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chuluoyi · 2 months

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yours, indefinitely

- geto suguru x reader

each memorable and meaningful moment shared by the two of you during your journey to parenthood ♡

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact! (yes i can't resist it) pregnancy, a lot of comfort and love, insecurities, hurt/comfort, a dash of crack, soft!geto, massive and absolute fluff !!

note: based on this and this. this... is an idea i got after writing drabbles about soft dad gojo :') you all know this is my first time writing geto and the first time in a while i'm writing a longer fic so i'm having a lot of doubts but i hope you'll enjoy it!! wc. 3k !

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When you found out that you were five weeks pregnant, you were genuinely conflicted for two reasons— one, it was unexpected as you weren't even married yet, and two, you were anxious about your boyfriend's reaction to the news.

But contrary to your worries and fears, doubts and tears... Geto Suguru marries you. He led you to the city hall almost immediately— and just like that, in the eyes of the law, you were officially husband and wife.

Because he has always known that he wants to share his life with you, and with this newfound responsibility, it only reinforces his conviction that he wants that kind of forever with you.

MONTH TWO

Your pregnancy wasn't a breeze—no pregnancy is, to be exact—and you had resigned yourself to mornings of throwing up, but you definitely didn't expect that you would get so sick to the point of almost passing out in the bathroom.

You never wanted Suguru to see you like this, but when a strong arm got a hold of you and pulled back your hair, your heart soared regardless.

"Hey, you okay?" Suguru asked, clear worry lined in his eyes. It was five in the morning—he must've been awoken by the ruckus you caused in the bathroom.

When you heaved a breath and nodded, his frown deepened. "Why didn't you call me?"

"N-no, Sugu—" the words barely left your lips before the overwhelming urge to retch hit you again and you doubled over the toilet bowl.

Suguru maintained a steady hold on your body, and not once did he waver even when you puked your guts out. His grip only loosened when you were done, supporting you up and assisting you in rinsing your mouth at the sink.

"Do you feel better?" he asked gently, dabbing your mouth with a tissue. "Do you want me to get you some water?"

"Suguru, you don't have to—" you untangled yourself from him feebly, still feeling faint. "It stinks here—"

"I have to," he reinforced, gaze boring straight at you. "Do you really think a smelly bathroom will stop me?"

“I d-don't want to trouble you...”

Suguru sighed and the next thing you knew, you found yourself being lifted in a princess carry, his hands securely under your knees. Surprised, you let out a yelp. "Suguru! P-put me down!"

"I'm telling you, you should trouble me," he pursed his lips together, face inching closer to yours, his dark eyes captivating, almost drawing you in. "We're in this together, remember?"

And in that very second, the sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, and with it a renewed sense of love you had for this man, once just a figure you admired from afar and now, wholly your husband.

"Yeah..." you responded with a soft smile, completely unaware that Suguru cherished seeing that expression on your face more than anything else.

MONTH THREE

When you reached the third month, you thank all heavenly deities out there that your nausea was getting much better.

But in its place was your outrageous craving requests that more often than not sent Suguru into a daze.

"Wha? Say that again?" he looked at you with twitching eyes, mostly in disbelief. "You can't seriously ask me to... get what?"

"Ice cream with lemon toothpaste flavor," you looked at him with sad puppy eyes, almost resembling that glassy-eyed emoji. "It seemed tasty, Suguru... I want it."

His immediate response was clear this time. "No. Love, that... I doubt that combination even exists."

"Hmph... but baby wants it."

"But—!"

"Or I'll just get the toothpaste and—"

"No! Absolutely no!" okay, this was crazy, but Suguru would figure it out, somehow. "You can't eat toothpaste! I'll get it for you, okay!"

"Teehee~" your small giggle actually made his head spin even further, but if it meant you and your baby's wellbeing, Geto Suguru would cross the roads and did something to get you that non-existent ice cream.

In the end, he settled for mint and orange (because the parlor ran out of lemon) to recreate the nonsense of lemon toothpaste flavor. But when you tasted it, your eyes welled up with tears though.

“This... doesn't taste like toothpaste or lemon,” you sniffled, feeling betrayed. “Suguru, you liar.”

. . . oh, and here goes round two of wild goose chase of recreating edible ice cream for you and the baby. Sigh.

MONTH FOUR

With each passing day, your belly swelled, becoming increasingly prominent and rounder. And you wouldn’t believe it but the pregnancy glow was there—through your husband’s eyes, you looked most radiant, carrying his baby.

And it multiplied more when he saw you interact with his two girls.

"Miss Y/N, is it a boy or a girl?" Nanako inquired, touching your bump, her voice filled with excitement.

"Ah, we haven't found out yet..." you patted her in the head, quite touched that now she cared for you this much too. "What do you think it's going to be, Nanako-chan?"

"Ooh, it has to be a boy! If it's a boy, surely he'll be as handsome as Master Geto!"

Mimiko, ever the calmer of the two, hummed. "Hmm, personally I think it's going to be a girl."

"Ehh? If it's a girl... I guess, yeah— at least she's going to be cute!"

Maybe it was your hormones at play, but your spirits dampened somewhat when you noticed how Nanako leaned more towards the prospect of baby brother. The thought lingered in your mind even later that night on your marital bed, as Suguru spooned you from behind.

“Come to think about it, I think we can find out the gender right about now…” you mused, stroking your belly absentmindedly. “Suguru, do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

Suguru chuckled, placing his warm, bigger hand over yours on your growing tummy. “Hmm, you first. What do you think?”

"Honestly... a girl. At least, if it were up to me, I want a girl though."

"Ah, cute." Suguru felt his smile broaden at the very idea. "Mimiko and Nanako will get an adorable sister to play dress up with."

You nibbled your lower lip. "But you'd want a boy, wouldn't you?"

"Hm? No," he responded almost immediately. "Quite the opposite, actually. I'm with you on this one. A girl would be nice."

"Even when you already have the twins?"

"Another baby girl— what's so bad with that?" Suguru sighed against your neck, his palm still tenderly caressing your belly. "One who will look like you—the woman whom I love the most... what are you worried about?"

One thing you loved about Suguru was his eloquence. His words had the power to persuade you, even when they seemed at odds with your own beliefs. And more often than not, his words were always aimed to make you feel safe.

And right now, you couldn't have loved him more.

. . .

In your next checkup, as if the gods were all granting your wish all this time— you're having a girl.

MONTH FIVE

“Why won’t she kick?” Suguru pressed his ears on your tummy on the bed, brows knitting together.

You grinned. “She was quite lively a little while ago. She's probably resting now.”

Suguru pursed his lips into a pout, snuggling closer to your round belly. “Hmm, little one, can you hear me? Just one kick for papa, please?”

Moments like this were ones you cherished the most. Your husband's love for your unborn child always filled your heart with warmth.

“She’s not responding.” Suguru sat up with a gentle sigh, a hint of disappointment shadowing his expression. Yet, he quickly mustered a warm smile for you. “Tired after bothering mama, huh?”

Suddenly, you let out a hearty chuckle. “You know, Suguru… I think our baby resembles you.”

He blinked in puzzlement. “Eh? How so?”

“She’s so peaceful, hardly causes me any discomfort lately—she’s idyllic, just like you.” You could feel your face getting warm but you just had to say this to your husband.

Suguru was visibly taken aback, but then the hints of pink tinted his face as he smiled. “Well… I’m glad that it’s been a smooth experience for you so far.”

Your heart swelled at his tender, genuine smile. Then, as if on cue, you felt the familiar stirrings and flutter inside—

“Suguru!”

You caught his hand and placed it on your tummy, just in time for your daughter to kick.

Suguru’s eyes sparkled with awe. "Did she just—?"

It was a profound moment for him, feeling the tangible sign of the new life you both had created. And as your laughter filled the room, light and joyful, Suguru knew with unwavering certainty—

He would do everything in his power to protect you and this baby. Who had become his whole world now.

MONTH SIX

It began as one ordinary day— before came the most horrific incident Suguru never thought would happen to you.

He got a call that you had passed out in the train station. Suguru had never truly known fear until then, feeling every hair on his body stand on end. The details he was provided were frustratingly vague, and he desperately tried not to think the worst.

He was teetering on the edge of a panic attack as he made his way towards the hospital you were brought to. The mere possibility of anything harmful happening to either you or the baby was unbearable. He didn't allow himself to consider any negative outcomes, driven by the need to be by your side.

By the time he arrived, you had regained consciousness, though you were still drifting in and out, clinging onto your swimming consciousness.

"Are you okay? Love, talk to me." Suguru got a hold of your hand as soon as he arrived, voice trembling. "What happened?"

"Suguru..." you managed to reply in feeble voice, still feeling the dull pounding in your temples. You could feel him squeeze your hand tighter. "I-I'm sorry... to m-make you worry..."

"Why are you saying sorry?" Suguru gritted his teeth in frustration. Always putting others first, he loved and sometimes hated that trait of yours. He stroked your hair. "Tell me how you feel. Do you feel better? Or should I call the doctor?"

Seeing how deeply concerned he was for both you and your baby brought a tear to your eyes. "I'm f-fine... just a little dizzy is all."

Once the doctor examined you and determined that you needed to stay in the hospital for a day due to low blood pressure, Suguru was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"You really, really scared me," he said in a raspy voice. "So many things could've gone wrong. What if you fell into the tracks instead? You would— I —" his voice actually hitched. "I could've lost both of you today."

At his words, a new flood of tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you couldn't help but sniffle. Suguru immediately comforted you.

“You’re okay, you’re okay… Don’t cry, please.” He cradled your face gently, thinking he had spooked you. “Just rest. I’m here,” and his other hand rubbed your belly for reassurance. “You and the baby are safe.”

Through this, you realized once again just how secure you were, with him.

MONTH SEVEN

You had been taking the prenatal classes lately—Suguru insisted on it because there was nothing he wouldn't spare for you— and the reality once again sank into you that you were going to have a little human to love and care soon.

"You need to hold her like this..." the friendly instructor guided, positioning her hand on the back of the doll's head. "Be gentle when washing the head, and make sure not to scratch her—"

Now you were once again learning how to bathe the baby. It felt complicated at first, but after the fifth session, you were getting the hang of it.

Not the case with Suguru though. He seemed to be genuinely struggling.

"No, sir! You're going to drown her like that!" the instructor gasped in horror, pulling the baby doll out of your husband's grasp. "I'm sorry, but the way you're holding her is too risky! You have to lower her slowly—"

It brought a wide smile on your face. It was a rare sight to see him not being good at what he was doing, so seeing him totally confused like this was refreshing.

"This is... not quite as easy as it looks," he let out a long sigh, still trying to wash the doll's head as gently as he was instructed. "And I can't really tell when I'm being too rough or not."

"Just imagine it's a real baby, how soft you think you can be?" you advised, almost giggling. "Babies are delicate, sort of like... oh! You can think of them as sensitive as Gojo!"

Suguru gave you a look. "If it were a baby with Satoru's face... I might just flip and toss him away."

And yet despite having a hard time for it, Suguru was persistent in this practice. Because no way was he going to miss out bathing his baby.

MONTH EIGHT

"Suguru... we—" you said in one intake of breath, but unable to continue as he crashed his lips into yours.

With skilled hands, Suguru deftly maneuvered the inside of your maternity sleepwear, unclasping your bra and your breasts—now heavy and full of milk—spilling out.

You didn’t mean to drag him into this. You just made one comment about how you thought that he no longer seemed to desire you as much now and Suguru responded by pulling you into a searing kiss, as if to show you that he, in fact, very much still does.

He groped your left breast and your body spasmed as you let out a hitched moan, writhing under him.

“What part of you—” he drawled, eyes blazing with certain electricity, voice deep and low—and you couldn’t help getting even wetter down there. “—that you said I’m not interested in anymore, mama?”

You mewled, feeling so small under him. You could only whine as he stripped you out of your silken undergarments and let you lay there bare, ready for the taking.

In Suguru’s eyes, you were the most divine. The mother of his child couldn't be less than heavenly. Seeing you so swollen and so full, with everything that was his—made him harder than ever possible.

You would learn it the fast way as his lips latched on your neck, nimble fingers worked through your breasts, and then your pussy—

“Ride me,” he commanded, right after turning you into a wet mush three times and tasting your cum—which was still as sweet as ever. He helped you get up and sat on his hardened member, that slid so easily inside you as you let out a whimper.

Gone was your gentle husband—he always turned into another beast entirely in bed.

“Look at you, sitting so pretty for me like this,” Suguru remarked with a meaningful grin as he placed his hands on both sides of your enormous belly.

“Mmnghh!” you scrunched your eyes shut. The sounds you made were completely beyond your will by now. Everything was just overwhelming you. The way his thick cock sheathed itself inside you and made you feel full, and the way your baby twisted and turned inside you at the same time was mind-blowing— and you haven't even started moving yet.

You could already see it already, how much of a mess you were going to be in once this ended.

Suguru noticed the baby’s rambunctious movement too and lightly tapped the skin of your belly, maintaining his sly smile.

“Oh, baby… forgive your papa and mama and buckle up, yeah? It’s going to be a rough ride for a bit.”

And soon, on one fateful morning, you were awoken by signs of labor, followed by your water breaking and full-blown contractions.

Suguru was beside you the entire time, worriedly hovering over you for support. He held you tight, providing comfort as you curled inwards each time intense contraction gripped your womb like a vice, hardening it into a rock-hard mass. Now is the real deal, he thought. Suddenly he was having doubts himself— he was going to become a parent. Both of you are.

Seeing you subjected to that much pain was almost unbearable, and even more so when your pained cries and screams echoed through the room as you brought your baby into the world, but then, then, suddenly—

His baby girl is here. She fit perfectly in his arms, round and snug in her blanket, with the softest black tufts of hair that she inherited from him. She cooed and mewled in her sleep—

—and Geto Suguru thought, nothing—absolutely nothing else mattered the very moment he laid eyes on his beautiful daughter.

"She is so tiny, so precious," Suguru whispered, his finger gently tracing the soft cheeks of the sleeping baby. Leaning on his shoulder, you could only sigh in awe, marveling at the sight of your husband and your new baby.

