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feralthoughtdump · 5 months

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False God

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, smut, threesome, alcohol and ambiguous substance consumption, lip biting, a little bit of blood, oral (m&f receiving), facefucking, spitroast, a lot of bodily fluids, squirting, a teeny bit of bi!Felix, a little bit of butt stuff, not fully canon compliant (let’s imagine that Felix didn’t find out about Oliver lying)

Word Count: 2k

Felix wasn’t the type who liked to share his toys. Whether it be his girlfriend, or his shiny new friend who comes to visit every summer, Felix felt a certain possession over them that he didn’t like to admit. But Oliver came to Saltburn with that woeful, wide-eyed gaze that Felix couldn’t fully resist. He also couldn’t deny how he looked at his girlfriend and how she looked at him. All of the shared glances across the dinner table, how she’d swallow when he had something witty to say to her, how his gaze would linger on her just a little bit longer than hers.

Felix trusted her, he knew that she’d never go behind his back. And it’s the trust he holds in her that fuels his desire to let this happen. He adores her. Especially now with her, as Farleigh calls it, slutty fairy costume, and he’d do anything to make her happy, even if it meant letting Oliver touch her in ways that were solely reserved for him.

So, the three of them find themselves in this predicament, with her draped against him, and Oliver leaning against the doorway.

“Baby, know Oliver, right?” She nods, pressing herself closer to his chest. Felix wraps a comforting arm around her midriff, rubbing circles into her exposed skin with his thumb. “It’s his birthday today, and I thought this would be a nice present.”

His lips pressed against her neck, her pulse thrumming against them, while his hands wandered, pushing the little skirt that she wore past her hips, exposing the intricate set that he bought for this occasion.

Oliver grins, stepping closer to the pair. He looks at her, the antlers on his head casting a shadow over her glittery doe eyes.

“She’s a very nice present.” His fingers push at the strap of her fairy wings, letting them fall to the ground with a soft clatter. “How’d you know I was into her?”

“Saw you looking.” He chuckles and expertly unclaspes the back of her lacy bra. “But I can’t blame you, she’s pretty.”

His large hand palms at her now exposed tits, rolling a nipple between his fingers.

She whines and lets her head fall back against his chest, still covered in the ribbed fabric of his tank top.

“Don’t tease, Felix.” She sighs.

Oliver approaches them, stripping himself of his embroidered suit in the process. The pair watch with bated breath as he sinks to his knees in front of her. He noses at the inside of her thigh, taking in how soft and plush she felt.

He savors her, kissing and nipping at her thighs, letting his fingers drift from her ankles up to her knees. As he pushes her legs apart, Felix thumbs at her pussy through her panties, creating a wet patch on the expensive lace.

“Can I give her a taste?” Oliver asks, lips parted and eyes gleaming, staring up at Felix.

“Of course you can.” Felix carefully positions her on the bed, her back flat on the mattress and Oliver places himself in front of her, right in between her thighs.

Her shaky fingers push the lace waistband past her hips, but Oliver stops her, letting his teeth catch on the fabric to do it himself. He hums at the sight of her pussy, all wet and wanting.

Felix places himself over her, jerking at his cock as Oliver licks a strip along the length of her folds.

She yelps, pulling back, oversensitive from Felix’s previous ministrations, but he tightens his hold on her, keeping her in place.

“C’mon, be a good girl. Let him make you feel good.” She turns her head, bashful at how his words affect her, but he takes her chin and forces her eyes to meet his. “You’ll be good for Ollie, for me. Won’t you?”

She licks her lips, shallow breaths making her chest rise and fall.

“Yeah, I’ll be good,” she whispers.

He smiles, and affectionately pats her cheek, and her thighs widen as she shifts against the mattress, trying to relax.

With a nod of approval from Felix, Oliver grabs her thighs and pulls her onto his face. His tongue laps at her, circling her clit and teasing at her entrance.

As she parts her lips, moaning at the heat that grows in the pit of her stomach, Felix places his thumb against her tongue, keeping her jaw open. He takes this as an opportunity to slip his cock into her wanting mouth. She sputters around him as the length of his shaft fills her mouth.

“Fuck.” He groans. “Taking me so well, baby.”

Felix fucks himself into her mouth, letting his tip hit the back of her throat. She hollows her cheeks before sucking, letting her lips wrap tight around his shaft, saliva dripping past her lips with every drag of his cock.

Oliver wraps lips around her clit and slips two fingers into her dripping entrance. His fingers curl and she cries out.

“Do that again,” Felix demands. “She likes it.”

He angles his fingers, letting the pads of his fingers press against her G-spot. At the sight of her legs shaking, he curls his fingers, practically forcing her hips to jerk against his face.

She feels her body tense, falling closer and closer to the edge, as Oliver teases her, over and over again. Her arousal, in combination with his saliva, is spread across his lips.

It’s messy, but none of them care. Both she and Felix love the sight of his flushed cheeks, eyes half-lidded in pleasure from the way her cunt tastes.

“Don’t let her cum yet” he breathily orders “Have her suck you off first.”

Felix manhandles her onto her knees and crawls onto the mattress, he taps his cock against cunt, dripping with a mixture of both her arousal and Oliver’s saliva. She looks up at Oliver, keeping her mouth open and drooling, and sticks out her tongue, an open invitation for him to start fucking her face.

“So well behaved,” Oliver whispers, tapping his hard, flushed cock on her tongue, pre-cum dripping down into her throat. “You’re Felix’s good girl, aren’t you?”

Before she can respond, Oliver shoves his cock past her lips and Felix pushes himself inside her, forcing all of him into her cunt. She yelps around Oliver’s cock, the vibrations from the back of her throat making him shudder.

The sound of skin slapping against one another fills the room as Felix fucks into her, letting his hips slam against hers.

The reflection in the mirror across from them is obscene. Her chin is covered in her own drool, smeared across her cheeks and chin, dripping onto the expensive sheets. Felix has his head thrown back in pleasure, hands on her hips with a bruising hold, sweat gleaming on his skin, soaking through the front of his thin tank top.

Oliver takes Felix’s face and plasters his lips against his. He’s taken by surprise, but he grabs the back of Oliver’s neck and pulls him in closer, forcing Oliver’s hips to push his cock deeper into her mouth. She grabs at the back of Oliver’s thigh, digging her nails into his skin. He hisses at the sting and bites down on Felix’s lower lip, a metallic taste blooming on his tongue.

They pull away from each other, and blood trickles down Felix’s chin.

Oliver stares at Felix, about to apologize, but Felix grins. “I could taste her on you, you know? Doesn’t she taste good?”

All he can do is nod in agreement, cock twitching in her mouth.

Oliver nods and leans forward, licking up the blood pooling on Felix’s lips. The pair lock their lips together. Wet sounds of their kisses and Felix’s cock being sucked into her pussy reverberate throughout the room, accompanied by her gagging and choking.

She whines, drawing both of their attention back to her.

“Aww, my baby needs some attention?” At the sound of her whimpering in confirmation, Felix chuckles, shaking his head. “I’ll give you some attention then.”

Felix reaches forward, pressing his thumb into Oliver’s open mouth, biting his lip at the sight of him swirling his tongue around the digit. With a loud pop, Felix removed his thumb from Oliver’s mouth.

Wet with Oliver’s saliva, Felix’s thumb circles her other hole, slowly teasing it open. She whines, feeling a foreign stretch as his thumb pushes past the muscle.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” He groans. “Don’t know why I haven’t fucked your tight little ass yet. Maybe I should tomorrow, I know your pussy’s going to be sore.”

Her holes clench around Felix, the feeling of fullness, overtaking her body. She shudders, legs about to give out underneath her, as he forcefully drives his cock into her and teases at her hole, letting his thumb push against the rim, stretching it open.

“Oh, she likes that, doesn’t she?” Oliver grins, messily grabbing at the length of her hair, forcing her to look at him. “You like it dirty? Like getting all of your holes filled?”

She blinks away the dark streaks of mascara that run down her face, trying her best to nod. He lets his cock slip free of her lips and gives her cheek a pinch.

“Come on, use your words.”

“Yes,” She gasps, back arching, pushing herself into Felix. “I like it.”

He presses her front into the mattress, forcing her back to arch deeper into Felix. His fingers wrap around his hard, leaking cock, letting her spit lubricate his hand as he tugs, slowly bringing himself closer and closer to his own release.

She tightens around Felix, whining as she feels an oncoming orgasm about to wash over her.

Her glassy eyes look up at Oliver’s and he coos, thumbing at her cheek.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ollie, I- ah!”

Felix lets his thumb hook inside of her clenching muscle, pulling her into him.

His cock buries deep inside of her, forcing itself against her cervix. She screams, and Oliver is thankful for the loud music playing throughout the house. Her arousal gushes, spraying against both her, and Felix’s thighs.

“Fuck, baby, making a mess over here.” Felix groans. His head falls back, panting, his grip on her tightening.

His hips still, with tense thighs and stifled moans, he cums, coating her insides. Carefully, he slips himself out, using his fingers to spread her pussy open, watching with pride as his cum and her arousal drip out of her clenching, gaping cunt.

Oliver pushes his cock back into her mouth, releasing down her throat. Her eyes tear up at the sudden intrusion. She’s overwhelmed and over-sensitive, but she swallows around him, obedient as always.

The trio collapses on the mattress, chests rising and falling in tandem. Felix wraps a strong arm around her and pulls her in close, letting her temple rest on his chest. Oliver gently grazes her shoulders with his fingers, calming her down and letting her shaky and twitchy body slowly fall still.

The lights of the party filter through the large windows, illuminating their sweat-slicked bodies. They shimmer, her body glitter having rubbed onto each other.

Distanced from the commotion happening outside of his room, it was just the three of them, sprawled across Felix’s bed. It was the three of them. Felix, their shining Adonis, and her and Oliver. Felix’s favorite toys.

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coeurify · 11 months

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Imagine you’re out with ellie looking for stuff and you find the cutest little dinosaur plushie 😭 and you’re like “wow this so cute ellie look!” and she tries to act chill and be like “yeah it’s cool ig” but she’s internally restraining herself from spewing a million facts about dinosaurs to you

HELPP i just love her shes my little nerd.

you knew she liked dinosaurs, even though she tried her best to play it cool (and failed every time. you caught her watching the entirety of land before time through one minute clips and she was LAUGHING along.) so of course when you held it up, the little dark green plush in your hands as you squeezed it gently, you suggested she get it. “look how cute!!” you grinned, wiggling it around and playing with the little arms.

ellie, who honestly wanted to grab it from you and buy it right then and there so one of the beady eyed toddlers stomping around the store couldn’t steal it, just nodded slowly. “cool.. cool.” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the nonchalant hum she made, pushing it closer to her chest. “its like.. one of those uh— t-rexes or some shit,” you explain, watching as ellie looked down at it.

it was actually a velociraptor, ellie could tell by the head size, but she couldn’t admit that. she pokes inside the stitched mouth, which you make some awful noise in response to, clamping the mouth down to pretend the stuffed dinosaur had bitten her. “you’re so weird,” your girlfriend huffed, snatching the toy from your hand.

with a dismissive hand wave you ignore the jab, “why are it’s arms so small?” you eye ellie as she started walking an embarrassingly long way toward the register.. pretending to look at other knick-knacks. ellie knew that answer too. well, scientists had a few theories but balance made the most sense. this time ellie had to literally bite her lip from spewing a whole long explanation. “I dunno.. biology.”

of course she still bought it though, under the “you looked like you wanted it!” excuse.

