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ilovepedro · 6 months

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Muñequita | javier peña x f!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2k

Summary: Javier comes home from a shit day at work, and puts your free use agreement to work.

Warnings: free use, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), doggy style, papi (daddy) kink, dom!Javi, dom/sub dynamic, spanking, degradation, praise kink, creampie, fluff, after care, reader is female, reader has hair Javier can pull but no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: i cranked this out in like an hour. this literally came out of nowhere, i've just been thinking about Javi a lot. like honest to god this is just the result of me watching too many Javi edits on tiktok and a severe case of Javi P brain rot :P hope y'all enjoy! not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Divider by @saradika

Sighing as he unlocks the door to your home, he loosens the tie around his neck and tosses his keys onto the counter. He toes off his shoes and kicks them to where yours lay in the foyer. The sound of music and the smell of something cooking catches his attention, pulling him into the kitchen.

The frustration from today dissipates ever so slightly at the sight of you at the counter, preparing dinner. He trudges to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a kiss on your neck, eliciting a startled yelp from you.

“Javi! I didn’t even hear you come in, you scared me!” You yell, setting the knife down and turning around in his embrace. He sighs and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Rough day?” You ask, twirling the curls at the nape of his neck. He silently responds with a nod as he peppers kisses to the column of your throat.

Javier isn’t typically one for talking about what’s bothering him. Letting him open up to you at his own pace, you two have an agreement: he can fuck you whenever and however he likes after a hard day.

A moan threatens to spill over your lips as he sucks on the spot just above your collarbone. “What can I do to help, papi?” Asking teasingly as you feign innocence, batting your lashes at him.

He snarls at your words, gripping your hair and drawing you into him. “I think you already know the answer to that, bebita.” He sinks to his knees, hands roaming to the hem of your dress. Your scent intoxicating as he leans in to hike your dress up over your stomach and bunching it up over his head. He groans as he takes in the sight of your bare cunt.

“No panties, baby? Did you know I was gonna come home pissed off huh? Make sure my meeting went to shit so you’d get fucked like a little slut?” You whimper at his words as you shake your head.

“No, Javi, I swe-,”

You’re cut off with a light smack to your thigh, moaning at the dull sting. “Uh uh. What’s my name, bebita?” Javier growls. “P-papi,” you whimper. “That’s right,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound.

“Look at her, bebita. She’s drooling for me. All from being called a slut?” He rasps against your thighs, his prickly mustache scratching them as he litters kisses along them. Javier doesn’t miss the way your thighs squeeze together, noticeably clenching around nothing.

A soft bite pulls you from your trance, gasping as he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your thigh. “Yes, papi. Wanted to give you something nice to come home to,” you moan, locking eyes with him as his hands roam up to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“My sweet bebita walking around here with no panties on like a good little slut. You go out in public like this or just here, waiting for papi to get home?”

“Only here, only for you, papi,” you pant, your neediness increasing by the second. Your words elicit a growl from him.

He dives in with no warning, your head swims at the sensation of his tongue on your dripping core. “Oh fuck, papi!” He hums as he laps at your juices, licking a broad stripe up your folds, parting your lips with his tongue. Endless moans stream from your lips as a new wave of slick seeps from your cunt and into his mouth.

He groans at the taste of you, his cock twitching in his suit. “F-feels so, s-so good, papi,” you whine as you toss your head back. The smell of something burning piques your interest, turning your head to the side. The pan you’d left on the stove sends smoke into the air, completely forgotten in the midst of everything. You gently tap Javier’s shoulder. “Papi, d-dinner,” you stutter through your moans as Javier curls his lips around your clit.

Grunting at your words, Javier turns it into a race - betting he can make you cum before the smoke detector sets off. Eager to win, he shoves two thick fingers into your dripping pussy. Your eyes fly open, inhaling a sharp gasp at the unexpected intrusion.

The sting from the stretch is welcomed and so utterly delicious, you clench around them as he relentlessly suckles on your swollen, puffy clit. “Ja- Papi, wait, gotta - hah - gotta turn off the stove,” you whine. He doesn’t relent, in fact, his pace picks up as he laps at your core. His long, thick fingers ruthlessly hitting your g-spot as he fucks them and in and out of you. The smoke permeates the air, your head swirling as your orgasm approaches.

He groans as he feels you clench around his fingers. The vibrations of it sending you crashing into your orgasm.

“Papi!” You scream, seizing up under his hold as you uncontrollably convulse, bucking your hips up into his mouth. Moaning as he drinks up every last drop of your slick. He pulls back, the skirt of your dress slightly falling.

Without moving from his spot, he keeps one hand on your thigh while reaching for the knob on the stove, turning it off before the smoke detector can beep. The smoke slowly dissipates through the open windows as he turns his attention back to you.

A bead of sweat drips from your brow from the combination of the heat and your orgasm. He lets the hem of your dress fall back into place and rises to his feet. His lips crash onto yours. His mustache damp as his chin glistens with your slick, smearing it onto yours. The kiss ravenous and heady, you moan into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“Bedroom, now,” he rasps, grabbing your hand and hurriedly leading you to your shared room.

He nearly throws you across the room as he flings you onto the bed, shucking his suit jacket off in the process.

Drawing him in by the tie, you suck his bottom lip into yours as you fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. He fiddles with his belt as you slip off his shirt, tugging his curls in your hands - deepening the kiss.

He helps you tear the dress from your body, your lips still connected. Swiftly unhooking your bra and tossing it on the floor, he growls at the sight of you laid out, stark naked on the bed for him.

You coyly spread your legs, your cunt still wet and sticky from earlier. Flames burning in your core as he removes his briefs. His angry, red cock throbbing as his seed spills over the tip as his eyes blow wide with lust.

He pumps himself in his first, lathering his length in his precum. “Turn around bebita. All fours,” he demands.

You quickly follow his instructions, eager to be stuffed full of him. Propping yourself up on all fours, teasingly arching your back as you wiggle your ass. A sharp smack comes crashing down onto your ass, a loud moan escaping you.

He snarls at your teasing. The bed dips behind you, as Javier settles in behind you. Gripping your hair, he yanks you flushed against his chest. “You gonna be a good girl, baby? Or are we gonna have a repeat of last time?”

The delicious memory of him restraining you to the bed, edging you for hours replays in your head.

Despite how appetizing that sounds, your neediness overpowers your decision making as you’re desperate for him to fuck you.

“Yes, papi, I’m gonna be good, I promise,” you keen as he nips at your ear lobe. “Good girl,” he whispers in your ear, tossing you back onto the mattress.

His girthy, long cock drags along your ass and teasingly prods at your aching pussy. Anticipation bubbles in your tummy as he lines up his length with your entrance. He enters you in one, slow motion, drawn out moans from both of you filling the air along with the squelch of your pussy.

Filling you to the hilt, you pant as he languidly pulls out of you before ramming back into you. You duck your head into the mattress, muffling your moans.

“Uh uh, don’t do that. Look into the mirror and let me hear you, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make for papi,” he says as he slowly begins fucking you.

Turning your head to the side, you catch a glimpse of you two in the mirror. A particularly loud moan escapes you at the sight of him buried in you while he fucks into your sopping cunt, stroking your g-spot. The familiar mouthwatering sting of his cock causes tears to blur your vision.

“M-more, papi, more! Please!” You beg, needing more than the slow pace he’s going at. Suddenly, he’s ramming into you fast and hard, grunting with every thrust against your cervix as your cries fill the air.

“That hard enough for you? You like getting fucked like a slut, baby? Como una muñequita, like my little doll?” His hips snapping into yours, his balls slapping your clit with each thrust.

“Yes, papi, yes! Your little doll to use whenever you want, do anything you want with, papi!” You cry out on a choked sob, tears of pleasure streaming from your eyes. A tug of your hair elicits a high-pitched moan from you.

“I’m the luckiest man, bebita. Coming home to my girl cooking for me and letting me fuck her whenever I want, however I want. So fucking good for me, baby. So. Fucking. Good,” he moans loudly, his hips punctuating his words.

“Only for you, papi," you breathlessly whine.

“That’s right, baby. Only for me. Cum for me, bebita. Wanna see you cum on my cock. Look in the mirror and look how pretty you are when you cum all over my cock, baby. Be a good girl for papi and cum, bebita,” he babbles.

You shift your gaze to the mirror again and the sight of him fucking you along with his words launch you into your climax, screaming as he grips your hips harder.

“Fill me up, papi. Stuff me full of your cum. Want it so bad, need your cum, papi, please,” you sob through your release.

Thrusts growing sloppy as he fucks you through your high.

"Fuck!" He grunts as he coats your walls with his warm load, dribbling out of you and smearing between your thighs and onto your cunt.

Toppling over you, he remains inside as he rests his weight on top of you. Pants and the smell of sex linger in the air as he softens inside of you. He grunts as he pulls out, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder before padding into the bathroom.

Your limbs feel like jelly as you lay there, pliable and fucked out. Javier returns with a damp washcloth and kneels down to gently clean in between your legs, eliciting a soft hum from you.

He carefully flips you onto your back, delicately swiping at your mound, causing you to hiss at the contact - still sensitive from your back-to-back orgasms.

“Lo siento, bebita,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss on your hip. “Estás bien, papi,” you softly tell him as you run your fingers through his hair. He goes to toss the washcloth into the laundry basket before coming to saddle beside you in bed.

Scooping you up in his embrace, he places a loving kiss on your forehead.

“I meant it, bebita,” his words making you perk up, your brows furrowed as you lock eyes with him, confused as to what he means.

“I’m the luckiest man and I don’t thank you enough, so… thank you, baby. I love you,” he rasps as he gazes into your twinkling eyes. Your features soften at his words, a small smile splaying onto your lips.

