#i gave up quickly on drawing lace after

[fabdante]

a collection of kat outfits that didn't take me multiple years to finish, assembled from clothes i have in sims, images i have collected on pinterest, and improvising i did so i could be lazy

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[mrsbarnesblog]

I always get what I want

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summary: when you're not in the mood to go out of the house, you find a way to change Rafe's mind

words count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, established relationship, unprotected p in v, one use of a word 'slut', spanking, hair pulling, slightly mean Rafe

a/n: for anyone wondering how the said dress looks like

“I’m not in the mood to go out today, Ray. Why can’t we just stay home, hm?” You yawned, stretching your body on the king-sized bed and then turning around to look at your boyfriend. 

“It’s just a dinner and everyone is going to be there. I already promised that we’re attending, baby.” He crossed his arms over his chest, immediately drawing your attention to his tanned biceps and the way his fitted shirt stretched around them. “C’mon, get up.”

“But you didn’t even ask me about—No-o-o!” You whined when Rafe’s hands wrapped around your legs, dragging you out of bed. As he playfully patted your ass and manhandled you into standing, you gave him a furious glare. “Fine, asshole. I will get dressed.” You pushed past your boyfriend, already knowing one trick that will send him over the edge and that will guarantee you a quiet and peaceful evening. 

“Mhm, find something cute, but don’t take too long, ‘kay?” You rolled your eyes, going into the wardrobe attached to your bedroom.

You had never dressed quicker, and when after a few minutes Rafe heard you going back into the room with your heels clicking on the wooden floor, he was ready to joke about it, until he looked up from his phone and saw what exactly you were wearing. 

It was probably the shortest black lace dress in existence, which barely even covered your ass cheeks and had a slid from both sides of your legs as if there were something more to show. Rafe’s eyes slowly went up, only a few seconds later noticing that besides the “dress” itself, you wore only thongs, which meant that your tits were basically on full display.  

You bought it just for fun, for a few dollars during one of your shopping sprees, hoping to surprise Rafe with it, but it turned out even better than you imagined. He was speechless, to say the least. 

“You are not fucking wearing it.” He jumped up from the bed, looking down at you with wide eyes. You tried to hold back a smile. Rafe was so predictable and you loved every second of it. 

“Why not? It’s cute and goes perfectly with my heels. Give me like fifteen minutes to do my makeup and we can go.” You turned around but Rafe quickly caught you by the wrist and pulled you back to face him.

"You know I like your short skirts and sexy dresses, but I will not let you go out looking like that. Your whole ass is out and I can literally see your tits.” Rafe looked you up and down again; his eyes were full of hunger mixed with his usual grumpiness whenever you didn’t listen to him. 

“Stop saying what I can and cannot wear, Rafey. I always get what I want. And I hate when you think that you can boss me around. I am wearing it, whether you like it or not. You asked me to go somewhere at the last minute, and this is the only outfit I have not worn yet, so don’t complain." Giving his cheek a soft pat, you headed to your vanity, but was again dragged back, but this time it was different.

Your back hit Rafe’s chest. One of his arms found its place on your stomach and the other one took a gentle yet firm hold of your throat. Your breath hitched when you felt a growing bulge pressing against your ass, and Rafe began pushing you toward the bed. 

“Always have to be so fucking stubborn.” He mumbled as he bent you over, shamelessly pushing your face into the soft blanket, making you stay in a not-so-comfortable position with your ass up and still in your heels. 

“My heels. Take it off.” You whined, not even trying to fight your boyfriend back. 

“If you decided to play on my nerves today, then you’ll be good just like that, babe.” Rafe suddenly slapped your ass, making you hiss and twitch forward. Because of your position, the hem of your dress slipped even higher, leaving nothing for the imagination. 

Rafe licked his lips, soothing the irritated skin of your ass and enjoying the beautiful view in front of him. With the dinner long forgotten, he was completely focused on you and painfully hard in his jeans. While his left hand still stayed on your lower back to keep you in place, he pushed your legs wider away from each other and took off a skimpy piece of fabric that you called underwear. 

You moaned as the chill air of the room touched your bare skin, subconsciously moving your hips back to feel Rafe’s touch. He chuckled as he quickly undid his pants and shoved them down his thighs, revealing his already hard cock. 

“Why can’t you just listen to me, hm? You are insane to even try to go out in that pathetic excuse of a dress." Rafe mumbled, more as if he were talking to himself, too focused on looking at the way his tip was sliding up and down your pussy, already glistering with your juices. “Don’t get me wrong, you definitely can wear it around the house; I won’t mind. But just for my eyes only.” 

As much as you tried to concentrate on Rafe’s words, it was hard to do so when he slowly sank into you, making you whine and grip the fabric under your hands. He rarely did it without giving you a proper preparation with his fingers or mouth, but it was his way of showing you that he wasn’t happy with your behaviour. Rafe gave your ass another slap, before reaching his hand to gently grab your hair and yank your head back. 

“Pay attention to what I'm saying, baby.” You were stretched to the limit, still sensitive to the size of him every time you two had sex. Rafe set a steady pace, fucking you like he did whenever he was pissed off—fast, deep and rough. “You’re mine to look at. So, you better save that little thing for when I get home from work, do you understand?"  

Your eyes rolled back in your head as whimpers slipped past your lips with every push of Rafe’s cock in your tight cunt. He gripped the hair in his hand a little tighter, still waiting for an answer from you and you had no choice but to try to nod and mumble something incoherent. 

When two fingers of Rafe’s free hand suddenly pressed on your clit and started moving in a circular motion, your hips jerked forward, squeezing him inside of you even harder. If Rafe knew one thing for sure, it was how your body worked and all the little tricks that made you see stars. He held you firmly in place, feeding his cock to your hungry pussy and not caring about you trying to get away from the overstimulation. 

“Don’t fuckin’ move or I’ll edge you till you cry. Don’t want to do that again, do you?” Rafe mumbled, effortlessly sliding his cock deeper into you, noticing the way your ass was jiggling with every deep thrust. He felt your wetness spreading on his fingers and sliding down your thighs, probably making a mess on his clothes too. 

“That’s too much— Rafe, Rafe, Ra-afe!” You cried out loud as he pushed your head backwards more to have a look at your face. That famous smirk appeared at the sight of your fucked out face with tears in your eyes and swollen lips. 

“If you want to dress like a slut, you’re gonna be treated like one.” He spat, then finally released your hair, instead pushing your head into the bed. 

It felt like Rafe’s cock was now even deeper, and the pace that he was using was too hard to handle. You whined his name, fisting the blanket and crying in ecstasy at his magical work with your pussy. 

“That’s right.” His praise came with a hard slap on your ass. “Same my name when you cum on my dick.” 

“Rafe! Oh god, Rafe! D-don’t stop!” He didn’t stop abusing your hole even when you reached your orgasm. Neither when your body literally started shaking from overstimulation and you were begging to let you go. 

It didn’t take him long to get to an end, suddenly pulling out of you and spilling his hot cum all over your ass and lower back. “Fuck, yeah! Lookin’ so pretty covered in me.” Rafe chuckled, gripping your ass cheeks and shamelessly looking as his release was sliding down to your flattering pussy. “Sorry, sweetheart. I guess I stained your dress and panties too.” He made a fake pout, moving away from you to admire his work from afar. 

“Asshole.” You grumbled, fully falling on your bed and hissing at the pain in your legs. Your eyes were closed, enjoying the tingles that still went through your body when you felt Rafe wiping a mess from your skin and then kneeling on the floor to take off your shoes. 

You looked at him when you felt bed moving under his weight. Rafe drew you closer with a smirk, resting your head on his naked chest. You smirked at him, and he raised an eyebrow at the strange sparkle in your eyes. 

“Whatcha smiling for, hm?” His hand sneaked down your back, reaching the irritated skin that he slapped multiple times, and gently rubbed to soothe the redness. 

“I always do and get what I want, Ray.” You giggled, tracing lines on his abs. 

“Well, not today, apparently.”

"Oh, baby, you are so naive to believe I was planning to attend the dinner in the first place." You bit your lip, holding back a smile at the confused look on your boyfriend’s face. “All I had to do was make you think with your dick and now we’re staying at home. Just like I wanted to.”

He shook his head in disbelief, with a smirk and tongue poking his cheek. “You’re such a brat.” A squeak escaped from you when your body suddenly changed positions and was pushed back on the bed as Rafe hovered over you. “Get ready for round two since you wanted to be so goddamn smart.” 

[aynavaano]

Tell me you want me

Hunter x f!reader

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Wordcount: 3.5k

Summary:

You’re part of Clone Force 99 since a while and have an eye on your Sarge ever since you joined. When you are left alone with him skinny dipping in natural hot springs, things get steamy.

Notes:

Enjoy this little Hunterxf!reader smutlet while we all anxiously wait for the final episode to drop. Reader is part of the squad, she is their medic and has a nickname. All other Batchers make an appearance too. We have fingering and unprotected sex. All happening in the water.

As the sun begins its descent, casting long shadows across the landscape, you and the squad finally retreat back into the Marauder, weary from another grueling day of repairs after your crash landing a few rotations ago. Dropping your tools with a clatter in the corner, you sink down onto the floor, feeling the exhaustion seep into your bones. The day's work has left you covered in a film of sweat and grime, your skin sticky with oil and dust, again.

"If I have to endure one more shower with that recycled water, I swear..." you mutter under your breath, frustration lacing your words. Despite the pressing need to fill up your rations and change the water in the Marauders system or at least the filters, there was no way off this kriffing rock before you got the ship back up and running. The overly recycled water, depleted and stale, left you feeling far worse than without a shower since the last days.

Suddenly, Tech's voice cuts through the exhaustion, his tone matter-of-fact as he suggests an alternative. "There are geothermal hot springs just a couple of clicks south from here, they are perfectly safe to utilize for personal hygiene," he remarks, drawing everyone's attention.

Wrecker's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "So that's where you've been sneaking off to in the evenings," he says, earning a knowing nod from Tech.

"Why didn't you mention THAT before?" you inquire, taken aback by the revelation. Tech shrugs nonchalantly.

"Nobody asked me and you all seemed content with the ship's refresher,besides I didn’t sneak off I just went there, " he replies simply, earning an eye-roll from Crosshair and a sigh from Hunter.

"Well, looks like we're all going tonight," Hunter declares, scanning the room as everyone nods eagerly. However, Tech interjects with an apologetic tone.

"Except for Echo. I'm sorry, but the mineral composition of the water isn't compatible with your mechanical parts." Echo sighs resignedly.

