#YES M’AM

[rickswh0r3]

this song with him.

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[clinesrps]

[stcries]

you wanna know who’s been sneaking into my head lately but i’m too much of a coward to actually muse them properly?… ambessa….

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

TITLE: rainy day

PAIRING: michael "robby" robinavitch x female reader

RATING: explicit | WORD COUNT:

SUMMARY:

when a thunderstorm cuts your plans short, you and robby make the most of his day off together at home.

TAGS/WARNINGS:

no use of y/n, established relationship, domestic fluff

explicit sexual content (18+ - minors do not interact): oral (f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, multiple positions, creampie.

let me know if any are missing!

LINKS:

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The bed is empty when you wake up. It usually is, given Robby’s schedule, but you know he has the day off. You sit up, stretch your arms above your head, and leave the comfort of your mattress in search of the man.

You find him in the kitchen, standing at your stove with a spatula in his hand. He looks up when he hears you, smiling in the way that creases the corners of his eyes.

“She lives,” he jokes, sliding the spatula beneath a pancake and flipping it expertly. “I thought you’d sleep longer.”

“Probably would have if you were still in bed,” you respond pointedly. He raises an eyebrow at you and gestures to the pan.

“I made breakfast.” He points to the fridge. “Even got some of that juice you like.”

“You went to the store? How long have you been up?”

“Since five.”

“Jesus,” you laugh. “You’re insane.”

He doesn’t argue, just laughs and shakes his head.

“What did you want to do today?” He asks.

“Coffee, used bookstore, farmer’s market,” you reply. “In that order.”

“Yes m’am.” He flips the finished pancake onto a stack of similar ones. “But first, eat some of these.”

You gladly accept the plate and get the fancy maple syrup from the fridge, along with the juice he picked up for you and the last of your strawberries. You slide everything across the island towards the barstools on the other side and grab some plates and forks before taking a seat.

Robby sets the dirty dishes in the sink and joins you in the seat next to yours, using his foot to drag your stool closer and kissing your cheek when you’re within reach. A warmth settles in your belly.

Mornings like this one are rare with Robby’s schedule. He works a lot — more than he should, really, but that’s an argument for another day — so when you get the chance to see him for more than a brief kiss goodbye as he heads out the door, you both try to savor it.

Because rest looks good on him. The circles under his eyes fade, if only slightly, and the tension in his shoulders eases. He smiles at you when he catches you staring.

“See something you like?” He asks.

“Always,” you respond easily, relishing the way his cheeks grow pink and the flush spreads down his neck, disappearing beneath his t-shirt. “Thanks for breakfast.”

He hums, leaning in to kiss you. It’s slow, soft — syrupy, like your pancakes. Your fork clatters against the plate as you drop it in favor of wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

His big hand settles on your waist, squeezing, feeling the shape of you, before sneaking beneath the hem of your shirt in search of skin. A little moan escapes you at the warmth and he swallows it, licking into your mouth as he does.

Robby pulls away first to say, “You better go get dressed if you want to leave the house today.”

“Leaving is overrated,” you reply, stealing another kiss that’s more of a shared smile against each other’s mouths.

“I’m happy to keep you in bed all day,” he murmurs, “but I know how you get when you don’t get your fancy coffee on the weekends.”

“Fine,” you acquiesce, giving his lips one last peck. “Rain check?”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Coffee in hand, you wander the aisles of your favorite used bookstore. You’ve already got two in the reusable bag slung over your shoulder.

When you cross paths with Robby, he pulls you in for a kiss that turns into a heated make out session against a shelf in a little corner of the shop, tucked away from other shoppers. He pulls back when he hears footsteps approaching and reaches above your head for a book, opening it and pretending to read as another customer passes by the aisle. They don’t spare you a glance, thankfully — otherwise they would see the way your lips are still spit slick and swollen, your chest heaving as you catch your breath, or the way Robby looks down at you, gaze dark and expression smug as he reaches down to adjust himself in his jeans.

The weather starts to shift while you’re at the farmer’s market. Dark clouds rolling in, wind picking up speed, the scent of the earth growing thick in the air. Vendors start packing up, finishing transactions with furtive glances at the sky.

“Let’s head back,” Robby suggests. You agree, taking his hand and following him through the crowd.

You’re nearly home when the sky opens up and the rain pours down, soaking you to the bone. Water drips from your clothes and onto the floor of the elevator, little puddles forming at your feet.

Back in your apartment, the two of you kick off your shoes by the door. Robby sets your bag in the kitchen and follows you to your bedroom, shutting the door. You turn on one of the lamps on your nightstand, bathing the room in warm, gentle light.

Outside, rain batters the windows in a tempo that matches your pulse as Robby’s hands find the bottom of your shirt, lifting the soaked fabric up over your head and dropping it to the floor. He reaches behind your back, unhooking your bra with one skilled flick of his fingers and a smug tilt to his lips.

“How about that rain check?” He asks, his voice a deep rumble like the thunder that grows louder as the storm rages on.

His hand is on your lower back, pulling you against his body. You tilt your face toward his and he takes the invitation, kissing you, hot and hungry.

He reaches for your jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. The warmth of his mouth and his hands against your damp skin as he drags the denim down your thighs makes you shiver. Before standing up, he pulls your underwear off as well, adding them to the growing pile of clothing and leaving you bare.

“On the bed,” he rumbles. You follow his command, lying back against the pillows and watching him remove his clothes.

He joins you on the mattress, caging you beneath him with his broad frame, his lower body cradled between your thighs. His cock is hard and heavy against your mound, trapped between your bodies.

Robby drops his head to kiss your neck, leaving a searing trail that begins beneath your ear, moving down until he’s taking a nipple into his mouth. Your eyelids flutter at the sensation, the harsh pull of his mouth and gentle flick of his tongue over the hard bud.

“Fuck,” you breathe, arching into him. Your fingers tangle in his hair. “Feels so good, Robby.”

You can feel his smile against your skin. He releases you with a slick pop, giving the opposite breast the same attention until you’re whining beneath him. He shifts lower, peppering kisses down your stomach, stopping just shy of where you crave his mouth most.

He gets comfortable, urging your legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs before leaning in and dragging his tongue through your slit and circling it over your clit in slow, lazy circles. Your hips buck at the sensation but he presses a hand to your lower belly, fingers splayed against your skin and broad palm holding you down against the mattress.

Robby doesn’t care about finesse when he’s got those pretty noises you make filling his head. He’s messy with it, sloppy, spit and slick coating his chin and his nose bumping your clit when he drives his tongue inside of you, desperate for more. Your fingers are in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him moan against your pussy, the vibration only serving to send you spiraling even fast towards your release.

Two thick fingers slip inside of you with little resistance, making you gasp. He drives them into you in time with swirls of his tongue, rough in a way that has your eyes rolling and your head dropping back against the pillow.

“Robby, fuck—I—“

You come undone before you can even finish getting the words out, squeezing your thighs together against the wave of sensation that crashes over you. He eases you through it, gentle laps of his tongue instead of maddening circles, slowing the push and drag of his fingers until you’re fluttering around him.

He sits up, beard shiny and lips swollen. He lies in his spot on the bed, turned to his side to face you, reaching for you and dragging you closer, until you’re chest to chest and he can reach down to hike your leg over his hip.

You reach between your bodies and wrap your fingers around his cock. His breath stutters, a quiet fuck, yes spilling from his lips. He’s slick with pre-cum, your fist moving over him easily.

When he flexes his hips, the flushed tip of him drags against your cunt and you both gasp. You angle his cock so that the next thrust drives him into your body, one steady slide into your tight heat that has you seeing stars.

Robby’s hand is on your ass, grip tight enough to ache as he rocks your body against his. The position is intimate, all shared breath and sweaty limbs and your nails dragging across his shoulders, leaving little red lines like a brand.

But it’s not enough. He wants to be buried so deep you feel him for days, so he pulls out even though you whine about it and turns you on your stomach, dragging your hips into the air to meet his and sinking back into you with a groan.

“Fuck,” he growls through clenched teeth. He spreads your cheeks, watches his cock disappear inside of you, watches the way you clench desperately around him when he pulls out.

It drives him a little insane, the way your back arches on instinct and your ass bounces against him with each thrust. He won’t last long like this but he won’t have to, not with the way you’re moaning his name and fisting the sheets.

He brings his fingers to your clit, drawing tight circles over the sensitive bud and waits for that telltale little pulse of your cunt around his cock that means you’re close to finishing and then pinches your clit, a little rough, making you completely shatter, your moan muffled in the pillow and your body shaking with the force of it.

He follows soon after with three sloppy thrusts before burying deep, holding your hips in a tight grip as he fills you with his spend. You collapse against the mattress, exhausted and sore in the best kind of way.