"Thank you," he turned to you then, eyes brimming with unshed tears and emotions. For giving me a another person to care for and love.

And you were at your happiest, finding yourself falling in love with your husband all over again, knowing well that he would cherish you with everything he had.

Days and months following the birth of your daughter was hectic and eventful.

Nanako and Mimiko had been a really great help around the house, and they adored your baby daughter more than anything, always taking turns to entertain her and make her all giggly, which brought you to another level of happiness.

And most of all, Suguru had taken his new role as a dad very seriously. You remembered him visibly struggling at baby care classes, but now he was a master of diaper changing and baby bathing— and you wouldn't be surprised if he was even better than you by now.

"Suguru, how are you so great at this all of a sudden?" you genuinely wondered with a literal question mark as you watched him washing your daughter in a bubble bath, her laughter filling the room.

"Hard work and perseverance, love," he replied, his tone light but proud. And you snorted when he gave you a wink.

Your daughter had never been shy to cry her heart out at 3 in the morning too, and each time she did, whenever you were about to leave the bed, Suguru would gently hold you back with a raspy voice, murmuring, "I'll get her. Go back to sleep."

He was the best husband a woman could ask for. Throughout the five months of your postpartum, he always made sure that you stayed hydrated, had a lot of rest and consumed nutritious food to replenish your strength. He always took over the baby-rearing duties whenever possible. You were treated no less than a princess, and honestly you were ever so grateful.

And so this time, despite his willingness, you got up from the bed and went to the baby's room. And the sight there caught your heart—

"There, there..." Suguru's voice was thick with sleep, yet he rocked your daughter back and forth with gentle patience. "Do you want to change your blanket? Is it not comfy for you?"

Your heart softened, melted—perhaps even fluttered away with the wind, turning into mush. When you first discovered a year ago that you were going to have a baby, you could never have anticipated that this was the life you would find yourself in.

Suguru opted to switch the blanket for a new one, but as you watched him fold and unfold it several times, confusion evident on his face, you decided it was time to step in.

"Here, you do it like this," your sudden appearance startled him, as you gently took the fabric away from him and wrapped your fussy daughter in it. "Looks like I finally found something you're still not great at," you teased, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

He was about to usher you back to the bedroom until you said that. "Heh."

You loved this life, and he too wouldn't trade it for the world. In the quiet tranquility of dawn, after both of you had successfully put your baby back to sleep, you spoke, "Thank you... and I love you, Suguru."

But he thought— you shouldn't have to thank him for anything, because after all, Geto Suguru lives for two princesses in his life; you and his baby daughter.

And after this, all that was left was giving you the wedding celebration of your dreams, one that both of you had been setting aside for a while now.

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suashii · 9 months

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୨♡୧ SWEET POTATO — iwaizumi hajime x f!reader. sfw. fluff. reader is pregnant.

“you know, i’m perfectly capable of going to the grocery store on my own,” you tell iwaizumi, lingering a step behind him as he walks down the aisle, scanning the items neatly lined up on the shelves. he only hums in acknowledgement. you click your tongue in mock annoyance because, despite your resistance to his assistance, you don’t mind having him around. still, you’re not used to being coddled like this. “being pregnant doesn’t mean i can’t walk. my feet aren’t defective.”

“just hush and let me help,” hajime speaks, resting one hand on the top of your head while the other reaches for a bag of brown rice. the weight on your head is comforting, a reminder of why iwaizumi is really here. ever since you read the positive test and the man who was meant to be with you walked out, iwaizumi, your best friend, stepped up and became your lifeline—attended all of your appointments, started reading baby books in his free time, calmed you down whenever you were feeling overwhelmed. he made sure you weren’t making this journey alone.

“can i at least push the cart?” you attempt to negotiate. you may not mind having him here with you, but you’d be lying if you said that following him around while he did all the work wasn’t getting boring. “wouldn’t it be safer to have something in front of me in case i trip?”

“how could you trip?” he asks, more humor in his voice than usual. “you just told me that your feet work fine.”

you groan at the way he twists your words, hands coming up to unconsciously rub at your belly. it’s become a habit of yours, caressing the steadily growing bump whenever you’re stressed or bored. it gives you something to do and floods you with an immeasurable amount of contentment.

“oh, congratulations, dear.” you turn at the sound of a frail voice. an elderly woman on the opposite side of the aisle looks at you through squinted eyes, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. you figure she’s referring to your stomach.

“thank you.”

“how far along are you?”

“eighteen weeks.” you smile. iwaizumi intently watches your interaction—the way your eyes light up and how your hands protectively cradle the little bulge. “this little one is the size of a sweet potato.”

the fruit and vegetable comparison was always a little silly to you but it came in handy during moments like these. this specific week actually helped you remember something that slipped your mind while you were making the list of items you needed.

“oh!” you snap and point at iwaizumi. “that’s what i forgot earlier. i’m going to go grab a few.”

“hold on, i’ll-” your hand shoots up, palm out, to stop him from finishing his sentence—one that you’re positive would include him insisting on joining you.

“hajime.” you’re more than grateful to have someone to lean on but at this rate, you’re going to forget how to live as an independent being. “i can walk a couple aisles down and bag some vegetables on my own.”

“right,” he curtly nods, “i’ll stay and wait for you here.”

you hurry off to grab the sweet potatoes your obstetrician recommended adding to your diet and leave iwaizumi to aimlessly shift back and forth on his feet.

“you must be excited.” the familiar voice catches the man’s attention, leading him to face the nice old woman.

“i’m sorry?”

“about becoming a father,” she clarifies.

his lips part in understanding and he nods. there’s no harm in letting one woman neither of you will see again think that he was the baby’s dad. it happened quite often but you always brush off the assumptions by jokingly saying “i wish.” it’s never bothered iwaizumi—people’s first thought being that he was the father or the fact that you corrected them. he expected as much when he offered a helping hand. what he didn’t expect was that his heart would jump every time he heard any variation of the word. he kept that to himself, though.

the woman slowly approaches iwaizumi and places a soothing hand on his arm. he has to look down to meet her eye but when he does, he’s met with nothing but warmth. her eyes crinkle with her smile. “i’m sure you and your wife will be great parents.”

she continues down the aisle, leaving iwaizumi with her words. his arms rest on the handle of the cart as the woman’s statement echoes in his head. parents. at the moment, hajime’s a support system—driving you around on errands and helping with chores around the house. the two of you haven’t discussed what his role will be after you’ve given birth, but, despite that, he knows he wants to be there for you and your baby every step of the way if you’ll have him.

“i’m back and bearing potatoes,” you announce your arrival, dropping the vegetables in the cart. your gaze falls to iwaizumi who’s staring ahead, his eyebrows knit together in deep thought. you reach out to smooth the crease between his brows with your thumb. “what’s wrong with you?”

“nothing.” what’s on his mind is a conversation better had not in a supermarket. “come on. let’s wrap this up and get you home for lunch.”

“gosh, you sound just like a dad,” you comment through a laugh, hooking your arm around one of his.

like clockwork, iwaizumi’s heart skips another beat. it feels different this time; he figures it’s because you’re the one who said it.

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rafestar · 1 year

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I have this idea and I gotta tell someone, so yk those push pop candy’s. Well y/n eats one and takes the whole length out and sucks it and Rafe looks or drew and they think of their divk. And get horny so uh idk after like bang bang they do that and uh idk

TRY ME | Rafe Cameron

WARNINGS: +18 smut, oral sex (female receiving), sex without protection, hair pulling, dirty talk, etc

SUMMARY: reader teases rafe with a candy during dinner with their families.

A/N: thank you for the request love, i hope you like it. english isn’t my first language, if there’s any mistakes i will gladly welcome any advice or help, enjoy♡

"Choose one"

After finishing dinner at the Camerons' house, we all stayed at the table talking. While our parents were arguing about their things, Wheezie was handing out candy to me and Sarah.

“This one looks tasty.” I pointed to the strawberry push pop.

"It is! I'll take one too” exclaimed little Cameron. "You can also take some Rafe"

Rafe.

He on the other hand was in his own world, probably high, drunk, whatever.

“I'm not 13 years old to keep eating that shit” Even though he was looking down, clearly using his phone, I could see him rolling his eyes.

“Rude” I spoke.

Rafe, who was in front of me, for the first time tonight glanced up at something other than his phone or his food.

His intimidating look made me shift in my chair.

I never had any kind of contact with him, despite the fact that i was always at his house since Sarah is my best friend and our parents are also very good friends.

I could see from his look that he was throwing daggers at me. "No one was talking to you”.

And before looking down again I could see how he articulated "whore" before continuing on his phone.

Ignoring him, I continued my conversation with the two sisters while we sucked on our candies.

"I really don't know what to do, Topper is a good boy…”

“We already know you like Jo-“ Sarah covered Wheezie's mouth as I laughed.

"Wheezie!" Sarah whispered-screamed.

The three of us laughed until I noticed someone burning me alive with his eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Rafe's eyes were riveted on my lips. A smile gross on my face and I decided to try something.

I foolishly licked the top of the treat, carefully running my lips over the tip so only he would notice. I pushed the long candy until it was all in my mouth.

Meanwhile, I was still deep in conversation with Sarah, but I could clearly hear Rafe complaining and sometimes I'd side eye to see him squirming in his seat.

Until suddenly he pushed his seat back and got up hitting the table and knocking over a couple of glasses. "Shit…"

One of the drinks that fell was Sarah's. "What's wrong with you!"

"Fuck off Sarah." Rafe left the room without giving another backward glance.

"Words!" Rose yelled after continuing to drink her wine. "This kids…"

Everyone looked at each other strangely, less clearly me.

"Maybe he has an emergency," Ward justified.

Yes, an emergency.

Hiding my smile, I turned to continue my conversation, as everyone else did.

It took a while until everyone decided to go to the tables outside, since the weather was very good to be in the garden.

While my mom and Rose went on about their business, Ward and Dad talked about their jobs. Wheezie, Sarah and I were just laying on the floor looking at the stars.

The breeze got cooler and my skin got goosebumps since I was only wearing a sundress.

“Do you mind if I go upstairs to get a sweatshirt in your room,” I asked Sarah.

"It’s okay”.

I gave them a smile before getting up and brushing some of the grass off the skirt of my dress and headed inside the house.

I closed the door behind me and everything was pretty quiet. I made my way to the stairs until I felt a tug on my arm that took me to the kitchen.

Before I was going to scream, Rafe turned me around and covered my mouth with his big hand.

My eyes looked at him terrified, since from his look, he looked quite furious.

Looking sideways at the curtain-covered window, I saw our parents share a few laughs.

Rafe grabbed my jaw hard to direct my gaze to him.

"W-What do you want?" I whispered.

Rafe ran his tongue up the inside of his cheek before letting out a mocking laugh. "What do I want?"

Rafe grabbed my waist to lean me against the counter, and that's when I felt it. Against my stomach, I could feel how hard he was. My eyes flicked down and I saw how big he looked behind his jeans.

"I have something for you" my eyes widened in surprise.

Rafe rummaged through his pockets until he pulled out the same candy I was eating an hour ago.

“Thank you but I already ate one…”

My body was still trapped between his and the counter. His hip pressed hard against my stomach to keep feeling him. I watched as his long fingers removed the plastic from the long candy before taking it to his mouth. I saw how a trace of saliva was left on the candy when it came out of his mouth.

I felt like I had a pool inside my underwear. I couldn't help but get turned on by it. My cheeks turned hot pink as my gaze moved from his lips to his eyes. I guess he sensed my arousal, since with his free hand, he grabbed my waist for stability. My knees were shaking and if it wasn't for his touch, I'd probably be on the ground by now.

A lopsided smile appeared on his face, and his eyes sparkled a light blue.

He directed the sweet towards my closed lips, and outlined them inside. “Stick out your tongue”.

With his hand holding the candy, my tongue ran over the stick. His head tilted to the side and his eyes darkened as he followed my movements.

For a moment my movements stopped when Rafe introduced all the candy into my mouth.

"Push your lips against it and don’t let it fall" I did as he told me and his hands fell to my thighs.

He pushed me up onto the counter, squeezing the bare skin peeking out from under the skirt of my dress.

His hot breath felt against my face as he moved closer to me, looking closer into my eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you with that damn candy in your mouth."

My pupils dilated with desire, and I didn't take my gaze from him.

His hands trailed up the hem of my dress to my underwear and ripped it open. My eyes widened in shock and my hands clenched against the counter.

Rafe brushed my hair back and began to kiss the exposed skin of my neck. My head fell against the wall and my back arched. His cold hands ran over my neck and arms, caressing me gently. He slowly lower the straps of my dress until my breasts were exposed.

His hot kisses went down to one of my breasts, licking and biting through the center of my areola. Not leaving the other unattended, he massaged my nipple into a squeeze that made me jump to the edge of the counter.

He did the same steps with my other breast. His kisses trailed down my thighs, taking small bites and leaving marks on my sensitive skin. His big hands gripped my thighs, and I began to feel him kiss my core. His kisses were soft and his licks were soft.

He sucked all the folds in my core, before inserting his tongue. My legs trembled at that, and I could feel him smile against my intimacy. His tongue came out and went back to licking softly over the rest, before taking my clit between his teeth.

Saliva dripped down the side of my mouth as I clenched the candy hard.

I was near my peak of arousal until Rafe came back up. "Even sweeter than that fucking sweet."

My frown showed my frustration and he smiled at that.

His hands unbuttoned his pants and lowered his boxers a little, and the great bulge of him finally came out. My eyes widened at the size of him, and saliva kept dribbling from my mouth. His thumb wiped me clean before taking his hand to himself and massaging it a few times.

Without warning he entered me and my eyes squeezed shut. My whimpering over the candy and his growling were silent, since the only thing that separated us from our families was a simple window.

I opened my eyes and couldn't flinch at the image in front of me. Rafe's head was thrown back as his bare arms held the kitchen counter to the sides of my body.

"Jesus christ… how can you be so fucking tight Y/N” he sighed, before pulling out of me a bit and resting his forehead against mine.

My eyes looked at him and with my hands I grabbed his waist and pushed him back into me. His moan rumbled inches from my face.