#MY LITTLE GF ELLIEEEEEE #rins reqs ❀.#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams fluff

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shibaraki · 1 year

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THREE’S A CROWD ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO

tags: GN reader, coworkers/friends to lovers, mutual pining, pro hero shouto, fluff + silliness, a very jealous shouto, PR agent reader, social media, workplace romance, first kisses, getting together

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As he grows older Shouto sometimes regrets picking his given name for heroics.

Call it adolescent laziness, but when he was a teenager it felt like rebellion; carelessly giving away that part of himself just to hear how different it sounded in other people's mouths. If repeated enough he thought the tragic lacquer might chip away piece by piece until his name was anew and no longer an echo of his fathers voice.

But now his bones ache and his work follows him absolutely everywhere. The hours he spends at the agency and at home bleed together, diluted into a single muddied memory. Officially adopting the moniker ‘Icyhot’ has never been so tempting. It would be nice to actually have skin to shed.

These instances of regret are infrequent, though. It may be jarring to have strangers call out to him so casually but he counts it as adequate payoff for his name making a home in your mouth. Who knew a sound could feel like an embrace?

“Shouto!”

When it’s you, hearing his name can only be a good thing. Usually.

He’s helpless to the small smile pulling at his lips as your contagious enthusiasm filters into the otherwise dim room like sunlight. You appear in the doorway to his office, remaining half hidden behind the frame, arms held behind your back and wearing an excited grin of your own.

Having you on the PR team has done wonders for his image, apparently. Employees loved throwing around puns about his cold demeanor being ‘thawed’. Shouto was never intentionally aloof, but he was perceived that way all the same.

When you don’t immediately flounce into his office to bother him he grows suspicious. “What is it?”

Shifting your weight between each foot restlessly, his eyes fall to the soft bottom lip caught between your teeth. You inhale deeply as if bracing for impact before stepping forward, bringing your arms out from behind your back.

And now cradled against your front is… him?

The plushie is atrocious. Two large desolate eyes stare back at him from beneath a bi-coloured felt fringe. Not only is it wearing a tiny version of the UA uniform, there is a pair of pointed cat ears on top of its head—one white and one red. Atleast the scar is on the correct side.

Amidst his judgment you have closed the distance, standing in front of his desk, squeezing the thing tight to your stomach. Shouto swallows down his immediate displeasure and feels ridiculous for it.

Voice tempered, he prompts, “A plush toy?”

Your shoulders relax, thumb rubbing back and forth over the soft fabric in slow, idle motions, “Yes—well, he’s actually a knock off. Technically I shouldn’t have bought it, but I couldn’t resist!”

“It’s ugly”.

“Don’t say that! Just look at him,” brought to your face, squashed up against your cheek, the toy seems to mock him. You laugh warmly, “Isn’t he cute? His head is so big”.

Shouto quickly delegates his attention to the report on his computer screen and begins to highlight random words to distract from the urge to pout. There’s a twisted petulance bubbling in his chest, at odds with the pitter patter of his heart. Ugly as it was, the plush still had his likeness, and you’d called it cute.

“What exactly did you buy it for?”

You shy away from the question slightly with a sudden air of embarrassment, gaze flickering toward his tall office windows to avoid his eyes.

“Well I…” there’s the quiet clearing of your throat, and then stronger, “I thought he would be a fun mascot for the agency. Your supporters would love seeing him in the background of your posts. It might be fun!”

Shouto was no stranger to social media. While he preferred to leave it up to your team and his manager it was a good occasional cure for boredom. Though the concept of having fans is still somewhat foreign to him, his supporters are amusing and vocal in their love; your suggestion is innocent compared to some of the things they’ve sent him. But he can’t disagree—they would have a field day.

There is a pregnant pause before he speaks and it sets you on edge. A pout to your lips, fingers guided to the small UA tie around his counterpart's neck, fiddling with the knot. You’re still avoiding his gaze, giving ample opportunity for him to glare at the toy, who only stares back with empty eyes.

“If Abe-san gives it the okay then I don’t see any harm in it,” he says. Your disposition sparks back to life, hiding your pleased smile behind the oversized head. Football shaped, he thinks blithely. He wants to kick it across Tokyo. And then he wants you to cradle his face instead.

“Thank you Shouto,” you murmur. Unable to see your mouth, the smile is still bright in your eyes. Steeped in honey-thick affection, Shouto resigns himself to fate. Saying no to you was never his strong suit.

He can only hope it’ll be a passing fad.

Those hopes are immediately quashed the following morning. His personal phone pings with a group chat notification on his way to work. Kaminari has sent a link to a twitter poll, along with a series of laughing emojis. Listed are various cat related versions of his name, each battling for the most votes.

Todoneko. Todopurrki. Shoucat? He huffs a quiet laugh. Nekoroki and Catoroki seemed neck and neck, barely a few percentages apart.

Notifications continue to flood in at the top of his screen. He ignores them in favour of clicking onto the profile. Sitting smug in the account’s picture is the plush of him. The image is a close up, taken from below, a purposefully unflattering angle to show the feline ears on it’s head.

It’s clear the page is new. Created today, if he had to guess. The bio reads: ‘employee of the month at Frostfire Agency’ and not much else. There is only one post— a picture taken today in a very familiar place.

??? VOTE ❘ @PawAndOrder : 33 minutes ago

[IMAGE ID: Pro Hero Dynamight angrily baring his teeth at the camera, skin flushed pink and hair pressed damp to his forehead. The Todoroki plush stands precariously on one of many benches in the agency gym behind him, a trademarked red and blue Shouto sweatband stretched over it’s head, school blazer discarded by the weights].

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Shouto snorts and presses the like button. A cute burst of confetti flits around the heart symbol as he imagines you surreptitiously trying to set up the thing behind a volatile pre-workout Bakugo without being chased out of the gym.

He decides against replying. Abe-san has yet to tell him about it and he’d rather not incur his managers wrath so early in the day.

The agency is abuzz upon his arrival. Not outwardly, though. A hushed cacophony of tittering and whispers. The sidekicks greet him as usual as he walks through the main control room towards his office, poorly feigning normalcy. It’s as though the entire agency has gathered; an acting audience to whatever stunt awaits him.

Shouto refuses the urge to bristle. Memories of not quite grasping the interactions around him in those earlier years can sometimes unearth feelings of defensiveness. They mean well. Most people do.

Finding the source of their collective amusement comes sooner rather than later. You haven’t noticed him yet, the roles now reversed. Shouto stands in the doorway, having stepped back to silently watch you work while your guard is down. You’re crouched by his office chair, tongue tucked into the corner of your mouth in concentration, adjusting something currently obstructed from view by his desk.

Shouto never truly learned his own personal touch—he always fell back on tradition. Those habits are reflected around you. The space hadn’t changed much since his predecessor retired; not until you came along. You have the uncanny ability to imbue life wherever you go. Now there were fresh flowers to be replaced every other week. What was once a display case for awards to collect dust in now held digital picture frames. Things nobody would think twice about. There’s even a napkin folded into the shape of a swan that he stole from a gala the night he won the Hero Trailblazer award.

“This is supposed to be your home away from home,” you told him. “You work hard, Shouto! Harder than anyone I know. Allow yourself a little comfort. This place is too…?”

And then you had made a broad, vague gesture with your hands, struggling to find the words, hoping he would fill in the blanks. That was the first time you made Shouto laugh, and the initial push that tipped his heart over the crest, starting an inexorable roll into the unknown. He has yet to find out if you’d be waiting at the bottom.

Your satisfied hum breaks the delicate quiet. The sound makes him smile. Trinkets aside, a room was brighter with you in it.

Lifting his hand, his knuckles rap gently against his open door. You startle, reflexively ducking forward to hide, then peering over the top of his desk. Your eyes meet and he lifts a brow.

“What are you doing?”

Four strides, maybe three. That is all the distance between you and him. Shouto wants to reach down and kiss away that false wide eyed innocence. Part of him wondered if you were aware of it—the profound cord you struck within him. Your fingers always seemed to find it.

“Nothing,” you rise to your feet with phone in hand, you brush off the non existent dirt from your knees and straighten the creases in your shirt. Noticing his deadpan stare, you breathlessly insist, “I wasn’t doing anything weird—this is for work!”

Shouto ducks his chin as he snorts, outgrown bangs slipping forward from behind his ears over his eyes; at an awkward length that never seems to do as he tells it to. “I’m not sure that’s entirely…” he moves to the centre of the room, voice losing strength when he sees his chair. “…True”

Todoroki Shouto doesn’t pout.

“See?” you cross your arms over your chest, looking gratified with his hesitance. “Catoroki is work related. I took a photo for his next post”.

The ugly plush toy is sitting in his seat. Gone is the sweatband and the UA uniform. In the short time between last night and now, you’ve managed to find a doll sized version of his hero costume. You’ve sat it upright on a small cushion facing his computer and placed a pen and an empty pad of paper in it’s lap to make it look as though it is working.

Upon closer inspection, he realises that you’ve even thought to include tiny versions of the first aid equipment hung on his belt.

“Catoroki?” he repeats.

Nodding, you bend to pat it between the ears. “That or ‘Nekoroki’. We aren’t sure which name will win yet. Did you see the poll?”

“My phone hasn’t stopped vibrating since I got here,” Shouto answers, stuck on the gentle stroke of your hand to Catoroki’s grotesque head.

“Oh shit, sorry. Should’ve called before I posted it. I forgot you don’t read your emails in the morning,” you puff up your cheeks apologetically. It’s sweet when you’re sheepish. The pull is a little too strong and he finds himself on the other side of his desk, close enough to poke the swell. Air pushes through puckered lips as it deflates.

“Doesn’t matter,” unable to resist, he subtly activates his ice, breathing a chill into the air, coaxing you into his warm touch for a minute longer than is appropriate. “You were right though. People seemed to like it”.

“Do you?”

“Hm?”

Shouto frowns when you turn away to pick the plush up from his chair. The beady eyes laugh at him from the comfortable spot on your chest. You hold it to him as if it were a baby, asking with playful cadence, “Do you like him?”

Like him?

His nose wrinkles. You don’t seem to appreciate that Shouto is a restrained person. If he weren’t, that plush would have been acquainted with the Earth’s atmosphere the very first time you kissed its ugly velveteen hair.

What is he supposed to say here—‘I don’t like him. Apparently I’m jealous of a stuffed toy’?

He drags his discontentment from Catoroki back to your face and feels his heart seize. The corners of your mouth are slightly downturned, plush bottom lip held between teeth, laughter gleaming in your eyes. Your expression is indelibly fond.