Robby disappears into the bathroom and emerges with a wet washcloth that he uses to clean up between your legs while you lie there in the aftermath of your orgasm, spent and sated. When he’s done, he adds the cloth to the pile of wet clothes and crawls back into bed with you, tugging the duvet up over your naked bodies.

“I guess that’s one way to spend a rainy day,” you comment, playing with the chain around his neck.

“Day’s not over,” Robby says, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “Rain hasn’t let up either.”

You laugh, warm and bright, and he can feel it through his chest. Closing his eyes, he commits the sound to memory, tucking it away for when he needs a little sunshine on his rainy days.

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this fic, please consider reblogging or leaving a comment 💕

[fir-fireweed]

Would you follow this beautiful badass into battle?? The answer is a resounding “HELL YES M’AM!!”

The RO artwork for Cantata is complete and I am losing my mind over it! 🙌🏻

Corinne Xenakis (she/her)

The leader of the rebels, Corinne works to overthrow the monarchy and aid the surviving Iredicci where possible. She is 6 years older than you. She is tall, with long, sandy brown hair usually worn in a messy bun or loosely braided bun, hazel eyes, and beige skin tanned by the sun. Quiet, serious and aloof, she feels a tremendous responsibility for those under her command.

Corinne is a contradiction—she has the grace and manners of a noblewoman, yet fights with military precision that is uncommon for females of noble lineage. She is deadly when double wielding her flintlocks or axes. While not cold, she is not overly familiar or friendly with anyone, and very tight-lipped about her past. What does she guard so fiercely behind her armor?

[zunibugsiren]

Unnatural Part 1

I got my phone stolen, but I found it and got it back! Sorry for the delay. This is just part 1 of a 7-part story, but this does have the smut. Enjoy and tell me what you think!

The picture I imagined this story with:

Here you go my freaky beauties!

At the intersection of Broadway St. and Lenard Blvd. stood one of the many apothecaries in New York City. Dark clouds gathered quickly, encouraging you to hasten your footsteps. You turned to your The door opened swiftly, the wind chimes hitting the door furiously. The beaded entrance parted smoothly for your form.

Leaning on the front desk counter stood a tall and lanky woman. Her mahogany skin glowed under the lights of the storefront, her long fingers playing with the corners of her current read. Perched on her button nose stood a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses shaded with green, her perceptive, iridescent eyes sharply centered on me. 

“Good evening, Ms. Laudie. Those moonstones you put up?” I murmured.

“This is not your usual time.”

“I know. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even rest my eyes.”

 “You still havin’ those dreams?” She spoke softly this time. Her ever-perceptive eyes seemed to slowly wash over my entire being. Ms. Laudie put her book down swiftly and took a couple of steps towards me. Her strong, warm hands cupped my face, brushing my curls and coils back towards my shoulders.

“You feel warm, baby.”, she muttered. Her usual stoic face had a wrinkle centered right between her eyebrows. Her full month was scrunched up a smidge. 

“Wow, look at you worried for me. This is the most I’ve ever seen you move your face.” I softly joked with her.

She swiftly smoothed her face. Back to her stoic facade, Ms. Laudie walked back to the counter. Crouching down, she pulled out her sleeping tincture. She reached over to hand the bottle to me. Before I could take the bottle, she swiftly moved her hand, hovering it over the clear glass countertop.

“You tell me if anything, you hear?”

“Yes, m’am,” I replied, looking down at my scuffed brown sandals. 

Warm fingers quickly lift my head.

“If anything.” Her violet-green eyes seemed to pierce through me. Her mouth set in a slight frown.

“Yes, m’am.” I mocked saluted.

Her mouth lifted up slightly as she handed down the tincture. The appreciation fell short on my lips as she pushed a gold necklace into my hand. The necklace contained a single gold claw, and on the underside of the claw were gems I had never seen before.

“Ms. Laudie, I can—

“You can and you will. I was looking through my wares to find something for you and this damn near screamed at me. It’s yours.”

I gently cradled the necklace, pushing on the gems underneath.

“Happy Birthday to me.”

“Happy Birthday indeed. 25 is a big number. You rest tonight, try to ease your mind.”

“Yes, ma’am, and thank you.”

I turned to the entrance, putting the necklace into my brown leather jacket pocket. I pushed past the moonstone beads and glanced up at the sky. The dark clouds seemed to gather at an even more furious rate.  As I opened the door, I turned to wave at Ms.Laudie.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

As I walked back home, the wind picking up, pushing and pulling my hair, I missed the lingering stare of Ms.Laudie’s stoic face, dead set on my form.

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Yesterday was my 25th birthday and it was…ordinary.

Just six months ago, I was released from St. Mary’s Young Women’s Mental Health Center.

Just shy after my college graduation, I had started having these…things happen to me.

Non-sensical things, at first.

My entire body started to ache and tingle a couple of months after graduation.

I thought nothing of it at first. Then came the insomnia.

 I played Uno with family and jokingly predicted the cards each person had.

 At Thanksgiving dinner, I caught the knife my mother dropped just a little too quickly.

The last straw for my family? I reached to turn off the overarching lamp in the living room, and electricity shot at me.

They tried to pray my “quirks” away. I tried that too. It didn’t work. Because I wasn’t praying hard enough, per my mother.

Just a month later, I was sent to St. Mary’s, an institution advertised heavily to my Catholic parents as the best institution to lead “wayward and faithless” young women, and with my documented history of mental health illness, therapist’s notes, and my reluctant consent, I was in.

Maybe I really didn’t pray hard enough because nothing changed. If anything, my “quirks” got worse. I hid them as best as I could and acted well enough to be released, and after my six months of “reformation”, I moved to the city of New York.

Away from my family with one suitcase, 3 pairs of shoes, and seven months of savings in cash.

I needed a job desperately. 

My email pinged, and with hope, I hastened to open it. 

“Thank you so much for applying for our Technical Writer position! Unfortunately, we have decided….”  

I sighed. Dejected, tired, and hungry, I walked to the corner store to get a sandwich and contemplate my future.

Swinging the door open, I waved to Kenny behind the counter. I walked swiftly down two aisles, reaching for my signature tuna sandwich.  I walked a few steps to the left to get a sweet tea, only to find my usual drink out of stock.

Of course.

Heading to the counter, I placed my sandwich on the counter, my face completely out of it, I was sure.

“No luck yet?”

A sigh came from deep within my core.

 “Nothing.”

“Look, I heard from my cousin, Lani, that they are hiring downtown, get you something down there. They have a new building filled with offices.”

“I’ll think about it, yeah?”

“Ok, and look…” You looked up to see him hand you your signature sweet tea. “...I saved the last one for you. Keep your head up, alright.”

A small smile played on my lips.

“Thank you, and I will.”

“How much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house. Happy belated birthday.”

Tears bit stung the inside of my eyes. Nobody remembered my birthday. Nobody in my family, that is. “We only celebrate the Lord’s birthday” my mother used to scold me. That is, unless it was my father’s birthday, or hers, or my sisters’, or my cousins that is.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Tell me how it goes, you hear?” Kenny's rich brown skin glistened under the lights, and his wide smile surged a little hope in my being.

I grabbed the items and swiftly walked to the door, hand on the handle. I replied, “I promise.”

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Energized and hopeful, I went back home.

2:17 P.M

It was still early, and with that, I got ready. I gathered my shower essentials, my hair products, and swiftly moved to the shower. The scent of white musk, vanilla, and cherry filled the air. Humming to myself, I put ginger-scented conditioner in my long, kinky curls. Softly dragging the detangler in my hair, I thought about the job I would get, placing positive affirmations in my mind. Shower done, and it was only 2:45 P.M.

I placed sweet almond and orange blossom in my hair and started to moisturize myself with my cherry lotion. I put on a three-quarter black ankle knee-length dress. A pearl necklace hitting just shy of the modest top, and pearl earrings to top off the look.

I hobbled around, placing my black moderately high heels on.

“Fake it, ‘till you make it. I am confident.” I incessantly muttered to myself as I headed out to the door.

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 Main St. stretched for a while. My ankles started aching as I went from building to building, looking for open positions.

Enough with the rejections, I walked to the corner of Main Street, looking at the highest building on the block.

 “Please, universe, give me a sign. Be in my favor for once.” I thought to myself.

As I pushed in the door, the cool temperature provided relief to my heated skin. Heading to the reception area, in the corner of my eye, I saw a sign.

“Assistant Needed. Urgent Hire. Inquire at Office 394.”

I swiftly headed there, heels wobbling as I rushed to get into the elevator.

“Hold the door, please!” I groused.

“Why try heels today of all days?”

Unaware of my silent elevator partner, I attempted to straighten myself out, muttering to myself.

“Be confident. Be confident. Be confident. I should have gotten some Florida water from Ms. Laudie.”

Finally looking up, I reached out to press the 3 on the elevator key, only to find the button sunken in.

I finally looked to my left and damn near swallowed my tongue.

A silent behemoth of a man stood ramrod straight and staring at the door.