“No need to thank me, baby. I’m happy to do anything for you. I love you, Javi,” you whisper, cupping his face and drawing him in for a leisure kiss.

Your lips stay melded to one another’s for a moment until the sound of Javier’s growling stomach interrupts you two. You break the kiss as you burst into a fit of giggles.

“What?!” Javier asks, a smirk playing at his lips at the sound of your laughter. “I knew I should’ve stopped you when we almost burned dinner!” You laugh, playfully swatting his chest. A chuckle rumbles from within him, you lightly bounce on his chest as he laughs.

“We can order something, I know you’re tired, bebita. Don’t worry about it, okay?” He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.

“Okay.”

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#javier peña narcos #javi peña #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x female reader #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña one shot #javier peña smut #narcos

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blitheringbongus · 1 month

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Excuse me! I know you drew it a while ago, but I was curious, the human mumbo you drew, is this him pre transition? :D if so, even if he's still a nervous wreck, he looks much more confident nowadays than he does there :]

Hi!! Hello!!

Yes, my human design of him is pre his transition, also there was another ask which asked for more information on my AU for him but I think I accidentally deleted it so I’m just gonna combine the two

He was a ‚housewife‘ in the late 1800s (I did zero research on clothing and stuff for that time so not everything’s accurate), who had a husband and daughter.

His husband knew of him being trans, and he supported it fully, drawing a mustache on his face and letting him wear his clothes and everything.

Sadly Mumbo didn’t have the courage to go out like this in public in fear of being found out.

His husband was a painter, he owned an art studio and mostly painted oil paintings of landscapes and portraits, he was overall very bubbly and sweet.

Their child’s name was Eliza, she was quite the chaotic and messy type of child but overall lovable. She grew up to be an art teacher :] (cheesy, I know)

As for Mumbo himself, he spent his day, of course, doing ‚housewife‘ stuff, but he also loved to experiment taking pictures with his camera as well as do overall experiments with mechanical stuff, such as build small trinkets like a walking duckling.

Mumbo outlived both of them

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lvrhughes · 2 months

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Slut! | A. Xhekaj

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pairing: Arber Xhekaj x fem!reader

summary: After meeting Arber by accident you experience the hate that follows.

warnings: online hate?

word count: 2.4k

not my gif!

“Excuse me, where are we?” The question seemed absurd, it was obvious you were in the Centre Bell, but where in the Centre Bell you had no idea.

“Oh this is the VIP lounge, where are you supposed to be?” The woman was nice enough, but the rest of her words faded to silence when you caught his eye.

He stood tall, his hair laid back in perfect, his suit fitting perfectly around his body with a drink in his hand. His eyes stared at you, holding your gaze until you couldn’t, looking down to avoid.

“Oh I’m just trying to find my way out.” You smiled, turning your attention back to the lady.

“Oh well,” She spoke the way to the nearest exit but your eyes fell to his again.

Watching the way he pressed his hand to his shorter friend's chest, forcing him to take the drink he held, the way he began to walk over and the way your knees weakened the closer he got.

“Thank you for helping this gorgeous lady, Mary, but I’ll take her from here.” He spoke, his voice was like honey, slipping its way to engrave itself in your mind forever.

The lady, Mary as you learned, nodded, shaking his hand before leaving. Leaving you and the tall man alone in the corner near the door, a fast escape if you needed.

“I’m Arber.” He spoke, reaching his hand out for yours.

You spoke softly, telling him your name in a quiet voice while you fulfilled his action. His hand was warm, firm, and simply large. His movements were quick, yet precise, bringing your hand to his lips before pressing a kiss to the top of your hand.

Warmth flooded your body, his eyes holding contact with yours as he moved away, standing tall again.

“What’re you doing here, looking awfully lost?” His voice was like a drug, filling your mind with a haze that left you gasping for breath.

“I, um, got lost, I was supposed to be leaving but took a wrong turn.” Your mind was foggy as you tried to answer, tripping over words as you tried to hold his gaze.

“I can tell,” He paused, thinking over his next words as his fingers ran over your hip, only now noticing how close he was. “Do I make you nervous?”

You froze, your eyes stayed staring in his as a smile grew on his face. A soft chuckle escaping his lips at the sight, the way your lips had parted in surprise at his question.

“I’ll take your reaction as a yes.” His words were quiet, his hands reaching around your waist to pull your body flush against his.

“What’re you doing?” Your voice came out shaky, staring up at the hair that had fallen in his face.

“Trying to get a pretty girl to go out with me.” He grinned, his grip on your waist tightening. “Do you think she will?” The sly smile on his face was enough for your knees to give out, watching his head cock as he spoke.

His arms seemed the be the only thing keeping you standing, you were putty in his hands and he knew it. He knew it when he softly rubbed his thumb over your hip, brushing you skin, and all you could do was release a shaky breath.

“I think she would.” The reply came delayed, speaking when your mind had become clear enough to form a word, Arber’s fingers still drawing invisible shapes on your hip.

“Yeah?” He had a stubble smirk covering his face, his eyes filled with a playful manner.

“Yeah I think she’d love to.” His face lit up, a wide smiling covering his face before he laughed, grabbing your body again and spinning.

Listening to your laughter as he spun, the sound filling his mind with a haze, placing your feet on the ground softly to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

The scratch of his mustache pulling you back to reality, your hands threading through his hair, feeling the smile grow on his face as you did. Tugging on the ends of his hair, feeling the vibrations of his groan running through your body, he moved quick to pull back. His eyes matching yours, holding your gaze before lunging forward.

Pushing his lips against his, letting your body melt against his. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping your body flush against his, while your hands ran through his hair again.

“Coming home with me?” He spoke against your lips, quiet enough no one else would hear.

“Do you want me to?”

“More than anything.”

And you did, following him when he left to say goodbye, letting him introduce you to his friends, following him to his car. Waiting while he opened the passenger door, letting you sit before buckling your seatbelt before running over to the driver's side.

He drove slow, his hand resting on your thigh the entire drive, occasionally running up and down. Until he slowed, turning into his driveway and repeating his process.

Running over to your side to open your door, leading you inside and to his room. The clock in the kitchen grabbing your attention, flashing the time of twelve am.

“Let’s go to bed, hmm?” He hummed, his hands on your waist to continue leading you as you stopped to stare. You nodded, letting his steps control yours, letting his body lead you into his room.

“Do you want other clothes?” His voice was soft, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, listening to you whisper a ‘please’.

He moved quickly, leaving you standing in the middle of his space. His room was clean, everything held its place, allowing you to survey the space as he dug through his closet. Grabbing a t-shirt that was covered in the Canadiens logo and boxers, passing them to you before speaking.

“I’ll wait in the hall, call me when you’re done.” He whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek before disappearing. You were quick to get changed, piling your current outfit folded in a corner, then opening the door to Arber. He stood leaned against his wall, standing quickly to walk in, his hands going to hold you against him as he led you to fall onto his bed.

“Let me take the suit off and I’ll join you, okay baby?” the pet name would've caused your knees to give out, suddenly thankful for the bed you sat on. You nodded, shifting to sit against his headboard as he left.

He returned quickly, adorn in sweatpants and a Canadiens hoodie, sliding in beside you, pulling your body to his before pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.

To say it was the best sleep you’d had in a while, would be perfectly accurate maybe even less, maybe it was the best sleep ever. His grasp kept you close the entire night, the morning his arm around your waist locking you against him.

Staring at the defenceman when you woke, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. His tousled hair covered the pillow, his face covered in a look of peace.

“I can feel you staring.” His voice was rough, filled with sleep, as he opened his eyes. His stare urging you to hide you face in the crook of his neck, hiding from his burning eyes. “Don’t hide, baby, let me see your pretty face.” He urged, moving so he could pull you away.

His gaze met yours quickly, waiting for your composure to break before pressing a kiss to your lips, letting you melt against him again.

“I’ll go get us some food.” He mumbled, kissing your lips once more before moving, leaving the room to get what he offered.

Reaching for your phone, opening it to thousands of notifications. Messages from your friends, messages from strangers who had found your account, all leading back to one thing. Photos of you and Arber last night.

Posted all over twitter, instagram, facebook. You name it, it was posted there. Opening twitter first, seemingly the worst idea, to see all the comments.

Thousands upon thousands of comments, all directed towards you, all criticizing you. Arber would never have to pay this price, he would never be the one to be called crude names, he’d never be the one to experience this army of teenage girls who couldn’t handle their little fantasy with him had been crushed.

What were you to do though? If you spoke it’d be worse, if you didn’t it could lessen or worsen. It was left to fate. Clearing the notifications, throwing your phone back onto his nightstand to find your way to Arber’s kitchen.

“Hey baby.” He spoke, not turning from his stove as you entered, hearing you wander through his house attempting to find him.

“Hi Arbs.” You answered, walking towards him to wrap your arms around his torso.

He turned to face, wrapping his arms around you before pressing a kiss against the top of your head. His body leaned against the counter next to his stove, the pan of food he was making placed on the furthest burner while his attention was on you.

“What about dinner tonight?” He spoke slow, his hands running up and down your back, waiting for your response.

“I’d love to.” He smiled at the answer, placing a chaste kiss to your lips before lifting you.

Spinning around again, smiling at the sound of your laughter. Spinning until he got dizzy, unsteadily placing you on the ground before cupping the sides of your face and kissing you.

“I’ll bring you home and pick you up at 6?” He asked, his words muffled against your lips but you nodded, pressing into him more and threading your hands into his hair.

“Baby, you gotta stop before I take you back to my room.” He groaned, your fingers tugging on the ends of his hair, making you laugh. “Let’s get you home so I can take you out again.” He grinned, his hands holding your hips as he led you towards his door.

