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#denny's#restaurant#grand slamwich#grand slam breakfast#coffee#oreo milkshake#food#gif#gifs#strawberry pancake puppies#bacon#pancakes#eggs#hash browns
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Denny's East Las Vegas, Nevada
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𝆬 ࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⸳ 𝆬 ࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⸳
#puppies#chaeyoung#moodboard#what makes you think im not in love?#i love her#pancakes#strawberries#loveofmylife
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Just Us - Series List
Y/n is a multimillionaire. Wanda Maximoff is a divorced mum of two twin boys who is trying her best. What happens when their paths cross at a club and Y/n takes Wanda home for the night?
Warnings: This story is an 18+ read, Minors DNI, contains talks and description of Death, Accidents, Injury, Child Loss, Abuse (Physical and Emotional), Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Suggestive themes, Smut (Each Chapter With Themes Explained), Angst (Lots of It), And Some Fluff Thrown in because I felt bad. Top Reader, Bottom Wanda
Each chapter will come with their own warnings.
This is a story that I have put up on my Wattpad and my Ao3 and thought I would share it here for more of you wonderful people. I do hope you enjoy this read. There will be mistakes here and there and maybe some incorrect translations.
So this is an AU story with the MCU characters. So the ages and story lines with be changed and different from that in the movies.
I will right some history for each character as the story progresses just so ages and other things make sense.
All the Character's in this are played by their respective actors and certain aspects of the MCU have been added in. But once again its not going to be an alternative marvel story it is a completely different universe.
I don't own any if the MCU characters.
Master List
Chapter List
Chapter 1 - Yours or Mine
Chapter 2 18+ - First Time
Chapter 3 - How Much
Chapter 4 18+ - Beautiful
Chapter 5 - Accent
Chapter 6 - The Twins
Chapter 7 - Just Add 8
Chapter 8 - Panic Attack
Chapter 9 - Sounds Like A date
Chapter 10 - Happy Tears
Chapter 11 - Twenty Percent
Chapter 12 - Favourite Colour
Chapter 13 - Ex-husbands Clothes
Chapter 14 18+ - Trust is Not Like Candy
Chapter 15 - Morning Bliss
Chapter 16 - Sisterly Advice
Chapter 17 - Lunch Date
Chapter 18 - Not By Blood, By Choice
Chapter 19 18+ - Frozen Peas
Chapter 20 - Scarlet Witch
Chapter 21 - Iron Man
Chapter 22 18+ - Love Language
Chapter 23 - The Friends
Chapter 24 - Hela's Kitchen
Chapter 25 - The Question
Chapter 26 - From Second To First
Chapter 27 - Mr Blue Sky
Chapter 28 - Protective Friend
Chapter 29 - It's Real To Me
Chapter 30 - Pile On
Chapter 31 18+ - Water Fight
Chapter 32 - Head Scratches
Chapter 33 - Billy's Discovery
Chapter 34 - Superhero Trio
Chapter 35 - Pancakes and L Bombs.
Chapter 36 - 10 Out Of 10 Dive
Chapter 37 - Tickle Monster
Chapter 38 - Sarah Stark
Chapter 39 - Love Persevering
Chapter 40 - First Meeting
Chapter 41 - Hear, Listen, Take It In
Chapter 42 - Touch
Chapter 43 - Mockingbird
Chapter 44 - Family
Chapter 45 - Search Party
Chapter 46 - Bowl Of Popcorn
Chapter 47 - Pet Names
Chapter 48 - Trying Something New
Chapter 49 - French Braids
Chapter 50 - Not Taking Advantage
Chapter 51 - To Understand Someone
Chapter 52 - The Row
Chapter 53 - I Need You
Chapter 54 - Your Flaws Are Your Strengths
Chapter 55 - Jealousy
Chapter 56 - I Can't Be Here
Chapter 57 - Stephanie Grace Turner
Chapter 58 - Zak The Waiter
Chapter 59 - Declarations
Chapter 60 - Clingy
Chapter 61 - Triple Chocolate Brownies
Chapter 62 - Watch Me
Chapter 63 - Grown-Up Conversations
Chapter 64 - A+
Chapter 65 - Dynamic
Chapter 66 - You Don't Get It
Chapter 67 - Conditioned
Chapter 68 - Selachimorpha
Chapter 69 - Beed Stroganoff
Chapter 70 - Ruby-Throated Hummingbird
Chapter 71 - Realisations
Chapter 72 - Princess
Chapter 73 - The Talk
Chapter 74 - Black Widow
Chapter 75 - Can I Join You
Chapter 76 - Люли, люли, люленьки
Chapter 77 - Moose
Chapter 78 - Aurora Borealis
Chapter 79 - Calgary
Chapter 80 - Mirror
Chapter 81 - Massage and Important Conversations
Chapter 82 - Banff
Chapter 83 - Strawberries
Chapter 84 - Bayushki Bayu
Chapter 85 - Cookies
Chapter 86 - Control
Chapter 87 - Hyper Puppy
Chapter 88 - Treehouse
Chapter 89 - 312
Chapter 90 - Forgiveness
Chapter 91 - Always Feel Good
Chapter 92 - Your Third Love
Chapter 93 - Daddy
Chapter 94 - Home
Chapter 95 - Stalker
Chapter 96 - Can't Catch A Break
Chapter 97 - Mile High Club
Chapter 98 - Happy
Chapter 99 - Halloween
Chapter 100 - What's In The Box?
Chapter 101 - Hired
Chapter 102 - I've Got You
Chapter 103 - Missed Morning Message
Chapter 104 - Someone I Would Like You To Meet
Chapter 105 - Sis
Chapter 106 - Soulmates
Chapter 107 - Eleos
Chapter 108 - I Called Her Mom
Chapter 109 - Suka
Chapter 110 - How Have I Made It Worse?
Chapter 111 - What Scares You?
Chapter 112 - I Thought I Was Helping
Chapter 113 - What If They Leave?
Chapter 114 - Yelena!
Chapter 115 - Puppy In Training
Chapter 116 - Your Wish Is My Command
Chapter 117 - Morning Sex
Chapter 118 - Safe
Chapter 119 - Work On Yourself
Chapter 120 - Happy Thanksgiving
Chapter 121 - I Hate This
Chapter 122 - To Be A Deer
Chapter 123 - Is Love Enough?
Chapter 124 - Let's Go Out Out
Chapter 125 - Feeling Of Rejection
Chapter 126 - You Should Hate Me
Chapter 127 - You Ready?
Chapter 128 - Pietro
Chapter 129 - Questions And Opinions
Chapter 130 - What Are You Up To?
Chapter 131 - When Pigs Fly
Chapter 132 - Science Lesson
#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maxmoff x y/n#wanda x reader#wanda x you#wanda smut#wanda maximoff smut#bottom wanda#bottom wanda maximoff#sub wanda#sub wanda maximoff#top reader#bottom wanda x top reader#sub wanda maximoff x top reader#bottom wanda maximoff x top reader#sub wanda x top reader#marvel au#Just Us Series
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It’s warm outside today and it’s peaceful. Your morning tea is still hot and the sun gently grazes your skin through the window. You yawn and admire the yellow light coating your kitchen. You can hear the neighbourhood kids playing outside, their soft laughter echoes through your ears. You gaze at the clock on the stove, 10:21 it reads and you smile to yourself, thankful to have the day off from all responsibilities.
“Good morning sweetheart,” Jason’s voice beams in the room. It’s still rough and husky from just waking up, but it coats your ears like honey. His hair is messy, the white tuft brushes past his eyes. He’s shirtless and in oversized sweats, his silver chain shines under the sunlight. He rubs his eyes with the back of his palms, still clearly tired. You can’t help but admire his sleepy face.
“Morning Jay, you’re up early,” you say softly and he makes his way over to you, engulfing you in a tight embrace. His chin lands on top of your head and you snuggle into him, placing your cheek against his bare chest. He hums in response, his chest vibrates with the sound. He smells like your strawberry body wash and you nuzzle your nose into his skin. You hold on to him tighter, he feels warm, like a hot cup of cocoa on a cold winter night. He feels like home.
“I missed you,” he says and you laugh. You can’t see his face, but you know he’s pouting. It’s been a while since you and Jason had a morning to yourself. Your body had been craving for a day like this. You had been extremely overwhelmed with work and university recently and he was always exhausted after patrol, leaving him to sleep in late. Some days, your schedules barely aligned and the only time you’d see each other was for the quick five minute goodbye before he left for patrol, which almost always left a hole in your heart. It was hard to see him leave every night, knowing that there was a possibility that he might not make it back.
The brutal thought brings you back to reality and you shudder, clutching on to him. He immediately knows something is wrong. He gently lifts your face and cradles it into his palms. He scans your eyes so lovingly and you feel yourself getting flustered under his gaze.
“What’s wrong,” he asks worriedly, his lips curving into a small frown.