His firm caramel skin peeked under the entirely black suit he was wearing. It was only then that  I noticed the laundry soap scent wafting from his body. His jaw was lined, partially covered by a mustache, tight, and jumped occasionally. As if the universe didn’t already favor him, his piercing blue-grey eyes were framed by the most beautiful eyelashes I had ever seen on a person.

His eyes.

I swiftly turned forward and was keenly aware of the six-foot-four giant next to me. My face heated, and I started sweating despite the cool temperature. 

The elevator dinged and I quickly exited. Unaware of the silent footsteps following me to office 394.

I reached the office only to see a sign in bold black letters.

“ Closed. Returning at 4:30.”

As I dug through my purse for my phone, I heard a deep, rumbling voice ask.

“Are you interviewing for the assistant position?”

I quickly turned, and there stood the behemoth from the elevator.

“Yes, sir.”

His jaw flexed ever so slightly before smoothing over his face.

“I’m Mr. Richmond.”

He opened the office door and, holding the door, signaled me to come in.

The office was pitch black the only light provided to us was the afternoon sun. He swiftly turned on the lights, and my eyes widened slightly as I took in the space. Beautiful deep browns of every shade took over the office. Instead of the fluorescent lights,  there were warm, low lights. 

Six push brown chairs and a coffee table lined with magazines: Essence, Jet, and Vogue were some of the few.

To the left, there stood a solitary mahogany desk with a typewriter instead of a computer.

The shock must have shown on my face, and he commented, “ I have very high standards when it comes to hiring, and I have had trouble getting someone on board. As you may have noticed, I am not fond of technology. I do not use computers and ask that phones be used outside of your work time. I require my assistant to be proficient in using a typewriter. Is that something you are able to do?

“ Yes, sir.” The institution I was placed in did not allow for digital devices either. I had to make time fly, so I read or typed with the old typewriter in the small, cramped room they dubbed an “ extensive library” to my parents. But he didn’t need to know that.

He quickly turned and, walking up to the typewriter, placed a sheet of paper inside the slot.

He placed a letter to the left of the machine.

“Type this and knock on my office door when you are done. Add your demographic information at the end.” He muttered as he left the room, his door closing with a finality that echoed in the office.

I walked over to the plush leather chair, put my purse to the right of the machine, and began to type.

After writing the letter, I swiftly walked to the door and knocked gently.

“Mr. Richmond, I’ve completed the letter,” I murmured.

The door opened haphazardly, Mr. Richmond looking flushed and his jaw tight.

He reached over to get the letter I typed, and our fingertips touched.

As if electricity shot out, an actual spark traveled between us, singeing the paper. The lights flickered on and off, leaving us in the dark for a couple of seconds.

My heart jumped to my throat. No! No! Not here, not now.! Since my time at the mental health center, I have not had any incidents. No aches, no predicting, no unexpected speeds, and no electricity.  Granted, I kept to myself and kept my exposure to people to a minimum, but still, nothing.

Until now.

I felt myself starting to panic, and when the lights came back on. I started babbling.

“I didn’t know the building had electrical problems. I get why you would not want a computer. I would get tired of turning something on and off, too. I just realized I had a prior engagement. You’ll have to forgive me, I must go. Thank you for the opportunity.”

As I rambled, I gathered my purse and damn near ran out the door to the elevator before slumping on the inside of the elevator. My back hit the wall as I waited to go down to the 1st floor.

Tears stung my eyes, blinding me as I raced out of the building. Unaware of the weather, thunder rumbled incessantly. I looked up only to see dark clouds gather and lightning strike. Not a moment later, rain started pouring. My curls got heavy quickly, obscuring my vision.

As I hastened to move my hair out of my eyes, I felt cool air and became aware that the building door opened up behind me.

A shadow quickly loomed over me. I looked up, no longer feeling the rain on me, into the eyes of Mr. Richmond.

“You didn’t have an umbrella and you’re soaked. Please allow me to take you home.”

His eyes darkened when looking at me.

“Please don’t bother-”

“It’s no bother.” 

“Please”, he uttered, stressing the word.  “My car is in the garage.”

“...Thank you.”

He quietly led me to the garage. My heels echoed in the dark and silent space. A sleek black Ford Mustang stood out among the few remaining cars. 

He opened up the door, and as I walked past him, I heard him inhale deeply.

Thinking I had finally lost it, I clambered into the seat.

Before he could ask, I blurted out, “My apartment is on Leonard Blvd.”

He swiftly made a left, down to my side of town.

The entire ride was silent. 

Internally, I was screaming.

Growing up in a religious home, a strictly catholic home was hard.

The first time I touched myself, unaware of those feelings, I was caught by my mother.

I received 20 swift lashings for “sinning”. I didn’t even know it was a sin.

Before I could even look at boys, I was quickly enrolled into an all-girls Catholic school and consequently applied for and was admitted into an all-women’s catholic university.

I was a good girl, I avoided sin and tempting men for most of my life.

Again, until now.

My panties were soaked, and not from the rain.

 And though my time spent at the institution did more good than bad in my eyes, I have to come to terms with the fact that you can not overcome over 20 years of religious ideology in 6 months.

And the familiar feeling of shame washed over me. 

That didn’t matter, now I thought battling myself. My heart raced sitting so close to him, vulgar thoughts raced through my head, scaring me.

I gripped onto the leather seat.

Unbeknownst to me, Mr. Richmond was having a similar problem. His face was flushed, and at the red light, he took off his suit jacket to hide the very prominent bulge south of his belt.

His pupils were blown, and his breathing deepened, taking in wafts of my wetness. He struggled to contain himself. He had to confirm what his biology was telling him, and he couldn’t have her running and screaming like a madwoman about what she was about to see.

Arriving at my apartment, I made to exit the car.

“Do not do that. When a lady is in a car, a gentleman opens it. Understand?”

I hope there isn’t a wet spot when I stand up.

“Understood.”

“Call me Terry.”

He promptly exited the car.

He gripped the door handle, and I swore I could hear a crunch. Too preoccupied with my embarrassment, I hastened upstairs.

I didn’t hear footsteps behind me and when I went to opened the door, I heard my name being called out.

I jumped and looked behind me. Towering over me, there he stood.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I wanted to make sure you made it safely.”

“That’s ok. Thank you for taking care of me.”

The vulgar thoughts came back to me tenfold. I wanted to fuck this man. I needed him to fuck me, non stop. As I battled internally with myself, I heard him ask,

“Can I come in?”

It was said so softly. So seductively.

I felt myself nod.

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I gave him some wine and poured myself an even bigger glass.

“Do you like sweet wine? I’m sorry, this is the only thing I have.”

“I like it.”

I took a big gulp of my wine.

He sounded different since he asked to come in. He talked much more softly, and every time he opened his mouth, I felt myself get wetter.

He almost purred when he spoke.

And another part of my body purred.

I was going to fuck this man.

I thought I would prepare myself properly when I lost my virginity. I thought it would be on my honeymoon, underneath a much too eager husband, and that I would have to endure the ceremony of it all. I didn’t dream of it much favorably. Until now.

There were no books on how to seduce a man, and I had no instinct for it.  Thankfully, I didn’t need it.

As I reached over to fill his glass again, his hand softly took mine.

I looked into his eyes, at his full lips, and back into his eyes.

“I know you can feel it too.”

My stomach sank. Act normal! No one should know.

“I saw what happened at the office.”

“....the electrical output must ha—”

He stood up and grasped my hand firmly, walking me to the open window of my apartment.

It rained softly now, but there were remnants of thunder and lightning on the horizon of the night.

“Don’t insult my intelligence—”

He gathered my face in his hands.

“...or yours.” He slowly lowered his face to mine. His eyes watched mine, and he placed the softest kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes in excitement.

“I enjoy it when it rains”, he murmured on my lips.

He kissed my lips softly three times.

With each kiss, there was a bolt of lightning across the sky.

I felt the white glare at the back of my eyes, and as I opened them to comment, I found his white eyes looking back at me. His entire eye, pupil and all was white, and they seemed to have a fiery hue.

White eyes!

My eyes widened and I gasped into his mouth and he took the opportunity invite his tongue in and suck on mine.

I moaned.

I attempted to pull back in shock, but he followed for a couple of seconds.

A man was in my mouth, sucking on me as if I were water in a desert.

I pushed on his shoulders. 

“Terry.” His mouth traveled to my neck, kissing and sucking.

“Terry.” His hands gripped my waist with a ferocity I had never known before.

His right hand reached under my dress, grabbing my ass and a side of my wet panties.

“Ugh fuck! I knew it”, he panted.

“Terry!” 

He stopped and panted. His lips swollen and eyes wild and white.

“Wha-what are you?”

His brow furrowed, and his eyes glimmered down to his grey-blue eyes.

Still panting and voice much deeper, he asked. “The question is, what are we? I know you have a lot of questions, and I will answer them. Later. Much later.”

