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[silvernight-m]

Soft Jake Lockley is my religion!!!!

God I love him so fucking much!

Floorboards and Astroturf

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T•Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Jake has a surprise for you on a rainy day.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: Short and sweet <3 (I hope)

Warnings: fluff, reader being a little grumpy, Jake Jumpscare, Jake calling reader 'amor', typos - my head is really not in the game atm, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 643

You were a little bummed out as you made your way home from work on Friday. 

Not because the traffic was bad (it was) or that the bus was late (as normal) and full to the brim (you did manage to find some space towards the back doors), but because it raining. 

And was going to continue to do so for the rest of the weekend. 

On Wednesday the weather forecast had said the weekend ahead would have clear skies. On Thursday it predicted sunshine. 

And now here you were with a full year's worth of rain over two days. Excellent. 

Not that weather patterns that changed at the flip of a coin wasn’t unusual. It was just that you’d planned to go on a picnic on Saturday with Steven, Marc, and Jake to Greenwich park. And now that definitely wasn’t going to happen. Unless you want wanted to swim there and back. 

So you were in a little bit of a bad mood when you got back to the flat. Shutting the door a little too hard, stamping your feet as you took off your shoes and sighing. 

You didn’t expect Jake to be grinning like the Cheshire cat right in front of you when you turned around. 

“Fuck!” You visually jump and Jake can’t stop a small chuckle. 

“Sorry amor, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Could have fooled me.” You said a little harsher than normal, but Jake didn’t seem to mind. 

He holds up his hands and smiles. 

“What are you doing there anyway, just… standing there?” 

“Waiting for you.”

You give him a look. 

“I heard your footsteps in the hall.” He shrugs as if it’s not a big deal, and you decide to let his uncanny ability to differentiate individuals slip for now. “I have a surprise for you.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him as he steps forward and helps you out of your coat before handing it on the stand. 

“Thank you.” You mumble, starting to smile at how purposefully over the top he is acting, putting on a playful performance for you.

He takes you by the hand and leads you further into the flat. Once your field of vision isn’t blocked by Steven’s bookshelf you laugh quietly. A large grin spreads itself over your face, your shoulders relaxing. 

Jake smiles wider. 

He’s moved the furniture out of the way so that there’s a large space on the floor. There’s a large patch of floorboards that are covered with fake grass and topped with a tartan blanket. He’s also set up the mini projector with his phone, an image of a sunny park projected onto the bedsheet he’s draped over one of the bookshelves. 

By the blanket is a selection of food and drink, some that you purposefully bought for the weekend yesterday, and some that he’s obviously made today. 

“You like it?” He asks, eyes sparkling even though he knows the answer.

“I love it.” You say softly before you turn and hug him tightly. 

“I know you were disappointed about the weather…” he kisses your cheek. “I don’t deserve all the credit, Marc and Steven helped.” 

“Not true!” Steven suddenly chimes in.

“Came up with the idea and did it all himself!” Marc adds proudly. 

A touch of heat builds in Jake’s cheeks. “Yeah… well, you guys helped.” 

You giggle and kiss him lightly. “You’re the sweetest person in the world, Jake Lockley.” 

He grins, giving you another little squeeze and puffing his chest out a little. “I’m okay.” 

“The best.” 

He presses his lips to yours, soft and sweet, but deep and longing. Slowly taking you apart with his tongue. “Does the best person get whatever he wants?” He teases. 

“I don’t know…” You pretend to think. “What does he want?” 

He nuzzles your cheek. “I think you have a rough idea.”

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[danahart]

somebody tell that bitch sebastian vettel that i fucking love him

[lleclercism]

need ferrari and leclerc go lock the fuck in i cannot watch this sport with a red bull and a mclaren leading the championship brother EWWWW

[ifyoucandaniel]

Cards on the Table by @wesslan 🔮

now that wes has their copy i am so happy to be able to share this bind!! when i started this bind back in like february, it was because i saw another binder on instagram (peachybinds) use halo laminate on her dust jackets and i immediately thought to myself i need to do that right now. my second thought was it obviously needed to be completely pink, duh! 🎀🌸💞

i really leaned into the tarot/witchy vibes (this is a theme with me if you can’t tell. i take a theme and i R U N) and ofc the pink. i ran into the small issue of wanting a very pink tim with specific themes from the story so i just wound up drawing him myself so pls do not zoom in, my skills do not lie in art 🫠 i gave him all my jewelry though so that was fun!

this fic is genuinely just such a fun, good read i had such a good time working on this :) the chapter titles are my favorite of probably any fic i’ve ever read and making individual little tarot card-esq headers was fun, but i was fighting for my LIFE drawing them, so i had some help from canva with the sun rays 😩 digital art hates me </3

also?? WHY is taking pictures of my binds the hardest part of binding….. guys i can’t get a good picture to save my life :’) i also only took one (1) photo of the authors copy so i have no proof of its existence 😔✋

if you haven’t read it yet, definitely give this fic a chance, it is so much fun and tim is such a little liar it’s great <3

[mrsoread]

Fanbind: sea change by @eleadore

„There was nothing simple between them after all. Whatever edges time had sanded down were still rough enough to catch.“

Sometimes you find the fic and sometimes the fic finds you – and sea change most definitely found me. I had just read the wonderful The Isle of Ogyia by @citrusses (make sure you read that gem of a story!) - and thus was already in the mood for more sea vibes when @eleadore's fresh-off-the-press fic appeared in front of me and lured me in with its stunning art header.

So I dove in and was absolutely swept away….by the delicate poetic prose (“layers of studied indifference shaved away by one easy look” 🫠), by this story that is so immersive and both so gentle and rough. And it’s not just just Draco and Harry’s relationship that is beautifully written as it slowly unfolds - it also has such a unique and creative take on Harry’s relationship with his mother. 

Already halfway in I knew that THIS would be the fic I want to bind as a little surprise for my dearest binder friend Anna @annaadmires for our meetup.

Also, I finally(!) wanted to endeavour typesetting and a single-chapter 40.000 word story seemed absolutely perfect. I kept it quite simple for my first attempt but wanted to integrate the feeling of the SEA™ and of course eleadore’s gorgeous art! 

Probably the most special and nerve-wrecking and absolutely lovely part for me was that for the first time I had the honour of making an author copy!! And when sending it out I just couldn't resist adding a little nod to eleadore's short yet excellent drarry thesis. Ehehehe.

It was an absolute joy making these little binds and especially the three different yet matching versions of the cover - one for Anna, one for Ella, and one for myself.

I absolutely cannot wait to read it again – you absolutely should, too!

