#big smiles and the s1 hair

[chxrryhansen]

okay but rafe shamelessly peeking up your skirt is something so personal to me

omg omg wait s1 golf frat boy rafe x cutesy kinda bimbo reader??? COUNT ME IN. p.s- i have no idea how to play golf so i wrote my best interpretation😭

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you sat in rafes private golf caddy watching as he lined up his next shot, his backwards cap keeping his hair out of his eyes and his muscular legs spread wide as he takes the shot.

rafe had asked (told) you to come watch him play, he thought it would be a cute date idea for you both to get out of the house since it was way too hot to stay cooped up inside all day… when in reality he just wanted to show off his skills and impress his girl.

“rafeeeeey.” you whined in a high pitch tone.

he turns to look back at you with a sour expression, wiping the sweat from his brows with one arm, using the other to lean against his golf club. “quit distracting me. what dya’ want?” he pants in the summer heat.

“i’m boreddddd” you moan again, standing from your seat in the cabby and bouncing over to him.

his free hand reaches out to grip your face, smushing your cheeks together tight “what’ve i told you about the whining? daddy’s tryna’ play a game here, sweetcheeks.”

you look up at him with big puppy dog eyes “can you teach me? please rafey…i’m so bored just sittin’ here, daddy please.”

he lets out an irritated groan, knowing you were too ditzy to understand how golf works and way too uncoordinated to actually putt a ball. he looks back at you giving you a once over, a smirk appearing on his face.

“you know what? sure pretty girl, c’mere.”

you yelp with excitement, moving to stand infront of him, your short pink skirt barely reaching your thighs as you bounce over and your tits jiggling, practically spilling out of your tight shirt.

rafe stands behind you as he passes you the golf club, quickly showing you the correct way to hold it before he moves onto your position. kicking your feet apart and pressing down on your back with his thick fingers, forcing you to arch your back as he bites his lip, his cock already growing hard.

“that’s it baby, stay just like that. now, lift your arm up like this, and strike.” you beam at him while he instructs you before focusing on the ball.

you raise your arm holding the club tight before you strike it. not even noticing rafe bending down slightly, his legs still spread wide around your figure and his fingers lifting your short skirt, peeking at your cute, pink panties underneath, he lets out a low “fuckkk.” at the sight, not loud enough for you to notice seeming as you were concentrating.

“rafey! look! i hit it. look how far it went!” you gasp, raising one arm to block the sun as you search for the ball with your eyes.

“yeah babe, daddy’s super proud of you.” he mutters, not paying attention to a word you said, instead focusing on the slightly damp patch on your panties.

he brings his thumb to your pussy, rubbing over the soaked material. your panties beginning to stick to your cunt as he thumbs your sensitive slit.

you whimper in surprise, your head spinning to look at him in shock. “daddy! wh-what are you doing?!” you hush, eyes wide, looking around quickly to see if anybody had noticed what he was doing, which they hadn’t… yet.

rafe hushes you before pulling your skirt back down and giving your ass a harsh smack. lifting up from his bent knees and looking down at you with a large smirk.

“nice panties, baby. where’d you get em?” he asks rhetorically, a sly smile appearing on his face.

knowing for a fine fact he bought them, as he does everything else, your clothes, food, shoes. you name it, he bought it. because that’s what wealthy daddy’s like him do. and rafe is without question, wholeheartedly, your daddy.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Officially your bitch || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

Summary: basically what happened in s1 ep 2 when Sarah is getting a teddy from the boat with Rafe, Kelce, and Topper watching but obvs slightly different. (you being the one faking being hurt)

Warnings: swearing, mention of gun,

Word count: 977

A/n: canon fics are so fun to write 😫

MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)

Divider by @yoonitos

mood board here

"Jeez, man, this is nuts." Topper lets out a low whistle, staring at a boat nestled in someone's garden bed. "Agatha's a bitch," Rafe mutters. "Damn right, she is," Kelce adds as the three boys gape at the sight.

"I can't get it outta my head. It's on repeat. 'Your move, broski.'" Topper repeats JJ's words from a couple nights ago, when a gun was pointed at his head. "Bro, he had a semiautomatic pointed right at you!" Kelce chimes in.

"That's what I'm saying. It's insane!" Topper scoffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Safety off!" he emphasizes, his voice rising. Kelce shakes his head, his expression a mix of disbelief and disdain. "That pogue," he mutters, his tone dripping with contempt.

Rafe, who had been staring intently at the waterline, snaps back to the conversation. His gaze sharpens as he looks at his friends. "They're freakin' pogues, man," he declares, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and exasperation.

"You know, you should get a piece," Rafe suggests, his voice steady as he looks at Topper. The gravity of his words hangs in the air. "What do you mean?" Topper asks, a puzzled expression crossing his face as he turns to Rafe.

"You gotta fight fire with fire and defend the homestead," Rafe replies matter-of-factly, as if it's the most logical solution in the world. "Better than being caught without one," Kelce shrugs, offering his own brand of nonchalant support. Rafe nods in agreement, his gaze unwavering.

"Listen guys, I'm gonna get him back, all right? I'm making it a little project of mine," Topper reassures them. Rafe hums approvingly, patting his friend's back. "Yeah, you should," he affirms with a smirk.

Kelce suddenly taps Rafe's shoulder. "Yo, that's y/n." Rafe and Topper turn their heads in unison, their curiosity piqued. They see you kneeling on one knee, talking gently to Joy, your mum's best friend's little daughter.

"Oh, so you left her in the boat?" you ask softly, your voice filled with understanding. Joy nods, her eyes wide with worry. "Okay, can you tell me what she looks like?" you stand up, smoothing down your shorts. Joy looks up at you, her face serious. "She has a trunk and blue eyes," she replies, her small voice clear.

The three boys watch intently as you smile reassuringly at Joy. "Okay, I'm gonna get her for you," you say, turning towards the boat. "Be careful of the electricity," Joy quietly warns. You smile to yourself, touched by her concern, and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you carefully step onto the boat.

"Don't worry, I'll be okay. It's really dangerous, so stay there, okay?" you reassure Joy with a confident smile. Rafe, standing a few feet away, removes his sunglasses, his eyes narrowing as he watches your every move. "What's she doing?" he mutters to no one in particular, his concern evident.

"Watch her fall and make a big drama out of it," your brother scoffs, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He crosses his arms, clearly unimpressed by your antics. Rafe glances at Topper, eyebrows raised. "Hey! There's 14,000 volts in those wires," Joy's mum calls out urgently from the porch, her voice filled with anxiety.

You take a slow, deliberate step onto the plank, feeling it wobble slightly under your weight. With a mischievous grin, you glance back at the onlookers, enjoying the attention. A quiet shriek escapes your lips as you pretend to lose your balance for a moment.

"Hey, y/n, be careful!" Rafe hollers, his voice louder and more urgent now. He takes a step forward, his body tense with concern. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," your mum mutters as she walks out onto the yard, her face a mask of frustration and fear. "Y/n, get down now!" she shouts, her tone a mix of anger and desperation.

"Mum, calm down. I'm an athlete. I got this," you reply playfully, flashing her a reassuring smile as you continue your careful approach toward the boat. Your confidence does little to ease the tension among the onlookers. The plank creaks under your weight, but you maintain your balance,

"You're gonna get electrocuted! Get down!" your mum screams, her voice trembling with panic. You ignore her, your focus on the gentle sway of the boat as you step onto it. "She just wants attention," Topper mutters, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Are you kidding me?" your mum persists, her tone growing more frantic. You turn to face her, a playful grin spreading across your face as you shimmy your shoulders, teasingly.

"Oh my—no. When I tell your dad about this, y/n!" Your mum exclaims, her voice a mix of exasperation and genuine fear. "Y/n, that's not fucking funny," Rafe yells in annoyance, his frustration bubbling to the surface. He watches you with a mixture of concern and irritation, unable to shake off the worry that gnaws at him.

"Little fried y/n," Topper comments, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes the scene unfold. Kelce looks at him, puzzled by the comment, but Topper simply shrugs it off. "Top, your sister's crazy, man," Kelce remarks, shaking his head in disbelief as Topper snorts, "Tell me about it."

With a knowing smile, you reach the boat and spot the disconnected wire exactly where you expected it to be. "I see her!" you call out across the yard as you place a steady hand on the boat.

"Y/n!" your mum's voice echoes for what feels like the hundredth time, a mixture of frustration and genuine concern laced in her tone. "When I tell your dad—" Her words are abruptly cut off by your convincing scream as you pretend to slip into the boat. "Fuck—" Rafe's reaction is immediate, his instincts kicking in as he rushes forward.

After a few seconds, you grab the cord, swinging it in front of you with a smile. Kelce breaks out in laughter at your prank, the sound mingling with the collective sighs of everyone watching. Rafe's face fills with relief and annoyance as his tongue pokes agains this inner cheek. "It's disconnected!" you announce with a laugh.

"Holy shit!" Kelce smacks Rafe's shoulder, his eyes wide with amusement as he looks at you, clearly annoyed and unimpressed. "For the love of God," your mum mutters as she slips her sunglasses back on and strides away, clearly needing a moment to recover from the prank.

"She got you good, man," Kelce snickers, unable to hide his laughter at Rafe's bewildered expression. "Absolute suckers!" you crow from the boat, your laughter ringing out triumphantly. "Babe, you should see your face," you giggle, retrieving Joy's teddy bear. "Yeah, okay, yeah, I'm sorry that I care. All right, guilty," Rafe throws his hands up in mock surrender though his face expression remained annoyed.

As Rafe stands there, still trying to process what just happened, he feels a hand on his shoulder. "Congrats, dude. You're officially her bitch," Topper says with a smirk, offering his congratulations in his own unique way. Rafe rolls his eyes at the jest.

"Alright." Topper gives Rafe a hearty pat on the back. "Officially, did you know that? You're officially her bitch, alright?" Topper's laughter rings out as he teases Rafe, but Rafe isn't having any of it. With a swift motion, he slaps away Topper's hand. "Shut the fuck up, dude," he grumbles, shaking his head in annoyance before striding over to you.

"See! Just further proved my point, bro!" Topper yells amidst his laughter, clearly enjoying the reaction he's getting. Kelce joins in, chuckling at the playful banter unfolding before him.

Rafe reaches you, offering his hand despite his lingering annoyance. You giggle at the exchange, finding his frustration amusing. "Are you fucking crazy?" Rafe spits, his irritation evident, but you can't help but laugh at his reaction.

"Aww, I love you too, babe," you playfully pout, quickly kissing his lips before turning your attention back to Joy, handing her teddy bear over with a smile. Rafe stands there with a defeated look, unable to stay mad for long.

[princessbrunette]

Princess I’m going feral thinking about looking up at rafe with big doe eyes while I lick his bloody knuckles 🥹🥹

ugh esp if he thinks you’re mad at him after he lost his temper and beat some guy up at a party for talking to u :( he thinks you’re gonna leave him or be mad at him and he’s soooo obsessively in love with you that he gets all teary eyed and starts rambling at you (think s1 rafe after the shooting incident)

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“you understand why i did it right? like— like i can’t just sit there and let some guy talk to my girl right, i have to protect you, because — you’re my girl. mine. you— you get it right?” his breath catches in his throat as he rambles, watching you slowly walk towards him from across the room. you lift his fist in your delicate hand, blinking silently at the blood before bringing it to your lips, pressing a kiss to the split skin.

“you make me feel so safe, daddy.” you muse, giving him your sweetest doe eyes. he blinks, like he’s in a dream and he’s in disbelief — his shoulders relaxing as he realises you’re not mad.

“so…” he chuckles shakily. “you’re not upset, to be crystal clear?”

“mm-mm.” you smile, and it’s contagious because he grins too— but it’s quick to drop into a parted lipped gasp as you flatten your tongue over the skin, cleaning it. his pants grow tighter immediately as he watches.

“fuck, you uh—” he licks his lips, lost for words.

“just wanna thank you for protecting me.” you tilt your head, batting your lashes with his blood staining your bottom lip. he nods, free hand raising to push his floppy hair back, thick bicep flexed as he watches your every move stiffly.

you reach for his belt, tugging at it and he’s quick to help you, undoing it skilfully and letting you unbutton his shorts. “you just do so much for everyone rafe, you’re the problem solver. you.” you fuel his delusion, getting off on the way his eyes widen a little from the manic adrenaline.

“yeah…yeah, me.” he pants, widening his stance clumsily as you unzip his zipper, dropping to your knees.

“real men like you deserve to get your dick worshipped. can i, please rafey?” you flutter your eyelashes again and he’s swallowing, nodding vigorously.