“Let me take care of you.” He stated as he descended on my lips.

I was overcome, and years of sexual repression caught up to me, and I nodded, guiding him to my bedroom.

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I stumbled into the pitch black room.

He swiftly lifted me up cave man style, walked over to my bed, and threw me on it.

He hovered over me. As I bounced on my bed and tried to get a hold of myself, he started furiously going after his clothing as he kissed me. I reached for the lamp to see better. The soft light illuminated his beautiful face. 

His tie came off, then his watch.

His movements became more choppy and intense. His eyes flickered between his grey-blue eyes and his white eyes, until finally they settled on white. He started to unbutton his shirt with a quickness I couldn’t grasp.

It suddenly dawned on me to tell him of my lack of experience. He seemed eager, and I didn’t know what I was doing. The shame and embarrassment came back.

“Terry?”

“Yes?” he answered gruffly.

He was still emptying out his pockets as I spoke.

“Teach me, please.”

He stopped his movements and faced me completely.

“Teach you?” He asked softly as he started to unbuckle his pants. The bulge was undeniably there and big, and I felt my mouth dry. A spike of fear at the unknown hit me at the base of my spine, and I unconsciously closed my legs.

He dropped his pants, my eyes eagerly attempted to get see more of him, but he did not allow me to linger on his bulge.

He crawled onto the bed, slowly opening my legs as to not scare me. His soft hands trailed from my thighs to my waist.

He hovered over my face, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, and finally my mouth.

“Yes, you’ll have to teach me,” I muttered against his lips.

“Ok.” He whispered as he planted a gentle kiss on my lips.

With a final kiss to my lips, he pulled back to look into my eyes. He toyed with the edge of my dress, looking into my eyes. Seeing that I did not fight it, he quickly pulled the garment over my head. 

His hands trembled and flexed.

“Are you cold?” I whispered.

“No.”

He continued and pulled my panties down my legs, and unable to help himself, left it hanging on my right leg as he quickly dove down and took a deep breath in and placed his mouth near me.

Near my pussy.

He let out an animalistic grunt.

My face felt heated, and I swiftly covered it with both hands.

And just as swiftly he pulled my hands down.

“No, no, no, sweetheart. I am teaching you. You keep your eyes on me. At all times. Understood?

I was looking at my electric blue comforter before I felt his right hand pull my face, and I was met with bright white eyes.

“Understood.”

“Good girl,” he groaned as he spread my thighs wide open.

At the first lick, I almost jumped. I moaned. Loudly.

Loud and deep from my core. I attempted to close my legs, but I was pinned down.

“Just feel it. Let yourself feel what I’m doing to you.”

He kissed my thighs as he spoke, looking into my eyes.

He dove back in, giving me a lick from end of my pussy to the top of my clit.

I shuddered, trying to contain myself, biting my lips.

He stopped and came up to my lips. Gently, with his teeth, he removed my hold on them and pecked me.

He had me panting like a dog in heat.

“I want to hear you.”

He dove back in, incessantly flicking his tongue on my clit before sucking it hard, moaning as he did.

My legs struggled to stay open. 

“Ugh, Terry, ugh I feel so g-go—”

I started crying in earnest. I was overwhelmed.

Within a couple of minutes, a strange sensation took over me.

I had heard enough about an orgasm and I knew enough that this might be it, but, my goodness it was indescribable and so terrifying!

My legs started shaking and I felt myself become short of breath.

“W-what’s h-happen-ing ugh, Te-e—”

Tears rolled down my face, and I couldn’t catch my breath. My chest lifted off the bed, bowing my back. I attempted to remove his mouth from me with my hands, pushing on his head with an urgency I have never experienced.

Ignoring my attempts, he quickly placed his left hand on my lower stomach to flatten my body on the bed. His warm and forceful hand, keeping me still, forcing me to take in these foreign feelings pushed me over the edge. 

I felt wetness seep out of me. I felt ecstasy and in what felt like a long distance, I vaguely heard myself shouting.

I fell limp on the bed. Sweat gathered on my brow as I attempted to gather my breath and close my eyes. I didn’t have the energy to move at all. 

Terry did.

He licked me gently now. Panting I pushed on his head, trying to dislodge his mouth from my pussy.

“T-Terry, hold o-on.” I slurred.

He lifted his head. The lower part of his face glistened with my wetness. He licked his lips, his tongue extending as far as possible before he, ran them through my pussy and sucked off his fingers.

I jerked from the sensation.

“You’re ready for my fingers.”

Before I could respond, I felt a thick finger enter me slowly. 

I flinched and hissed in pain. Had I had more energy, I would have put more force into the instinctual kick I aimed at his head.

He caught my leg and kissed it. From my ankles to my knee and back, I was distracted enough for him to slip in his finger to the first knuckle without much of a complaint.

It burned, and as I squirmed, he came up to kiss me. 

He came closer to my body,  forcing my legs wide open with wide body. With his other hand, he tapped his pointer finger on the bottom of my lips twice and looked into my eyes expectantly.

I opened my mouth, and he quickly pushed his fingers in, mocking the act of sex. He pushed in and out of my mouth as he pushed his finger deeper into me.

“When we kiss, open your mouth wider. Think of our tongues dancing. Ok?”

I whimpered and nodded my head so distracted and wet that his finger was able to slide completely inside me.

He removed his fingers and replaced it with his tongue. What felt like mere moments, lasted for a while. The kiss was so wet and raunchy and as we continued to kiss he glided a second finger into my pussy, the motion made easy now that I was a bit more warmed up. I attempted to look down to see, curious about what my body was doing, but he followed, continuing to kiss me, only this time he caressed my neck.

I panted into his mouth and we shared an open mouth kiss between us. He removed his mouth from mine briefly and remaining eye contact his two fingers made a “come here” motion inside me.

Full of pleasure and pain, my eyes attempted to roll into the back of my head. I could here him muttering nonstop.

“You taking it so good.”

“I’m hitting that spot, I know honey.”

“All for you, it’s all for you.”

He caressed the back of my neck from the base to the end of my hairline and gently grabbed a handful of coils, bringing me back to the present and kissed me.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I found you,” he groaned into my mouth.

In and out. In and out. I could hear the lewd noises coming from me as he penetrated me with his hands.

I was delirious. I couldn’t tell what time it was or how long we were at it. He removed his hand from my hair and slowly caressed down my body to my breasts.

He gently pulled my black lacy bra down to pop out my breasts.

He brushed the nipple of my left breast and gently sucked on the right.

My mouth fell open, and nothing came out of it. The next orgasm quickly ripped out of my body unexpectedly.

It allowed him to slip another finger in me.

I protested loudly.

“You’re stretching me out!” I squealed, trying to get up. He placed his hand on my lower stomach again and popped his mouth off my nipple.

“I need to. Believe me.” He explained teeth gritting.

I was so focused on my pleasure, I didn’t notice how tense he was. Terry was practically vibrating.

His white eyes seemed to gain intensity.

“I’m trying to be as gentle as I can, but tell me if it is not enough. I’ll be more gentle.”

“Terry…”

“Shh, don’t worry about me, focus on your pleasure. You’re so pretty, baby,” he cooed.

Moving his hand from my lower stomach he started tapping it on my clit and I sank into the bed. Mouth open and no sounds. My eyes were unfocused for a while before I heard Terry’s voice in the background.

“I need to be inside you.”

Coming down from my high and eyes starting to focus, I vaguely saw Terry pull out his dick from his boxers. I felt that pang of fear hit my spine again. Although my vision was blurred at the moment, I could see the outline, and it scared me. Though it was curved, his dick was so heavy it weighed down, hitting a couple inches shy of mid thigh. I attempted to pull my legs together but failed to move an inch. Not even attempting to remove his boxers, he quickly lowered himself onto me.

His dick slapped my pussy hard three times causing me to jump. It sobered me up quickly, and I clenched around his body.

“I want you to enjoy yourself. Don’t think, it’s just me and you and pleasure. Don’t be scared, I got you.”

As he spoke I felt him, saw between my pussy lips before notching into the entrance and pushing slowly in.

He kissed me as his penetration took the breath out of me. Sharing breath, he kept eye contact as he steadily entered me.

About halfway in, I felt that sting again, only this time much more strongly. I pushed my hips down, attempting to remove some of his length from inside me. He followed my hips down.

Tears escaped my eyes as I whimpered. 

“I know, I know,” he whispered breathlessly. 

“Let’s just stay like this a moment. You’ll get used to it.”

He caressed my face, pecked my lips softly before entering mine. We shared multiple deep kisses, him inhaling as I exhaled for a couple of minutes. 

As we continued kissing, he reached down and gently massaged my clit.

Looking into my eyes and with a slow final peck, he entered me completely and slowly. I felt his hair touch my inner thighs.

I was so full, I couldn’t help but tell him that.

“I’m so full. You’re stretching me out,” I whimpered.

