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PREY | FLIP ZIMMERMAN

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summary: never trust a charming man. his charm might turn into your worst nightmare when the man seems too good to be true

pairing: fem! reader x flip zimmerman

words: 2.1k

a/n: this is the weirdest idea i’ve ever had, do not ask how i came up with it…i wrote this for english lit so if there a name or description to the my oc i changed to ‘y/n’ please ignore since i didnt proof read!!

TW! kidnapping, implied cannibalism

"I can hear you, sweetheart," taunting words fell between the rapid rustling and crunching of the autumn leaves, creaking branches, and the smell of wet weeds and newly bloomed wild flowers.

A thin layer of sweat covered the nape of your neck; your hairs stuck to the side of your face as you twisted and turned to see what direction was the way out of the forest maze—quickly and safely. Every second you pondered, you wasted time. Every wrong turn you took, you wasted energy. Every second, you were hopelessly running away from safety.

You felt a surge of adrenaline as the cold air bit into your lungs. You forced your legs to push harder off the muddy ground and slippery roots, anticipating the relief of finding someone who could help. A sudden ringing noise penetrated your ear; a waft of air shot past you. Your heart sank into what seemed like a bottomless pit in your stomach when you saw a shotgun shell embedded in tree bark. A meaningless piece of brass and plastic, the colour of gasoline fuel, but its shape solid; red like blood.

Your screaming burst through your lungs; it was the only weapon you had. Your breath was sharp and frantic, your eyes wide filled with tears. Fear washed over you as you thought of the possibility of your life being cut short just because you had trusted a man who turned out to be the kind of charming until he got what he needed.

"You broke my trust, Y/n." His voice sang through the thick air. "You know, my favourite game as a boy used to be hide-and-seek. Always played with my brother, friends, family,” A short but taunting silence made your heart race. "They always complained because I played unfairly and cheated," he said, to the sound of his gun clocking. "I disagree."

The soft ground blurred below you. You continued running for what seemed like longer than it should have, figuring it was because of the psychopath on your tail. The only things that could hinder you from survival were your physical limits and your doubt. But your exhaustion also came running after you, and your cramping legs gave in, falling into the pile of wet leaves. Your body shook as you pressed your back against the tree trunk, trying to regain some sort of power to keep on running, but it was no use.

His frame edged closer and closer, his black shoulder-length hair blowing in the low wind. His dark gaze fixed on you as his twisted smile sent shivers down your spine.

Your mind went frantic with the thought, ‘weak.’

He looked at you, jaw clenched, inches away from you. Nostrils picked up the scent of his cologne as your lips started to tremble, knowing you had failed to outrun him. What would he do now that you had tried to run away? You didn’t know.

"You look beautiful when you're scared," he crouches down, cocking his head. "But the fun is over now and I get really angry when people try to outsmart me. Will you try to outsmart me again?"

"Please!" Your voice cracks. "Please, you don’t have to do this!" You cry out, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

"But I do," his voice now soft like it had been before he opened up the door to his cabin. "I have to do this."

Your crying intensified; your chest grew tight as bile rose in your throat. Blood pounded in your ears. Your hands shook. Your feet tingled. Your vision was disfigured, as if you were looking through a fish tank. There was nothing else you could do but give up. His strong arms scooped you off the ground and started carrying you away.

Your heart pounded even harder when you could see a street poking from behind the branches, realising you had given up before the finish line. Darkness was torn from your face, and a matrix of lights blinded you. Groaning, you shifted, attempting to jerk away from the brightness beyond your lids. Your hand hits your face, the drowsiness making you feel like a marionette. But even though your limbs feel heavy, like they had piled on imaginary weight, you tried to pull herself together. Pushing your torso off the ground, you noticed you were back in the living room you had been in moments before you took off running. Your eyes scanned for restraints—none.

But there he was. Tall, broad, muscular, wearing...black? A black blazer buttoned over something white, dark trousers, black shoes, all melting together into one until you blink a few times.

He must have noticed your surprise.

"Don’t worry," he took a swig of beer. "This manor is human proof. Both escaping," he huffed out, placing his hands on his thighs before talking towards the kitchen counter, "I mean like escape proof, soundproof, everything proof." He laughed.

"Why are you doing this?"

You spoke, your heart pounding and your voice cracking. "What the fuck is happening?"

He cackled, like he had one too many drinks, and laughed at a terribly awful joke. "Something very unfortunate for you."

"Let me go. Please. I swear I—I won’t tell anyone."

Silence.

“What happened, Flip?" Your gaze dropped to his frame, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. His hands engulfed the beer bottle he held. "What did I do wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong, Y/n." Monotone. Dry.

"Then please tell me why you are doing this to me." You couldn’t stop your chin from trembling or your heart from wanting to explode out of your chest. "You treated me so well. We slept together. And now. What is this?"

Flip scrambled out of his seat.

Your eyes darted across the room—the drawing room at the cabin, nothing but miles of land and sheep. It stood close to the sea, just off the coast of the Atlantic Ocean, which at this time of year had the strongest and toughest currents.

Flip placed the beer on one of the coffee tables and braced his weight on the gold-encrusted sofa that stood perfectly opposite you.

"I mean don’t get me wrong, dear, the sex was incredible and probably some of the best I ever had but it was part of my scheme."

"What scheme? To lure me to the woods?” You wanted to shout, but every bit of effort you made to speak or move was tripled against the weight of you building fear.

"Look, it’s nothing personal, Y/n," he said, lifting the corner of his lips. "You took my bait and now it's on you. It’s not my fault when you’re so gullible when it comes to love. I mean seriously, falling in love within three dates?"

"Is Flip even your real name?"

"Yes. My full name is Philip Zummerman."

"You give your victims your government name?"

"Well, it’s not like any of them will ever tell the police," he chuckled, his white teeth shining between his black moustache and beard. "You asked me before why I am doing this. I have an answer to that but I don’t think you’ll enjoy it as much."

"What is the answer?"

"I am handsome, well proportioned and insanely wealthy. Those two components work rather marvellously together. I either charm my way out of any trouble or I’ll just pay off what I need to. Humans are leeches by nature, you know," he took another sip of his beer. "Humans crave luxuries and comfort, and what else?"

"I don’t know."

“Yes, you do. C’mon!" He slouched down with the biggest grin he had yet given.

“Ehm,” pause, “Money?"

“Ding Ding Ding…money. How much money do you think it will take to buy an ordinary man’s silence? Say less than a thousand dollars? Maybe even two if he’s desperate enough."

You had no idea how to behave. You felt like you were compelled to listen to him.

Flip stood back up again, beer in his hand, his back facing her as he paced around on the dark ebony floors, the squeaking penetrating your ears.

“And how much do you think you will need to persuade that same man, so dull and simple, to take a life?" His feet stopped moving.

A deafening silence.

What?