“hell yeah you can.”

i love when he’s a lil pathetic <333

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[joelscruff]

ummm hi this is so random i just needed to tell someone about this cause no one i know likes pedro

so i was watching s1 narcos and javi was wearing this fkn white half sleeved shirt and they knew what they were fucking doing and i’m dying he’s so fkn hot what do i do!!, if i was interning for him and he walked in the room wearing that oh my fkn god i would be dead sorry for this rant

soaked (javier peña x f!reader) 18+

so as usual what was meant to be a little drabble became a full-fledged fic. what is wrong with me????? this outfit is truly insane though and i couldn't stop thinking about it getting wet 👀 i hope you enjoy xo (and thank you anon for the inspo and for telling me what episode this lovely shirt was in!) summary: it's hard being an intern for a man who won't even look at you, but maybe there's something else to it that you don't see. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: smut, blowjobs, deepthroating, protected p in v sex, praise kink, dirty talk, size kink (javi has a big dick), biting, probably bad spanish (blame google) word count: 6k (this was supposed to be a drabble!!!!!!! wtf!!!!!!!!) ao3

You're pretty sure you're going to quit your job.

You've been an intern at the DEA for about a month now, in charge of extremely mundane things like pouring coffee and organizing paperwork. No one really talks to you other than Steve Murphy, one of the agents you're assigned to, and even then he's too busy to really give you much attention. It's lonely and boring, and part of you thinks you might have quit already, if it wasn't for...

"Morning, asshole," Javier Peña enters the office with long strides, tossing a stack of papers toward your (very tiny) desk. You can't help but stare at him, swallowing nervously as you assess the plain white shirt he's wearing, loosely tucked into his tight jeans and accentuating his strong, tan arms. How does he always look so good? His hair is messy, brown curls tangled and sticking up in places like he's just rolled out of bed, and he probably has. The faint scent of whisky that follows him tells you all you need to know about how he spent his evening.

You're worried for only half a second that he's talking to you, but you realize his gaze is directed toward Steve, who simply shrugs.

"You didn't have to come," he replies with a laugh, "You coulda said no."

"To your fucking wife? Please." Javier sits down in his chair with force, leaning back to immediately put his long legs up on his desk and reach for a cigarette from his pocket, "She was excited about it, you dick."

Steve just laughs again, turning back to his work, "You did the right thing, man. I don't know what else to say."

You wish you understood the story, knew what they were playfully ribbing each other about, but for the past month you've been on the outside of their relationship. Steve gives you reassuring smiles and some small talk every now and then but it's not enough to feel like you actually belong there, not to mention that Javier has only spoken to you once. Even now, as you rise from your chair to pour some fresh coffee into his mug, he doesn't even look at you.

"You owe me," he says to Steve, lighting up his cig, "Pendejo."

As you pour his coffee you can't help but notice the way the collar of his shirt rides low enough for you to see his collarbones, see the light dusting of hair smattered across his dark skin. There's a few droplets of sweat here and there, and you resist the urge to lean forward and press your tongue to each one.

"I'll have some more too, sweetheart," Steve says behind you, and your thoughts scatter as you pull back from Javier's mug to go re-fill Steve's. You're aware of the way Steve's eyes trail to your breasts, hidden only by a thin layer of blue fabric; it makes you self conscious and also a bit confused. Steve has never looked at you that way before, "That's a nice blouse," he says to you with a smile, eyes going back up to your face, "My wife has one similar to that."

"Thank you," you say quietly, finishing filling up his mug and wanting to go back over to your desk as soon as possible; you don't like the idea of a married man ogling you.

"Isn't this a nice blouse, Javi?" Steve continues, and you freeze.

What is Steve doing? Is he trying to get you insulted? You turn slightly to look at Javier, coffee pot trembling slightly in your hand when you see that he's got an irritated expression painting his face, mouth downturned in a stern frown.

"Thin ice, Steve," Javier replies and takes another drag from his cigarette, his eyes set firmly on Steve's face, not even bothering to even look at the blouse in question.

"What? It's nice," Steve seems to be feigning innocence, yet again another inside joke you're not apart of. Except this time it's at your expense and you're not sure how that makes you feel. Suddenly Steve reaches up and takes a ruffle of your blouse near your arm between his fingers, "Really soft, too."

"Steve," Javier repeats, eyes dark, "Thin. Ice."

You look from Javier to Steve and back to Javier, absolutely bewildered. It's like things are being said but you can't hear them, have no idea what kind of secret language they're speaking. You pull away from Steve a bit, feeling uncomfortable.

"I'm gonna go put this back," you say quietly, referring to the coffee pot.

"Of course, sweetheart, I won't keep you," Steve gives you a wink and you know something is off. From what you've gathered so far from your time here, Steve loves his wife, has a picture of her on his desk right in front of him that you always catch him looking at. You've only been here a month but you swear he's mentioned her every single day, if not to you then to Javier, if not to Javier then to another intern or agent. So why is he suddenly being flirtatious with you?

You leave the room and return the coffee pot, staring at the aged tiles on the wall in front of you and feeling a lump form in your throat. You really do hate it here, you don't know why you've stayed as long as you have.

Yes you do, you idiot.

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It's raining outside by the time your work day ends and you feel yourself deflate as you walk out the front doors of the DEA; you'd been hoping for the hot weather to continue so you could go for a run and distract yourself from this weird and uncomfortable day, decide whether or not you're going to just quit already. It's like the heavy rainfall is mocking you.

You feel much too depressed to walk home so you go back inside the building and make your way back to the office to call a taxi. Steve passes you in the hallway and slows down, puts his hand up to stop you.

"Hey, I'm sorry for this morning," he says, eyes kind and gentle, "That was inappropriate, I shouldn't have touched your blouse."

You're not sure what to say, giving him a small shrug, "It's, uh, okay. I was just..." you shake your head, "Yeah, never mind, it's okay."

"You're wondering why I did it." he states, frowning, and you almost laugh at his immediate assessment of the situation; deflecting a DEA agent? Not the smartest idea.

"Well, yeah," you shrug, "It was kinda weird. You're usually, um... very respectful so-"

He winces, "I know, I'm sorry. It was just me trying to get on Peña's nerves," he shuffles awkwardly in front of you, shifting the weight from his left leg to his right and back again, "He'd kill me if he knew I was telling you this, but I owe him."

You look at him in total confusion, shaking your head, "I don't understand."

He chuckles, shaking his head, "I know, I'm just trying to figure out how to word it," he bites his lip and then seems to resign himself to something, "Javier... he likes you."

You stare.

"My wife and I, we kind of wrangled him into having dinner with us last night. They were talking, she was askin' him about women, if he'd been on any dates, typical questions," he laughs at the memory, "He said no and she asked if he had his eye on anyone. He said no again, but I know this guy like the back of my hand, I can read him like a book. I knew that second no was a goddamn lie."

Your heart is pounding in your chest but your thoughts are muddled, unable to draw a clear conclusion from what Steve is telling you. You continue to just stand there wordlessly, listening.

"A few drinks later - well, more than a few - I asked him who he had his eye on. You wouldn't believe how easy it was to get it out of him, he just smiled, took a drag of his cig..." Steve acts this out, bringing his cigarette-less fingers to his lips and pretending to take a puff, eyes heavy-lidded and bleary, "And said your name."

You can't believe what you're hearing, there's no way it's true, no way he's telling you about something that actually happened. Your heart continues to pound relentlessly, staring at Steve like he's speaking another language, a million wordless questions flying back and forth in your mind at top speed.

"She's the most beautiful creature I ever saw," he quotes, voice slurred and gravelly, "She's sunshine incarnate."

"But he doesn't even look at me!" you blurt out, eyes wide.

Steve drops his hand and laughs again, shaking his head, "Sweetheart, he looks at you all the time. You're just looking away when he does it."

This revelation hits you hard, makes your breath catch in your throat. Is this actually true? Or is this some sick inside joke they're playing to get you to finally put in your notice, one of their private little games that you're not a part of. On principle it's the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard; the man has spoken to you once, only once, and it was on your first day. He'd introduced himself, shook your hand, and that was that.

"What do you mean you're doing this because you owe him?" you ask, shaking the thoughts away, "Isn't this just humiliating him?"

Steve smiles again, slightly smug, "I see the way you look at him too, you know. I'm not blind," he looks at his watch then and makes a face, "Listen, I gotta go, but if you're heading back to the office, he's still there."

"But, Steve, I-"

"Trust me," he gives you one of his reassuring smiles, "He needs - scratch that - wants someone like you, someone... stable."

You don't think being on the verge of quitting a paid internship would be considered stable, but you understand what he means. You may have only been here a short time but Javier's reputation is widely known around the office, something you've found yourself sympathizing with instead of villainizing him like others do. You know his history with women is pretty bleak relationship wise.

Steve begins to walk away from you, leaving you standing there speechless, "You better hurry before he leaves," he calls. He picks up his pace but you're still able to hear him as he mutters, "and that's my good deed done," then saunters down the hall and disappears around the corner.

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The office you share with Javier and Steve is the only one still lit on your floor, meaning everyone else has already gone home. You know that Javier likes to stay late sometimes, work on the case alone and look at things from different angles in solitude. You feel nervous as you approach the door, not wanting to bother him. But regardless of whether what Steve said is true, you still need to call a taxi.

You turn the knob and walk inside, trying to be as quiet and slow as possible. Your efforts are pointless though, as Javier looks up from his work and sees you immediately, his eyebrows going up in surprise.

"It's raining," you say softly, awkwardly, "I need to call a cab."

"Right," he nods to you and then returns to his work without an afterthought, writing something down on a piece of paper.

You stand there for a few moments just looking at him, watching his face, trying to find any indication of affection behind those focused eyes, his serious brow. He looks the same as always, lost in thought, scribbling away, handsome as he does it. The white shirt certainly isn't helping; he's unbuttoned it more now, his chest exposed and sunglasses hanging from a button near his pocket. He's so effortlessly gorgeous, it makes you ache.

He must sense you still standing there, not making any move to walk to your desk and pick up the phone. He looks up at you again, brow furrowed, "Do you need something?"

You shake your head quickly, cheeks burning, "N-no, sorry," you shuffle over to your desk and sit down in your chair, doing everything you can to avoid looking over at him again. You think about what Steve said, how Javier is always looking at you but only when you're not aware. You wonder if he's doing it right now.

You reach for the phone, unable to stop your hands from shaking slightly. You're almost sure you feel his gaze on you now, boring into you and watching every move you make, eyes deep and brown and calculating, always calculating. Assessing. What does he make of you? If what Steve said is true, what does he see when he looks at you?

Sunshine incarnate.

You can't help but smile at the words, dialing the number for the taxi slowly as your brain repeats them over and over. Had he really said that about you? And meant it? Your thoughts are so jumbled that you accidentally press the wrong button and have to start over, hanging up the phone quickly before picking it up again.

Just as you go to press the first number, a hand comes down and stops you, brushing against your fingers in a tender and gentle way. You freeze, staring at the hand, knowing it's his, knowing that if he wasn't looking at you before, he certainly is now.

"Why don't I just give you a ride, cariño?" he asks quietly, voice slightly rough around the edges, "I'm heading home now anyway."

You will yourself to look up, eyes capturing his immediately and getting lost in their depths, big and brown and soft and searching. Your lips part but no words come out. You force yourself to give him a nod, repressing the urge to jump up and kiss his mouth, envelop him, hold him close and look even deeper into those soulful eyes.

You stand shakily and walk to the door, feeling his eyes on your back as he follows behind you. The walk down to the main doors of the building is completely silent, save for the clicking of your heels against the linoleum and his heavy masculine breaths at your side. It's still raining once you get outside, and you can't help but make a face.

"Not a fan of the rain?" he asks you a bit loudly over the pelting of water against the concrete, a smile tugging at his lips.

"It's not my favorite," you admit, wincing, "Where are you parked?"

"You stay here where it's dry, I'll pull it up front."

You watch him dart out from under the eaves of the building, rain immediately soaking his white shirt without apology. You watch with wide eyes as his back becomes visible from the downpour, skin a pinkish brown beneath the suddenly translucent material. You catch sight of two dimples near his lower back before he disappears from eyesight.

You swallow, trying to pretend you don't feel yourself begin to throb within the confines of your underwear, a wetness pooling between your legs that has nothing to do with the rain.

Only a few moments later he's pulling up front, waving at you from behind the car window. You dash forward and feel the rain soak your hair, your skin, your blouse. There was nothing about rain in the forecast this morning so you hadn't thought to bring a jacket with you; you're now regretting that decision greatly.

The passenger side door is already unlocked and you slip inside gratefully, slamming it behind you and exhaling loudly. The rain continues to pelt the windows, the roof, a steady and repetitive sound as you look down at yourself to assess the damage. At least you chose a blue blouse and not a white one, although you can faintly see the shape of your nipples poking through the fabric. A bit self conscious, you cross your arms and huddle forward in the seat.