His hand moved up to my hair and he squeezed hard before beginning to thrust hard and fast. We had both grown used to each other's size.

His onslaught made our skins crash against each other. Rafe brought his head to my neck as he gasped. Tickles turned my stomach.

"Your walls were made for me," he murmured against my neck.

His other hand gripped my thigh tightly as his thrusts followed the same quick, hard motion.

My walls began to contract against him, and my lips were sore from pressing against the sweet. Rafe came out of my neck and with the hand he had wrapped in my hair, he grabbed the candy and tossed it to the side.

Our lips immediately collided kissing hard.

His kisses were wet and passionate. Continuing with his thrusts, his fingers quickly massaged my clit.

Rafe contracted inside me without stopping to move. “Shit, Y/N…”

Hearing my name come out of it in such a pornographic way, was what made me break.

We both got to touch our highs and euphoria ran through our blood as he came inside me.

His thrusts ceased but his kisses never stopped. Our tongues were still tangled and our breaths felt rough.

Rafe leaned his forehead against mine as the kiss broke, both of us trying to catch our breaths.

I opened my eyes and Rafe was already looking into mine. Before we broke apart and helped me down from the counter, he kissed me again, but this time was in a sweet way.

He helped me clean up and walked me back to the garden where our families were.

I expected him to stay, but he didn't even say goodbye and he just walked out of the garden before getting on his bike and driving off.

Does he regret it?

It was just sex, but still. A bit of guilt coursed through me as I sat down next to Sarah.

I just fucked her brother.

My best friend's brother.

Sarah snapped me out of my thoughts. "And the sweatshirt?"

"Oh um..."

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In The Way I Need You | Part 4

Series Masterlist

➪in which clay becomes more and more aware of his feelings for you, and you grow more and more attached to both him and joey.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 3k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Clay Beresford: Stuck at work for a bit longer today. Are you able to get Joey ready for bed again?

You glanced up at the kid who was sitting on the living room floor, his head propped up on a pillow as he skimmed through a picture book. You had babysat a lot of kids throughout high school, but Joey was by far the cutest and sweetest child you had ever met. You had grown so attached to him in so little time, and you were beginning to fear that maybe being around him and his dad so much would end badly, but you didn’t want your time with them to ever end.

Clay was so kind and not at all like the stereotypical rich guy who just cares about his job and money. He adored his kid and had a close relationship with his mother and so obviously cared deeply about those around him. You met him because he had helped you out with directions, surely making himself late for work because of that, but never rushed during the entire time you and him talked.

He was about to single-handedly ruin your standards for men.

Of course I can. He just finished dinner, so I’ll let him relax for a bit before putting him in the bath.

Clay Beresford: Thank you. I’ll pay you extra again for the trouble. Just tell him I’ll be there before he falls asleep so I can say goodnight to him.

No need to pay extra. Got more than enough last night, Mr Businessman. I’ll let him know. See you later.

You set your phone down and got off the couch. Sitting on the carpet next to Joey, you ruffle his hair a bit and smile at the laugh that escapes him. “Would you like me to read to you before your bath?” You offer and he nods, sitting up and moving onto your lap.

You wrap your arms around him and begin reading The Kissing Hand. Once you are done, Joey leans back against you and plays with the charms on your bracelet. “That book is like my dad and I,” he says and your heart swells and breaks at the same time.

The Kissing Hand was a book about a mother raccoon and son raccoon, and you were once again reminded that the sweet kid on your lap was robbed of his own mother at such a young age.

Not because she tragically died or anything. No, she willingly left both him and Clay as if she thought she could live a better life somewhere else without them in it.

Your eyes stung a bit as you leaned down and kissed the top of his head before you began to really think about it. “You love your dad, huh?”

He nods and looks at the picture on the front of the book. “He’s my best friend,”

You blink away the few tears that formed as you stand up with him in your arms. “You’re sweet, you know that?” You murmur as you carry him upstairs and into the bathroom. “Do you want a lot of bubbles or only a little?” You ask as you turn the water on and look at him from over your shoulder.

He gives you a crooked smile from his spot on the footstool. “Grandma puts a lot in. Daddy doesn’t,”

You smile back as you stand up. “Looks like you’re getting a lot tonight,”

After letting him sit in the bath for a while and then helping him change into his pajamas, you sit next to him on his bed as he tries to decide what book he wanted you to read to him. “Read this one?” He held up Lullaby Moon and you were powerless to stop yourself from agreeing.

You were both tired by the time you finished reading it, and you had to fight off a few yawns as you set the book aside. “Did you have a good day?” You asked as you smoothed out his hair.

Joey nodded and snuggled closer to your side. “I like it when you’re here,” he mumbled and your heart swooned a bit.

“Yeah?” You hum with a grin. “I like it, too.”

He closes his eyes and holds onto his teddy bear. “When will daddy be home?”

“Soon, buddy,” you answer, looking over at the clock on the wall and seeing that it was nearing eight thirty. Clay must’ve gotten held up even more since he said he would be home by now, but you honestly didn’t mind sitting with Joey when he was all sleepy like this.

He was ridiculously cute and was practically Clay’s twin, and you were quickly realizing that you would rather be here with them than anywhere else. You were becoming too attached to them far too soon, and you knew you needed to get a hold of yourself.

“He always tucks me in,” Joey whined quietly and you think your heart physically cracked a bit at that.

“He’ll be home soon, Joey,” you promised, standing up and tugging on his covers. “It won’t be as good as the way your dad tucks you in, but can I try? See if it helps you get more comfortable?”

He nods and you take it upon yourself to gently shove the blankets under his body and position his pillow so his head was resting on it a bit better.

“How’s that?” You ask as you kneel next to his bed.

“Good,” he smiled and reached out to grab your hand.

“What?” You asked when you saw that his eyes were open again and he was staring up at you. “What’s the matter?”

“I miss daddy,” he answers and you could hear the quiver in his voice.

You pout down at him and lean in to kiss the top of his head. “I know you do,” you murmur. “He’ll be back soon. Would you like me to stay with you until he gets home?”

When Joey nods, you move so you’re sitting on the carpet next to his bed, your back against the side of it and your hand locked with his smaller one.

And as you waited for Clay to get back, the soft sounds Joey made as he fell asleep slowly but surely had your eyes shutting and your own body giving into sleep as well.

“Yes, mother, I’ll let her know,” Clay muttered as he entered the house and quietly shut the door behind him, despite knowing that no one would have been able to hear it, anyway. “I’ll see you next week.”

“You’ll take care of yourself, right?” Lilith asked and he could hear the worry laced in her voice. “Maybe you should have Y/n stay over to keep an eye on you.”

“Jesus, mom, I’m twenty seven years old,” he grunted as he shoved his keys into his pocket and ascended the stairs. “She’s here to look after my kid, not yours.”

“I just worry about you, Clay,” she said quietly, making him sigh as he poked his head into the living room. He knew he wouldn’t find Joey or you in there, but he still checked anyway.

He had gotten home much later than he expected to, and he was a bit annoyed at how his meeting went today. At about four PM he was ready to call it a day and he wanted nothing more than to go home to his kid and maybe chat up his babysitter a bit before having an early night in, but clearly that didn’t happen at all.

“Don’t stress yourself out,” he said in a much calmer tone as he looked in the kitchen as well. He found that it was once again spotless, and his mood lifted considerably at that. His eyes narrowed at the pots drying on the dish rack, a small smile forming on his lips as he realized that you had made pasta. Joey’s favorite. “I’ll be fine. You have a nice trip, alright?”

“I’m here for business, Clay. I’d hardly call that a trip,”

The call ended not long after that as he made his way up to the third floor and peeked his head into his son’s room. While he was expecting to find Joey asleep, what was not expecting was to see you sleeping right next to him with your head on his bed and your legs folded on the floor.

The position you had fallen asleep in would surely result in a stiff neck tomorrow, but even that didn’t seem like a good enough reason to wake you. Joey’s fingers were tangled with yours, and you both looked so peaceful, it felt like Clay’s heart had skipped a beat.

Or he was having another heart attack at the scene in front of him.

It was perhaps the sweetest sight he had ever seen, putting aside all the times he’s watched Joey fall asleep, and he truly didn’t think he had the strength to wake you up.

He knew he needed to, and he knew he would begin to feel like a total creep if he were to wait any longer, so with a quiet sigh, he makes his way over to you. Kneeling down, he smiles at his son before reaching out and gently shaking your shoulder. “Y/n?” He called quietly, pulling his hand away when he saw your eyes open.

Your gaze met his and he watched as your eyes filled with a bit of confusion. “Clay, hi,” you mumble, sitting up and looking behind you at Joey. You turn back to Clay with wide eyes and a nervous look on your face. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry I fell asleep. I put him in bed and he wanted me to sit with him until you got home then I accidentally fell asleep somehow, and-”

“Hey,” he cut you off with a laugh, getting off his knees and crouching next to you instead. “Why are you apologizing? It’s okay.”

“It’s unprofessional,” you corrected as you rubbed your face roughly. “What if I forgot to lock the door and someone broke in? Or something else happened to Joey and I missed it because I was sleeping? God, this is so embarrassing.”

Clay laughed quietly and gently took your hands in his when you kept them pressed against your face. “It’s fine, Y/n, really. Joey’s fine,” he assured you, pulling your hands away from your face. “You fed him, got him ready for bed and stayed with him until he fell asleep. I don’t care that you fell asleep, too. The door was locked so you weren’t being unsafe or anything. It’s fine.”

His hands were still holding yours, and he hesitantly pulled them away after realizing that - though he really didn’t want to.

You give him an embarrassed smile. “Okay,” you reluctantly murmur, watching as he stands up to his full height and holds his hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you up with little to no effort at all. “Thanks.”

He smiles down at you, his mind begging him to be selfish and say something that would get you to stay a little while longer. “Any plans after this?” He asks and you shake your head, lifting your shoulders in a form of a stretch.

“No, I was just going to have an early night in,” you say with a shy smile.

Clay knew he had no business asking you what he was about to ask you, but he didn’t really care at the moment. He just witnessed you and his son in the cutest scene ever, his brain was a fuzzy mess at this point. “Would you like to stay for a bit? Other than the day we met, you and I haven’t talked much. You know, one on one. Maybe we can get to know each other better,” he suggested, his eyes a bit wide as he looked for any clues that would indicate you were uncomfortable. For safe measure he added, “Only if you want to.”

Your smile grew a bit at his words, and suddenly he felt less nervous. “Yeah, I’d love to,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

And that was how he found himself sitting next to you on the couch in his living room. Yeah, maybe he was a bit too close to you, and yeah, maybe this lighting was making you look like something straight out of heaven, but Clay was still well aware of the fact that nothing could happen between the two of you. He was your source of income, for fucks sake. Nothing can happen.

“So, I graduated at the top of my class then moved as far as I could with the money I had saved up. They don’t tell you how expensive places are in the big city until you’re stranded in it,” you say as you lean back against the couch, a pillow placed on your lap like last time. “That’s how I found myself scrambling to find a job. I lucked out when I ran into you, oddly enough.”

Clay grinned at that as he believed that he was the lucky one. His kid adored you and it was clear you adored his kid. You were kind and genuine and you thought about both him and Joey. His mind went back to the first night you made him dinner, and the cute note you left with it.

The same note that was still stuck to his alarm clock right now.

His mothers words echoed in the back of his head and he debated on whether or not it was too soon to ask you if you are able to stay the night so you can get Joey ready in the mornings. “I think Joey and I are the lucky ones,” he says instead. “That kid loves you already.”

You grin over at him with that pretty smile of yours and Clay felt the heat rush to his face, feeling like he didn’t really deserve to be at the center of your attention right now. Sam really fucked him up and he knew it would take a long time for him to feel whole again now that he didn’t have her anymore, but it didn’t seem so bad ever since he met you. You, for some reason, made everything seem a bit easier. “I’m glad,” you say quietly, despite Clay moving the two of you downstairs and into the living room so you wouldn’t wake Joey up with your conversation. “You’ve got a cute kid, Clay. He is far too sweet for his own good.”

Before Clay could stop himself or think about his words, he blurted out, “You and him have that in common,” he knew how inappropriate that sounded and he also knew he needed to take it back somehow or find a way to make it sound less…weird.

But you just smile again and look away. “Well, I don’t know where I get it from, but Joey for sure gets it from his dad,” you responded and Clay had to turn away as he felt his face heat up once again.

He debated on whether or not he should just go for it and ask if you are available to stay over for a few nights. Fuck it. What’s he got to lose other than a really great babysitter? “Hey, uh….are you able to stay over from Sunday night to late Wednesday? It’s just my mom is out on this trip and I would be late for work if I were to try to get Joey ready for school on my own. There’s a guest room a few doors down from mine,”

You studied his face for a bit and he could see the smile you were fighting off as you leaned back against the couch. “Sleepovers with the Beresfords?” You tease with a small grin. “I’m honored.”

Clay forced out a laugh as he scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, you help out so much around here, and Joey would be so happy to have you around for that long,” he said then quickly added, “If you’re not able to or already have plans that’s fine. I’ll figure something else out-”

“Clay, I think we’ve already established that my social life is lacking severely at the moment,” you laughed and leaned over a bit, giving him a hint of the sweet vanilla scent of your perfume. “I’d love to stay over and help get Joey ready for school. Hey, maybe I can even help clean up this place. It’s pretty messy.”

You laugh again when Clay looks around the damn near spotless living room before he shakes his head with a smile. “Have at it,” he said back then met your eyes. You looked so pretty right now, the lamp on the side table illuminating only half your face, but you still looked so pretty. He could kiss you right now. He wanted to. Fuck, did he want to.

Professional, Clay. Keep it professional. She’s your kid’s hot babysitter, get over it.

He could tell himself that all he wanted, but it wouldn’t make him any more interested in actually pursuing it. “Thanks,” he said in response to your agreement.

You smiled again and Clay felt himself leaning closer to you just slightly. He could do it right now. Say fuck it and see what it felt like to kiss you after imagining it from day one.

Nothing can happen. Nothing can happen. Nothing can happen.