He hunched slowly and deeply into me, barely moving his hips, trembling in pleasure and restraint.

He looked into my eyes to gauge how I was feeling and I clenched around him. He and I both knew I was dripping.

He shook even more intensely.

The entire evening I received back to back orgasms. I knew he was holding back for my sake, but I needed to see him free. I wanted to see who I was dealing with.

“I know you’re holding back for me. Let go. I want to see you.”

He trembled even more.

I reached up to kiss him on the lips.

“Fuck me”, I moaned in his ear.

He immediately pulled his hips back and gave me a deep thrust.

He hit something, and it felt so good I chocked on my own drool.

He started rutting in me and unbeknownst to both of us. Lightning and thunder rolled in. All I could hear were my wetness and his grunts drowning my cries.

The lamp lit next to me started flickering on and off.

My hands, clenching his shoulders started to spark with electricity.

In and out. In and out. In and out. He churned in me mindlessly, causing me to be pushed up and down, getting closer and closer to the knocking headboard of my bed.

I don’t think he would be able to hear much less understand me if I spoke. He was gone.

“So good, so good, that pussy is so good. Give me that pussy, give me that wet pussy.”, he grunted as he mindlessly rutted into me.

He opened my legs, stretching it into a wide V, my toes pointed at the sky. He gripped my ankles tight, locking me in.

I felt myself creaming all over him in disbelief, I was so wet and so full of pleasure. I got louder and louder. My breath got shorter and shorter, I clung to him even more. I was sure I drooled.

He fell down onto me, our chests touching, and started thrusting a bit to the right, grunting into my ear.

I blacked out. Before I lost consciousness, I felt him heave into me a final time, putting his entire body weight behind the thrust, knocking the little breath I had out of me, and cum. I felt warmth spread from inside me and he grunted, pushing his cum deeper into me.

“That’s it. Take it, take it baby girl, get that cum deep in that pussy.” he groaned.

 I felt him drive his tongue deep in my mouth and suck as I lost consciousness.

The last thing I remember was his body dropping down onto mine in exhaustion and his dick pumping into me the last bit off warm cum he had inside him, draining himself dry in me.

Neither of us was aware of the neighborhood blackout or the flash flooding in the area.

[thesummerestsolstice]

People seemed interested in Library Orc Blorbo so I decided to write down my headcanons about him:

His name is Garthaglir (it’s Sindarin for “poem keeper”)

He renamed himself after discovering a love for library sciences, shortly after he moved to the valley

Rivendell’s head librarian

Used to be an extremely dangerous warrior, now considers himself retired

Extremely tall and buff, blue skin, salt-and-pepper hair and a well-trimmed beard

Very distinguished, very polite

Has a tiny pair of spectacles he uses to read because he's farsighted

He doesn’t look like an old man but he is one deep in his heart

He was one of the first reformed orcs to end up in Rivendell, so he helps other orcs adjust to living there

Basically invented Middle Earth’s version of the Dewey Decimal system

Look, Rivendell’s library is like, unfathomably huge, there’s 6000+ years of books in there, someone had to organize it

He, Elrond, and Erestor are the only people who have keys to the part of the library where they keep the cursed books

The three of them also have a monthly book club

He holds a weekly story time for the kids

(Yes, he does do funny voices, no, you are not allowed to comment on it)

Has tracked people down at 3 AM before because “M’am? M’am you have an overdue book, here, I brought my library stamp would you mind just checking this out again? You can keep it out for another month that way. Just a moment, ah, yes thank you, I’ll be on my way now. Excellent choice in reading material.”

He has a fancy sunhat he wears outside during the day so the sun doesn’t burn him, it was a gift from small Arwen and he cherishes it

He has a library cat, her name is Mittens and he would die for her

Uses his free time to teach himself different languages; there are hundreds in Rivendell’s books

Enjoys recommending books to visitors, he’s gotten really good at getting a read on what people will like

Personally, when he’s in the mood for fiction, he prefers a good mystery

[obaex]

the blind date - rafe cameron

summary: your friends set you and rafe up on a blind date, but it doesn't go quite as you'd expected.

words: 1.7k

a/n: based on this request ♡♡ the way this has me giggling and kicking my feet in the air - ahhhh!

“Alright lemme make sure I have this straight: unlimited access to your jet skis for the rest of the summer, your season tickets to the first two Panthers home games, and two cases of whatever beer I want?” Rafe confirmed, looking over to the driver’s seat at his friend Dylan who huffed in reply and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Yes, dude, that’s what we agreed on. Christ, it’s a blind date, not a death sentence. I swear to God if Maddie didn’t put me up to this, I would’ve left your ass to wallow at home alone.”

“I’m doing you a favor” Rafe replied, “It’s the least you could do.”

“I’m telling you she’s hot, you know you might actually be into her, did you even consider that?”

Rafe looked at him completely perplexed. “What makes you think I’m even looking for a girl? I do just fine as it is, thank you very much, plus you and I have very different tastes.” A pause. “Can I please see her insta?”

“We’ve been over this. No. Maddie said it would defeat the purpose of the ‘blind’ part of a blind date.”

“So fucking stupid” Rafe said as he shook his head and looked out the passenger side window.

You had gotten to the restaurant early; your best friend Maddie wanted to make sure every little thing was perfect and she was practically bubbling over with excited energy at the prospect of your blind date.

“This is going to be amazing, I just know it!!!” she said enthusiastically. “He is so your type, I will be at your wedding, babes, I swear it! Ahhh!” She had pulled you into the bathroom and was fluffing up your hair, touching up your lip gloss and tugging at your dress.

“So happy you went with this one, like yes you will thank me later, you look so damn hot.”

For all her flustered energy, you appreciated her hype and as you looked in the mirror you kinda had to agree with her. She had helped with your hair and makeup and the result was truly stunning; you had just the right amount of makeup on to make your natural beauty pop. Your dress was a little more revealing than you were used to, but it did make you feel confident and who knows, the way she talked about this guy, maybe it would all work out?

“Okay, okay, enough fussing, I’m already nervous enough. Can we please get a drink? I need a drink” you said, moving to walk out of the bathroom as she checked her own appearance in the mirror one last time before following you.

“Yes, good idea, you go loosen up, I’m going to make sure they got us that table by the window.”

You sidled up to the bar and leaned your arms on it, happy to have a moment’s reprieve from Maddie’s frenetic energy as you looked around in an attempt to distract yourself. The restaurant was really cute, coastal and modern and there was a sizable crowd between the bar and dining area. The steady thump of tropical house music played softly in the background which calmed your nerves and lifted your mood.

Within moments the bartender spotted you and made his way over. He was just about to greet you when he glanced over your shoulder. “Rafe! What’s up!” he said enthusiastically. “So sorry m’am, just one moment” he apologized as he clapped hands with the tall stranger that had walked up beside you. “What can I get you, bro?”

Rafe was smiling at the bartender and glanced at you briefly when he realized you’d been snubbed. It was a quick glance but he did a double take before he could control himself. You were… simply perfect. Your face held an expression of amusement and surprise with a clear smile that rested on perfectly glossed lips. You had an effortless air about you like you woke up every morning looking that good and then immediately every part of him wanted to know what you’d really look like in the morning… in his bed… at Tanneyhill… the sun reaching through the blinds…

What the fuck is the matter with me? he thought suddenly. And then, Fuck. Was I staring?

The bartender was looking at him expectantly with an eyebrow raised. He asked me something. Drink. A drink. What do I want to drink?

“Yeah man, I’ll have a bourbon, neat, and uh, whatever she wants” he replied, nodding his head towards you.

You smirked at him before glancing at the bartender, “Spicy margarita please, and since he’s paying, I’ll take it with Patrón.”

“Oof” Rafe said, grabbing his chest with his hand like you’d delivered a physical blow to him, “Way to take advantage.”

You laughed and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, well, I don’t believe in coincidences, and it just so happens I need some liquid courage. If a handsome stranger is offering, I’m taking top shelf.”

Rafe pursed his lips and nodded, trying to tamp down the feeling in his heart that you'd called him handsome. He glanced back towards the door to see if he could see Dylan and couldn’t find him. Good he thought, allowing himself to feel guilty for half a second until he refocused on the sight of you in front of him.

He cleared his throat. “So, uh, liquid courage?” he asked.

“I’m meeting a date here actually” you said, shaking your head, your blushed cheeks turning slightly rosier. “It’s a whole thing…” you trailed off, waving your hand dismissively.

Rafe couldn’t reason with himself why he felt so angry that you were here for someone else. Thankfully the drinks arrived which gave him a moment to process as he watched you take a deep sip of your drink.

‘What asshole doesn’t pick a girl up and take her on the date himself?’ he thought. Well, he thought he thought before he realized he’d said it out loud as you nearly choked on your drink in laughter.