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Cover: Hand foiled with foil quill on smooth 180g craft paper by Paper Poetry

Binding: Pamphlet bind with chain stitch using embroidery thread

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Your Favorite Flavor - pt4

modern!aemond x fem!dealer!reader 

Previous Parts

Summary: You two visit each other a couple more times before the winter/holiday break. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, smoking, drugs(weed), oral(m+f), p in v, unprotected, public, one time skip but it’s literally just one week

Authors Note: new header for this bc i wanted to 😌 this is sweet soft and filthy as usual 🤗 so down bad for this man i have hella half written fics for him rn 😅 

Word Count: 4k

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All week Aemond has been waiting for this class because once it’s done you’ll be here. His roommate once again said he would stay somewhere else for the weekend. You shouted over FaceTime this morning that you would leave him baggies again and thank him profusely. He waves you off and just asks you two not to use his bed to which Aemond turns red saying you would never. 

As he walks to his class and smiles when you text him that you’ll be on your way as he takes his seat in the lecture hall. Every time he sits in the seat he’s reminded of you grinding against him and calling him- he shakes his head and looks at the professor behind the desk that you two- he pulls out his phone to text you. 

aemond: every time i sit in this lecture hall all i can think about is you 

you: that was my intention 🤗 i can’t wait to see you after 🤤 

He shoves his phone back into his pocket and pulls out his notebook trying his hardest to focus. 

Across the campus you’re already here and making your way up to his dorm. You knock quickly hoping his roommate is still here to let you in. He opens the door and smiles when he sees you. 

“Aemonds girlfriend with the good weed.” he beams, opening the door. “I didn’t think you would be here this early. Lemme get my stuff and I'll leave.” he nods you in as he grabs his bags. 

“This is for you.” you hand him a small baggie. “Be careful this will have you laid out.” you chuckle. 

“Thank you.” he grins, grabbing the baggie. “Also if you both are up for it there’s a party. Just have Aemond text me and I’ll get you guys in.” he tosses over his shoulder before shutting the door leaving you alone. 

You look around the room and set your bags on Aemonds bed. You walk over to the fridge and gasp when you see it’s filled with your soda and candy. You grab a soda and go lay back on his bed to wait for the end of his class. You smile when his name pops across your screen. 

aemond: are you almost here?

you: yeah you have time to go back to your dorm first

aemond: i’m excited to see you 

you: so am i baby almond 

aemond: 🫠

Aemond is thankful you can’t see the smile spread across his face at the nickname. This week has dragged but he’s thankful to finally see you again. This time he made sure to go to the store before you got here so he can welcome you properly. He starts up the stairs of his building and when he opens the door to his dorm he’s sure his heart will stop. He shuts the door and turns back to you waiting for him on your knees. 

“Hi.” he drops his backpack to the ground before walking over to you. 

“Hi.” you look up at him and he groans, trailing his fingers down your jaw. You reach up and tug his joggers down and you smile, finding him hardening already. You kiss down the side of his length before trailing your tongue up the underside along his vein. 

“Fuck.” he groans as you press smalls kisses along his length before kissing across his tip. He looks down at you with blown pupils as you slowly suck him into your mouth. You blink up at him as he hits the back of your throat and his heart skips. He could come at the sight of you like this. You start to bob your head quickly and his fingers bury into your hair. He starts to control your movements but quickly stops and you hum around him pulling off. 

“You can.” your words soft as you nod. Your hand finds his in your hair and tightens his fingers again. He watches you with parted lips and you open your mouth and look up to him waiting. His cock twitches watching you waiting for him. He grabs his length and trails it over your lips before pushing back into your mouth. You wrap your lips around him and he groans feeling his stomach tighten. He starts to move your head faster and you moan watching him take his pleasure. He jerks his hips and you choke and his eyes widen as he pulls out. 

“I’m sorry.” he looks down at you worried. You run your tongue over your lips and take him all the way back in and he watches you with dark eyes as you choke again. You nod your head at him and he starts his movements again. His cock twitches in your mouth as he watches the spit slide out the sides of your mouth as you look up at him. “So fucking perfect.” he rasps and you hum around him as his pleasure starts to coat your throat. You swallow everything he offers and slowly pull his joggers back up. 

“How was class?” you stand up and he cups your face. 

“It was good.” he lifts his shirt and wipes the sides of your mouth and presses his lips to yours. “How are you?” he lifts up to press his lips down your neck.

“Happy to spend time with my boyfriend.” that word makes his head spin. “We were invited to a party.” you let out a soft moan as he starts sucking at your neck.  

“By who and when?” he kisses across your throat. 

“Your roommate and tonight.” he holds you closer, mulling over the idea. 

“Do you wanna go?” he presses his lips to yours again delighting in the way you cling to him. 

“I’ll do anything as long as I’m with you.” you chuckle as he lifts you and drops you onto his bed. 

“Mm,” he hums with a smile. “I’ll think about it while I make you come.” he pulls your leggings down to your knees and lifts your legs. 

“Aemond,” you whine as he licks up your center. He circles his tongue quickly around your bud and he chuckles as your fingers dig into his arm. He presses his fingers into your core and he’s greeted by your wetness. “Yes, fuck Aem,” his tongue flicks against you quicker pulling soft gasps from you. 

He starts to push his fingers into you faster and he groans hearing your wetness coat his hand as it seeps out of you. “Mm I’m gunna,” your words are cut off with a loud cry as he curls his fingers pushing you over the edge. His tongue laps up your wetness before he lowers your legs and pulls your pants back up. 

“Do you wanna smoke?” he watches your chest heave. You nod your head and grab the blunt you rolled for your both when you got here. You light it and pass it to him and he gets into bed with you. The two of you smoke in a comfortable silence holding each other with blissful smiles plastered on your faces.

“So nap and then?” you scoot closer to him. 

“Is it lame to say I have homework?” he chews his cheek, passing the blunt to you. 

“It is.” you watch his eyes widen. “But I’d be just as happy to sit with you at the library as I would at a party.” he presses his lips to your forehead. 

“Thank you.” he mumbles. 

“Of course, baby almond.” you lean across him and put the blunt out.

“Must you always call me your baby almond?” he whines burying his head in your neck. 

“You are my baby almond though.” you coo and he groans. “My sweet baby almond.” his fingers dig into your hips. He flips you so your back is to his chest and pulls you back against him. “You hate it so much you can’t even look at me?” you pat his arm. 

“I like it.” he whispers against your neck. “I’ll never admit that again. Go to sleep.” he presses his lips to your skin, holding you closer. 

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Aemonds eyes open at the first ring of his alarm and lets out a relieved sigh that you didn’t wake up. He knows you said you didn’t mind going to the library but he doesn’t want to make you sit there all night. He slowly untangles from you and pulls the blankets and pillows back around you. The brightness on his laptop burns his eyes and he softly groans pulling out his notebook. He lets out a deep breath and starts to open up his tabs. 

When he slides his eyes to the time it’s been well over an hour but he’s been able to finish two of his assignments. He rubs his eyes standing up and walks back over to you on the bed. He doesn’t want to wake up but he needs the printer and a change of scenery or he’ll end up abandoning the work. He starts to brush your hair off your face and you lean into his hand. He watches you slowly turn to him and blink your eyes open. 

“How long have you been up?” you pout and he watches you stretch. 

“An hour or so.” he hums, running his fingers across your cheek. “I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so peaceful.” he smiles.