"Should heat up soon," Javier says beside you, quiet like he'd been in the office, "Seatbelt."

You glance over at him for only a second but regret it instantly, immediately noticing the way the rain has completely soaked his white shirt, exposing the taut and firm muscle beneath, his wide pecs, dark nipples, his flat stomach and belly button, the trail of hair that leads down to...

You grip the seatbelt in your hands and turn your attention to clicking it into place, feeling yourself throb even more. God, he's so fucking hot. You can't blame all the women he's slept with for wanting to get in his pants, he's a fucking Adonis. You take a few deep breaths as he pulls away from the building, focusing on the small bursts of heat that are beginning to radiate from the vents in front of you. You rub your hands together, momentarily forgetting that he could probably see your breasts through your blouse if he looked over.

But that's just it...you never know when he's looking at you. And part of you wonders what would be so bad about him seeing you like this.

You drive together in silence for a few moments, an undeniable tension building and building the longer you both sit there without speaking. Every so often you can't help but let your eyes trail back over to his body, eyeing the way his wet shirt clings to his skin, beginning to slowly dry in small patches from the car heater. You can vaguely make out the shape of a scar on his abdomen and you find yourself wanting to reach out and trace your finger along the length of it, ask him how he got it, kiss it better.

"I feel you watching me, querida," he murmurs, eyes on the road.

Your eyes widen and you sit back in your seat stiffly, "S-sorry."

In your peripheral vision you see him smile, thumbing the steering wheel, "You're always watching me, aren't you?"

You don't know what to say, swallowing tightly around the lump you feel building in your throat. Is he about to call you out? Tell you to stop?

"That's okay, I'm always watching you too," he says it quietly like it's a secret, taking a heavy breath as he continues, "But you know that now, don't you? Steve's a little shit."

You can't help but laugh, which makes him grin wider. He looks over at you and you meet his gaze, feeling shy when his eyes drop to your chest and back up again.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he murmurs, eyes back on the road, "I'll be real gentle, I promise."

You stare at him, slightly confused. It's only a moment later that it dawns on you: you never told him your address.

"Where are we going?" you ask quietly, voice shaking slightly in anticipation.

He gives you another side glance, smiling kindly at you, "I think you already know, cariño."

--

No more than twenty minutes later he has you laid out on his bed completely bare, his mouth pressed firmly against your wet core as you writhe and moan under his touch. His palms are pressed flush against your stomach, holding you to the mattress, never releasing you even when you start shaking uncontrollably from your orgasm. He just keeps going, sucking on your clit and fingering your throbbing hole, nose buried in the patch of hair on your mound.

"Javi, Javi, Javi," you repeat over and over again, thrashing in his sheets, fisting the duvet. He'd told you as soon as he had you in his bed that he didn't want you calling him Javier anymore, and you'd had absolutely no problem with amending your vocabulary.

He hums, giving your clit one last hard suck and making you almost scream with overstimulation, body heaving up off the mattress as he finally pulls away from your core and looks up at you with those big brown eyes.

"That's it, querida, feels so good, doesn't it?" he breathes, crawling back up and pressing kisses against your skin as you come down from the pleasure, heart pounding in your chest, "Your little pussy needed me so bad, didn't she?"

"Yes," you whimper, voice weak, unable to say anything else as he continues to kiss along your breasts, your neck, your cheeks. His mustache is soft and welcoming against your skin, tickling every inch of it in the best way possible as he worships you.

You can't believe you're even here, lying in his bed, lights dim as the rain continues to pelt the windows and drench the city while Javier drenches you. He's still wearing the white shirt, still damp and tucked into his jeans. You reach forward and pull at his belt, fingers trembling.

"Oh, cariño," he coos, kissing the corner of your mouth hungrily, "Want my cock now, do you? Thought that might have been too much for you."

You shake your head quickly, feeling tears sting in your eyes at the thought of him not giving you what you want, "Please," you whisper, voice breaking, "Please, Javi. I need it so bad."

"You do," he agrees, hands trailing upward to squeeze your breasts, thumbing your hard nipples, "You need to get fucked, knew it from the moment I met you. Knew it had to be me to do it."

"Why didn't you say anything?" you ask, voice breathless as he begins to undo his belt, "Why didn't you talk to me?"

"Because you're so pretty, hermosa, so pure," he tosses his belt to the ground and reaches for the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head. Your eyes fall to his bare chest, his stomach, so much clearer now than they'd been through the wet fabric. He's absolutely perfect, and you feel yourself salivate as you reach up to palm the soft skin of his belly, feeling the hair under your fingertips, tracing the scar you'd seen earlier. He grabs your hand gently, squeezes it, "I knew if I talked to you, you'd end up right here. In my bed."

"And that would be a bad thing?" you whisper, eyes searching his, "This is bad?"

He shakes his head quickly, unbuttoning his jeans, "No, querida, this isn't bad. This is what you need, I know that now," he unzips himself and your jaw goes slack when you see that he isn't wearing any underwear, his cock completely bare and on display beneath the denim. He pulls himself out, showing you how long and thick he is, cut and curved, leaking from the tip. Some of it drips onto your tummy and you both watch it dribble down your skin, dipping into your belly button, "You need it," he whispers, "Knew it when you started looking at me like that."

"Like what?" you breathe, still staring at his large cock, wondering how it'll possibly fit inside you without splitting you in half.

"Like the way you're looking at my cock right now," he says softly, shuffling forward a bit on the bed, "Now, sit up, okay? Give it a kiss."

You don't need telling twice, scrambling amongst the sheets and crouching forward to envelop the head of his cock inside your mouth, warm and sticky on your tongue. You close your eyes, feeling them almost roll back in your head as you suck gently and swallow down his precome, tickling the back of your throat.

"Gonna see how much you can take, okay?" he says quietly above you, and you feel his hands in your hair, stroking your scalp reassuringly, "You can stop if it's too much."

You slowly move forward to take a few more inches, eyes still closed, only opening again when you feel his hands grip your hair tighter. You look up then, eyes lidded and heavy, and he's looking down at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Such a pretty mouth," he murmurs, thumbing the base of your neck, "Just made to have my cock in there, huh?"

You nod slowly, breathing through your nose and pushing yourself further, wanting to take as much of him as you possibly can. You get about three quarters down and feel the tip prod the back of your throat. You still, inhaling deeply and feeling tears well in your eyes, silently begging yourself not to gag.

"Just a little more, querida," he whispers, stroking your hair, "You can do it, I know you can."

With his soothing encouragement you slowly take the rest of him, not stopping until your nose is buried in his pubic hair. You inhale again and your senses are overwhelmed by his masculine, sweaty, musky scent. It's heaven. You open your eyes and look up at him, tears welling over and spilling down your cheeks.

"Oh, baby," he says, biting back a moan, "That's so good, knew you could do it," he feels you trembling on his cock, throat closing around the head, and he carefully slides you off.

You start coughing immediately, drool running down your chin in long ropes. You'd feel embarrassed but he's smiling at you, leaning down to press kisses to your forehead.

"You did so good," he praises, wiping your chin with his thumb and kissing your lips tenderly, tasting himself on your tongue, "Took all of it so well, querida."

"I can do it again," you say quickly through another cough, voice rough, "Just gimme a second."

He smiles wider and shakes his head, "I know you can, but you don't need to, not tonight. Just wanted to see if you could take the whole thing in that pretty mouth," he thumbs your lips and you immediately capture it between them, sucking his thumb feverishly. He groans slightly, watching it disappear, "and now that I know you can... we need to see how well it fits inside that perfect little pussy, hm? Think it'll fit?"

You nod immediately, releasing his thumb with a pop, "I'll make it fit."

He groans again, getting off the bed and pulling his jeans down his legs, "That's what I like to hear, baby." He pulls open his bedside table and grabs a condom, tossing it over to you, "Now put that on my dick, cariño, gotta be safe."

You shuffle to the edge of the bed, ripping the condom open with your teeth and sliding it down his length. You feel his eyes on you now; you'd never been able to feel it before, had no idea he'd even been looking at you, and now it's like his gaze is burning your skin. You lean forward and press one more kiss to the head of his cock, smirking when it twitches.

"Come here, hermosa," he mutters, taking your hand and carefully pulling you off the bed. You both stand there naked in front of each other as he leans down to kiss you tenderly, hand trailing up to press flush against your back. He's so beyond everything you could have ever hoped for; you still can't believe this is actually happening, "Stay there for a second," he whispers.

You watch as he gets on the bed and sits at the top, back leaning against the headboard. His cock stands stiff and inviting beneath him as he splays his legs out and opens his arms.

"Sit on my cock, querida," he breathes, and without any hesitation you climb into his lap, legs shaking as you grip his shoulders and hover above him, "Nice and slow," he whispers, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, "That's it."

The tip of his cock breaches your entrance and you keen at the sensation, still shaking slightly as you slowly ease yourself down on him. You're so wet, his length slipping inside easily at first, but once you get about halfway down your hips stutter and you whimper.

"You got it, baby," he breathes, thumbs splayed across your belly, "Not much more," he pushes inside a bit further and you cry out in ecstasy, burying your face in his shoulder. His hands move to your back, holding you tightly against him as he continues to fill you, not stopping until he bottoms out, "There," he murmurs, rubbing circles into the skin of your back, "That's all of it, cariño. Did so good, taking it so well for me."

You sit like that for a few moments, him whispering praises in your ear and rubbing your skin soothingly. He's so thick inside you, you've never felt so full. After a few more moments he carefully grips your hips and slowly begins to move you on his cock, up and down, watching your expression and reveling in the whines emitting from your throat.

"That's it," he says, brow furrowed as he keeps his eyes on your face, "That's what a real cock feels like, querida, and it's the only one you're gonna get from now on." Your face scrunches up in pleasure and you find yourself hiding in his shoulder again, wrapping your arms around him and starting to move your hips to match his pace.

"Javi," you whimper, feeling the head of his cock pushing against the deepest part of you every time you brace down, "So big inside me, Javi."

"I know, cariño," he murmurs, soothing you again with a gentle rub to your back, "Filling you up so good, huh?"

You hum and let yourself go, nose pressed into the dip of his collarbone as you still on his cock and let him go back to working you up and down, murmuring in your ear about how good you feel, what a perfect girl you are, how you'll never fuck anyone else but him for the rest of your life. And you want to believe it's true.

"Work won't be the same anymore," you say against his skin, voice muffled.

"Christ, baby, you're thinking about work?" he taps on your neck and you pull back to look at him, shivering as he continues to fuck you relentlessly as he speaks to you, "Don't think about work right now, querida, not when I've got my cock buried inside you."

"I want you to start fucking me at work," you say suddenly, brow furrowing in pleasure as he hits the deepest part of you again, "In secret, please."

He stills for a second, surprise appearing on his face before he smiles, starts fucking you again with even more fervor, grunting with very thrust.

"Of course I will, baby," he says, pressing his forehead against yours, gripping your hips tighter and fucking you fast and hard, so much so that you feel yourself writhe off the bed again, fingers clasping around nothing as you moan loudly, "I told you, ever since I met you I knew you needed this, needed my cock," he kisses you then, wet and hot, and you feel the tension in your belly start to build, "Gonna give it to you every chance I get from now on, I promise."

You whimper at his words, fucking yourself down on him as hard as you can and letting out cries of pure bliss as he begins to hit your favorite spot over and over, so impossibly deep inside you that you think maybe he will split you open. He rises off the bed with you a bit, holding you tight to him as he wildly bucks into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Gonna come, hermosa," he whispers in your ear, breath hot and sticky against your skin, "Give me one more, get that pussy all wet for me," you let out an inhuman sound and feel yourself involuntarily bite into his shoulder, making him groan.

"I'm sorry," you moan, pulling back and seeing the crescent shaped mark in his flesh.

"For what?" he groans, and you feel his thumb start to prod your clit, rubbing it furiously, "Do it again, baby, mark me up, make me yours," you feel your orgasm overtake you at the words, fingernails digging into his back as you writhe and cry in his arms. Without hesitation you bite down on him again, not hard enough to break the skin but enough that there will most certainly be a mark there tomorrow.

He groans at the sensation, pulling you impossibly closer and stilling inside you as he pumps the condom full of his spend, twitching inside you at every pulse. He doesn't pull out right away, just lays still within you while you pant against his shoulder, eyeing the purple mark beginning to bloom on his skin.

"I bit you," you say, eyes wide.

He shifts slightly beneath you, cock still filling you up as he chuckles, "Yes, you did."

"I'm sor-"

He puts a hand up, shaking his head, "Don't apologize, cariño, I like it."

You nod slowly and carefully pull yourself off his cock, already missing the full sensation of having him deep inside you. You lay back on the bed beside him, eyes closed as he disposes of the condom and then settles himself tightly against your side, spooning you and pressing gentle kisses to the back of your neck.