You were a mere few inches away now, and you were clearly waiting for him to make the next move. He wanted to, so badly.

But he waited too long. He thought about it too much and now you are pulling away with a sheepish look on your face. “It’s getting late,” you say quietly as you stand up. “I should get going.”

Clay made a move to stand up as well. “I’ll walk you to the door,”

You nodded and allowed him to guide you out of the living room and down to the first floor, where the two of you fell into your routine of him wishing you a goodnight and requesting you to let him know you got home safely before watching you get into a cab and head home.

Shorter chapter since I am drowning in assignments, but sleepovers are next ;)

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piichuu · 7 months

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happy 1k again, tuva <3

i’d like to request prompt number 4 w fushiguro megumi 🙈💗 can’t wait to see what u’ll write !

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♡ MEMORIES OF LIFE - FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 749

NOTES: thank you sm for this request saki <3333

PROMPTS: 4. “don’t cry for me”

the light of the sun breaks through the windows during this cold autumn evening, bringing the last bit of warmth before it’s time to finally accept that summer truly is over.

the warm season has brought you more than it took, one of those being fushiguro megumi who is now sitting on the couch in your living room. your head is resting on his shoulder as you have finally begged him to tell you about his life, to open up to the one person who’s gotten to his heart after years of building up a wall.

his voice is a little raspy after the amounts of hours he’s been stuck in a classroom, having to talk to a few classmates. that in itself has been enough to exhaust the dark haired boy, but that won’t stop him from finally being honest with you.

“i honestly don’t remember a lot from when i was younger, but there are a few things i remember. do you really want to hear it all?” megumi looks down at you who’s eyes are already stuck to his face, intently listening to every word he has to say after keeping quiet about his past for such a long time, even after you had been ranting about every single life change you’d been going through during your childhood.

a nod of your head is all he needs as confirmation before continuing to speak. “i remember that my mom died when i was young and that my dad left not soon after. i don’t know who he is, but i just have that strong memory of everything i felt back then. it was pretty lonely,” he sighs while leaning back against the cushion.

“after my step-sister’s parents disappeared too, we kinda just had each other. it wasn’t really difficult being without my dad, i don’t really think he ever truly cared about me. and even though i don’t remember my mom well, i still feel this strong bond to her, you know? she was my mom after all and if she hadn’t died, life would probably have been much more different, but maybe tsumiki wouldn’t have become my step-sister…”

megumi goes quiet for a few seconds, now looking down at you who’s eyes are closed while listening. one of his arms is wrapped around your middle and he pulls you slightly closer. “and then, gojo came and pretty much took us in as if we were his own children. he raised us both and helped me become a jujutsu sorcerer. he’s definitely annoying, but if it weren’t for him, i have no idea where i would have been right now. he pretty much saved both me and tsumiki and i’m really happy that he became my father figure.”

when you don’t say anything as he finally finishes his story, he leans his head against yours, hoping to get something out of you. but what he can hear is a sniffle, not words. in an instant, his eyes grow wide and he cups your face to get a better look at you who now has tears dropping down your cheeks.

“i’m sorry, i’m just happy that everything is better for you now, and i feel so sorry about that you had to go through all of that, losing both of your parents, that your dad didn’t have enough balls to stay and take care of you,” you mumble as megumi gently wipes the tears of your face with the pad of his thumb. a light chuckle escapes his throat as there is a ghost of a smile on his face.

“don’t cry for me,” he speaks while you lean into the warmth of his touch. “i’m not sad about it anymore, i have gojo, all of my friends and you now. i barely ever think about it these days, so don’t worry about me, alright?”

you nod and put your arms around his neck. megumi is a little taken aback by how you cling onto him like this, but he soon wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you onto his lap where the two of you stay for the rest of the evening, just holding onto each other while he has to continue to tell you that there is no need to feel sorry for him. that won’t stop you from doing just that though, but it is thanks to you that he finally gathered the courage to talk about it, so maybe it’s all okay.

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saey707 · 11 months

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Crazy in Love

✿ Prompt: You're the only one on Kayn's mind ✿

♡ champion focus: kayn ♡ tw: mental illness ♡ Fem reader

Author's Note: I felt inspired by something I wrote with my best friend a while back! Note: this piece is going to be a modern au and the reader uses she/they pronouns! (๑>؂•̀๑) Please also take into account: what I write is not an absolute and entirely accurate depiction of schizophrenia. I wanted to try and aim for how Kayn perceives the world in accordance with his lore. Hope you enjoy!

Every day, after a long and hard day at school, Kayn made it his priority to see you. As worn and tuckered out as he was mentally and emotionally, Kayn somehow always found time to meet you outside of your classroom.

You studied in 2-A, the exact opposite end from where his classroom was in the school. While it was far, Kayn didn't mind the walk, so long as he got to see your radiant, smiling face. It was the one thing he looked forward to every single day!

Roughly turning the corner at the last turn in the hallway, Kayn clamored his way down the hall, huffing for air as he stood tall, slicking his hair back with his free hand and smoothening out the front of his uniform. He wouldn't want you to think he neglects his appearance!

"Babe??" He called out looking around the empty hallway. But, seeing how you weren't outside your classroom, he began to make his way before the 2-A sliding doors.

He heaved the door open, looking around the classroom with a great, excited grin on his face... "Babe?"

Kayn noticed your absence, and his smile turned into a confused pout. How strange... You weren't outside of the classroom... And you weren't inside either. You couldn't have possibly gone home early today either! That's irregular!

Sure, it has happened a number of times... He remembered when you explained to him you had matters at home you had to take care of. Not to mention, you were a part of multiple clubs at the school so they sometimes pulled you away for emergency meetings... But even then, you made time for him like he did for you!

Consumed in his own thoughts, it wasn't until Kayn felt a tap on his shoulder did he abruptly spin around. However, as he turned, his braid nearly smacked you in the face, Kayn sheepishly smiling.

Staring down at the top of your head, Kayn knew: It was you! He always found it endearing how much shorter you were compared to him...

Then again, Kayn was pretty big, compared to all of the other students at Ionia High, but that was only because he was adopted from a foreign country.

"You're here. Where were you? I thought you had something come up today." Kayn admitted, placing both of his hands on your arms.

"Sorry, baby," You apologized with an exasperated sigh, Kayn sinking into your touch when you placed your hand on his cheek, "I went to the vending machine to get us both a drink!"

Kayn watched as you reached into your bag, revealing a bottled tea for yourself and canned coffee for him.

"Thanks, but you didn't have to get me anything... I have money you know." He pointed out, nevertheless accepting the drink when you held it out to him.

"I know! I just thought you should have something special before your dad picks you up." You informed him, Kayn clutching the can with a nod. He would be sure to save it for when he gets home!

"Okay, but tomorrow I'm buying!" He declared, chuckling when he noticed you laughing delightedly at his decision.

For the next half an hour, Kayn was content to discuss your shared plans for your next date night, allowing you to go into great detail about what you wanted to do with him. At least this would give him something to look forward to during the weekend!

And eventually, Zed arrived to pick up Kayn, pulling open the sliding door to classroom 2-A, noticing his son sitting at a desk today. He knew if it wasn't a desk, Kayn was either curled up in a corner or sitting outside the classroom.

"Kayn? Are you alright?" He asked, Kayn turning around. While it delighted Zed to see how happy his son was, at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like something was... immensely wrong.

"Dad! You're here!" Zed smiled at the boy, striding over to him and touseling the young man's hair.

What are you doing here all alone again? I was waiting in the car for you, but you never came down..." The older man inquired cautiously, placing his hand on Kayn's shoulder.

"Oh, my girlfriend just left... I was really hoping you could meet her today, but you're too late again." Kayn rambled with a pout, standing and passing his bag to his father's open arms. Before he could forget, he plucked up the can of coffee you gifted him.

"Oh? I'm sorry. I'll get you sooner tomorrow then."

Kayn hummed, walking out of classroom 2-A alongside his adoptive father, checking his phone with his free hand to see if you sent him a message. But, when he saw nothing but a reminder for him to take his medication, he slid the reminder off his lock screen and pocketed his phone.

Zed shot a nervous glance up at his boy, Kayn beaming and looking down at his... empty hands.

"Uh... So, don't forget that you have therapy today before we go to the dojo and train." Zed interjected, noticing how the boy wasn't listening to him.

"My girlfriend got me this canned coffee today... I think you'd like her." Kayn commented, Zed tiredly exhaling. "She must be really special to you."

"Dad, are you kidding? I'm crazy about her! She's always on my mind! She gives me things to look forward to and... I just feel so much better with her around..."

"You know you'd feel better if you took your medication..." Zed retorted, Kayn huffing and crossing his arms stubbornly.

"Yeah, but she's real. The both of us are real."

With how happy Kayn seemed, Zed really wished you were real.

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madame-fear · 1 year

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Hey my love how are you? I hope you’re okay. I wanted to request dad jace with his newborn son with a Targaryen reader who’s the daughter of Viserys and Alicent if that’s okay. Thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻

— ☆ amira speaks : AAAA i absolutely loved this! i made this hcs just in case bc i thought it was fit for the request but if you wish me to write a one shot feel free to tell me !!! sorry if this is short my babe :( — pairing : dad! jacaerys velaryon x targaryen! mum! reader — genre : fluff

: ̗̀➛ Jace would be absolutely over the moon with his child, literally. I know that, the entire time during your labour, he'd be by your side holding your hand, and giving you comforting words that everything will be alright.

: ̗̀➛ He would gently take the baby from the maiden's arms — the one that helped you give birth to your son —, and would coo and cradle softly the baby in his arms. It was a sweet baby boy whom already resembled his precious mother even if he had been just born.

: ̗̀➛ DEFINITELY A PROUD DAD AT THIS POINT KSLSLSKS. Jace would obviously place the child on top of your chest, and would sit by your side as he allows his child to take hold of his index finger with his little babe hand, while he continously praises you for having been so brave and fiercy during your labour.

: ̗̀➛ If your betrothal with Jacaerys Velaryon already helped both Rhaenyra — Jace's mother — and Alicent — your mother — bond once again and get used to each other's presence again, imagine now that they have a shared grandson. I think they would both be genuinely thrilled and delighted, and the second they see you after giving birth they'd rush to hug, and congratulate you.

: ̗̀➛ Same goes for your father Viserys as well. He'd go and give you a kiss on top of your head, and ask you if you are okay, and whether it hurt or not.

: ̗̀➛ All of your siblings — Aegon, Aemond, Helaena and Daeron —, even if they still don't have an excellent relationship with Jace, they will still be pretty much happy for their little nephew. Same goes for Lucerys. Basically, you're immersed in love by everyone, literally <3

: ̗̀➛ Jace is a proud, loving, caring dad who will fiercely protect you and your son no matter what. He'd be the one who'd make sure you are properly taken care of by the best of maesters and maidens after giving birth, and also for your newborn son.

: ̗̀➛ Expect him to stare at his own son with heart eyes. And to be constantly praised by him and hear his proud remarks of the beautiful son you've introduced to this world together.

: ̗̀➛ Our boy will be pretty much content with his son, and the children and future with you that is yet to come. <3

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@damatheirin @jacesvelaryon @capellaadara @kyuupidwrites @tchatso @tickle-euphoria

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #prince jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon imagine #jacaerys velaryon x you #hotd x reader #hotd headcanons #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon headcanons #house of the dragon x you #hotd x you #hotd x y/n #hotd imagine

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42bakery · 16 days

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this is a random question but what's going on between fermin and pedro acosta??? this is my first year really following moto2 and they used to be best friends but they hate each other now or smt?? i really don't know 😭 thank you in advance, also i love you blog ♡♡

Hi there anon 👋👋👋👋

I'm glad you like my blog, it makes me very happy 🥹😍

It's actually not that random. I had been thinking about it for a long time, and actually there isn't a lot of info about it. I can only make guesses, but yours could be as good as mine because those idiots don't talk about what happened. Pedro refuses to say Fermín's name and he only referrers to him as 'the other rider' or 'him' when he's asked. But then again he went to Dani's 2000s circa rivalry classes. So the less he says a name, the more he considers you his rival. And Fermín does say his name, he actually was team Pedro last year and in Catalunya when Pedro and Alonso made contact he refused to say it was Pedro's fault (neither he blame Alonso, he just stand there and watch Alonso throw Pedro under the bus). Fermín also said Pedro is his rival and one that is an important rival for him.

We know that they aren't in a terrible situation because they hugged each other and talked during the podiums the shared last year. Fermín even tried to share Ramírez champagne bottle with Pedro in one of the podiums before Marcos took it away. Or even this year in Portugal they had a brief moment. And even Pedro's dad went to congratulate Fermín. So definitely there isn't bad blood there.

Now my guess is this. They have been racing against each other for so long, moving on the same categories more or less at the same time that they moved from friends to rivals. That paired with Fermín being younger and moving categories early than Pedro might have pissed Acosta.

Fermín was supposed to debuted in Moto3 in 2020, but the team where he was going to race withdrew leaving him without options. Pedro didn't do it until 2021. That year Pedro won the championship on his rookie season. That same year, Fermín made his debuted in MotoE that kind of helps skip Moto3 and give an opportunity to go to Moto2. Fermín also was doing the European Moto2 championship, where he won all races except the last 2 where he was 2nd and then made his Moto2 debuted in Moto2 replacing Yari Montella. So basically Fermín is younger and is 'making' the debuts a year earlier than Pedro. paired that they are from the same region (50-70 minutes away one from the other more or less) you have the perfect combination. Media has pushed them to be the new Pedrosa-Lorenzo.

So basically it's two kids that have know each other for their whole life in teams that have a beef with each other and forced to be rivals. (I think I saw this film before, anyone is with me?). Whatever Pedro does, Fermín is there to compete with him in being the youngest to do X thing (like a win, a pole, etc), but also outshine him. When people is supposed to talk about what Pedro has done, somehow Fermín does something equally crazy for us to speak about it.

But again anon, this is my guess. Maybe they both have a thing for the same girl and one of them got the date they wanted. Or maybe they tried (or did) date the other's sister and didn't end well. As I said, they don't talk about it. I just get a small summary from Fermín's side and that definitely is biased. He also didn't get into lot of details.