Your finger pokes at his chest, firm and accusing. It restarts his heart, which only seems to quicken. “I knew it”.

Playing dumb is a skill Shouto has refined since early adolescence—

He blinks and intones monotonously, “Knew what?”

—but this is you; who sees through every facade and hears every note. You know him better than most, more than you realise. With you he feels gossamer thin, light like a hollow marrowed bird. It’s equal parts frightening and comforting.

So when you grin at him and say, “You’re jealous of Catoroki, aren’t you?” the panic dwindles into gentle sea foam hemming his ribs.

Heat crawls up his neck and into his cheeks, the innate prickling of his quirk rising to the surface as his emotions swell. “No,” he lies, unconvincingly. It’s about the principle of it.

“Ah,” you walk your fingers up his sternum with a disappointed hum. “That’s too bad then”.

You have never touched him this casually before, with such intent. The air around you distorts. Shouto exhales a breath of steam and spine tingling laughter spills from your lips. Drawn to the sound, his movement pushes you back against his desk, and you lean on the edge with your legs parted to allow him closer. His eyes are wide, he’s sure. Caught between awe and disbelief, his hand resting on your hip like a bird on a wire, ready to flee if need.

“Shouto. Please,” you murmur, and it feels incipient. It feels like you’re at the bottom of a steep drop waiting to catch him. Your nose bumps his cheek, nuzzling at the old scar tissue there, breathing in each other in a moment of eager suspension.

He swallows. “Was that a ‘hurry up, please’ or a ‘go away, please’?”

A warm breath of laughter ghosts his lips. And for all his dithering, you are the one to kiss him. Cautious at first. He can taste your toothpaste, and it reminds him that the day has barely started. He presses firmer. Closer. Smooths over your waist as your fingers thread into the hair at his nape, enamoured by how soft you feel. Shouto shivers, dissolves like spun sugar, parting the seam of his lips to gently lick into your mouth, kept tethered by the too-corporeal cotton lump lodged between your bodies.

“I lied,” he rasps desperately as you pull away all too soon, like he hoped admitting it would bring you back. You meet his eyes, pupils dilating in the yawning sunlight as it stretches across his office. “I was jealous”.

“Yeah, I know,” you kiss his lips again, once, with some finality; it’s all teeth, both of you unable to keep from smiling.

“You were obvious”.

Catoroki <;ΦωΦ>! ❘ @PawAndOrder : 1 minute ago

[IMAGE ID: Pro Hero Deku holding the Todoroki plush, staring at it tearfully with a beaming grin. Beside him is Pro Hero Ingenium, who is squinting thoughtfully at the plush toy with his helmet held under his arm. Sitting petulantly in the back is Pro Hero Shouto, hunched over a bowl of cold soba and pouting].

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lesbianslvt666 · 11 months

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Hey whats up?

You can imagine Ellie sulking because the reader goes to an all-girls sleepover - which she wasn't invited to - and she knows that some gay girls are going to be there and that makes her a little jealous and it only gets worse when she sees the reader wearing a short, tight, sexy nightgown making her horny and then she stops the reader from going to the party with a good fuck? top ellie pleaaase 🥵

Ummm… yes 🫡

Sorry for the delay love.

Cw: smut, 69, softdom!Ellie, pussy eating (both), fingering (r!) idk what else lol

Ellie saw you going from left to right and everywhere in your shared room, looking sometimes down to your wrist watch that she gifted you, just cause you mentioned you liked it.

Her body relaxed against the door frame, her eyes wondering all over your body, scanning all the ways you move underneath the very revealing nightgown, your curves highlighted by the dark and thin material, so sheer she could se your nipples poke thorough.

She was pissed to say the least.

First, your friends make sure to leave very clear that you weren’t allowed to bring Ellie to the sleep over.

Well not really… your friend group consisted of your closest friends, the same group the formed around third grade. you went way back, and for the weekend, all of you were at the same place at the same time, a rare occasion giving the fact that you went to different colleges.

When they organized the sleepover at Dinas house the rules were.

1: bring something to drink, thats why there was a Jose Cuervo bottle in your bag.

2: bring something to eat. Thats why there was an apple pie chilling in the kitchen, the house smelled amazing.

3: bring something to share. They really meant something to gossip about, but you had nothing on your plate so you took your can filled weed and a pretty pipe, some cigarettes too.

And last but no least.

No. Plus. Ones.

Only the og’s could be there.

At first to Ellie the plan seemed cute, how long have you guys met, how much you still loved one another.

Until she realized half your friend group is gay, her eyes opened wide. “Babe, you cannot go! There is gonna be gay girls there!” Her voice lowered like she was telling you a secrete and that made you laugh very hard.

Since then she has been trying to convince you not to go. Helping you do extra chores, fixing things around your shared apartment (that you had asked for her help and she was putting them off), bringing you flowers (which wasn’t anything new since she loved to bring you flowers)

Hell she even tried to call your brother for extra help!

Nothing worked.

you missed your friends and you wanted to be there with them, you knew the “gay girls” were no threat to your love for Ellie, they were basically your sisters!

But Ellie was so stubborn, you explained her every single time that she had nothing to worry about, not in the slightest!

And she was about to drop it, until now.

When she entered the room after you asked her to please take the pie off the oven, you had just came out of the shower and she had nothing else to do for the day.

After putting the pie on the counter and making sure the oven was off she walked to you room, messy clothes all over the floor and your hurried form running around it.

Her eyes went dark, lust filled eyes mixed with anger.

“Nothing to worry about? Looking like that?” She was walking up to you slowly, almost careful.

“Is it too much? I bought it and haven’t used it before, thought it was a good idea..” your voice trailed off when she grabbed you harshly by your hips.

Long fingers closing harshly at the plush skin.

“Please ill do whatever, whatever you want, just… let me…” she couldn’t finish her sentence, mouth connecting to your neck, you just looked like a goddess and she couldn’t resist to plead to you.

Knees falling carelessly on the ground, her hands going up and down your bare legs. Her pretty eyes looking from your sinful ones to your delicious core.

She felt delirious, exhausted on the feeling of not having you.

You couldn’t deny her when she looked up at you like that, pretty sprawled legs wanting to close for friction but she wouldn’t.

She knew you liked the view, and so she gave you more.

She peeled her hands, pain struck her cunt. Fingers grabbing the bottom of her tank top and pulling it off her body.

Her tits perking with the cold air of the room and you felt like you were gonna faint.

Her fingertips graced your skin, finally touching you again, no care where she was touching she just needed to be in contact with you.

Your mind was clouded on Ellie, lust filled senses and no other thought but to have her, you needed her.

She tried to stand up but you grabbed a bunch of her hair, she let out a groan as you pull her back down.

Acting like you could have racional thoughts at this moment you looked down to your wrist, pretending to read the time. “I am gonna be late for-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence with her lips latching on your thighs.

Marking and sucking as much as she could, she needed every person in the world to know you were hers.

“Please baby, please, let me taste you, stay the night with me…” she was shifting squirming while pleading you, and how could you not answer to her prayers…

Your hand tangled on her hair pushed her all the way in, lips like feathers tickling you lips covered by a pretty pair of panties than matched the night gown.

She moaned at the sight of your pretty lips tight on your panties, creamy anticipation leaving a wet spot on the fabric, she kissed one time thinking she could go slow with you.

But she couldn’t resist.

Her plump lips wet with your milky essence and she was done for.

Open mouth latching on your pussy, her hot tongue pressing around and sucking at it, but it wasn’t enough.

She hooked one of her fingers on your waist line, looking up at you but before she could ask for permission you spoke.

“Go on baby, please eat me, touch me. Fuck-“

Moany mess under her mouth now latched to your pussy, tongue circling your clit while she humped on the air.

So wet there was a spot forming on her gray sweats.

“Ellie, baby…” your voice was followed by your hand pulling her off your cunt, a desperate groan falling from her lips and you kneeled down to kiss her, she tried to pull you in, but you resisted.

You had a plan.

And she knew. Standing up she took you under your legs, you naturally jumped on her, intertwining your legs at her waist.

She kissed your neck leaving marks and kisses.

Putting you down on the bed while kneeling between your legs.

She looked down at you now, and anger seeped mixing with her lust.

“You slut… you were really gonna go almost naked to a sleep over with you “friends”?” Her voice lowered, you almost closed your legs together, her voice sending waves of heat down to your cunt and it made you buckle up your hips trying to reach her.

“No, ill give you what i want and you are gonna take it okay?” She said with one hand moving to your wrists, keeping them up and kissing you harshly, her demeanor changing.

Her movements were fast, mouth sucking on your tongue, her hips humping on to you and you felt like you were going crazy.

Rough fingers falling to your cunt, inserting the middle one without previous notice.

Spongy walls clenching around her.

And like something snapped on her mind she stopped.

Taking her sweats and boxers off with a swift motion she propped herself on top of you, body facing yours.

Her cunt right on top of your face.

“You are gonna eat me until i tell you to stop” your hands sneakered on her legs, like snakes bringing her closer to your face, she didn’t waste no time to use your pretty mouth to please herself.

Your legs spread on the bed while you squirmed, her cream all over your face and her moans made you almost cum.

She couldn’t resist, the way she could see the glistening wetness pooling on your precious cunt.

One hand fell to your pretty pussy, spreading your lips to watch you, flushed and hot cunt pulsating and gushing for her, you were torturous, her body falling forward while you ate her like a starved woman.

Her lips connected to your cunt again, she was unable to refrain from being there, you were magnetic, and she loved the way you taste.

I was gonna continue this but i hit writers block again :)) gonna go insane.

#ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #lesbian #the last of us #wlw #wlw smut #smut #mean!ellie

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under-the-dirt · 5 months

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I came back for some Christmas stuff. How would the boys react if reader got this for them? (It's $700 at Kohls)

ok this one’s gonna b a bit dif but we’re doing 141 + könig (i don’t understand y ppl b bootyfaces and replace gazzypoo w könig!) lmaooo plus that dino is so fucking cute im in love omghgjgjejssj

pairing: tf141 + könig x gn!reader

tags: fluff!!!! <333 i intended this to be read as if ur dating them and living w them UNDER 13 DNI YOU WILL BE BOILED!!

When you saw the giant dinosaur stuffy at the store, (with a little santa hat!!!), you knew it’d be the perfect gift for your favorite boy!! So, naturally, you bought it and surprised him with it Christmas morning!!

-Price-

Oh how adorable you were. Surprising him with a massive dinosaur stuffed animal, with a little santa hat! You looked so excited, big, wide grin on your face as you sat beside him, stuffed animal beside you.

“And how much was this, sweetheart?” He asks, looking over at you with a smirk.

“You don’t ask how much a gift cost!!”

“Alright then. What should we name him?”

“Hm… John!!” You giggle.

“After me?”

“Of course!!” You squeal, laughing softly. “Do you like it?”

“I love anything from you, darling,” He responds, opening his arm for a hug, which you quickly oblige. Albeit not without tugging the dinosaur down between you both.