“Mm so you’re admitting to watching me sleep?” you smile and he rolls his eyes before turning and shoving his things in his backpack. 

“I got some work done so you won’t have to sit in the library with me all night.” you get out of bed and walk over to him.

“I wouldn’t have minded.” you pull him down to your lips. 

You grab a hoodie and your backpack. Aemond hands you a soda before taking your hand to lead you to the library. You look around the empty halls and he smiles down at you stealing kisses and holding you close. He tugs you over to a table and you watch him set up his things and you pull out your laptop deciding to also get work done.

You watch him start to work and move back and forth from the printer to his notebook then laptop. He glances at you and smiles when he catches you staring at him from across the table. You flush and look back at your laptop and begin to type. You both continue to work, not concerned about the time. He gets up to grab his last item from the printer and chuckles as he now sees you sitting next to his things. 

“I’m almost done. I’m sorry it’s taking me so long.” he takes his seat once more. 

“You’re okay.” you hum. “I just want to be by you.” he turns to you and places his lips on yours. He finishes up shortly after and begins to pack all of his stuff away. He zips up his backpack and turns to look at you. You watch his eyes darken and his fingers tap his bag. 

“I want to fuck you in here.” a soft giggle falls from your lips. “Just quick. There’s a place on the third floor.” he’s already pushing his chair back. 

“You already have this planned out?” you stand up and he’s grabbing your bag and your hand the next second. 

“Ever since the lecture hall. There’s so many places I want to fuck you.” you follow him up the stairs with a smile on your face. ���Right here.” he leads you to a desk by the windows in its own cubicle. 

“Is this the desk you study at when you’re alone baby almond?” you take in his flushed cheeks as he nods. “How do you want to fuck me here? Should I sit on the desk?” his hands fall to your hips as he turns your back to him and walks you over to the desk.

“Just like this.” he bends you over and leans over to dip down to your ear. “You’re gonna have to be quiet.” you nod your head and he places a soft kiss on your neck before sitting up. 

He pulls your pants down and you bring your hand to your mouth as he runs his fingers over your panties. He presses his fingers onto your bud and offers you lazy circles. Soft whimpers fall from your mouth and go straight to his cock as he watches you squirm. He moves your panties to the side and smiles seeing your glistening slit. He slides his fingers down your slit to swirl around your bud. 

“All anyone has to do is look up at this window and they’ll see your flushed face as you roll your hips on my fingers.” a whimper falls from your mouth at his words. 

He chuckles feeling your wetness seep down to his fingers as he starts to circle them faster. “Aemond,” you whine and he shushes you. He moves his fingers and you hear the pushing of his pants and soon his tip is pressing into you. You press your forehead against the glass as he pushes the rest of the way in. “Fuck.” you dig into the desk as he pulls out and pushes back in keeping a steady pace. 

“Fucking squeezing me so tightly.” his fingers dig into your ass as he starts to push into you more frantically. The soft gasps falling from your lips are slowly getting louder and he wraps his hand around your mouth as he starts to hammer into you. Your muffled cries and the way you’re clenching around him has his high approaching quickly. He moves his hand from your mouth and brings it down to your bud. “Stay quiet or we’ll get caught.” he grunts and your pleasure slams through you. 

“Yes.” you can’t help the moan that falls from your mouth and he groans spilling inside you. “Aem,” you push back into him rolling your hips and he digs his fingers into your waist. He pulls out and lowly curses as he watches his pleasure seep out of you before pulling your pants back up. You turn and help him fix his pants and he pulls you into a kiss. 

“Seeing each other every weekend was the best idea.” he mumbles against your lips before tugging you back to his dorm. 

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next weekend - Aemond visiting you

Aemond smiles as he pulls into your driveway and sees you open the door. You make your way down the driveway to him and he opens his car door and you practically crawl in to hug him and pepper his face with kisses. He chuckles, pulling you both out of the car and setting you back on the ground. He grabs his bags and you pull him into the house.

“How are you?” he smiles as you cling against him once more after you shut the door.

“So happy my baby almond is here. We’re all alone this weekend.” you whisper tugging him to the kitchen. “I thought we could make cookies.” you smile up at him. 

“Is that like some code for something?” he raises his eyebrow. 

“No you perverted little almond. I want to bake cookies with my boyfriend.” you purse your lips gesturing to all of the ingredients you have out on the counter. 

“Don’t act like it’s so crazy that you would want me to fuck you in some special way.” you roll your eyes at him and go to the counter. 

“Says the man who wants to fuck me all over his campus.” you hum, grabbing out a mixing bowl. 

“You think I can’t tell how worked up you get when I fuck you in places we could get caught.” you scoff at his words but your cheeks flush and you’re thankful you’re turned around. 

“You certainly do. You came in your pants the first time.” he spins you around and you look up to him innocently. 

“Must you always bring that up?” his nostrils flare. 

“But you were my best student that day.” you smile watching his cheeks flush. “Enough with the pouting. I was flattered I could make you come in your pants.” you pull him down and press your lips to his. 

“You and your fucking teasing.” he squishes your cheeks and turns you back to the counter. 

“So we’re- Aemond,” you gasp as his hand lands harshly on your ass. 

“I’m listening.” you roll your eyes at his smirk. 

“I have some pre-made cookie dough in case making them doesn’t go well.” you pull out the package from the fridge. “But we’re gonna try this and they’ll turn out great.” you nod your head. 

“Whatever you say.” he hums watching you move around the different ingredients. 

He hands you the different things you ask for and you start to mix it all together in the bowl. Once it’s to the consistency you want Aemond helps you to form small balls and places them on the tray. You put the tray of cookies into the oven and begin to bring all of the dishes to the sink. Aemond comes to your side and helps you with dishes with a soft smile.

“I didn’t even fuck you yet and you’re already making me cookies and acting domestic.” you grab a piece of watery dough and toss it at him, aiming for his cheek.

“I didn’t mean for it to go in your hair almond.” your eyes widen.

“I think you did.” he grabs the mixing bowl that has some doughy water left in it. “Like I’m not meaning to do this.” he starts to raise it over your head.

“Aemond,” you push your bottom lip out, backing up into the counter as he walks closer to you. “I’m-“ he pours the rest of the water on your head and you take in his triumphant smile. You quickly turn around and grab the sprayer from the sink and when you face him he’s on the other side of the kitchen. 

“You’ll have to clean the whole kitchen if you do that.” he looks at you with raised brows. You think on his words but it’s just water and you nod to yourself. 

“No, you can clean it up.” you squeeze the handle and his eyes widen as you continuously hold it down.

“Okay, okay.” he starts walking over to you. He snatches the sprayer out of your hands and you look up to him and giggle at his dripping hair. The oven starts to beep and you dip past him to pull your cookies out. “Are they done?” he looks at the tray. 

“They are, we did it.” you smile up at him as you set them on the stove top. He grabs your hand and starts to tug you up the stairs

“I’ll wash and dry your clothes, stop pouting baby almond.” you giggle as he pulls you into the room.