"Did you mean what you said?" you ask quietly, eyes still closed as you feel yourself begin to drift off in his embrace, "Will you really fuck me at work?"

He laughs, gorgeous and perfect in your ear, "Yes, mi sol, I meant it."

--

Javi takes you home early the next morning so you can change your clothes, not wanting Steve to know about what happened last night, as much as it would probably tickle him to know he had a hand in it. He waits for you outside, listening to the radio in his car and squinting against the bright sun, fingers tapping against the base of the window absentmindedly. After a few moments you come back out, wearing a yellow blouse this time in honor of your new nickname. He smiles radiantly at you and you know you made a good choice.

You both manage to keep Steve completely in the dark for the first part of the day; Javi goes back to ignoring you the way he usually does, which you have to admit makes you feel a little bad. But it's all water under the bridge when he follows you to the women's bathroom around noon and locks you inside one of the stalls with him. A few seconds later his cock is hitting the back of your throat as he proves to you that he wasn't lying.

--

"What's that?" Steve says in the late afternoon, only about an hour until you can go home. You look up from your desk but he isn't talking to you, his gaze fixed on Javi.

"What?" Javi replies, brow furrowing as he looks down at himself, "Got a bug on me or something?"

"No, you have a bite mark on your shoulder," Steve says matter-of-factly, and you feel your cheeks go hot, eyes widening as you stare at Javier and watch him figure out what to say.

He just shrugs coolly, "Yeah, slept with this wild bonita last night, she wanted to mark me," he looks back down at his work, "Your wife ever do shit like that, Murphy?"

Steve sighs deeply, leaning back in his chair, "No, she doesn't."

"Thought so," Javi smirks, still not looking up from his paperwork, and you watch as Steve twists his mouth into a scowl, shaking his head.

A few seconds later Steve's looking over at you, giving you a small look of what you can only describe as sympathy, "Sorry," he mouths, shrugging dejectedly, "My bad."

You give him a smile in return, shaking your head, unable to help the rush you feel at not getting caught.

"It's okay," you mouth back, "I'll get over it."

You know Javi is watching you this time.

thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it and here's my kofi if you'd like to leave a tip (entirely optional of course but much appreciated).

[draczrys]

I know Criston Cole is not who you usually write for and I know he’s not a fan favorite but could you write a Drabble or one shot of Criston Cole x Reader? I love Fabian Frankel and just wish to read something with one of his characters. Much love! 💕

brb just added him to my muse list bc mr fabian is yum & early s1 criston is bearable. and this trope!! my fave medieval theme ever. like wdym i’m not supposed to love a boy w big brown eyes

COURTLY LOVE. ❨ criston cole x reader ❩

the standing of a riverland lord's youngest daughter was nothing of note to the realm. little to inherit, a pitiful dowry, barely a suitor at the door. so, the seven must have blessed you the day queen aemma requested your presence at court. the princess was of age now, and in need of ladies in waiting of noble birth.

suddenly, the world was a different place. thrown into the deep end of the red keep, you had all the dresses you wished for and every suitor at court vying for your hand in marriage. no longer just an unknown lady, but a lady of the crown. still, there wasn't a single lord or son that caught your eye. not since you saw him.

"... ser criston cole!"

your breath had caught in your throat as the young knight shed his helmet and blinked up to the royal box, respects paid to the king before he looks to you.

"i would like to ask for your lady's favour, if she would be so kind," he spoke, voice smooth, eyes never leaving your own. if it weren't for rhaenyra's elbow in your side, you're sure you would have stared all day.

"best of luck, ser," comes your wishes, leaning over the wooden rail to drop your favour over his joust. you had spent a whole day on it, the princess on her's too, weaving daisies and lavender into a pretty ring. "i hope that you win."

"as do i," criston muses, smirking. "if it means speaking with you again, my lady."

a blush burns at your cheeks, hurrying to sit back down. you ignore rhaenyra's teasing and watch the knight mount his horse, readying himself for the competition. he knocks down lord after lord, knight after knight, even defeating prince daemon. the heat in your chest has your heart beating quicker, head somewhat hazy as you watch on in delight.

the chaos of a tourney day sweeps you up from your daydreaming, ushered behind the princess to dress her for the feast. though she speaks to you as you braid her hair, it's barely audible past the heavy thoughts of the knight in your ears. eventually, when rhaenyra is summoned to her mother, you find the time to catch your breath in an empty hallway. leaning against the cold stone, your eyes squeeze shut to urge any romantic ideas from your mind.

"my good luck charm."

the sudden voice startles you, turning quickly to ready yourself in defence. but there, only a few steps away, is your knight. for a moment, you think he's talking about you. noting your furrowed brows and slightly cocked head, he raises the favour you had gifted into view.

"ah," you breathe out, a smile growing on your lips. "i'm glad it was of use."

criston mirrors your smile, steps closing the space between you, his armour clinking as it still rests on his bones. his arm reaches out, offering the flowered ring back to you. "it is custom the knight returns the favour to the lady, if they have survived."

glancing at the branches and petals your hands had tirelessly woven, then back to the warm eyes that watch you so carefully, that strange feeling creeps back into your chest. you shake your head.

"keep it," you urge, cheeks rounding. "perhaps it will bring you luck again."

cole's brows raise, interest obviously piqued at your suggestion. his smile turns crooked, eyes sparkling with a life you'd only seen outside of the walls of the keep.

"and will you be present, again? in case it is you, and not the favour, that has blessed me." his tongue is playful and teasing, but his eyes hold a sincerity you daren't question.

"i cannot promise my presence to be so virtuous." you giggle breathily, eyes darting to the ground for a moment to spare yourself the dizziness that comes from his gaze. "and i should--"

"a kiss then."

the blunt but hopeful proposition snaps your eyes back to him, unsure of whether to be more shocked, offended or delighted. criston smirks, obviously enjoying your surprise. "as a precaution, of course."

stomach jumping with nerves, heart dancing with excitement, you watch his eyes carefully in an attempt to gauge whether he was taunting you or not. but no, still only genuine.

shuffling forward, close enough now, you slowly stretch upwards onto your tiptoes. eyes locked, your lips journeying closer to his cheek - slightly stubbled, but littered with freckles. they barely brush his skin before he turns his head, quicker than you can notice, replacing his cheek with his lips.

the surprise that overtakes you is quickly subdued by the sweet taste of his kiss. his lips soft, just relishing in yours. not desperate or rough as you had seen with older lords and ladies, but delicate and kind. he only parts when he feels you swoon a little in his arms, smiling against the aftertaste of the kiss. breathless, you look at each other, caught up in the warmth between you.

"my lady," criston murmurs, stepping back from your space when he hears the distant patter of feet. bowing at the waist, his eyes still linger on your own. "until next time."

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

piece based on the idea that Dakota might've started learning guitar to play along with Ashe's drums ^_^ Ambigiously timed but was originally gonna be post s2 (tho their designs here look more s1)

Extras under the cut, as usual :3 AND a VERY detailed ID since this piece is a big one

Detailed ID: a drawing of Dakota Cole and Ashe Winters from Just Roll With It: Prime Defenders, sitting in Ashe’s dorm room.

Ashe is sitting on the bed, with one arm behind her head and the other rested on her stomach, while Dakota is lying on his back on the floor holding an electric guitar, legs kicked up on the bed next to Ashe.

Ashe has white skin, long curly white hair, a few freckles, and is looking down at Dakota with an open mouthed smile. She is wearing a dark purple beanie with pins of Madeline from Celeste, the Welcome to Nightvale logo, and the knight from Hollow Knight partially covered by her hair.

She is also wearing a shirt with the album cover of I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning by Bright Eyes. Over the shirt is Dakota's red flannel. She's wearing black jeans, one black and green sock, and one purple and black sock with cat ears at the top and cat paws at the toes.

Dakota has mid-brown skin with a few moles, and medium lengthed, curly, bright red hair thats splayed out across the floor. his eyes are shut tight and his eyebrows are furrowed, whilst hes smiling widely.

He has a black bandana around his forehead. On his neck is a chain, and attached to that is a purple heart with the letter 'A' on it. He's wearing a white tank top, that exposes his shoulder which features a temporary Ms G tattoo of her face accompanied with the words 'Ms G' in a galaxy pattern.

Dakota's wearing beige shorts, and has another temporary tattoo on his thigh which reads 'Teaching Moment' in galaxy text. his socks are white.

The blue and white electric guitar he's holding has a sticker that says 'Prime defenders' in black and white, and another sticker that says 'Just Roll With It' in gold and purple. At the top of the guitar near the tuning pegs, it reads 'Prime'.

They are in Ashe's dorm room. Her bed has a blue mattress and a green blanket that's pushed against the pillow away from Ashe, and draping off the side of the bed onto the floor. On the part of the blanket that's on the bed, there is a plush of Morgana from Persona 5, and another plush of Bacon Man. On the part of the blanket that's on the floor, there is a Nintendo DS, except with the word 'Primtendo' written on it. On the side of the bed there are 3 stickers; one of Hatsune Miku, one of Mae Borowski from Night In The Woods, and one of Tony's Pizza.

On the purple carpeted floor underneath the bed, theres a cardboard box labelled 'Secrets'. There is also an oval rug that Dakota is lying on that has a green, yellow, blue, and red circular design. ontop of this is a pair of headphones with the wire spiralling across the floor, and an amp that Dakota's guitar is plugged into. the front of the amp has the word Prime where the brand name of an amp would be usually

Next to Ashe's bed is a set of shelves. On the flat side facing the bed, there is a My Chemical Romance poster of the album cover of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. Under this poster are 3 photos, of Ashe and Dakota ice skating, Ashe and William walking on traintracks, and Ashe and William taking a selfie in bed. Next to these three photos are two school schedules, labelled 'Ashe Winters' Schedule' and 'Vyncent Sol's Schedule'.

On the shelves, the top shelf has a lit candle next to a box of matches. Next to these are 4 books titled 'The Carnival Of Souls', 'Planetary Problems', 'The Purps' and 'Overlord'. The shelf below this has a plant with small white flowers, in a ceramic pot with a blue heart, a red heart, and a purple heart on it. Next to this is a bottle of ibuprofen, and a turned on purple lava lamp. Behind these are more books titled 'The New Generation', 'Island Of Amal- [cut off]', 'Ultraviolent Light', '[cut off] -Don't R- [cut off],' and 'Good Cop, Ghos- [cut off]'

Underneath that shelf is an open drawer with two fairylight chains trailing out. One is in RGB colours and the other is golden. On the closed drawer below that, there is a Welcome to Nightvale sticker.

On the white wall behind Ashe, there is a window to her left. outside the light is golden, and there is a street. Behind Ashe's head is a Thank You Scientist poster of the album Maps Of Non-Existent Places, a Car Seat Headrest poster of the album Twin Fantasy, and a trans flag. There are also messages in smudged ink reading: '[cut off] -ncent was here !!!', 'Ashe. W [cut off] -s here :3', 'DC wus here <3', 'wiwi waz here [ghost doodle]' and 'love u man'

End ID.

[mandarinmoons]

Hey! Can I request a fic where spencer and reader are together? S1 or 2 spence, and reader is just as shy and awkward. Two blushing, fumbling nerds so in love with each other!! I don't have a specific scenario but omg it's so cute!

Oh god this is adorable

How you and Spencer got together in the first place had everyone questioning. Okay sure, you both had similar interests and bonded over that, but you two were also more quiet and awkward and it seemed like confessing your feelings for one another was the last thing both of you were ever going to do. But by some stroke of luck it managed to happen and you guys were happier than ever.

The rest of the team watched you two lovebirds as if they were watching a romantic comedy of two kids being in love for the first time, because even if you guys had been together for nearly a year, you still acted like you had been together for a week.

Whenever you gave Spencer a kiss, anywhere I may add, his cheeks would heat up, he’d be stuttering for at least half an hour and the guy would get extra clumsy.

1 month together

Right as you turned away to head back to your desk to continue your work, you pressed your lips to Spencer’s cheek in a light kiss which in turn made his eyes go big and mouth fall open.

“I’ll see you later,” you smiled as you walked off, Spencer nodded in return and turned around, but he tripped over his feet and tumbled to the floor.

If anyone were to describe that situation, it would be awkward and adorable.

3 months in

You and Spencer were sitting across from each other at a desk, talking about a new movie you both had seen. Spencer was sitting cross legged in his chair and smiled and nodded as you got particularly excited over one of the scenes. In a quick moment where you didn’t notice, you rested your hands on top of Spencer’s and your breath hitched, your eyes went up and locked with Spencer’s and you both looked at each other with big eyes.

“I… um…”, Spencer used the opportunity and took your hands into his carefully. What could be described as the picture of innocence, each of you had a light blush dusted over your cheeks. You cleared your throat and continued on talking about the film while Spencer lightly ran his thumb over the back of your hands.