“Wait! My clothes!” You quickly ran off, back to his room, grabbing your clothes before running back to him.

He let out a chuckle, grabbing your hand again to lead you to his car. Opening your door for you again before he ran to his, just like before. It wasn’t a long drive to yours, giving him your address for him to reach. Kissing you goodbye and promising he’d be back in a few hours, leaving you to spend your time readying yourself.

The clock in your room shone at 3:47, giving good time to get ready, leaving your phone on the charger while you ran through the process. The clock shone 5:56 by the time everything was done, giving just enough time for you to check your phone once more.

More headlines of Arber being seen with a ‘mysterious girl’ filled your screen. Comments filled with attacking words laid underneath, a few comments defending you stood out. The handful of nice comments warmed your heart, you knew this date would raise more hate though, that you knew.

But if I’m all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once.

He was there, right at six like he promised, greeting you with a bouquet of flowers. His movements froze at the door, a gasp slipping past his lips as he stared in awe before shyly passing you the flowers. He was quick to follow you back inside when you went to find a vase, finding the closest thing that would hold them temporarily. He watched you place them in water, ensuring they’d be okay for a few hours, before speaking.

“Ready to go, baby?”

You nodded before grabbing his hand and followed him, letting him run in front to open your door like always, letting him buckle your seatbelt again. The drive was short and the location was crowded, filled with lines leading outside, nerves ate at your skin.

“Arbs, are you sure?” The look of fear in your eyes had him willing to turn around and drive to McDonald’s if you wanted, but he spoke to calm you.

“I’m sure, we’ll go in through the back. I've already got the reservation.” He smile, his hand rubbing circles on your thigh to calm you.

You nodded, watching him quickly run around the car to open your door, taking your hand and leading you to the back.

“Hi, I’ve got a reservation.” He spoke so calm with so much confidence, it was addicting to listen to. Hearing him tell the waiters all they asked, feeling his hand on the small of your back leading you into the restaurant.

The table had a perfect view, having a table on the roof, seeing the lights of the city surrounding. Arber’s hand staying in yours, arms reached across the table so he could keep his grasp.

“You know, this is going to gather a lot of attention, Arbs.” You spoke softly, staring at the view behind him. His eyebrows raised, staring at you until you took his contact.

“What’re you talking about?”

“You on a date with the same ‘mysterious woman’ as last night, they’ll think we’re dating.” You grinned, watching the realization hit him, the smile growing on his face.

“Is that so bad?”

“Not at all.”

It was no surprise when later in the night the flash of a camera caught yours attention, pulling you away from looking at him, glancing at where the flash came from.

“‘M sorry baby, you don’t deserve this.” He spoke quietly, as if he feared someone hearing him, pulling your seat next to his to wrap his arms around you.

“S’okay Arbs, promise.”

“Did you get any hate?” You knew he’d ask, yet you were hoping he wouldn’t. Your pause before answering made it clear, his face dropping at the realization. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve any of it. We’ll handle this together now, hmm?”

You nodded, leaning further into his side. You could hear the clicks of the camera, you could feel the stares from around.

“They’re staring.” Arber whispered, direction your attention towards him.

“If I’m all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us.”

The words were met with a grin, his grip instantly pulling you closer to kiss you, letting your body melt against his.

And if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once

And if I’m gonna be drunk, might as well be drunk in love.

#mads writings!#arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj imagine #montreal canadiens #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot

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andiv3r · 6 months

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The absolute craziest and most strangely gender affirming shit happened to me at lunch today, therefore I must share with all of my Tumblr mutuals and the randos who see this. Read more if you want. T

he TL;DR is that some people at lunch were trying to figure out my gender, ⅘ of them recognized I was a guy but one of them was being stubborn and it ended up with lots of really affirming statements about my appearance being made in passing as they tried to explain to the 1 person who thought I was a girl why I did not look like a girl at all and she was wrong.

So, I draw at lunch. It's the only time during the day I get to draw without my teachers getting irritated. Today at lunch, I sat next to a group of 5 girls, none of whom I've met before, who were talking about... something. And then one of them turned over to see what I was drawing and whispered to a friend, "woah, look what he's drawing!"

Okay. Cool. First time in a while I've been correctly gendered without having to specifically request it. Then the girl she whispered to said quietly, "erm... wait, I think that's a girl." Oh, well shit. Guess they're all probably gonna start commenting on me and decide that I'm not a guy, right?

Wrong.

All four other girls just turned to her and went, "What... what? What do you mean? He doesn't even remotely look like a girl!" Just totally bashing her statement, it was awesome.

Then she said, "But... it (yes, she referred to me as "it" the whole time, but I'm good with it/its so that was just sort of amusing) looks like it has... y'know." And gestured to her chest (at this point I'm not sure how the fuck they didn't realize I was listening in, or if they did they obviously didn't give a shit, because I looked straight at her). And the entire rest of the table was just like "Okay?? Hes chubby what about it?"

Finally, trying to settle it I guess, one of the girls turned to me and asked what my name was, and I said Andy (which is the name I use to introduce myself with most of the time, Andiver is a bit hard to explain), and she turned to the one who thought I was a girl and said, "See? Andy. He's a boy. Told you."

The girl snorted and said, "Uh, that can be a girl name. I still think it's a girl."

And finally, one girl turned to me and said, "Hey, you're not a girl, right?" And I frowned and, in the deepest voice I could muster (pretty deep, sounded really masc & im proud) said "No??" Like that was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard, and she whipped back around to her friend and said, "See, I told you! I mean just look at him, he's got sideburns and a mustache!" And I almost melted on the spot, because I didn't even realize that my facial hair was really noticeable but I'm so fucking happy it is. And then they all asked to see my drawing (an aziracrow sketch I'll show when I finish a lil more of it) and they liked it. And that was just. So silly. Loved that.

#andiv3r rambles #about the experience he had at lunch today #and about #gender euphoria #transgender #transmasc #trans guy

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futurewriter2000 · 9 months

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Warm Enough

A/N: Spent all day writing this with some distractions in between but I love it! LOVE IT! I still got it.

REQUEST: Post!Azkaban Sirius is really burned out with Grimmauld Place but he absolutely refuses to go outside in the snow no matter how many jackets he has on bc the cold reminds him of the dementors in Azkaban and reader helps him work through it.

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

He slept... and slept... and slept...

The curtains were covering the little light that was trying to make way to that darkened room- the room that never changed, not one thing was moved since he left it. His desk was covered in papers from his Hogwarts days, some awful written essays about potions for Professor Slughorn and there were drawings of werewolves, vampires, ghouls and charicature of Remus and Peter from their boy ages. Peter had overly large eyes and thick glasses stuck on him, mustache and some pimples, meanwhile Remus had large ears, awfully crooked nose and half missing teeth. It was funny back then because James and Sirius both drew that together during Arithmancy class. James had a talent for drawing, everybody that knew him knew that and Sirius, growing up by his side, managed to pick that up as well. Never good as James... in anything... James was always better. So why was it that it had to be James the one that was murdered and not him. Sirius would give anything to have switched places. James would handle all of this so much better than he did.

Sirius’ sides were hurting from laying in the bed but it was as if the gravity was pulling him into the matress. His pillow felt uncomfortable though and so did every position he tried to fall back asleep. He hasn’t looked much around his room since he came back. He hasn’t noticed the past, whteher that was a conscious decision or sub-conscious. All he ever saw was his bed that always seemed to pull him into slumber. Why he woke up? The dreams started to turn into nightmares. Memories would hunt him, sometimes good memories from his boy days and sometimes memories from his 20′s- those he would suppose to enjoy the most. He didn’t. He spent it in the cold and darkness, that was why the bed was so inviting. It was warm, so warm and comforting.

He heard a knock on the door and a head peered through. He lifted his head a bit, only to see the shape or the little sign to know who it was.

“May I come in?” said the voice.

He wailed quietly and shuffled himself amont the silk sheets. Maybe he did despise his family but at least they bought silk.

“I will take that as a yes.” the person shuffled in the room and closed the door. “Blimey, Sirius. What are you- a vampire?” the curtains broke open and there was more light in the room, shining over every piece of furniture that hid in the dark for all these years. The person opened the door widely and the freezing, sharp cold burst in against the skin, causing the reaction of goosebumps.

“I’d like to sleep.”

“It’s three pm.”

“I’ll get up at four.” he shuffled his head in the sheets as the cold reached his nose far too quick.”

He could feel the infamous glare- the one only you could make to make him quirk a smile. You crossed your arms over and smirked.

“So this is your room.” you let go of the hold and let your hands roam free over the furniture. “It does match your personality quite well- OH! A pony bike!” you laughed and made your way to it. Blue and a bit dusty but it would still probably work if you tried it.

He peeked through the sheets and started to watch you wander.

For some odd reason, you wore pink shirt and a black trainer. He’s not used to you wearing such light colours, especially pink. You were more of a moddy, dark teenager as he remembered, just like most of them were. Your figure was womanly, curves in all the right places and your hands- your whole body moved so delicatly, elegantly over his room.

You came over his desk and saw the drawings hiddent underneath the paper.

‘James’ - you thought and smiled as you saw his usual drawing style. Your smile widened at the sight of the charicatures. You didn’t want to open this theme though. Not in front of him. Not when he slept for so long in the darkness of his own home. You knew this subject always opened a wound in him- a wound that resulted in fury and revenge.

“Cannot believe you still have Slughorn’s paper.” you grabbed it and started reading it, laughing midway. “And it’s horrible.” you laughed and he rolled his eyes, laying on his back.

“Well, I despised Potions and that man was all about Snape and Lily being the best of the best of his favorite, perfect little apprentices.” he mocked and you laughed, making his way towards him.