“You can start with washing my hair.” he purses his lips and you start to slowly take off his clothes and groan at the soaked material. 

“Come on.” you pull him into your bathroom and turn the shower on. The bathroom slowly starts to steam as you finish peeling off his clothes. He starts to pull off your clothes and once you’re both bare you step into the hot shower. “Well if you want me to wash your hair you need to bend down, I can’t reach.” you push him under the water to loosen some of the dough. He sighs and kneels before you and you smile. 

“Do not start.” he looks up at you with dark eyes.

“My little baby almond.” you cup his jaw tilting him up to you. 

“Wash this stuff out of my hair.” you roll your eyes grabbing your shampoo. 

“You’re in no position to make demands.” you purse your lips. “Be thankful I’m letting you use my good shampoo and conditioner.” you squeeze a generous amount of shampoo into your hand before massaging it into his hair. 

“I wouldn’t have to if someone didn’t put dough in my hair.” you tug at his strands and he chuckles, grabbing onto your legs.

You continue to clean his hair and once it’s smooth and soft once more he stands. He switches with you so you’re under the water and you let out a soft sigh as the hot water warms you. He starts to wash your hair and you pretend not to notice how close he keeps inching. Once all of the soap is out of your hair he presses his lips to yours softly. The kiss quickly becomes heated and suddenly he’s pulling back and flipping you around. 

Aemond pushes you against the glass and you gasp as his hand lands on your ass. The hot water cascades down your back as he slams his fingers into you. You press your cheek against the glass as you arch your ass for him. Gods he just wants to run his hands all over your wet body. The soft pleas falling from your mouth have him pressing his tip next to his fingers. He slips his fingers out and replaces them with his length and you whimper his name. 

“Fuck Aem,” you gasp as he pulls you up against him. 

“For the holiday next weekend I want my gift from you to be nice to me for once.” he snaps his hips up into you. “Wrapped up in a bow just for me. No teasing. No baby almond.” he turns your head and you look at him with lidded eyes. 

“You said you liked baby almond.” you chuckle. His hand slides from your chin to your throat and you bite your lip. He rolls his hips into your as he brings his lips to yours. His other hand moves down to your bud and you whine into his mouth. He has you pressed against the glass as your body starts to hum with pleasure. “Aemond,” he chuckles at your pleas as he hammers into you. 

“And if you’re good next weekend I’ll fuck you anyway you want.” you push back into him as your pleasure starts to spill over the edge. “Gods you should see yourself right now.” he chuckles, still slamming into you. “Fucking taking me so good.” he grunts moving his hand from your neck to squeeze at your waist. 

“Aemond,” you whine as he continues to circle your bud. “I’m- yes,” you press your forehead into the glass as you pulse around him again. His warmth spreads through you and you whimper as he slips out of you. 

“Let’s get out. I wanna try these cookies you made for me.” he presses his lips to yours before turning off the water.

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You pack some cookies into a bag for him and toss in a baggie of bud with it that he insists he doesn’t need or will pay you for. You groan, waving him off and shoving the treats into his backpack. He pulls you against him and kisses you deeply as you mold to him. He kisses you softly once more before pulling back. 

“Next week when I come-“ 

“Yes, Aemond.” you roll your eyes. “I’ll be sweet and not call you almond. Gods know why when I know you love it.” you shake your head. 

“And?” he looks down at you expectantly. 

“I’ll be wrapped up in a bow for you for the holidays.” you look up to him. 

“I look forward to it.” he presses his lips to yours once more before he shuts his car door. 

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I was tagged to do this quiz for some OCs by @inafieldofdaisies, @cloudofbutterflies92, @raresvtm, and @voidika - thank you! ♡ [also I made brand new OC headers/intros that better match the vibes of their world what do y'all think of them 😗]

﹛ 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 ﹜ ❝ 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵���𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯: 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴. ❞

This is so perfect for him 🫠 Valen's life from birth til now has been drenched in so much blood that it's no wonder he'd be it's patron saint - he's near swimming in it. Along with, y'know, being a vampire. He's spilled copious amounts of blood in the name of love, of devotion, of servitude, that the act of violence itself has become his own love language. What better way for Valen to tell a person they're loved above all else than to make others bleed for them? He, from his entire being to the fact that he is a vampire who needs blood to live, is a monument to violence being carried out for the sake of a heart and that which makes it beat. More often than not, it's not for his own. But what is a saint if not a martyr who sacrifices themself for something grander than them? Hold him the right way and he'll even make himself bleed for you.

﹛ 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒔 ﹜ ❝ 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘸: 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦? 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥? 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦? ❞

OUGH I like this for him - Gemini spends a lot of his life trying to a) make up for something or b) trying to fix something. The 'something' can vary and sometimes Gemini doesn't even know what he's fighting for besides a feeling that's deep within him - some kind of guilt, or maybe panic, keeps him going. What he'll never tell anyone is that he's taken on the weight of events that were far beyond his control and he holds onto that responsibility until it fuses with his bones and becomes a part of him. Who is Gemini if he's not fighting or struggling? That thing he holds onto arguably becomes him.

﹛ 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 ﹜ ❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺. 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. ❞

OOF I'm sorry Vega 🥲 she goes almost her entire life convincing herself that she's not like her dad; she hardly spent any time around him growing up, he didn't raise her, so there shouldn't be any of his influence on her, right? Wrong! Eventually, Vega realizes that she is more like her father than she'd care to admit - that moment comes after she pulls some shit that Callen would most definitely do 🫠 her hands are nearly as stained as his after and that horrific realization alters her entire perception of herself. Is Vega really herself, or is she just a part of her father's legacy whether she wants it or not?

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Here’s something gender neutral for u to write

Ampwon - would they prefer a handjob or head???? And how would they like it? (Not me imagining this rn, nope, would never think of such a thing, I’m innocent and pure minded, I promise)

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handjob vs. blowjob

✦ members. ; kamden -> kyrell ✦ word count. ; 920 words (ab 170-210 each) ✦ tags. ; minors DNI, nsfw (+18), oral (m. rec.), handjobs, both described in explicit detail, I Enjoy Men Whimpering, [brian] kissing as a kink(?), mention of balls (i giggled), [jiho] inexplicit 69ing, facefucking, choking (on dick), [siyun] mutual masturbation, mentioned shower/bath sex, [kyrell] inexplicit teasing, head pushing, throat-training, facefucking, this is not proofread very well ✦ author's notes. ; this is SUCH a good idea, ty 😭😭😭 can you guess who my biases are this is so difficult !!!! /j also the way i copied this header text from my 'giving choisticks head' post and the tags lowkey still apply 😵‍💫 also i didn't mean for the pattern but just ignore it gnfdjksa

✦ kamden - blowjob

i feel like he'd like both, but you getting him off with just your hand feels SO impersonal to him sometimes. he's definitely more of the "i need to be inside of you" type, but will settle for a handjob if yall don't have a lot of time/don't want there to be TOO much evidence of your activities🤭

you literally can't tell me he isn't a head guy tho- he love love loves watching you take him as far as you can, big eyes watching him from between his legs and throat humming around him every time you notice just how fucked out he looks from your lips around his cock :(( adores when you take just the tip, suckle a little bit and then take him as far as you can a few times, completely hollowing out your cheeks, before repeating~ it's a guaranteed way to make him cum as quickly as possible, especially if you're watching him and batting your lashes a little the entire time!!