-Simon “Ghost” Riley-

”You like it, Sisi?” You giggle, looking up at him with excited, happy eyes.

He glances at you with a smirk and love in his eyes at your adorable, albeit shit-eating grin.

“A dinosaur?” He teases with a chuckle.

“Yes!!” You giggle, pushing it towards him.

“Don’t you think you have enough stuffed animals?”

“Noo!! It’s for you!” You whine, bouncing on the bed.

“You’re too cute, love,” He chuckles, pulling you in and kissing your forehead. You were truly adorable, how did he end up with such a sweet darling?

-John “Soap” Mactavish-

He had no doubt that waking up with you by his side was the best part of his day, but today you were already awake, sitting on your knees beside him with a giant grin on your face. Looking up, he saw a very large dinosaur stuffed animal with a santa hat.

“Oh, what’s this hen?” He coos, sitting up onto his elbows.

“It’s a dinosaur! For you!!”

“Oh, fer me?” He chuckles.

“Yup!” You giggle. God you were adorable. He couldn’t resist just pulling you in for a kiss. You giggled as you braced your hands on his bare chest to kiss him gently, before pulling up and pushing the dinosaur onto him and making smooching noises.

“Hmm.. I much prefer you,” Johnny chuckles, pulling you back to his chest.

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick-

He loved seeing you, his sweet girl, each morning. Today was a real treat, as you were already awake, a massive grin on your face as you sat next to a huge dinosaur plush with a santa hat.

“How cute,” He chuckles, sitting up with a smile. “For me?”

“Yup!!”

“Aww.. An’ what are we namin’ ‘im?” He asks with a warm smile, making you pause and think.

“Kyle!!” You giggle, crawling over to him and laying down in the crook of his arm. “You like it?”

“I love it, baby,” He smiles, gently kissing the top of your head. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

-König-

You were always so adorable, especially now so as you sat beside him with a large dinosaur plush, practically the size of you, and a massive grin on your sweet face.

“Ah, what is this, schatz?”

“A dino!! It’s a christmas gift for you!!”

“For me?”

“Yes!!”

“All cute like you, yes?” He teases, causing you to giggle and blush.

“Do you like it?”

“Very much, mein hase.” He smiles, pulling you to his larger body and kissing your head gently.

“Can I name him king, like you?” You ask sweetly, looking up at him.

“Of course,” He replies with a chuckle, causing you to giggle and smile warmly.

AHHHH this was sm fun!!! imagining them comforting me helps me feel better when everything hurts (istg i have the body of an old man on the inside) BUT anyway i hope you like it!! also, if anyone has any tips on how to write gaz, alejandro, rudy, kreuger, keegan, etc. please tell meeeeeee i wanted to add them (except for gaz i put him in there bc he’s in the task force) BUTTTT i have no idea how to write them

and another thing i love when ppl who speak other languages and have an accent r talking and they say “blah blah blah, yes?” HGAHAHSHSHHDHSH KISS ME anywya uwu ily ghostly

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k-hotchoisan · 6 months

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i looove your page, congrats on 500!!!! would you be able to do #9 for the follower event?

9. Handjob to Jongho or Blowjob to San?

I GOT A GOOD ONE FOR THIS HOL UP!!!

ALSO thank you so much for the praise (keep it coming I got a praise kink Jkjk UNLESS 👀👀👀👀)

ALSO BROSKIS WE’RE HALF WAY THERE oN THE LIST!!!! LIVING IN A ON PRAYER!!!

Where San can’t get his eyes off your lips when you try on the red lipstick he bought for you so he smears it off you in a different way.

Warnings: smut, pwp, SAN’S COCK, blowjobs, San is in a fucking suit (and it’s driving me insane), ruined make up

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff (message me for taglist!)

K’s 500: this or that masterlist here!

San discreetly stares down at you while you apply the lipstick he bought for you, the way the deep red presses smoothly across your plump lips, the way it transfers to your top lip when you press your lips to a thin line, and your lips look even fuller than before. He knows he picked the perfect red to compliment your skin tone but what he failed to factor in was that it made your face too fuckable, and now he’s getting slightly hot and bothered by the way you purse your lips, the way you look even more seductive when you part your lips slightly when you’re checking yourself in the reflection, especially when you’re in your evening dress, shoulders out in that backless dress he also bought for you. He glances at his watch. There’s still time before the dinner, he thinks, so he walks over to you, letting his primal instincts flood his senses when you turn to stare at him with the doe eyes, just asking to be ruined.

“You look ravishing, darling”, he whispers, as his large hands cup your jaw. He doesn’t give you chance to answer before his lips are pressing light, teasing kisses on along your jaw. You giggle at how ticklish it feels, but your breathing grows heavy when he begins nipping on your neck—sucking and biting the exposed tender flesh.

He pulls back, slightly breathless, and you spot wildness reflected in his gaze. But he only dons a smirk before simply saying, “couldn’t help myself if my doll looks like that.”

You return another giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him a peck on your lover’s lips. San barely gives you a second before he stares down at your lips and he’s fully erect. He pulls you in for a deeper kiss, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip, biting and tugging slightly, letting his tongue get tangled with yours as he pulls you onto his lap on the bed.

“S-San, the lipstick’s gonna get ruined”, you panic slightly, but he seals your lips with his, with the knowledge he’d definitely leave smudge marks, but that all the more only riles him up more to ruin it.

“Oh the lipstick is meant to be ruined, baby”, he hums as he licks his lips, staring at the slight smearing at the corner of your lips.

You’re considering the dinner timing now, and San seems to read your mind. “We have still have time. I won’t ruin your dress or make up, doll. I just want to ruin your lipstick with my dick”, he says, letting your hands rest on his god fucking hard-on. It’s too good to resist.

And you know how well San keeps his promises.

Sure enough, you’re on your knees on the plush carpet, giving San’s pretty dick kitten licks, and San’s stroking your hair gently. You hold the eye contact, because you know it drives your man insane when you let him fuck your mouth while you stare up at him, and it fucking does. He groans, his fingers entangled in your hair, making you take more of his length in. You gag, letting the drool pool at the corners of your lips.

“Fuck. This might be new favourite kink,” San mutters, watching the way your lips struggle to go down his length, smearing the pigment along his length. Undoubtedly, the feeling of his fingers gently tugging against your scalp felt borderline euphoric.

“You feel so good, doll”, he groans, watching you bob your head, taking his whole cock in your mouth perfectly. “So fucking perfect.” Your heart and cunt can’t help but flutter at his words.

“Don’t cry, darling. It’ll ruin the mascara”, he reminds you, despite tugging against your hair. He’s fucking relishing at the sight of your lipstick now, completely smudged, some transferring onto his cock, and you looking up at him through your lashes. As promised, he doesn’t fuck your face, because he knows you took way too long on baking your face, but it’s taking him all his self control not to just make you cry. Your muffled groans only makes him push your head deeper in as your eyes roll back at how good his cock feels hitting the back of your throat.

“You’ll be a good girl and take all of my cum, right?” San asks, his grip lightening, and he’s back to stroking your hair. You nod as you look up, your eyes are so glazed and desperate, which makes San chuckle. God, how much he fucking adores you. He loves how much of a good girl you are for him.

San’s face contorts to one of pleasure, as he feels his orgasm about to hit any second, and from the way his cock is twitching in your mouth, you look up once more, soaking in how fucked out your lover looks.

“Fuck. That’s it, doll. So fucking good. I’m cumming”, he grunts, feeling his eyes rolls back, holding your head still as he empties his cum down your tight throat, moaning about how fucking tight your mouth is, how it’s made for his cock just like your cunt, as the saltiness trickles down your throat that you try to take. He gingerly pulls out , jerking from the aftershocks of the orgasm, looking at the way his cock is covered in pretty shades of red smudges and your mouth—barely any remnants of the lipstick left, smudged across your lips and face, only cum and drool leaking past your lips. San really wants to just forgo the dinner just to fuck you and breed you till you’re sore for days on end, but he ultimately decides that being patient reaps the most benefits.

He takes you by your arms and lifts you up, kissing you on the lips. “You did so well, doll”, he hums before he goes over to take two things—wet tissues and the lipstick.

“Don’t move”, he cautions you, as he pats the wet tissue over your mouth, cleaning off the remnants of cum and drool, before he uncaps the lipstick, holding your jaw with his available hand, as he leans in closer to press the pigment onto your swollen lips.

With a smile that reflects yours within that close proximity, San makes a mental note to make sure he completely ruins your make up once the both of you are back from the dinner.

#k’s500thisorthat🌶️#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez smut #smut #ateez fic #kpop smut #choi san smut #Choi san #San ateez #ateez san #choi san x reader #san x y/n #san imagines

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fetchen · 2 months

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★˙ ̟ karen x gretchen/fetchen fluff in which gretchen drives a tired and slightly drunk karen home after the halloween party <3

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as the commotion of halloween night fizzled out and the people began to drain out the front door, karen couldn’t help but cling to gretchen, her energy draining by the minute. she felt herself stumble over her heels with every step, her eyelids fighting the urge to droop.

when the party is ostensibly over, gretchen takes her hand out of instinct, leading her out the door, down the steps, and to her car.

“are you okay to get home?” gretchen asked just a moment before karen nodded while taking a dizzied step forward, her body betraying her pride. gretchen steadied her with gentle hands on her shoulders and a quiet chuckle. “i can drive you.”

with a sigh, karen just mutters, “yes, please.”

gretchen led karen around each dimly lit space to the bathroom, knowing the taller girl’s home like the back of her hand. in front of the room’s rectangular mirror, gretchen reached for the mouse-eared headband atop karen’s head, slowly pulling it up and off of her. after resting it on the marble countertop beside them, she brushed a stray curl from karen’s eyes, giving her a look so soft that it made her exhausted heart flutter.

she couldn’t help but smile as karen resisted sleep, running a cloth underneath warm water. karen squeezed her eyes shut as gretchen dragged the cloth along her face, slowly removing her makeup.

before karen knew it, it’s over and she’s able to flop into her bed, about to close her eyes when-

“you’re not just gonna sleep in your costume, are you?” gretchen asked, placing a hand on karen’s waist. “why not?” karen mumbled into plush blankets.

“c’mon, mama. change really quick.” karen rolled over to face gretchen, pouting before reaching up to be pulled toward her closet.

“gretch,” karen whispered, slowly combing through oversized t-shirts as if her parents were home, “can you stay the night? my family’s gone.” while changing her clothes, she glanced over her shoulder to monitor gretchen’s reaction.

“huh? why?” gretchen asked as karen laid down beside her, draping an arm over her thighs. “i dunno. i just…don’t wanna be by myself,” karen muttered, looking up at gretchen with a sparkle in her eyes that she can’t help but say yes to.

placing a gentle hand atop karen’s head, she just whispered “okay,” as she combed her fingers through the taller’s hair.

gretchen continued to look back at karen tucked under the covers and checking her nails as she fished through various items in karen’s closet.