"Those dirty old men rummaging around the dirty cities of Colorado would do it for 5.000? Maybe 10. But in their eyes, you are worthless. Not worthy of anything except the price tag above your head that has compelled them to blindly follow any orders given to them. Just like dogs. I think there’s a psychology behind it but then again I am no psychologist,"

“What are you going to do with me?" You asked once more, collecting every ounce of calmness you had left, forcing yourself to make contact with him.

He sighed in response. Like he was... bored, annoyed, rushed? Perhaps all three?

"I’m going to kill and eat you."

His gaze went through you like a blast of ice, his sick smile making your stomach churn. Your muscles stiffened, paralyzed by fear. You could hear the slow, dragging beat of your heart. Fear became a tangible living force that crept over you like some hungry beast, immobilising you and your brain, holding you captive. Every muscle in your body screamed at you to try and escape again, but you remained frozen.

"What…" Bile started to rise again.

"I will kill you, and I will eat you." The clicking of his tongue enunciating his pointed finger on you. "A simple concept really."

Panic started to settle in again. Fear creeping from behind, the hair on the nape of your neck stood up.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no." Nothing but high-pitched whimpers. Shallow breaths made it impossible to think clearly.

Your mind was scattered. How to escape? What had happened? Was your hand numb? Why did it feel like little pinpricks?

"This isn’t happening."

"It’s happening." His dark, monotone voice penetrated past your thoughts.

"It’s not happening. It’s not happening. This is all a bad dream."

You never had a heart attack but if someone had told you this is what it felt like, you wouldn’t doubt them. Your breathing was laboured, and your palms felt wet. You couldn’t think of anything but that your chest might get crushed any minute. "Oh, Lord," you started, "save me just this once."

You were trying to breathe, but you couldn’t. Someone was clutching your throat, stopping you from taking full breaths. But there was no one stopping you. Tears started trickling down your cheeks as panic crept over you again. This time, panic was unavoidable. It felt like forever. You sat there and panicked. He kept trying to say something, but nothing but mumbles made it past your ear. What he tried to tell you was inaudible.

‘Y/N!’

So suddenly his shouting erupted, bringing your mind back to reality as you stared blankly at him. You could feel a tear sitting at your lower lash line.

“There you are," Flip’s voice was half way between a whisper and a shout, deep and rumbling like the earthquake below you but still full of the danger you felt whenever you noticed his eyes on you. "Y/n."

“You’re a cannibal?" You choked back the fear and guilt you felt in your heart, speaking to yourself .

“Don’t insult your own intelligence," he tuts. "I do have a tendency to strongly dislike people who belittle themselves for the sole reason of incompetence or lack of confidence."

“And you just eat people?"

"I have refined tastes," he answers, his expression emotionless, but you could see the coiled tension in his body, the rage ready to spill forth. "You have complimented me on my cooking just earlier this evening. I remember the way your eyes fluttered, enjoying the thigh fillet. I would say your tastes are the same as mine. Why don’t we get you relaxed, dear? Hm? I have a room just for you and we’ll talk about this once you are back to normal."

"Normal. Normal."

You could feel his arms underneath you as he brought you to his chest. Feet dangling in the air as he made his way towards a wooden door that led down a spiral staircase, a red carpet greeting you as he walked past another long hallway until he came to a halt in front of the second-to-last door.

"You know, my dear, normally in these types of situations there would be some revulsion at the revelation that you’ve consumed a person. I see nothing of that in your demeanour. You don’t seem to care about the fact that others have suffered to land on my plate, yet you only seem to panic after you found out that you would meet their same fate... Tell me why? Do you think you are more important?"

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Two Ghosts

pairing: kylo ren x queen!reader 

word count: 2.6k

warnings: neglect, arranged marriage, dislike of s/o, reader has children, descriptions of periods, domestic abuse, old values (women are dainty bullshit), guys kylo isn’t nice remember that, fertility issues, stopping of a period due to stress, reader lives for her children basically, reader obviously has anxiety, reader is basically breaded for heirs, kylo is awkward (the dude doesn’t have social skills. at all. whatsoever), even though he still has some rizz (call him kylo rizz if you would), a good ending? idk guys remember kylo just isn’t a great person and the first order isn’t a good organization too

a/n a long warning list 😬. anyways i never get notes on kylo fics but i simply do not care. i love writing new content for this man. he deserves it all.

summary Kylo tries being the husband Y/N always wanted him to be

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read time: 9 mins 40 seconds

Watching you felt almost wrong. The neglect he’s given you through the years- the pain you’ve felt and him not caring about you for as long as he’s known you.

He didn’t deserve to watch this beautiful sight of his family, the family he didn’t even want. The family he wasn’t even apart of. You two were an arranged marriage, married for political reasons. He needed an heir, your father needed peace on your home planet. You and your children had always been a nuisance to him. 

You had given up on the romantic attempts years ago. But something in this sight, something about you right then made him sick. Something made him click taking in this view from the balcony on the hill.

For weeks he had longing feelings of sadness. He hated admitting it and rejected it as much as he could, but light was seeping into the cracks. His moods began to lighten softly, not enough for you to notice but enough to scare him. Now looking down and feeling this, it was just a confirmation of what was really happening to him.

The sun shown down on your beautiful yellow dress that was layed out on the grass. Your hair was up in intricate braids due to the heat on Naboo, the tiny loose strands were swaying in the wind. The field you sat in was just off a short cliff, the beautiful rural city and coast were just feet away. The perfect escape between the busy city and the old city. The mansion sat atop the hill, separating the two separate terrains. You were on a vacation and had begged him to come for the sake of his children.

Your oldest son ran around you in circles, playing with a TIE one of his father’s assistants bought him for Christmas. Kylo couldn’t be bothered to celebrate, let alone give gifts. Henry was just shy of his sixth birthday. His blonde hair was messy and in need of a cut sometime soon. His gray tunic and black pants matched his father’s aesthetic a little too much for your liking. Running around, he made engine sounds as the ship would like a typical 5 year old.

Your youngest daughter sat in front if you, playing with some wildflowers she had plucked into an array of ‘jewlery’. She was three. Unlike her brother, she had beautiful strong brown hair. Unbeknownst to you, it completely mirrored her grandmothers. You had her hair in your hands, coming through it with your fingers trying to decide what design to attempt today. Amala squirmed as she attempted to join her brother, but you kept her in place in your lap. She was to learn to be a lady as you were. Her dark pink dress was spread out in front of her.

Kylo watched you as the pit in his stomach felt odd. It had always been empty, but this time something ached inside of it. He had never had any interest in you. The times you ever had sex were intended and resulted in children, exactly what he needed. He cared more about Henry than Amala. Henry was the oldest and the heir to the First Order. But work called. He was never a family man, he was never meant to be a family man.

These feelings continued to conflict him throughout the night.

As the sun set you came in with the children. The nannies took them upstairs and readied them for bed. You took your place at the long dinner table. On the opposite side sat your husband- legally.