You laid on the bed next to him, placing your arms on top of his chest as you did almost 20 years ago. The two of you never dated but you both were in the same friendgroup. Back then you found him quite childish and annoying but you’ve always cared about him. It was a bit sad there was only three of you left... four if you count the rat Peter.

He smiled at the sight. He never told you that back then but whenever you did that, drunk or not, he always felt such a rush of heat rush his body. His heart would go into a whole new world of high rollercoaster rides and Merlin, the face you made- the look you gave him with those glimmering eyes- the glimmer that never seemed to go away throughout the years. He felt himself sweat onto his perfect silk and the cold never seemed too cooling enough to bring down his tempeture.

“I miss those times sometimes.” you said, looking into his eyes as he gazed into yours.

“Yeah... I never imagined it would en up like this, you know?”

“There can still be a happy ending, you know?” you said, drawing circles on his chest but he hated that because it made him arouse and so he put his hand on top of yours to stop. “Sorry.” you said. “I forgot.” You knew he hated that, you just thought it was because he hated it in general, not the real reason behind it.

There was a moment of silence and for the longest of time, he wanted to ask you this quiestion. “Did you believe it?”

You lied down next to him, staring at the ceiling. “Believe what?”

“That I did it.”

You knew it was going to be something among those lines but you were going to answer it truthfully. “I didn’t...at first. I couldn’t- it didn’t make any sense to me. From all the years I have known you, I just couldn’t put your personality and that action together.” you paused and looked at him. The two of you were so close, in his bed and that made you not only nervous but extremely, beaucoup nervous.

“And then?” he asked, watching every facial movement you made.

“I had to... somehow believe it.” you sat up from the guilt, even though he didn’t blame you for one bit. He believed he killed them too, if he was truly honest with himself... but he wasn’t. “Somebody had to take the blame and after years, I had to point at somebody because I was still so mad that they died. Especially when I saw Harry on the news- something inside of me just exploded. I was angry because there was logic fighting with me and the need to blame somebody for it. Peter was supposed to be dead, you know? And everything led to you. So either I was going to get crazy for not believing it or I should just accept it and have peace.” you turned back to him and he was smiling a bit. Shocked, you furrowed your eyebrows and asked: “What?”

“You’re just so funny when you care what I think.” he sat up as well, feelig the pain in his legs burn from all the lying around. Yet it was too cold for him and he had to close the windows. He had to.

“You laugh but I felt so guilty when Remus told me the truth. It was the shock all over again.” you walked behind him. “I don’t understand why didn’t you just tell us the truth?”

“Would that have made any difference?” he said as he turned around from the window only to find you standing close to him... too close. “James was dead. Lily was dead and like you said- all evidence pointed to me. If nothing I was guilty of attempted murder.” he started to walk out of the room, you following.

“It would have made all the difference in the world.” you started to raise your voice a bit and he noticed that, bringing up his hot-headed temper.

“I really don’t want to talk about that, right now, (y/n).” he gritted his teeth.

“Well, not talking about it won’t make it go away.”

“I know that.” he turned towards the kitchen.”

“It would have made a difference to Harry, to Remus- to me!” you started to shout as he burst into the kitchen and you right behind him.

He opened the cupboards quite aggressively and you could see he was a bit furious.

You wanted to be furious- you did. You wanted to explode and make a whole mess about it but you knew... that wouldn’t bring you any satisfaction. It would only make chaos.

You could see it in his eyes- those angry, feisty dark grey eyes that you shouldn’t make a storm out of rain, so you took a deep breath in and put your hand on top of his. “I’m sorry.” you said softly and you could feel his hand relax, the veins on top of his slim fingers disappear back into its depths and his eyes soften.

He closed one of the cupboards and leaned onto the counter.

“I just don’t like to get reminded of my mistakes, (y/n). That’s all.” he said, looking at you through those dark curls of his that fell in front of him. “Don’t you think I know what I did? And every day I was reminded in that cell... every day of those 12 years.” he let out a pitiful laugh, turning around to lean his backside on the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. “You lot kept me alive.” he continued to smile. “And you also made me fall in the darkest corners of my soul.” his smile now faded. “I was trapped in that stupid cell, filled with rage and revenge and you were out there living your best lives- living your twenties how we talked about we would.” he sighed, trying not to look at you but you made him do it by standing in front of him. He wanted to continue but you already wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. He let go of his arm hold and wrapped his arms around your torso, sighing and nuzzling close into your neck.

“Should we go for a walk?” you whispered into his shoulder and he gently pulled away, looking down into your eyes. “To breathe- to clear your head?” you smiled but he only moved away and moved his head sideways as a no.

“I don’t really want to.” he walked towards the fridge to get some milk. “Plus everybody would recognise me.”

“I know this path in the back- it’s really nice and brings a lot of solitude. It’s quite enchanted now that it’s all covered in a white coat.”

But that didn’t convince him.

“I don’t really want the cold.” he poured the milk into a cup and put the cup into microwave.

“Why don’t you just heat it on the stove? It’s faster.” you judged immediately.

“It’s faster in the microwave.”

“It’s faster on the stove.”

“But the milk gets all burnt on the bottom.”

“You pour a bit of water on the bottom.”

“Too much work.”

“You’re too much work.” you now bickered and he laughed. “Anyways, it’s snowing and you just put the jacket on- come on.”

“No jacket would be enough to keep me warm- even if I turned into a bear- I won’t.” he stood next to the microwave, crossing his arms again and you mimicking him.

“You’ve been stuck in here for too long. Don’t be a lazy sod and go for a walk.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? Are you afraid of little snowflake?” you started to tease. “Will it wet your perfect curls? Newsflash, they’ll start to fall off soon anyway.”

“Oi! Don’t mess with receeding hairline- alright.” he started to comb his hair. “Our genes are strong.”

“Not all genes make it.”

“Oh, sod off.” he waved his hand in front of you and pulled the cup out. “You’re just jealous of it.”

“It’s overrated.” you mocked and he chuckled.

“Come on, I’m serious.” you leaned on the counter in front of him, pleading with your eyes. “It’s just a little snow. We used to love it.”

He kept his eyes on yours and he could feel his knees giving into it more than his soul did. No... that was a lie. His soul would succumb to you, especially when you acted like that.

Almost though.

“It’s not the snow that bothers me.” he mumbled and walked past you, into the living room.

Again, you followed him. “Then what is it?”

You couldn’t figure it out. Nothing really happened. James and Lily died on the end of October and nobody’s birthday was in January that you know of... so what is it.

“I just don’t like the cold.” he sat down and turned on the TV, sipping on his choco.

“It’s not even that cold. It’s barely 8 degrees. It’s not even on zero.” you rolled your eyes and sat down beside him.

“If you want to go, then go. I’m not.” he started to speak with a sharper tone.

You sat there, speechless. You really didn’t understand this man. You knew he wasn’t the same man as he was 12 years ago but there was something in Sirius that always screamed adventure. He wasn’t an introvert and he wasn’t the one that would hate to go outside. If you could find him anywhere in Hogwarts, it was definitely outside. So it made you sad to see him like this. See somebody so down... but you won’t force him to go out either. It doesn’t feel right.

“I just wanted to make you feel better.” you mumbled as you got up and left the living room.

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t because of all the tears that were gathering in your eyes. It felt such a big rush of emotions climbing up from the bottomless you threw them all these years ago. It felt like grief... but not for James and Lily and the other friends you lost in that war. It was for Sirius because that day, you lost him too and you felt so much love inside of you that you had nowhere to give. Yes, he was imprisoned for 12 years and he must have suffered the loss but did that mean that your problems, your grief, your importance was less worthy than his because your problems were smaller than his. You went through a lot after Sirius was imprisoned. The hours of questioning, the terror in those nights that followed, insomnia, anxiety attacks, tears of loss- losing one person by one- counting down the days of when this is all going to be over. He may have been imprisoned, far away from all of that- he didn’t get to see others slip away slowly and he didn’t have family that fought in those.

You wiped the tears away from your eyes and washed your hands, opening the doors widely before seeing him appear in front with an apologetic look in his eyes.

You couldn’t, however. Not when your thoughts and emotions were raging inside of you. The bells of the past rang so loudly in your head that you pushed past him and walked into your room.

He followed.

You couldn’t say anything. There was something squeezing your heart so tightly right now that you only faced away from him, towards the white snow in front of you, a window glass seperating the two of you. Tears wanted so badly to climb up but you fought them with all your might. He won’t see you cry. He just won’t.

But he knew. He knew you were upset and he knew why. You could have stayed in your apartment, enjoying your normal life, going to work, watering plants if you had any, going out with your friends, working on your hobbies... and you’re throwing all that away to spend your days with him, closed up in this house and trying to give him any feeling of normal you can. Hell, he should be even thankful that you decided to speak to him. You were always the toughest in the friend group, yet somehow the most understanding one.

“It was cold there...” he started, sitting down on your bed and watching you face him your back. “And at first I didn’t mind it. I felt like I deserved it. I felt like I killed them all.” he said. “I didn’t know what was happening outside those walls and I preffered it that way. James was dead and he was the only thing I kept thinking about. I didn’t think about Lily or Harry or anybody really. James was always so much more than my best friend and I loved him- God, I loved him... even if he was so much better than me in every possible way, I couldn’t envy him because I loved him so much. He was everything I had. His parents were gone and then he was gone and without him... I just couldn’t function properly.” he looked up at you but you didn’t move, he could only see your reflection in the mirror, looking back at him. “And at first, the revenge, the fury inside of me was keeping me warm so the cold didn’t really matter but when that faded away, I could feel my toes freeze up. I walked up and down the cell, every day. Eight thousand steps every day... a few jumping jacks to get my blood pumping if I had any energy inside me left but it only lasted around 20 minutes. Then cold hit... again.” he said and suddenly, he could feel you sit beside him and the way your cherry blossom lotion made its way into his nostrils.