#Ask #Anon's tag #MotoGP #Moto2 #Moto3 #Fermín Aldeguer #Pedro Acosta

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chiiyuuvv · 5 months

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HI POOKIE BEAR YK ITS ME KISSED YA can u do xikers reaching to readers solo comeback thank uuuuu lobe uuu 🩷🩷

• PAIRING — xikers x idol!reader

• GENRE — couldnt decide if i wanted yall to date or like each other so youre besties hooray!! , Humor, fluff, their just so proud <3

• WORD COUNT — 620

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — this is the last request on tumblr, then i gotta write other stuff 😞

• TAGLIST — @the-lemon-boy , @lil-elle , @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

MINJAE ☆

He finally found someone that understands him

Hes the leader, youre the leader.. you know how the kids are and can emphasize with the other

The members even joke that youre the mom and minjae is the dad, replacing junmin and one of your members

Lets the kids have play dates while yall catch up

He just loves you so much!! Youre like his bestest friend! He doesnt want to leave ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Kinda like minjae.. someone else knows what being a mother is like

The members love you, but youre members...

Blame xikers for influencing your babies

Now the 8 and however many in your group team up and bully junmin

Im talking dumping water on him at 4:52 pm and running ♡

SUMIN ☆

Hes in complete awe

Like "wooooahhh, i didnt know people could makes songs like this."

Would try to talk to you for music and the dance of course, when he really wants to ask you out

And he has a lot of fun in the studio too, losing track of time

"We definitely have to do this again, it was so fun!!" ♡

JINSIK ☆

Ngl.. he forgot

Like everyones cheering and hes like "huh..? Whats going on..??"

But once they scream at him hes dancing around in joy

Takes lots of selfies with the two of you doing weird poses

The fans love you two's weird personality ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Dead ass starts crying

Just like "my baby.. finally debuted." While he drops to his knees, hugging your legs

Its kinda of awkward ngl, but you just plaster that smile on your face :")

But like no srsly, hes so proud of you. The best singer, dancer, whatever you are-er, hes so proud

Happily boasts about you too ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Bounces off the walls like he just had a gallon of sugar

Yk that scene in highschool musical where the song was "what time is it" and the teacher (or the student cant remember which one) grabs the other and kisses their cheek while dancing..? Yeah like that

Like sprays your face with kisses and everyones like "what are you?? 🤨🤨"

I think the proudest out of everyone

Will not leave your side for the rest of the day ♡

SEEUN ☆

the first to congratulate you

And the first to do the tiktok challenge

Whenever you see each other, he randomly busts one of your dance moves so the only thing you do is just laugh

Hes right behind you during reward shows

And cheers so loud if you won anything ♡

YUJUN ☆

Wants. His. Hugs.

Does not care if the members are right there, if theres cameras.. give it to him >:|

Will treat your debut likes its your birthday because it is!! Giving you a big cake and making you blow out the candles

He will jump seeun when he gets to the dorms for blowing out the candles before you :)

Hes so happy and supportive like "yess!! Thats my friend!!" ♡

HUNTER ☆

Everyone jokes that you have "that" type of relationship

Like hes the tall one while youre shorter, he always makes fun of your height but will kick someones ass if they do the same

When you debuted he played the CRAP out of your album

Like 3 in the morning and he just bursts out singing your song

And learns the choreo in a heartbeat, shocking you because hes really good ♡

YECHAN ☆

Your personal ad

"Did you hear that my bestie debuted?"

"Go stream right now!! Im watching you >:|"

Makes sure EVERYONE knows about you

Will randomly burst out dancing if someone says a line/word from your song unintentionally (like saying guitar out loud and hes like "HAHAHA GET A GUITAR 🤓☝️" <- for those that did not understand) ♡

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edensbuttercups · 1 year

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Summers and letters - Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader

after the Coffee shop AU (x), time for a Scout AU

Summary: Every summer, you spend one moth at summer camp, teaching kids and teenagers along side a group that you've grown to love. And that's were Bob teaches too, planning games and activities for yet another year, except this year might be the last, having sent all of his details to try to get into the Navy. So what happens when he does leave for the Navy, leaving both you and the kids missing him, as well as your crush for him not yet revealed?

A/N: This has been in the works for months, and I just couldn't find the motivation to finish it, but gladly, I finally did! Planning on writing a part two from Bob's point of view, at least from when he leaves, when he receives the letters, how things go from there. I hope this ends up being a good read, let me know if a part 2 sounds interesting enough! ♡

Words: 4.5k

As always, requests are open and comments are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading and hope you're all having a good day ♡

Every summer, you set aside a whole month for the scout’s camp, a whole month spent with kids and teenagers, depending on the week, and a whole month with your fellow teachers and friends. You had been seeing them every summer for at least four years at this point, the real world getting shut out each time you crossed the makeshift entrance to the camp, nothing but three trunks nailed to each other, strong enough to hold onto each other during the worst of storms. The weeks were organized in the best of ways, groups divided by age and somewhat easy to deal with, ending each camp with a song by the fire, a good amount of badges earned and a whole lot of fun memories to take home.

And after dark, when the kids were in bed, you got to hang out with everyone by the fire, just like you had with the kids, yet with different conversations, deeper, funnier, getting to know each other better, with the lack of contact, usually, between one summer and the other. There was one of your fellow colleagues that you kept contact with, Sarah, just one year older than you and living on your same street, and a colleague that you wished to have more contact with, but never found the courage to: Robert. He had everyone call him Bob, and you couldn’t help but smile every time he came over to you, talking excitedly about the activities planned, or some of his passions, adventures on the ranch, dreams. You remembered one of the first nights on camp this year, when the two of you had found a spot by the campfire, on lookout for any kids ignoring lights out or that rather preferred wandering in the dark, talking to each other to make the time pass, keeping each other company while you waited for the next people to take over.

“I remember my first time on a horse. I wasn’t really a fan of the idea, but my dad had insisted, so I climbed on and tried my best for a solid ten seconds, before deciding to give up. Ended up with my foot stuck on the saddle. Rode for 50 meters upside down and crying.” He told you, his cheeks blushed from the slight embarrassment he still felt when talking about it, but it was all worth it when you laughed, your hand reaching for his shoulder as you wiped a tear from your eye. “Were you okay?” You asked, eyes sparkling from the laughter you had just graced him with, finding the image of a seven year old Bob hanging from a horse a little too funny. “Oh, yeah, just annoyed.” He said, laughing once more and shaking his head, “I tried again the next day, actually thinking about my movements before jolting down a moving animal, and eventually I came to love it. I was just grumpy that day and that did not help.” You smiled at his words, his way of being, the comforting sight of him in front of you, sitting cross legged in front of each other as the nearby campfire warmed you. “What’s your plan with the ranch?” You asked, shifting a little closer, just to feel his knees bump against yours, his hand reaching over to grab your hands, holding them between his when he saw you shiver, a comforting habit he had grown into after knowing you for a little over two years now. “I’m not sure. I always thought I’d stay. Help my family, keep on what has been going for years, but… I don’t know, recently I’ve been wondering if maybe leaving would-” he shook his head, frustrated that he couldn’t find the right words, “I’m afraid that staying here will make me miss something that maybe I’m supposed to find.” You nodded, blushing at how his hands were cradling yours, thumb gently caressing your skin as he talked, understanding his words but getting lost in his touch. “An adventure you’ll miss if you stay here?” you offered with a smile, having felt the same thing as him. This town was great for many things, but it was its own world. You loved summer camp, creating a separate reality from the rest of the world for a good month, but when you got back home you did wonder what you were missing, if all those things you saw on tv were things you were supposed to truly live, rather than simply dream of. He looked at you, his eyes scanning your own, nodding slightly. Squeezing your hands softly before letting them go he cleared his throat, looking ahead at someone, your mind soon catching up and standing up, knowing that it was time to give up your lookout position and head to bed. He whispered a goodnight as you reached your cabin, waving timidly before climbing the steps to his own, leaving you with a smile on your lips at his first story, and some aching in your chest at his uncertainty, one that matched your own.

“Bob! Next year maybe we can try the other trail? I heard there’s caves and stuff!” the kid excitedly said, her hands gripping tightly to her own pants, trying to contain her movements. “I… yeah. If I’m here, sure!” He muttered, hands reaching for hers, helping her move down from the log she had climbed onto, the way back to camp seemingly not fun unless she went over any obstacle she laid eyes on. You turned to look at him, in your eyes a questioning look that he returned with a small shrug and a smile, hoping that he’d have the chance to further explain later on. He had never missed a year, always there for the whole month, mentioning once that this was his time off from the ranch, getting extra time to hang out and do something he loved. So his uncertainty was… weird. “You promise?” she asked, this time jumping over a small rock, her hands clinging onto the kid in front of her, Nellie. “Yeah, promise! Promise!” Nellie started chanting, soon aided in her chorus by most of the other kids, their voices high in pitch and loud, making you laugh as you moved around them, gently shushing them. “I… I promise, yeah.” he said it slowly, as if his promise wouldn’t count that way. He was half sure he would be there, but he wasn’t fully sure, and lying was something he hated, especially when it came to lying to the face of those adorable kids, kids he had spent various summers with. “Time to head back, kids, let’s not overdo it, we wouldn’t want dear old Bob to go deaf, right?” you joked, moving them along the path, the sign to the entrance of the camp now in sight. You missed the way he smiled at you, or the way he had to glance down at his feet instead of quickening his pace to catch up, the lie slowly making him uneasy. You slowed down your steps, falling into a small walk as the kids ran ahead, finding the others and falling into a queue, ready for the next activity, one that neither you nor Bob had to partake in, time for a welcomed break. “If you’re here?” you questioned, trying to keep your tone lighthearted, pushing any other feeling away, even if the closeness of your hands was making it hard to concentrate on anything but reaching for his, holding it, for once. “I…” he started, taking a deep breath in, chuckling lightly, “I was thinking of joining the Navy. Sent my papers to the academy and all. I don’t think they’ll take me, I mean, c’mon.” He laughed, pointing at himself, “but if they do, summer is… not a thing I’ll be able to pass here, I think.” “Oh.” You managed to reply, your footsteps slowing once more, not willing to end your chat so soon, slowly stirring it towards the path that twisted around the camp, a short-ish walk, but leaving you with some more time to talk. “I mean, they’d be lucky to have you, really.” you said honestly, smiling at him. “But I’ll miss you, if you end up going.” You revealed, looking up at him. He didn’t look like a Navy guy, with his messy hair, not combed after the night ‘cause of lack of time, or his glasses, or his slightly shy demeanour, but you’d support him in it. He was smart, and he had many skills, and he would be great and you knew he could do it. He wouldn’t know that, of course, since you never quite got the courage to ask for his number, never exchanging them, never hearing from each other if not when you met a whole three seasons later, and so you’d never get to tell him how proud you were of getting in, if that ended up being the case. And it took everything you had in that moment to not show the disappointment in your face, especially when you glanced back up at him, his cheeks red from the sun and his eyes twinkling from the light. God, you thought, If he does end up going, next summer is going to be hard.

You sat by the campfire, Bob sat opposite you, Sarah by your side, chatting with the others about the last days on camp, the crackling of the wood making everyone smile fondly as stories were exchanged. “I couldn’t believe that Kyle found the courage to cross that bridge all on his own.” Martin said, shaking his head. You nodded along with the rest, smiling as the kids' accomplishments were shared, as the last activities were planned, from writing a summary of their favorite activities for reference for the coming years, to what stories to tell and treats to cook. “So,” Sasha said after all the planning had been done, “what are you all going to be doing this winter? Will we be seeing everyone next summer?” He asked cheerfully. He was the oldest of the group and acted almost like a dad to everyone, always keeping in touch when he could, but also taking care of the vast majority of the summer camp organization. You smiled as everyone took their turn telling their plans, talking about your own when it was your turn and told everyone your own plans, not varying much from those of the previous year. It was then Sarah’s turn, with the chatter about parties and travels, hopefully, never losing that glint in her eyes as she talked. It was then Alice’s turn, and Eliott’s, until it was Bob’s, and you moved to look at him, curious to listen, and to have the extra excuse to look at him with no guilt about it. “I’m going to help out at the ranch.” He mumbled, “The usual. But… yeah.” He added, nodding with a light chuckle. It was the furthest thing from a confirmation about his presence in the upcoming year, but Sasha took it as one, not noticing how Bob’s eyes darted to yours when he didn’t mention what his plan really was, almost as if he was asking you to keep his secret, which of course you did. You gave him a soft smile at his words, keeping your gaze on him, seeing his big blue eyes as they looked back, a timid smile sent your way as a silent thank you.

Two days later you said your goodbyes. The kids left first, their parents coming to pick them up as they hurriedly ran towards them, jumping in the arms of mothers, parents, brothers, grandparents or caregivers, each child happy to have spent the time in the wild but still glad to go home. Olivia and Nellie, having grown closer this year than they had during the last two, waved at everyone, giggling and running around. You turned to look at Bob, his smile bittersweet as he looked at everyone, waving and saying his goodbyes, and his words from the previous days came to mind. “So…” you said, moving closer to him, “I’ll see you next year, maybe?” He hadn’t added anything else, and while there were still a few hours to be spent all together, fixing what could be fixed of the camp and saying your own goodbyes, this seemed like one of the last moments you’d get alone with him. He sighed, looking down. “Maybe, yeah.” He nodded, already missing the idea of not being here, but feeling a passion in his being at the thought of what the navy could offer. “I’d love to be, but… it’s not sure.” He mumbled quietly, still weary about talking about it with anyone but you. “I’d love for you to be, too.” You joked, deciding on asking him for his number when you saw his smile, the excuse of keeping in contact perfect and direct. “I wanted to-” “Hey, Bob! There’s some fixing to do in cabin 4, can you give me a hand?” Roger shouted from halfway down the path, interrupting you. “Yep! Coming right down!” He shouted back, fixing his glasses and looking back to you, expectantly. “Oh. Ehm… nothing,” you said with a dry laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up under his curious gaze, “Go help Roger. I’ll see you later!” you waved, turning to find Sarah. You had almost asked him. Which was already a step forward, maybe. Still, it felt bittersweet. Even if you got his number, there was a good chance he’d be gone by next summer, away in another state doing who knows what.