Behind closed doors both of you tried to open up more to each other. Spencer wasn’t one for physical touch, but he wanted to be better with you.

6 months in

After a long case all you wanted to do was be surrounded by the comfort of your blankets. You wanted to be left alone, but you didn’t want to be lonely, so here’s where your boyfriend comes in handy.

You and Spencer were lying down on the bed, close but not touching. You were facing each other and taking in each other’s faces, both of you had a sleepy smile. Spencer was hesitant, but he reached out to your face and brushed his fingers over your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into his hand as Spencer continued his actions. Soon enough, Spencer inched closer to you and pulled you closer. His arm wrapped around you and pulled you close to his chest. You rested your head on Spencer’s chest and Spencer’s hand went to your hair, lightly brushing his fingers through your locks.

Some people might think it’s silly how you two aren’t even able to hold hands without becoming stuttering messes, but the ones closest to you knew how much the smallest of actions mean to both of you and seeing how you two were able to open up to each other more and more over time only proved how much you two cared for one another.

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[old-people-like-avatar]

Netflix Avatar the Last Airbender S1 - Overall Thoughts [SPOILERS]

I am a longtime fan of Avatar the Last Airbender. I did not watch it in its original 2005 run, but I discovered it in around 2010 after my good friend R.S. recommended it to me. It's been my #1 favorite TV show ever since and I have rewatched it more times than I can count. I was cautiously optimistic about NATLA.

Now, having watched the whole first season of NATLA, and looking at the season as a whole, I think the best word to describe it is uneven. I can't say that I loved it, and I can't say that I hated it. But there were things I really liked about it and things that really did not work for me. Overall, I enjoyed watching it -- if only to dissect what did and did not work about the adaptation -- and would want to watch more.

WHAT WORKED

Everything to do with Zuko and Iroh. I found myself going back through just to rewatch all of the Zuko and Iroh-related scenes. I thought Dallas Liu really nailed Zuko -- from tantrums about his journal being stolen to incredible action sequences to the boyish vulnerability of worrying about the laces on his gauntlets. He took an iconic character and made him his own. NATLA added some incredible scenes and lines to my favorite duo: Lu Ten's funeral (coupled with orchestral version of "Leaves from the Vine"); Zuko's first war council; Iroh choosing to go with Zuko on the boat; the 41st Division; Iroh putting a blanket on Zuko. And I liked that NATLA emphasized that Iroh needed Zuko in the wake of Lu Ten's death as much as Zuko needed Iroh after his mother left.

Daniel Dae Kim's interpretation of Ozai. Ozai in ATLA is kind of one-dimensional. Daniel Dae Kim's Ozai adds a deeper layer to him in that he genuinely seems to think he's doing legitimate parenting -- even going so far as to visit Zuko after burning his face and remarking, glibly, that he'll recover ("but he'll never heal," says Iroh). It adds an even more monstrous angle to his cruelty because Kim's Ozai seems to think he's doing it for his children's own good. This post perfectly encapsulates my feelings about why I thought the agni kai between Ozai and Zuko was an excellent addition to NATLA.

Zuko/Aang. These two bonding over goat hair brushes was the scene I never knew I needed. The way Aang managed to wrest a little smile out of Zuko in that scene before Zuko blew up at him for criticizing the Fire Lord? And the way that tied into the "Compassion is a sign of weakness" scene from the agni kai? Great character work.

WHAT DID NOT WORK

Dialogue. I already observed at length my dissatisfaction with the clunky, exposition-dumping dialogue in my episode-by-episode writeups. It certainly wasn't as bad as the Movie-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named, but . . . there was no art or subtlety to it, and no trust in the audience. A disappointment.

The GAang did not feel like family. The lack of breathing room in the 8-episode season meant that all of the "filler" episodes that fleshed out the relationships between Aang, Katara, and Sokka were sacrificed. I am not saying NATLA needed to recapture each of the filler episodes. But they needed to build the foundational bonds between the main trio with showing not telling and they really didn't. They separated them for big chunks of 2 episodes. And, really, they just felt like traveling companions. That took all of the emotional heft out of, well, everything related to Aang, Katara, and Sokka. I mean, frankly, the kid actors did a better job establishing the "family" dynamic just by being themselves in their press interviews than the show did with the characters.

Aang did not run away from responsibility. I am not one of those people that's just mad that the show wasn't exactly like the cartoon. No. What I mean is, even putting aside the cartoon, even if you just look at NATLA itself: their own themes were undercut by never showing Aang actually running away from responsibility. Each avatar seemed to be berating Aang for doing something he was never actually shown to be doing.

Katara. I really don't think this one is on the actress. Katara felt like a fundamentally different character from ATLA's Katara. It's not to say an adaption is not allowed to have their own interpretation of a character, but... I just did not understand NATLA Katara. There was no passion, no rage, no overbearing nurturing. She was... I don't know what she was. Traumatized, yes, but nothing grew out of that trauma? Meek, until the plot demanded that she suddenly become a waterbending master without any guidance other than a waterbending scroll? The "younger sister"? More than any of the main characters, I'm not sure what NATLA was trying to say about Katara at all. And, as a result, I'm afraid the word to describe it might be uninteresting. And given that she is the heart and soul of Team Avatar, this one was really tough.

Despite the fact that a lot of NATLA did not work for me, I still enjoyed it because the things that did work for me, well, really worked. So. I'm here for all of the Zuko/Iroh scenes!

[girlbossblackbeard]

also I can't accurately describe in words the overwhelming sense of joy and anticipation I feel when I think about the likelihood that s2 is going to be a deep-dive into Ed's character growth and backstory like s1 was for stede like that's my BOY right there and I'm about to learn EVERYTHING about him!!!!!!!! reveal to me his past traumas and hopes for the future with oodles of flashbacks and dream sequences!!!!!!!! illustrate the physical manifestation of his mental/emotional state via plentiful costume changes and hair stylings!!!!!!!!!!!! show me ed's unfairly big brown doe eyes and achingly soft smile after he's forgiven stede not only because he wants to make stede happy again but because ed finally believes that he DOES deserve to choose happiness and stede makes him happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! let me see him nervously pacing the length of the captain's quarters as he tries to hype himself up to kiss stede for the second time ever while wrestling with the fear of being vulnerable and him having his heart get broken again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! please and thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[redactedgender]

my redacted face claims / fancasts

literally only two ppl asked for this ( @infiniterotting @mrsmiagreer youre both responsible for this /j) but i will take any chance to infodump

most of these are based on the vibes i get from the characters, if you perceive them differently that’s alright! i’m just having fun with it :]

let’s go!

GUY

ross lynch (musician, actor)

; somehow i didn’t think of him while i was first trying to figure out who my face claim for guy would be. originally i had my geordi face claim as my guy one, but you’ll see why i swapped them eventually dhjsdh!! ; ross has the like perfect amount of chaotic energy but also playful flirting that works really well with guy. like, the shaggy dirty blond hair, the dimples, his eyes… like, yeah. also this mf is 6’, which is taller than i had for guy originally, but him being tall is lowkey funny

━━☆

ELLIOTT

josh hutcherson (actor)

; as my hc of elliott includes him being trans, i wasn’t intentionally looking for a short actor to face claim for him (he's 5'5). but then i saw the first pic of josh hutcherson and all thoughts went out the window. as a member of the beanie boy elliott committee, it felt like fate. like imagine him with the piercings erik has, creating dreamscapes and fighting blake. god i wanna destroy him. elliott's one of my faves, and this face claim just makes my brain happy ; josh hutcherson has got the range to be able to play a character like elliott i think. also, like, y’know. it just makes sense to me ok dhsjdhj

━━☆

DAMIEN

calum hood (bassist for 5 Seconds of Summer)

; so doing research on calum hood made me learn that he’s scottish/māori, which was surprising to me. my hc for damien doesn’t line up with that at all, but i think calum hood has the perfect look for him regardless. strong but not muscly, a nice smile, and the hair?? i think yes ; my damien hc includes him being trans, fun fact. he’s extremely stealth, like only his mom and the damn crew know he’s trans. its ok firecracker, you’re still valid. ik calum hood isn’t trans, but his vibes still fit the resident fire boi

━━☆

IVAN

leonardo decaprio (younger) (actor)

; i literally cannot explain why he’s my ivan face claim. i think i saw someone else fancast him, and was like “oh yeah, that works!” and then never thought abt it again dhsjhddj!! i have nothing else to say abt this honestly

━━☆

HUXLEY

wasabi no ginger (big hero 6) / harry samba (model)

; so wasabi was my first casting for huxley because i have the hc that he had locs that he cut off after the inversion as a form of starting over, and when thinking about what his hair would look like afterwards, i thought abt wasabi. and then i thought abt how they’re similar in that they’re both not taken seriously in their fields due to stereotyping, and how wasabi is big and gentle and huxley is big and gentle too, so here we are. i think this makes sense ; i thought having an actual real person face claim for hux would be good to have, since the other characters have them too. i found this model after doing a bit of looking on pinterest, and i like this guy’s confidence (also he’s like. built. which works perfectly). he seems confident but goofy, which is so perfectly hux-coded. just imagine them combined to make my huxley face claim fgdhsjk or like wasabi is s1-s2 hux & harry samba is s3 or something

ok so i don't wanna make this post like ten pages long so if this gets enough attention i will do a pt 2 with more of my face claims (and maybe some extra goodies like my piercing ideas for the speaker characters)

thank you for indulging me dhskhdks

[audreyscribes]

"Sand Sugar" Young! Gaara x Older Sibling Figure! Reader- Naruto Fanfic

Author's Note: I was looking at my old devianart page, looking for an art I did years ago and I found the small amount of fanfic works I posted there. The basis of the story was too good and much like what I did for the Clarisse x Reader fic, I thought why not post it here? For archival purposes. So here it is. Please enjoy and thanks for reading! NOTE: This was originally once a "Gaara x Big Sister OC" that was posted in 2014 but I have re-edited it to be a Neutral Gender Reader fic instead. I am also not that deep into the Naruto fandom or too much of the lore. I did at one time watch all of S1 and S2, but that was years ago so don't expect too much.

You sighed as you walked through the Village hidden by Sand. It was one of those days that you had to walk around following your gut. After a while, you found yourself at the playground. You stared at the entrance of the playground, wondering if your subconsciousness wanted to bask in the nostalgia of a long gone childhood; before you had aspirations, before you realize the reality of living as an adult. 

Not knowing what to do else, you decided to lean against the wall, watching a group of kids play ball. Their laughter brought a small smile to your face, before you caught something in the corner of your eye. Your eyes wandered to a kid with red hair alone by his wholesome.

You stared at him before your eyes narrowed down in worry. Why was he out there alone? Where are his friends or his guardians? His parents or siblings? You did a quick scan around to have some indication of company belonging to the boy, yet nothing stood out to you. 

You heard the ball fly and your head turned back to the playground. The ball that the group of kids were playing rolled to the lonely kid as he stared at it like it was a foreign object. So foreign yet so familiar.

After a few seconds, he picked it up and seemed to want to give it back to the kids but you quickly caught the look of absolute fear and disgust, as they yelled something about a demon or some sort. They all ran away as the kid seemed awfully depressed as he watched the kids run away from him like he was going to kill them. 

Your heart clenched at the face he was making ad before you knew it, your feet had carried you over to him. You made sure to make your footsteps known before you gently touched his shoulder. Yet he jumped still as if he was spooked. His head whipped towards you and stared at you with frightened, wide eyes. The sand seemed to rattle and you thought it was the wind, but the voice in the back of your mind whispered something else.

You didn’t want to scare and agitate  him any further so you took a step back, hands up in the air with the best non-threatening gesture you could muster. You saw his tensed shoulders drop slightly and the agitated sand from before, seemed to go silent almost. A suspicion and realization was forming in your mind, but you were committed and crouched to his level. You gave him a smile, your hands still open for him to see.

He seemed to relax more, making you smile more. 

“Hey” you greeted first. 

“Hi…” he said, a bit afraid like he wasn’t used to talking to people.

“What’s your name?” you asked him.

“G-Gaara…” and you blinked at the name. So this was Kaze-Kage's son? From what you’ve heard, he has one of the tailed beast inside him; the Shukaku. Now you were starting to get the picture and the voice in your mind was becoming more right. 

“Hey Gaara.” you greeted once more, “My name is [first name].”

“Hi…” He said meekly.

“Why are you out here, alone?” you asked him, a bit worried. He looked down like he was about to cry. Immediately, you begun to panic while feeling like an idiot. Trying to cheer him up, you searched through your back pocket. It was a weak gesture but you grabbed a bunch of objects and held it out to him. He looked at your hand while you slowly revealed some candy to him.

“Here…want some?” you asked, stuttering with your heart beating against your chest with cold sweat prickling on your skin.