He didn’t dare to look at you. Not now when he was so vulnerable. The only thing he could do was look at your hand and wanting its warm touch to give him comfort as it always did... but it didn’t. It was just there... in his vision... so far away. Touch his arm, his thigh, his hair... anything- he wants it so badly when all his emotions are in chaos.

He looked away, gathering his thoughts. “I could deal with Dementors for a while as well but that didn’t last either. There were some days, months even, especially in the winter when the food was hard, tasteless and... well, cold... not much of it either. I started to lose my energy to do those walks or jumping jacks or to move a muscle. I laid there on that bed and tried to warm myself with all the clothes and blankets I could muster. I was weak and Dementors... it’s like they smell you and he came and I was sleeping when I felt it. I was so confused and-and-” he lost his train of thoughts as his eyes moved left and right on the ground as if he still couldn’t believe he let himself get caught like that.

Then there it was. That warmth, right between his lats, down his spine to his toes and up to his arms. It was like a relief and he could finally look at you, looking back at him with tear-filled eyes and a comforting smile- the one that he adored so much. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” you said and he smiled, tears dripping down as he grabbed your face between his palm and leaned his forehead on yours.

“Oh, no!” he smiled so brightly and looking at you. “I want to tell you what I did next.” he said and put your hands into his, kissing the top of it and making you smile. “When you want a Dementor to leave you alone, you had to think of your happy memories and if I tried to think of James, I could only think of the grief and the pain his death left on me. And I thought so hard to think of something happy and I thought of you.” he leaned his chin on top of your hands and watched you with a smile, eyes gilstening from all the tears that continued to fall. He was in too deep now. “Whenever you walked into the room it was always lighter, wasn’t it? Everybody loved you and the way you bickered with James- it was the most funniest thing in the world. He simply adored you though- everybody did because you were this light in everybody’s lives. People came to you like magnets and you sort of ran away from them sometimes.” he laughed and you laughed with him.

“It was a gift I didn’t really like.”

“But you accepted them anyway.” he continued. “And besides James, you were the only one that could make me say things out loud- whenever I had any girl problems or army- I could tell you the most random things I thought in the middle of the day because you were so easy to talk to- so accepting of everybody and everything but you still had your boundaries. You were the one people came to when they needed something because no matter what, you had it and you didn’t judge us for it. And I remembered that day we got wasted with Remus in our room and you would lay down on me like you do, look at me with your eyes and I would just fall in love all over again with you- every time. That day and the day you looked at me in your black skirt and white shirt underneath the blazer. And another day when you would just lay your head on my shoulder and I would tell you to sod off but when you did it, it was the best thing.” you laughed a bit because you knew it was true. You liked to flirt with all the boys in the friend group but it was always innocent, except with Sirius because he was the one that was always single and the two of you would always mess around. You knew the two of you liked each other but it never felt right at the time.

“You fancied me.” you gooed at him and he smiled.

“I still do.” he brought your hands closer to his chest. “Back then it really felt like a casual fancy but the dementor left and I could find myself on the ground smiling at the memory of you- then it hit me. I need to know what happened to you and there was nobody there to tell me what- so I stayed hopeful that please, not you. And it was a horrible thought to have but I prayed and I wished that if I ever get out of here, you would still be alive.”

“And I am.” you smiled.

“You are. It was one of the first things I checked before I ran for Harry.” he laughed, thinking back. “You were out with a friend and laughing so much with her- and she was quite funny.”

“You stalker.” you fooled around and he laughed.

“I was for a bit but I couldn’t face you back then... and I couldn’t face cold again because I spend 12 years in that tempeture, shivering and surviving- felt as if it was the second version of Hell nobody mentioned before... and every winter since I just... I can’t face it.”

You watched his head fall back down and you knew you had to understand him... but you also understood fear and fear was not real.

“You’re not there anymore.” you said. “You’re here and if you continue to think that this cold is the same cold as it was in Azkaban, then you are still stuck there.” you continued as he watched. “And I’m here... not Dementors or any other prisoner- me.” it was your turn to place your palms underneath hsi jaw and scrunch your nose. “And my torture is different. I can bring you out and shove your face into the snow just like I did every time.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, James shoved your face into the snow.”

“That’s debatable. It has been a long time, your memory must be foggy.”

“I think I can remember (y/n) the Snowman.”

“Turning mean now, aren’t we?”

He only laughed.

“And you know what... if you get cold I’ll be right there to bring you back into your warm home.”

He smiled, seeing so much of you in this entire moment that the two of you shared and it clicked, just like it clicked all these years before... “I think you are my warm home.”

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius black imagines #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders era #maruaders imagine #marauders imagines #james potter #remus lupin

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gretagerwigsmuse · 2 years

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rooster jealousy fic 🥵🥵🥵

I want all of them

this probably isn’t what you imagined BUT it takes place in an eventual universe where bradley and smart aleck have kids. and yes in my dreams bradley goes as ted lasso for his first halloween with smart aleck and it kinda evolves into peewee soccer coach bradley bradshaw when they have kids since his girl digs it so much (it’s the fucking mustache i stg) - enjoy???

ask prompt

"Did you see that? You saw that, right?"

Bradley sputtered, frantically pointing across the soccer field to where you were chatting with Max's dad, Zach.

Fucking Zach. Bradley hated Zach. And his stupid crisp button downs and his smarmy face and his shiny loafers and his ridiculous fucking Shelby Cobra that was in no way safe for a child to ride in, unlike Bradley's family-friendly Land Rover. Plus, his son, Max, was a biter.

But more importantly, Bradley hated the way Zach got so close to you to talk about emerging markets or stock options or some shit like that. Fucking prick.

Beside him, Gil frowned. "See what? Mommy?"

"Yes, mommy," he sassed the five year old, not taking his eyes off you from behind his aviators. Wait, was he - no, he did not just put his hand on -

"- TWEEEEEEEEEET," Bradley blew the whistle hanging around his neck, causing his small battalion of five year olds to immediately freeze where they were aimlessly running on the field. If it also caused Zach to retreat his hand from where it was about to touch your arm then that was just a happy coincidence.

"Alright," Coach Bradshaw clapped his hands together a couple times, rounding up the troops, "good job today everyone - especially you, Maddie S, that flower crown looks dynamite on you, wanna see that energy on Saturday for our game against the Yellow Frogs, alright?"

Maddie S preened under the praise, while the rest of the kids nodded seriously. "We gotta keep that defense tight - that means no getting distracted by Jacob R, okay Emily? Yeah, heard about you at nap time the other day, little grabby for kindergarten, I think? That being said, I think Mrs. Armstrong brought orange slices and apple juice if you all want to head over for your snack - "

They dispersed without another word, except Gil, who was drawing what Bradley thought was a - dinosaur? a dog? he didn't really know - on his play whiteboard. He hazarded a glance across the field to see that you still were talking to Zach. God, your ass looked fucking perfect in your work skirt. How the hell you weren't sinking into the grass with those heels of yours?

"Hey, buddy?" Gil looked up. "Why don't we pack up all this stuff and go get mommy? Think she's talking to Max's dad..."

Gil made a face. “I don’t like Max -”

“- Well, I don’t like his dad,” Bradley muttered, hoping Gil didn’t hear, but the little boy giggled.

The two Bradshaw men made quick work of picking up all the cones and practice pinnies and tossing them into a mesh bag along with the five or so soccer balls. Gil tried to carry the bag, but ended up dragging it, so Bradley picked it and Gil up and made his way across the field to you. The kid was too old to be picked up, but it made getting over to you quicker - Gil had short legs.

While Bradley and Gil had been cleaning up, Emily K’s dad, Adam, had joined Zach’s little tete-a-tete with you. Of course, none of them had their kids with them. Fucking typical. Emily was probably aimlessly walking around with orange juice dripping on her cleats. Bradley scowled as he approached the group, while Zach tossed him a quick wave.

“Hey, Brad.” Bradley fucking hated being called Brad.

“Hmmm, hi.”

You turned around at the sound of his voice and a huge smile lit up your face once you saw Bradley and Gil.

“Mommy!" Gil squirmed in Bradley’s arms until he put him down, wanting to be let go.

“Hey, little man!” You ran your hands through Gil’s hair as he latched onto your legs in a hug. Suddenly, Bradley was jealous of his five year old and he gave you a longer than probably appropriate for six o’clock on a Tuesday kiss.

“Did you see me? I scored a goal!” Gil exclaimed, dancing on the spot.

You shot a quick glance over towards Bradley to double check. He nodded slightly, knowing you hadn’t seen that part of practice - and not because Zach and Adam had been monopolizing your time.

“Of course, I did! Amazing, as always, did daddy teach you that?” Gil giggled and then burrowed his face in the hem of your skirt when he realized there were two other men standing there.

Bradley took a step back towards you, resting his hand on the small of your back. You leaned into him and gave him a quick smile. “Zach was just talking about setting up a playdate with Gil next week - and then Adam thought maybe Emily could come over, too?”

Absolutely fucking not. The ink on Zach’s divorce papers was barely dry and Adam was - well, Adam wasn’t too bad and he probably had just wanted to see if Emily could have a playdate with Gil. They were in the same class, after all. And she wasn’t a biter. Even if she was a little handsy.

Bradley clicked his tongue. “You know, I think G-man’s a little booked up next week? We got a birthday party and then we’re gonna see Papa at the base.”

Gil looked up at him and his entire face lit up even though they were doing nothing of the sort - well, at least not yet. Clearly, when Bradley called Mav later, he would understand and extend the invite.

“Ahhh bummer. We were just exchanging numbers,” Zach nodded towards you, “so, maybe we can do something the week after?”

“Yeah, of course,” you said politely, “maybe next - ahh - week?”