You sighed as you reached your cabin, finding Sarah in it, packing and cleaning, moving around to the music. “Anything I can help you with?” you asked, stepping in and smiling at her, happy when she nodded, needing something to keep you busy. “Last bit of cleaning, yeah. There’s a sponge by the desk over there!” She said, pointing at the clean sponge by the soapy water, the smell coming from it flowery and sweet. You moved by her side and cleaned along, dancing slightly to the music, not saying much.

And there you were, a few hours later, clutching your bag like your life depended on it, waiting to see Bob for the, possibly, last time. “Hey.” You heard him call after a moment, jogging up to you and sending a wave at Sarah, patiently waiting in her car. She had told you to talk to him, that being the only way you could get a lift home from here, and that’s what you did, clinging to that threat to give you the confidence you needed. “Hey.” you repeated, sighing softly, “so, it’s done, huh?” You barely had spoken, his arms already wrapped around you in a quick hug, a thank you whispered in your ear before he pushed away, standing before you again. “I’m sorry. I… I hope to see you again?” He asked, slightly stuttering as he reached for his bag, flinging it over his shoulder with red cheeks. “Yeah.” You hummed. Want to exchange numbers? You could’ve asked. Would you like to keep in contact? “See you next summer, maybe?” Is what you came up with instead, looking at him expectantly until he nodded, swallowing the words that he might’ve liked saying, leaving you to leave with a curse on your lips at the missed opportunity, and him with a slight sadness in his chest, knowing it was likely he wouldn’t see you next summer.

Winter passed slowly, spring soon breaking the frost and warming everything up, leaving a sense of excitement bubbling in your chest. You couldn't wait for camp to start again, meeting new kids, spending time by the fire, seeing Bob again. It was stupid, but he was kind, and cute, and intelligent, and you enjoyed spending time with him, so harboring a little crush was fine, but a little distraction you could allow yourself.

And then the start of summer officially came, leading you all the way up to the annual meet-up, few days before the kids would arrive, the camp in need of some small maintenance and preparation. It was all great, until each single person arrived, except Bob. He was always one of the first to arrive, with his bag of stuff and big smile, waving at everyone and standing by your side, your little chit chats vital as you caught up with each other. But this time he wasn’t here, and you knew what it meant. You tried to hide your wandering gaze, feeling a hand brush over your arm and jolting you out of your thoughts, meeting face to face with Sarah. “How have you been?” She asked you excitedly, pulling you in a hug. She held you tight, moving you from side to side as she patted your back, happy to see you in this setting rather than your usual neighbourly visits, even if her reaction made it seem like you hadn’t seen each other in months. “All good!” You lied, smile tight and fake, hoping that she couldn’t read what was really going on in your mind. You had held on to the hope that Bob would be here, but now that you were waiting, it didn’t seem likely anymore. “Great!” She smiled back, taking in her surroundings and counting each person there. “We’re one short.” She announced, turning to look at you with questioning eyes. “Bob’s not here.” You said, looking down and revealing your secret almost instantly, knowing she’d understand soon enough anyway. She knew about your slight crush on him, revealing it earlier last fall when you spent a chilly night with some drinks, the alcohol making you spill your secret. “Oh, honey.” She said softly, hearing your tone and reaching to pull you in another hug, this time trying to comfort you. It was just a crush, but she knew you cared about him, and had desperately hoped that he’d be there.

“Bob?” She asked, perching herself forward, almost falling off her chair. “The cutie with the glasses? The one that always comes over to chat with us but never really talks to me unless you’re around? The one that looks at you like you’re a goddess every time you help a kid that fell over, or when you charm everyone with your stories?” You felt your cheeks burn as you shook your head, knowing that that could not be the truth. “Sarah, please.” You begged, half-regretting mentioning this to her. “No, no, I fully get it! He is cute, he’s funny, you two work well together. But you should tell him.” She spoke honestly and simply, clinking her bottle to yours. “Never.” You said with a laugh, knowing that that wouldn’t happen. Sure, you worked together, and you loved talking to him, and every time you were by his side you could get lost in his stories or just sit in silence and enjoy that too, but there was no way you’d tell him that you liked him. “Okay, then ask for his phone number. That way you can chat, and maybe he’ll ask you out.” You sighed, shaking your head. “If the moment calls for it, sure. I’ll… maybe.” You offered, clinking your drink against hers and smiling when she nodded, letting the subject of asking for his number fall, yet still talking about him for another moment, laughing each time you blushed at something she said.

And so, camp went on as it always did, with bumps and cuts and stories and adventures and crying and laughing and joking and hoping. But with no Bob. It worked out, somehow, except when the kids felt his absence, asking about him, wondering, talking.

Pauline caught up with you, Nellie by her side as she tugged on your pants. “Hey, Pauline, Nellie. All good?” you asked, stopping to talk to them. “Where’s Mister Robert? He said we could go explore the other trail this year!” Her smile was bright, and your heart broke a little more at the knowledge that he wasn’t here. You had heard him make her that promise, and even if he had tried to avoid it, she clung onto it for the whole autumn, winter and spring. “Bob isn’t here this year, dear. But we can still go explore the other trail, we’ll just have to-” “Why isn’t he here?” She asked, interrupting you with a frown. You sighed, lowering your head at the question you had asked yourself the first day back, waiting for him eagerly to arrive only to be left with one person less on your team. “From what I know, he joined the Navy.” You explained quickly, grabbing both her hand and Nellie’s as you walked, answering each question as well as you could as you walked back to camp, needing to tell Sarah the change of plan and pick up any gear needed for the new trail. “Can we send him a letter?” Nellie asked, already collecting a leaf and a flower to press and add to the letter, remembering when he had taught them all about preserving flowers, insisting that they were great gifts, especially for people far away. “We… I think?” You truly weren’t sure, but you assumed that probably it wouldn’t be an issue. You could go talk to his family and get an address, or just leave all the letters for when he got back. “We can.” you decided, giving yourself the afternoon to collect the materials for the next day, knowing that some of the kids would want to add little drawings or think about what to write. “So,” you started, calling the attention of all of the kids, combining a little group of all the ones that had the chance to meet and work with Bob, along with one kid, Henry, that hadn’t, but that had heard so many good things of him that begged you to send him a letter anyway. “Everyone can get one piece of paper to write, and one to draw. Don’t feel obliged to do both, but don’t waste paper either.” you said, trying to be stern but not overly so, flashing everyone a smile as they walked over to grab what they needed. By the end of the day you had collected all of the letters, sitting on your bed while you waited for Sarah to be done with her shower, reading through them and smiling at some of the drawings, Bob being drawn in all of them, sometimes with a goofy smile, or with a Superman cape, or giving a thumbs up to a kid when they did something right. He had always been kind to them, always treated them like equals, always cared for them, and the love he gave was always returned, these letters just proving how he was in their eyes. Dear Bob, I miss you. We get to write you letters, we hope your you’re having fun at the navy thing school. You said we’d get to go try the other trail. We did last week, it was scary but we did it. I miss you, come back to camp again next year please. Love, Nellie.

The first one said, the messy handwriting accompanied by a drawing of her and Bob holding hands, the sun shining in one corner with a big smile.

Dear Bob, My name is Henry. You didn’t meet me, but I heard from my friend you were amazing. I’m sorry we didn’t get to meet. I hope to one day. Big hugs, Henry

This letter had a drawing of a car, red and fast, along with a character that probably was Henry, waving.

Bob, You’re not here this year. I’m sad :( Will you be back next year? What are you doing now? Do you miss us too? I drawed your favorite flower, I remember when you showed me in the forest last year. Come back soon Lucie

And Lucie, just like she promised, had drawn, with her little uncertain lines and messy coloring, a cute flower, Bob’s name written behind it with a big heart.

You closed your eyes, holding the letters in one hand as you considered if this was okay. Shaking your head, you picked a piece of paper up, choosing your best pen and writing a few words to accompany the ones from the kids, each one too sweet to not send to the man you had slowly started catching feelings for.

Dear Bob, So you made it! I had no doubts, I’m so proud of you! I hope this is okay, but the kids missed you, so I proposed writing you a letter, something to remember us by. There ended up being quite a few, so I hope between trainings and lessons you’ll get enough time to slowly read them all. It was lovely getting to spend so many summers with you. I’ve missed you. I’ve attached my number at the bottom of this message, it might make communication easier, even if just to let me know you got the letters. Big hugs from everyone.

You signed your name at the bottom, scribbling your number and checking it thrice, as well as reading the whole thing over and over. It wasn’t much, and most of what you wanted to say went unwritten, not willing to tell him anything more than friendly words, already debating for quite some time before Sarah convinced you to write your number down too. “He’ll appreciate it.” She comforted you, looking at the letter in your hand. “It’s so forward.” You muttered, eyebrows drawn together in worry. There was nothing more that scared you than losing this friendship you had built with him, kill this harboring crush before it even had a chance, just cause you had been too forward. “This is literally the opposite. If I were you I’d end it with Love, or with my whole heart, or-” “Okay.” You interrupted her, plucking the page out of her hand and folding it neatly, placing it on top of the stack. You’d send them tomorrow morning, the address you had gotten written carefully and neatly on the front, all the letters placed together in a simple box, not overly heavy but surely giving him some reading material. You truly hoped he wouldn’t mind you finding out where to send the letters to. When you had gotten to his family’s ranch, roughly a week ago, you smiled as you knocked on the door, his mother welcoming you in for some fresh lemonade and a slice of her apple pie. You ended up sticking around for over an hour, telling her stories of how you had met Bob, what activities he was the best at organizing and what stories he had told, as well as her mentioning how much he talked about you, making your heart flutter until you realized she probably meant you as in “the whole team”. By the time the sun had started to set, you had left his house with an address, a piece of pie for the way home, and a new friend. The next morning you sent the letters, the little box you had prepared now donning his name and an address, and soon, hopefully in the next week, he’d receive them.

A week and a half after that, you received it. A simple text from an unknown number, the picture attached to the message immediately giving you a clue as to who it might be.

I am honestly speechless. I didn’t expect this, thank you so, so much.

#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fluff #bob floyd fanfiction #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #bob floyd fic #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick fanfic

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kidstemplatte · 7 months

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Hey! How are you? So as halloween is very close I just can't stop thinking how would dad!terzo be with his daughter during halloween time during the years, like since she was a little kid until she is now a teenager. Just some thoughts that were in my mind. Sorry for my english it's not my first language. Have a lovely day or night.

dad! terzo on halloween 🎃 🦇🕸️

hi! i’m doing well, thank you for asking! and there’s no need to apologize, your english is great! thank you so much for the request, here are some dad! terzo halloween headcanons! please enjoy! ❦

-the clergy takes halloween very seriously

-terzo makes sure the entire building is decorated for halloween even if his brothers deem it “unprofessional”

^they secretly love it though m

-they throw a halloween party every year

-of course after violetta is born it’s a little less alcohol-oriented haha that’s for the after party

-the great thing about having a baby is that you can dress them up as whatever you want on halloween and it’s adorable.

-on violetta’s first halloween she was a baby bat🥺🦇 (her nickname)

-and of course everyone thinks it’s the most precious thing EVER. (because it is.)

-when she is old enough to make her own choices, the first thing she wants to be is “papa!” which nearly makes terzo cry.

-so he does her makeup and one of the sisters makes her a custom robe and everything.

-he even lets her be “papa” for the day at the clergy and it’s so cute 😭

-violetta has a little brother🤭 so of course y’all do the addams family one year, it’s perfect.

-terzo takes them trick or treating every year ofc and always reminds them to use their manners

“now, what do we say?”

“grazie!” they say in unison

-every year during the halloween season terzo drives them through different neighborhoods and they rate the houses’ halloween decorations

-terzo doesn’t like jack o lantern carving (he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty😭) but does it every year because it makes the kids laugh because i headcanon this man cannot draw at all so his pumpkins look silly😭

-lets the kids keep the candy they have from trick or treating as long as they don’t tell mom LMAO

-one halloween when she is a little older, she begs terzo to let her watch a scary movie with him on halloween because he watches them late at night all the time and she wants to be like him.

-he warns her over and over again that she will regret it, but alas, he cannot resist his little star.

-she regrets it. 💀

-terzo ends up having to sit by her bed until she falls asleep, reassuring her that there is nobody hiding in the closet or under the bed. and that if there is, he will annihilate them.

-eventually violetta grows to enjoy scary movies and they have a tradition of having a scary movie marathon together every year.

-when violetta is older, in her teens, i can see her doing really cool costumes like a female edward scissorhands or elvira

-violetta likes doing makeup so eventually the tables turn and she ends up doing his makeup for halloween later on as opposed to when he did hers 🥺

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i’m so excited for the halloween season!!! i hope you enjoyed this!! please know if you’ve sent me a request i WILL get to it and i’m working on it atm!

♡, alice

#the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #terzo #ghost #papa emeritus #papa terzo #terzo headcanons #dad! terzo #ghost headcanons

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pnrfru · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1; First Time

a/n; hi I’m dee, welcome to my first ever kinktober lmfao (pls dont grill me, I’m trying my best haha)

the prompt for day 1 is ‘first time’ and I’m really loving dbf!joel so thats basically what i wrote lol. this is in a universe when the outbreak doesn’t happen bc I’m not writing angst (yet lol) and also, lets be real, you n me probably wouldnt survive an apocalypse…

anyway!!! pls enjoy n feel free to leave constructive criticism <3 I’m always trying to improve hehe

ps: I’m only posting these because jenni gave me $10 and I’m very easily influenced lol

God damn Joel Miller and his beautiful face.

He doesn’t say anything though, he just bends down to you again and captures your lips in an intoxicating kiss, this time not holding himself back as his hands roam your body.

Warm hands draw senseless lines along your hips and back, curling around your shoulders before travelling back down to gently grab your waist. You moan into his mouth and grind into his hips.