He stared at it before shaking his head. You were confused and more worried, as you kept up your appearance and tilted your head at him, “You don’t like candy?”

He shook his head, “No…I like candy.” He said, “But I don’t know if it’s poisoned or not.”

That threw you in for a loop as you blinked at him in surprise. He already knew about food having poison in them? This kid’s life must be tough. Was your thought before it transitioned to “man is this what being generations of ninjas have to deal with?" To the horrifying thought, “Oh dear Kami, someone has tried to poison before.”

You looked at the colourful sweets in your hand, pondered for a moment before you looked at him, “I promise there isn't any poison in them, but if you’re not sure, why don’t you pick a few out and I’ll eat it, okay?”

He stared at you before looking at your hand. He seemed to ponder and probably thought you were bluffing before pointing a few out. True to your word, he picked those up the most colourful candies and you opened your mouth. He slowly unwrapped one before dropping one inside. You closed it and chewed it, crunching it. You then grinned and tried not to show how you were going to regret this decision, “Come on, did I say to pick out a few more?” 

Gaara looked at you bizarrely before you opened your mouth waiting and he quickly unwrapped a few ones and it wasn’t long before your mouth was stuffed with candy. You then puffed your cheeks to exaggerate how much candy you had and imitating yourself as a hamster. Garra giggled and the sweetness of it almost made your heart burst (Nooo, it wasn’t the rush of sugar that was sitting in your mouth, what were you talking about?)

After a while, letting it dissolve, you then opened your mouth to show him it was all gone. You waited for a few minutes while playing Tic-Tac toe in the sand, before Gaara seemed to be convinced there wasn't any poison in it. He looked expectantly at the candy and you patiently held them out. He seemed to ponder the flavours and colours before he picked one up and tentatively ate it. His whole face brightened up as you giggled. Without thinking, you softly patted his head as he seemed surprised but quickly seemed to enjoy it. You tried not to let your face falter as you felt your heart breaking at the reaction, even more so as he tentatively held your hand to lean his head more.

You got up before you held your hand to him, leading him home. A ninja appeared in front of me as Gaara yelled “Yashamaru”.

You merely let go of Gaara’s hand as he ran up to him. Seeing as he knew the ninja and he was happy, you began to leave; now that Gaara is now with his guardian.

(you wondered where he was this entire time…was he watching you this entire time? But if that was the case, then he should’ve appeared earlier… questions begun to fill you and the sugary sweetness of the candy in your gut begun to turn bitter-)

You turned around to go back to your own home and give yourself a long teeth brushing session, when you felt a tug on my leg. You stopped to look down and saw Gaara, looking at you with his light wide, turquoise eyes. You then knelt down to his level as he gripped your arm like an actual child. You smiled softly at him, tilting your head to the side as you saw Yashamaru not too far away. “What’s wrong Gaara?”

He looked down like he was struggling to say something but you waited. He looked up like he was a bit hesitant but he finally got the courage to speak, “Will I ever see you again [f/n]-Nee/Nii?” 

You blinked at Gaara; thinking me as his older sister already but you merely smirked at him. You messed the top of his head, tickling him. “Of course! All you have to do is call me and you’ll see me~” you said, giving him a grin. 

He beamed before giving me a hug. You admittedly froze for a moment before you returned back with a warm hug and a kiss to the forehead before he ran to the ninja waiting for him. You stood back up while waving him good bye as he did the same. (You could see Yashamaru silently observing and deducing you from over his shoulder and you had a feeling you were going to be interrogated later).

When they were out of sight, you merely sighed to yourself before smiling. Whatever it may be, you had a feeling you were going to this kid no matter what, for a long long time.

[fritoley]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts 6x06 - Moment of Truth

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Woah why did everything go monotone except for Kosmo

“This orb…is a giant piece of candy.”

W H A T

HOW

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

HOW THE FUCK DID THEY NOT NOTICE THAT WERE HOLDING A BIG-ASS JAWBREAKER (i know it’s chocolate but you get the idea---)

How tf is a piece of candy glowing in the first place—

You’ve GOT to be kidding me tho

Oh it’s color again—

“I loved your mother, Lissa, very much.”

LISSA REVEAL

I KNEW WE WERE GONNA SEE HER

OOH SHE THICC—

SHE’S BEAUTIFUL OMG

“I suppose I should call it what it is, dark magic.”

Harrow said the same thing in s1 just kill me now—

“Who am I to refuse an invitation from the high mage of Katolis?”

Wait were Kpp’Ar’s bandages ever explained? Why are they so bloody?

SOREN’S LITTLE STUFFY ON VIREN’S DESK AAAHHH

Omg he’s so emotional 😭

“Yes. Yes I see now.”

IS KOSMO REWINDING TIME—

Oooooooh wait no the monotone is him seeing the futureeeeeee

That’s so cool you go kosmo

“Prince Harrow. May I join you?”

AAAAAHHHHH harrow’s little scoot is adorable LMAOOO

Aww he’s so considerate towards  sarai and callum gahhh—

I need them back now how dare they die on me 😭

“Beware, if you ever use dark magic again, the darkness and corruption will overwhelm you.”

I guarantee you he’s gonna use dark magic again watch

Mark my words

“Without magic, how will you stop me?”

I wanna know more about kpp’ar and why he quit dark magic

I bet it has something to do with his bandages

OH SHIT VIREN THROTTLED HIM

“[Kpp’Ar] invested years of his life helping me become… what i became.”

Ooh so viren got his true appearance from the coin spell i thought he was gonna get it from the spell he uses to save soren

“I only see… darkness.”

Omg he’s gonna get to space

GAHH HE’S FALLINGGG—

“Something so simple and… and easy, her tears.”

Omg you can see viren just scribbling the words down as fast as he can just reliving the moment it’s so sad

I feel so bad for him

“I pushed her against the wall and I held the back of her hair to keep her still.”

OH MY GOSH VIREN WHAT—

STOPPPPP I’M GONNA CRY

What is this serious DRAMA omg—

Where the fuck is claudia in all this that’s what i wanna know

Like soren would be sick in bed but considering lissa was full on sobbing you’d think claudia would hear it and go see what’s going on

NO THE WAY CALLUM SMILED AND REACHED OUT TO THE SKY AS HE WAS FALLING

YAY HE’S FLYING

I S T H A T R A Y L A OMG

SLAYYYYY

Ok wait can y’all get away from the edge i can’t trust y’all not to fall and die not at this point

“But the cost was… devastating.”

VIREN STOP CRYING OMG

GREAT NOW I’M CRYING UGH

NOOOO CLAUDIA RUNNING AFTER LISSA

LISSA’S STILL CRYING TOO

The way soren’s looking at viren in confusion MY HEART 😭

“And i punished you with a lifetime of cold cruelty.”

I’M SO DONE

I’M DONE

THIS F U C K I N G SHOW

SOORREEENNNNNNN MY BABY I CAN’T TAKE IT

THE WAY YOU CAN TELL VIREN’S CRYING IN HIS NARRATIONS GAWD—

“No, I… No. The guard was… mistaken.”

NO

GIVE IT TO HIM ISTFG

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO PUT ME THROUGH ALL THAT AND NOT GIVE IT TO HIM

SOREN SEES IT TOO JUST G I V E I T —

N O O O O O O O O O O 

WHY’D YOU DO THAT

WHAT THE FUCKKKKK—

Okay so i let it simmer overnight and i have a FUCKING LOT to say about this. First of all, how D A R E they make me invested in viren’s letter to soren (INCLUDING A LISSA REVEAL DAMN THAT WOMAN IS BEAUTIFUL—) only for viren to BURN IT UP?!?!!?? Lemme tell you, if i read that letter and saw the teardrop stains and shit on it i would’ve immediately forgiven him idfc free him he did all of it but i don’t care that’s my toxic trait. And for soren to S E E the letter and viren S T I L L chickens out—

*incoherent screaming*

Anyways as you can tell i loved this episode and it’s prolly one of my favorites so far. And YES i saw rayllum kiss F I N A L L Y so yeah here you go

[alyssaforevermore]

Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season two, part three

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

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You stood there, your heart pounding in your chest as the woman’s words echoed in your head; Carl’s been shot. A million questions began to flood your mind, but you couldn’t bring yourself to voice them. It felt almost as if the air had been sucked out of your lungs.

“He's still alive but you've gotta come now.” The woman continued, but Lori didn’t budge. “Rick needs you, just come!”

Lori looked back at you for a moment and without thinking, you nodded for her to go. She turned back to the woman, nodding as she climbed on the back of her horse.

“Woah!” Daryl called out. “We don’t know this girl. You can’t go with her.”

“Rick said you had others on the highway, that big traffic snarl?” The woman asked, ignoring Daryl.

Glenn nodded. “Y-Yeah.”

“Backtrack to Fairburn road. Two miles down is our farm.” The woman clutched the reins of the horse tight in her hands. “You'll see the mailbox- Name's Greene.”

With that, the woman sped off the way she’d come. You watched as her and Lori slowly disappeared through the trees and bushes. If there had been room for another on that horse, you would’ve gone with them. It had been seconds and not knowing what was going on was already killing you.

The walker that had attacked Andrea began to groan, slowly sitting up. The woman hadn’t killed it.

Daryl shook his head, shooting the walker in the head with his bow. “Shut up.”

You took a deep breath, running your hands through your hair. “Let’s keep going, it’s going to start getting dark any minute now.”

…

“Shot?” Dale asked. “What do you mean shot?”

Your group had finally made it back to the highway, reconnecting with Dale and T-Dog. Glenn was filling Dale in on what happened.

“I don’t know, Dale. I wasn’t there. All I know is this chick rode out of nowhere like Zorro on a horse and took Lori.” Glenn shook his head.

“You let her?”

“The hell was I supposed to do?” Daryl scoffed. “Rick sent her. She knew Lori and Carl’s names.”

You nodded, shifting your feet. “She told us where to find them. They have a farm not too far from here.”

“We should head there then.” Dale spoke.

“Absolutely not. We can't just leave!” Carol argued. “I won’t do it.”

“Carol, the group is split.” Dale explained. “We’re scattered and weak.”

“What if she comes back and we’re not here?”

Andrea nodded. “If Sophia found her way back and we were gone, that would be awful.”

Daryl’s eyes fell on you, your silence catching his attention. At this point, you were too tired to argue and you couldn’t see a situation where anyone won. You didn’t want to pull people away from looking for Sophia, but all you really wanted was to be with your family.

After a few moments, Daryl let out a harsh sigh. “I say tomorrow morning is soon enough to pull up stakes. Gives us a chance to rig a big sign and leave her some supplies. I’ll hold here tonight, stay with the RV.”

“If the RV is staying, I am too.” Dale spoke.

Carol smiled, her eyes swelling with tears. “Thank you. Thank you both.”

“I’m in.” Andrea spoke up.

You looked at Carol, your eyes softening. “I’m sorry, Carol. I want to help you find her, but I need to go find the farm. I need to make sure my family is okay.”

Carol nodded. “I understand.”

“I’ll stay here with the rest of you.” Glenn spoke up.

Dale shook his head. “You should go with Y/N. Take Carol’s Cherokee.”

“Why do I have to go too?” 

“Two of you is safer than one. You need to reconnect with our people and see what’s going on but most importantly, you need to get T-Dog there. His cut has gone from bad to worse.”

“What exactly does worse mean?” You asked.

“He has a very serious blood infection. Get him to the farm and see if they have any antibiotics.” Dale spoke. “If not, T-Dog will die, no joke.”

Daryl raised an eyebrow, turning to his motorcycle that was just a few steps away. “Why’d you wait until now to say anything?”

“What, do you have a secret pharmacy that we don’t know about?” You asked.

“Basically. I’ve got my brother’s stash.” Daryl began to rummage through the motorcycle, pulling out a bag. “Crystal, X— don’t need that. Got some kick ass painkillers.” Next, Daryl pulled out a prescription bottle. “Doxycycline. Not the generic stuff neither. Its first class. Merle got the clap on occasion.”

Daryl tossed the bottle to Dale, who eyed it with excitement before rushing off to give some to T-Dog.

“Mind if I take that with us?” You asked.

Daryl shook his head. “It’s not like Merle needs it anymore.”

You frowned, thinking about all the loss your group had faced in just a few short days. So many people you’d come to know, even if you didn’t like them all. Most of all, family. Merle, Amy, Sophia and now Carl had been shot. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

T-Dog exited the RV with Dale’s help, who led him towards Carol’s Cherokee. Carol handed Glenn the keys, and he climbed in the driver’s seat.

“You remember what direction the farm is in? For tomorrow.” You asked.

Daryl nodded. “You still got your gun?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Be safe.”

You nodded, a partial smile creeping across your lips. “You too.”