"Well, Someone has to watch the ship anyway," he remarks, grabbing a ration bar before retreating to the cockpit.

Watching him leave, Hunter urges everyone else to gather their essentials as you prepare for the trip to the hot springs.

Following Tech's lead, you traverse through a dense thicket of trees and across a rugged terrain, the distant plumes of steam already signaling the promise of warm, rejuvenating waters.

When you finally arrive at the steaming natural pools, happiness surges through your veins, eager to immerse yourself in the warm, relaxing waters. You swiftly cast your bag aside and quickly shed your clothes, opting for a skinny dip - a necessity, given that swimwear isn’t something provided by the GAR. But the night is dark enough to conceal your naked body, the dense steam rising from the water further obscuring any view.

As the squad's medic, you've seen them in various states of undress during countless check-ups or emergencies, but you've managed to maintain your own privacy, determined not to stir up any trouble within the group. However, you can’t deny that you have a weak spot for your Sergeant ever since you joined them and enjoyed patching him up a bit too much.

The sound of water splashing nearby interrupts your thoughts, and you turn to see Wrecker paddling around eagerly. "Come on in Mini, it's amazing. We won't peek, I promise," he assures you with a boisterous grin. You chuckle at the affectionate nickname he gave you a while ago, and the others quickly adopted, not wrongly, given that you are barely more than half his size.

With a contented sigh, you lower yourself into the soothing embrace of the hot spring, feeling the tension melt away from your weary muscles. The clean, refreshing sensation of the water provides a stark contrast to the sticky residue left behind by the Marauder's recycled water and it feels incredibly good to finally get rid of it.

Occasionally, a gentle breeze disperses the swirling steam, offering you fleeting glimpses of your crew mates. Your gaze lingers on Hunter, captivated by the droplets cascading from his tousled hair, now freed from his bandana. You trace the lines of his tattoo down over his broad chest as they disappear beneath the surface of the dark water. Despite your best efforts to remain discreet, you find yourself locked in a momentary exchange of gazes with Crosshair, his piercing eyes betraying a knowing awareness.

Your breath catches in your throat as Crosshair maintains his gaze, his lips curling into a sly grin. Wrecker interjects, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Cut it out, Crosshair. You're making her uncomfortable. We promised not to look," he scolds, casting a wary glance in your direction.

“You did” Crosshair hisses at Wrecker before turning his attention back to you, his tone teasing. "Like what you see, Mini?" he quips, his confidence evident, that smug bastard you think to yourself and attempt to muster a confident response in return, but the slight tremor in your voice is betraying you. "Nothing I haven't seen while patching you all up," you retort, hoping to deflect his attention.

“Sure” he groans with a mischievous glint in his eyes but thankfully, he decides to let the matter drop, and you exhale a silent sigh of relief, sinking deeper into the warm embrace of the water, trying to hide your reddened cheeks. Casting a fleeting glance skyward, you marvel at the sight of two moons ascending over the horizon, casting a serene silvery blue glow over the landscape.

Before long, Tech emerges from the water, signaling for the group to prepare to depart. You, however, are reluctant to leave the comforting embrace of the hot springs just yet.

"Already? Can't we stay a bit longer?" you plead, attempting to negotiate for more time.

"It was ample time to get clean," Tech responds, his tone firm. "And we have another full day of repairs before we can leave this planet. You need at least seven standard hours of sleep to—"

You cut him off, feeling frustration bubbling up. "Stop it, Tech," you interject firmly, your disappointment evident.

"I'm only concerned for your well-being," Tech counters, his concern genuine.

"I know, I'm sorry," you answer, softening your tone. "I didn't mean to sound so annoyed. It's just... I can't remember the last time we had something like this. I'd like to soak in the warm water a bit longer. My whole body is sore from our crash, and this feels so good," you explain, hoping to convey your genuine need for relaxation.

Tech hesitates. “I understand, but it’s too dangerous to leave you here alone, besides the way back to the Marauder is …”.

"It's okay, Tech. You go. I'll stay here with her," a voice rings through the thick steam from behind you.

Hunter.

Your heart skips a beat at his unexpected offer, a rush of warmth flooding through you at the thought of him and you being here alone.

It takes a moment for the rest of them to processes his proposition. Finally, Tech breaks the silence "That is an acceptable solution," he states, his usual pragmatic tone cutting through the night.

Relieved you allow yourself to sink back into the soothing warmth of the hot springs, the steam enveloping you like a comforting embrace. In the background, you hear the others bustling about, dressing and gathering their belongings. Amidst the activity, you catch snatches of conversation and you could swear you heard Wrecker grumbling that he also wants to stay, interrupted by a sharp retort from Crosshair.

"Alright," Tech announces, drawing your attention. "We're heading back. I'll leave the comm open in case of unforeseen events. Regardless, please remember it is not recommended to stay longer than two standard hours in water with this temperature" and with that, the group begins their trek back to the Marauder, leaving you and Hunter alone in the quiet of the night.

As the sounds of their footsteps fade into the distance, a slightly uncomfortable silence descends, punctuated only by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. It’s not the first time you’re alone with Hunter, but THIS, this is different and you are trying to control your heartbeat knowing very well that he can pick that up with his heightened senses.

“Thank you for staying with me Hunter” you whisper through the thick steam wafting over the pool. The thought of him naked in the water, just a few steps away from you sends a shiver through your whole body and you feel the heat pooling between your legs.

Stars, stay calm you try to control the visions overtaking you, flashes of his naked body and his hands all over you flickering through your mind.

You try to catch another glimpse at him past the billowing steam and through an opening you see him slowly treading through the water towards you, his eyes locking on yours, a look of concern on his face. The water reaches barely up to his lower stomach, exposing an ungodly amount of his luscious body, his caramel skin, toned chest and a tempting trail of hair running down his abdomen now illuminated by the silvery glow of the moons, you can’t break your gaze away but you are close to loosing control completely now.

“For someone happily relaxing in a hot bath your heart rate is concerningly high. Are you uncomfortable? Did you change your mind, do you want me to take you back to the Marauder?”

“No, I…I want to stay” is all you can stumble. Him being so concerned and caring is only adding fuel to the fire already burning inside you.

Hunter is right before you now, scanning your face for any signs of distress but the only thing he finds is your bright pink cheeks and dilated pupils.

He carefully brushes a loose strand of your hair from your face, his hand lingering a bit too long to go unnoticed.

“Is this because of me?” he whispers softly, a hint of trepidation in his voice. He lost count of how often he wanted to ask you this, when he felt your heart jump at his touch, when he sensed your eyes lingering on him, but he didn’t dare, knowing a no would destroy him. So he decided to remain oblivious instead of getting hurt. Until now.

You gaze up at him and there is no denying anymore, no hiding, so you nod, not able to voice what you feel for him. That you want him so badly.

And before you know whats happening his lips are on yours. His kiss is soft but quickly getting hungrier and messier. He pulls you closer to him sliding one arm around your waist and you intuitively wrap your legs around him feeling his already hardening cock pressing against your core.

He gasps at the sensation of you grinding your hips against him and breaks away from the kiss, looking deep into your eyes.

“Tell me you want this," Hunter's voice is a low, urgent whisper, his breath hot against your skin. "Tell me you want me."

You lean back in to kiss him, desperate for his lips on yours and hungry for more but he breaks away again, searching your face for an answer.

“I’m your Sarge, I don’t want to take advantage of you, I need to hear you say it. Say you want me and I’ll give you everything.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you meet his intense gaze. "I do, Hunter," you reply without hesitation, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want nothing more than you."

Before you can even finish your words, he pulls you closer again, his arms wrapping around you possessively. The warmth of his embrace fueling your hunger for him and when his lips crash against yours in another searing kiss, you melt into him completely, his tongue trailing along your lips pleating for access.

Your tongues entwine and Hunter's touch feeds the fire within you, every caress sending sparks of heat coursing through your veins. You feel his hands hungrily roaming over your body, down your chest, gently cupping your breasts, leaving a trail of longing wherever they touch you.

His hands slide down to your hips, one hand cupping your ass, pulling you closer as his lips trail down your neck, leaving a line of open mouthes kisses and soft bites in their wake. With each movement, you feel yourself melting into him, your body craving more of his touch and your pussy aching desperately for his attention.

"Stars, you feel amazing," Hunter murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "I've been wanting this for so long."

A soft moan escapes your lips at his words, the sound mingling with the gentle lapping of the water around you. You feel his fingers trailing down to your throbbing core and you can't help but arch into his touch, desperately yearning for more.

He carefully slides his fingers between your slick folds, teasing your clit with a slow gentle rhythm that leaves you gasping for breath. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, quickly building a tension that threatens to unravel you completely in his arms.

He keeps you steady, his strong arms easily holding you up, the water flowing around you, fingers trailing through your slit and finally with a slow, deliberate motion, he slides one finger inside you, giving you a taste of what you so desperately want. You gasp at the sensation of him entering you and arch into his hand, aching for more friction.

"Stars, you're so wet for me," Hunter whispers, his voice low and breathless.

You can't help but beg for more, craving the sensation of him deep inside you, filling you up completely. And as he picks up the pace and slides in another finger, you feel your body tightening, getting ready to explode with pleasure.

"Kriff, I love how responsive you are to my touch." he whispers in your ear, nibbling on your neck.

You let out a few lewd moans and gasps at his words, the sensation of his fingers driving you completely crazy. With each thrust, you feel yourself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable in its intensity. The tension in your core almost reaching it’s snapping point, two fingers pushing inside you and his thumb rubbing your clit.

And then, with a flick of his wrist, Hunter finds that perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Waves of ecstasy wash over you, rippling through your whole body, leaving you trembling in the wake of your orgasm as you cling to him for support.

“Stars, do you know how beautiful you look cuming all over my fingers?” he moans against your skin, looking at you as if you’re the most precious thing in the galaxy.

He slowly slides his fingers out of you to steady you against his chest while you catch your breath. You let out a low whine when he slips out of your core, leaving you feeling empty, and immediately desperate for more. You fumble around trying to reach his cock but he firmly holds you up, both hands under your thighs, his face buried between your breasts.

“Hungry, are we?” he grins up at you, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and sliding his fingers over your wet folds aching to be stretched again, drawing a couple of lewd sounds from you.

You tilt your head back when he captures your other nipple between his teeth and finally pulls you closer until you're straddling him in the water, your bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. You feel the pressure of his rock hard cock straining against your core, fueling your hunger for him even more.

"I need you," you whisper, your voice barely above a breathless moan, impatiently wiggling around in his arms to line him up at your entrance. When he carefully bites down on your neck, leaving a mark, while squeezing your breast with one hand, you are completely loosing any kind of self control, you might as well just beg.