Over the years you obviously lusted for other men. You didn’t even dare act on your thoughts, or barely thought the thoughts at all. You knew Kylo would have their heads within seconds. With an absent husband emotionally and physically it was hard. In the first few years of your marriage, you struggled with fertility problems. Life was so lonely without the children. He grew angrier and angrier with you each time you got your cycle and your anxiety got so bad that it soon stopped. Your doctor moved you to separate chambers and eventually Henry was conceived after years of trying.

You felt like a failure before your son was born.

After copious amounts of treatment during your pregnancy, Henry was born. And then a while after that Supreme Leader Snoke granted you permission to have another. An heir and a spare.

You and Kylo sat silently eating your dinner. Over the years, you had perfected your etiquette. No slurping your wine, no scratching of the fork on the plate. At dinner you would mostly go over your thoughts from the day. The tuition papers you had to sign for Henry’s first school next year. Amala refusing to listen to her nanny and requesting her mommy really warmed your heart. The beautiful memory of that day you had spent with the children. The fact that you were doing it alone and was so good at it.

He listened to your thoughts. You knew he did. No datapad, no work bot giving him constant coded updates you didn’t understand. Tonight it was just the two of you. Two strangers eating dinner together. The show, the facade had to go on. Media wise you two were the loveliest couple in the galaxy. In reality, you spoke maybe once a week.

“R-80!” you called from the dining room. Kylo’s head shot up from his plate of food to see you waiting on the cleaner droid. You had finished the meal and was waiting to leave this awkward encounter.

The droid came around and you began to exit the room. His hand deliberately reached out for yours as you walked past him to get to the door.

A tiny gasp escaped your lips. You stopped and pulled your hand back, a concerned look was on display.

You were begging in your mind for this to had been an accident.

“It was no accident,” he said strongly. His deep voice boomed through your ears. You forgot how powerful it could be sometimes.

For the first time in years Kylo was feeling anxiety. Over something so minuscule, speaking to his wife. His eyes met and darted over your face. He recognized the braid pattern in your hair. You had worn it on your wedding day. Rarely he had seen it on you, depending if he even noticed you on the daily. His eyes were drawn to your dark lipstick on the lips that were slightly pursed.

“Your hair-” he said. Your eyes flicked up to the window, looking for any sign of a reflection.

Did he hate it, was he about to tell you to never wear it again? Was a strand so obviously out of place? Hell, why was he even speaking to you in the first place?

“It’s how it was on our wedding day, if I remember correctly.”

You nodded your head. Heat rose to your cheeks. This is the longest conversation you two have had in months.

He stared into your eyes. He forgot just how beautiful you really were. They were still the same as always, but this time with a few unnoticeable lines around them. You refused to meet his gaze, staring forward at the distorted mirroring of the room in the window.

Ten years in with two kids, you had managed to keep up with yourself and your appearances. For what, you really weren’t sure anymore.

“May I be excused? I would like to go check on the children.” you asked, avoiding his eye contact.

“Yes, one moment.” he said, his hand reaching out for yours. You hesitantly took it.

Kylo took a deep breath. Even though he seemed calm and composed, inside of his head the red alarm was going off. The urge to even ask you this went against everything he believed in. The twist in his stomach snapped. He gave in to the light feelings, begging for more after how good he felt after asking you a simple question.

“May I sleep with you in your chambers tonight?”

Your brows furrowed. “D-did you talk to the Supreme Leader? Did he give you permission for another?” you asked him, worried. You loved your children but you had no say in having them. The Supreme Leader could make you give birth to an army if he willed.

“No, no. This isn’t about sex.” he assured you. Of course you assumed it was about sex. It was the only time he ever really spoke to you. A slight relief flew off your shoulders.

You sighed, taking your hand from his. “I’m going to check on the children.”

Your heels clicked down the empty hallway. Something in you secretly hoped that he would follow you to see the children, but you knew your husband.

You were baffled in his sudden change of heart. He hadn’t shared a bed with you since- well, since Amala was conceived. You didn’t deny his request, but neither confirmed it.

Your thoughts kept you company as you walked down the many corridors and hallways of the mansion.

The large door was cracked, left like that by the nannies. They knew your routine better than anyone else. Amala was sleeping closest to the door. The canopy above her bed was swaying from the wind of the open window. Henry was laying on his stomach in a deep sleep, his limbs all sprawled out over the large bed.

A smile rose to your face as you quietly closed the door. Your heart was full once again. No more doubt plagued the poor, confused thing from dinner.

You made your way to your chambers. You passed what you knew was Kylo’s. Shockingly, the door was open. You caught a glimpse of him working at his desk. He looked too large for the thing, trumping the tiny chair in size. The patio was open and the moonlight rushed in, lighting his room ominously.

He caught a glimpse of your flowing yellow dress passing his room. He wanted to finish up a few papers before bed, but in his heart he knew he had to neglect his work for one night.

He mustered up enough courage to knock on your door. A sweet “Coming!” came from inside. Within seconds, your door was open and he was met with your fresh face. You had changed into your night robes and had your natural hair down on your shoulders. The bathroom light was on and he noticed the fresh mint scent coming from your breathe.

Your night maids hadn’t been around yet, he presumed.

Something in your look, your energy died a bit when you saw him.

How had he never noticed? How could all these feelings, these guilt trips be plaguing him now, suddenly? What changed?

“We’re you hoping for a maid?” he asked, following you into the large room. He locked the door behind him.

You sat down back at your vanity, pulling your brush out of the drawer.

“No.” you replied. He knew you were lying.

The bed creaked as Kylo sat down. His dark grey dress pants were perfectly ironed and didn’t crease at the contact. He itched at his black turtleneck, swiping the cuff with his finger. He could hear his watch ticking from his wrist. The room was cold.

“May I ask why you wanted to be here?” you asked, a certain confidence in your voice had occurred. Turning now to face him, you finished brushing your hair and placed your hairbrush back in the drawer.

“Honestly darling, I’m really not sure.”

Darling?

If you weren’t so poised your jaw would have been on the floor.

“Today I saw a sight. You with the kids in the field.”

“Oh Kylo, there children. There’s nothing wrong with them playing in a field if this is what this is about-”

“No. I-”

Kylo Ren had never felt himself speechless before, yet again choking up at the sight of his family he used to despise.

Your tucked your chair back into your vanity. Now standing infront of the cowardly man, you waited for his response.

His hand cradled his forehead as he stared at the floor, watching your perfectly manicured feet come into frame.

That’s when he let his first sob out in years. You quickly embraced him in your arms, his forehead finding a resting place against your stomach. Your hands sprawled over his back in a cautious way. Peeking over ever so slightly, you checked if he had his lightsaber on his belt. Thank the gods he didn’t, you were afraid he would cut you into two.

Nobody had ever seen Kylo Ren cry.