Zach and Adam frowned at your sudden exclamation, but what they hadn’t seen was Bradley slide his hand underneath the waistband of your skirt and lace panties and dig his fingers into the top of your ass. Or the way he started drawing little circles with the pads of his fingers and dragged his nail down your spine. You swallowed.

He could see the goosebumps rising on your arms. Thankfully, your backs were both to the field and not the mass of parents and five year olds eating oranges.

“We uhh, we can work out the details on - Satur-day?” you stuttered out as Bradley dug his fingers into a rather sensitive knot on your back.

“Sure, that’s fine...guess we’ll see you two around then?”

Bradley smiled at the two men for the first time since the conversation had started, but his good mood was more attributed to your slightly heaving chest, which he had perfect view of thanks to his height advantage. “Have a good night.”

With a brief glance back at the three of you, the two men set off to find their children - which they should have been keeping an eye on in the first place. Bradley retracted his hand.

You bit your lip and glanced up at him. “So, Coach Bradshaw, you gonna make me stay after practice for some one-on-one training? Promise I’ll try harder..."

“Nah, I got you booked for a private session later.” He leaned forward and kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist, while you clasped yours around his neck. God, you smelled so pretty - he’d take you on the goddamn soccer field right now if there weren’t about twenty parents and five year olds around them.

Bradley only came back to himself and pulled away when he felt a slight tug on his joggers. He looked down at Gil.

“Daddy? Can we get ice cream since I scored a goal? Please?”

A wicked smile crept across your face. “Yeah, daddy, can we get ice cream?”

Bradley threw back his head and groaned. God, you were fucking killing him tonight. He shot Gil an amused look. “If you can carry this bag,” he nodded towards the mesh bag at his feet, “all the way to the car, then we can get ice cream.”

Gil considered this and then grabbed the bag with his little hands. “Okay, I can do it! I can do it!”

The two of you laughed watching him slowly drag the bag across the grass and towards the parking lot. Bradley threw his arm around your shoulders pulling you close.

“So, Max’s dad, huh?”

“Hmmm.”

“What do you mean hmmmm! I could see him making eyes at you from all the way across the field -”

“- He was not!” you protested.

Bradley snorted. “And you just happened to wear that tight little skirt to come to practice, huh?”

“Noticed that, did you - Gil, wait until your father and I catch up before going into the parking lot!” You glanced back up at Bradley. “I like when you get jealous, bubs, it’s cute -”

“- Cute!” He scoffed. “Hardly -”

“- Well, I suppose that’s not true, you were practically groping my ass on the field - isn’t that a Title IX violation or something?”

Bradley groaned. “Sweetheart, at least wait till we get home to start the dirty talk.”

“I make no promises - coach.” You winked and then walked ahead to meet Gil, shaking your hips with every step. “I’ll take Gil to Dairy Queen and we can meet you at home?”

Bradley stopped by his car. “You want ice cream, too?”

You turned around and scrunched your nose. “Not really, I actually have other plans in mind for dessert tonight...” Bradley groaned. “See you at home, daddy.”

thanks for reading x

prequel (ish)

#you're probably thinking - 'why the fuck did you name him gil?'#well this was the most ridiculous name sol and i came up with and now i'm oddly attached to it #i don't like the whole 'harry potter let's name our kids after people who died' thing so yeah #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley and smart aleck #top gun #writing #asks #bradley fic

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kiwipineappleparasol · 8 months

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Another Random Assortment of my AU Scribbles from Various points in Time. Notes Are Below:

Yes I forgot the ... Handlebars ??? Omega has on his shoulders on that First Drawing . Yes this is a Crime that I Rectify in my later Scribbles. Otherwise the changes made were made for my Awesome Au where I can make the designs easier to draw for my Puny Mind.

Uncle Chuck but he’s Evil. And his Mustache? Fake. He puts it over his nose. Why did I make him Evil? I thought it would be Funny. I tried to make him look Less like Old Sonic and turned his eyebrows into Spines. His outfit is loosely based off his Pre Reboot Archie Fit. But only Loosely.

I don't actually know Why I did designs for Honey and Mina. Honey looks more Akin to a Tiger now and I Epically Failed to translate her outfit to my Redesign Rules. Mina I completely overhauled Simply for the sake of it, I guess. Tried to keep the Important Elements and Reinterpret them.

Just turned Wave's shirt into that fluff the other two Babylon Rogues have. I didn't add her Glasses here but I Probably would give them Back.

Bunnie and Cassia I scribbled Awhile Back. I don't have Much to say, considering it was A Long While Ago. But I liked them Well Enough to put here, I guess. I Apparently tried and Failed to scribble Clove as well (which is why she’s Missing)

Harvey Who and his Iconic Line AND YOU COULDN’T EVEN STOP ONE SKUNK???? He is in my AU for that Alone

I thought it would be fun to Combine aspects of the Freedom Fighters and Secret Freedom Fighters. Especially the Totally Original Field Outfits (The Joke is They Are Actually from Sonic Rivals)

Shadow and Maria are also Here. Contributing. Filling up Free Space. Etc.

#sth #e 123 omega #honey the cat #mina mongoose #charmy bee #bunnie rabbot #cassia the pronghorn #uncle chuck #I am not calling his ass “Sir Charles the Hedgehog”#shadow the hedgehog #maria robotnik #sonic au #the kiwi scribbling zone #I just want these Out of my drafts even if they don’t exactly Go Together #Oh how could I forget #Harvey who #My favorite character People Totally Care about

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cup1dt3a · 10 months

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what if y/n or reader was the villain in the show welcome home puppet show and had a crush on one of the character

There was only one person who did this so far and i loved it

would the reader go easy on them or harder so no one would know

would they show concern when there crush is crying

would they stop there plans all together if they were asked by that person (only for a day maybe)

Tysm for the request and love the idea! And I’m doing this with 2 of the members in cast if that is ok because no on was specified on here and I just really want to write about Julie! Also this is fan content of welcome home that has nothing to do with the lore!

Oh to be the antagonist of this story is very “interesting”. You’re always the cause of the moral of the story on why doing whatever it was is bad. Or you just sabotage them throughout the show.

But mostly sabotaging the main character Wally Darling. Always messing up his paintings by adding yourself to the picture. Literally you just crudely draw yourself right beside him. Even going as far as to cross a few of his friends out or replace their heads with yours. While always leaving a signature evil as yours right next to his with a little heart. All over yours and his neat signature. Sometimes putting a heart around both your signatures as a way to circle them. You thought it was cute and a sweet sorry. While Wally was sometimes annoyed by this you would always cut him off before he could say anything.

Most of the time apologizing with “ I’m so so very very sor-sore- sarh- sarh-I think I’m gonna puke! SORY! I said it now you can’t be mad at me…oh geepers my tummy is all topsy turvery now I hope your happy!”

Yes for comedic purposes you could never say sorry without almost puking it was a curse and a gift.

You would always go the hardest on him. No matter where or who he was with Wally would always be your main target. He was just so much fun to mess with. Such as putting the blame on him in Howdy Pillar’s shop by stealing an apple from its once neat stand. Leaving a mess for the yellow man to have to clean up himself. As they all fall you disappear with a clever disguise. Glasses and a mustache. The perfect disguise no one can recognize you! Well kinda? Howdy and Frank always know it’s you and you have no idea how. You fooled Julie and Barnaby with it. Even Wally you think? So how are they exposing you like that!?

For anyone else maybe a few pranks here and there but Wally oh dear sweet Wally will always be victim to your harshest pranks.

But Wally was also the only person you ever listened to that made you stop your devious plans all together. One little “ No, not today Neighbor.” And you’re done for. Fully defeated, and devastated that your plans were cancelled. Not really to be honest you could always do them next time.

Crying. Is something you’d never really try to make anyone do. Really it’s all harmless fun until someone gets hurt. And if Wally do happened to get hurt or start crying your the one who is literally comforting him. Pulling out tons of tissues from your pocket. Panicking over the fact that you made him cry. So you’ll disappear for a few days and go very and almost too easy in everyone especially Wally for once.

You were once again in your unnoticeable disguise. The same one you always wore as you walked around the colorful road of the neighborhood to find Wally. You the came upon the man asking what to paint. Excitedly rushing over onto his shoulder.

“ I think you should paint me~!” you announced dramatically catching the blue haired man off guard.

“ Sure neighbor.” He said gaining his composure now catching you off guard.

Now this was a surprise as you blushed. You quirked your eyebrow at his calmness and to the fact that he willingly without hesitation said he would paint you.

“ Fine then…stranger! Paint me as if I’m the most amazing person in the world! Because I am!” You proclaimed in a dramatic pose.

“ Whatever you say ___.” He said with a sigh as he started to paint catching you fully off guard.

You panicked declaring an answer on how he knew it was you.

“ You use the same disguise and put a different mustache on every time you’re doing something no good.” He said as you huffed.

You thought no one would notice especially with the purple mustache. Come on it was purple and very long and pointy too. And you even got different shoes. This is so unbelievable the nerve of that pretty man!

To be the antagonist of the story and have Julie as your main “victim” is the hardest thing ever. She always laughs and says “ Oh neighbor you’re so silly!” or “ Can you teach me how to do that!?” and even “ Hear let me help you I know an easier way to do that.”

She is too nice to you. She even laughs when you’re doing your evil laugh too! It throws your whole vibe off! You’re supposed to be the evil villain that strikes fear and misery. Not the joke of a villian with some stupidly adorable blonde who always helps and complements you! No she’s supposed to fear you not hug you right after you just tripped over falling face first from your epic exit!

With Julie you go harder on her than anyone else! Not because you like her no it’s because you hate that she is supper nice and supportive; She’s always trying to help you become a better person and…she needs to be stopped. Julie is always thought rushed away from you when Frank is near. The man pulls her away as she tells you “ Bye ___! Hope you have a good day!”