✦ brian - handjob

idk why but i feel like brian has such a thing about kissing?? <.< like it doesn't matter what you're doing, he's gonna want to kiss you, so he'd rather you jerk him of than suck him off yaknow?

like he's not gonna deny it if you want to give him head, but he'd just rather you be on the edge of his lap (like that one pic with mackiah), his hands resting on your waist or palming at your chest while you trace light circles around his tip with your fingertips. your lips are locked together, tongues dancing to the low groans he tries to stifle when your hand finally descends to stroke at his shaft. his hand is probably cupping your nape to keep your lips on his, hips rolling up with your pace so much you have to hold them still :(( the choked whimper you get when you cup at his balls is literal music to your ears, especially when his hands stutter a bit in their grip and it's like his body short-circuits!!

✦ jiho - blowjob

i've said it 100 times and i'll say it 100- no, 10,000,000 more!! jiho is a head enthusiast!!!!! this is indisputable fact!! honestly think that if you try to just give him head he'd be so confused??? like turn tf around?? sit on his face???? what are you doing on your knees in front of his chair, get on the bed already!!!

no but he's so :(( no doubt he's so whiney when you suck him off, it's almost embarrassing. the moment you wrap your lips around him, he's borderline squeaking and trying his best not to move and let you do your thing, but sometimes he can't help it and it may or may not end up with him lowkey face-fucking you :( that's why he needs to be between your legs too! he needs to focus on making you feel good, because if the only thing he can sense is the way you almost choke on him, he's gonna cum super quick and be embarrassed for like 2.3 seconds before he's throwing your legs over his shoulders 🙂‍↕️

✦ siyun - handjob

hear me out... i can't get the thought of siyun and mutual masturbation out of my head like that's it!!! that's the post!!!!! but no, unlike kam he's the one that fully understands that you using your hand can be just as personal and intimate as using your mouth.

he genuinely makes me so soft to think about tbh. i feel like a lot of people think he'd be the hardest dom ever but i personally see him as like. a soft dom at best?? he just wants to make you feel good, and who is he to deny you wanting the same for him!! i think he'd really like it if you were in the shower or bath or something-- somewhere already intimate but you're both deciding to go the safe route and not slip and break something. one of his hands wrapped around your waist, the other matching pace to your hands slowly stimulating him. you both take your time, basking in one another and speeding up in increments until you're both shaking and trying not to alert everyone in the building >.<

✦ kyrell - blowjob

okay yall CANNOT tell me he isn't a head guy. i'm being so fr rn, i have little doubt that he thinks you using your hand on him is just teasing and he will!! will!!! whine about it and all but beg for you to use your mouth on him instead!

might be a little controversial.. but he is a head pusher 🙂‍↕️he doesn't mean to!! not entirely at least. it always starts with you kneeling before him, mouth on his tip and hand acting as an extension to get whatever you can't. his hands would card through your hair a bit, resting just above and behind your ears and he'd slowly start guiding your pace, mumbling little pleas of how he needs you to suck him. as soon as he can tell you're getting used to it (no resistance, hand falling back into your lap) he ups the ante a little bit, pushing you slightly further down his cock and basically training you to take him as far as you really can :(( if you have a bad reflex that's fine!! he'll take what he can get!! but just know if you "can deepthroat him," it will become a "will deepthroat him" as soon as he can make it so >:)

minors DNI

[daimyosprincess]

SOME REX AND RELAXATION

—PAIRING: Rebels!Captain Rex x F!Reader

—SUMMARY: After a hard week, Rex makes it his mission to see that you forget all about it.

—WORD COUNT: 3.3k

—RATING: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

—TAGS & WARNINGS: second person narration, no use of y/n, explicit sexual content, Rebels!Rex, age gap relationship between an older man and younger woman (reader is an adult), Dom/sub vibes, Daddy kink (bc I can’t help myself), nipple play, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering

Please let me know if I missed anything! Mando'a translations are at the end.

—AUTHOR'S NOTES: I miss Rex so this is getting posted today!!! After a rough week a bit ago, I started writing this as a comfort fic to make myself feel better and boy howdy, by the the end of it I was feeling way better 😈 Also: Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor deserve to live in comfy cottages in pastoral peace for the rest of their beautiful days. And I've decided that the clones age normally after the age of 25 so they have nice long lives ahead of them :)

This is my first ever Rex fic and I want to give a big shout out to my resident Rexpert @rexxdjarin for betaing this fic, I hope I did our captain justice 💙 Also thank you to @cloned-eyes for letting me use their amazing Rex art in my header!! That fresh out the shower Rex was some delicious inspo for this fic 🫠

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The only thing worse than the day you’ve had was this week as a whole. Nothing had gone right with the New Republic school going up in town, and somehow the solution to several of those problems was what you’d said a week ago… but only when that bureaucratic sop from Coruscant said it. Not to mention the pipes burst in your apartment, you slipped down some stairs in front of a street full of people (with the worst bruise of your entire life to prove it), and to top it all off, you dropped your overpriced caf all over your shoes this morning.

Not a great week.

At this point, you’re only one minor inconvenience away from snapping—the fact that it’s the end of the work week is the only thing keeping you together. And, of course, your perfect, wonderful captain of a boyfriend, Rex. You’ve been staying at his farmhouse while repairs are made to the water lines that caused the damage at your place. 

He and his brothers, Gregor and Wolffe, had come to your quiet little agricultural planet a couple years ago and fixed up a few of the old houses at the edge town to live in. They mostly keep to themselves, but are always willing to lend a helping hand when it’s needed, whether it’s making repairs after the annual monsoon, donating fresh produce for school meals, or digging out flooded irrigation ditches. They are good men and the town accepts them as part of their own, even if Wolffe is a little grumpy and Gregor turns all the local women into giggling messes when he’s around.

The three of them are mending a fence on the far side of the property when you arrive at the farmstead. Usually you would have taken your speeder over for a chat, but you don’t think you have it in you after today. All you want to do is take off your bra and flop face-down on Rex’s couch to wait for the world to stop sucking—which is exactly how Rex finds you when he comes inside a few minutes later. 

“Another great day then, mesh’la?” he teases with the mirth of a man who already knows his question’s answer. His work boots make a thud on the stone tiles as he pulls them off.

Without looking up, you grunt a “no” into the cushions and shake your head.

“Do you want to come shower with me or do you need some alone time?”

“Alone time,” your muffled voice answers, “then Rex time. Lots and lots of Rex time.”

His warm chuckle and beard graze delightfully over the back of your neck as he bends to press a kiss to your hair. “Alright then, pretty girl. Just relax and I’ll be back to give you all the time in the world, okay?” You give him another muffled affirmative and he squeezes your calf affectionately before heading to the ‘fresher. 