“I don’t understand what you are getting at.” you whispered to him. Another sob came out, you began to rub his back.

“I-I am such a fool.” he managed to speak. His eyes looked up into yours, finally making contact for the first time in forever.

The look on your face was baffled.

“What have I been doing? I have a family- a wife? So much neglect, so much hate. How are you still here, my dear? How have I not driven you away, or driven you to worse? I-I have two children. Two beautiful children I don’t know and such a beautiful wife that I’m strangers with. So many years wasted. How did it take me ten years to see this? How did one small instance make my life come crumbling down around me?” he asked, bawling out his words.

You were speechless.

“I want to learn- please. How do I have such an amazing person with me and I don’t know the slightest thing about her? Tell me, w-what’s your middle name?” he went on, now holding you by the hips and eagerly speaking.

And that’s when it really hit you. You two were strangers.

“Amala,” you muttered out. “Oh! T-that makes so much sense—in our daughter. Her name,”

“What are there names, please tell me.” he seemed to beg.

“Henry Cornelius Benjaq Ren, Amala Charress Bryneri Ren.” you answered, a smile emerging on your lips.

Was this too good to be true?

Kylo was stunned of Henry’s middle name. Benjaq. There was no way you knew of his real name. The coincidence hurt him even more.

“Cornelius and Charress…” he pondered. “They sound so familiar are they…”

“My parents.” you answered him. “King Cornelius! How could I forget? Oh Y/N. I have neglected you for so long. How could you ever forgive me?”

His voice sounded genuine. “It’s definitely going to take time.” you sighed. Suddenly the years of loneliness and suffering flashed back in your mind. You broke away from his embrace and walked to the open balcony, giving him an invitation to follow.

“I will try. Please Y/N, let me.” he begged, following you outside.

The warm air brushed against your cool skin. You sighed, wishing you would wake up from this nightmare and your husband would be back. Did someone poison his food?

The yearning for anyone’s touch seeped into your mind. Watching all the other royal couples around the galaxy, they all seemed to love eachother. Hands touching almost constantly, sneaking a kiss or two at events. It was rare that you even got a photo with Kylo at the parties you would attend.

“I know,” he sighed, taking your hands into his. “I wish I could make it all go away.” he said with remorse.

The waves crashed against the sand. The wind was beginning to pick up. Your hair began to sway in the slight breeze. “Make it then,” you whispered, grazing a hand against his cheek. You dared giving him any sign of affection. You were half expecting him to pull his lightsaber out and cut you in half, just as you thought before. Something felt so wrong, but so right.

You kissed your husband for the first time since your wedding day. His lips were slightly chapped and you could taste the negroni he was drinking at dinner. The moon show down on the both of you, and the feeling he felt seemed to pass on to you. Force sensitive or not, the force was in your favor tonight. You felt the remorse and the pain he had been harboring for years. All the sleepless nights over work and heartache over his past life. You seemed to dilute all of that inside of him. You were the missing piece he was looking for all along. The thing he wanted the least was now his prized possession; his wife, the mother of his children, his Queen, his Empress.

All of that love came back. The feeling of when he was a little boy and still had light into him entered his heart once again. Ben Solo seeped through the cracks of his dark, broken heart.

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abby's birthday blurb weekend!

my birthday (March 12th) is upon us once again!! so I'm going to be hosting a last minute blurb weekend!! I'll be accepting blurb requests from tonight until my birthday. so send them in within the next four days!!!

prompts:

- late night

- responses after they kiss you

- coworkers to lovers

- during a storm

- smutty dialogue

characters/fandoms:

- top gun maverick

- the bear

- bridgerton

- joel miller

- brian o'conner

- anakin skywalker

- game of thrones

- house of the dragon

- felix catton

- barry keoghan characters

- adam driver characters

- lewis pullman characters

I'd like to say thank you ahead of time to those who participate and send things in! I can't wait to see what you all send in!! <3

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By The Fire ~ Clyde Logan x fem!Reader

Hello Mrs Gucci!! :) i was wondering if i could request Clyde Logan snowy day smut! something along the lines of soft love making in winter next to a warm fireplace? Thank u! <3

thanks for this request, I’m happy to be back writing for adam characters again!!

warnings. SMUT (18+), fluff, soft sex, just a sprinkle of very mild dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation (a lil bit), creampie, taking clyde’s *generous* load

word count: 673

You’re so, so glad that you splurged and got the white silky fur lingerie set for your winter weekend getaway with Clyde because it’s totally paying off right now.

As soon as Clyde came downstairs and saw you sprawled out on the rug by the fire in your pretty outfit, he was pouncing, quickly taking his prosthetic off before climbing between your legs. His lips press against yours, hips pressing forward to grind against your warm center.

“Fuck, darlin’, when’d ya get this little getup?” Clyde breathes, wishing nothing more than to be able to touch you right now. “Ya look so beautiful, all laid out in front’a the fire for me...”

You smile, kissing him again. “Got it for you, Clyde, wanted to surprise you.”

The corners of his mouth tug up in a small smile as he reaches down to undo his pants. He’s already so hard for you, length pressing desperately against the crotch of his jeans.

“Is this what ya wanted?” he asks, nudging his cock against your entrance. “Is this what ya wanted when ya put this lingerie on and laid yourself out like this?”

“Yes, baby, please...”

He needs no further invitation, slowly pushing his slick-coated head into your waiting wetness, following that up with the rest of his long, thick length. Your back arches up off the plush carpet and you gasp, insides stretching to take all of him.

“C-Christ Almighty,” he groans shakily, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Shit, you’re tight, darlin’.”

“Oh, Clyde...”

You let out a soft moan, looking up at him as he begins to roll his hips, starting relatively slowly. Your hands reach up to caress his face and run through his wavy hair, feeling the way he steadily relaxes with each of your touches.

As much as you love the usual quick and dirty sex, sometimes this slow lovemaking is exactly what you two need. Today is one of those days. The slow and sensual really hits the spot.

Clyde looks down at you, breathing shaky and hips start moving slightly faster when he feels you clench around him. He could cry, this is such a beautiful moment that the two of you are sharing and he often wonders how the hell he managed to have gotten such a beautiful, wonderful lady.

“It feels so good, Clyde,” you say softly, pulling him down for a kiss. “You feel so good.”

His jaw clenches, eyebrows beginning to knit in pleasure as his climax grows nearer and nearer. “Ya feel g-good too, m’ darlin’. I love ya so much, love that I get to have ya in this way.”

You offer him a small smile, kissing him again and again, your orgasm on the horizon. Your hand slips down your abdomen and between your legs, just above where your two bodies are joining. 

Clyde lets out a low moan when you start rubbing your stiff clit, which is causing your insides to grip him even tighter. He’s not sure how much longer he can hold on...

“O-Oh!” he gasps, suddenly reaching his peak without any warning, hips rutting into you as he fills you with his seed. “Oh god, m’ darlin’...”