“hey, kare,” gretchen hesitated for a moment, “can i wear one of your shirts to bed?” karen nodded, mumbling a confirmation. “i dunno why you’re saying that like you don’t wear my stuff already.”

gretchen chuckled to herself, struggling not to make her awkwardness audible.

right. why’d i do that?

a strangely empty silence falls over the two as gretchen begins to undress, removing her black jumpsuit and replacing it with bare legs and a white t-shirt that reeks of karen, her sweet perfume permeating gretchen’s senses.

gretchen walked toward karen’s bed, part of her expecting, hoping that karen would have fallen asleep by the time she arrived. but she hadn’t. somehow, she seemed even wider awake than she was when they first got back.

she took care to attempt to slide underneath the velvet covers with some degree of finesse so as not to disturb karen’s fidgeting. it doesn’t work as well as gretchen hopes, karen craning her head to face her and giving her a heavy smile before squeezing her weakly.

with a sigh, karen’s face became burrowed into gretchen’s clavicle, softly nipping at her skin and bringing gretchen’s heart rate up so high she becomes scared that karen can hear it. she tangled her legs between gretchen’s, a wave of calm rushing over them both, gretchen shifting her focus onto the candle she’d bought for the taller girl a few months before.

“hold my hand, gretch.”

and of course, gretchen concedes.

she can’t help the way their hands fit together so perfectly. she can’t help the way karen’s teeth feel against her neck. she just can’t help that she loves her best friend so much. because god, how could she not?

as karen drifts to sleep, gretchen giggles under her breath, twirling thin strands of her dark hair between her fingers.

“your costume was really cute tonight, kare. we…kinda matched.” gretchen muttered, stringing her thumb along karen’s knuckles. “we did?” gretchen feels karen’s warm breath against her as she asks. “yeah. cat and mouse.” karen takes gretchen in, just for a second.

“hm. that’s so cool,” karen mumbles. “it’s probably, like, meant to be.” she continues, before returning to nibbling at gretchen’s neck.

karen presses gentle kisses to each spot she bit, forcing gretchen to take in deep breaths. and then her eyes widen at the sudden memory that she’d forgotten to buy regina anything for the holiday. and then she remembers, too, that karen is right there next to her- drunk and tired, but still there.

karen’s bed is so comfortable, her body so warm that it pulls gretchen right back to where she is. there with karen, she feels everything melt away.

karen soon falls into sleep, the rhythm of gretchen’s pulse lulling her to rest as she lays on her chest. when gretchen sees karen’s eyes fluttering shut after the long hours she’d spent awake, she allows hers to do the same.

for a few hours in the night, everything will be perfect. everything will be okay. karen is huddled into gretchen’s arms and, god, she looks so beautiful even while she’s struggling to stay awake.

“you should go to bed, gretch,” karen yawns. “you’re so tired.”

karen’s right and gretchen knows it. she never has to chase karen for her to pay attention.

everything’s fine, at least for tonight. and gretchen revels in karen’s warmth, leans into her touch as if she’d been stuck at sea and karen was the one who brought her to shore.

karen was sweeter than the candy they’d collected every halloween for years. for the first time, gretchen thinks that if every halloween can be like this, she loves the holiday just as much as karen does.

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islandofsages · 2 years

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perhaps you should’ve asked...

summary: in which you give in and buy a rex lapis plush.

characters: keqing and zhongli (separate)

tags: gn!reader, no specific relationship between characters and reader but you two live together, reader knows zhongli is rex lapis, fluff + crack, hc + scenario format

warnings: you get so much embarrassment you die none

author's notes: i just wanted to write something fun LOL also i have the rex lapis plush myself so i just thought “haha what if they see me with this thing” so yeah

keqing

when you found out keqing is secretly into rex lapis paraphernalia, you fought the urge to laugh. but that was then. now…you find yourself with a limited edition rex lapis plush. you couldn’t help it - it’s just so adorable you’d spend all your savings on it! fortunately though, you didn’t have to do that

though you then realize that you do not know how keqing would react to you having such a thing. would she be jealous? would she want it for herself? either way, you obviously need to find out her opinion on the plush for…reasons. you totally don’t just want to see her reaction towards you having limited edition geo archon merchandise

so you waltz to your shared home casually with the plush in your arms, you hugging it so tightly that you might squeeze out its stuffing. with a big smile on your face and a catchy hum on your lips, you enter your humble abode

keqing is, unsurprisingly, working in the living room (although you have a study room - you guess that she was simply waiting for you to come home) and she looks up once she hears your footsteps nearing her. she greets you happily but the moment she lays her eyes on the plush, her eyes widen

“i-is that what i think it is?”

you smirk as you nod vigorously in response. she folds her arms and shuts her eyes, assuming a pondering pose. you await her remark excitedly and for your chance to flex your little limited edition plush-

“i…already have that, (y/n).”

you feel your heart sink. then again, you should’ve expected this considering she is the biggest rex lapis fan you know but you suppose you clung onto that small sliver of hope a little too much. you try to reason that you bought it for yourself instead of it being a gift for her and she only snickers in agreement

she pats your back supportively as you sulk on the couch beside her and insists that hey, two is better than one after all; now you have your own and you two don’t have to share! though this does not help with relieving any of your shame but it’s the thought that counts

the next day, you see her hugging both of your plushies. she tells you not to say a word - not to her and not to anybody else. knowing her, you do exactly as she says.

zhongli

oh, now you’ve done it. this is the peak of embarrassment for you; here you are, living with the ex-geo archon himself, and yet…a rex lapis plush with the softest fur you could ever imagine is sitting in your hands. it stares at you cutely with his shut eyes, fast asleep in his own dreamland. how could you ever resist such an adorable little thing?

even then, you decide that you are not going to let him see you with the dragon-and-mini-him. you worry that he may be roaming the very streets you are walking through right now so you rush home, determined to keep this your “dirty'' little secret

the moment you step into your house, you relax and start making your way to your room to stash your little dragon away somewhere safe. where would work, you begin to wonder. would under the bed work? or should you hide him in your personal dresser? or even-

“(y/n)? is that…me?”

you freeze. you turn towards the direction of his voice hesitatingly, your cheeks slowly but surely growing red. there is no way to hide the plush in your arms. but at least there is a way to deny his statement…if you are to use the word “deny” loosely anyway

“y-yes? i mean, no! i mean, technically it’s rex lapis and you know, you’re not the geo archon anymore, you’re just zhongli now, hahahaha…”

you nervously laugh and scratch the back of your head sheepishly with your right hand, your left hand still clutching onto the plush firmly. following suit, zhongli offers a chuckle of his own. your cheeks are flaming red now

“what fine craftsmanship. it is no question that you procured such an item. and you are correct - i am zhongli.”

thankfully enough, he seems to not question it much. you don’t know why you were so worried; zhongli is quite literally one of the most open-minded people you’ve met. and that’s saying something for someone who has lived for centuries. so you breathe out a sigh of relief. until zhongli continues-

“although, if you simply wanted to hug rex lapis, you could’ve merely asked me. i would’ve been happy to oblige. i still am, if i were to be completely honest.”

you’ve had enough. you sink onto the ground out of embarrassment, your knees growing weak under his unintentional tease. he grows concerned and kneels down in front of you to check if you’re okay. and quite frankly, you are not

the plush now sits in your room (“your” as in either your individual room or shared room with him) and when he is ever in the mood to tease you, he will bring up the incident. he knows it always brings a blush to your cheeks.

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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The Promotion

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!oc

characters: jake seresin, fem!oc, the bradshaw family (hlg)

warnings: suggestive, baby fever, pregnancy, holidays, hangman interacting w/ children (yes, this is a warning), gets a little angsty at the end, i’m sorry if i missed any

word count: ~4.2k (again, i got VERY carried away lol)

a/n: this story is inspired by ‘His Little Girl’ (bradley bradshaw x reader) by the lovely @roosterscockpit ( @milesdickpic ) and this is where the bradshaw family is from. also, yes, the oc is based on me lol

this can be read alone, but is a part two to ‘Smart Cookie’

It was finally Christmas Break!

Sarah had two weeks off from school and the squad had landed a two week leave for Christmas as well. Giving them plenty of time to go home to see family.

Jake was loving it, and Sarah was too.

He had let his hair grow out just a bit and didn’t shave as often, having a shadow constantly. Not that she was complaining.

His hair was the perfect length to hold onto and the beard did wonders for her.

Ever since the day they had watched Leia, they could barely stay away from each other…. Or off each other, for that matter.

But there were places and times, and right now was not one of those times.

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Sarah was currently trying to clasp her necklace, but her nails just weren’t cooperating. She huffed and exhaled slowly, trying not to get frustrated over something so small.

“Everything alright over there?” Jake asked, picking up a watch. She sighed and laid the necklace down. “Yeah, my nails just can’t hold the clasp down long enough and I can’t see to hook it.”

He hummed, walking over as he fastened the watch, “You need help?” “Yes, please.” He kissed her head as he reached to pluck the necklace off the counter.

Jake clasped the necklace, kissing her neck afterwards.

He almost left it a that, but the way she relaxed had him planting kiss after kiss on her throat. He also noticed that the necklace was one with a J on it that he got her for their anniversary. That really spurred him on.

He loved people knowing she was his, and she loved to tell people. Whether it be with jewelry, or matching outfits.

Jake gripped her plush hips, pulling her back towards him while he kissed her neck. Her messy bun gave him full access to her neck.

He moved to pull the matching sweater off, but she turned around to stop him.

“Jake, as much as I want to, we will be late if we don’t leave in five minutes. And you hate being late,” she said, her palms flattening on his chest. He shrugged and pulled at the belt loops of her plaid skirt, “We should be in Texas right now, so technically they aren’t expecting us.”

It was true, they were gonna fly to Texas at the beginning of the week to spend half with his family and then drive to spend the second half with her family. But, unfortunately, Texas got some serious snow and all flights to Texas were canceled for two days. So, they decided to just stay in California and FaceTime for Christmas.

“It’s a work party Jake, I’d like to go. Plus they do an awards thing, and I’m up for some of them,” Sarah gave him her best puppy eyes. She had also bought something to match an outfit Jake already had and she would be damned if she didn’t wear it. It took her forever to find a skirt that matched his jacket.

Jake couldn’t resist her puppy eyes, and in the lighting of the bedroom her brown eyes looked almost amber and he was a goner. “Okay, let’s go.” She smiled and kissed him. He sighed into the kiss and pulled her to him again.

*******

“That was great,” Sarah said as she shucked off her black jacket.

Jake chuckled as he closed and locked the door, taking his jacket off as well. “I don’t know, the barbecue was okay. Nothing like Texas though.” She laughed, flopping down onto the couch, “Yeah, it doesn’t hold a candle to your uncle’s restaurant. But the dessert was heavenly!”

He plopped down beside her, pulling her legs up into his lap. “Which dessert?” “The peach cobbler!” He arched a brow, “The peach cobbler that you made?” She propped herself on her elbows, “Are you saying it wasn’t good?” “You know damn well that’s not what I’m saying,” Jake laughed, swatting at her thigh.