"Hunter, kriff…please…fuck me"

He looks up finding your gaze and without a word, he guides himself inside you with a single deep thrust, his huge cock stretching you in all the right ways as he fills you completely. You gasp at the sensation of your pussy stretching around him, your body arching into his as he begins to move, each thrust giving you more of what you’ve been longing for ever since you joined the squad. He starts slowly, not far from teasing you, pulling out almost completely a few times, until only his tip rest inside you and then slamming back in until he is buried to the hilt.

The water around you amplifies every sensation, the gentle rocking motion only adding to the intensity of his thrusts. He increases his pace and with each push of his hips against yours, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak, your pussy already clenching around him.

“Fuck, not gonna last long like this” he groans “ …y..you feel too good around my cock…so tight…been dreaming about this too often…”

"I'm close," you whimper, your voice barely above a desperate plea. "Please, Hunter, don't stop."

With a low growl against your neck, he increases the intensity, each thrust pushing you further towards the brink of oblivion. You cling to him, nails digging into his back, grinding your hips against his, to take him as deep as possible until you feel the tip of his cock deliciously pressing against your cervix with every thrust. You wrap your arms around his neck your fingers finding hold in his hair, as you begin shaking, and with a shuddering gasp, you feel the tension in you snap and the first wave of pleasure crashing over you with an intensity you haven’t felt before, stars exploding before your eyes, your whole body trembling as you ride out the waves of your orgasm on his cock without slowing down.

He keeps fucking you through your high, drawing more moans and gasps from you until you feel him tense too, his length pressing even harder against your walls.

“Where do you want me?” he gasps.

“Inside” is all you can get out with a loud moan, your pussy still clenching around his cock and you feel Hunter's own release echoing yours, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. With a final thrust, he spills himself inside you, filling you to the brim with his warm cum as you both ride out the waves of pleasure ripping through you together.

You cling to each other, panting, your bodies pressed together in a sweet embrace as you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You let your fingers trail through his hair and softly trace the lines of his tattoo looking at him in awe, completely blissed out. He let’s his forehead rest against yours and you are exchanging soft loving kisses when you suddenly hear your comms crackle from somewhere beside the pool.

“Hunter are you listening… Hunter…Mini… “

“noooo Tech…leave them” you hear clattering and a voice in the background

“Hunter do you hear me? Even though Crosshair suggested you are not solely bathing but possibly engaging in intercourse I recommend you get out of the water. The time you spent there is unacceptable and will negatively affect your blood circulation. Mini… I’m sure you know that, you’re the medic. Do you hear me? It’s clearly been too long. Get out of ther…” the comm crackles again, weird noises and mumbling in the background until you hear Crosshair.

“Sorry for the interruption Sarge, I couldn’t stop him, just give us a sign when you’re headed back” and with that the comm falls silent again.

You can’t help but blush, feeling a bit exposed before the whole squad not even knowing where this is going or if it was just a one time thing. You desperately hope it’s not, when you said you want him, you meant it but you’re to afraid to ask how he is feeling, so you just revel in the heat radiating from his body drinking up every scent, every detail while it lasts, legs still wrapped around his waist, holding him close, fingers trailing trough his hair. Hunter nestles his head in your neck, pulling you even closer to his chest, leaving a few soft kisses along the way while his softening cock is slowly slipping out of you.

“Let’s get back to the Marauder then” he murmurs against your skin, “at least it seems they already suspect whats going on and appear to be ok with us being together…sleep in my bunk tonight?”

Your heart beams at his question, pounding in your chest.

“Guess that’s a yes” he chuckles, giving you one last loving kiss before he sets you on the edge of the pool to get ready for heading back to the ship.

[calicoheartz]

Déjà Vu ; Paige Bueckers ౨ৎ•

꣑୧ — summary | based on the song “Deja vu” by Olivia Rodrigo !

wc ; 1.4k

— warnings | Paige lowkey being a bad girlfriend , jealousy , arguments , use of foul language , angst , etc.

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : i ❤️ writing angst 😈 , tried something new while using a different song. Enjoy bestiesss ◡̈

It had been weeks since you and Paige had broken up, things were just too complicated between the two of you.

You wanted something serious, something made to last. But Paige wasn’t necessarily interested in that, while she did love you; you two were just opposing forces. Your relationship was trying to force two magnets together that clearly didn't attract to each other, or trying to force puzzle pieces together.

While you wish you could say it ended on good, mutual terms, the truth was quite far from that. You and Paige continuously argued throughout the couple of weeks leading up to your split. Whether it was about who you both were hanging out with, who didn't do the dishes, your social media presence, you've probably argued about absolutely anything under the sun.

Which is why when she suddenly broke up with you, you weren't surprised to say the least. You practically saw it coming, both of you slowly distancing yourselves, spending less and less time together, it was bound to happen at some point. But at this point in time, you were tired of begging her to talk to you, begging her to work things out with you. You simply gave up, knowing in the back of your mind that if it was meant to be it would've been, and things would have already fallen into place.

You had already figured that she had moved on, you just didn't expect it to be that fast. You knew the type of person she was, but it did sting a little bit knowing that your 2 ½ year relationship didn't really mean that much to her. Your mind instantly starts thinking of the what-ifs, what could have possibly made a difference in your relationship, and this infuriated you.

I mean, what the fuck was her deal? Trying to tell everyone you both ended amicably, how you eventually wanted to try again, but immediately getting with some other chick? I mean come on now. That was just petty and low.

And as if the universe was playing a joke on you, with the weeks after your breakup it seemed as if you were seeing the blonde everywhere, whether it was throughout the campus grounds, or perhaps at the gym. But nothing could have prepared you for your next encounter with the 6’0 point guard.

It was a friday night, and you had just finished your last final of the school year, the air was cool, and the sun was setting. Your friends had decided to celebrate by going to an end of the year house party, hosted by one of UConns most infamous frat houses.

To be frank, you didn't really feel like going, the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of drunk college kids didn't really appeal to you. But somehow, your friends managed to convince you.

You wore a skin tight, tantalizing, black lace dress with some simple black pumps, dabbing a tiny, but noticeable amount of makeup on your face, that enhanced all your natural features.

As you entered and made your way through the party, music thumped loudly, echoing through the house and drawing people in. The air is thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, mixed with the faint scent of cheap cologne and perfume.

Inside, the main room is packed with people dancing, laughing, and drinking. Red cups are scattered everywhere, filled with various concoctions of alcohol. The dance floor is a mass of bodies, moving and swaying to the sound of the music. With Strobe lights flashing, adding to the chaotic atmosphere.

After glancing around and observing the chaos filled room, you made your way to the make-shift bar set up near the kitchen, quickly helping yourself to the wide variety of alcoholic beverages the frat boys had to offer. You soon noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye lurking behind you, not paying any attention to it, you continued to tending to your drinks, hoping that whoever was behind you would just leave you alone.

As you turned around, you were met with a familiar set of blue eyes. The eyes that caused you so much pain and distress. You furrowed your brows, slightly frowning, before spitting out “what the fuck do you want?”, the blonde looked away slightly, before mumbling out a, “I just wanted to apologize to you, and yk make sure we were cool.”

If you weren't pissed off before, you certainly were now. You laughed slightly, before replying, “That's bullshit and you know it P.” Before quickly walking away, hoping to not run into her for the rest of the night.

But of course, the universe just couldn't let that happen. It felt as if everywhere you turned to, there she was, with a girl all over her. Whether she had her tongue down her throat, or occasionally grinding on each other, it didn't matter. All you knew was that this was Paige’s sick and twisted way of trying to make you jealous.

While it's shameful to admit now, you couldn't help but keep the shots coming, doing anything to keep your mind off the blonde.

It was only then when you spotted the two out of the corner of your eye, dancing on the dance floor. For some reason this dance looked oddly familiar, as if you've seen it somewhere. That's when it hit you, this was your dance, a dance you only did when your song was on, which to your luck happened to be playing.

A feeling of adrenaline and anger rushed over you, it was almost as if all your rationale just left your body and went to outer space. You quickly stormed your way over to both of them before spewing “So when you gonna tell her that we did that too??” Before looking over at the girl, who was now in return giving you a confused look, you continued, “She probably thinks its special, but it's all reused.”

“Y/N cmon, can we talk about this somewhere else?” Paige chimes in, before you snap a simple “No no, do you get deja vu when she's with you? Because i mean come on it’s so fucking obvious that-” the blonde cut you off by simply dragging you away from the living room and into the back patio of the house.

“Is that what this is about?” she says harshly, “why are you even so upset to begin with?” You felt as if someone had just punched you, not being able to grasp the fact that she herself can't grasp why you're so upset. “Dont act like we didn't do that shit too paige” you scoffed, “You're so pathetic. A different girl now but there's nothing new.”

The blonde just looks back at you, her gaze softening a bit, she bit her lip in anticipation of what you were going to say next, with tears welling in your eyes you managed to stammer out, “Do you call her, almost say my name? Because let’s be honest, we kinda do sound the same.”

A few minutes go by, the blonde remained quiet, just observing you through your sudden fit of rage; something you rarely did throughout your relationship. As if it was like clockwork, you suddenly snapped out of your sudden jealousy filled haze, and simply averted your eyes from Paige and onto the ground below you. Just releasing an annoyed sigh as you came to realization that you just word vomited incoherent sentences of jealousy to your ex.

The girl finally broke her silence, simply saying , “are you finally going to let me get a word in y/n?” But at this point, it was too late for the blonde to try and explain her actions, to give you closure, even tho in reality that is what you wanted; you knew you had to move on and try to rebuild your life outside of the blonde.

You simply shook your head in response, stating a sharp, “No, Paige. Im done trying to get you to understand what you did was wrong, and why it’s shitty that you keep doing it. Im done with you, goodbye.”

Before she could even reply you were already on your way out, the loud environment seeming to drown out everything and everyone around you. But unbeknownst to you, the blonde had given you a reply. Mumbling under her breath just quiet enough that you could hopefully hear it within earshot,

“But I wanted it to be you.”

muahahahahaha !!! Idk how to feel abt this tbh…uhmmmm ??? as always tysm for reading !

[pahtoosh]

Hi, I’m not sure if your requests are open at the moment, but I figured I’d try anyway!

Would you be willing to write about Stucky and their little having a day out together? Like going to the zoo, the aquarium, or perhaps go swimming? Whatever you feel like writing is fine, even it is an entirely different activity!