“Nothing,” you whisper, “I just… I missed you more.” He doesn’t seem convinced, but he doesn’t push it. He knows what it's about, he always knows. You stand on the tips of your toes and ruffle his hair. “Don’t worry hon.”
You pull away from his embrace and push past him to take a seat at the dining table. He follows behind like a puppy and steals your forgotten mug of tea. You reach over the table and grab his free hand, placing soft kisses on the pads of his fingers. His skin feels rough under your lips and his emerald eyes stare at you longingly.
“Did you already eat breakfast,” he asks.
“No, not yet, I just wanted to sit here for a bit, before I started cooking,” he shakes his head, mouth puckering as he swallows the tea.
“I gotchu baby,” he smiles, “it's been a while since I’ve made you something. Pancakes?” Your ears perk up and he laughs, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He leans over and pecks your cheek, before getting up and making his way to the fridge to gather the ingredients.
You stare at his back as he works in the kitchen, you feel an overwhelming rush of gratitude. You were lucky to have him in your life.
Jason was always there for you, whether it be to cheer you up or to make you pancakes, you knew he always had your back.
#jason todd x reader#jason todd imagine#jason todd#red hood x reader#red hood imagine#red hood#batfam
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Gator Tillman x Fem! Reader
Valentine's Day Blurb from the Badge Bunny AU
Valentine's Day is one of your favorite holidays! You're a little bratty when you think things aren't going your way. Gator takes matters into his own hands.
Special thanks to @starksbabie for all your help! 😘
18+ Only! Minors DNI!
Warnings: Reader is referred to as "Bunny" or "Bun". Fluffy and sweet moments. Porn with plot. A little bit of Dom!Gator/Sub!Reader. Spanking. A hint of orgasm denial. P in V (wrap it before you tap it). Creampie.
Word Count: 3K
Valentine's Day was a few days away. One of the few holidays you secretly enjoyed.
That bitchy facade you carried around melted away this time of year. You'd had boyfriends in the past that went all out. Roses, fancy restaurants, some nice jewelry.
In no way were you expecting that this year. Gator was not a mushy, lovesick puppy that followed you around. He was very rough around the edges, but he could surprise you with how gentle he could be.
You weren't even sure if he remembered what day it was, having to remind him when Halloween was this past fall. Maybe it was the way he was brought up. Roy only recognizing Christian holidays in his household when Gator was a child.
Henry was letting you decorate the bar to your liking. Paper hearts on walls. Red and pink garland strung about.
He just shook his head putting some more glasses away as you hummed to yourself hanging another paper mâché heart from the ceiling.
It was a slow lunch giving you plenty of time to decorate.
“What do ya’ think, Henry?” You called over to him.
“I think it looks like some lovesick fool threw up in here, but it could be worse.” He chuckled, heading to the back once more.
It was then your lovesick fool walked in the door, the little bell above his head announcing his arrival as you caught his eye. Grin plastered across his handsome face at seeing you.
“Hey baby!” You shouted, climbing down from the ladder to meet him, throwing your arms around his neck for a hug and a quick peck.
“Hey sweet thing.” He had his arm slung around your waist, keeping you close to him. “Look at this place. All your doing, huh? Bunny has a heart after all.”
He laughed as you batted his chest, moving out of his grasp.
“Oh stop, you'll ruin my reputation saying shit like that.” You moved to go get him his usual Mt Dew as he sat in a booth.
“No Andy today?” Sitting the soda in front of him as he grabbed a straw from the front of your apron.
“Nah, he's off. Takin' his fiancé away for the weekend.” You nodded, thinking it must be nice.
You'd secretly held out a little hope he might surprise you with something.
The 14th rolled around. It was a beautiful Sunday morning. Picturesque. No snow today and the sun was shining.
You'd slept in. Gator saying that he had something to do a little later but kept tight lipped about it, as usual.
You eased out of bed, letting him sleep in a little longer. You'd been waiting to surprise him all week.
You made heart shaped pancakes, burning the first few and throwing the evidence promptly into the bottom of the trashcan. Hoping like hell you didn't set the smoke alarm off ruining the morning.
Adding chocolate chips to his and fresh strawberries to yours, they were finally done.
You'd just finished setting the plates down when you heard your bedroom door finally swing open. He grumbled, making his way down the hall.
Sleep mussed hair sticking up and across his forehead, eyes barely opened as he blinked when he noticed the table was set.
“What's all this then?” He asked, with a groggy voice.
You smiled, “It's for you. Happy Valentine's Day!”
“You did all this for me?” He grinned, looking over the table and looking back at you. Your hands splayed on your hips, thoroughly proud of yourself.
He rounded the table, pulling you in by your hips kissing you softly.
“I'm so glad you didn't burn the house down.” Chuckling as he pulled away.
“Shut up.” You giggled along, pushing him toward the table. “Sit down, before it gets too cold.”
He immediately grabs the syrup, eyes twinkling like a kid on Christmas morning, smothering his cakes with the sticky sweetness.
It made you wonder how many times growing up he actually got to indulge himself as he took the first bite, humming around his fork.
“Bunny, these are fuckin' amazing.” Saying, around another mouthful.
You smiled, as you dug into your own plate.
He wolfed down a second helping before cussing to himself checking the time.
“Fuck. I've got to get a shower.” He huffed, putting his cleared plate in the sink, kissing your cheek before heading down the hall.
That blissful little bubble you created burst. Duty calls… again.
“I love ya’ Bun. See you this afternoon.” Kissing your cheek once again and he was out the door, while your hands were deep in the sink washing the dishes from this morning.
You typically had Sundays off to laze about. This one was no different. Tidying the house up a bit before watching a little reality TV to pass the time.
You definitely weren't trying to distract your thoughts of Gator leaving without so much as a cheesy card or even a box of chocolates for you. You'd seen half expected one of those gas station roses that were actually thongs rolled up to look like a rose. At least that would mean he actually thought about it.
It's a stupid, made-up holiday, right? At least that's what you kept telling yourself.
You'd grown a little more frustrated as the day went on.
You finally got a text from him a couple hours after he left.
Should be back in about an hour. We have the afternoon to do whatever you want.
You just responded with a quick “sure,” leaning back onto the couch cushions making yourself more comfortable.
The rumble of the truck engine pulling in woke you. You’d drifted off after texting him back, finding the couch much too comfortable and the TV a relaxing background noise.
He shot through the front door, immediately clocking your messy hair and half lidded eyes.
“Take a nap, sweet thing?” Coming over, rubbing his knuckles across your cheek.
“So, what if I did?” You grumbled.
“You're always grumpy when ya’ wake up.” Planting a kiss to your forehead. “Did you wanna go out later?”
“No.” You shook your head, running the back of your hand across your eyes.
“No? Thought today was your favorite?” He grinned.
“Yeah, but you don't seem to care about it so neither should I.” Throwing the blanket off you, as you stood.
He rolled his eyes, letting a hard breath out through his nose, knowing exactly where this was heading when you'd sent that text.
“So that's it, huh?” Following you down the hall. “Thought I just forgot about it? Bunny, you should know me better than that by now.”
You huffed a laugh. “Do I? Not so much as morning fuck? I mean I thought I would at least get that. You jump at any chance to get your dick wet any other day. No stupid holiday needed.”
“God, you are such a fuckin' brat when you don't get your way.” He grabbed your arm, making you turn to face him. “I had some shit to do. I couldn't just bend you over the table and fuck you over the pancakes, could I?”
You crossed your arms over your chest, refusing to look at him even as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.
“Bunny, quit with the fuckin' attitude or I'll make you quit.” His voice was a little more gravely, going straight to your core knowing exactly what that meant.
A game you usually liked to play. Pushing his buttons until he caved, being a little rougher than usual. Spanking your ass until you were welted, then railing you into oblivion.
“No Gator, I'm not in the fucking mood for your shit right now.” You tried to wrench out of his grasp, but he held you tight.
He leveled his gaze, “Oh, but I bet you are. Bet she's already drooling f’me. Need me to bend ya’ over my knee? Give you somethin’ to whine about?”
His hand traveled from your lower back to your ass, grabbing a handful before pulling off coming back down with a harsh smack.
“Ahhh, Gator!” You arched forward, hands planting firmly on his chest. You looked up when he hissed at the contact.
“What was that?” Running your hands across his clothed chest. He grabbed your hand, keeping it in place.
“Maybe if you weren't bein’ such a whiney ass, I would show ya’. I uh… I got a little surprise.” He grinned, crooked smile that you adore plastered across his face.
“Show me then.” You whispered. “I'll be good. Promise.” Looking up through your lashes, doe eyes he couldn't resist.
“Fine.” Stepping back, removing his jacket.
His fingers reached the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, your eyes trailing his toned stomach up to his chest. His left peck was partially covered at the top.
“You got a new tattoo?” You deadpanned. This is what he had to do today?