Seeing and feeling your beloved reach his release brings you to your own only moments later, letting out a soft cry of his name as you ride the wave. You smile up at him, holding his face in your hands while both of you catch your breaths.

“I love you so much,” you whisper, thumb sliding over his cheekbone. “So, so freakin’ much.”

Clyde’s smile widens with your words. “I love ya more.”

When your head rolls to the side, you gasp quietly.

“Baby, look!” You point to the window, where big white flakes have begun to fall. “Looks like we’ll have a snowy weekend after all.”

He hums, looking out the window along with you. “Must’ve been some pretty magical sex we just had, hm?”

You laugh, giving him a nudge with your knee before kissing him again.

“Weirdo.”

let me know if you’d like me to start tagging my taglist peeps again!

[artemisthewh0re]

Forgetfulness

Flip Zimmerman x Black Reader

A short fluffy blurb since I've missed Flip

Early mornings are a constant for you, between your career as a teacher and your husband being a police officer, you barely get any sleep at all. This morning was different though, it's summer break but you still insist on making Flip a hot meal before he spends hours sitting over papers or doing some undercover work. Even though you love doing this for him it's still way too early to deal with his morning bullshit.

"Honey, sweetheart, light of my life," Flip says sweetly as he hugs you from behind, careful not to hit the pan full of eggs that you're frying. 

"What did you lose now?" Your voice is monotone and tired. Despite Flip being a world class detective (in your opinion) and a smarty pants he still manages to lose anything and everything he can get his hands on.

"Can't I just say good morning to my beautiful wife? Your skin is glowing and your fro is even more gorgeous than yesterday." You roll your eyes and stand in silence waiting for him to tell the truth. "My badge," he says shyly.

"Of course you did. Have you checked the entryway bowl?" Flip quickly rushes towards the door and takes all the keys out of the bowl.

"Negative."

"Kitchen counter?"

"Nope."

"The cushions of the recliner?" 

"Aha found it. What would I do without you?" Flip gives you a quick peck on the forehead before heading back upstairs.

"You'd lose your own head if it wasn't screwed on," you call after him. Good lord, what were you going to do with him?

[maybe-your-left]

Do you think fuckboy Kylo would be down to do couple's costumes? Also would get mad at reader for doing a slutty costume, or would he join her?

yes.

of course, he is.

he enjoys group costumes too.

let us MUSE.

he's gone many times as the king of the Frat, dressed like Hugh Hefner, with the silk robe, a cigar, and plenty of bunnies surrounding him. he wanted you to be a bunny but you didn't like the idea of sharing him with others.

his ideas for couples' costumes are all sexual in nature, he likes when you show some skin, that way he can mark you up the night before and make everyone jealous of his claim on you.

Vampires are another favorite, he will play and bite you throughout the night while you're socializing. sinking his fangs into your tender flesh, leaving lovely marks on your already purpled skin from previous escapades.

little red riding hood is another he threw into the mix, making sure you were in a short little hooded dress. pressing and pinching in all the right places, your chest was spilling out from the tight collar. your little basket full of drinks for him throughout the night, he dressed as a wolf, big muscles ripping through flannel shirts, and he even grew out his beard to create a feral effect. you guys didn't even make it out the doorway.

at another party, he wanted to dress you up as a little doggie, complete with ears and a collar. a special collar that you suspected he had bought for other purposes... he was a responsible 'pet owner' who walked you on a leash in nothing but a nude-colored set of underwear and pasties, complete with a little tail that he carefully placed inside your ass. it was a cold night but he loved showing off his little puppy.

he has other costumes that aren't so demeaning to you, he assures you that he values how beautiful your skin looks all slicked with sweat from keeping yourself on all fours throughout the night. whispering into your hair while you tremble from the multiple lets from others coming to say hi to the frat king himself.

some classics he likes to throw around would be: hockey players, he wants to relive his glory days, the Mandalorian, he has the helmet and you have to admit it's fun to blow him while he wears the armor. Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps is another rotation, he likes to wear the speedo and the medals glisten against his oiled chest.

I hope these ideas for Halloween really help you see what kind of sloot he likes you to be dressed as.

also, he can walk me on a leash anytime.

[eddiesxangel]

Hi there! I’m TJ, she/her, I’m 28 years old, Gemini Sun, Pieces Moon, Capricorn Rising. This is an 18+ blog, if you are a minor please do not interact. Welcome to my little corner of delulu. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

** = smut

Take Me to the Lakes camp!counsellor Eddie x camp!counsellor reader series (ongoing)

I don’t think we are in 1986 anymore? Eddie Munson x Reader series (ongoing)

WILDFLOWER ** Older!Rockstar Eddie x PopPrincess!reader series (complete)

Lay All Your Love On Me **Rockstar!Eddie x Nepo Baby oneshot for #munnysummergame

Hey Siri Play Jealous by Nick Jonas ** Bartender!Eddie x Wife Reader

I Do Believe In Fairies Eddie Munson Meet Cute

Clueless **Older!Eddie x Reader

Redemption **Eddie x reader

Babydoll **Dom!Daddy Eddie x Reader

My Little Bunny older!eddie x reader for #munnysonederful prompts

Me and You? Together? Queer!Eddie x f!bff!reader

The Kissing Booth Eddie x gn!reader

You Look Tense masseuse!eddie x reader

Downhearted Eddie x bestfriend!reader

Requests

Just Friends **Perv!Eddie x Perv!BestFriend Reader

But you don’t even like karaoke?** Virgin!Eddie x Bestfriend!Reader

Just a Pinch **Eddie x reader

What Eddie Doesn’t Know ** brothers bestfriend!Eddie x reader

What Adam Doesn’t Know part 2 brothers best friend x reader

The Sweet Days in the Shire ** Eddie x virgin!reader

The Stroke of Midnight Eddie x GN!Reader

Show Me** older!eddie x virgin!reader (most popular)

Show You** virgin!eddie x reader

Baby, Im Yours** jealous!eddie x reader

Fool Me Once jerk!eddie x reader

Driver Roll Up the Partition, Please** Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

Need You Now friends to strangers to lovers Eddie x reader

Christmas Theme Fics

Hoe Hoe pantyHoes **Eddie Munson x Reader

Kiss me Underneath the Mistletoe Mechanic!Eddie x GN!Reader

Hey, Mr. Claus ** Santa!eddie x sugarplum reader

Fuck the Nice List** Santa!eddie x sugarplum reader

Snowed In ** Santa!Eddie x Sugarplum reader

Buy me presents **Santa!eddie x sugarplum reader

Sugar and Spice **Santa!eddie x sugarplum reader

One Direction Eras

Temporary Fix rockstar!eddie x reader

Stockholm Syndrome Eddie Munson x succubus reader

Change my Mind friends to lovers

If I could fly Trucker!Eddie x reader

Rock me TBD

Last First Kiss TBD

You and I TBD

Right Now TBD

Little black dress TBD

Alive TBD

Change your ticket TBD

Truly madly deeply TBD

Irresistible TBD

Summer Love TBD

Fools gold TBD

Taken TBD

I Should Have Kissed You TBD

Older!Eddie Blurb**

Rockstar!Eddie imagine **

Rockstar!Eddie imagine #2 **

Eddie x reader**

Eddie imagine**

Eddie imagine #2

Virgin!Eddie blurb

Eddie x reader **

[acewritesfics]

Baby Halstead | JAY HALSTEAD

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: From Anon

Fic Type: Blurb

Prompt: “Baby, I don’t get down on my knees for anyone but you.” 