Jake slipped off her heels, massaging the soreness out of her feet and ankles.

“Did you have a favorite dessert?” She asked, resting her hands on her stomach. He shrugged, “I didn’t really eat a lot of it.” “Why not?”

He smiled mischievously at the question and shifted to face her, his hands resting on her knees. “Because I had dessert waiting for me at home.”

Before she could say anything, he was pushing her skirt up and pulling her leggings down.

*****

After their little rendezvous on the couch, they decided to go ahead and turn in. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and they were going to Rooster’s for a get together, since they were the only ones that didn’t go home for Christmas.

Sarah was in the en suite bathroom washing her face. Her hair was up in a ponytail and a headband kept it out of her face. She had on one of Jake’s worn out t-shirts and some sweatpants.

From his position on the bed, Jake noticed Sarah messing with the fabric of the t-shirt around her stomach.

He frowned. She often did that when she felt self-conscious, or the shirt felt like it looked too tight. He sat his book down and went over to her.

His arms went around her middle, “Hey, what’s wrong?” She sighed, resting her hands on his and looking at where they connected, “Just feels tight.” Jake pecked her shoulder, “You look beautiful, Honey.” She chuckled, “I just washed all my makeup off.” He met her eyes in the mirror, “I said what I said.” She bashfully looked away, a small sigh leaving her lips.

He turned her around and hoisted her onto the bathroom counter.

One of his hands moved from her waist to cup her cheek, “I mean it. You’re fucking breathtaking.” She smiled as she brought her hands up to scratch his jaw, looking into his eyes and seeing the gold flecks among the green, “So are you.” She pulled him in for a kiss.

It was tender, one where they didn’t have to move fast. It was slow but just as passionate.

After a few moments, they broke apart, eyes still closed as they embraced each other.

“I can’t wait to give you your gift tomorrow. I really hope you like it. I worked hard on it,” Sarah said after a moment of quiet as she looked up at him. “I’m sure I’ll love it. I hope you like yours too,” he kissed her nose. “Leia helped me pick it out.” “I’m sure I’ll love it then, Leia has impeccable taste.” Jake laughed, “We know she doesn’t get that from Rooster.”

Sarah giggled, shaking her head. Jake smiled, taking her headband off and pulling her hair out of the ponytail it was in. He scooped her up and carried her out to the bedroom, flipping the light out on his way. “The man only wears Hawaiian shirts. That’s all that’s in his closet, trust me I’ve seen it.”

She arched a brow at him, “You’ve been in Rooster’s closet?” “He needed a second opinion on a date outfit, okay!” She laughed at his defensiveness. “I’m 99 percent sure that’s what he got Leia for Christmas. The whole family’s gonna match on New Years, I guarantee it.” She laughed again and snuggled into his side.

“I can’t wait to build a family with you, Jake,” she said quietly after her laughter died down, her fingers lacing with his dog tags. He smiled and kissed her forehead, “I can’t either, Baby.”

******

Jake and Sarah woke up and got ready for their evening at Rooster’s.

“I hope you know we’re wearing matching pajamas to Rooster’s.” She said as she slid the cookie tray into the oven. Jake paused with his coffee mug to his mouth, “What?” “You heard me,” she laughed, closing the door and tossing the oven mitt onto the counter.

Hangman groaned, throwing his head back. He had to wear matching pajamas when he was a kid, and he hated it. They were always itchy and either didn’t provide any heat or felt like a damn sauna..

Sarah laughed, she had seen the photos plenty of times. She was grateful that the matching sets were done away with, and it was just a general match. Same print pants and the same color t-shirt was usually the go to.

“Jake, I’m not gonna make you wear a fuckin’ onsie, calm down,” she laughed, moving to the cooling tray and snatching a cookie. “It's just a simple pair of red plaid pants and black t-shirts,” nothing too crazy.” She paused, “Oh and fuzzy socks.”

He dramatically exhaled, “You scared me for a second, Darlin’.” He sat his mug down and went over to her.

His arms caged her into the corner of the counter. He leaned down and kissed her lips, tasting the chocolate there. “I thought those were for tonight?” He teased, the words humming against her lips.

She picked up one and handed it to him, “It can be our little secret.”

Jake bent forward and snatched the cookie with his teeth, maintaining complete eye contact while doing so.

Until the cookie crumbled and his entire demeanor changed and he hurried to catch the pieces.

“Charming,” she teased, arching an eyebrow at him.

He shoved the pieces into mouth, “You love me.” She hummed, bringing her thumb up to wipe away the chocolate at the corner of his mouth, “You are very certain of that, aren’t you?” “As certain as I am about my flying skills,” he smirked, but his eyes trailed down to her lips as she wrapped them around her thumb to lick the chocolate off.

She gave him a sly smile before ducking under his arm.

“You can’t just do that and walk away!”

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When they pulled into Rooster’s driveway, Leia was running outside and to Jake’s side of the truck.

“Vapor!” Jake shouted when he opened the door. “Uncle Jakey!” She clambered up and into his lap, her curls bouncing under her Santa hat. She practically tackled him into a hug, causing him to laugh when he hit the backrest.

Sarah giggled to herself as she got out of the truck.

“Excuse me! Ma’am, get your ass back in this vehicle,” Jake said, climbing out of the truck with Leia still attached to him. He rounded the front as Sarah rolled her eyes and hoisted herself back into the vehicle and closed the door.

She knew better than to fight him on this. She learned that on their first date.

He opened the door, offering her a hand. She took it and stepped down. Jake turned his head to look at Leia, “When you get older, if a man doesn’t open doors for you- tell me or your daddy and we’ll set him straight. Understand?” Leia nodded, “Understood.” Her nod was accompanied by a little salute.

Sarah smiled at the two, one hand on her stomach as one reached out to push hair behind Leia’s ear. “Are you excited to open some gifts tonight, Little V?” She nodded and patted Jake’s shoulder to tell him she wanted down.

Jake moved to the backseat grabbing the gifts while Sarah picked up Leia and carried her into the house. “I really think you’re gonna like Uncle Jake’s gift, Aunt Sarah,” Leia whispered in her ear. Sarah smiled and looked at her, “You think so, Vapor?” She nodded, “I helped him pick it out!”

Leia’s face became serious, “But I’m not gonna tell you what it is.” Sarah laughed, “Darn it! That was gonna be my next question!” She tickled Leia’s tummy a little bit, making the girl laugh and squirm away from her.

When they stepped in the door, Alyssa and Rooster were meeting them.

Sarah put Leia down to give them each a hug, “Hey guys!” “Hey, I’m so glad you guys could make it!” Alyssa smiled as she moved to hug Jake. “Thank you for having us!” Jake and Rooster bro-hugged. “Of course Hangman.”

Leia pulled at Jake’s pant leg, “Uncle Jake, let’s go put presents under the tree!” She grabbed his hand and he let her lead him to the living room.

“We were just finishing up getting stuff set up,” Alyssa said, walking toward the kitchen. Sarah nodded following her, “I’ll help you.” Rooster shook his head, but before he could speak piano notes filled the house.

Sarah smirked, “I think Vapor girl beat you to the piano, Roo.”

From the living room Jake can be heard saying, “I think you’re better than Rooster.” Which, in turn, prompted Rooster to march into the living room.

The two girls laughed, shaking their heads at the two pilots' antics and going to the kitchen.

When they got to the kitchen, they got everything set up. “Shit I left the cookies with the presents,” Sarah cursed under her breath as she threw her head back. “Jake!” “Yeah babe?” “Can you bring me the cookies? They should have been with the gifts!”

It was silent for a second.

Then little socked feet were heard and Leia came in with the container, “Here ya go Aunt Sarah!” “Thank you honey.” She smiled and then ran back into the living room.

Once they got it set up, they relaxed before calling the other three in.

“You wanna drink?” Alyssa offered. But when she didn’t receive an answer, she turned and saw Sarah deep in thought. “Hey, you okay?”

Sarah blinked, humming in confusion before answering, “Oh yeah, I’m good. Just got lost in my thoughts for a second.” Alyssa nodded, “Oh okay.” She gestured to the fridge, “Did you want anything?” “What do you have?” “Rooster’s nasty ass beer, there’s wine in the cabinet. Then juice boxes and water.” “Water would be great.”

She handed her a bottle, “There ya go.” “Thank ya ma’am.” “Of course.”

They sat in silence for a moment.

“Oh how’d that doctor’s appointment go? Everything okay?” Sarah nodded, one hand coming to rest on her stomach again, playing with the fabric.

Alyssa picked up on that and nearly dropped her drink, “Wait, are you- OH MY GOD-” Sarah shushed her, laughing a little at her enthusiasm. “Yes, I am. But it’s a secret for now so keep it on the downlow, please.” Alyssa nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course.” She gave her a quick hug, “How far along are you?” “Six weeks, today, actually.” She laughed, “Bradley was not kidding about that baby fever.” Sarah laughed and shook her head, “No, no he was not.”

They shared the moment a little longer, talking about Alyssa’s experience when she was pregnant with Leia and how Sarah planned to coach as she progressed in her pregnancy, then what she planned to do after the baby was born.

After that they called the boys and Leia into the kitchen, Gunner trotting dutifully by Leia’s side.

******

When they finished eating and catching up, they moved to the living room to open gifts.

Leia sat on the floor with Rooster and Hangman, Gunner was in Bradley’s lap, with Sarah and Alyssa on the couch. “Who’s first?”

Jake reached over and grabbed a present, “This one’s for Vapor.” He smiled and gave her the box, “This one’s from me and Aunt Sarah.” Leia giggled and grabbed the box, tearing into the wrapping paper to reveal a box.

She shook it a little, the bottom falling into her lap as she tossed the top over her head. A little gasp left her mouth and Sarah and Jake smiled at each other. “What is it?” Bradley asked, looking over Leia’s shoulder. “Oh that’s fucking cool.”

“Let me see, hold it up honey,” Alyssa said, scooting to the edge of the couch. Leia smiled and held up her gift.

It was a green bomber jacket, like the one she’s seen her Papa Mav wear a lot. It had a name patch that read “Vapor” and underneath it was her name. Her squadron patch said “Junior Dagger” and she had a Star Wars patch on one of the sleeves. Along with a new pair of aviators and a plane necklace.

“That’s so cute! Where did you guys find that?” Alyssa asked, looking between the couple. Sarah smiled, “Jake found a customizer online and ordered the patches. We found the jacket at Target and one of my friends is the Home Ec teacher, she was more than willing to do the patches.”

Leia jumped up and nearly knocked Jake to the ground in a hug, “Thank you!” She ran over and hugged Sarah, “Thank you! I love it!” She smiled, “I’m glad!”

****

They opened a few more gifts.

Jake had gotten Rooster a Christmas themed Hawaiian shirt.

The exchange went something like this:

“Really?” “I’ve been in your closet, Roo! You have one for just about every holiday, except Christmas! I thought it was about time you- DON’T THROW WRAPPING PAPER AT ME!”