You shook your head again, smiling and laughing “It’s not like that, it’s –”

“—Nah, I’m sorry, it’s not my business, I shouldn’t have said that” he interrupted, mortified that he'd let that slip.

“You’re fine” you reassured him. “It was sweet. It’s nice to know there are still decent men out there willing to keep things chivalrous.”

I would’ve picked you up he thought. On time. Walked to your front door. Flowers in hand.

His head was spinning. What the fuck is going on with me. He looked down at his drink and then drank it in one swig. When he set the glass down, he caught your look of amusement as he coughed.

“You good?” you asked, giggling.

He grimaced, “I will be” he said, holding up his empty to signal the bartender for another.

“Is my company that bad?” you joked.

His eyes darted to yours, “Quite the opposite, sweetheart” he said in a low voice that you felt from your beating heart to your fingertips to your belly and shaky knees. Shit you thought as you registered the effect this man had on you.

You blushed and met his warm gaze, realizing for the first time how deeply blue his eyes were, like sapphires. The two of you stood there, an arms-length away and it was like time stood still. You could feel your pulse in your throat, feel your body tingling like it was physically reacting to his proximity. Was he stepping closer to you or were you imagining it? His eyes left yours for only an instant to look at your lips and in that moment he had you hook line and sinker.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the bar in front of you and you jumped. He took an imperceptible step back, clearing his throat.

“S-sorry” you mumbled, quickly swiping open a text from Maddie: ‘Where r u?!!!!”

Shit.

“I-I’ve got to…” you waved your phone by way of excuse and nodded your head towards the tables, literally unable to string a sentence together at this point.

“Yeah, no problem” Rafe said, as casually as he could muster as you moved to leave. “Try to have a good time. And, hey” he said, capturing your attention one more time “Tell this guy he better give you a ride next time, okay? None of this high school ‘I’ll meet you there’ shit, okay?”

You laughed at your little inside joke and met his gaze one more time before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Rafe’s next drink arrived and he slammed it back instantly before settling the tab, leaving a hefty cash tip and making his way towards the dining room.

Dylan fucking owes me he thought through gritted teeth, grimacing all the way through the crowded room, replaying your smile, the way you'd looked at him through thick eyelashes, even the way you’d smelled: like vanilla and coconut.

He was clenching and unclenching his fists as he searched the crowd, willing this godawful date to be over before it had even started. Finally he caught a glimpse of Maddie’s bright hair and Dylan’s frame at a table by the window; he moved to shift around several people when his eyes met yours, seated next to Maddie, across from an empty seat.

“Oh my god” you said, covering your mouth with your hand, stifling a fit of laughter and joy when you caught his eye.

He began to laugh too, the tension in his body immediately dissipating as he rubbed a hand over his face in an attempt to wipe away the goofy grin he felt there as he took his seat.

“What is going on, do you two know each other, what am I missing?” Maddie demanded.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, Mads” you said, giggling as your eyes danced and twinkled at Rafe.

She narrowed her eyes as they darted between the two of you. “Okaayyyyy, well YN, this is Rafe!”

“So, so nice to meet you” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm, though you were thrilled to actually know his name.

“The pleasure is truly mine, sweetheart” he played back, a knowing smile resting on his lips that had you bursting at the seams as you two ogled each other.

Maddie and Dylan looked at you both like you were crazy as you just stared and giggled at one another before they gave up and settled back into their own conversation and you and Rafe picked up your menus.

“Tomorrow at 7:00” Rafe said just quietly enough for you to hear him as he pretended to eye the menu.

“What?” you whispered in reply.

“Be ready tomorrow at 7:00. I’m taking you out. And I’ll be picking you up this time” he said as he shot you a smirk over his menu.

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[instead-of-sleeping]

Far, far away from the Cookie Kingdom

“Pomegranate Cookie, if you keep being mean at them, they’ll keep being useless and your plan will fail.”

“How dare you speak to me in manner? You have no right to lecture me.”

“I want to see this team improve, starting off with how you treat your friends.”

“Hmph we aren’t friends, we simply follow our Master’s orders”

“Yeah, but she isn’t here, is she?”,

“She chose you to be her second in command, because she trusted you.”

!!!!

“Get them to love you, or at least like you, and they’ll do anything for you. Show your- our Master how good you are at guiding them.”

She recomposed herself.

“What do you suggest then, I congratulate them? Give each an award for doing the bare minimum?”

“Not exactly. Just try saying nice things.”

“And that actually works?”

“Oh, it works, all right.”

She looked in the surface of her red mirror, searching for something that you couldn’t see or maybe contemplating your words?

“Here, I give you a head start.” You lightly punched her arm.

“WHOA, POMEGRANATE COOKIE! So you think your colleagues are all amazing but you’re afraid to tell them your true feelings?”

The attention in the room shifted on you two, both cookies and cakes previously busy chatting now becoming completely silent.

“What? What are you—”

“What’s that? You think Choco Werehound Brute is the toughest cake in the tower ‘cause he doesn’t take garbage from anyone?”

The priestess narrowed her eyes at your direction, hating the scene that you just caused and the other desserts’ curiosity. She was ready to yell once again but before she could say anything a glimmer appeared on the mirror, she couldn’t go against her Master.

“Uh…Yes. He is… tough. His strength is greatly appreciated.”

“Oh, well, I do brush my mane with a fork. It really hurts.”

“And what were those nice things you said about Bat-Cat?”

“Um… Bat-Cat never missed a day, even when he was sick.”

“And Licorice Cookie?”

“I won’t do Licorice Cookie”

“And Licorice Cookie?”

“Licorice Cookie’s an idiot”

“But, when he makes a mistake, he own it. And he doesn’t stop until he makes things right. And because of that…”

A smile started creeping in your face.

“He has…”

Come on, come on.

“He’s earned my respect.”

“I have?”

“Yes?”

Pomegranate Cookie’s dough colour was getting close to her robes shade which she used to cover her mouth and used the other to dismiss the group.

“D-do not test my patience. You better complete the mission without errors.”

The desserts left the room, whispering among themselves on the new weird but welcomed change in behaviour.

“Well, if you need me you know where to find me” in the kitchen.

“That includes you, Traveler Cookie.”

“Ha ha, w-what you mean?”

“You’ll make sure the mission goes smoothly.”

What?! “But I don’t know how to fight! I mean who is going to prepare dinner? And wasn’t l supposed to stay confined in the castle? And also-”

“I’m aware of your condition and l’ll make sure nothing happens to you,”

“But since you insisted in wanting to see them improve, you shall be the first witness.”

Damn it, you were so close. So close to find out how your new wand works.

“This is an order, do you understand?”

Maybe this could still be beneficial for your research after all you can’t find old relics if you don’t go out.

“Yes, m’am”

A/N: MAGICAL BAKER LORE DROP WHAT!? I have been reworking this Au I'll explain everying in an another post and yes it was inspired by that scene from Amphibia with Sasha and Grime. My school ended (YIPPE!!) but I still have things to do but I'll try to post more have a nice day :3

[femmecupid]

i love a southern butch. a full redneck (not conservative!), fishing and hunting butch. a butch who wears overalls and camo and drives a beat up truck and has a fishing hook slid into the brim of their hat. a butch who say’s “yes m’am” and “no m’am” when talking to me!!!!! who plays old country love songs on the old radio in their car, singing them to me with a firm grip on my thigh. a butch that’s no stranger to farm work. a butch that is just so deeply to their core country. </3

[lovelyjj]

Just Doing My Job

Stuntman!JJ Maybank x Director!reader

requested by @thornyrose463

Being a movie director had its perks. You loved your job, you really did. You had all the power. You always had to make sure all the actors were good and all the technical aspects of the scene were good.

JJ was smitten. He had a massive crush on you. He was way to nervous to act on it though. JJ was a stuntman on the set you worked on. JJ was great at his job. He excelled at it. He was excited because he got to work with you everyday.

JJ was doing a particularly hard stunt. He had to fall from a tall height. JJ was a professional he had this in the bag. “Alright action,” you yelled. JJ fell and landed on an air mattress. “And cut.” “Very nicely done JJ,” you complimented.

“Thank you,” JJ replied. JJ’s next stunt was a car crash. The car was also going to explode. JJ knew it was going to be a little difficult but he knew he was going to nail it. You called out action and JJ preformed his stunt beautifully.

“Hey JJ, come here we’re gonna talk about the scene,” you called out to him.

JJ always got so flustered around you. He just got really nervous because you were so pretty and he thought so highly of you. “Okay.”

“So how do you think you did?”

“Oh um I-i i think i did okay, what did you think?” JJ asked.

“Well there’s some points I have to discuss with you but overall i think it went well.”

JJ was trying to get the nerve to ask you out. He just was so scared you would judge him. He also didn’t want to ruin the work relationship he had with you. He was already awkward enough he couldn’t imagine if things got even more awkward.

“Thank you,” JJ responded.

“Hey JJ, great job today. Get some rest for a good day tomorrow,” you ordered.