I absolutely adore your work, so I can’t wait to see where you will take this idea 🩷

sleeping with the fishes

[image ID: a gif of fish swimming. /.end ID]

masterlist

sfw but 18+

wc: ~780 words

warnings: lots of being picked up and carried, not proofread

a/n: thank you so much for your kind words! this is such a sweet request, it’s my favorite thing to just write about a fun and fluffy day😁i hope you enjoy this and that i didn’t make you wait too long😅

pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader

summary: your daddies take you on a trip to the aquarium

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“Woah, woah! Slow your roll, fish patrol.”

“There’s no time, Baba! We have to go the ‘quarium!” It was almost unreal how quickly you were moving while simultaneously not getting any closer to the front door. You were running out to the car when Bucky stopped you with a grip on the back of your jacket. That didn’t stop you from jogging midair, though.

“Ah-quarium.” He plopped you onto the small bench in the entryway. “And I’m pretty sure there’s enough time for you to at least put on some shoes before we leave the house.”

Bucky kneeled in front of you so he could help you get on a pair of sneakers. He made sure to double knot the laces, knowing that you would have no patience for getting your shoes retied today.

“Dada! Are you almost ready?!” you shouted down the hall.

Steve sped walked out of your room with a backpack of stuff. “Almost! There’s a lot to pack for a full day out of the house.”

You whined and tried stomping your feet, forgetting that Bucky was still putting on your shoes.

“Hey, no whining and no kicking Baba,” Steve reprimanded. “We’ll get there with plenty of time to spare, baby. The fish aren’t going to swim away.”

“They might,” Bucky teased.

“Nooooo!”

“Buck, c’mon.”

Bucky grinned mischievously and gave you ticklish kisses on your face before helping you off the bench. “I’m only kidding, angel. Let’s get you in the car and buckled up while we wait for Dada.”

After what felt like a million hours, you were finally at the aquarium. Your daddies went over some safety rules while you were still in the car and once you showed that you understood, it was go time.

There were so many exhibits to discover. The tanks seemed to go on forever, all with different species of fish, snails, crabs, turtles, and other animals that you’d never seen before.

The aquarium offered something for the whole family. Still a science nerd, Bucky enjoyed reading the information cards placed by the tanks. Some of the animals and their habits reminded him so much of the aliens he read about in his sci fi novels. Steve was keeping a mental note of the animals he wanted to draw for you later. He even took pictures of a few to serve as a reference. Meanwhile, you practically had your nose pressed on the glass, just admiring the fish with an overwhelming sense of wonder.

When you saw something especially cool, you’d tug on the sleeve of your nearest daddy and point. You couldn’t just witness something so special and not share it. One of the best moments was when you pointed out a scuba diver in the large tank to your Dada. The diver noticed you and started a game of rock, paper, scissors through the glass.

One of the safety rules for the day was that you had to either wear a leash backpack or hold a daddy’s hand the whole time. In the beginning, you chose to hold hands, but then you switched to the backpack for more freedom(and because your daddies either walked too slowly or had no idea which tanks were ones to stop and stare at and which ones just needed a quick glance).

You could’ve stayed at the aquarium forever, but eventually it was time to go home. Steve and Bucky could tell you were getting sleepy. You got a little more clumsy, often getting tangled in your backpack leash, and asked them to hold you more often. Your daddies suspected that some of the requests to be carried had nothing to do with needing to see from a higher point, and much to do with your tired legs.

“This was the last tank, bubba. Now we’re going to the gift shop and then going home, okay?” Steve said.

You sighed. “Okay, Dada. Can I take a picture of the jellyfish first? Please?”

“Yes you can, baby. Good manners.” Steve held you still while you took a photo of the jellyfish tank with your camera.

As the three of you went to the gift shop, you asked Bucky to hold your camera so you could hold your hands behind Steve’s neck and place your head on his shoulder. He of course said yes. Your Baba also snapped a sneaky shot of Steve carrying sleepy little you using your camera.

You were practically already dozing off by the time you made it to the gift shop, but your daddies still went in and asked if you wanted anything to remember this trip by. You ended up leaving with a beluga whale plush, which you cuddled with the entire way home.

[angelkissiies]

hii can you do jock abby x cheerleader reader?

be aggressive

hockey player!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader

cw : modern!au, hockey!au, fluff, confrontation, abby stands up for the reader, cursing, college bitches being bitches.

“Fuck!” You huffed, attempting to find a parking space in the crowded rink parking lot. Game days definitely had begun to test your patience, today more so as you’d already been running late but now with how it was going- you’d be coming in seconds before call time, which gave you a heart attack to even think about. 

By some grace of god (or whoever was listening at that point), you found a spot nestled between a black jeep you recognized as Abby’s and some Nissan that was missing a bumper. Trying to waste no time, you hustled out with your hefty bag thrown over your shoulder and skates dangling from your hand as you held them by the laces. The lot was mainly empty as you sprinted towards the entrance, dodging random gaggles of people who you assumed were waiting for the game to start, but were conveniently in the way. 

You pushed through the main doors glancing around to find your team, before breaking through a group of away players that hoarded the doorway leading into the changing rooms (that weren’t even for them, you’d think they’d move considering the fact but no). “Sorry, excuse me.” You whispered harshly, giving them a half hearted dirty look as they barely moved to allow you through. It was so unnecessary, you almost let it get to you but for the sake of time you dropped it. 

The scent of hairspray hit you first as you rushed into the cheerleaders quarters making you cough before throwing your bag down before making a b-line for the staging door. This led you down the hallway under the rink to the otherside, where your teammates were waiting patiently to begin. You turned the corner before running smack into someone else, their sheer presence sending you stumbling back a bit. Fucking hockey players and their massive bodies. 

“Oh baby, shit, I’m sorry.” You heard your girlfriend curse, a tinge of a laugh in her voice as she reached out to you. Oh, it's your hockey player, nevermind. She was headed to the opposite side of the rink to sit with the other players, as the puck drop didn’t take place until the pregame festivities ended. If you weren’t so stressed, you’d probably have made a joke about breaking the ice but the time didn’t come. 

You shook your head, focused on getting to your spot in time (and not pissing off your coach- again), brushing your hair down with your free hand to tame the strays that had ventured from their previous tight curls.. “I’m late, I'm so late, Abby.” You breathed, motioning towards the door that now seemed much farther away than you thought. “Do I look okay? I gotta go on.”

She nodded quickly, understanding in half a second as the first announcement rang out, muffled from where the two of you stood. She hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your face to look towards her instead of the rink before she gave you a smile. “You look perfect, now get out there.” She hummed, giving you a light shove towards the door, watching as you didn’t hesitate to take off down the remainder of the hall. 

You practically ran to the door- skates clacking wildly as you barely made it before the second announcement came on the intercom. Its main purpose was to draw the ticket holders back into the building, signaling the entertainment was about to begin. You shoved your skates on, finishing tying them just as your coach called for the team to make their way to the door leading onto the ice. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you followed behind your team, skates hitting the ice hard as you followed the outline of the routine you’d been practicing for the past couple weeks. Smile and skate, easy enough. 

Abby had made her way back to the other players, taking a seat as she double checked the laces on her skates. A habit she’d picked up after breaking her ankle a couple seasons ago due to her lace coming loose. She heard the music begin and dragged her attention to the ice, waiting to see you- just like she did every game. She always loved seeing you skate, even just as background but today you were front so she didn’t have to worry about not getting a good view. 

You came into view, your bejeweled uniform catching light from the overhead spotlights, shining gracefully as you did some precise turn that Abby couldn’t even name. She’d always be thankful for the convincing that had taken place to get you both here, as you almost passed up the idea of cheerleading due to annoying stereotypes from American football cheerleaders. She knew you didn’t see her in the haze of light, as the ice made it much too bright to see much outside of the rink, so she usually took the chance to brag to her teammates. Though, as she began to turn to a player she knew quite well, Nora, she caught the tail end of a conversation between two benched cheerleaders. 

“She only got in because her girlfriend is on the team, they totally played favorites.” The one on the left hissed, rolling her eyes at the number you were doing. It was virtually flawless, leading Abby to lean into the conversation more. 

The girl on the right laughed, yawning dramatically. “I think it’s kinda weird, Abby is definitely a good player but like why do they have to be gay? Gives us a bad rep.” She proclaimed, attempting to hush her voice down to a level nobody would hear. 

Abby caught it though, letting out a chuckle of disbelief as she turned around on the bench to face the girls. It seemed like they didn’t realize who they were sitting in front of, or, they knew and just felt brave enough to keep talking shit. “Fucking excuse me?” She stated, tilting her head at the duo. Angry was an understatement, furious would be a better descriptor as she watched the girls freeze. They could talk shit about her, sure, but she drew the line when it came to you or better yet your relationship as queer women. 

“I don’t know what you heard bu-,”

“Shut the fuck up,” Abby growled, cutting the girl off. “Keep my girlfriends name and our relationship out of your fucking mouth. I know for a fact you wouldn’t want this getting back to Coach Mckillen, right? Your little homophobic comments about a girl who’s ten times as talented out there than you are wouldn’t go over so smoothly, huh?” 

Knowing fully she planned to report them to the coach, she raised an eyebrow at the duo, watching them scramble to attempt to apologize. Her heart hammered in her chest, never having dealt with such outspoken bigotry- especially from a team composed of mostly queer women.  She didn’t let it show, only turning back to the ice, shaking off the stares she’d gathered from her tiny outburst. 

“Damn, Anderson. That was rough.” Nora laughed, nudging the girl gently, having overheard the entire ordeal. “You’re a mean bitch.” 

Abby bit back a smile at the comment, knowing it was 100% true. “Can’t have anyone out here bad mouthing my girl, that’s all.” She mumbled back, searching the skaters until her eyes landed on you again. From the distance she was at, she could see the healthy blush on your skin from the exhausting choreo she’d watched you practice solo multiple times in the past week, all accompanied by a blissful smile you reserved for crowd work only. 

Nora shook her head, eyes glancing over to see the way Abby watched you as you finished up the last of your performance, turning to skate towards the door that led into the players seating. She had seen firsthand how much Abby cared for you, knowing the girl's plans for your birthday made the moment even more special, seeing as soon there would be a crystalline addition to your relationship. “God help any motherfuckers who try.” She chuckled, standing up to give the cheerleaders room to sit as the groups traded places on the ice. 

You pulled the door open, allowing your mates to go in before entering yourself, coming up to Abby before even considering capping your skates. “Good luck, Abs.” You smiled, face glowing in a sheen of sweat and pure joy as you looked up at her. “You’re gonna do great.” 