“ Guys I think they just need a chance!” She’ll say while being told “ THEY JUST TRIED TO TRICK HOWDY INTO GIVING THEM OWNER SHIP OF HIS OWN SHOP!”

Making Julie cry is the worst thing you could ever do. Literally if you’re the reason she cried or because you ran into the always happy blonde crying you better give her a hug. It’s technically illegal not to. She is just a ball of pure sunshine that is too nice. If you don’t hug or try to comfort her you’re a heartless monster at that point. But if you are the reason she cried because of you. Do not show your face for a few days. Never show your face again you monster!

“ Hey Julie….Um so I’m sorry about what happened yesterday… I brought you flowers.” You sighed as you handed her the huge bouquet of all her favorite flowers.

“Listen I swear I didn’t mean to ruin that feild of flowers…my Poison-inator3000 somehow malfunction and-“ “ Oh Neighbor! You’re the best!” She gasped hugging you around the neck with a loving squeeze.

She happily smiled at you as you just stood in show with the bouquet still in your hands. You slowly hugged her unsure how to huge her in your akward position and mental state. The sweet blonde is hugging you. Repeat the sweet adorable blonde is hugging you.

Sorry for the wait I’ve been busy recently. So expect me to post more often! Hope you’re all doing well or things are getting better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a💕

#julie joyful #wally darling #welcome home x reader #julie joyful x reader #wally welcome home #julie joyful welcome home

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ultimatedreamer104 · 2 months

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pjo/hoo characters as things i have overheard in conversations :

Percy: listen! I just need the thing!!!

annabeth: the thing??

Percy: the thinggggg!!!! Ya know- *makes grasping/grabbing motions with his hands* THE THING!!!! annabeth:*backs away* you mean your penn???

Percy, looking up, with tears in his eyes, on his knees now: yes, the pen,

annabeth: isn’t it in your pocket?

Percy, picking his head up off the floor: …..*gets up, takes pen out of his pocket and stares at it, the proceeds to throw it to the other side of the room, then turns back to annabeth: this never happened.*runs away*

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Leo, holding a lighter very close to his face: 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒

Jason: Leo- lets *glances around as though expecting to see cameras* let’s uh- put the lighter down yeh??

Leo, turning his head slightly: but Jason!!! *waves lighter around as he gestures to it like the madman he is* it’s (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Fire ♥

Jason leaves

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Piper, flourishing a pink packet, that has a little boba drawing on it: so I got this as a little early birthday present from my grandparents, it’s a bubble tea mask *try’s to open it, but fails* why can’t I *grunts* 𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻 it? *finally opens it* okay… I’m scared… *smells the mask/inside the bag or whatever, recoils back, with a look of disgust on her face* ✨Ｎｏ✨, *looks at bag* it’s supposed to smell like strawberry’s… it smells-it smells good! (Using obvious sarcasm) ew, there’s like- juice in it, what the-*gasps and recoils back* it’s dripping 👀 okay…*unfolds mask* it’s so slimy- *puts mask on her face* oh it’s so cold!!!*after fully applying mask to her face* no! It’s in my mouthhhh,

Leo smirking: why did you eat it????

Piper, crying laughing; I don’t know, I look so weird too—-

Leo: nice mustache by the -

Jason, coming around the corner: don’t, just back away Valdez

Leo: okay bro, fine

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Jason: I'm dieing, bleh

Hazel: And hows heaven?

Nico: bru-

Percy: don’t you mean hell? Jason of all people wouldn’t make it to heaven-

Annabeth smacking Percy ; Percy! That’s so rude!

Frank : so how is hell?

Jason: warm

Nico: no its not-

Leo : have you made s’mores yet??

Jason: … no, not yet

Leo: that’s sad

Jason: I know 😞

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Annabeth: We have group tonight! Who’s coming? Percy: I am 😘

Frank: me and hazel will be there👍

Leo: Whoo whoo!! 🎉🦉😘

will: I thought frank was the one who transforms-?

Nico: don’t question it

Jason: I’ll be there

piper: im a little early, should i head inside or wait til 7 in the car?

Hazel: I think you'll be fine 🤷🏼‍♀️

Leo: Storm the gates ⚔️

piper: mk

Percy: Have fun storming the castle

annabeth: Do you think it'll work?

Percy: It'll take a miracle. Bye bye!!

piper: i have stormed the gates

Leo: hah! Nice

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Leo coughing violently: I’m still sick

Leo still coughing: this cough needs to go man

will, coming from nowhere; sorry man but uh- seems that you have cough-itis , and I’m afraid that it’s permanently

#Pjo #percy jackson fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #percy jackson spoilers #pjo book spoilers #funny #hehe #i hope you like ittt

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 4

Roleplay with Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: reader wears some lingerie, oral (male receiving & briefly female receiving), one spanking, p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, reader makes a joke about Joel’s mustache, the cutest fluffy fluff, I love reader and Joel’s dynamic so so much in this

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Notes: This fic was so much fun to write I can’t lie. At first I was unsure about it but by the end of writing it I loved it so much. Plus Joel’s fist appearance during my Kinktober!!! I hope you all enjoy this fun, sexy and slightly cheesy fic!!

Kinktober Masterlist

ao3 link coming soon ish

Your eyes ran over yourself in the mirror. Your smirk would put the Cheshire Cat to shame, as you took in the little number you were wearing. It had been entirely too perfect. Along with the day you had been handed on a silver platter. The only downside, were the heels that waited on you to slip your feet into them. They were perfect to complete the look, but you were dreading having to wear them, for the most part. Your see through night gown, that barley covered the important bits, was dark as night and lacy. You had shrugged a robe over your shoulders, that was only slightly longer, and just as scandalous. It too was black, with little red detailing at the bottom, and at the end of the sleeve tying together with a red ribbon. The heels matched the red perfectly, and with a slightly nervous breath, you slipped them on. Just as you did, there was a knock at your door, and you smirked. You made your way to the front door and opened it, only to be met with the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on.

“Pardon me ma’am, uh I received a call…”

“Yes yes it was me! Come on in um…” you moved out of the way, and he came in, tool bag in hand.

“Joel Miller, ma’am,” he stuck out his hand, but his eyes were glued on yours.

You couldn’t help the chuckle and smirk, as you took his hand, and told him your name.

“You said the pipes in the kitchen had burst?”

“Oh yes, and I know you’re primarily a contractor, but I was told you were the best handyman in the area.”

You put on your best innocent eyes, bating your eyelashes for extra affect. You even let your hand gently rest on his bicep.

“Well that’s awful nice ma’am. I am a contractor, mostly, but I do other things as well.”

You smirked, your pulse jumping at his comment.

“Well perfect! Follow me then.”

You made sure to swish your hair, and swing your hips, as you lead him to the kitchen. You made every move as seductive and fluid as possible.

“I turned the water off, because it was getting everywhere. I tried to clean up the best I could.”

“You did the right thing. I’ll take a look.”

He gave you a nod and you smiled as you watched him carefully.

“Do you need anything else Mr. Miller?”

“Just call me Joel, and no ma’am I don’t reckon.”

“Well, Joel, you just let me know if you do. I’ll be close,” you gave him a wink before turning and heading out of the kitchen.

When you glanced back slightly over your shoulder, he was watching you walk away, and you smirked to yourself. Everything was going just perfectly.

It had been almost an hour of him being here. You checked on him regularly, even lingering to watch him work several times. You were getting restless, so you pushed from the couch, and made the click of your heels loud enough to draw his attention.

“Would you like something to drink? I have beer, water, I make a mean lemonade.”

Joel pulled himself from under your sink.

“The lemonade sounds good but um without your water on…”

“Oh I already have some made up,” you waved your hand at him and pulled out two glasses.

You pulled the lemonade from the fridge, before filling both glasses. You handed one to Joel, and made a show of drinking yours, his eyes never leaving you. He leaned back on your kitchen counters as he took a sip. You leaned over the island, making sure your cleavage was prominently on display.

“This is a damn good lemonade,” Joel smirked, looking at the glass before his eyes turned to you.

He gulped, and you smirked.

“Well thank you. It’s a secret recipe. How is all that looking?” You were sure to sound clueless, as you nodded towards the open cabinets under the sink.

“I’m going to have to get some parts. I called my partner to bring them over, so it’s going to be a bit. He’s on another job.”

“Oh that’s alright. You deserve a break anyway.”

You pushed yourself up, and slowly made your way around to him.

“You know, Mr. Miller, there are several ways two people could kill some time. And I’ve noticed you looking at me, in my little outfit and heels, since the moment you walked in.”

You took his glass from him, sitting it on the counter behind him, and looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Joel. You do look beautiful…” Joel’s voice trailed off, as he smirked softly down at you.

“What do you say Joel? Care to throw me over this island, and make me scream your name so loud the neighbors will hear and well, gossip?” You smirked and a fire lit in his eyes.

“I would prefer you drop to your knees,” his voice had deepened, and took on a demanding tone.

“Yes sir,” you smirked as you did as ordered, sitting up on your thighs as you worked his belt buckle, and pulling his already hard cock from his pants.

His fingers threaded in your hair, grabbing and pulling ever so slightly. You looked up at him from under your lashes as you pumped his length, wiping your thumb over his angry tip. You smeared the pre-come already gathered there around the tip, before he pulled again but harsher. Your mouth fell open in a gasp, and he took the opportunity to slip past your lips. He let out a groan as his cock slipped further into your mouth, and hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, looking up at him with tears already dancing on the edge of your eyes. The look he gave you made you clench around nothing, before you hallowed out your cheeks and started to bob your head. You never let your eyes fall from his, watching how beautiful he looked, lost in the blissful feeling you were giving him.