Maker, he’s good to you. 

A year ago you would have never thought you’d find yourself in a long-term relationship with an ex-clone trooper who’s old enough to be your father, or that you would be calling said ex-clone trooper Daddy while he makes you see stars. The Force works in mysterious ways, you suppose… not that you’re complaining. Far from it. 

Your relationship with Rex might have come as a surprise but you’ve never been happier: things with him are as close to perfect as they can get. He cares for you, makes you feel so safe and loved and warm that you could melt into a puddle at his feet, and you adore him. He’s kind, strong, and compassionate, a good leader through and through. The galaxy has never made a finer man, and not to mention, a finer lover.

Eventually, you muster the strength to roll yourself off the couch and ditch your work clothes for your much more comfortable loungewear, deciding to forgo panties as a nice little surprise for your boyfriend. Snuggling under his covers that smell of him, you flip onto your stomach to scroll through your datapad. Efficient as always, Rex doesn’t make you wait long, the ‘fresher door sliding open a few minutes later. The comforting, woody smell of his soap fills your nose as you take in his broad frame glistening from his shower. 

Kark, he looks good. All broad shoulders and bronze skin, thick and perfect. How has no one made a statue of this man?

Noticing your interested stare, he winks as he hangs his towel on its hook. “Feeling better, mesh’la?”

You hum your delight and click off your tablet to give him your full attention. “Yeah, could be better, though,” you add with a sneaky smile.

“Oh yeah? How?” Flicking off the ‘fresher light, he starts towards you. The mischievous glint in your boyfriend’s eye is more than enough to get your blood pumping, especially combined with his shirtless upper half. 

You flip up the covers next to you, grinning up at him. “Well for starters, you could get in the bed with me, handsome.” His brown eyes sparkle when he returns the expression, the corners of his eyes crinkling fondly. “And then you can hold me and make me forget all about this entire kriffing week.” 

Your captain is quite good at making you forget things, whether it be a bad day or your own name.

Obliging as always, Rex slides in behind you and loops an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his bare chest. Your body reacts immediately to his touch, the tension in your muscles slacking. He nuzzles into your neck, making you giggle from the way his beard tickles the sensitive skin there, and starts kissing every bit of you his lips can reach. When you try to squirm away from him and his beard, squealing and panting from your laughter, he just locks his big arms around you and keeps going.

“Eeee! Rex! S-stop, you’re tickling me-you’re tickling me!”

In between smacking kisses, he chuckles into your ear. “I thought you said you want me to make you forget about this week, mesh’la.” His hold loosens enough for you to wriggle around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and admiring how handsome he is up close.

You brush your lips over his, gently running your nails down the back of his neck and savoring the way he shivers at your soft touches; knowing you have such an effect on him makes your skin hot. “Well Captain,” you drawl with syrupy sweetness, “I was thinking something more along the lines of… this.” You roll your hips against his, sighing at the pleasant sensation. 

Rex groans his rumbling approval and drops his large hands to your ass to grind you harder against his center. “Anything you want, baby, just tell me and it’s yours.”

You know what you want: to be taken care of after this shit-show of a week, to be kissed and loved and cherished like only he can, doted on and held safe in his arms. You want to completely let go and surrender—no more thoughts, no more worries, just him. Just Rex. Your perfect, perfect Rex. 

Capturing his lips in an indulgent kiss, you whine your desire into his mouth when you break for air, not caring how needy you sound. 

He shushes you with gentle sounds, stroking over your hair. “Of course, sweetheart,” he coos in a sinfully sweet voice, cradling your face between his palms, “you’ve had a hard week… yeah, I know, I know. You need Daddy to make it all better, don’t you?” He pulls you crushingly tight against the strong line of his body, just how he knows you like, holding all your pieces together so you don’t have to.

“Please,” you gasp, burrowing deeper into him, “Don’t wanna… don’t wanna be anymore. Just wanna be yours.” The ache of existence in your chest is already beginning to melt underneath his weight, replaced by the tender warmth of his devoted attention. The edges of your mind go liquid as you let him pour you into his mold.

“Daddy’s going to take care of you, all you have to do is listen and let him make you feel good, okay, babygirl?” You bob your head in a nod, your eyes starry and wide as you await his next instruction. Rubbing the back of your neck, Rex places an affectionate kiss on your forehead for your obedience. “Good girl. Now turn over, face out and back to me… lift your arms… yeah, just like that,” he murmurs as he slides your top off, planting wet kisses on the new skin exposed to him.

His battle-worn hands skim up the swell of your tummy to take in breasts. You’re already buzzing in eager anticipation. You push into his touch, pressing your chest out in an offer of more, and you’re to be quickly rewarded with a low groan and his fingers rolling your sensitive nipples deliciously slow. Wanting heat rises through you like a flame catching to dry tender while little mewls of pleasure fall from your lips. 

“So beautiful, so warm, my sweet cyar’ika,” he purrs between more lush kisses, “I know this makes you feel good… I’m going to give those perfect tits the attention they deserve.” He gives your peaked tips a gentle pinch and you moan, the electric sensation shooting straight to swollen clit. Smiling at your vocal pleasure, Rex begins an erotic rhythm that has you bucking your hips as his fingers alternate between pinching and rolling.

“Ooohhh, y-you feel so… you feel s-so good,” you whine, writhing against his ministrations. With the way his breathing has gone hot and ragged in your ear, you swear it could be enough to make you come untouched. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, just feel the pleasure… just concentrate on how good you feel, nothing else,” he instructs, his deep voice like golden honey to your ears. “Daddy’s got you now, he’s gonna take care of everything. He doesn’t like seeing his baby so stressed and unhappy.” Rex latches onto your pulse point, sucking your heated flesh into his mouth and sending waves of pleasure throbbing through your nerves.

“Nev-never unhappy with you,” you pant, reaching your hand back to push him deeper into your neck. Rex is your shining sun who banishes all of life’s many darknesses, and the match which lights the fire of your loins. He’s everything to you, and right now, he’s all you can feel and see and smell. It’s utterly divine. 

“Mmm, that makes me so happy to hear, you know why? Making you happy, taking care of my beautiful babygirl… it makes me happy. Daddy loves being there for his cyar’ika and he’d do anything to put a smile on her face, you know that?” Cupping your jaw, he tilts your head back to steal the little gasps of delight dripping sugary-thick from your lips. As hot and heavy as things have become, Rex doesn’t rush. He takes his time licking into your mouth and nibbling on your slicked bottom lip, all the while kneading and rolling your breasts, ever the man to keep his word.

Molten heat rushes through your veins as his words pour over your skin, spurring you onto new heights under his generous hands—the deep swell of his voice loosens the taunt aggravation of the week still stowed in your muscles. You’re like lavish wax under his care, worked pliable by him then molded into a work of weightless art, your very existence something to be admired.