Abby smiled down at you, cupping your face in her gloved hands as she pressed a deep kiss to your lips, intentionally drawing it out to annoy the girls who now sat sulking on the second row of benches. Her lips tasted like cinnamon and honey, something you’d grown to love about the woman, her unusual taste in chapstick- and how you never knew what you’d get. “Thank you, pretty girl.” She hummed, pressing another short kiss to your lips before Nora practically dragged her out onto the ice- throwing her helmet to her blindly. 

“Don’t forget!” You called after her, your stupid tradition drawing a smile onto her lips as you recited the beginning of an age old cheer usually reserved for football- but with the force your girl brought to the ice, it felt fitting “Be aggressive.” 

Abby shook her head at you gingerly, mouthing it back before pushing her mouth guard into place and throwing her braid over her shoulder. A slight laugh bubbled in her chest as she got into position, awaiting the face-off. 

B-E aggressive.

[lady-morrigen]

(just say the word and) i'll be home

pairing: gwayne hightower x oc victaria cuy

a/n: idk what happened. i blacked out and this was in my docs. @vampire-exgirlfriend made it pretty for your eyes.

warnings: smut, p in v, idk let me know if i missed anything

rating: explicit (18+ ONLY, mdni)

wc: ~1500, just a little thing

The light of the dawn peeked through the curtains, painting the bare skin of her back a delicate, pale blue. Warm, calloused fingers danced over her spine, drawing invisible flowers and jewels and all things as precious as she. 

Stretching, Victaria’s dark hair spilled over the pillow, ink on blank canvas. The man beside her smiled. 

‘Gods, but she was beautiful.’ 

He propped his head on his hand to gaze down upon her, drinking in every moment, committing every contour of her body to memory. She was never more beautiful to him than in the quiet of the morning; warm and relaxed, pliant in his hands. When he tickled the soft skin at her sides, she flinched, curling in on herself and pushing her hips back to align her body with his. 

She mumbled, soft and sleep riddled, wiggling to fill the gaps between their naked bodies until they were flush. Gwayne wrapped a strong arm around her belly, pulling her impossibly closer, intoxicated by the warm scent of her skin as he buried his face in her neck. He rolled his hips against her, the hardening length of him nestled firmly between her cheeks, a test to see if she was feigning sleep. A moment passed, then another, his breath trembling and hot in her ear, the anticipation almost too much to bear. 

She whined, hiding a smile in her pillow as she wriggled her hips against him—taunting, teasing. He throbbed in response, a large hand lifting her knee to hook her leg over his hip. Hot, open mouthed kisses trailed along her shoulder, her skin pebbling in their wake. 

“Good morning, little sunflower.” His voice was gruff, the last vestiges of sleep not yet faded, and she reacted to the sound of it, pushing closer against him. “I trust you slept well.”

He shifted, adjusting himself so that the firmness of his cock slid smoothly between her folds. The blunt head nudged gently at her clit, and the sound of her sharp intake of breath sent a lightning bolt straight to his core. Her hips began to circle at a deliberate pace, covering him in the growing wetness between her thighs. 

“Aye, Ser, I did.” Victaria reached an arm back, tangling her fingers in his hair. She tilted her hips forward, catching the blunt tip of him at her entrance, languidly teasing it in and out, tightening her grip on his nape when his teeth scraped across the skin of her neck. He could hear her grin as she continued. “Once you finally gave me leave to rest.” 

Gwayne growled, a low rumble against her back, pushing her forward to lie face down on the bed, the weight of his lithe body pressing her into the lush sheets. His fingers gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, lifting her backside so he could continue to slide between the delicate heat of her sex. A string of muttered curses fell from his lips as he fell forward, lacing his fingers with hers and bracing their hands on either side of her head. 

“I did not hear you complain,” he groaned against her skin as he teased at her entrance once more. “I must ensure you think of no one else whilst I am away.” 

Shifting his weight, he freed a hand to line himself up, pushing into her slowly. They groaned in tandem, Gwayne biting at the junction where her neck met her shoulder as he seated himself fully inside her. After a moment, his breathing haggard, he began to roll his hips, moving oh so slowly, lest he finish too quickly. He was impossibly hard, as he always was with her, every muscle in his body straining against the urge to find his release. 

“Fuck, Gwayne,” her voice was tight and reedy, still slightly sleepy, as she moved beneath him. “I would never.”

“No one else could fill you like this.” His thrusts grew deeper, the obscene sound of him moving in her threatening to send him hurtling over the edge.

He leaned back, grabbing fleshy handfuls of her ass as he watched himself disappear into her wet cunt. Reaching down, he pried her hand free from where it gripped the sheets, guiding it to her center, urging her to rub tight circles over her clit. 

He could spend hours with her like that. In fact, he had the night before. Once he learned he would be leaving Oldtown to fight his nephew’s war, he wanted to spend every spare moment tangled up in her, collecting blissful moments to hold him over until his return. ‘If the gods willed it so,’ came the unbidden voice. Though he pushed it away as he fell deeper into her.

As she tightened around him, he began to lose his resolve. He could feel how close she was, the two of them teetering on the brink, racing to the finish line as their thrusts became desperate. He grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it over his fist and tugging her back until she was pressed against him. He reached around, palming at her breast and rolling a pebbled nipple between his thick fingers. 

“Come on, my love,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “Let me hear you.” 

With a shout of his name only seconds later, she clenched around him, her body convulsing in his arms as he continued to thrust into her, his pace unrelenting as she came. He let her body fall to the bed, pushing between her shoulder blades, his hips snapping erratically until he stilled, spilling inside of her with a groan so loud it was sure to be heard by the rest of the keep. 

Gwayne collapsed beside her, his hand gripping the back of her thigh, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Victaria rolled to face him, throwing a leg over his middle, the contact with his softening length threatening to have him ready for another round. He chuckled, brushing her hair from her damp forehead as he took in her flushed features. 

A feeling of panic made his mouth dry out, his tongue suddenly thick and heavy, sticking to the back of his throat. He had never known what love felt like before Victaria. Gwayne was a handsome young man;the ladies of Oldtown had all but thrown themselves and their daughters at him from the moment he hit puberty, but those were mere dalliances in comparison. What he felt for the woman he held in his arms was foreign, incredible, yet absolutely terrifying. The idea of leaving her behind, with the risk of never returning to her warm embrace, sent ice through his veins. 

He stared at the ceiling, willing the panic to subside, to enjoy the tender moments with her while he had them, to no avail. Her lilting voice pulled him from his reverie. 

“You are thinking loud enough to wake the dead, my love.” Victaria drew soothing circles on his chest, her large, blue eyes searching his face. “Tell me what is bothering you.” 

Gwayne loosed a breath, throwing his arm around her and pulling her close. 

“I am…” he trailed off, the words dying in his throat as he fought the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. “I am afraid.” 

She hummed, a sound of understanding, gentle and comforting. There was no need for him to elaborate. For that, he was grateful. He found it difficult to discuss his fears, the fear of being seen as craven louder than all else. She peppered his chest with kisses, climbing on top of him, holding him firmly between her thighs, grounding him. 

“You are the most gallant knight in all the realm, my lord.” His hands came to rest against her thighs and she began to move against him, offering a welcome distraction. “You will return to me. Of that, I have no doubt.”

Looking up at her in that moment, Gwayne thought that he could die happy having known the love of a good woman, of this good woman. No matter what happened in the weeks to come, he would fight like hell to come home to Oldtown. To her. 

“I’m going to marry you, Taria,” he said. She smiled down at him, lifting her hips to sink down onto his length, his remaining spend lubricating enough for him to slide in. She rolled her hips against him, throwing her head back and raking her nails down the length of his chest. “When I come back, I am going to make you my wife.”

She moaned, speeding up her movements as his words spurred her on.

“And then,” he flipped her over, settling himself between her legs and bottoming out inside of her. “And then I’m going to put a baby in you.” 

“I like the sound of that,” she whispered, reaching up to place a gentle hand against his cheek. “How about we get a head start?”

taglist: @dragonsbone, @emilykaldwen, @arrthurpendragon, @lightblindingme

[motions1ckness]

“Now I’m Covered in You”

pt 2 to “Fall in Nashville”!!

Summary: after last night, you and Julien decide to go on a hike.

Content: smut!!, f!reader, fluff?, exhibitionism, switch reader (?), getting caught, soft dom julien, hair pulling

(this is the longest story i’ve written and i’m drained but i love it)

You had slept on the couch. Julien insisted on sharing her bed. As tempting as it was, you didn’t want to rush things.

It was around 7 when you heard footsteps in the kitchen, followed by a clinging of mugs.

“Fuck sorry,” Julien said in a hush. It drew a groan from you by the sudden noise. You walked to the bathroom, not wanting to look horrendous when Julien saw you.

After you spat out your toothpaste, you had a good look at yourself before walking back out. You looked great. Not only what you wore, but everything. Your hair was cooperating, and your eye bags didn’t look so sullen. Maybe it was the ego boost from last night, but you decided to not give it too much thought. You kept a hair tie on your wrist, just in case your hair decided to betray you.

As you stepped out of the bathroom into the kitchen, you smelt the coffee Julien brewed.

“Hey sorry about earlier, I made you coffee,” She expressed, holding out a mug in front of her. A huge grin appeared on her face as she handed you the cup. Just the sight of Julien made you weak in the knees. She wore a black tank top and shorts that showed off her tattoos and stomach.

“Thanks, the couch was a bit uncomfortable,” you admitted, heading to the fridge to add creamer to the coffee. Julien sat on the counter drinking her cup.

“Should’ve taken my offer.” She said under her breath, placing her cup down.

You made your way in front of Julien after fixing your coffee. Julien kept her eyes on you. She glanced at your eyes, then your chest, before meeting your eyes again. Her gaze seemed wanting.

“I know,” You put your hand on her knee. She hitched her breath as you started to caress it. “I just didn’t want to rush anything.” You revealed, watching her bite her lip.

“It’s getting harder not to kiss you right now,” she admitted, ignoring your reply. You felt your face flush as your eyes widened at her response. Julien eagerly leaned toward you, cupping your chin and kissing you gently. She took her time now being at the height advantage. She wanted to draw this moment out as long as she could.

You felt a fluttering sensation between your legs as Julien moved her free hand to your chest. It pulled a moan from you, which made her smile between the kisses. The two of you ached for more as she slid her hand from your breast to the inside of your joggers. You broke the sloppy kisses with another moan. Julien started tracing small circles through your underwear, driving you to whimper under her touch. Before the situation could escalate any further, you heard a faint gasp. The two of you flinched off of each other as you saw Pheobe and Lucy in the doorway, covering their mouths.