“Really Gator?” Voice showing no hint of amusement.
“Yeah. For you babe.” He lifted the tape at the edges to slowly reveal his new ink. Bunny was written there with a Playboy bunny graphic.
“What? You don't like it?”
“It's not even my name. At least I have your name. And the Playboy bunny? Seriously?” You laughed out, but when you looked back at him, he almost looked hurt.
“It's what I call you. You're my Bunny, that's never going to change.” He huffed out while you were still laughing. “You know what, I'm done with this fuckin’ attitude. Bend over the table.”
“Now.” He added, when you didn't move.
Shit. You knew the tone. You'd pushed too far.
“Gator, I…” You stopped when you looked back into his eyes that were almost black.
“Bend. Over. The. Table. I'm not going to tell you again.” There was a glint in his eye, followed by a devilish smirk.
You quickly nodded, padding over quickly. Planting your hands firmly on the wooden tabletop as you bent at the waist, pushing your ass up into the air barely covered by your sleep shorts.
His boots loud against the linoleum flooring as he came to stand behind you. Close enough you can feel the heat radiating from him but barely grazing you.
He brings his large palm to rest on your cheek, kneading it softly only for a moment. You knew it was coming.
He landed one hard smack, jolting you forward, the edge of the table already digging into your thighs as you let out a soft moan.
He quickly slid his hand back over your ass, soothing the burn slightly. He bent over to get close to you, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he spoke.
“You wanted this, huh? A heavy hand and a hard cock fixes you right up, huh sweet thing?” He kisses your temple before continuing.
He slid his fingers underneath the waistband of your shorts pushing them down past your thighs as they pool in the floor around your feet.
You knew the drill, as you leaned over dropping to your elbows to brace yourself anticipating another heavy blow that didn't come. Instead, you rocked forward when he ran a finger up through your folds.
You let another wanton moan slip past your lips as his thick digit circled your entrance.
“Fuck, you're soaked,” pushing in slightly, before moving it quickly away. “You didn't think it'd be that easy, did ya’?”
Another hard smack to the other cheek.
“Fuck Bunny, how many you need? 10 more? 20?” You whimpered at his words.
“I… I don't know, sir.” Your voice came out a little weak, already sounding wrecked.
“Fuck, she's got manners.” He growled. You used that title sparingly, but he fucking loved it. Hearing “sir” roll off your lips in that sultry tone made him weak in the knees.
“We’ll do ten since you're being such a good girl. Count em.”
“Yes sir.” You hummed, as he laid one more smack to each cheek.
“Two.” You huffed. The welts were already forming.
“Three.” You bit your lip briefly, distracting you from the sting.
“Four… mmhmm five.” A tear rolled down your cheek.
“Six. Fuck.” Your nails dig into the surface of the table, trying to grasp anything to ground you.
“Seven. Eight. Nine.” In quick succession, as your legs started to give out, knees buckling as your thighs shook.
One last smack sent you reeling.
“Ten.” You choked out.
“That's it baby. Now, let me take care of you and this pretty cunt.” He said, undoing his pants taking his aching length from its confinements.
Pulling your hips up, he gave you no warning before his cock was nudging your sopping entrance. He pushed in slightly before completely burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. There was no resistance with how wet you were.
“Fuck, Gator.” You hissed out but arched your ass further into him. The sting of being stretched out so suddenly, almost borderline painful, had a few more tears running down your cheeks as your pussy clenched around him.
“Fuck, always so goddamn tight. Fuckin' pussy was made f’me.” He pushed you down, hand between your shoulder blades, cheek now resting on the cool surface of the table.
He pulled back, only to snap his hips immediately back into yours with such force the table scooted across the floor.
He set a brutal pace, your moans were high pitched and whiny. The angle had your ass further in the air and his cock hitting that sweet spongy spot with each thrust. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold back your orgasm if he kept going.
Your arousal was dripping down your thighs, and coating his balls that were slapping at your puffy clit with each rock of his hips. The sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the walls in the small space.
“Sir, please. I'm going to… Can I please… “ you were begging, as it was building. That pressure slowly creeps up your lower belly, tingling up your spine.
“No, Bunny!” He growled, fingertips digging further into your hips pulling you back in time with his thrusts.
“Gator, I'm… I can't.” You sobbed, trying to pull in a deep breath.
“No, baby just wait. I'm… fuck … almost there.”
Your teeth sank into your lower lip, as your pussy began to clench around him.
“Gator, please, fuck…” you cried out.
“Come on Bunny, come on my cock.”
No sooner than he got the words out, the damn inside you broke. Clamping down around his cock, as he began to fill you full. Your eyes were shut tight, fireworks exploding behind them.
Your walls pulsed around him, milking every last drop, as he let out a string of incoherent words before collapsing against your back.
“Goddamn Bunny,” he panted as his cock kicked up within you one last time making you whimper.
He gently moved off you, removing himself, holding your hips steady as you got your feet under you. You knew you'd feel this one for a few days to come.
He pulled you up, as you wrapped your arms around his neck completely blissed out, eyes half lidded as he smoothed the hair from your face.
“Feel better?” He chuckled lightly.
“Mhmm… much.” You hummed.
“Good, sweet thing. Now go take a fuckin' shower and get dressed. I've got a surprise for my girl.” His grin grew wide with your confused expression.
“You really thought I'd forget Valentine's Day? After everything you did for me? Everything you do for me?”
You smiled, looking down at his new tattoo.
“Thought this was my gift?” you giggled, tracing just under the new ink. It was endearing. He wanted to match what you'd gifted him this past Christmas.
“Part of it, yeah. Now come on.” He pecks your lips, before dragging you down the hall.
You showered, examining the angry, hand shaped welts on your ass in the mirror, knowing it would be a pain to sit on any hard surface for a couple of days, but it was worth it. You just smiled to yourself, wrapping a towel around you.
You were standing in front of the mirror when he came to stand in the doorway, watching your after shower routine.
You could feel his gaze as you met his eyes through the mirror.
“What?” You smiled up at him.
“Just thinking how pretty y’are. But I feel like something's missin’.”
He moved his hand from behind his back revealing a small velvet box.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
“What's that handsome?” You tried to speak evenly though your heart was beating so hard you thought he might hear.
“Close your eyes.” You gave him a pointed look. “C’mon. You'll like it.”
You slid them closed, as he walked behind you. You felt the coolness of a thin chain come to rest on your collar bones. You breathed just a tiny sigh of relief, as he clasped it to, kissing your bare shoulder.
“Perfect.” He said as you opened your eyes, a tiny gold chain that held his initial “G” hung delicately around your neck as you examined it thoughtfully tracing the small letter with your fingertip.
“You don't like it?” He deflated a bit when you didn't say anything.
“It's perfect baby.” You turned around pulling him in for a kiss.
“Promise?” He pulled back, slightly, lips ghosting yours.
“Promise.” You giggled.
“Good, since you won't let me knock ya' up, at least this way everyone’ll know your mine.” You rolled your eyes, hand batting at his chest as he laughed.
“God, you're ridiculous.” Pulling him in by the collar for another kiss. “Ruining a perfectly sweet moment with that damn mouth.”
He let you finish getting ready, then drove you to the little diner you frequented weekly. Sharing a couple of burgers and milkshakes, it was the perfect way to end the day.
“Happy Valentine's Day Bunny.” He grinned, catching the glint of his initial on display for all to see, as he held your hand from across the table.
#gator smut#gator tillman#gator tillman smut#gator tillman fanfic#gator tillman x you#🐊#gator tillman x reader#gator tillman x female reader#gator tillman x bunny#badge bunny series#gator tillman x badge bunny#joe keery#fargo s5
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can you write another gio one pleaseee
birthday. | Gio Queiroz
You woke up this morning with the date fresh in your mind, 21st of june- your loves birthday.
She was sprawled out next to you in your shared bed, an arm wrapped securely round your waist as she snored softly.
The look of her made you want to be snuggled up to her forever, but you wanted to treat her first and then she can do whatever she wants the whole day.
It is her day after all.
You carefully plucked her arm off you, laying it gently beside her and you froze as she fidgeted but resolved as she fell silent again.
You made your way towards the kitchen, grabbing a whole load of ingredients to make Gio’s favourite breakfast, and sweet treat: pancakes.
You laid them all out on the counter and chucked your hair up in a quick ponytail, getting ready to put your best effort into this special meal.
Once you plated them up, you brushed your hands together quite proud with the fact you managed all that without waking Gio as she would have been on your heels by now.
You placed the plate on a tray as well as a coffee and a small cup of juice and made your way back to your bedroom.
“Buen día, mi amor.”
You opened the door to find Gio laying on her back, eyes barely opened as she stretched. She blushed as you placed the tray down before holding your arms out to her to help sit her up.
“Happy birthday.” You sat beside her on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to her lips.