His calloused fingertips sweep over the plushness of your lower belly, the shimmering heat of your arousal converging at his touch. When he dips below the fabric of your waistband, he sucks in a breath. “No panties, pretty girl? Now you’re the one spoiling me,” he groans, his cock twitching against the cage of your back. 

You let out a delighted, breathy giggle at his body’s reaction to the discovery. “I thought you might like that,” you breathe out fond and pleased, “I did it just for you.” 

He brushes lower, his middle finger tracing over the damp seam of your folds and a whimper sneaks through your smile at the feathery sensation. It’s these light, almost subatomic touches that make you come loose at the seams—and he knows it. Inside the year that you’ve been together, Rex has learned your body intimately, its history and inner workings revealed in the hours you spent in his arms.

“I love to hear your sweet little laugh, and I love to know that you’re smiling,” he murmurs affectionately, cupping your slick mound, “I’m so proud of you for letting me take some of the weight off you after this difficult week.” He takes a moment to plant kisses in the soft crook of your neck and up to your ear before continuing. “Now, just lie back, let me make you feel all warm and sweet. I want to watch you melt for me… melt and leave me with all your sweet honey to lick up.”

Each word shaped by his rich rasp further unmoors you from your senses. That sensual tingling feeling of submission bubbles pleasantly across your mind, your bones softening to downey cotton as you lose yourself to the sound of Rex’s voice. You can’t tell where the vibration of your own sounds of pleasure end and his begin, but it doesn’t matter. You’re safe, so, so safe and happy here in the glowing space between his arms. If only you could have him inside, too…

“C-can I have more, please? Want more of you, baby,” you pant, grinding into his palm between your thighs.

“Of course, mesh’la, you can have whatever you like. Anything and everything, all you have to do is ask.” Pressing into your lower lips, he spreads you apart. Your teeth immediately catch your lip when his trigger finger begins languidly sliding over your buzzing clit; the delicious friction fans the flames of your desire, heating you from the inside out. A rumble of satisfaction rolls up his chest when your head falls back against his shoulder with a contented sigh. 

Rex takes advantage of the new access you allowed him, dragging his hot lips over your collarbone to nip and suck little marks onto your heated skin. “Mmm, I love touching you, I love feeling you,” he hums, thick and heady, “I want you to feel how much I care about you…” He scrapes his teeth up your tender throat to capture your mouth with his own.

Stars-Maker-kriff does he kiss like a god. A king amongst men, really, who- “Oh!”

Your eyes fly open as your captain easily flips you under him like a ragdoll, pulling your pants down and flinging them over his shoulder in one fluid motion that has you gushing.

“That’s better,” he mutters between hot mouthed-kisses down your sternum and over your tummy. The way his beard scrapes over your skin has chillbumps flowering all over. “It fills me up with so much happiness when I get to love on my sweet cyar’ika and take care of her. Makes everything else go away for me, too, sweetheart. I get to just focus on you.” 

His large hands skate down your ribs then down the curve of your hips to massage the fullness of your thighs. “I’ve been waiting to worship this perfect pussy, pull all those pretty sounds out of you while you come over and over… just like you deserve.”

You’re nothing more than a warm soup of sparkling sensation, swirling around the ache building in your core. Rex isn’t usually one to tease you, but it feels like he’s taking an eternity to make it between your-

“Ohhhh, Reeeex!”

Wrapping his thick arms around your thighs, he literally lifts you up to his mouth, moaning like a man tasting some paradisic fruit after months in the desert. “Fuck, babygirl, your little pussy… I could feel hot and needy it was when you were rubbing up against me, how wet and messy you were… but this? Kark. I’m so lucky to be able to kiss all over this beautiful cunt. So lucky to have this pussy, this ass,” he gives an appreciative squeeze to your behind, ���and this sweet little girl all to myself.”

The air is suctioned from your lungs by the gravity of his pleasure; it’s unrelenting and all-consuming, it’s all you can comprehend. Squeezing your eyes shut in focus, you manage a reply. “S-so l-lucky to have you, Rex. You’re s-so good to me… love you… love you so much.” You cut off with a shuddering cry when he sucks your bud between his lips, not caring that you’re swiftly losing a battle you don’t want to win.

“I love you so much, my mesh’la,” he pants into your heat. “My sweet, precious girl, I’m going to give you my fingers, okay? Gonna give you just what you need so you can come all over my face.” He slips two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking and releasing them with pop before easing into your soaked entrance. The twin sounds of your satisfaction fill the room, the stout stretch of his fingers making you moan while the clutch of your cunt has your captain grunting praises against your clit. 

“Kark, you’re so tight and wet, so perfect… clenching around me,” he crooks his fingers as much as he can in the restrictive walls, “Don’t hold back, beautiful, let me hear you. Let me hear how good you feel.”

His words scorch your nerves to ash with a molten magma of pleasure that erupts from your core. Your spine bows up, making Rex find the soul-shattering spot that makes you scream in ecstasy. The world around you snaps into sharp focus, bright and loud before exploding in a shower of stars and lambent energy. You’re unmade, unwound down to your most basal form of hot-blooded, carnal need where time and worldly matters no longer reign in your existence. Primal satisfaction and the thrill of euphoria rule you instead for several effervescent moments.

When the flood of electricity flowing from every cell and synapse begins to ebb to jolting aftershocks, the sweet praise of your lover floats over you in warm waves. “So beautiful like this… keep going mesh’la, take what you need… I love you so much… love making you feel good, love feeling your perfect pussy on my fingers…”

Reverent kisses are bestowed like offerings to the divinity of your pleasure as you materialize back into reality one pounding heartbeat at a time. Joy radiates from every molecule in your body, the stress of the mortal coil dissolved and washed far away, leaving you light, free, and happy. You want nothing more than to revel in this glorious sensation with the love of your life, and you call out to your captain with a breezy sigh, “Rex…”

“Cyare…”

“Want you close, my love, want you to hold me.”

You barely register his movement in your hazy after-glow, but soon your chest is pressed against a familiar wall of muscle and there’s a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Snuggling into his open warmth, you nuzzle into his neck and inhale Rex’s timber-fresh scent. 

Safe… happy… love. Him. Forever. 

Your hazy thoughts drift across the clear sky of your mind, eventually coalescing into a nebulous sentiment your lips can form around. “Rex… love you so much… thank you, baby.”

Curling around you tighter, Rex’s beard brushes over your shoulder as he leans in to kiss your temple. “Anything for you, my sweet, perfect girl,” he smiles into your hair, “You are everything to me, the light of an old soldier’s life. I will always take care of you, my mesh’la, no matter what.”

And with the certainty only love can bring, you know him to be true.   

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS

cyare - beloved, love

cyar’ika - sweetheart, darling, (a diminutive of cyare)

mesh'la - beautiful

[iboatedhere]

Thank you for the tags @onthewaytosomewhere @lemonlyman-dotcom @suseagull5914

You know what that header means—-I am suffering. I have been working on the last part of this fic for the last six days and I’m still not done and I’m almost at the point where I feel like leaving it up to the readers to make up their own ending. Anyway bon appetite.