No one knew what to say, everyone’s faces became red as you all felt mortified.

“W-we just wanted some coffee,” Phoebe finally spoke out, finding humor in the situation.

Lucy gave a stifled laugh, ” We can just come back.” They both started to back up like they just walked in on a breakup.

Julien hopped off the counter, looking flustered. “We were just,” she cleared her voice, “hanging out.” She said, scratching her head.

Your jaw was agape from Julien’s awful lie. Lucy and Pheobe merely stood there with the same expression as you.

Julien continued to lighten the situation, “Actually, we're gonna go on a hike so uh, it’s all yours.”

Julien quickly walked past them as you followed her, refusing to meet either of their eyes. After you two left the kitchen, Julien grabbed the shoes you two wore yesterday to put them on outside. As you shut the door, you heard Lucy and Pheobe burst out laughing.

Julien handed you your shoes as she laced up her docs. “I can’t fucking believe they saw that.” She chuckled. You slipped on your shoes, holding your hand out to help her up after she finished.

“It was fucking funny though. Mortifying, but funny.” You laugh. Julien still held your hand. She leaned forward, having to stand on her toes to kiss you. You met her halfway, your other arm snaking around her waist.

The front door opened. “JB you left your-” Lucy caught you two again. “Oh my god! Nevermind!” Lucy said before shutting the door.

Both of you pulled away laughing, knowing it wasn’t as bad as earlier.

“Okay let’s actually go.” You say.

–

The trail Julien took you on was beautiful. She narrated how she found it and how she met Lucy and Pheobe. You two stopped by a massive stump that was shaded by neighboring trees. You sat on it with Julien standing between your legs. The two of you examined each other's bodies before speaking.

“Julien are you not cold or anything?” You question, creating eye contact. The weather was nice, but you wore a tank and sleep pants, and Julien only wore her shorts and the black tank.

“No, I’m fine. It feels good, despite being basically naked in the woods.” She joked as she began playing with your hair. You drew her waist closer to you. Lying your head on her toned stomach before meeting her eyes again.

“Jay, I need you.” You managed to get out. You felt that familiar sensation between your legs again.

Julien swallowed, “I need you too.” She replied.

You maintained eye contact as you pulled her shorts down and knelt beneath her. Her breath hitched from the cool air. She moved her hands to your hair, waiting for your next move. You started kissing her thighs, paying the most attention to her tattoos. You could hear her trying to conceal a moan which made you hum. You held her hips as you placed a kiss on her clit.

Julien’s hips jolted as she shuttered from the sensation. You pulled away before proceeding. Julien looked down at you, nodding to let you know it was okay. You smiled as you lifted her leg over your shoulder and moved one of your hands under her shirt. Julien tightened her grip on your hair before your mouth attached to her clit again.

“F-fuckkk,” Julien rasped, keeping her eyes on you. Not wanting to miss a thing. Her breath became uneven as you began kneading her sensitive nipple. You kept attacking her clit before letting go of her hip to run your finger along her entrance. A gasp escaped her throat after you inserted yourself into her. You could feel her body tighten as her hips began grinding against your face.

You set a rapid pace, all your focus on getting her there. You removed your hand from under her shirt to hold her in place better. She was a whimpering mess and you could tell she was close. You inserted a second finger and sped up your movements with your mouth. Julien felt close to release but needed the final push. You decided to be rougher, quickening your pace and curling your fingers until she came. Julien’s legs were trembling, her eyebrows furrowed, throwing her head back, letting her jaw hang. She instinctively drove your head closer to her body. You gave a muffled moan as you laid your tongue flat, letting her face fuck you. You kept your fingers in her, riding out her orgasm. You felt the build-up in your core from the situation, hearing Julien’s noises and her eagerness made you a mess underneath her.

After Julien came back down, you removed your fingers from her as she drew your head away, still holding onto you. Her chest was heaving and her face was red. She looked down at you again, as she shakily removed her leg from your shoulder. You two stared at each other for a moment before taking the fingers you used on Julien into your mouth and sucked. The both of you felt a tight flutter, as she moved her hands to your face and pulled you to stand. She eagerly kissed you as you wrapped your hands around her neck.

“You’re fucking great,” she praised between kisses. You pulled away to catch your breath properly again. You felt like you ran a marathon. Julien’s thumb ran across your face. She looked so gentle and focused. “You’re so pretty.” She added.

She fixed her gaze on the rest of your body and spotted the hair tie you kept on from earlier. “You had a hair tie this whole time?” She laughed. You both found it comical as she pulled up her shorts that had been left on one of her ankles.

“I forgot I had it,” you laugh. Julien started messing with the hair tie around your wrist, moving closer to you.

“We can still use it you know.” She says, darting a look at you. You feel your face return to a familiar blush as you knew what she was implying.

Julien let her words sit before leaning in and kissing you harshly. She was eager. Yeah she loved what you did to her, but she knew you were yearning for her touch. And you complied, melting into her. It wasn’t long until she had you pinned against the stump. She sat her knee between your legs and held onto your wrists. The kisses were short and needy. She needed to make you feel good.

She pulled away from you, “Can I?” she asked. Her eyes were hungry yet sincere. She wanted this badly but was able to stop if you didn’t want it.

You nodded instantly, “Please.”

Julien’s face lit up. She wasted no time attacking your neck. A soft moan left your mouth as she started to kiss and suck at your neck, undoubtedly trying to form marks. Her hands began roaming your body, finding their way to your chest. Your breathing got heavier as she started to pinch your nipples under your shirt and lifted your top, exposing your breasts. You wince slightly from the cold air as Julien started caressing the skin. Your hands found their way to her hair, your back arching to her touch. She wasted no time swirling her tongue around the hardened nipple. The action caused you to buck your hips and whine under her as she repeated the same action on the other side.

“Julien please,” you begged, trying to get friction from her leg.

She chuckled before removing herself from you to kneel under you. Julien took off your pants and underwear, pulling you toward the end of the stump. Her eyes flashed to you before attaching her mouth to your clit. Your jaw hung open, spewing moans and praises as she started sucking harshly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you whined, bucking your hips to her touch. Julien hummed, resting her hands on your thighs, spreading your legs to give her better access. She switched between sucking on your clit and tounge-fucking your entrance. Her hips started to twitch against the stump as your moans got her off.

Julien pulled away for a moment and started to leave kisses on your clit, before putting your leg over her shoulder and attacking your entrance with her tongue from a new angle.

“P-please don’t stop” you whined, holding her hair harshly. From the new angle, her nose was pressed against her clit. Pushing you closer to the edge. “Julien, I-I’m so close,” you add, out of breath.

She decided to get you there as fast as she could, pushing her middle and ring finger into you, not skipping a beat. The feeling forces you to come shortly after, not being able to handle the overstimulation.

You cried out her name as you came down, removing her fingers from you. Your chest was heaving as she stood over you catching her breath as well.

“Fuck, Jay.” you manage to say, your legs trembling. You prop yourself onto your elbows, looking at the mess she left. Julien smiled, holding her hand out to help you up.

After getting up, you quickly put your pants back on and fixed your shirt. You looked at Julien who was rocking the ‘just had sex’ look and you knew you looked the same.

[multifandomgirl08]

Tu me promets (Reader POV) - D.R. #3

Sugar Daddy!Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Monaco from the reader's POV, the fallout after and Daniel doing his best to make it right.

Warning(s): Implied sexual content, possessive Daniel

A/N: I would recommend that you go and give Daniel's POV a read if you already haven't after reading this.

Words: 3.4k

Previous Part ← Daniel's POV The Arrangement Masterlist

Being here in Monaco with Daniel felt like you were in a dream. The yachts, the people, even watching the cars pass by as Daniel drove you around the city.

Daniel took you shopping after dropping your luggage off at the hotel. You walked into store after store, collecting bags as if there was no such thing as too much when it came to him.

A dress from Dior, an Alexander McQueen signature clutch, shoes from Gianvito Rossi, and a custom necklace from Bvlgari.

Going to the event with Daniel that evening was too easy. You just had to stand next to him and be able to feed off his energy all night. Talk to the people in the room, and make sure that you were polite to the wait staff.

Halfway through the evening, Daniel pulled you onto the dance floor for what should have been a tango. You had been the only two people on the floor. His lips had "accidentally" brushed against yours...

After you had left the party, you invited Daniel up to your hotel room for a drink. You had talked like that night in your apartment. Your dress and heels were getting a little uncomfortable so you said that you would quickly change and be right back.

You looked through your suitcase and saw that you had only packed a La Perla nightie. Stepping back into the living area, you could feel Daniel's eyes on you.

Would it be wrong of me to wonder why he hadn't tried to take things further? You thought to yourself, pouring yourself a glass of Champagne.

You had walked to the couch placing your feet on Daniel's lap, his hand resting on your calf drawing random patterns on your skin. You could feel your skin growing hot under his hands.

Your champagne glass had already been placed on the table as you were talking. You couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you tried to take this further. If he would even let you or try to stop you. You had always let Daniel set the pace and even slowed it down when it felt like he was rushing into this.

After he gave so much, was it wrong of you to want to be a little greedy? He never let himself take it further. You never felt like you had to push Daniel for more, but as you sat in the hotel suite with him you couldn't help but want more.

You moved closer to him, before reaching over to kiss him. And God was it worth the wait. His hands went to your thighs, pulling up the nightie. Your hands moved into his hair, while you could feel him grow hard under his dress pants, and the expensive lace of your panties.

Being with him was slow and languid, like the most intimate tango of your life. To tango alone with him was everything.

Daniel seemed to settle within your bedsheets, his fine curls against the white pillow. You had fallen asleep against him almost instantly. You had woken up a little while later, Daniel was sleeping on his stomach. You pulled yourself from the sheets, stealing his white dress shirt off the back of the couch before climbing back in bed.

You glanced at the long exposed skin of his back and couldn't help but place a light kiss on his shoulder blade before closing your eyes again. You were sure you would see him in the morning, he had promised you that he would be coming back home with you.

There were sounds in the room that seemed to pull you out of sleep.

"Daniel?" You questioned, slowly moving up in bed.

It didn't look like anyone was in the room with you. You moved from the bed and then out from under the sheets. There was a white notepad next to your jewelry, your eyes glanced into the mirror and you saw yourself as you stood there in Daniel's shirt, a light purple bruise -  correction, hickey on your neck. There was what looked like a red lipstick stain on the collar of the shirt that you were wearing. It was your favorite shade by Dior.

You looked down at the note, watching Daniel's handwriting turn frantic as the words kept going.