“Thank you, bebe.” She smiled against you before pulling away and grabbing the fork on the tray, you watched the side of her face as she took a bite and you couldn’t help yourself but to plant more kisses on her cheeks as she did so.
Her face tinted pink and she squirmed before you stopped and just planted your chin on her shoulder.
“Help me eat.” Gio guided her fork up to your face with a piece of pancake on the end, yourself taking a bite before you rushed to get up.
She sat confused on the bed but quickly returned to eating as she heard your voice muttering outside your room.
She had plopped a strawberry in her mouth when you had come back in, a bunch of little wrapped gifts stacked in your arms.
“Y/N? Is that all from you? That’s too many.” She refused, shaking her head as you dropped them all next to her.
“Don’t be silly, they’re worth it promise. Eat your breakfast first than you can open, but be quick because i forgot we have to do something.” You stood at the end of the bed, fiddling with the duvet as you stared at her.
“Okay.. help me eat please.” She shuffled the tray forward towards you, giving her best puppy eyes as she struggled to take another mouthful.
You had both finished in about 5 minutes, yourself taking the empty plate and placing it on the floor to sit down on the bed.
You brushed your hands together to rid of any crumbs and tucked your hair behind your ears, eyes flickering over the gifts.
“Can i open them?”
“Woah, hold on. There is one we’ve got to keep for last.. which is that one.” You scanned them until you found the one you were looking for, placing it in your lap as you watched her pick out the littlest present first.
She gave you a kiss after she opened each one, giggling like a little girl as she chucked the wrapping paper everywhere.
“I love you so much, Y/N.. thank you.” You were kneeled behind her, clipping on a new necklace you had bought her with your initial on it as she whispered in appreciation, turning her head as she felt your breath on her cheek.
She pressed her lips to yours, getting lost in the moment a bit too far before you pulled away.
“Last one.” You plopped the present that was in your hold into her lap, eagerly fidgeting as you waited for her reaction.
“No, second to last. I need a continuation of what we were starting after.”
“Oh really?” You teased but she didn’t pay attention, too busy picking at the tricky wrapping.
She finally got it open, her expression falling confused and she slowly investigated it.
“What.. what is this supposed to be?” She raised an eyebrow as she held it up, your face wide with excitement.
“Tell me what it is.”
“A collar? A small collar.. not a dog collar.. a kitten collar?”
You had a stupidly wide grin on your face as you kept looking at her, Gio still confused on what this meant.
“Is it supposed to be for me?” She cringed as she dropped it on the covers, scratching her head as she looked at you awkwardly.
“Come on, Gio. Are you that stupid?” You huffed as you picked the collar package up yourself, waving it in her face whilst pointing at the picture of the kitten on it.
“Wait.. are you being for real.. you’ve got us a kitten?!” Gio exclaimed as she bounced up to her knees, the excitement finally taking over her as well.
“Yes! Finally, she’s been waiting in the kitchen for ages.. that’s why i told you to hurry.”
Gio rushed out of the room as she heard that the new addition was already home, finding the kitten in a little crate by the table.
“Oh baby.. hi, i’m so sorry we kept you waiting.” She bent down and opened the door, picking the little ball of black fluff up.
“You like her?”
“Are you kidding, she’s the sweetest little thing ever!” Gios eyes glossed up as she cradled the fur ball up to her cheek, kissing its head a few times before stalking towards you and kissing you as well.
“Best birthday ever.”
“What are you going to call her?”
“Oreo.”
#caits little fics#gio queiroz x reader#gio queiroz#woso x reader#woso imagines#woso oneshots#woso ficlets
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Mimi I need to know how my asdoah are doing please 😭 they are 5 now right? I love this story so much and I miss them
A Still Day or A Hurricane
"Jinnie, what flavor do you want?" Jungkook asks his daughter, adorable in her braided pigtails - that he did - as she tiptoes to look inside the ice cream display.
She'd insisted that she's a big girl now and doesn't need him to carry her around all the time, and Jungkook felt the tiniest bit of heartbreak at the thought of the little one slowly growing up.
"I want bubblegum!" She squeals, before briefly looking behind her and then back at her father. "Hyun-jung and Hyun-woo want chocolate chip and strawberry, dada."
Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows at the little one who looks back at him with the sweetest smile.
"Your brothers are babies, Jinnie. They can't even talk!"
"But I know they want to try it," she pouts.
"And they can't because they're too young," Jungkook answers.
"But... I want to try it."
She flashes those puppy-dog eyes of hers that she does whenever she's not getting what she wants, and Jungkook is about to give in until he hears you clear your throat to remind him that he has to stand his ground. You're standing nearby with the stroller where your twin sons are, watching in amusement as Jungkook and Heejin have another one of their stand-offs that you have too much fun being a spectator of.
"That's too much sugar, sunshine," he says, kneeling down to talk to her. "You already had nutella pancakes this morning. Just choose one flavor and then we'll get that in a cone."
"What if we get them in baby scoops!"
"They don't have baby scoops," he responds, hoping she doesn't call his bluff. "Because babies can't have them."
"But I'm a big girl!"
"Yes, and big girls follow their dada when he says that you've had too much sweets already."
"But you eat a lot of sweets," she crosses her arms now, cute little eyebrows furrowing in frustration.
"Because that's dada's job, sunshine. And I'm an adult."
"But mama calls you 'baby'!"
You snort, unable to hold in your laughter at your daughter's arguing prowess, prompting Jungkook to turn to you with a frown.
"That's a term of endearment, Jinnie, the way I call you sunshine or how mama calls you bubba. We call you those because we love you," he explains. "And mama calls me that because she loves me."
"Sometimes I call him a child, too, when he's being stubborn and acting like one," you chime in, with Jungkook glaring at you this time. "But can you listen to dada, please? We can come back here tomorrow and try the other flavors, is that okay?"
"Hmm, okay," she says softly after a while, jutting her bottom lip in submission. "I want bubblegum today."
Jungkook orders it then gives it to her, her smile already bright as she hums in satisfaction. But he knows he won't get over the look on her face from earlier, so he turns to the guy behind the counter and orders strawberry for you and chocolate chip for him. Heejin doesn't notice, as she focuses on her sweet treat that she's been looking forward to all day.
"Hey sunshine, do you want to try? Mama and dada got strawberry and chocolate chip, too," Jungkook says, anticipating her look of surprise.
It doesn't disappoint, as she turns towards him with her wide eyes and excitedly opens her mouth so he could feed her. She turns to you after, licking from the top of your scoop then giggling in enjoyment.
"You happy now?" Jungkook asks, wanting to hear it from her.
"Yes!" She squeals. "Dada, can you carry me on your shoulders?"
"I thought you're a big girl now," he counters.
"But I'm dada's big girl," she says, leaving Jungkook a giddy mess and unable to resist.
He lifts her up and shifts her so she could sit on his shoulders, something he doesn't want her to outgrow even if she's getting heavier and heavier, but it's something he'll keep doing for as long as she keeps asking for it.
Next to him, you're pushing the stroller and eating the ice cream you don't mind having on this sunny day. "She's a stubborn one, isn't she?"
"A good negotiator, too. I wonder where she got that from," Jungkook laughs.
"Definitely me," you chuckle. "But she's so sweet and so clingy. She definitely got those from you. Even those puppy dog-eyes and that adorable smile. Are you sure you're not the other biological half of her? What if you donated sperm and you just forgot?"
"Babe, I'm pretty sure that's something I would remember," he looks at you blankly.
"Just saying. She just takes so much from you and it's amazing," you smile, knowing it's something that Jungkook loves hearing.
He hums in satisfaction, laughing as Heejin calls for him and then you to feed her your respective ice creams. He thinks he did well, explaining things to her even if he eventually gave in. He won't deny it though, he lives for these banters with her; it's something he knows is pretty special about their relationship. As is when she's on his shoulders and she softly places her hand on his cheek, like now.
That is, until he feels something sticky on his skin.
"Jinnie, did you wipe your hands?" He asks, prompting you to look up at your daughter with smudged ice cream on her chin.
"Oops," she laughs. "Sorry, dada."
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Pancakes for Breakfast | bc
I spend my entire life thinking about what Chan would be like as a Dad so have this little oneshot of cuddly appa Chan !!
- Dad!Bangchan x Reader
- No warnings, just pure sweet fluff
“Appa! Appa! Appa! Appa!” Chan turned to face you, half of his head hidden under the duvet. You snort, unable to contain your laughter as he gives you his best impression of puppy-dog eyes. Your daughter continues to shout from her bedroom – “Appa! Come here!”.
“Darling, you’re not Seungmin. The puppy eyes don’t work on me. Go and get your child.” With a huff, he throws the duvet off, sliding out of bed and slowly tucking his feet into his slippers.