“Yes m’am.”

——————

The next work day went well. JJ wasn’t doing as many stunts as yesterday but he still had to be there because he was doing some stunts. You arrived early to get a jump start on the day. JJ watched you as you worked, not in a creepy way in an endearing way.

The work day trudged on. You did your job as director. Being the boss and directing the actors. After a while you told them to take 5. This is where JJ came up to you.

“Hey uh how are you?” JJ bit his lip nervously.

“I’m hanging in there,” you responded.

“Anything I can do to help?” JJ asked fiddling with his fingers.

“Oh no i’m good just working hard,” you smiled. JJ thought it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

JJ was trying to get the courage to talk to you more he was just so nervous. He was determined to ask you out the next time he saw you.

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JJ was back doing his stunts. It was the next work day and he was on fire. Literally. It was a new stunt for the movie and he was killing it. He was very good at his job and you were impressed. With his adrenaline from the stunt he found himself walking towards you.

After his scene he went up to you and nervously asked if he can have a word. Of course you said sure like it was the most easy thing to say.

Now JJ was scared because of the chance of possible rejection but also what would happen to your work relationship. He ultimately decided that it was worth it to even get the chance to ask you out.

“Um i was just wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime. Maybe we can go grab some coffee, i i don’t know only if you want to.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you grinned.

“Rrreally? you’d like too? you want to?”

“Yes of course.”

When you agreed on a day the two of you went out. JJ charmed you. He was a gentleman the whole time. And it was safe to say there will be a second date.

[kryptonitejelly]

this has been in draft form for very long, now spurred on post-twisters (damn you glen powell) and the need to write my comfort characters to feel happy.

Inspired by this picture because hot damn (i also blame this on you @lostinthefandoms11) - jake seresin x you / set in the flyboy!universe but you can read this as a standalone

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“Where are you going dressed like a city boy?” the question from Grandma Doris makes Jake pause in his step, the set of keys he was swinging around his index finger jangling as he takes a few steps back, popping his head around the archway that leads into the large sitting room.

“To fetch my wife,” Jake says with a wide grin in his face, not bothering in the slightest to hide his glee.

“Must you take that beast you call a truck?” She continues with her questioning, gaze flickering with disdain to the keys that Jake is swill swinging around his index finger.

“Yes M’am,” Jake says his grin managing somehow to grow even wider, amusement trickling down his features at his Grandmother’s obvious distaste for his obnoxiously huge truck, modified excessively and to his fancy.

“Go,” she dismisses him with a sigh, before turning back to the book in her lap, knowing that her grandson was impossible to reason with.

“Love you,” Jake calls out before disappearing around the archway.

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You’re sitting in the back of Jake’s truck, perched on Jake’s lap with your knees straddling either side of him, a gentle breeze darting around both of you in the early evening sun, a soft throw spread out on the surface of the back of the truck. His hands are around your waist, anchoring you down, your hands resting, one on the side of his neck, the other hand loosely off the side of his face. You both have your eyes closed, lips, tongue and teeth moving against each other.

“You know,” Jake manages to say between kisses, “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

You hum in response, not bothering to use words as you grind your hips not so subtly down into Jake’s lap. You are still dressed in your airport attire, tights with a loose t-shirt, and the thin layer affords you a delicious amount of friction.

“Fuck, baby,” your hips continue to grind down against Jake’s lap, and you feel his grip tighten against your waist.

“What do you mean you’ve always wanted to do this,” you find your voice against his lips, your fingers now moving to run themselves against the back of Jake’s head.

“I mean,” he says, pulling away, breaking the make out session you both had been engaged in like the pair of horny teenagers you both most certainly were too old to be, “I’ve considered what it would be like making out with you way too many times. Almost each time we’ve sat together in the back of a truck.”

Jake rests his forehead against yours, eyes flickering open to find yours. Both your chests are rising and falling, almost in a pant as you peer at him curiously through lids that are still heavy with lust.

“We’ve been in the back of a truck like this, parked out in a field loads of times.”

“Exactly,” you see Jake look at you, an amused smirk playing around his lips as he watches your thoughts and emotions flash across your face.

“Loads of times,” you echo again, and Jake surges up to kiss the side of your jaw.

“Exactly,” he repeats, his lips working their way to the space below your ear.

“This is Seresin owned land?” You ask your question as you tilt your neck, allowing Jake better access as his kisses now ghost downward the column of your neck. You knew the answer, given that Jake had hopped out of the truck to spin a combination of numbers into a heavy duty padlock which he unlocked before driving in.

“Yes,” you hear the question in his voice but he doesn’t stop his movements.

“Well,” you say, hands moving down to the button of his jeans, “shall we make a younger you very jealous?”

“God, I knew I loved you for a reason.”

[theorphicangel]

gojo satoru with a short s/o headcanons

a/n: this comes after my dire realisation of how short I am compared to gojo 💔🤞

tags: no warnings, fluff,

- constantly complains about how much he has to bend down to kiss you or whisper to you

- “I swear I’m going to need some compensation for my poor back.”

- “satoru literally no one asked.”

- “yeah it’s all fun and games to you until my spine snaps in half.”

- “satoru don’t be dramatic” “yes m’am”

- he would demand back massages as compensation for all the bending he does for you

- I’m so sorry…but he would do that annoying thing of taking your stuff and keeping it out of arms length from you, making you jump and reach on your tippy toes…he’s a sad sadistic loser

- he would only do it when he wants your attention though or when you’re ignoring him

- “acknowledge my presence first and maybe I’ll give it back. ”

- “satoru please!”

- “please what?”

- “please give it back, I’ll talk to you if you do.”

- “you’re gonna have to try better than that sweetheart.”

- “fine then no cuddles later”

- “okay wait wait— !”

- jokes about your height non-stop which get even worse when he’s with geto, you swear it’s like you’ve locked yourself in a room with dumb 1 and dumb 2

- gets sooooo egotistical when you ask for his help in reaching something

- “oh what was that? does my short princess need help?”

- “shut up.”

- but if it was anyone else mocking you for your height, he’d be ready to shut them down so quickly

- “what was that?” “ I think they seem perfect the way they are.”

- yes he is a romantic ( although he doesn’t see it himself)

- however, you being short does have its advantages, like how you fit perfectly with his body, gojo being obsessed with wrapping your arms around you constantly

- although be ready to get picked up randomly without any warning

- like him dragging you off to bed when you’re overworking yourself or getting too stressed

- would probably end up taking all of the blankets for himself on his side of the bed

- and that’s not because he’s taller than you it’s just because he’s gojo

- although he’d find it hard to spot you in a crowd, has joked beside about getting one of those toddler leashes

- “how would you react if I hypothetically got you one for our anniversary”

- after threats to break up with him that he promises to never ask any hypothetical questions ever again

- maybe you’ll get a piggy back ride (if you make a promise to buy whatever he wants, which works 99% of the time)

- the other 1% of the time he’s happy to give you one anyways

reblogs are much appreciated!

[foreingersgod]

I just saw the kate martin x jealous reader and I LOVED IT !!

Can you try to do a jealous kate martin x reader this time???

Literally obsessed with your fics !! 🥹❤️💋

i’ve been waiting for this hehe (you guys have been so nice to me, i love you all sm)

Night at the Gala . KM

pairing: kate martin x reader

synopsis: kate gets jealous <3

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kate had an event with her team this weekend. some sort of fancy gala to kick start the season, you think. kate hadn’t told you much about it, just that it was a very elegant event and that she wanted you there. and of course you accepted.

you had bought a dress just for the occasion after raiding your closet and realizing you didn’t have anything fancy enough. you opted for a floor length gown, black to match kate’s suit. the neck line had a bit of a dip, which you were hesitant about, but kate assured you it was perfect. “easy access for later” she said.

6 o’clock rolled around, friday night crowds bustling about outside your apartment. you and kate were in the bedroom getting ready to go to the gala. you were still in pajamas, sat at the vanity to do your hair and makeup. kate was busying herself with the cuffs of her blazer. once the last curl fell gently off the iron, you brushed out your hair and ducked into the bathroom to change. it was a stunning dress, really, long and satin with straps looping around your shoulders. the fabric hugging all of your curves so delicately. plus the neckline was definitely doing you favors.

when you emerged, dress zipped up and hair cascading around your face, kate stood waiting. she looked up upon your arrival, lips slowly parting as she took in every inch of you.

“you look absolutely breathtaking” she managed to say, having been absolutely speechless at the sight of you.

“thanks, babe” you smiled, putting on your heels so you could leave the apartment on time. “you ready?”

you attempted to walk past her to grab your bag from the vanity, but she stopped you, hands finding the small of your back.

“you know on second thought,” she purred into your ear “maybe we should just stay home, i’m sure they won’t notice”

she lets her hands wander. her fingers toying with zipper of the gown as you rolled your eyes playfully.