Hey babe,

Sorry, I couldn't stay. I know that I promised that I'd fly back home with you, but something came up with the team. So I'm needed ASAP.

I'll call when I can, I'll miss I'll see you soon. Hope you have a good flight.

Please text me when you get home safe... I don't want anything to happen to my girl you.

Danny Ric

Looking at this letter made you feel weird. You moved back onto the bed, and read it over again. It was strange, almost like this letter was written by the Daniel that you had first met in Vegas, not the Daniel that you knew.

Daniel wasn't that great at hiding the fact that he thought of you as his. You loved it when he called you his. You wore the jewelry that he bought you daily, lived in the apartment that he paid for, and wore clothes that he would pick out for you. You were his. Sleeping with him didn't change that.

It had been two months since you had seen or heard from Daniel. You had to find out online that Daniel was back driving in Formula 1. He didn't text or call you as his note said. It was just dead silence from him.

You were still using his credit card to pay for food and the few bills that you had like Netflix and Spotify. You knew that you should have stopped using his card after he hadn't gotten back to you.

You had been sitting on the couch eating Italian take-out, watching Gossip Girl, and looking at the offer letter you had gotten in your email earlier in the day. Serena had just gotten back together with Dan after he had judged her for something. You weren't really paying attention.

There had been a knock at your door, which was strange. Normally, the security guard at the front desk would call up first.

You moved the take-out container onto your coffee table before opening the door. As you pulled it open, your eyes widened looking at Daniel standing before you with a small bouquet of white Japanese Camellias.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

It was his apartment, he didn't have to ask to come in. You stood there for a moment before walking away from the door.

"I'm sorry." He sputtered trying to hand you the flowers. You didn't take them from him.

You watched as he walked in placing the bouquet in the vase you had that looked like a Lady Dior bag. There was no water in it but you could always add more later.

"Look, I know I shouldn't have left the morning after," Daniel said, as he leaned against the back of the cream couch in his hoodie and jeans. "I just... it was a lot for me, to know how I felt and then do that. Be with you."

You just look at him as he's standing there. You don't know what to say to him. He slept with you, bolted the morning after, and left you a scribbled note.

It was horrible to even think that what he did wasn’t that bad. Some girls got less after sleeping with a guy. Daniel had given you business class tickets to fly home, and you came back to a fully furnished apartment that he paid for.

There were never any hard promises with your arrangement. It was always one day at a time, at the pace that he would set. Either you would agree or you wouldn't. He never promised you more than that.

"So, what does that mean?" You pulled at the bottom of the oversized hoodie that you wore, it was pastel pink. You knew that it was also Daniel's. He had left it here before Monaco and said that you could keep it since it was a merch sample.

"I don't know." He said with a shake of his head. "I pay you... to spend time with me, in gifts, and clothing, and all this other stuff."

There were so many things that Daniel had given you over the time that you had known him.

"I won't pay you to sleep with me, it's not right." Well he was paying you still and you had slept with him.

"Who says that you'd be paying me to sleep with you? Maybe I just want to." You spoke up. Daniel probably knew that his money could buy him anything, even that. It was sweet that he didn't want you to think he was using his money to buy that from you.

"But you shouldn't." He started to say and then stopped after closing his eyes. "What I mean is, I can't keep doing this because of the money. I care too much for you now for it just to be what it was."

You cared about Daniel too. So you had to ask him something. Just have him think about what your relationship was like, without the money there.

"Can you think about our relationship for a second... without the money." You said slowly walking closer to him.

"What are you talking about?" He questioned almost cluelessly.

"What would we do while you were in town? And I don't mean the shopping." You wanted him to see that his money wasn't part of the equation.

"Dinner, and we'd go out to hang out with my friends, maybe watch a movie or something." You let Daniel get the words out, watching his face for a bit. He still looked serious, like he didn't understand.

"What am I to you Daniel? What do you call me in all your notes?" You asked.

"You... you're my girl." Hearing him say it made a small shiver run down your spine. You shook your head before walking closer to him.

"Why do you call me that?"

"Because you’re mine." He whispered, "I like spoiling what's mine."

You could hear a little realization in his voice.

You pressed yourself against his chest, lightly brushing your nose over his. You heard his breath catch in his throat. For the first time when it came to Daniel, you felt like you were the one fully in control.

You glanced to the side to see that Daniel's hands were laid flat against his pants. You reached for them, placing them at your hips. You wanted him to touch you, to feel you under his hands.

"It's okay, Daniel." You whispered. "You can have me."

Giving him the invitation was all it took. He pulled you in closer and then picked you up taking you to the couch. He plastered you to his chest, having your lips meet his with his hands quickly starting to card through your hair.

You knew that you still had things to talk about with him but it could wait.

You were starving for each other.

A few hours later, Daniel was sitting up against the headboard of your bed. You sometimes forget that he had never ventured this far into the apartment.

He was fidgeting with the delicate chain of the Tiffany bracelet that you wore. It was one of the few luxury pieces that you had that Daniel hadn't gotten you.

You looked up at him to see that his hair was a mess from tugging at it. He still looked so good though.

"Can you promise me something?" You asked him.

He looked to meet your eyes, not giving you much acknowledgment other than a slight nod.

"If we keep doing this," You pointed between the two of you. "Promise me that you know it's not about your money."

You wanted him to understand that it was more for you, you wouldn't say that you were in love but you cared about him. It wasn't about the money for you either, or the security of being taken care of. You were out of school and could find a job on your own if you needed to. You didn't need Daniel's money.

"But isn't that why this all started for you," He asked. "Because of the money."

"Yes, when I was in school." He seems to forget about that. "But I'm out of college now, I can find a job, maybe even take over paying the rent on this place."

You could but you didn't know how much Daniel was paying in rent. It was a 2-bedroom apartment in one of the nicest parts of the city. It isn't cheap.

"I don't pay rent on it." He said scratching at the back of his neck. "I bought it."

Your eyes widened. So when he had gotten you an apartment, he had bought you one... You didn't know how to feel about that.

"What about you?" You asked, changing the subject. "What started all this for you?"

You never knew Daniel's motivations for entering this arrangement.

"I needed a change, something to make me feel like I was worth something. A priority, if you will."

You moved the fluffy sheets around you before moving to sit in his lap. You could feel him bare under your thighs. You didn’t feel that exposed with the sheets around you and his hoodie covering your chest.

"You are worth so much." You leaned forward so your forehead was touching his. "All the money in the world can't compare."

Daniel let out a big laugh tucking his face into your hair. You couldn't help your smile from breaking through. That was a really cheesy thing to say.

He didn't pull back right away, probably lost in thought.

"I think that if we keep doing this," He started to say. He was slow to pull back from you. Wanting to cherish feeling you against him. "You need to know that it'll be more for me than it was."

You figured it would be more. It wouldn't be just dinners, flying you out whenever it worked for both of you, and shopping.

"I understand." You said tracing over the tattoo close to his collarbone.

"No, like, I have feelings for you. Real feelings. And I can't do this if you don't feel anything for me in return." He placed his hand over yours on his chest.

You weren't in love with him, sure you could see yourself one day falling for him but it wouldn’t be right for you to say that.

"I do have feelings for you, but I never thought that you would let me get close enough to see if there was more than attraction." It wasn't exactly what you wanted to say. Even saying that didn't feel easy.

You could see his shoulders deflate a little, not happy with what you told him. His head moved back against the headboard, and you saw him swallow heavily. Part of you thought he would get up and leave. He didn’t, he stayed in bed letting himself contemplate for a bit.

“When did it become more for you? Italy? Meeting Scotty and my friends?” He asked finally, looking to meet your eyes.

There were a few questions you thought he would ask, but that wasn’t one of them.

It wasn’t hard to think back to that. It was too easy. You had gone out to dinner with him, it was probably within the first eight months of knowing each other, and you had to walk down the street late at night. Daniel had taken your hand and insisted that he be the one to walk closest to the sidewalk. It was an off thing to cherish in a partner, it made you see that not all chivalry was dead yet.

So you told him that, watched as his face moved as the words left your mouth. He looked surprised with a light blush falling over his cheeks. “That’s when I knew it was more, I knew that I couldn’t make you give me more, so I let you give me what you could, until Monaco. By then I was sick of waiting. I needed more… So I took it.” You had been selfish that night, taking what you wanted.

It was weird, now knowing that Daniel wanted it too.

"I guess that means that we're both in this." He finally said. You leaned closer to him, letting your lips meet before feeling his hands move up to your thighs.

"This means," He said, quickly flipping you onto your back. You let out a loud laugh. "That since you’re mine, I get to keep taking care of you."

He hovered over you before he dropped his head to your neck, lightly trailing kisses over your skin. You couldn't help but try to shift under him, your legs were locked over his back.

"Know what that means?" He asked. You shook your head no slowly, feeling his nose nuzzle you behind your ear.

"There is... no way... I'm letting you... get a job." He lightly kissed your skin in between words before he shifted on top of you to pay attention to the other side of your neck.

You shook your head in disagreement before pecking him on the lips. Let him think that you weren’t going to end up getting a job, for now.

Eventually, you turned on the lights in the bedroom off needing some sleep. You pressed yourself up against Daniel, scared that there was a possibility of him leaving before you woke up in the morning.

“Don’t worry, babe.” He muttered into your hair before kissing your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You closed your eyes thinking of his promise, his hands traveling down your back. It was easy being able to drift off next to him, the room dark with the city lights peeking in through the window in the room.

You had woken up the next morning to the sound of cursing coming from your kitchen. You pulled the sheets closer to you before opening your eyes to see the other pillow that was normally fluffed had a dent in it.

“How do you work this damn thing?” You heard a familiar accent say.

You let yourself lay in bed a little longer before getting up and walking into the closet to throw a sweatshirt on and some shorts. You couldn’t find the one you wanted to wear in your closet, it was probably in the washing machine. So, you pulled on a short pink dress instead quickly and then walked out of your closet to see Daniel’s hoodie on the edge of your bed. You took it with you, laying it over the back of the sofa in the living room before walking into the kitchen.

Daniel had just turned around holding your beloved coffee mug in his hand. It was wet, and you could make out small puddles of water by the sink.

He gave you a big smile before placing the cup into the stand for the coffee maker.

“How's my girl this morning?” He asked.

“Pretty good.” You replied, getting closer. You were more than pretty good. Daniel was still here. He hadn’t left.

You moved your arms around his waist and then pecked him on the lips before he deepened it. His hands moved up to cradle your cheek slowly pulling away. He looked a little surprised. As if he couldn’t believe that you were still standing in front of him.

“I know I bought the place, but can you please show me how to use this thing?” He said, gesturing to the coffee maker.