“Our child.” He mumbles as he stumbles out of the room, still half asleep. You let yourself lie back on the plush pillows, easily dropping back off to sleep as the shouting stops, and your 2-year-olds voice becomes softer, clearly happy that her Appa has come to get her out of her crib. It feels like you’ve barely gone back to sleep before a weight appears on your stomach.
“Mama, mama, mama.” A tiny voice whispers directly into your ear. “Mama needs to wake up for breaky.” You open your eyes tentatively, finding yourself face to face with Sarang, your daughter. She’s lying on top of you, with her face mere inches from yours.
“Good morning my baby.” Her face scrunches and she huffs. “What’s that face for?” You giggle.
“I’m not a baby, Mama. I’m a big girl.” You wrap your arms around her tiny body and squeeze her, struggling to lift yourself up with her weight still lying on you.
“The biggest girl. Shall we go and see Appa?” She nods frantically, wriggling until she’s out of your arms, sprinting down to the kitchen. Chan is standing at the kitchen counter, a stack of pancakes and a punnet of strawberries in the middle of the table.
“Ta-da! Mama, Appa made us pamcakes!”
“Pancakes, sweetheart. Not pamcakes.” Chan laughs. She clings to his leg, nuzzling her head against his flannel pyjama bottoms. You try to slyly take your phone out of your pocket, hoping to capture a picture of the sweet moment, but Sarang notices immediately, letting go of Chan and pulling her face into a huge smile, tiny hands trying their best to form a peace sign.
“Bang Sarang, you are such a poser.” Chan lifts her up under the armpits and sits her on his hip, pulling the same face, and holding the peace sign slightly more effectively.
“Just like Appa, hey?” He’s grinning from ear to ear. You love seeing Chan like this. You were young when you unexpectedly got pregnant with Sarang, and you never expected anything from him, but he was the perfect father to your little girl. He had to spend so much time working and travelling, but he always made an incredible effort to spend time with her, facetiming her every single day that he was away. He was the perfect boyfriend too, despite the crazy late nights, after which he’d creep into bed, trying not to wake you. Being in a relationship with an idol was hard – despite you having been in a relationship since you were teenagers, you’ve had to keep it secret from nearly everyone. Only your direct family – your parents and siblings, and of course his family, know all the details. You’ll never forget the emergency meeting you had to attend with JYP only a few days after you saw those 2 lines, where you had to sign a special contract about keeping your secret.
You look back to your 2 favourite people, who by now are sitting at the table, scoffing pancakes faster than you could imagine. You are constantly impressed by Sarang’s ability to eat just as fast as her father.
“Mama! Eat your pamcakes, they’ll get cold!” Her bossiness, however, she definitely got from you. She looks at Chan, tiny arms crossed, and her brow curved into a frown. She slips into Korean easily, telling him that he needs to scold you so that you’ll eat faster. Chan laughs.
“Sarang, you can tell your mama that yourself!” You’re laughing with him. Your Korean still isn’t perfect, despite years of practice, so Chan is the parent who speaks Korean with Sarang, whilst you always speak to her in English. She hasn’t yet realised that you can still understand almost everything she says, despite struggling to reply in the same language.
“I’m eating them! I promise!” Her furrowed brow relaxes a bit as she climbs up the side of Chan’s chair and perches herself in his lap, leaning against his chest and trying her best to wrap her arms around him.
“What do you want to do today baby?” You turn to look at Chan, trying to work out whether he’s speaking to you or your daughter, as he has the unfortunate habit of using the same pet names for both of you. His eyes are firmly fixed on Sarang’s face, his hands looking huge as he holds her steady. “Aquarium?” She jumps up immediately. Sarang loves aquariums and has done since she was a baby. You scoff slightly.
“Babe, I can’t really take her there today.” You don’t want to let her down, but no-one knows that Chan has a child, so he’s never been able to take her out unless you’ve privately booked. You know for sure that you haven’t booked to visit her favourite aquarium.
“About that.” He looks up at you, your heart immediately melting at his soft smile. “I spoke to JYP yesterday. And it’s ok.” You’re confused. What’s ok? You reply with a questioning hum and a tilt of your head.
“The big reveal. Your choice how we do it, we can announce something on social media, or we can just start subtly being seen together, y’know.” You can tell he’s nervous as he talks, but he has no reason to be. You jump out of your seat and almost run to be next to him.
“Are you serious? We’re actually allowed to leave the house together?” You have tears in your eyes, and you can see that tears are starting to form in Chan’s eyes too. Sarang, in contrast, doesn’t seem to have any idea what a big deal this is.
“Yes, my love. We can basically do whatever we want. They recommend that I call one of the managers to come with us if we’re going out in public, but officially, we’re fine.” He stands, Sarang settled on his hip, and uses his spare arm to wrap around your shoulders, squeezing you tight.
“Well, baby.” You wipe your tears and stroke Sarang’s hair, unable to hold back your grin. “Let’s go to the aquarium.”
“I’m not a baby!” She screeches. You and Chan reply in unison. “You’re a big girl!”
#bangchan x reader#bang chan fluff#skz fanfiction#skz imagines#skz fanfic#skz fluff#chan x reader#chan fluff#skz oneshots#skz oneshot#bang chan one shot
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AUGHHH THANK U SM !!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVED THAT SYD FIC !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i got anotha request 4 u !!!
prompt 15, syd x reader, n reader is the one who steals clothes most of the time cuz she has the BEST wardrobe in the show oh my GODDDDDDDDDD id steal it . id steal all of it . alsooo w an established relationship between syd n the reader ? oki kewl thank u againnnnnnn ^^ !
bewitched, s. adamu
syn. you're not a chicago native and you've quickly learned that your wardrobe is not well equipped to deal with the cold. thank god your girlfriend's is.
gen. romance, established relationship.
warnings. lapslock intended, sapphic realness (it's my full time job).
word count. 0.8k.
note. i love providing the masses with good syd fics omg... prompts from this list.
you curse chicago and its cold winter weather, curse your lack of sweaters thick enough to brave a chicago winter because you've got an hour and a half before you need to leave for class and none of your (clean) sweaters are going to protect you from the cold, even if you wear a coat over any of them. you make a mental note to put warmer sweaters on your birthday and christmas wishlists. you peek out the window of your bedroom, watch the gently falling snow, let out a heated sigh.
when you turn your focus back to the open closet before you, your gaze falls on the many wool sweaters your girlfriend has accumulated through the years as a chicago native. you eye the many sweaters hanging in the closet, weighing your options, even though there's only one clear one.
"breakfast's up!" sydney calls from the kitchen. a couple seconds after, you can hear the sound of ceramic against laquered wood, punctuating her words.
still in your pajamas, you slip into the dining room. your plate is laden with a stack of fluffy pancakes and topped with your favorites; she doesn't even have to ask you what you want on them anymore, she has them memorized down to a t. you settle down into your chair, grinning when she passes by you and bends to press a quick kiss to your cheek.
"morning again," she says as she sits down across from you.
you return the greeting, picking up your fork and butterknife, digging into the meal she made for you. there's silence for a few moments as you savor the first couple of bites of breakfast before you glance out the window; hell, it looks like it's snowing harder or maybe you're just being overdramatic.
"do you know how long it's supposed to snow today?" you ask after swallowing a bite of your pancakes.
she shrugs, looking up at you. she's in the middle of chewing, so she raises her hand to cover her mouth before she answers through a mouthful of pancake with strawberries. "no, but it'll probably be going for a while."
you let out a sigh and nod, focusing your attention on your food. like a sixth sense, she sets her utensils down and stares at you, chewing and swallowing.
"come on. what's up?" she asks and you curse her too for knowing you so well.
"just…" you answer almost bashfully, refusing to meet her eyes. "can i borrow one of your sweaters?"
"i don't know. will i get it back this time?" syd's voice is light and airy with just a hint of playful mocking.
you know she's going to cave and say yes anyways because she's your girlfriend and she loves you, but still, you look up and give her your best puppy dog eyes and pout combo.
"of course," you say truthfully. "please? none of my sweaters are built for this kind of weather."
she starts laughing at your expression, a dorky little giggle that has her covering her eyes. "oh my god, knock it off. you're playing so dirty right now!"
you can't keep it up much longer either, joining in her laughter just a few moments later. syd waves it off, trying to catch her breath.
"you know you can borrow my clothes whenever you want," she states when she finally recovers. "you have your pick of them."
breakfast continues, the two of you chatting about things over the rest of your meals. when you've both cleared your plates, your girlfriend picks them up and takes them to the kitchen to get them in the dishwasher; she also heads in there with a vow to make you a quick lunch because you told her you had a busy day and no time to get your own lunch. you head to your shared bedroom to get dressed.
a few minutes later, syd meets you at the front door, holding a little lunch box. when she sees you, she smiles a little nervously and hands you the lunch bag.