Warnings: Late stages of Pregnancy.

Word Count: 778

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST || TAG LIST SIGN-UP

©️ no one has permission to copy, translate and/or repost my works on here or anywhere else.

“Hey!” Y/N calls out to the bullpen as she reaches the top of the stairs, somewhat out of breath, both hands on her large pregnant belly.  

“Hi!” Kim greets her heavily pregnant partner with excitement. “You look like you’re going to pop.”  

“I feel like I’m about to, even though she’s got three more weeks in here,” she breathes, a faint smile on her face. As excited as she is for this baby and wanting nothing more than to be able hold her daughter in her arms, she is ready for this pregnancy and all of its aches and pains to be over. "And, before I forget, I want to thank you for the baby and mommy baskets.“ 

"Don’t worry about it,” Kim says with a smile.  

“Please tell me there’s not much longer to go,” Adam says as he walks out of the little kitchen area, his eyes pleading with her and he gives her a quick hug. Kim leads her to Jay’s desk and helps her sit in his chair; her desk is currently occupied by her stand-in until she returns to work in a few months.  

“We need you back as soon as possible. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to keep Jay in line,” he adds just as Jay walks up the stairs. 

Jay shoots him a glare before noticing Y/N seated at his desk. “What are you doing here? I thought the doctors told you to rest.”  

“They did, but I wanted to see everyone before the baby arrives and she gets all the attention,” she laughs as her husband walks over to her. “I wanted some fresh air as well. The apartment was starting to feel stuffy.”  

He looks at her with concern, “You feeling okay?  

"I promise, Jay, I’m okay,” she assures him.  

They went to the hospital last week, assuming she was going into labor early. But, once the doctor determined it was Braxton Hicks, she was sent home. She still experiences Braxton hicks contractions, but they are not as severe as when she went to the hospital. Both she and Jay were tense, waiting for the fake contractions to evolve into real ones. Because of the way their daughter has been moving constantly, as if she’s restless and eager to come out, Y/N believes she’ll be born before her due date. 

“Now, please calm your daughter down,” she pleads as she takes his hands and places them on her belly.  

Jay kneels in front of her, and as soon as his hands touch her, their daughter’s movements ease significantly, allowing Y/N to rest for a minute. Baby Halstead has always recognised her father’s touch. He was the only one who could get her to calm down, and if he wasn’t there, it was the silky smooth sounds of Jazz streaming through the headphones she’d drape over her belly. Y/N could tell right away that their first born is going to be a big time daddy’s girl. 

“You know, I haven’t seen you on your knees since you proposed to me,” she quips, placing her hands over his as his thumbs caress her large bump. “I enjoy seeing you like this.”  

“Baby, I don’t get down on my knees for anyone but you,” he scoffs, smiling up at her. “And maybe our daughter.”  

She smiles back and says, “She’s going to have you so tightly wrapped around her finger.” 

“Just like her mom,” he comments as he stands up and kisses her.  

“Could you kindly help her mom up so she can go get something to eat before heading home?” she asks.  

Jay helps her stand up and kisses her again before letting her go so she can say goodbye to everyone while he asks Hank if he can take an hour to get something to eat with her and make sure she gets home safely. Hank allows him. He helps her down the stairs and into the car before getting into the drivers seat.  

“You didn’t have to do this, baby,” she reminds him as he drives to the bakery she’s become a regular at since getting pregnant. 

“Yes, I did,” he responds, glancing at her quickly before looking back to the road. “I have to make sure my wife and child get home safely.”  

“And it is one of the many reasons why I love you,” she says with a smile.  

“I love you too,” he says, taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it as they come to a halt at a stop sign. “And Baby Halstead.”  

“We really need to decide on a name for her,” she chuckles. “Before she’s forever known as Baby Halstead.” 

[rynwritesstuff]

Adam Driver Character Masterlist - rynwritesstuff

Hello! Welcome to my Adam Driver Character masterlist! 

Before continuing, please keep in mind that this is an 18+ blog! My content is not written for readers under the age of 18. 

Below the cut you will find: Fluff, smut, headcanons, blurbs, and other writings that have to do with Adam’s wonderful characters.

My requests are currently: CLOSED

This masterlist will be updated as often as possible.

Last masterlist update: 8-13-2023

(Smut or NSFW content will be indicated by an asterisk!)

Kylo Ren

Oneshots/Blurbs The Red Means ‘I Love You’ - Some good ol’ hate-fucking.* Kylo giving reader his cape Trying to get Kylo to bake with you Kylo comforting reader after the loss of a family member Kylo injuring the reader “I want you to be more gentle tonight.”* “I learned to love you.” + “Nobody can compare to you.” “I’ve never done something like this before.”* Arranged marriage + Medieval!Kylo My Favorite Flavor - Vampire!Kylo Sex with Medieval!Kylo * Wasteland Baby - Kylo surviving TROS Mine / Yours - The development of yours and Kylo’s sexual relationship * Willow - Pirate!Kylo Ren admires the sunset (and other beautiful things.) Willow - Part II - Pirate!Kylo Ren takes you in his quarters. * No Way to Say ‘Goodbye’ - Waking up with Kylo.