They then proceeded to have a paper ball fight for 10 minutes.

Bradley and Alyssa got a photo album for all their new adventures as a family. Jake and Sarah got matching tumbler cups with his having his call sign and hers having the honorary name the squad gave her.

Everyone had moved to the floor.

Alyssa had her back to Bradley’s chest and he leaned back against the couch. Jake and Sarah were playing with Leia and Gunner.

“They'll make such great parents one day. Just look at them,” Bradley whispered, his chin resting on her shoulder. Alyssa fought the urge to blurt out the intel she had required only a few hours ago, and she just smiled. “Yeah, yeah they will.”

As they played, Leia whispered in Jake’s ear, “Uncle Jake, is it time?” His eyes quickly cut over to Sarah, seeing her playing with the dog. He looked back at Leia, “Yeah, it’s time.” Leia giggled and went over to Sarah, grabbing a toy off the ground.

“Aunt Sarah, can I show you the tricks Gunner can do?” Sarah sat back on her heels, “Of course you can, honey!” Leia proceeded to make him sit, lay down, shake, roll over, etc.

Behind them, Jake was digging in his pocket. He caught Bradley’s eyes and he nearly panicked, then his fingers hit the velvet. Jake nodded to Bradley and Bradley pulled out his phone, opening his camera.

Leia noticed Jake moving behind Sarah and she smiled before throwing the toy and making Gunner fetch it. “Oh, that was so good! Good job, Vapor girl!”

Sarah turned to ask Jake if he had seen it but Jake wasn’t to her right anymore, “Jake, did you- Where’d you go?” He chuckled, “Turn just a little more.” She did, turning completely around.

When she did, she gasped, and one hand came to cover her mouth and the other was used to brace herself on the floor.

Behind her, on one knee, was Jake holding a small black velvet box with a gold ring inside.

After the shock wore off, Sarah sat back on her heels but didn’t bother to wipe the tears from her face.

Jake opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the words he had practiced in the mirror for weeks. He chuckled, tears lining his own eyes, “Damn it, I had this whole speech planned- and it’s all just-” He whistled, “Gone.” She giggled a little bit, shuffling a little closer.

“Don’t think, just do, Uncle Jake,” Leia said from her position in her mother’s lap, making them all laugh.

“Thanks V.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t know where to start, so I’m just gonna talk until something sticks-” “You’re good at that,” Sarah quipped, giggling as she used her shirt to dab at her eyes.

He chuckled, and pointed at her, “That, that right there, God I love that. You- God, Sarah you just- you put up with me. There I said it. I know that I’m hard to deal with, sometimes I bring Hangman home with me and it can be a lot. But you take it in stride and you put me in my place when I need it. I love walking in and smelling fresh baked goods, or hearing you yell at the game on the TV. I want to come home to that and so much more for as long as you’ll have me. Will you marry me?”

Within seconds of the words leaving his lips, they were met by hers. Mumbling ‘yes’s as tears mixed together and peppermint chapstick was smeared.

His hand blindly pulled the ring out of the box and found her hand, sliding the ring on her finger.

“Take a look, Baby,” his voice was low as he spoke against her lips before he pulled back and held her hand up. Her eyes left his, but his never left her face. He wanted to watch every microexpression.

While he hated to see her cry, he couldn’t deny the way the tears magnified the details of her irises and made her absolutely breathtaking, especially in the light of the Christmas tree. He loved her full lips, but he adored the way she’d pull both between her teeth to hide the quiver as the corner quirked up slightly.

Sarah exhaled shakily, “It’s beautiful.” Jake smiled and kissed her fingertips, “I’m glad you like it.” She looked back into his eyes, “Leia helped you pick this out?” He nodded, “Did a good job didn’t she?” “It’s perfect.”

She turned to Leia, opening her arms, “Come here, V.” The little girl giggled and ran into her arms, “So you like it?” Sarah squeezed her, “I love it.” She let her go, letting Leia go back to her mom’s lap, and turned back to Jake, giving him another kiss.

“I’ve got something for you too.” She looked at Rooster, “Keep recording.” She crawled over to the tree, grabbing the box with Jake’s name on it.

Jake sat and crossed his legs, making grabby hands at the box. “You talked this up, so it better be good.” Sarah laughed and leaned on her arm, “Just open it.” She glanced over and made eye contact with Alyssa, sending her a wink and watching her eyes widened.

“What do we have here?” Jake drawled, bringing their attention back to him. He pulled out a picture frame. “Looks like an award.” “Read it, Bagman,” Bradley said, eager to know what it said and what that wink was about.

Jake laughed as his eyes scanned the words. “Congratulations! You, Jake Thomas Seresin, have been granted a promotion?” He looked up at Sarah, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Keep going Sweetheart.” He licked his lips and kept reading, “You are being promoted from Lieutenant to…” His voice trailed off as his eyes widened, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Are you serious?” Sarah nodded and smiled, eyes watering a little.

Jake didn’t waste a second dropping the frame onto the carpet and pulling Sarah into his lap and letting happy tears fall onto her shoulder. “Thank you…”

“What does it say?” Rooster asked in a whisper, slightly confused by the reaction. Alyssa leaned forward and gently picked up the frame, holding it as Bradley read it. He mumbled the beginning, nodding along as he read. “You’re being promoted from Lieutenant to… Dad.” Rooster’s head jerked up to the couple embracing in his living room, down to the frame and back again.

“Holy shit!” Bradley stopped recording and took the frame to sit it on the couch.

Sarah and Jake pulled apart and looked over at him, laughing at his enthusiasm. Congratulations were spoken and hugs were given.

“Wait…” Leia’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet, drawing the attention to her. “Does this mean you’re gonna forget about me?”

Jake and Sarah shook their heads, each of them grabbing one of her hands. “Oh sweet girl,” Sarah pushed a curl behind Leia’s ear. “No, we will never forget you.” Jake’s thumb rubbed back and forth on the back of her hand, “I don’t think it’s possible to forget you.” Leia sniffled, “But when you have your baby, you won’t have time for me… And you’ll forget about me.” Tears slipped down her cheeks.

Sarah used her thumb to wipe them away. Jake sighed, “Leia, I’m not gonna promise that we’ll always have time. But I can guarantee that we will never forget you and that we will still love you. And it’s okay if you need time to adjust.” She nodded, pulling her hands away to wipe her eyes. She hugged them. “We love you, Vapor girl.” “I love you too.”

Leia yawned and rubbed her eyes as she pulled back.

Alyssa sat up. “I think it’s time for you to get to bed, that way we can be up early for when Papa Mav comes over.” Leia nodded and raised her arms to be picked up. “I’ll be right back.”

When she came back a few minutes later, they sat and talked for a few minutes.

“You know, ‘Daddy Jake’ has a ring to it,” Bradley said, sipping on his hot chocolate and sending a wink Hangman’s way. Jake groaned, laughing as he pinched his nose, “Rooster, you can’t just say things like that.”

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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Fall-Themed Dates with Itzy 🎃🍁🍄

A/N: This request actually came in very recently, and I didn’t mean to ignore all the requests I have from much earlier! BUT it’s October now and I’m just in such a cozy mood 🥺 So I’m JUST SAYING if you want a request written ASAP, I would request something fall-themed 😉

Yeji: Pumpkin Patch

She was so excited. She was decked out in her autumn attire: a knitted beanie, an army green waistcoat, knee high socks, and boots 🧡

(She wanted to wear heels but you told her the pumpkin patch was muddy like a good partner :))

She led the way through the fields, examining each pumpkin to find her perfect match 🎃

They were all either too tall, too skinny, too dirty, or too lumpy! You giggled at her pickiness as she cast several aside

Finally, at the end of the patch, you struck gold! 💛 She found three beautiful pumpkins, smiling brightly and cheering as she crouched down to rip off the vines. She was adorable, trying to carry all three of them out at the same time. You chuckled and insisted on taking one.

On the way out you bought her a hot apple cider from a little stall 🍎

When you guys got home you immediately set to work carving them. She made hers into a cat face, and you made yours into the classic jackolantern. The third one was just left as it was, and all three went out in the doorstep!

You also picked out a few gourds to lay beside them!

Lia: Baking Cookies

You came home from work with a mysterious grocery bag under your arm, and Lia couldn’t resist her curiousity as she asked you about its contents.

You whipped out a box of sugar cookies with pumpkins on them and a bag of chocolate chips, telling her that you wanted to bake with her to relieve some of your mutual stress 🧡

She cheered happily and ran to get your custom aprons. Hers was red gingham and yours was black and white stripes.

The sugar cookies were easy to make, being that they just needed to be thrown in the oven. While they were baking, the two of you set to work on the chocolate chip cookie dough 🍪

You took turns adding in the ingredients, teasing each other when you added too much or too little 🥰 Soon you had two full sheets of cookies ready to go in the oven!

While they baked, you rested on the couch, playing some cozy records and telling each other about your days at work 💛

Once they were done, you poured two large glasses of chocolate milk and brought some out to her on a plate. The rest would be given to the girls and your coworkers tomorrow :)

She insisted that the two of you made the best cookies, and that you needed to “stress bake” more often 🧡

Ryujin: Cozy Movie Marathon

You were both clad in plaid pajama pants and fuzzy socks, cuddled up on the couch waiting for the movie to start.

It was late at night, you both had the weekend off from work and were determined to stay up to watch cozy movies together!

In your queue were movies like Beetlejuice, Hocus Pocus, Practical Magic, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands, and The Addams Family. (I’m sorry if you’re not familiar with these, I only really know about American spooky movies, and I know Ryujin likes a few Western films 🥺)

Between you was a big bowl of a snack mix she saw on tiktok that she’d been wanting to try. It had popcorn, chocolate covered pretzels, peanut m and ms, and candy corn 😋 (if you’re from the midwest like i am, then you’d throw in some puppy chow 😉)

She was laying on top of you, head curled up on your chest with her arms around your neck… your own arms were slung around her waist holding her tightly, and you’d give her an occasional kiss on the forehead 🧡 There was a plush blanket on top of you, and it was just so warm and cozy with the heater going…

Your plans to stay up late were dashed when you both fell asleep halfway through the third movie. But it didn’t matter. You were happy just being together. Plus, you had the whole weekend to finish your list of movies 😌

Chaeryeong: Bookstore

You knew that Chae had been waiting for a date in the city. The weather was perfect, a little chilly but still warm enough to go out. So, as soon as you both had a day off, you woke her up and told her to get ready :)

She wore a cute blazer and turtleneck combo with a skirt and tights. Her tote bag was slung over her shoulder and her hair was down in loose waves. She decided to put on some red lipstick too since it was a special occasion 🥰

You took the subway into the city and immediately set off for your adventure 🧡

You came across a quaint little bookstore that you had never seen before, and decided to go inside.

It was the cutest little shop! There were fairy lights and amber leaf garlands adorning the ceiling, and it smelled like cinnamon and apples 🍎

Chae pulled you the rest of the way in, excitedly running through the aisles of books until she found some that interested her.