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He’ll never have that warm, fuzzy Christmas feeling again. He’ll never decorate the tree with his father or open gifts with Bea and Philip (at least not while Pip is stuck beneath their grandmother's thumb) or bake gingerbread with his mother.

His childhood is over and this is what remains. Decorating a tree, alone, while reminiscing on a simpler and happier time.

Things aren’t all bad, though—something he sometimes struggles to remind himself.

He has this beautiful house, a great job, and Bea only a phone call away. There’s a steaming cup of Earl Grey on the coffee table, a crackling fire in the fireplace and David, sniffing around outside in one of his sweet holiday sweaters.

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I’ve also started working on a Brilliant Minds because I just love writing so much 🫠

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They have rules at work. Keep it professional. Keep it respectful. One chaste kiss goodbye at the hospital entrance, another hello if their schedules allow them to cross paths for lunch. Keep your hands to yourself, at least where other people can see.

Josh had been adamant they follow them so Oliver will allow that he bends them. After all, a casual touch is nothing compared to what they’ve gotten up to behind closed doors. Or against closed doors.

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Tagging: @porcelainmortal @sophie1973 @lightningboltreader @henryspearl

[badbatchbruna]

Hi everyone! My name is Bruna :) Some of you may know me as bad.batch.bruna on ig and tt, but I am an artist who LOVES the clones. I made this account to share my art and also my writing, which is something I’m getting back into, as I have an oc and want to share her story with you all! (She’s the one in my pfp btw, I drew it and also the tbb poster that’s my profile header)🫶🏽 ill share some of my art, plus some older pieces (yikes) soon <3 not long left until tbb s3, I’m so scared. 🫠🫠

[sturnsblogs]

i swear I won’t disappear again like that haha, I got a better studying schedule for exams now so don’t you worry cause I’ll your ask box full!!🥳 btw I love your new theme Ik you changed a few days ago but I always forget when write to you to say it.

and I would flirt with you but I’m like so bad at it girl🫠. but you are like so pretty, amazingly beautiful even if I haven’t seen you like I just know bc you are also such a good writer and I am jealous of everyone who know you in person!😚

~🍋‍🟩

Good bro i was actually going insane with nobody to talk to in my inbox 😔. Also thank you so much! Thanks to rose she did my header 🙂

It’s okay i suck at flirting let’s learn together 🥹. ALSO AWE stop it you’re so cute 🙁.

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week in Review XI

This week's header is dedicated to @legendary-pink-dot for the idea of Dieter being his own 80s sitcom 😝💕

Is everyone okay this morning? Have we all recovered from last night? Do we need to hydrate, grab a snack (not that kind of snack) and recoup? Any welfare checks we need to send out? Phew 🫠

It's been a slog to get through this week, and I didn't get to as much reading as I wanted, which you'll see below. These daily prompts have been taking up more time than I expected and work has picked up (rude). But I'm also realising as I read through people's weekly round-ups, that I've missed a lot this week that I haven't seen come across my dash.

So if you've posted something this week (fanfic, thots or anything else) and you'd like to share it - feel free to drop it in my DM's or as an Asks!

T R U L Y  U P D A T E S . . .

oct' x 15 - first wine (sequins!joel x reader)

oct' x 16 - flying kites (frankie x reader)

oct' x 17 - whispers (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct' x 18 - picking apples (sequins!joel x reader)

oct' x 19 - ghosts (dieter x f!reader)

oct' x 20 - sweater weather (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct' x 21 - acorns (tim rockford x f!reader)

birthdays, besties & bravos (celebrating the lovely @wildemaven)

W H A T  I  R E A D . . .

A Safe Haven | Chapter 9 (Joel) (Check TW’s) by @joelsgreys This was the update I've been so patiently waiting for and it did not disappoint! This is a fantastic series that I never thought I'd get so emotionally invested in - but that's how good Vee is! This is always one of my top recommendations when suggesting Joel fanfics to read!

Working Title | Chapter 14 (Dieter) by @rhoorl Another great update for Dieter and Belle - I'm rooting for these two from the sidelines and I'm exciting to see how things play out for them!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 8 (Triple Frontier + Pedro Characters) by @rhoorl Okay, there's not one, but two Pedro Character appearances this week and I'm trying to figure out how I can move to Mule Falls Court like yesterday - because it's all going down over there and I highly recommend this be added to your reading if you haven't read it yet. A Month of Sundays (Various) by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I'm living for all of these prompts and I can't choose one or two because they've all been soooo good!

M E M O R A B L E  P O S T S . . .

I'm on edge as @for-a-longlongtime shares more of their WIP that is Peña x Rockford x Reader, with that line up you know it's going to be good!

Self Care with Dieter & Jett (@morallyinept) - this week it's emotions and highlights some important stuff!

More Dieter and his hippo table shenanigans delivered by @i-love-movies to @gnpwdrnwhiskey, this made my week 🤣

B R O U G H T  T H E  J O Y . . .

Bit of a personal one, but we got to do a little Halloween festive trip out yesterday with the little Truly's. Something you're not always able to do when you have a child with extra needs, as events such as these can be a bit overwhelming for a multitude of reasons. So when we're able to attend ones that are specially catered for families like ours, it's always a special occasion - even if it does make you realise how unfit you are wrangling two kids 🤣 Also, keeping on brand, Baby Truly adored all the Halloween decor and was waving and saying hello to her minions the props.

Watched the new Goosebumps on Disney+ not expecting much, and I actually enjoyed it. Little Betty would have been all over this as a kid.

Also, watched my annual viewing of Practical Magic, which thanks to the wonders of the digital age I own to stream to my heart's content regardless of the season.

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Back in my Matchbox Twenty feels this week 💛 - this one has been in heavy rotation while writing!

Hope everyone has had a great week! Here's to a new week ahead! Hopefully, if Pedro makes another appearance we'll all be ready for it, or at least recovered by then! 😝🫠

Happy Sunday all! ☀️💛

[buckevantommy]

..anyone feel like making me a 8x11 morning after soft tommy icon or header? i need a refresh. would also love big eyes buck invading tommy's space or smiling on the countertop. also sad buck baking in his hoodie from 8x07(?).

i can do it, i just don't have time atm bc it'll take me a couple hours and i would like to update my blog this weekend and it's sunday morning and i have plans.. 🫠🫶💌

i have a few prompts awaiting my attention (thanks again for those numbers guys! 😘) but perhaps i can thank any takers in writing 8 + 11 sentences of whatever bucktommy prompt you desire.. 👀✍️

[wosobronze]

i also need to say thay the picture of lucy in your header is so hot 🫠

it’s so fit isn’t it

black and white pics hit so hard

[blakbonnet]

me: time to go through meow's blog to see what i've missed on tumblr!

also me: *gets stuck staring at your header for minutes on end because i'm normal about the shows i watch*

KAITLIN!!! First of all

but also do you see them up there, stede with his eyes closed still half into the kiss and Ed not able to get the words out fast enough do you see them 🫠🫠🫠