"yeah… when you look this cute in my clothes, i don't know why you think i'd tell you no."
her words make your skin heat and you glance away, biting back a grin. "thanks."
the two of you share shy smiles and as you're getting ready to step out of the door, she stops you, cradling one of your cheeks to press a soft kiss to your lips.
"i'll see you when you get home," she says, her lips brushing yours as she speaks.
you nod, giving her a second quick little kiss before stepping away and waving before you close the door behind you. armed with one of her best sweaters and a lunch made specially for you, you feel like you can take on the world, which is often how syd makes you feel. it's not something you'd trade for anything else.
© lskisms 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.
#sydney adamu x reader#sydney x reader#syd adamu x reader#syd x reader#the bear x reader#.fic#.thebear#.syd
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what do you think the cast's dessert would be if they became floormasters? Not including tiramisu, melon soda, pancakes and midori
Sara Chidouin - Strawberry Shortcake
Joe Tazuna - Chocolate Chip Cookies
Gin Ibushi - Puppy Chow
Keiji Shinogi -Lemon Truffle
Alice Yabusame - Black And White Cookies
Reko Yabusame - Mocha Trifle
More Undercut
Nao Egokoro - Cherry Pie
Kazumi Mishima - Tea Cakes
Q-taro Burgerberg - A Slushy
Kai Satou - Egg Custard Tarts
Kanna Kizuchi - Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream
Shin Tsukimi - Sweet Red Bean Soup
Dolls
Ranmaru Kageyama - Vanilla Cake Pop
Naomichi Kurumada - Blueberry Muffin
Anzu Kinashi - Cotton Candy
Mai Tsurugi - Cupcake
Shunsuke Hayasaka - Doughnut (Since it's a stereotypical office food.)
Hinako Mishuku - Pink Frosted Cookie
#yttd#your turn to die#asks#sara chidouin#joe tazuna#kanna kizuchi#keiji shinogi#reko yabusame#shin tsukimi#q taro burgerberg#nao egokoro#alice yabusame#kai satou#gin ibushi#mishima kazumi
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Poppins (part 2)
Jake & Josh x reader
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: language, fluff, angst (sort of), alcohol consumption, drug use, still pretty tame but we’ll get there
Morning light is barely crawling into the room, dust motes chasing each other across the scuffed hardwood floors in a muted beam of sun sneaking through the curtains. The golden glitter makes you think of Josh’s smile…the sunshine always does.
It’s early, but you can hear Lily and Jake in quiet conversation across the hall. The only thing on earth that could rouse Jacob Kiszka in these wee hours is his beloved lily-bit. He loves her more than music, you’re certain of it.
The soft cadence of their voices tenderly tug-of-warring draws you out of bed and into the secondhand robe you keep hooked to the door.
Admonishing thoughts beat themselves against the walls of your still half asleep brain as you cinch the silk closed. You should have tried harder last night.
Should’ve waited for Josh to lull her back to sleep and reappear. You had things that needed to be said. Explanations to be heard.
Instead, like a coward, you’d shirked Jake’s reassurance off and disappeared into the guest room. Quietly clicking the door closed and locked as if silence could help you disappear.
After lying awake wondering why the flinch in Josh’s stare twisted your guts as it had, you’d finally drifted into a fitful slumber.
Their whispers tug you along on your bare feet until you find yourself near the doorway of the room that serves as Jake’s whenever he finds himself in town.
He is stretched across the bed like royalty. A king with his tiny princess tucked beside him in a nighty bearing grinning strawberries sporting comically large eyes.
Her miniature fingers toy with a fringed hole worn in his flannel as his touch curls through the hair on her head that matches his own in color and rattiness from their pillows.
“Daddy’s been gone a long time.” She complains, but with a contented snuggle in closer.
“Not so long, girly.” He tucks the blankets up around her. “Plus, he’s ordering an omelet for poppins, they take longer than pancakes.”
You feel like a spy, watching her upturned face scrutinize his own. “How come you call her that? Her name is…”
“I know her name, silly.” He grins. “Mary Poppins? You’ve never seen that movie? And he calls himself a teacher.”
For a breath, you long to correct him. Josh isn’t a teacher, and Jake knows it. His favorite brother is a professor of film analysis and criticism, who happens to be the rockstar of his field. He continues on at the relatively modest university he has chosen - where he remains the youngest ever offered tenure to date - for personal reasons, though regularly head-hunted by larger schools. An Ivy League or two having even chomped at his bit.
Lily-bit shakes her head and turns her attention back to the hole in his shirt she’s still fiddling with. “You need better clothes, uncle jakey.”
He starts to answer his niece with the fondest of smiles on his lips, but notices you instead. “Look here, lil. We’ve got an admirer.”
“Hi!” Her pudgy arms dart out, reaching for you with a delighted grin. “Come cuddle with us.”
“Yeah,” he raises an eyebrow at you over her head. “Come cuddle.”
“There’s a movie about you.” She prattles on, crawling across the waves of blankets. “Uncle jakey told me…when daddy gets back with your omelet that takes so long, we’re all gonna watch it. He said.”
“Who said?” You pull her into your arms as soon as she’s close enough to snatch up.
“Jake!” She huffs as though the answer to her embellishment should be obvious.
Jostling her around teasingly in your arms, you meet his wink with a blush “Well, who says he’s the boss?”
She leans back to scrutinize your face with an expression far beyond her years. “He’s not. Daddy’s the boss and you’re second boss.”
Jake stretches like a sunbathing cat with a hum of lazy satisfaction. “Joshua couldn’t boss his way out of a basket full of puppies.”
The garage door cranks to life, alerting Josh’s return, and lily scampers out of your arms, bolting out of the room to greet him…tiny feet slapping daintily down the hall with a squeal of delight.
“I, on the other hand…” he continues, quieter now as if beckoning you closer so that you might hear. “Have been told that I’m very good at taking control. Happen to be fond of letting go of it now and then, as well. Whichever you prefer, poppins.”
Leaning against the doorframe, you cross your arms and regard him affectionately. He’s so beautiful, so charismatic, how could you not?
“Why don’t you close the door and slide under the covers where it’s warm?” Jesus, the way his voice sounds. Hushed and hazy as it undulates through the atmosphere, reaching out to curl its searching fingers into your heart.
You shake the moment off with a smile, along with a lighthearted jab, “Ever think with anything aside from your dick, Jacob?”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “No. Not often. C’mon, babe, lemme keep you company a little while. Come lay across my big brass bed.”
A soft laugh flutters out of you. What is it about him that renders you no more than a girl with a crush waiting to spot him in the halls of high school?
It’s Josh that breaks the spell his darker half has cast. Or, his voice rather, shouting happily from the kitchen, that breakfast has arrived.
Irritation flashes in Jake's eyes, but he erases it with a blink. “Was hoping for something a little sweeter for breakfast,” he sighs, snapping away the covers gracefully, after running his tongue over his lips. “But I suppose the pancakes I ordered will suffice.”
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“Look!” Lily waves her tiny starfish hand at your plate, proudly showcasing a western omelet large enough to stuff three human beings to the brim, and a pile of sliced strawberries. “We got pancakes, but Daddy says you don’t like sugar in the mornings so you got something savey.”
“Savory.” Josh corrects. “It means the opposite of sweet. Think of apple pie, can you taste it?” She briefly closes her eyes and then nods. “Okay, good,” He nods back, heaping pancakes out of a styrofoam to go box and onto a plate. “Now think French fries. Which one is savory do you guess?”
“French fries.” She offers a curt nod to prove she understands and is over this line of conversation.
She is intelligent beyond measure, and it’s thanks to him. He never misses an opportunity to zero in on a teaching moment. Ever patient, ever kind, ever loving. Guiding her gently along as she discovers the world around her and the answers she seeks.
Three nights a week, no matter how exhausting his day has been, he sits at the dining room table and pores over books with her in a way that conceals the fact that he’s teaching her to read. He will pointedly stumble over the easy words he knows she’s learned, and color with love when she giggles like a bell before correcting him.
Jake slinks, feline-like, into the chair next to yours and crassly reaches over the table for the bottle of syrup waiting with its sticky cap. “I’m calling child protective services on you, brother.”
You watch on as he drizzles an obscene amount of the sugary mess atop his breakfast.
“S’that right?” Josh finds his own seat, sounding unconcerned.
“Yep.” You’re still staring as Jake lifts the fork to his perfect mouth, speaking around a bite, but with a napkin carefully placed to avoid anything offensive. Karen would be proud. “She’s never seen Mary Poppins? What kind of a father are you?”
“I saw the shining!” Lily offers up, not helping her father’s case.
Jake’s eyes lock in on his twin’s with an accusatory glare as Josh holds his hands up as if to prove his innocence.
“Opening scenes only!” He promises. “I was assisting with a dissertation. Kupbrick. She was up past her bedtime and sneaked in on me.”
“Redrum!” She gleefully announces before plucking a strawberry from your plate.