Charlie Barber

Oneshots/Blurbs Illicit Affairs - The aftermath of you telling Charlie that you love him. Sex with Daddy!Charlie* “Does this feel good?” “No, I still feel like shit.”* Reader being afraid of apologies due to past abuse. Needy reader “I’m not jealous.”* Break My Heart Again - “It must be nice to love someone who lets you break them twice.” Mine, Mine, Mine - You and Charlie have sex after a waiter hits on you. * Crazy In Love - Movie Director!Charlie and reader have sex after a movie premiere.* Enjoying a New Years’ Eve getaway with Charlie*

Clyde Logan

Oneshots/Blurbs “I can’t believe you’re mine.”  Hay ride Yours and Clyde’s daughter getting in trouble for fighting with another student. “I’m not wearing any underwear. I thought you’d like to know.”* Disciplining his daughter Pregnancy sex * Car Wash - Thirsting over your fiance. * Cuddling/A quiet night at home

Flip Zimmerman

Oneshots/Blurbs “I think I’m in love with you.” “I need you to fuck me into oblivion.”* Keeping reader warm Flip being possessive Camping Possessive!Flip eats you out * Let It Snow! - Having sex with Flip in his family cabin.* Playing sexy truth or dare with Flip * Flip seeing reader’s breasts for the first time* Moving in with Flip* Asking Flip to be more dominant with you*

Headcanons Losing your virginity to Flip * Flip saying ‘I love you’ for the first time

Paterson

Oneshots/Blurbs Pussy is God - Sub!Paterson *

Pale

Oneshots/Blurbs Taking Pale to the carnival

Maurizio Gucci

Oneshots/Blurbs Celebrating reader’s birthday on a private yacht Falling in love at first sight “Want me to model these for you?” “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” Jealousy Bellissima - Reuniting with Maurizio in a hotel room. *

rynwritesstuff - 2023

[calummss]

Kylo Ren Blurb: A Little Twirl, Sweetheart

masterlist

summary: kylo wants to see the clothes you bought

pairing: fem! reader x kylo ren

words: 600

a/n: inspired by this gif. SO PLEASE WATCH THIS GIF BEFORE READING!! LIFE CHANGING

“I’m back.” You called into the hallway as you struggled to close the door, multiple bags hindering you from turning around, forcing you to close the door with your butt.

You slipped out of your black Mary Jane heels and quickly tiptoed towards the kitchen table to relieve your arms of the weight you were carrying. Turning around you saw Kylo sitting on the sofa, a nice cut suit hanging off his frame.

“Where have you been?” He asked, his arms stretching over Chesterfield's sofa back, an old-fashioned glass in his right hand. The amber colour of bourbon waiting to warm his throat.

You made your way to him, bracing yourself on his knee as you climbed up to his face, kissing him. “Shopping.” You smiled.

“Alone?” He caught your lips again, the faint taste of alcohol seeping into your mouth.

You kissed him back once more before lowering yourself on his knees, your arm starting to throb.

“No, I was with Arienne for a while but I had a lot to get through my list so I only really spent the last hour alone. Well, besides Hux who is always there for me. Bodyguard and all…”

Kylo’s eyes attentively sat on your figure as you talked about your shopping.

“Show me what you bought.”

“Like a little fashion show?”

His index finger curled under your Vivienne Westwood choker pearl necklace, pulling you towards his face. “Just like a little fashion show, sweetheart.”

You felt him on your lips again, your hand resting close to his cock, innocently rubbing your thumb against the rough fabric.

“Not only does it make me incredibly horny to see you swoon over me but the fact you get turned on by it gets me very wet,” your other hand gently holding his jaw.

“I like seeing you dressed up,”

“I bet you do,” you leaned away from him, your fingertips not-so-accidentally grazing his cock as you sat up from his knee and walked over to get your bags before disappearing inside the bathroom to change.

You put on the first outfit: a two piece set from the Chanel spring collection from 1995. A blue cropped double breasted coat with a black skirt and gold chain.

Opening the door you strut towards Kylo, your outfit fitting like a second skin.

“It’s Chanel,” you said, admiring the sleeves with a grin. “1995 spring collection.”

Kylo still sat on the sofa, his glass of bourbon placed on the side table. He was still leaning into the back of the sofa, his legs open. His eyes scanned you head to toe.

“What do you think?” You turned to give a full view of the outfit.

“The colour suits you and the skirt makes your legs look good. I like it.”

Walking back into the bathroom you changed into a black Chanel dress. A 1992 Haute Couture Spring/Summer show, a rare item you managed to buy. It felt like wearing a winning lottery ticket.

You walked out again, this time with a set of black heels you had also bought, the sound bouncing off the walls.

Kylo leaned forward, bracing himself on his knees as his eyes darkened.

“Can you do a little twirl for me, sweetheart?”

You turned, giving him a full view of the dress.

“This is my favourite piece I have ever bought.”

“I agree.”

“So you like it?”

“Love it.” He stood up, coming closer. His arms wrapping around your waist. “Keep it on.”

“As you wish,’ you combed through the back of his hair, your lips inching closer. “Sir.”

[peterparkersnose]

You couldn’t look him in the eye. Staring at the vase on the shelf adjacent to you, you ignored the man begging for your attention.

“Please,” croaked from his quivering lips. Such a needy man. He knew he had messed up. A click noise in front of caught your attention. It was the sound of his helmet dropping to the ground. His boots clanked on the cool metal floor. A cold hand begged for yours to warm it. There he was, the notorious Kylo Ren on his knees in front of you.

You stare down at him with a cold gaze.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, eyes gazing into yours. His apologetic nurture melted into yours. You took a deep breathe, letting it go with a sigh.

Joining him on the ground, you grasped him in your arms. Your head sat buried in the crook of his neck. You released a sob and a hand sprung to the back of your head to sooth you.

“I’m sorry.”

your body lightweight, speaks to me

language

[mothdruid]

✨ Happy Birthday!!! ✨

Would you please do this prompt for Mills or Flip? (Adam Driver characters)

⋆ “god, you’re freezing! come here, let me warm you up.”

Thank you! I hope you have a great birthday!

omg! thank you so much for requesting an adam driver character! i hope i did Mills justice (:

This was not supposed to happen. You were not supposed to crash on this god forsaken planet. It was supposed to go smoothly, a regular transport mission like normal. If it wasn't for that ridiculous asteroid field. The one that Mills was supposed to miss.

Did you blame him for this? No. Were you mad at him? Yes.

You knew that it was ridiculous to be mad at him, but you just couldn't help it. And he couldn't either. The situation had put the both of you on edge. Not only that, but the ship was barely stocked for a situation like this.

You were lucky to have found the equipment able to figure out if things were okay to eat or not, which also happened to purify water. Some grenades were in the stock, a long with one gun and a knife. The ship had been lacking in medical supplies, which had also added to your frustration.

Day after day the two of you had been barely surviving. Large creatures had chased you through out the area. The landscape was unpredictable, change what felt like every time you turned around. And the weather was even more unpredictable than the landscape, which the two of you were trying to survive right now.

It had been on and off raining all day, resulting in the temperature lowering. Just like the ship not having the proper supplies, neither of you had the proper clothing to accommodate the rain and cooler temperatures. You two couldn't afford to stop moving during the day though, so you made your way through the wooded areas and hoped time would pass before you got hypothermia. Eventually the two of you stumbled upon a cave as it started to turn dark.

It felt nice to be out of the rain, finally getting some much needed cover. As much as you wanted to strip off your wet clothes you couldn't. Everything outside was wet, meaning neither of you would be able to find kindling or sticks for a fire. Instead, Mills decided to illuminate the cave with the tracking device so at least the two of you could see.

The both of you were on separate sides of the cave, the noise of rain being the only thing filling the cave. You had your knees pulled to your chest, trying to maintain some form of warmth. You kept trying not to stare over at him, but you couldn't help it.