…

“So, do we ring the doorbell?” Glenn asked as you slowly approached the farmhouse on foot. “I mean, it looks like people live here.”

“We’re past this kind of stuff, aren’t we?” T-Dog asked. “Having to be considerate.”

You shrugged in response when you heard a familiar voice.

“Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?” Sitting on the porch in the dark was the woman you’d met earlier. 

“Uh, Hi.” Glenn choked. “Yeah, we closed it. Did the latch and everything.”

The woman nodded, leaning forward in her seat. “I never introduced myself. I’m Maggie.”

“Nice to see you again.” Glenn smiled. “We came to help. Is there anything we can do?”

Maggie’s eyes drifted to T-Dog’s arm, her smiling quickly fading.

“It’s not a bite. I cut myself pretty bad though.” T-Dog spoke.

“We’ll get it looked at and I’ll tell them you’re here.” Maggie responded, standing up.

“We have some painkillers and antibiotics. I already gave him some.” Glenn spoke. “In case Carl needs some.”

“How is Carl?” You asked. “Is he-”

“He’s alive.” Maggie assured you. “It's touch and go, but he’s hanging in.”

You smiled, nodding to yourself.

“Come on inside, I’ll get you guys something to eat.”

Maggie led you into the house and it didn’t take long for you to spot Rick and Lori. Maggie headed into the kitchen while you approached your brother.

“I’m so sorry.” You blurted out.

Rick shook his head, pulling you into a hug. “It’s okay. It's going to be okay.”

“We’re here, okay?” Glenn spoke.

T-Dog nodded. “Whatever you need.”

“Thank you.” Lori tried her best to muster a smile.

You pulled away from your brother and immediately pulled Lori into a hug. It took a few seconds for it to register for her, but Lori hugged you back just as tight.

Glenn and T-Dog headed to the kitchen while Rick and Lori led you into another room. Carl laid on the bed, motionless. The sight of blood on the sheets caught you off guard. You never could’ve imagined seeing Carl in such a position.

“If they don’t get back soon, we’re gonna have a decision to make.” An older man spoke.

“Who?”

“Shane and their man, Otis.” Lori explained. “They left to get a respirator.”

“What decision would that be?” Rick asked.

The man hesitated for a second. “Whether to operate on your boy without it.”

“You said that wouldn’t work.”

“I know.” The man nodded. “It’s extremely unlikely, but we can’t wait much longer.”

“Where did they go?” You asked. “I can go there, help them if they’re trapped.”

“We don’t need more people getting separated.” Rick responded. “Shane will be back, I know he will.”

You sat down next to Carl, grabbing his hand in yours as a tear fell down your cheek. His life was in Shane’s hands, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that after everything.

…

You’d just finished your sandwich when panicked screams began coming from the other room. You jumped from your seat, racing in to find Carl having a seizure.

“What’s happening?” Lori asked.

“It’s a seizure.” You responded as Rick reached out to hold him. “Stop! If you hold him down, you could hurt him.”

“We can’t stop it?”

The older man, who you had learned is named Hershel, shook his head. “He has to just go through it. His brain isn’t getting enough blood. His pressure is bottoming out. He needs another transfusion.”

Rick nodded. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“If I take any more out of you your body could shut down. You could go into a coma or cardiac arrest.” 

“What about me?” You asked. “We have the same blood type. I’ll do it.”

Hershel looked at Rick, who quickly nodded. You held out your arm and Hershel started the process. In no time, you were watching as blood flowed out of your arm and into the tube connecting to Carl.

“Thank you.” Rick spoke, smiling slightly.

You smiled back at him, nodding. “It’s what we do.”

“Y/N was a nurse, before the world fell.” Rick looked at Hershel.

“Do you think you can assist when the time comes?” Hershel asked. “It’ll be good to have someone else here who knows a thing or two.”

“Of course,” You responded. “Anything I can do to help.”

“I’ll get you some orange juice, keep your sugar up.” Hershel smiled, exiting the room.

“How much longer do you think we can wait for Shane?” Lori asked, her voice in a whisper.

You shook your head. “I don’t know, maybe another hour?” 

Lori placed her head in her hands. “This can’t be happening again.”

Rick looked at his wife, then at you. You could still remember sitting in the waiting room with Lori, waiting to hear news about Rick. You couldn’t believe that was just over a month ago.

The room remained silent, allowing you to get a few moments of sleep at a time. You kept waking up each time you heard any movement.

Hershel entered the room again, looking over Carl. “He’s still losing blood faster than we can replace it. With the swelling in the abdomen we can’t wait any longer or he’s just going to slip away. I need to know right now if you want me to do this, because I think your boy is out of time. You need to make a choice.”

“A choice?” Lori asked.

“A choice.” Rick responded, his eyes fixed on his wife. “You have to tell me what it is. You have to.”

Lori thought for a moment. “We do it.”

Hershel sprung into action, giving orders to anyone in the room. Carl was lifted onto a table and you stuck close by, still giving him your blood. Patricia, one of the farm hands and Otis’ wife, held Carl’s IV bag.

“You two might want to leave the room.” Hershel spoke, looking between Rick and Lori.

As the words left his mouth, the sound of a car approaching filled the room. You could see the headlights shining through the windows, bouncing off the wall behind you.

“Oh God.” Rick gasped.

Hershel looked at you and Patricia. “You two stay with him, I’ll be right back.”

Shane had arrived just in time, allowing Hershel to perform the surgery with the respirator. By the time the surgery was over, Carl’s condition had stabilized. You’d learned that Otis had died out there, Rick and Hershel breaking the news to Patricia after the surgery was over.

Carl no longer needed a transfusion, so you found yourself outside on the porch just staring up at the stars. You’d never felt so exhausted in your life, both mentally and physically. 

In that moment everything you’d been through in the last month finally began to sink in. Once the tears began to fall, they wouldn’t stop. You could barely catch your breath, clutching your chest with your hand. Sitting there in the dark, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the wrong choice leaving the CDC that day.

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AN: Here we are with the next chapter! I hope you enjoyed this more family centric chapter and the bits of Reader x Daryl. If you did, please remember to like and reblog! Thank you <3

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura BluRay S1 Vol 4 SS

Series: My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! Title / Character: Sophia Source: Anime BluRay S1 Vol 4 Synopsis: Sophia is not afraid of malicious gossip anymore, she sometimes has nostalgic dreams she can't remember, and she works hard so Nicol can marry Katarina one day. Translation: maboroshi-no

I, Sophia Ascart, attended today a tea party that I could hardly refuse since it was held by a family acquaintance.

Unlike long ago when I was confining myself indoors, I had become able to go outside and now, my "different appearance'" was so well-known that people didn't react to it anymore.

Even so, it wasn't like no one reacted anymore. There were still people badmouthing me.

And today, unfortunately, I happened to meet such people for the first time in a while.

Person A: She's just like a demon.

Person B: So eerie.

Person C: We'll get cursed.

They didn't speak to me, but their words uttered so I could hear them pricked my heart. 

If I had been my younger self, I might have run away and confined myself in a room. But,

Katarina: Your silky white hair and your sparkling ruby eyes are so beautiful.

Ever since Lady Katarina told me these words when I was nine, I had stopped hanging my head down.

Because I had someone who told me that I was beautiful, that they loved me, I raised my face and faced forward.

That's why today too, I faced forward instead of hanging my head down, and threw out my chest to show them it didn't bother me.

Thanks to Lady Katarina, I became able to do this.

After holding this stance, they grew tired of my lack of reaction and the malicious gossip became smaller.

Still, continuously facing malicious words and eyes after such a long time was hard.

When the tea party ended and I returned to the manor, maybe because I had relaxed my tensed-up mind, I was suddenly hit with fatigue.

My body felt heavy, and while thinking that it wouldn't be good manners, I immediately returned to my room and slipped into bed.

When I lay on the comfortable sheets, while thinking of almost nothing, I fell into a dream.

In a big all-white building, people of about the same age and dressed in the same uniform came and went. 

But next to me, there was no one.

I was jealously watching these people happily walking side by side.

I was holding in my hand several of my favorite heart-throbbing books, but somehow, they didn't fill me.

I was lonely, I was sad, and when I hung my head down, tears almost fell. At that moment…

Monkey Girl: Hey, let's go home together.

When I raised my face to the cheerful voice, a girl was extending her hand to me.

While bewildered, the "me" in the dream took her hand.

Acchan: *****

When I called the girl's name, she happily smiled.

When I smiled in response, my chest felt incredibly warm.

When I opened my eyes, there was the ceiling of my familiar room.

I seemed to have slept quite soundly. The morning sun was already shining in through the window.

Yesterday, with something unpleasant happening for the first time in a while, I thought I might have an unpleasant dream, but it appeared to have been an unfounded worry.

Rather, I felt like I had a pleasant nostalgic dream.

Since long ago, I would sometimes have nostalgic dreams like this one, but once I woke up, I would have completely forgotten the content.

Still, I would remember the emotions I had felt during it. There would be "sadness", "loneliness" and some others, but today, it was "joy".

The inside of my chest somehow felt pleasantly warm and I also felt refreshed after waking up.

Maybe because I had plenty of sleep, my tiredness was completely gone.

My unpleasant mood from yesterday had also completely disappeared.

Then, since I had made plans to visit Lady Katarina's home today, I got out of bed, quickly called a maid, and had her help me get ready.

And since I had also promised to bring my recommended books, I packed up several books preselected from the bookshelves.

Hmm~~ For love romances, this many should be fine, right?

The knight in this story was so charming.

And the prince in this story was so romantic and good-looking.

The duke in this one was a gentle person who understood girls' hearts so well. Uuh… They were all so good, it was hard to choose among them.

To be honest, while I had finally overcome my fear of people, I was still far from considering love in reality. Even so, after reading books, there were many things I was yearning for.

I would fantasize about my prince charming appearing one day and extending his hand to me, and I would grin after picturing taking his hand and dancing with him.

After all, there were plenty of charming men in books.

But my top ideal was still Big Brother.

Big Brother was strong, kind, composed, and good-looking. He was more charming than any prince of a story.

And it was because he was so charming that I wished so much that he would marry the one he truly loved and be happy… but there were just too many rivals.

I realized long ago that Big Brother had kept having feelings for my beloved Lady Katarina since childhood. 

But because Big Brother was overthinking things and fretting about them, he seemed to be planning on giving up and erasing his feelings, just because Lady Katarina was Prince Geordo's fiancée.

She might be his fiancée but it was a political engagement and absolutely not one where Lady Katarina especially loved Prince Geordo, so I didn't think there would be any problem even if we broke it off. 

After all, there were people like Lady Katarina's mother and Lord Keith working hard to break it off.

Luckily, Big Brother still hadn't decided on a fiancée, so he had a chance if Lady Katarina broke her engagement to Prince Geordo.

This was why I was doing my best every day to appeal Big Brother's good points in his place since he had given up.

Today too, I intended to have Big Brother accompany me and convey his good points to Lady Katarina, even if only a little.

Because Big Brother wasn't in the same grade as us in the first place, so he had less contact with Lady Katarina compared to the other rivals.

Though, if it came down to it, Big Brother could use his devilish charm to make Lady Katarina fall madly in love with him.

In a little extreme romance novel I had read lately, it was written that such techniques also existed. I would teach them to Big Brother eventually. 

While thinking about this, I prepared a selection of books and took Big Brother along. Now, off to Claes Manor.

Surely, Lady Katarina would welcome us with that lovely smile today too.

Just by imagining it, I could walk looking firmly ahead, without hanging my head down.

And I wished for Lady Katarina to become my sister-in-law one day.

Alright~ For this to happen, today too I would push, push, and push Big Brother to her!

[celestedoesarttm]

WOW! MUCH TMA ART!! All of this is edited stuff from my current sketchbook that I’m posting specifically for @missholloween (that’s why there’s so much jon. It’s totally not that he’s all i draw haha)

My beautiful daughter Agnes Montague <3 i drew this today in class instead of paying attention, i think i like the freckles on her

Jon/Martin I drew yesterday!! Love love love Jon’s sappy smile and I love love love how Martin’s face came out!! I also gave martin a little nose piercing and i might keep it??? I’m still experimenting with all their designs. Ah, the perks of them being podcast characters :3

Ep. 121-specific art i made a while back. I saw the Pinterest pose and associated crows with death/the end and then i blacked out and woke up to this

Jon i drew a while back based on a Pinterest pose/outfit (i think it was a character from It??? Idk tho)(it’d be funny if it was because Jon’s had enough evil clowns for a lifetime)

MKB <3 loveloveLOVE drawing him in lonely outfits/with fog it’s just got SO MUCH aesthetic appeal

Everyone who says “moth wings Jon” is so correct

S1 Jon i drew a while back, he’s talking about either Martin or Elias

S4-ish Jon . I’ve become a big fan of the ‘line of eyes’ thing that you can see in this drawing

MICHAEL!! I only edited the saturation on this one, honestly i didn’t even have to, the colors are just so vibrant (as they should be :3)

S4/5-ish Jon. Everyone who says ‘the premature grey in Jon’s hair is actually spiderwebs, it’s his Web mark’ is so correct

braided hair Jon :3 i love how you can see that i only ever draw S4 Jon and that’s just because I love his long curly/wavy hair and all his scars

This was good fun I should post more sketchbook stuff……….that could be fun

[moonlight-rider25]

Evil Temptress

Inspired by S1 e15 Wentworth Prison Wordcount: 2652 Warnings: Adult content, swears, rough sex... This is just Jamie Fraser Smut and that’s about it!