Josh hangs his head in exasperation, fingers rubbing tight circles into the bridge of his nose, “Oh my god.”
“See?” Jake looks exponentially proud of himself. “Like I said…CPS.”
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It’s late - too late to still be floating in a tub full of rapidly cooling water, when your cell begins to vibrate noisily against the cheap linoleum flooring of your bathroom.
Josh’s name is displayed on the screen when you scramble to grab it up with a splash.
“She’s restless and asking for you.” He says, forgoing hello all together. “Can you come? I know I shouldn’t ask, but…”
“No…” you interrupt, already rising to climb out of the tub. “No, it’s alright. Really. I’m on my way.”
“What was that sound?” He asks, sounding peculiar. “Were you in the bathtub? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called, I…”
“Josh,” you interrupt. “Shut up.”
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When you whip into the driveway, he is seated in one of the Adirondack chairs that pebble the porch, with his legs splayed wide, looking both relaxed and on edge.
The closer you step, hurriedly dressed in sweats, slides and an old tattered hoodie, the more bewildered you become.
One, you can smell weed drifting through the air…the heady scent that reminds you of backyard parties in college, that normally only trails after him when she isn’t around.
Two, he looks unbothered. Slightly nervous, perhaps, but nowhere near the anxiousness you’d expected to find when he’d fired the flare gun for reinforcements via phone.
“Did you get her to sleep?” You ask, watching his lips purse prettily around the dwindling joint, stepping up on the porch, confusion evident.
“She isn’t here.” He confesses with a sheepish glance upward in your direction, lovely face downturned.
Silence lingers as you take a seat next to him, but you wait, allowing him to break it.
Finally, he does. “You want?” He hands the joint off to you and watches intently as you draw delicately on it. “I lied, you know? And I’m not really sorry about it. How could I be? It got you here.”
“You’re faded.” You smile, passing back with a slow exhale.
“A little.”
“Where’s Lily?”
“My mom’s,” he shrugs, staring out at the fireflies twinkling across the lawn, in love with and chasing each other through emerald blades of grass. “Jake took her for game night. Candyland, go fish,”
“Hi Ho Cherry-O?” You question, nostalgia creeping in.
“Undoubtedly.” He’s still avoiding your eyes. “They’re going to stay.”
You pull at the strings on your hoodies, winding them through your fingers “So why am I here, Josh?”
At last, he rolls his head against the wooden back of his chair to find your eyes. “What did I interrupt last night?”
Heat rises inside you, crawling uncomfortably up the back of your neck until you’re forced to scratch at it to quell the itch. “Nothing. We were just…talking.”
“Talking.” He nods, and flicks the roach out onto the lawn before scrunching his face up, unhappy with his decision for disposal. “Alright, we’re talking right now. Should I press you up against a wall and slide my hands up your shirt now or later?”
“Josh…” you begin, mentally flailing about for an excuse.
“No.” He scrapes his chair against the porch, turning to face you. “You know he’s all bullshit talk, right?”
You stammer his name once more, at a complete loss for much else.
“Are you sleeping with him? I shouldn’t ask, but I don’t really give a shit. He’s going to hurt you. And it’ll be bad.”
He leans forward and laces his fingers, seemingly for something to do with them, and waits.
“His hands weren’t ‘up my shirt’,” you finally croak, stunned by this turn of events. Weren’t you just soaking in bath water? Halfway to bed? And now you’re here on the porch with Josh, your friend - yes, but also, your boss - a hint high and discussing heavy, heavy, shit. “They were on my waist, is all. And no, I’m not sleeping with him.”
Relief skitters across his expression, but only for a moment. “But you want to, I think. And I know he wants to…and so you will. And you’re so out of your league with him you aren’t even playing the same game.”
You recoil as if you’ve been slapped…and a slap definitely would’ve hurt less, but he hurries to rectify the situation he’s blundered. “No. No, I’m an idiot. What I mean, is…he’s a professional, sweetheart. A girl in every port and not a fucking one of them with a name he can remember.”
“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do.” You argue without conviction. Of course he knows him as well as he thinks he does. It’s Jake and Josh. Of course he does.
“Do you want a beer?” He asks after another stretch of silence that is fat full of thoughts and things unsaid.
He disappears into the house when you nod, and you have to fight to stay rooted to your seat. You’d run to the safety of your car and speed away if you had half the nerve.
Soon, a chilled bottle is slipped into your hand as he rejoins you.
“Why him?” His query is small and uncharacteristically unsure. “We make sense, you and me.”
“There’s no ‘why him’ and there’s no ‘why not you’.” You lie. “What you saw last night was nothing. A moment of flirting. That’s all.”
“You’re a shitty liar.” He counters.
“And you’re a shitty detective if you think either of you are anything more than friends to me.” You take a casual pull off your beer like this is all just no big deal.
“A shitty liar, and a shitty actress.” He chuckles softly before following your lead with a drink.
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Strawberry Pancakes Pt.2 🩷🤍 pls read pt.1 first! 🫶
I kinda just wrote & didn’t edit much but I hope you enjoy!
Hyunjin smut- Hyunjin X reader female, roommates to lovers, switch/soft dom hyunjin & sub reader, daddy kink, unprotected (use protection 🩷✨), PinV, oral sex female receiving
10am…
You look over at your alarm and groan. Probably time to get up and find something to eat
But then standing up flashbacks of you and hyunjin in the kitchen last night rush through your tired mind
You gasp way too loud
“Are you okay hun?” Hyunjin calls from the outside of your door
“Oh yeah I’m good i….i’ll be out in a minute” you mumble back at him embarrassed
“I made breakfast so don’t let it go cold hm?” He says as you hear his footsteps leave the door and near the kitchen
Fully overthinking it now, you try and pull yourself together. Brush your fingers through your hair glancing in the mirror. Throwing on your flannel bottoms. Why do I suddenly care so much? Its just hyunjin. But the thing is. He isn’t just. He’s…….him.
“No this is weird calm down and eat” you think practically splitting your mind apart
*loud sigh*
you walk out the bedroom door to a kitchen with wonderful smells of buttermilk, strawberries and creme. I suppose he did finish making the pancakes after all
You scan his figure. He looks like a dream even in the morning. Fluffy unkept hair, tired but warm eyes, a very loose tee and. He’s only wearing boxers. You have to get out of your head but…
“Look up look up look UP” you think
You walk to him trying your best to keep eyes on his upper half. He pulls up a chair at the counter and pushes one out for you. You sit next to him admiring the little set up he made.
“You like it?” He asks lightly
He’s placed big fluffy pancakes stacked with strawberries on the side, covered in rich whipped cream. The orange juice in cute little cups. Its adorable.
“I love it! Thank you hyunjin” you say smiling at him
It really was sweet and thoughtful and oh you tried to forget last nights events but they stuck to your mind and you feel it all over your skin.
“Eat, you seem distracted y/n” he says casually (not casual to you) placing a strawberry covered in whipped cream in your mouth
“Oh okay” you reply shakily eating the strawberry you’ve been offered. Why is he looking at you like that? That fucking tease. Its what he does best.
“So um are we going to talk about last night hyunjin or just pretend it didn’t happen?” You manage to say looking down at your plate trying to avoid his glance.
“Unless you want to continue” he mumbles
“What um…..what did you say i didnt hear you” you blurt out in shock unsure what to do with him being so direct.
“Y/n you know what I mean. I like you, and I know you like me too..” he whispers in your ear leaning over
His hand caresses your thigh stroking it lightly with his long slender fingers. His eyes looking right into yours, god he’s irresistible. Puppy dog eyes but still so seductive. He needs to stop before you give in.
“I……hyunjin….” You start but he cuts you off
“Can I show you what i mean?” he says
He grabs your waist and places you off of your chair to face him. He spins you around. Touching and feeling slowly all over your body. You gasp. You melt into his touch unable to deny this feeling he’s creating.
“Tell me to stop and I will” he whispers in your ear
“I…..” he squeezes your breasts in his hands
You whimper, he chuckles at this “Oh y/n”
“Speak up”
His head dips into the right side of your neck engulfing you in soft kisses. His lips plush and soft. Nipping and biting and kissing all over. Leaving marks darker then you’d ever imagine. You moan but muffle yourself wanting to give in fully. Lord knows why now..
“Oh I see how it is sweetheart” he says
He spins you around and pulls you in by your waist and presses himself against you. Looking right into your eyes.
“I want you, will you let me have you” he pleads stroking your cheek with his gentle fingers
“Yes just yes” you breathe out letting completely loose and letting him take over. You cant deny hwang hyunjin.
He slides his hand down your cheek and pulls you in for a soft kiss. Passionate, going deeper with each movement. Tongue swiping your bottom lip for permission which you grant gladly. He lifts you up by your ass grasping you in his hands and walks you to the couch never leaving your lips. He lays you down on the couch softly and climbs over top of you.