He was looking out of the cave, keeping an eye out in case anything braved the rain to find their way in. The way his wet hair was framing his face was stirring something inside of you. A weird part of you wished that you could run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back to show off more of his face.

"Hmm?" Mills voice was low and deep.

You stared at him for a moment, shocked he said anything. A shiver ran through you from the cool temp of the cave and your wet clothes.

"I didn't say anything," you replied.

"But you're staring," he looked back from the cave entrance at you.

His gaze was making your insides squirm. You pulled your legs a little closer to you, try to counteract the chills that were setting in now.

"Sorry," you whispered, then turned to look out of the cave.

Mills had taken notice to your frequent shivers. He knew that the wet clothes didn't help, but he was hoping that at least the cover would help. Apparently, he was proven wrong. He stood up and walked over to your side of the cave, sitting down next to you. He was shoulder to shoulder with you now, startling you a little.

"Why are you-"

"You’re freezing, come here, let me warm you up.” His words were soft and caring.

You stared at him for a moment, feeling a little unsure. When you didn't move he put an arm around you, pulling you towards him. He helped you shift to a comfortable position, your back to his chest with his arms wrapped around you. You were shocked with how warm he was, practically a heater.

"Better?" He asked cautiously.

"Yeah, better," you now shyly responded.

The chills and shivers slowly started to disappear. His heat was comforting, making you almost forget about the warm bed back on your home planet. But for the time being, this would be more than enough.

[jackhues]

🦋 quinn hughes

dandelions - ruth b.

and i've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

all your life you were aware of the idea of 'prince charming', of a 'one true love'. it was advertised to you in disney movies, in books, in almost everything you were exposed to.

and you loved it.

you loved the idea of having someone love you so much that nothing else mattered.

someone who you loved just as much.

and i'm pretty sure you are that love of mine

you watched quinn flip the pancake, grinning as he managed to get it in the pan.

"ta-da!" he grinned, trying to flip it once more.

except this time, he was a little too confident, and it fell on the counter.

"wow, i could never do that," you said seriously, trying not to laugh at the look on quinn's face.

quinn laughed in response, fixing up another pancake as he was adamant on being the one to make breakfast this morning.

you realized you loved him despite the messes he made. in fact, you probably loved him because of them.

you were pretty sure he was your 'one true love'.

i'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

you sat on the field, letting quinn take the reigns as he fished out the snacks for your picnic. it was his idea to go on a date outside, just the two of you.

you picked a small dandelion, admiring the look of it. closing your eyes, you made a wish. you wished for the only thing that mattered to you.

you wished for quinn, for him to be yours forever.

it was silly, but it was your thing.

"i was going to do that cheese board thing your friend recommended, but that was way too hard," he was saying. "so i just made sandwiches."

you smiled, "that sounds perfect."

and i see forever in your eyes, i feel okay when you smile

you stared at the two lines.

pregnant.

you wanted to throw up again.

"hey, come here," quinn said, putting the pregnancy test aside and taking you into his arms. "it's okay. it's gonna be okay. i promise you. whatever you want, i'm here for you, love."

he pulled away, cupping your face as he forced you to look him in his eyes.

"i promise you, this is going to change nothing," he said. "whatever you want to do, i promise i'll be here. i'm not going anywhere."

you stared at him, aware that he was speaking nothing but the truth. he was going to be here. he wasn't going anywhere.

"thanks," you whispered.

"you don't have to thank me," he smiled. "we'll be okay."

you found yourself smiling in response, "yeah. we will."

---

send in a 🦋 and a player/driver, and i'll write a song blurb

[brettlorenzi3]

max verstappen blurb

a/n: heyy! so this is my first time writing on here but I've decided to slowly ease into it by doing a little series of blurbs describing some of the drivers. I know this may sound a bit odd but I've just always loved reading how artfully people describe characters or people in both fan fiction and novels and I love reading how people's appearance can be described. might end up only writing one or two of these since I'm a full time college student and have a job but I'll try my best! feel free to send in which drivers youd like to see me do next<3

there was something about the steady slope of his nose.

something about the dramatic angle from the tip of where his nostrils met, to where his cartilage met his cupids bow, to where his upper lip flared out in an almost perfect line to meet his cheeks.

something about his strong cheekbones, adorned with a light swirl of freckles no one ever seemed to notice, his cheeks still holding a child-like plumpness.

there was something about the gap between his straight brows.

something about his deep-set eyes, framed by long lashes, small creases from his squinty eyed smile, and adorned with a slight downwards angle.

something about the dark ring of ocean blue that protected his pupil from the streaks of icy silver and midnight navy that also staked their claim in his eyes.

there was something about the lazy smirk on his mouth.

something about the small freckle on his upperlip, the way it became more prominent when he was grinning or scowling.

something about the slight rasp of his voice when he laughed, the way his teeth looked almost straight across when he smiled, the almost unnoticeable difference of how his tongue was seen a bit more when he spoke in his mother tongue.

there was something about the easy line of his ears to his jaw, his jaw to his neck.

something about the way his hair came a tiny bit too far over the tops of his ears, the way the cavern between the nape of his neck and lobes of his ears would flush red when he was embarrased, the way he ran his hand from his chin to his jaw to his prominent adagis apple to his neck and to his back when he was upset.

something about the way he shrugged up his shoulders after a particularly bad race, the way the tension in his neck relaxed as he lifted a trophy over his head, the way his hands slithered over one shoulder and under one arm as he pulled someone into a hug with his left hand cupping the shoulder blade.

there was just something about him. maybe it was the nose or the cupids bow, the cheekbones or the freckles, the straight brows or the squinty eyes smile, the ocean blue or the icy silver, the lazy smirk or the single lip freckle, the rasp or the line of teeth, the jawline or the red neck, the adams apple or the tight shoulders, the raised arm or the tightening of elbows. maybe all of them, maybe none of them. maybe we were yet to discover what it was that made him so... him.

so max.

[mrs-gucci]

stocking stuffer blurbs!

just in time for the holidays, I figure I’ll open up my requests. no particular theme for this one, since I’m getting back into writing adam characters, but you’re more than welcome to submit winter/xmas ideas!!

here’s my REQUESTING FAQ, it covers everything you need to know about what I do and don’t write :) please give it a quick skim before requesting.  I’ll be writing blurbs only for this requesting period, so please keep that in mind when submitting, thanks!

I’ve also linked my ADAM DRIVER CHARACTER MASTERLIST as well for a little portfolio of my previous works!

** YES, I will take requests for Commander Mills from 65!! **

(I am not accepting any stranger things requests at this time)

[gingerjolover]

hi y’all!!!

i will be posting some more fics and blurbs tomorrow and friday! im sorry for the delay, work got away from me:(

please request anything from the tags below <3

also i got some adam driver/stranger things requests that i am editing :)