Despite his cool demeanour, you feel his hands tighten ever so slightly on your waist.

As you pull away to point this out, he decides this would be a perfect time to push his knee between your thighs and pull your pants down ever so slightly so he can draw more senseless patterns across your waist.

Instead of muttering a witty comment, your brain short circuits at the new sensations and you grab onto his shoulders and whimper quietly.

If Joel’s groan is any indication, you think he likes your reaction.

♡︎ ♡︎

Joel Miller. Your dad’s best friend since before you were even thought of. The man who taught you how to fish. The man who helped you pass 9th grade math. The man currently sitting in your kitchen drinking a beer and smiling at you with that lopsided smirk and those crinkled eyes.

The man you can’t seem to take your eyes off of.

You smile softly back before his eyes wander off again and you try to regulate yourself, reminding your thoughts that he’s minimum twice your age.

You shake your head a little, turning to grab some finger food that your dad had scattered through the kitchen to “celebrate the favourite child coming back for the summer”.

You weren’t really the favourite, your brother was, but your dad did the same thing for him and your mom had always told him off for picking favourites so he did the same for you.

Speak of the devil, your brother rounds the corner and snags your plate before you can even think of telling him to piss off and mooch off of someone else for a change.

“Thanks, piggy.” Is all Damien says as he meanders outside and greets the other guests. You sigh and grab another paper plate, grabbing some other things.

“What’s that about, kid?” You jump at Joel’s voice, having completely forgot about his existence during the interaction.

“Dames’ just a scab, always steals something when he’s here.” You try to sound disinterested but Damien is a professional at getting under your skin and sinking his disgusting little scabby hands in there.

“Should tell him off for that. Not nice ‘n’ shit.” This time the comment is directed to your father, you think, when you hear said man snort and sigh.

“He’s jus’ playin’, it ain’t anything big ain’t it?” You turn around and agree, not having the will to fight the losing battle against your father anymore.

“At leas’ tell him to get his own or something-“ Joel is cut off with a wave of your father’s hand, a common gesture when he’s getting annoyed.

“Fine. Not anythin’ I can do, though.” Joel snorts as the older man grumbles his way outside, making his way to his son and beginning to “scold” the man-baby.

You smile your thanks to Joel, who just returns it and gestures vaguely to the seat next to him at the kitchen bench.

Joel always looks out for you, after all he has Sarah and knows that your dad tends to be a bit misogynistic at times. He’s always been protective and understanding when you’d come crying to him and Sarah at early hours of the morning, always there to offer a cup of hot chocolate.

“Thanks, Joel.” Is all you can muster as you reminisce. He huffs a sound you take as agreement and finally sit yourself down next to him.

“‘course, kid.” Joel says into his tiny sandwich, a hint of a grin dancing on his lips. A dramatic heave leaves your lips at the word “kid” before you can stop yourself. The second you realise, though, you cover your mouth and laugh a little.

It’s always been a pet peeve of your’s, being called “kid”. Even though, to Joel, you were, it still bugged you a little.

“What? I say somethin’ funny?” Joel laughed dryly, turning to look at you and you sputter for a second when the sun hits his face just right and he just looks so beautiful and god would he just shut up!

“Is it ‘cause I said kid? Y’know you are jus’ a kid, yeah?” Now it’s your turn to laugh dryly. You ignore the comment and turn back to your food. You aren’t a kid!! You’re in college!! You can legally drink (in other countries).

Joel laughs it off and turns back to his plate when you suddenly have the perfect idea to show him you aren’t “just a kid”.

Does it involve a bit of moving and showing off your ass? Maybe. But you’ve worked hard on your ass on the gym, maybe it was time someone finally appreciated it.

That’s when your cue falls, literally. Joel drops his fork and you take your chance.

“I’ll get it!” You say it a little too enthusiasticly but you really couldn’t care less because the look on his face when you bend down and show off everything your mama (and those damned squats) gave you, is worth everything in the world.

“Feelin’ a little clumsy today, Joel?” It’s cheesy and later you throw your head back and forth to cringe but in the moment it makes Joel’s face go a shade of red and it makes your heart swell.

“Yep.” Is all he can force out as you sit back down and grin to yourself. Perfect plan is in action. Absolutely no flaws. Except you are so horribly and terribly wrong.

You get up to wash your’s and Joel dishes a little while later, leaning on the bench in just the right way to show off your ass while not being too obvious when Joel pushes his way into your personal space.

“Can I help you-“ The question get cut off quickly when you feel something very warm and very hard pressing to your side. Crimson paints your cheeks when you realise it’s his cock straining against his jeans.

Joel doesn’t say anything, he just lightly pushes you so he can face you properly. He gives a quick scan, making sure everybody is busy before leaning into your neck and whispering in your ear, “What was that, kid?”.

“I’m not “just a kid”.” You mimic his previous sentence. You meant for it to sound more powerful and assertive but it tumbled past your lips before you could put any oomph behind it.

Joel shakes his head, stepping closer if that’s even possible and traps you between him and the hard wall behind you that you only just noticed.

The wall seems to slip your mind, though, as Joel cages you in with an arm to the wall.

“Can see that now. Do you usually bend over like that in front of boys or is that jus’ a “me thing”?” He emphasises the words and watches your face closely as you fumble around in your brain for a response.

“It’s just a you thing… I promise.” You mutter. He seems satisfied with your answer because he brings a hand to your chin and gently lifts your face to look at him properly.

“Good. You don’ mind if I kiss you then, do ya?” His question darkens the blush on your cheeks but you can’t answer when his damn hand is burning your face like that and when his chest is so close to your’s and when-

“Asked a question, doll.” Is all he says before you’re grabbing his shirt and kissing him as hard as you can and moaning softly into his mouth.

If the motion took him by surprise he doesn’t show it, letting you kiss him and slowly exploring your body with his calloused hands. He pulls away for a second to look around before diving back in.

You gasp when he properly pulls away, taking a step back and grabbing your wrist softly.

“Can’t do this here, doll. Cm’here.” Before you know it he’s dragging you into the bathroom and locking the door behind you both. A smile cracks on your face as you watch him and the way his body moves.

“This ain’t smart. Y’know that, yeah?” He sounds a little worried, and you know why. Your dad has never been too big on you dating boys, let alone an older man, let alone his best friend. You nod, looking deep into his eyes to show you’re sure.

He nods as well before grabbing your waist and picking up where he left off. In the kitchen, you had just been kissing with closed mouths, soft but with a hint of hunger, but now that you were alone, Joel was lightly prodding his tongue into your mouth and you felt blood rushing to your lower belly.

Would this be a good time to tell him you’re a virgin?

You let him explore your mouth, trying your best to follow his lead but failing miserably. You know this because when he pulls away he looks confused.

“I’ve never- I mean I’ve kissed boys before but not- not like- well you know it’s all-“ Joel cuts off your rambling with a snort, shaking his head a little before turning back to you.

“Oh darlin’, am I your first? Fuck.” The stress in his voice is faint but it’s there, hiding behind those perfect teeth and a pang of guilt pummels through your body.

“We still can but I know it’s um… I mean- I know what I’m doing! Just never gotten the chance…” You trail off the end of your sentence. You get the feeling Joel doesn’t really care. But he lifts your head to look at him once again and that feeling dissipates into warmth in your belly.

“Don’ care what ya have ‘n’ haven’t done. Do ya want to now? With me?” He sounds almost like he’s insecure, you think. Like he’s suddenly realized how this would be your first time, and it would be with someone like him.

But that doesn’t bother you at all, in fact you prefer it this way. Being with someone you trust and find to be quite charming. It gives you butterflies to even think about it.

“Yes. Of course I do, Joel! Why would I have kissed you otherwise?” You both laugh softly, letting the awkwardness fizzle away.

“Jus’ thought you’d want someone more, y’know,” he gestures vaguely up and down your body, “your age.” You snort in response before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“They don’t know what they’re doing. Neither do I but, I want someone who can teach me, not someone who has to learn with me, you know?” His eyes crinkle as he smiles a little wider, making your heart swell and heat rush to your lower body once more.

God damn Joel Miller and his beautiful face.

He doesn’t say anything though, he just bends down to you again and captures your lips in an intoxicating kiss, this time not holding himself back as his hands roam your body.

Warm hands draw meaningless lines along your hips and back, curling around your shoulders before travelling back down to gently grab your waist. You moan into his mouth and grind into his hips.

Despite his cool demeanour, you feel his hands tighten ever so slightly on your waist, and you smile to yourself.

Instead of muttering a witty comment, your brain short circuits at the new sensations and you grab onto his shoulders and whimper quietly.

If Joel’s groan is any indication, you think he likes your reaction.

“So pretty, baby.” It’s only three words. Words you hear seperately almost every day. Yet when he tips his head to your ear to whisper them as his hand inches lower in your panties, you feel your muscles clench and butterflies fill your stomach.

Joel leaves an open-mouthed kiss right below your ear as his hand finally makes contact with your cunt and you can’t help but bury your head into his shoulder and cry out.

You’ve touched yourself plenty of times, but the way he’s building you up makes his touch feel electric, and the way he’s circling your clit so softly is giving you a sudden urge to bite his head off so he’ll do what you want him to.

The thought soon simmers down as he starts sucking a hickey into your neck and his fingers dance delightfully around your entrance.

A muffled, “Joel, please,” falls past your lips and into his flannel. He begins his gentle, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw again at your words. He doesn’t let up on your cunt, though.

“You feel good, doll?” His accent is getting thicker, you notice, and it fuels the fire in your belly. You nod enthusiastically and you see the hint of a smirk dance on his lips.

All he does, though, is continue his light touch around your clit and entrance. You groan in annoyance and watch his mouth curl into a full smirk.

“You enjoy this don’ ya?! You’re evil, Joel!” He just laughs at your accusation, his fingers still just sort of satisfying. You groan again and decide you’ve had enough of his teasing.

You angle your hips just a little when he starts circling your hole again and sigh contently when you feel one of his fingers finally push into you.

Once again, Joel’s face stays the same, but you can feel his surprise on your thigh, a small twitch of his cock. He must be bored of his teasing because he follows your lead and starts pumping his finger into you.

You moan and feel yourself clench around his finger, effectively pulling a soft groan from Joel’s lips.

“Fuck me, Joel. Stop teasing and please fuck me.” You plead with him, and smile widely when he pulls his hand from your panties.

You smile to yourself, both of you are too impatient to play games with each other.

Joel squats and pulls your shorts and panties down with him, helping you step out of them. He stares up at you, the way his eyes bore into you like you’re his sole purpose in life almost makes you forget where you are and what you’re doing.

You don’t miss him stuffing your panties into his back pocket, though.

“You have to give those back to me, they’re one of my good pairs- oof!” He stands to his full height before you can protest any more and roughly kisses you once again.

You smile into the kiss, enjoying his change from ‘cool, calm, and collected Joel who builds things’ to ‘horny, desperate, Mr. Miller who steal panties’.

Before you can say any of this, though, Joel is picking you up and wrapping your thighs around his waist. The feeling of his tattered jeans under the skin of your thighs sends a shiver up your spine.

Joel fiddles around and ends up holding you up with one hand. If you weren’t hot and bothered before, you definitely are now.

“That’s hot.” Is all you can muster, his attractiveness is fogging your brain so you don’t immediately register his laugh. Or the distinct clink of his belt being undone. Or his grunt when he bends slightly so he can pull down his boxers. But you do feel when his cock nudges at your entrance and you fight the urge to moan at just the thought.

“You’re sure about this? Ya really want-“ You groan at his question and cut him off by sinking down onto his cock. You don’t get far though.

Usually when you touch yourself, you only use two fingers and that seems to suffice.

You failed to take this into account when attempting to sit on his cock.

He’s much bigger than your two fingers you’re used to so you only get about an inch in before you whine in pain and regret trying to rush things.

“‘m not stretched ‘nough.” You say through your teeth, whimpering softly while you adjust to his size.

“Darlin’, you should’ve let me do this bit, hm? ‘re you alright?” Concern is etched deep into his features as he asks you and you feel your heart swell again.

“‘m fine. Jus’ gimme a minute.” He nods quickly and lets you settle yourself.

After a few beats you test the waters and sink yourself down a little further.

The stretch of him burns still, but it subsides much quicker and you moan in spite of yourself.

“Feels good. Don’ hurt as much.” You slur, gripping his shoulders a little tighter as you inch yourself a little bit lower.

He rubs your skin and mumbles sweet nothings as you slowly, slowly, push yourself further onto his cock until finally you’re seated flush against his hips.

You sit there for a while, allowing everything to adjust. The pain gradually blossoms into pleasure and before you know it, you’re pulling yourself up and pushing yourself back down.

You both moan in relief and you stare into his eyes to ground yourself.

His eyes crinkle in the way you love best as he smiles at you. He’s so fucking gorgeous.

“You feel fuckin’ amazin’, doll. Wanna give me a go?” His smile is soft and you trust him so you nod, relaxing into him as he readjusts his grip on your ass.

He gives an experimental thrust, watching your face as your eyes roll back and you open your mouth slightly to let out a small sound.

“Feel good, doll?” He sounds genuinely curious so you force your jumbled thoughts into a half-coherent, “myeah..”. He hums in approval before fucking up into you in a consistent rhythm.

He fucks you nice and deep, reaching places you’ve never reached with your fingers. You try to voice this but it only comes out as blabbered praise of his cock.

He slows down (barely) for just a second to whisper, “shhh. Gotta be quiet, hey? Don’ want anyone to walk in on this.” and pushes your hair back delicately as if he’s not rearranging your organs in your guest bathroom.

You agree, though, and close your mouth to try and keep your moans in. Joel hums approval once again, adjusting his hips slightly so he hits that spot deep inside you. Your bulletproof plan of ‘maybe if I close my mouth I won’t alert everyone that I’m currently having sex with a man the age of my father’ immediately crumbles when he repeatedly hits your g-spot and draws stars into your vision.

He’s quick to shut you up, though, wrapping his hand tightly over your mouth without missing a beat. You make a mental note to tell him that the way he treats you like you weigh nothing is definitely the hottest thing ever.