“Stop looking at me like that or we’ll be here all night” he groans becoming more desperate
As if you weren’t a desperate mess yourself. Trying to rub your thighs together for any friction, anything to help the aching you feel. He hasn’t barely touched you and he has no idea how wet you are.
You wrap his shirt collar in your hands and pull him in. “Please hyun, I need you too” you whimper
“Thats all I wanted to hear princess” he groans. “Keep on using your words and see what it gets you” he presses his lips to yours again in a sloppy desperate kiss
As you wrap your legs around his waist he grinds his cock against you trying to feel you. You moan into each others mouths feeling pleasure wave over you.
You pull apart from his lips but only for a moment to discard your pajama pants. He rips off his white tee and throws it to the floor. Its stereotypical you think but you cant help but drool. Hyunjin standing in front of you, hard, panting, and the lighting makes him look more angelic then usual. You walk up to him and trace his chest. He grabs your ass and squeezes then pecks you on the lips
“Aren’t the pancakes going to go cold?” You say continuously tracing the circles in his chest, your nose running up and down his neck heavily breathing. He picks you up and lays you down on the couch again. Slowly, seductively crawls in between your legs and you giggle.
“Y/n, i want you, not the pancakes” he breathes out dipping into your neck kissing the bruises as he rolls his hips into yours. You moan feeling relaxed and taken care of.
“I wanna hear you pretty girl keep it up” he smirks and you can feel it in your neck
“All I want is to feel you” you whine
“Then be patient for me” he replies
He slides your black lace panties to the side groaning at the sight of you. “You’re beautiful” he says inching closer, kissing on your thighs, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
You’re usually not this submissive but god are you a mess for this man. You’re on cloud 9. Its like you’re living a lana del rey song.
He kisses, sucks, and licks your folds keeping his thumb circling your clit. Your hands are in his hair. His breathing heavy and you’re screams fill the air.
“Hyunj….mmm daddy” you moan
“Sweetheart, call me what you like. I can be whatever you want” he looks up at you from his lewd position between your legs
“Call me daddy baby.” He breathily moans diving back into you
You hold on to his hair for dear life. Pushing his tongue deeper and further. You’re on the edge. He couldn’t be any harder, if you were around him he’d bust right now.
Right before you can come he pulls away
“Hyunjin” you whine missing the feeling of his tongue
He comes to face you “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He caresses your hair softly looking genuinely into your eyes
“I am. I really do like you, I cant deny it” you whisper still a little afraid to admit it so blatantly
“I like you too” he leans in to your kiss
His hands reach up under your shirt removing it
“God” he says
His cock throbs at the sight of your bare chest. God you were so perfect.
He kisses you again but then gets up to remove his boxers hastily. He rips them off and climbs back up on you beyond ready to just fuck you.
At this point you just give up. You have to look. You look down and my fucking god. Like you thought. A god. Everything about him is pretty. And quite……big.
He chuckles at your awe of him. He sits you up and you’re confused. Is this not happening? But hyunjin has other plans. He pulls you into his lap, hovering you slightly. He lines himself up with you and slowly eases in. You both moan loudly
“You’re going to kill me”
“More hyunjin, i mean daddy please”
You ease fully on to his cock and sit in his lap. You’re both so close and wrapped in each other’s arms. He moves and you’re already a moaning mess in his neck. Rocking and circling your hips. He’s bucking up and rolling into you with his dancer hips. The sounds from your apartment is sure enough to concern the neighbors. Screaming and moaning, skin slapping. But you both don’t care.
You bounce on him feeling yourself about to climax. He holds your body close, grabbing at your tits and moving your hips
“Fuck y/n….”
“Hyunjin im…”
You both scream in ecstasy as you ride the high. Still moving and grinding into each other like animals. Screams and slaps of your ass fill the room. His back covered in long scratches from your acrylic nails.
“I’m” you scream
“Me too baby” he groans as you both release
You both collapse into each other’s arms, he lays you both down exhausted. Breathing heavily as he looks into your eyes
“Y/n, I really really like you”
“I’d hope so” you smirk sarcastically
You both crack up laughing
“I like you too.” You peck his lips affectionately
“How about I get us cleaned up then we cuddle?” He suggests
“What about the pancakes?” You say
“Nah they’re definitely cold by now” he responds with a wink walking to the bathroom
You laugh, oh how you loved this boy.
Thanks for reading!!! Feel free to request or ask any questions🩷
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part 1 hehe
It was a mistake trying to give Neiman your phone to control the music in your car. You thought it might make him feel a bit better, but he just waved your hand away, eyes glazing over. Your assumption that he had cried himself dry on the curb outside the music hall was clearly false, sitting shotgun in your car he contained a bottomless pit of anguish. With anyone else you would have said they were being dramatic. If this was Neiman a few months ago you definitely would have said it. A tiny part of your mind, the one that wasn’t being used at this moment, was still saying he was being over dramatic.
Drums, for Christ’s sake. That’s what this was about. You filed that away for another time. Maybe you could get a small laugh out of Andrew with it, at the very least you would get a solid chuckle from yourself.
“Should I call someone?” He flinched at that idea. “Shit, should I take you to the hospital?”
“I really don’t want to go to the hospital.”
“Not what I asked.” You went to grab your phone to plug “hospital” into google maps, but you made the mistake of glancing at Andrew’s patented kicked-puppy eyes. “Fine. But if I notice signs of a concussion, I don’t want to hear any arguments.” You kept your eyes forward, but you heard a sniff and a small “mhmm” from the seat next to you. “Let’s go get pancakes or something. I’m starving.”
The car was, surprisingly enough, not silent as you drove to the nearest IHOP, albeit it contained mostly you talking about random bullshit to fill the air. The last movie you saw in theaters, your friend who recently dyed their hair bright red, how much you hated shoe shopping in middle school, anything that ran through your head was enough. Andrew was notably not crying, which you considered a win, and was gingerly wiping his forehead with some baby wipes you kept in your glove compartment, using his phone camera as a mirror. When you pulled into the parking lot he turned towards you, turning on your half broken overhead light.
“Am I okay?”
“That’s really not for me to say, Neiman.”
“No, like, do I look okay? Did I get all of it?”
You let your eyes sweep over his hairline, noticing the small cut next to his left eyebrow, and the other one next to his ear. You tentatively reached over and pushed his hair from his forehead (so you could get a better look, of course), looking at the growing bruise forming right above his temple. He really didn’t look okay.
“You look fine. Let’s go.”
Depositing him in the booth seat was easy enough. You halfheartedly skimmed through the menu, pretending that you weren’t just going to order the strawberry banana pancakes for the nth time. Andrew was staring down at his menu, unopened, so you reached over and flipped it to the next page. He shot you a glare that didn’t quite reach the rest of his face, but it did enough to remind you that you were supposed to be rivals, and rivals definitely did not get pancakes together after jazz competitions. You were in too deep now. You took a napkin and wiped up some blood that was leaking from his eyebrow.
“I really think I should’ve taken you to a hospital.”
Andrew looked up from his menu, locking eyes with you. He reached up slowly, brushing your hand with his bandaged hand, before quickly dropping it back onto the table, flushing slightly under the fluorescent lights. You pulled your hand back.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“This is so weird, I don’t know why I’m acting like this.”
“I just blew snot bubbles in your car, I’m not much better.”
You let out a genuine laugh, and he actually smiled, which only made you smile more.
“Maybe we’re both concussed.”
“I feel like that would explain a lot.”
You reached up and put a hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t let out a snort in front of the late night IHOP regulars. To be honest it wasn’t even all that funny, but the feeling of whatever wall you and Andrew had built between yourselves slowly coming down was making you feel slightly giddy.
“I think I’m just gonna get a milkshake.”
“What?!” You half jokingly slammed your fist down on the table. “We are in the international house of pancakes and your just gonna get a milkshake?”
Looking like a somewhat jovial deer in headlights, Andrew shrugged. “It’s food but I don’t have to eat it.”
“Now you’ve truly lost your mind.”
“I think I’ll vomit if I eat a full pancake.”
“Nausea is a sign of a concussion.” You heaved out a laugh. “I really should have taken you to the hospital.” Now he started laughing with you. “God, I’m so awful.”
“I’m worse.” You noticed how his eyes crinkled when he smiled. “I’m ten times worse. You saw what happened tonight?”
“I did.”
“My family fucking hates me. I broke up with my girlfriend because of drumming.”
“I don’t care.” You’ve never felt this dizzy in your life.
“You don’t?”
“No.”
Andrew’s face looked as if it was gonna split in two with how wide he was smiling. Your cheeks hurt. You took out your wallet and left a couple crumpled up $5 bills on the counter despite having never ordered anything, and stood up to grip Andrew by the arm and lift him from his seat.
“Let’s get you to a hospital.”
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psst a lil something for the girlies and the other jazz sluts
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