“That’s it sweetheart. You take me so well,” he groaned, as he gazed back down at you with hooded eyes.

You let out a moan around him, and he pulled you away by your hair. You smirked, salvia and pre-come still connecting your mouth to his cock. He gently lead you up by your hair, before he pushed himself off the counter and closer to you. His lips fell to yours in a crushing, hungry kiss, his hand falling from your hair to brush down your back. He pulled away, but didn’t go far, his breath fanning across your face as he spoke.

“This fucking outfit. I do love it but I want it off,” he spoke through gritted teeth, and started to pull at the front of the robe.

You went to kick off the heels, but Joel’s finger brushed your chin, bringing your eyes from your feet to meet his lust blown ones.

“Keep those on,” his voice was just a whisper, and you smirked at the effect the heels seem to have on him.

You gave him a simple, breathless nod, as the rest of the lingerie soon pooled on the floor. You watched his eyes ignite with passion as he looked you over. You were both still, with nothing but the sound of your panting for a moment, before he grabbed the back of your neck and bent you over the island. His hands brushed down your back making you shiver, and you grabbed hold of the edge in front of you. Joel’s hands fell to your hips squeezing slightly, and you felt his tongue suddenly on your center. Your legs spread quickly as you let out a moan. He moaned against you, which made you gasp and jump slightly, before letting out a whimper.

“Joel please,” you whined out, only to received a chuckle from him.

One hand fell from your hip to land a smack to your ass, and then he was buried in you in one swift motion.

“Oh fuck!” You let out a shout, and he groaned.

“Fucking hell sweetheart, you’re so tight. Feels so fucking good,” his voice fell to just above a whisper, and you squeezed around his cock in response.

That set him off. His hands fell to your hips again, as he started to pound inside of you. The room full of skin hitting skin, and the shared noises that fell from your lips. One of Joel’s arms wrapped around you, bringing you up against him, as the other grabbed a breast and squeezed. Your head fell back to his shoulder, feeling nothing but pure bliss. His breath fanned across your face, his mouth close to your ear as he spoke.

“You look so beautiful like this. Being fucked in the kitchen, in nothing but those red heels.”

You couldn’t respond with words, just a moan as one hand grasped at the one that still gripped your breast. He laced his fingers within yours. You turned your head, your other hand coming to the back of his head, lacing your fingers in his hair, before you kissed him frantically. His thrusts started to pick up, becoming slightly messy and your legs were shaking with your impending orgasm. He pulled away and settled his forehead against yours.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered, and you forced your heavy lids open to meet his brown ones.

“Cum,” it was simple, whispered but demanding.

You shattered, and if it wasn’t for the arm around your middle, you would have fallen to the ground. Joel snapped his hips one last time, before settling deep inside of you, and letting go. He groaned as the both of you shuddered. You panted, your eyes still closed, as you tried to gather yourself and coming back down to earth. Then Joel’s deep laugh echoed in your ear, and you couldn’t help joining in.

“That was so cheesy wasn’t it?” You laughed, as you finally forced your eyes open to look at him.

“It was a little, but still hot.”

Joel laughed, as he very carefully removed himself from you. He didn’t let you go though, just picked you up bridal style and carried you to your shared bedroom. The two of you had decided on the roleplay a few days ago. Sarah was going to be at a friends house for the night, and it had been a while since the two of you had alone time. To be both loud, and have fun anywhere in the house, besides the bedroom.

“We picked the most basic porn movie scenario huh?” Joel laughed again, as he laid you on the bed and walked to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth to clean you up.

“I mean you do have the mustache for it.”

You placed your hand over your mouth to cover your laugh, that was still twinkling in your eyes, as Joel’s head shot to the doorway. He gave you a glare, and you busted out laughing.

“I thought you liked it?!” He pouted as he came back in, and after he cleaned you up, you placed your hand on his cheek.

“I love it and you know that. The joke was there, and I couldn’t not take it,” he hovered over you now and you leaned up, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“You’re right. I was thinking it anyways,” he shrugged as he laid down next to you.

You rolled over and gave him a light slap on the chest, making him give an over exaggerated groan.

“Joel Miller!”

He let out a laugh and pulled you to him, kissing your lips before moving to your nose, and then peppering your face, pulling giggles from you. He finally pulled away, looking at you as your laughter died but a smile lingered on your face.

“We still have plenty of time before Sarah comes home tomorrow, huh?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“We do,” you smirked, knowing what he was thinking. “I don’t even know what we’re doing in bed, it’s not even that late.”

“I’m just gearing up for round two, but I thought I’d let you rest.”

“You know you read my mind.”

“Yeah?” He smirked as you sat up, looking down at him.

“Yes but I’m not having sex in these heels…like ever again.”

Joel let out another laugh, as you leaned down and removed said heels, letting them fall to the floor. You laid yourself on top of Joel, lacing your legs within his.

“That’s much better,” you sighed.

“I liked the heels.” Joel pouted slightly.

“Well I hate them. You’ll have to like me either barefooted or in sneakers or something.”

“I like you in anything sweetheart,” Joel wrapped his arms around you, and then turned the two of you over so he on top.

“Already ready for round two huh?” You smirked looking up at him.

“Mmm yeah, I think so,” he smirked as he kissed you deeply, and you returned it, before pulling away.

“Nah I think I’m going to take that nap,” you said as you pulled away, trying to turn yourself over while trying not to laugh.

“Oh I don’t think so.”

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#kinktober 2023 #agentwhiskeysdarlinkinktober #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader

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ladylooch · 2 months

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What is Mack's reaction to finding out she was busted cuddling with David? Xx

“Oh my god.” Mack moans, stumbling out of her dark bedroom and into the sunny, main area of her apartment. “Jesus take the wheel.” She cries, slapping a hand over her eyes. She squints to her kitchen counter, seeing David there, munching on some cereal. His mustache curls up with this lips joyfully when he sees her.

“Hi honey.” He says gently. “How you doing?”

“Shitty.” Mack moans. She is exhausted and feels like she has been run over by a damn garbage truck. Actually, she feels like garbage. Maybe the truck should have just picked her up instead of running her over.

“Think you could eat some soup? Get some nutrients into you?” He asks, standing up. He walks over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. He was getting nervous watching how shaky she was with each step. Mack leans into his strength, grateful for his help. She glances over at the mirror in her entry way, catching a glimpse of her appearance.

“Oh, fuck me.” She groans. She looks disgusting, like she smells similar to moldy cheese and BO. Then there is David, who looks like some he is about to be chiseled out of stone with his black sweatpants and shirtless chest. “You don’t have to stay.” She shakes her head.

“Ah, I know.” He chuckles, biting his lip as he gets her onto the couch. “But I’m not leaving.”

“Why?”

“Because this is the only place I wanna be.” He leans forward. Mack slaps her hand over her mouth.

“Don’t kiss me!” She mumbles around her fingers. His lips land on her forehead.

“Stop worrying. Just lay there and be useless so you can get better and be my sassy girl again.” He pats her leg. “I’m gonna heat up the soup Lucie brought.”

“No.” Mack extends the word in shock.

“Yeah. She saw us in bed together.” He sighs, opening up the container from the fridge. He pours some in a microwaveable bowl, then puts it in for two minutes to start.

“What did she say?” Mack whispers, eyes boring into him.

“Not much, but I wasn’t exactly inviting the conversation either.” He scratches at the under side of his jaw. He leans his palms on the counter top, staring at her. “She asked what we were.” Mack’s eyes slide away. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, so I didn’t give her an answer.” Mack’s eyebrows furrow.

“What you thought?”

“That you aren’t ready for a label.”

“I’m not?” She asks. “You want me to be your girlfriend?” Her tone is doubtful. David stares at her.

“I think I’ve made that pretty obvious, Mack.” She tucks her bottom lip into her mouth, looking away. “But if you wanna keep doing this, I’m fine with that too. I’m not in a rush, buttercup.” He turns back to the microwave, stirring the soup around then giving it a taste test. “Another minute.” He tells her. Mack turns away from him, curling her legs up beneath her.

David Carlson’s girlfriend… Mackenzie Hischier… officially dating a New York Ranger. Mack licks her lips, wanting to ignore the parts of her that long for and are giddy about that idea. She wasn’t looking for this. She didn’t want it either. It became this because David is… David.

“It’s hot, baby.” The man in question says as he rounds the couch. Mack watches him move a coaster to rest her bowl on.

“Thank you.” She murmurs. “For last night too. I was in a bad place.”

“You were. I’m glad I came over.” He brushes her wild hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. His thumb strokes across her red and inflamed skin, irritated from her feverish sweats last night. Mack stares at him, drawing her eyes over the features of this man she has come to care so much for. They have great chemistry. It is so much more than just sexual too. She feels like he knows her heart and soul, and does what he can to keep them both safe. Mack opens her mouth to speak, to tell him that she wants to be his girlfriend too.

“Yes you can be my girlfriend..” He cuts her off while grinning at her. Mack furrows her eyebrows, mouth dropped open in awe.

“How do you know?” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. He stops her from falling back and away from him in exasperation. He leans down, capturing her lips in his. He inhales her mouth until her lips are puffy and swollen, her nose and upper lip raw from his mustache.

“Because I do.”

Mack grabs his shirt, fisting it in her hand to keep him close. She scoots back onto the couch, weakly attempting to pull him down. David obliges, settling a knee between her legs, then easing her all the way back until she is laying on the couch.

“Honey. You need to eat your soup.”

“I wanna make out with my boyfriend first.” David chuckles.

“You’re so obsessed with me.” He teases. His tongue thrusts into her mouth, not letting her respond with words.

Her strangled, blissful moan tells them both all they need to know.

#mackdavid au

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