Once you had picked out your books, you took her up to the checkout counter and noticed they sold a few crystals and stickers. You both picked out a few and then payed :)

You then decided to buy her a warm drink at the coffee shop across the street. You both decided to be basic and get pumpkin spice lattes, laughing at yourselves and taking pictures with them for social media 💛

You both enjoyed each other’s company, curled up in the little seating area in front of a fireplace. You each flipped through your new books and drank your coffee, so glad you decided to go into the city 🥰

Yuna: Sweater Shopping

All of your summer clothes were getting too chilly, so you decided to go thrift shopping with your girlfriend 🧶

She looked so pretty in her cream colored trench coat and jeans, high heeled boots clicking on the floor as she roamed the aisles.

Of course, with her amazing taste, she ended up finding most of the cute sweaters for you! You ended up with a big pile of white, maroon, pumpkin, evergreen, navy blue, mocha, and black colored sweaters in all kinds of patters 🧡

You of course bought her a few cute tops she liked :) She tried to refuse but you insisted since she had helped you so much!

Once you were home and had washed all the sweaters, you gave her a little fashion show! You strutted out into the living room modeling each piece, striking pose after pose. Yuna clapped and whistled at each one, telling you that you looked so cute and cozy 🥰

In fact, you looked so adorable that she couldn’t resist tackling you down into her lap to attack you with kisses!

A few days later, she insisted that you had to go out again so you could show off your new drip ✨ You wore her favorite one, which was the maroon one :)

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years

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Congrats on hitting 1k followers! ❤ I really like your fics and this time I was thinking about Evie Frye and female assassin reader with the prompt ❝you’ve stolen my heart, the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it❞.

notes: I aspire to be a beacon for the queer women of the AC fandom, have some Evie Frye content y'all

pairing: Evie Frye x Reader

word count: 1k

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You've stolen my heart

You tried your best to not fuss over all the arrangements. You were sitting upon the rooftop on a blanket and a few cushions that were borrowed from the hideout, an array of little dishes of snack foods laid out on little plates and a cake that you had already sliced. The place was lit up by a few pillar candles that flickered slightly, this area being very sheltered from the wind on this warm summer night.

You had invited your colleague, friend and crush to meet you here this evening just after sunset. Evie Frye had quickly become the centre of your world since she arrived here in London and you couldn’t bear waiting a moment longer to tell her just how hard you had fallen for her. She was so interesting, intelligent, beautiful and dedicated – you admired her deeply. You had bought her a bouquet of red camellias, carnations and roses. By the end of this evening, the array of reds would either represent a blooming love or your heart carved from your chest. That would be Evie’s decision alone.

Feet sliding on stone reached your ears along with light grunts before said assassin climbed over the ledge of the rooftop. You quickly rose to your feet to greet her and her eyes fell to the display laid out in this private little area before her gaze met yours.

“You came! I’m glad.” You greeted her with a smile and she stole another glance at the little meal set up behind you again, a smile teasing her plush lips.

“Of course I did!” She replied, “You made it sound so mysterious that I could hardly resist.” She was a fan of mystery, this much you knew and it was a joy that you both indulged in together, reading ghost stories to one another in the dead of the night when neither of you could sleep, huddled around an oil lamp in your nightdresses and sharing a blanket across your laps.

“I knew you’d like it.” You gestured for her to sit and closed the lid of the basket that you had carried everything up here in, concealing the flowers. The bouquet was chosen to convey a specific message to her, one that you knew she would understand after all the books and newspaper clippings you had read together about the language of flowers. “I got as many of your favourites as I could.” You said, gesturing to the little plates of various foods, many of them sweets. As much as Evie didn’t seem the sort, she actually had a rather ravenous sweet tooth, something you found quite adorable whenever she would reach for an extra biscuit to dip into her tea or slather just enough jam across a scone for it to be considered excessive.

So, the two of you ate together in the candlelight, the sounds of the city blurring into a white noise as you chatted and laughed together, the two of you holding your sides and swiping away tears at one point as Evie was telling you all about Jacob’s unfortunate day at the fight club when he was cocky enough to dedicate a fight to a beautiful woman in the crowd before having his ass handed to him. By the time most of the cake was gone and the plates were but covered in crumbs, your eyes made their way back to the basket and its closed lid.

“I have a present for you, by the way.” You spoke once the conversation died down, drawing Evie’s attention away from where she had been looking across the lights of the city, made to look foggy by the smog of the factories.

“Oh, you’ve already spoiled me enough.” She spoke humbly but you could see the flash of curiosity in her eyes as they flickered to the basket for a moment.

“I…” You took in her hazel eyes and freckled face, the way the parts of her hair by her temples that had escaped from the braids flowed in the slight breeze, how the candlelight danced across her delicate features. She was leaning on one hand with her legs folded to one side, the position accentuating the curve of her waist in an enticing manner. “I hope that it can tell you the things that I cannot seem to do with words.” You swallowed hard, “You’re so very dear to me, Evie and I don’t want to r…” With trembling fingers, you took in a deep breath and opened the basket, taking out the red bouquet and handing it over.

Evie’s eyes went wide in wonder as she carefully took it from you, examining each flower to decode it and appreciating the arrangement of the array of reds. She didn’t say a word as her fingertips caressed the petals and it unnerved you to no end. “Evie…” You began, finally prying her attention away from your coded confession, “You’ve stolen my heart, the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.” When hearing you actually say it, she took in a small, sharp breath and the bouquet was set aside carefully on the blanket. You were terrified.

“Come here.” She beckoned you over and you shuffled to be by her side. Her hand came up to cup your cheek and you could feel the callouses on her palm as her hazel eyes searched yours, “I intend to look after it for as long as it beats.” She whispered, eyes dropping to your lips and seeming to fight to stay meeting your eyes but she could not win such a battle. You slowly narrowed the distance between her, giving her the chance to back out if she was unsure but she leaned in with you until there was no longer a gap and your lips met her soft ones in the sweetest kiss. Your hands went up to cup her jaw as her other hand came up to tangle gently in your hair. The kiss was slow and sweet and yet you felt just as breathless as if it had been heated and passionate when you pulled away.

You grinned at how bright and warm your future suddenly looked.

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Me again! Ehehe

I've been thinking about female!Yuanzhi 🍋🌶

Fam. I love it when we are working on some kind of same wavelength 🥰

Tags: Gong Shangjue x Gong Yuanzhi, Rule 63!Yuanzhi, Cheating, Stepmother Yuanzhi, Stepson Shangjue, Come Play, Creampie, Breeding Kink

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The feel of her skin is velveteen smooth and Shangjue can’t look away from the obedient way her thighs fall open at the slightest nudge of his knee between hers.

There’s no resistance to the way she welcomes him and the thought that he’s staked his claim on her in every single way that counts thrills and delights him.

Yuanzhi is the devil wrapped up in a daydream and Shangjue is her most ardent worshipper.

The tv is put on to that Kardashian show, volume set to a low hum in the background. The living room windows let in only the molasses thick summer heat. They really should move this somewhere with a door and a lock, but Shangjue knows his little whore has probably been aching for something to fill her up since she woke up on her powder pink sheets this morning.

Why else would she not be wearing any panties under the sundress that Shangjue had bought her?

“Be quiet if you don’t want to wake him up.”

Yuanzhi licks her petal soft lips, running a line of spit over his thumb in her mouth, drawing him in as she reaches down to pull the hem of her dress higher, showing off her slender form and soft belly, hitching her hips to bare her naked pussy.

This surprises Shangjue and he can’t say he’s not pleased. “For me?”

Pulling his thumb out of her mouth, he kneels between her thighs, hooking her legs over his shoulders. Pushing back her pussy lips, he takes his time to touch and feel, leaning in without needing any confirmation of consent to taste, mouthing at Yuanzhi’s secret flower, licking, dipping his tongue to taste and trace.

Shangjue licks in deep, chasing the taste of his own seed that he’d fucked into her the night before.

He hasn’t meant to, but in his defence, the condom had broke when he’d been caught up in the dirty talk she’d whispered in his ear about how she can’t wait for him to fuck her raw and breed her good.

Well, that’d happened earlier than anticipated.

She’d passed out cold, twitching on her bed, and Shangjue couldn’t bear to wake her to tell her how the wetness leaking out of her is more than just her own slick.

He’d cleaned her out as best he could then snuck off back to his own bed.

This morning when he’d sat at the dining table, all he’d thought about when he saw his young step-mom bounce in to drop a kiss to his dad’s cheek and a cheery, knowing good morning to him, was how much he wanted to rail her on the tile floors of the kitchen space and pack her full of his cum.

And now they were here.

Dad’s asleep upstairs. Knocked out cold after his eight hour red eye, shuffled along by the sleeping pill he snuck along the cocktail of vitamins his dad takes.

And here he was, fucking Yuanzhi raw, swallowing every weak sound of protest with his lips. Reaching down the front of the dress, he frees her breast, squeezing and thumbing at her nipple. She pulses around his dick. He feels his mind fuzz out at the way she digs her blood red nails into his scalp, dragging him in.

There’s no lie in the way she bounces back against each and every single one of his brutal thrusts. Pussy gripping him tight, Shangjue thinks he does a little death at the way she squirts, making a mess between them while she makes little punched out moans as he screws her into the plush family sofa. Right where his dad likes to sit.

“Shangjue…” She slurs, drool slick lips parting on a sigh. Her eyes roll to the back of her head when he pushes in deep the way she likes it. “Shangjue ah…!”

God, she’s perfect.

He has taken her in the backseat of his car, fucking her out by the playground two streets over. She has damn near sucked his brains out through his dick in the changing rooms by the beach. He has blown her back out in the mall toilets. Yuanzhi has even let him finger her in the cinema during a trip to the city where they’d spent a weekend pretending that they’re a normal couple in love.

“Shangjue, I’m close…”

She’s barely older than himself. A pretty virginal thing his dad had picked up from the secretarial pool. The same young thing that had obediently held herself open and let Shangjue fuck her in her wedding dress mere minutes before she was to walk down the aisle to his dad, then again in the honeymoon suite while his dad was blind out drunk from the wedding wine.

He had promised himself that it was only a momentarily lapse of judgment.

That had last for as long as it took for him to fuck her in the airport toilet before they left on their honeymoon.

Shangjue kisses her, humping her heat as she rides out her climax. Chasing his own high, he tangles their tongues together, licking in until he runs up against the backs of her teeth.

Her weak sobs are like the sweetest sounds and Shangjue comes to the sight of the tears in her eyes.

He pulls out of her and winces when he spies the thick drool of come that oozes out of her pulsing hole.

“Sorry…” He mumbles. Startled when Yuanzhi merely giggles.

Shangjue is only a bit dumbfounded when she tugs him down to sit and throws her leg over his hips, straddling him. With another kiss, she reaches back, throwing her head back when she rocks her pussy over his half hard length, making a bigger mess between their bodies.

“It’s about time I get a baby in me,” She purrs, curling her fingers around Shangjue’s neck. “Are you ready to be a daddy?”

Shangjue feels himself throb against her in response.

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