(Jamie is next to hang, next to Taren MacQuarrie…)

You roll beneath your blankets, feeling Jamie shift and twitch around beside you.  You reach over and carefully shake him. “Jamie.” You ask him, trying to pry him from his sleep. “Jamie?!” He shifts beside you, thrashing as the blankets roll beneath him. “Jamie!” You say sitting up in bed shaking him gently.

He jolts awake from his slumber and rolls to face you.  His chest heaving heavily as he finally comes to, you wrap your hand around his damp forehead.   “Jamie, baby.” You try to reassure him; wiping the sweat from his forehead. “What is it?  Another bad dream?”

He huffs and settles, staring back into your familiar safe gentle eyes. The corners of his mouth slowly turn up into a curl of a smirk before he lays back heavily against his damp pillow; “Aye, Sassenach” He says with a heavy sigh. “A bad dream indeed!”

You smile down towards his sweet damp face still patting at him, reassuring he is safe and sound with you. “I told you this would happen when you partake in too much ale.” you tell him wiping the wetness from his forehead as you speak.

He lays still in bed as you cater to him, and you allow a moment of silence to pass before pushing further about the matter.

“What was the dream of this time?” You ask, grasping his hand softly in your own.

He smiles for a brief moment looking towards you. You feel the light touch of his big calloused thumb rubbing back against your soft hand as you do and bite back a smile against his chest. You feel him breath in deeply and bite back your words as you do.

“Ye recall the fellow… Mr. MacQuarrie?...:” His voice trails off against your head, his hands now clasped firmly around your shoulders and his words lingering in your hair. “Of course..” You reply faintly. “...I was to hang with him…” He says with a harsh swallow in his throat. You stir gently and grasp his hand tighter as he squirms against you. “I was up there, in handcuffs with him, to be hanged beside him.”  A heavy exhale escapes his lips as he speaks. “It all felt so real Sassanach….I could feel the weight of the cuffs on my hands, …and the cold air against my face…”  

You squirm against him gently repositioning yourself against him. “Well you’re not.” You tell him reassuringly.  “You’re here, James Fraser, with me…all alone…in this big warm bed..” You feel him stiffen against your warm thigh as you settle back against him. You trace your soft hand up song side his chiseled jaw and allow your finger to linger for a moment at his pursed pink lips.   He takes a sharp inhale, and holds it before peering down submissively into your eyes tearing daggers through him.

You roll slightly towards him and reach your hand up and gently stroke the slight indent on his temple with your thumb. Your other hand tracing the deep impressions of his chiseled chest warm and damp.  He grips your hand and brings it to his lips, you let out a little giggle as you feel him stir beneath the covers. Your hand trails down to his shoulder and you twist yourself over on top of him. Your soft thighs straddle him as you climb on top of him and his eyes shoot you looks of pleasure and suspicion.

“Aye, Sassenach ..” He breathes quietly against you.  “...Safe with a she-devil like yourself… not likely!” He says with a smirk.

You reach down between your thighs and pull his ready member from his trousers, slowly you begin to stroke it up and down in long gentle motions. You watch as Jamie lays back against the pillows and his chest begins to heave at your touch. "You are here James Fraser!" You tell him in a stern voice.  “In the control of the most tempting, desirable and powerful witch..”

He groans happily between clenched teeth under you. "Do you feel that?" You ask him, stroking his rock hard member in your soft little hands.

You pump him up and down watching his breath quicken and his stomach constrict beneath you. His eyes flick shut, unable to answer with the pleasure running through him as he lets out a long low moan. You feel your own heat begin to burn between your legs and inch your wet center closer up against his pulsing cock.  You rock and buck gently against him, still pumping up and down rhymically.

"Feel me James Fraser!?" You ask him louder this time.

You keep stroking up and down quickly watching his high rise in him.  You dig your hand into the soft damp skin on his chest and position yourself better against him, grinding and bucking against him. He lays restless beneath you panting. "Yes.. you rotten fifthly woman!" He groans with a smirk.

You watch as he tries desperately to hold himself back from erupting in the moment. "What does it feel like?" You ask him, trying to push him over his edge. You twist slightly and continue to work his member harder and faster now. He moans loudly before quickly throwing you off him and on to the bed where he was just moments ago. Your breath catches in your throat when his lips meet yours hard and eager. His tongue darts out in your mouth and you accept it eagerly; entwining yours with his as you moan against him and thrust up towards him. Reaching down for his pulsing cock beneath his perfectly sculpted body arched just over you. “Tell me!” you ask in a silky whisper. “What it feels like!”

He hesitates trying to compose himself while you search his eyes for the answer. “It feels like..” He reaches a hand down between the two of you, and you try desperately to lock your thighs closed.  His fingers trapped tightly between your clamped thighs, he smiles and looks up towards your eyes filled with their own dowsing of lust. “...Aye, it feels like the devilish she-witch has a weakness of her own..!” He says in a husky low voice.

You reach down to grasp him and he rolls his hips out of reach.  His hand tangles behind your head, gripping a fist full of hair and he leans against you hard, his tongue scours your mouth, tasting your weakness while his hand digs hard between your thighs.  His huge warm blunt fingertips, inch closer and closer to your aching core. “Jamie!”  You gasp against him.

You feel his smile draw up on his mouth for a moment. His hand pulls your head back from his as you arch up against him, exposing your soft neck to his mouth. He pauses for a moment, his hand resting gently against your wet core. He stares down at you with lust dancing in his eyes; both of you heaving breathlessly, entangled in one another.

You reach your hands up and begin to untie the front of your slip, slowly.  He watches your hands as you pull it apart and expose your bare chest to him.  He tightens his grip in your hair and you moan while he gently pulls your head further into the pillow, exposing more of your soft bare skin to his wanting eyes. You lay still beneath him panting while your core aches, anticipating his next move. His mouth gently captures your neck, sucking softly at the sensitive skin. You groan against his hand and grip yours deep into the sheets; trying to hold out is no longer working in your favor.

You shift slightly beneath him, relaxing your legs and feel his hand graze your wet entrance. You let out a loud moan and thrash as his touch sends shivers up your spine.  He chuckles low against you while peppering kisses along your soft neck and chest, making his way down towards your perky budded nipples. He laps his tongue around them before gently pulling them into his mouth, you moan louder feeling your core burn hotter at his touch. You squirm beneath him, your hands gripping tightly at his long wavy red locks. You feel him hum against you as he gently slips his fingers into your gushing core.   “Fuck Jamie!” You try to bite back your moan and reach desperately for his hard cock pressed against your thigh.

He breaks his latch with your sensitive breast and looks at you, panting and waiting for a moment, his fingers darting in and out of your core as he does. “Have me Jamie,” you moan at him trying to control your squirming. “Tell me what it feels like to be inside of me..”

He swallows hard, his breath pauses for a moment before he casts a devilish smile down at you. “You'd like, that wouldn't ye?” He grunts in his thick Scottish accent. “Ye devilish little witch… I’ve got ye right where I want ye!”

You groan happily as the smile creeps across your face.  He releases his hand from your hair gently, while laying a hungry firm kiss on your mouth as he does. “I’ll give ye what you want, ye sexy temptress…” He sits up, leaning over you, and tears open the front of your nightgown. You let out a low giggle and prop your feet up on the bed, giving him a full view of your slick glimmering entrance.

He sits back pulling his night shirt off him in one swift movement. His chest huffs up and down as he wipes the dampness from his face as he watches your exposed body squirm for him. He crawls towards you, his mouth leaving little teeth impressions from your waist up to your chin. His hard cock pressing gently against your eager awaiting core, his face meets yours and he whispers against your heated neck; “I’ll give ye what you want… but I’ll be taking what I want as well..” He presses the tip of his cock firmly against your slick folds and pushes deep into you, staying there a moment and watching your expression.

You let out a long, held in moan and your eyes lock shut as you finally feel him deep within you. He holds his huge muscular chest above you with one hand, his strong arm muscles slick with sweat; flexing as he pumps himself in and out of you. His other hand comes up and grasps your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he does.

“Ye like that, dontcha’ ye little harlot!” He says as he rams hard into you. His thumb creeps its way into your mouth prying your clenched jaw apart and you suck at his finger. “Is this what you wanted, ye wee devil woman?” He rams inside you with long slow strides. Your core begins to wind and twist with each thrust and your panting turns to labored groans.

“Yes Jamie!” you cry out feeling your walls constrict and about to overflow. You gush against his huge hard cock and twitch beneath him.  He doesn't stop, he picks up his pace, both hands under him as he rocks back and forth against you.  Your body begins to tighten and spiral again. “Take it, ye little witch!” he says, thrusting hard against you.

You groan against him, unable to control the quivering of your body coming undone again so soon.  You grasp desperately at him, but he only thrusts in harder against you.

You moan and buck against him as your climax reaches its peak once again. “Fuck, Jamie!” You scream out. Your words only encourage his movements and he rams one final time as you spill against him. “Yes, ye little Sassenach witch! Cum for me!”

He takes your chin in his hand and brings his lips to yours. You moan against him, still tingling all over. “I know that's not all ye got in ya, Sassenach .”

He pulls himself from your wet aching folds, his hard cock springs up. You groan helplessly against him as he flips you over onto your stomach. You lay there in a ragged heap, Jamie presses himself against your back leaving wet kisses on your shoulder.  He reaches down between your thighs and ass, spreading your legs apart.  He pets carefully at the slick wet mount between your legs, you groan into the pillows. He pulls your head from them while still planting wet kisses on your skin. “Don’t hide those sweet little noises.” He says against your hot skin in a deep whisper.

Your body tingles from all the sensations rushing and being shot through you.  You feel him line himself up with your swollen wet core once again and cry out in pleasure when you feel his hot tip pressed against you again. “...So wet..and tight.. Sassenach..” You let out a moan as he pulls your hips up to him and you curl your legs underneath yourself, making it easier for him to access. “Give me that ass, Sassenach!” You obey and thrust against him, you head down and back arched up towards him.  He thrusts slowly and carefully at first, still making you spill moans as he does.

His hand roughly smacks your asscheek, and grips a handful tightly. “This firm round ass of yours…” he says “...I want to take a bite of it..” You feel his wet teeth sink gently against your asscheek and cry out against the bed.  His hand gently grips a handful of your hair again pulling your head up from the pillows and you arch your back more as he does. “I told ye…I want to hear those, ye little temptress.” You moan out for him “..Fuck me Jamie!” Your voice ragged and squeaky, “Fuck me like the evil little witch I am!”

He begins thrusting hard and fast against you. Your breathing catches up with his as you allow your moans to escape out in the air; he grunts against you as you do.  You feel your stomach tighten for a third time as he thrusts and grinds against your soaking swollen entrance. “I knew you had one more in you..” he moans through clenched teeth.

You feel him pick up his pace and ram sporadically against you.  Your ass jiggling against his thrusts, your moans spill out as you feel yourself stiffen against him.   “Christ , Sassenach!” He moans, “You evil, little witch! Take me!”

He thrusts hard against you, groaning with his own pleasures. You feel your climax building heavier in your stomach and your muscles constricting around him. “I’m gonna…”  He only pounds harder against you, till you feel yourself coming undone yet again, his words taking you right to the edge. “Líon leat teh neamh, leat beag, cailleach!” He cries out with one final thrust.

You pant and buck against him as your climax spills from within your walls. He keeps himself buried deep within you as you both bathe in ecstasy. You roll to your side and he drops next to you, both of you still catching your breath.  You smile shyly at him “...Your dirty little temptress, huh?...” you say with a coy smile. “...I don’t mind being that..” “Aye, I could tell, Sassenach” He replies between breaths.

You scoot closer towards him and wrap his huge arm around you and rest your head against his fast beating chest. He grabs your hand in his and softly strokes your wrist with his big calloused thumb. Your breath comes back to normal as you intertwine your leg with his.  He chuckles and presses a soft kiss on your head.

Your eyes flutter open and shut on the verge of sleep, before you recall something.. “What was it you said?” You ask in a giggle Jamie chuckles for a moment before answering you… “Fill ye to heaven, ye little, witch!”