“as much as i would love to stay home with you,” you said “i think the gala will be fun!”

“alright, alright, but this thing is coming off the second we get back, got it?”

“yes m’am”

and with that, you were out the door and headed to the gala.

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the night was going wonderfully, you and kate were having plenty of fun, just as you thought. you caught up with kate’s team and made polite conversation with a few of their partners. kate met with some people as well, discussing her stats and such. things were going smoothly.

you were finishing up a conversation with caitlin, retiring to the bar where kate sat looking for you. she was on her phone, scrolling mindlessly when you took the seat next to her.

“hey, baby” you put your hand on her shoulder “what’re you up to?”

“just responding to some things and waiting for you, lost you back there” she kissed your forehead as you snuck a sip of her drink.

“yea sorry, caitlin pulled me aside earlier to-” you started to tell kate about the conversation you had when you were abruptly interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.

you turned your head around to see a woman, yours and kate’s age, standing behind you. she was tall, blonde, and very pretty. she had a gown on as well. hers about the same length, but pink and strapless. the woman had a nervous smile on her face as she caught your attention.

“hi, oh my god i’m sorry but i just wanted to ask you about your dress!” she stuttered “it’s so beautiful you look absolutely stunning!”

you smiled, relieved it wasn’t some creep approaching you at the bar “wow thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! yea it’s from bergdorf goodman!”

the woman took the seat next to you, extending her arm to introduce herself “i’m madeline, by the way! i’ve never heard of that brand before, but it seems like their work is incredible!”

you introduced yourself as well, accepting her hand shake. she seemed like such a nice person and you were so flattered that she thought your dress was beautiful. you indulged in light chit chat, telling her about the details of the dress. you told her about how hard it was to get the measurements right and how the straps were so cute, but a pain to get over your shoulders. it was an extremely pleasant conversation.

while you were engaging with madeline, kate sat on the opposite side of you, jaw clenched and lips pursed. she was slightly livid to say the least. she was not very happy with the fact the some other tall blonde was calling you gorgeous, that job was meant for her and for her only.

she hated the way that the woman sat down next to you, someone who was clearly occupied with her girlfriend. she was totally stealing your attention away while you were in the middle of a conversation. kate was irked by the way you just rolled with it, letting the girl shower you in compliments.

who did this girl think she was?

“oh, let me introduce you to kate” you gestured toward her “she’s-”

“i’m her girlfriend” kate cut in, giving the girl a tight lipped smile.

“very nice to meet you” she nervously smiled, a bit put off by kate’s sudden attitude.

you, too, were caught off guard by her response. kate was just fine two second ago and now she was acting snarky with this very kind woman. it was incredibly unlike her.

you shook it off and tried to continue your conversation with madeline. as she chatted with you about one of her friends, an upcoming designer that was interning in paris, you felt kate’s shoulder come in contact with yours. she removed her hand from their place in her pockets, sliding them over to your thigh and giving it a squeeze. you took it as a comforting act, knowing she liked to remain close to you. then she lowered her head, placing a frail kiss to your shoulder, clear for everyone to see. her hands were beginning to move up and down the length of your leg as she continued to trail kisses along your clavicle. she was never this crude in public.

you tried to lightly shove her away, trying to tell her this wasn’t the time. but she continued anyways, hands wandering to other places. poor madeline caught the hint, quickly making up an excuse to leave before she could finish her story.

“it was a pleasure meeting you, YN” she said “thanks for the details on the dress, i’ll definitely look into that brand!”

she scurried away and made her way to another table of attendees. you could only imagine how mortified she was by kate’s behavior.

“what are you doing?!” you whisper shouted into kate’s ear, nearly pushing her off you and out of her chair.

“what do you mean what am i doing?” she shrugged “i’m just trying to kiss you, is that a crime?”

“that wasn’t ‘just trying to kiss me’ and you know it.” you were pretty ruffled given the tone of your voice. “you hate being touchy in public, why are you all over me all of the sudden?”

“well because clearly…” she drawled out her sentence “some people can’t take a hint”

“wha- can’t take a hint? kate, baby i’m lost”

“oh come on” she crossed her arms matter of factly “madeline or whatever her name is? you can’t tell me she wasn’t trying to get in your pants”

you raise your eyebrows at her, close to laughing in her face “kate, oh my god”

“comes over here calling you gorgeous and inserting herself into a conversation? give me a break”

“sounds like someone’s jealous” you sing songed, poking at her chest. “you jealous honey?”

she sneered “no! when have i ever been jealous? i dont get jealous”

“apparently when i talk to other women, you do” you teased “it’s ok to be jealous kate. i like it when you’re jealous”

she quirked a brow “you do?”

“definitely” you smirked, reaching over to her, putting your hands on her thigh like she had done to you. under the overhang of the bar counter, you continued to trail up her leg as you felt her breathe hitch and body tense “but i’d prefer if you showed it to me in private”

she gulped deeply when you removed your hand and slid off your seat, motioning for her to take you home. “someone promised me that they’d be taking this dress of my by the end of the night, if i’m remembering correctly?”

she chewed at the inside of her cheek to suppress a groan. she followed you, leading you to the exit.

“let me take you home, YN”

[prettyyoungandbored]

saw you wrote for Charlie and I desperately need to read Charlie fanfics that aren’t my own. So here I am, being that girl, who is requesting a Charlie x FemReader in college. I was thinking that they’re in the same class and Charlie thinks she’s beautiful and tries to work up the courage to ask her on a date. Nothing crazy, just something fluffy and sweet ❤️

M’am, you helped really ignite my love for Charlie Dalton with your brilliant work so I am truly honored by this.

I hope you love it!

Doodles - Charlie Dalton

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x Fem!Reader

NOT MY GIF

For as long as he could remember, Charlie always opted to sit in the back row of every class he ever attended. He loved that it gave him a chance to drift off when needed.

It was no different when he attended Harvard University.

He took a seat and opened his notebook, ready to doodle for the next hour and a half. Just as he reached for his pencil, the damn thing fell on the ground.

He leaned down to grab it when another pair of hands got a hold of it first. His eyes trailed up the hand and he found himself eye-to-eye with her.

Her being the girl who sat next to him. When she took the seat next to him on the first day of class, he thanked whatever higher being there was for giving him the opportunity. But just as he went over to talk to her at the end of class, she’d left.

Before every class he’d promised himself he’d talk to her. Talking to pretty girls had always been easy for Charlie. He’d never had a problem talking to girls.

Why is she any different? he thought to himself.

The answer came on the second day of class when she giggled at one of his doodles and suddenly, Charlie felt like the king of the world.

In the next couple of classes, he would doodle something and she’d smile or giggle. Sometimes it was a characature of the professor, other times it was just random doodles.

And yet, he’d never uttered a word to her, nor she him.

Until now.

“Can’t draw without your pencil,” she chuckled softly.

The fact she was smiling at him made him lose his breath. For the first time in his life, Charlie didn’t feel worthy of a pretty girl’s smile.

He took the pen, trying to hide his own smile. “No I can’t.”

She took the seat beside him as he stared off, excitement brewed inside. She’d noticed him. She probably did only because she was curious as to why he stared at her from the corner of his eyes.

He wasn’t sure why but something inside of him - maybe it was the old Charlie - told him to seize the opportunity.

So, while the professor droned on and on, Charlie was busy conjuring up a way to ask her out. Then he realized his answer - a doodle. But it needed to be good enough to get her to say yes.

That’s when he started drawing a flower. He tried with a rose first but it proved to be a difficult task. Rose petals were not his strong suit.

So he started on asters. Asters had to be easy right?

Wrong. Again, petals were his worst enemy as his aster pedals looked like hot dogs.

He moved onto cosmos and started to get somewhere. He sighed in relief. He was finally getting somewhere.

That’s when he saw a folded note on his desk. He picked it up and in cursive handwriting it read, “No boob drawings today? Are you ok?”

He looked over at her and she smiled at him. He smiled back and mouthed, “you’ll see.”

He continued on with his cosmos flowers until he felt it was enough.

Now it was time to bring it home with the question. What could he write to make this girl go out with him?

That’s when it hit him.

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As Y/N gathered her stuff at the end of class, she noticed a folded piece of paper on her desk. On it was a handwritten note.

OPEN ME.

She opened it to find a bunch of flowers sketched out all over the lined paper. Then, in the middle of the page in red ink, it read:

I suck at drawing flowers, but I’ll have some real ones for you on Friday night. Meet me at the library at 7 pm.

[metag-meeple]

[There is a black Queen zooming through the halls on the first floor. She seems to be looking for something...]

- @chessboardalliance-meeplemadness

[The meetag (yes, the sentient one,) watched from the corner for a moment, and unable to find a queen in his employee or recent customer records, stepped out in front of her(?) abruptly.]

[SIR OR M’AM, MAY I ASSIST YOU?]

(Couldn’t sleep so I’m back)