You want to tell him now but there’s some things preventing that, like his cock in your cunt, and his hand on your mouth, and the fact that everytime you breathe, all you can smell is him and it sends you over the edge.

His smell - sandalwood, you think. probably a cologne that someone got him as an afterthought - encompassing your every thought is all you can think about as your orgasm hits you.

Your muscles squeeze his cock and you can hear his groan in response.

He fucks you through your orgasm, much slower and much more deliberate than just a minute ago, and stops once he sees you calming down.

He sets you down softly, but keeps holding you up when you almost fall to the ground immediately. You’re busy trying to keep yourself from folding in on yourself that you dont notice the cum staining your leg, nor do you notice Joel staring at it and blushing profusely.

“That was.. wow.” You finally manage to hold yourself up and look into Joel’s eyes, smiling brightly. He returns the smile but only breifly because he’s once again leaning down to kiss your lips.

Although, this kiss is gentle, no hunger or lust overpowering the kiss. It’s innocent and warm and it makes your heart melt.

“Did ya enjoy yourself, doll?” He’s smirking so you know that he knows exactly what you’re going to say, even before you can think about a response.

“Yes. Definitely. Please do that again.” He laughs softly, grabbing your long forgotten shorts and handing them to you.

“Of course, sweetheart. Anythin’ you want. But we gotta, y’know.” He gestures vaguely to the bathroom door and you finally notice the broken lock and the gaps between the door frame.

“Did anyone hear?! Shit! I’m so sorry Joel-“ He cuts you off with a snort and pulls the door closer to him.

The gaps disappear when he does and you blush, realising he had held the door closed the entire time.

“S’alright, we jus’ gotta be more careful if we make this a uh, a thing, y’know?” He lets go of the handle and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

You button up your shorts and look up at his face, watching his eyes stare anywhere but at you and taking note of the red dusting his cheeks.

You giggle quietly and kiss his cheek as you wiggle past him towards the door.

“I don’t usually let boys fuck me stupid and then never let them do it again. Text me tomorrow, I need help finding a summer job.” Your confidence even surprises you as you walk out of the small bathroom and make your way back outside.

You greet some guests, faking laughs and making small talk when you finally catch Damien and steal your food back. He groans and you just flip him off, walking over to the bench near the barbeque and sit down.

This is the point in time when you remember Joel Miller still has your panties shoved deep inside his jeans.

Your face flushes pink and your eyes scan the yard, finally landing on brown eyes that stare back at you.

He smirks and waves politely before turning and talking to someone.

You can see the corner of your panties sticking out of his back pocket and curse anyone and everything you can think of.

All you can think about is tomorrow and how you’re going to ride that man until-

“Dad says it’s my food. Give it back.” -and you’ve given up on trying to enjoy the party.

Fuck Joel Miller.

Literally.

#joel miller #joel the last of us #the last of us #dbf!joel #pedro pascal #pedro pascal as joel miller

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sigyns-drafts · 2 months

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【☀Lazy Sunday chase🐍🌾】

Adopted!Oc with Loki's family

➩ Heldril had been taken into Loki's family, thanks to Sigyn finding the young girl wandering alone during winter ''exploring''. After being accepted with open arms, Heldril quickly adjusted into her new life and chaotic famliy!

Matching their strange natures and behavior, like she had always belonged there. Compared to most days the famliy spent outside, on this sunny day it seemed like Loki was in a playful mood, enough to be planning on something for them to do today!

➩ Reader type: None!

⚠: Family fluff, romantic fluff, flirting between parents, siblings teasing each other!

A/N: This was orignally a story that i posted on my main blog, as a gift for my online daugther @heldril oc, Heldril! I thought i would repost it here to bring back good old memories, i adore you so much kiddo!! ♡

Loki and his family were spending a lazy Sunday afternoon together, lounging in the grass outside of Asgards walls. It was a rare occasion and one with unusual peace and relaxation for the trickster god, who always found himself up to no good.

Sigyn was lying on a picnic blanket, her eyes closed as she was soaking up the warm sunlight with a relaxed smile. Loki shifts his gaze at her and couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“Sol really does help your freckles show, darling~” The god said softly, admiring his wife happily.

The amount of joy he got from just staring at her was unbelievable.

“Oh is that so, have you been staring again~?” Sigyn chuckled, smirking at him.

She could tell he had been staring at her and loved teasing him for it.

Loki let out a laugh as he felt his cheeks turn red, he should have known he would be caught sooner or later!

It wasn’t often Sigyn’s freckles were ever visible on her face. For some reason, they would only appear in bright sunlight over time, but so would the slight sun burns she so easily got. It was a shame!

In the distance Sleipnir, Fenrir, and Vali could be heard playing tag. They were always nearby and so very loud too!

It almost disturbed Hel as she was reading a book to Heldril and Narfi, both siblings sitting patiently listening. Meanwhile Jormungandr bathed in a lake near by.

Suddenly, Loki jumped up from his seat and announced, “I have an idea! Let’s play a game everyone!”

Hel could be heard sighing intentionally loudly, “Oh father, and what could that possibly be?”

“Probably something stupid, I bet” Narfi expressed, not seeming so enthusiastic as Hel.

“Oh I love games!” Sleipnir neighs, trotting over to the rest of his famliy, his brothers right behind him trying to keep up!

“Sleipnir youre always so eager for a new challenge or game aren’t you? Just like fenrir.” Jormungandr teases, turning into his more humanoid form to join in more easily on the family game.

“Oh shut it jormi! At least we have a sense of wanting to achieve things around here, lazy bum” Fenrir barks at his snake brother. Much to Jormungandr’s entertainment.

“Gosh you’re so easy to make tense brother~!” Jormungandr spoke one last time before Loki stares at the two.

Obviously telling them with his expression that it was time to stop.

“It’s a new game i just invented at the spot,” said Loki with a mischievous grin.

“I’ll hide somewhere in the woods, and you all have to come find me. But here’s the twist - I can turn into any animal I want, and you have to chase me down.”

The children and Sigyn all looked at each other excitedly at the prospect of the game, but Narfi, as always seemed a little hesitant.

“I don’t know about this..” said Narfi.

“What if something goes wrong?”

Loki just laughed. “Relax, kid. It’s just a harmless game. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Yeah brother! Listen to dad, If something goes wrong I’ll protect you!” Heldril spoke proudly, always ready to protect her younger siblings from harms way.

“Well i- I was thinking more about pa-” Before Narfi could voice any further of his concerns, Vali jumps on top of him out of excitement.

Causing the boy to fall on his back, “oof!”

“Oops- Let’s start!!” He grind happily waving his hands around, still on top of Narfi.

“Okay, everyone close your eyes and count to ten,” Loki instructed, as he snuck off into the woods to find a hiding spot.

With that the game began. Loki shifting into different animals along the way to get a head start. The children and Sigyn counted and waited before they started chasing after him, laughing and shouting.

The gods and creatures around the woods probably wondering what was going on.

The family split up. Everyone comping the woods, looking behind trees and under bushes, but Loki was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the bushes, and Fenrir let out a growl.

“I think I smell him!” he exclaimed, as he took off in the direction of the sound.

Heldril and Narfi who had grouped up with fenrir followed him, running as fast as they could through the woods.

Eventually Heldril stops as she saw Narfi gasping for air.

“Oh crap! Nari you alright buddy?” Heldril asks slightly concerned at her brothers well being. Narfi nodded just trying to catch his breath back.

“F-Fenrir..is getting away we need to-”

“Get on my back brother!”

“Wha-?!”

Just like that Heldril picks Narfi up and runs her quickest to catch up with Fenrir again. Narfi was for sure taken by surprise but at least they’d make it!

Back together again, Heldril let’s Narfi down and pants heavily, soon enough they caught glimpses of Loki in various animal forms - a bird, a rabbit, even a snake - it felt quite impossible to catch up to him.

Finally, after what felt like hours of chasing Loki through the woods, they all managed to corner him in a small clearing.

Loki gave up and in his snake form, he carefully starts slithering up to Sigyn and around her arm she had offered him.

“You got me,” Loki said with a sigh, sad they couldn’t keep on playing forever.

Sigyn couldn’t help but smirk as she clearly had something clever to say. As she held her husband up.

“A snake huh, suits you at the very moment sly one~” she spoke, teasing him excitedly.

Loki just hisses at her with his snake tounge as he transformed back into his human form and ends up in his wifes arms.

“Oh shush!” He blushed rolling his eyes jokingly.

The children couldn’t help but all collaps onto the ground, panting and laughing. Sigyn puts Loki down but continues to hold him close.

“That was truly an amazing adventure!” Heldril said, her eyes shining with excitement.

“Absolutely! Can’t wait to get back into the waters..” said Jormungandr, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh brother, such a selfish soul..” Hel shook her head in a joking manner, making fun of Jormungandr’s behavior.

“Am not! I’m literally cooking out here and have for a long time now. I might shed my snake skin and throw it at you if you don't watch it Hel!”

Jormungandr tries to defend himself, joking back. Waving his hand on himself to try to cool down.

“But seriously guys, good job! Next time, I’ll be even trickier to catch.” Loki jokes, picking up Vali who was exhausted to his limits. Tounge out and everything pretending to be dead.

Sigyn finds his behavior silly and chuckles, but gets to the point of what she was going to say. “Now, who’s ready for some lunch?”

“You bet I am!” Fenrir barks, his tail wagging excitedly.

“Make that two, don’t let the greedy wolf eat everything me and Sigyn brought.” Hel spoke, calmly hiding away her smirk.

“Hey! What was that for?!” Fenrir raised an eyebrow and looked offended.

“Make it three! I’d die for some juicy apples right now.” Sleipnir happily joins in.

So with that the family went out of the woods and back to their picnic blanket. The rest of the afternoon was filled with food and joy, as Loki and his family enjoyed each other’s company and the simple pleasure of being together.

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hello, i was wondering if i could get a jungle boy imagine where you come to jacks side in the ring after christian attacks and comfort jack

Jungle Boy x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Jungle Boy Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @orange-catsidy. 2nd gif @allelitewrestlings

Warnings: Some swearing.

Summary: f/Reader comes to Jungle Boy's aid when he is once again attacked by Christian Cage.

Jay - Christian ☆ Austin - Luchasaurus ☆ Danielle - Willow Nightingale

YN's POV:

I was standing in the back, watching Jack's match against Austin. I never thought that these two would ever have a match against one another, but that all changed when Jay decided he didn't want to be Jack's mentor anymore.

Didn't want to be his friend anymore. I knew deep down inside that Jay didn't like all the attention that Jack gets and was riding his coat tails, trying to stay relevant in this industry.

I did mention this once or twice to Jack, hoping he would wake up and see what I saw, but Jack being Jack couldn't see it.

Or wouldn't see it.

Jay and him got extremely close after his Dad passed away. Jay was the one who pulled stopped Jack from going to a dark place.

Jack thought about quiting wrestling. Thought about leaving the public eye and just going home, no matter what I or anyone said to him.

But Jay stopped by day after day and spent time with Jack. At first I thought it was great. Jack is getting to spend time with someone who he considers his friend, but I started to see how Jay truly was.

He always over talked Jack during interviews. Always had to walk out first, let the fans see him before they saw Jack and Austin.

He made sure that he was always next to Jack for signings and conventions. After awhile Jack noticed this too.

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After I said something of course. He looked at Jay with rose coloured glasses and the more I brought up my concerns and worries, the more Jack actually saw what Jay was doing.

So Jack finally stood up for himself and once Jay realised that Jack couldn't be pushed around anymore, he stepped away and took Austin with him.

While Jack was out recovering from an injury, we watched as Jay told everyone that he was done trying to be there for Jack and he thought that they were friends.

That he had no idea what happened between the two of them. Jack was so furious, he wanted to fly out to the next venue and confront Jay about it, but he was no where near ready for any type of physical altercation.

And then when he was, the two of them have been at it ever since. They can't even be in the same room anymore without saying something nasty to each other.

Jack usually tries to ignore him until Jay just pushes those buttons he knows he can push with Jack.

Sometimes it is about his family or sometimes it is about me. When it is about me, I literally have to hold Jack back.

But lately, Jay has sort of left Jack alone thankfully, but as the match drew to a close and Jack won, I noticed that Austin hasn't left the ring yet.

And then I heard Christian's entrance music start playing.

I sighed and hung my head as I tried to drone out the sound of his voice. He loves to hear the sound of his own voice.

I started to think about my match that just had with Danielle and how I may just bring up doing some tag team work with her.

The sound of the mic dropping brought my attention back to the screen. My mouth fell open as I watched Jay and Austin start to attack Jack.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was running past the security and down the ramp towards the ring. Danielle must of saw me and came running behind me for back up, which I thanked her for later on.

The two men jumped out of the ring and walked backwards up the ramp. Danielle and I staring them down and all Jay could do was give me a smug smile before he blew me a kiss.

I turned to Jack and rushed to his side. My heart was breaking as he was clenching his side and he was spitting up alittle bit of blood.

"Are you okay baby?" I asked him as Bryce went to get the Doc. I pushed some of his long hair away from his face and he gave me a small smile.

"Yeah but I have a feeling he bruised my ribs or soemthing." Jack went to sit up but I gently pushed him back down.

"No, wait until you get told to move baby. Don't want to mess with anything." Jack pouted but he listened until he got the all clear.

Danielle checked on Jack too and he said he was fine, that I was just worrying over nothing.

He shut up when I gave him 'the look.' The one he gets when he knows if he says one more word, he will be in deep shit.

The moment he was able to stand, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard. The fans were cheering and there were many gasps amongst the crowd. Calling out our ring names and I couldn't help but smile into the kiss when I heard that.

They didn't know we were together. We have been for almost 8 months now, but after his last relationship, Jack wanted to keep our relationship as private as possible.

They knew we were good friends and that is what we always said, but I guess the secret is out.

The moment Danielle, Jack and I were in the back, we departed from Danielle.

"You know at least the asshole didn't tell fans one thing all this time." Jack said.

"Hmm?"

"That you and I were together. I think he didn't think it would look good in his favour to even mention it."

I thought about it. "Yeah, that is the one good thing he has done for all these months."

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