You laughed, pulling away from him a bit, and then quickly kissed his stubbly cheek before pressing one of the buttons on the coffee maker. You had gone into your fridge to pull out oat milk for Daniel, while your cup filled up with coffee and the normal milk that you used.

Daniel just watched you wander around the kitchen, he thanked you once you made his latte and then made your way over to the couch. You and Daniel spent the next few hours together, at some point, he insisted on watching a movie, and you sat and listened to him quote the lines that he knew, and corrected him on the lines that he had forgotten.

SD!Danny Ric Series: @hc-dutch, @taylorslovesswifties13, @thatsusbitch, @laneyspaulding19, @basicallyric, @divya14, @zafetycar, @brekkers-whore, @cixrosie

[shadowdaddies]

Hello there, could i request Rowaelin x reader who is a germophobe and always fussing about keeping things clean and organized. And when Rowen comes back from mission's covered in dirt and blood reader is always there to make sure he gets cleaned properly ( despite the fact that hes a grown male).

Hope you have a good day/night

thank you, I hope you have a great day as well!💜

Come Clean

poly!Rowaelin x Reader

Warnings: very suggestive towards the end

The front door creaked open, your shriek piercing the air at the sight of the large fae male standing in the threshold. He paused, foot hanging above the floor as green eyes darted to where you were seated.

“Rowan Whitethorn, don’t you dare enter this house with those muddy boots on!” You scolded, quickly striding across the room to kneel in front of where he stood. He released an exasperated sigh, leaning against the frame as he allowed you to untie his boots and toss them outside. 

A gasp sounded from behind you, Aelin clicking her tongue as she shook her head at Rowan. A smirk played on her lips as she teased, “Rowan, how could you possibly think to enter this house with shoes on?”

You whipped your head around to see her clutching her chest in mock horror, the smugness fading slightly as you shot her a glare. 

“Excuse me for trying to keep the blood and dirt out of this home,” you muttered, shaking your head as you walked towards the sink. Grabbing a washcloth, you looked back towards Rowan, eyes studying his dirtied form. 

“Do you have any injuries?” you asked, voice laced with concern as you wetted the washcloth in the basin. Rowan’s eyes softened, shining like glittering emeralds as he smiled at you in admiration. 

“No, I’m alright. None if this blood is mine,” he reassured you. Your nose scrunched slightly at the thought of strangers’ blood being tracked across your clean floors, but you managed to push that concern aside to focus on Rowan. 

You lightly cupped his cheek, bringing the washcloth to gently clean the dirt from his face. His arms wrapped around you, warm hands secure on your hips as he pulled you closer.

“Rowan! Ugh, now I need a bath, too,” you grumbled, frowning at the dirt he’d spread on your dress.

Aelin laughed from where she stood. “I’ll go draw a bath for you, Row,” she called, turning as she set off for the bathroom.

Rowan smirked down at you, hunger in his gaze as he lowered his head, lips brushing your own. “Good. We can take that bath together,” he murmured, lips moving to nip at your ear.

Gasping at his touch, you lightly pushed Rowan away, shaking your head at his antics. “I am NOT getting in that tub with you all filthy like this. We’re getting these clothes off of you, and you can take a long bath. Alone.”

Rowan hummed, interlocking his fingers through yours as he led you towards the bathroom with him. “Well, I have no problem with you taking my clothes off,” he retorted with a wink.

Aelin rolled her eyes at him from where she stood by the tub. “You can take off your own clothes, Buzzard.” Her gaze flicked to where you stood in the doorframe, tongue flicking out over her lips as she looked at your soiled dress. 

“I’ll be sure to help our girl change into some clean clothes of her own. After I take those off of her, of course.” Aelin flashed Rowan a devilish grin, her arm wrapping possessively around your waist as she guided you from the bathroom. 

Grabbing the door handle, you gave Rowan a wink as Aelin began untying the laces of your dress. “You’d better hurry up and get clean, Row, if you don’t want to be left out,” you purred, letting your dress drop to the floor as you shut the door in his face.

[thewulf]

Who are You? || Jake Seresin

Summary: After breaking up with you lovely cheating fiancée you find a place to stay at your Aunt Penny's house in San Diego. You might just get more than you bargained for when you meet the Jake Seresin.

A/N: First attempt at Top Gun, loved writing for him!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 4,700+

Part 2

Life came at you fast. One moment you were planning your wedding with the supposed ‘love of your life’ Aaron, the next you were on the floor of your shared apartment wondering why he had to go and ruin everything. You and Aaron had met back in college when you were both studying engineering. He swept you off your feet, quite literally. A mishap in a chemistry lab had him picking you up so you wouldn’t get burned. From then on, the two of you had been inseparable.

Aaron was everything you wanted in a man. He was sweet, kind, funny and just an overall good person to be around. At least, that’s what you thought. The two of you moved to Michigan after graduating, both of you securing well-paying engineering jobs. You thought you were happy, you thought you’d start a life in Michigan but apparently Aaron had other plans.

You stated noticing odd behaviors from your fiancée five years into the relationship. His once calm and kind demeanor changed ever so slightly. He snapped at you often, something your Aaron wouldn’t have dreamed of doing even just a year prior. He wasn’t fun to be around anymore, you tried to make jokes that would have made him laugh and crack one back with you, but he just rolled his eyes at you instead.

You weren’t sure when it all started culminating but you were damn near a breaking point. Five years into a relationship and his personality changed so drastically over the last six months. You tried taking advice from both your mom and aunts, but nothing worked.

All the tension came to a head when you were out one night with a friend, Mandy, heading to the local bars. Aaron was supposed to be gone for the week on a work trip. He was indeed not on a work trip. Mandy spotted him and excitedly tried to drag you over to him. Your eyes widened and you yanked your arm away from her. She didn’t know Aaron was supposed to be gone. You quickly ducked your head and walked to a side of the bar you were sure he couldn’t see you from. Mandy was clearly confused but followed you anyway.

“He’s not supposed to be here Mandy.” Y/N said while quietly sipping on the whisky sour you had ordered earlier.

“Where’s he supposed to be then?” She asked with confusion laced on her brow.

Y/N took a slow and drawn-out breath while closing her eyes knowing something wasn’t right. Mandy was looking at you expectantly when you opened your eyes again, “Minnesota, for work.”

She bit her lip trying to come up with any excuse for him in the book. You gave her a sad smile while shifting around a few people trying to get a better line of sight on the liar.

Your heart sunk when a beautiful girl seemed to appear out of thin air wrapping her dainty arms around your fiancée. You bit the inside of your cheek hard, trying to will the tears that were threatening to spill to stay put. You continued to watch half hoping it was just a friend, God willing it’d just be a friend. Your heart shattered when he placed a soft kiss on her lips smiling like the fucking idiot he was. Your teeth clenched down harder drawing a metallic taste from your mouth.

“Oh, Y/N, let’s go.” Mandy softly grabbed at your arm attempting to pull you away from the bar. Your legs felt like lead as she tried to drag you away. You couldn’t hear anything nor process what you saw. You heard your heart beating slow and not so steady. Closing your eyes again you swallowed the blood that pooled in your mouth.

“I should go up to him.” You mumbled ignoring Mandy’s protests.

This time Mandy squeezed your arm trying to get you to snap out of whatever daze you were in, “That’d be an awful idea Y/N. Take some pictures and let’s go home.”

You nodded taking another sip from your sour, nearly hissing when it hit the open wound from your cheek bite. The fucking loser was continuing to hurt you without even realizing it. Mandy snapped a few more pictures making sure to get everything.

That’s how you landed on the floor of your shared apartment silently crying. The gravity of the situation finally hit you, your life you wanted to start was over. Aaron ruined it before it could really begin.

You sent the pictures to your mom and aunts who, of course, were nothing but supportive. They helped to get you out of the situation. Your mom flew in to help you pack your things and your Aunt Penny offered to let you come out to San Diego and live with her for a while. You worked it out with your boss, he agreed to let you work from home rather than lose you completely. You were free to go to San Diego for the next six months.

The actual breakup was heartbreaking yet again. Aaron almost looked relieved when you ended it only confirming your worst nightmare, being used in a relationship. It was a blessing in disguise you kept telling yourself as you made the 35-hour drive to your Aunt Penny’s. It certainly was the biggest blessing in disguise for Y/N.

You pulled up to Penny’s blue home three days after starting your cross-country road trip. You smiled taking in the views around you, smelling the salty ocean air that was unfamiliar to you. The air was warm and refreshing and the ocean front views went on for miles. Penny and Amelia ran outside to greet you, more than excited to have you come stay with them.

“Y/N!” Amelia yelled running up to you throwing herself into your outstretched arms.

“Meals!” You enthusiastically replied, “you’ve grown.” You whispered into her hair as you held her closely.

“You would have known that if you visited.” She stuck her tongue out at you after getting a better look at you.

You ruffled her hair sighing, realizing just how much you missed out because of Aaron. “I know, that’s on me. Don’t let stupid boys make decisions for you.” She nodded her head smiling while backing away, giving room for Penny to sneak in.

“It’s okay,” Penny cooed pulling you into a hug, “we’ve got plenty of time to catch up.”

You nodded your head feeling very good about the decision to stow away at the Benjamin household for a while. “How’ve you been Aunt Pen?” You asked while grabbing a suitcase out of the back. Amelia came around and started unloading the contents with you.

“Been wonderful.” She grinned ear to ear.

“Moms got a boyfriend.” Amelia giggled while wiggling her eyebrows, “A pilot boyfriend.”

“Really?” You asked your aunt, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

She nodded, “I do. He’ll be around tonight.”

“What’s tonight? Anything happening?” Y/N asked nobody in particular.

Amelia ran inside with your items leaving you alone with Penny.

“Nothing major. I’ve got to close the Hard Deck tonight. He usually stops by to say hello. Along with a few other aviators.”

You smirked at your blushing aunt, “A boyfriend huh? Is he cute? What’s his name? Can I come tonight?”

She laughed at your rapid-fire questions, “Of course he’s cute! Very handsome. His name is Pete Mitchell.” Penny smiled thinking about him. “And yes of course you can come on by, it’s always a good time on a Friday night.”

“Oh, so you’re in love love.” Y/N smirked grabbing the last of the items from your car.

Penny shrugged, “A bit.”

“How do I look Amelia?” You asked your cousin as you walked down the stairs.

She grinned setting down the book she was reading, “Beautiful, as always.”

“You’re way too nice to me Meals.” You smiled sitting down next to her on the couch.

She shrugged, looking eerily like her mother, “It’s the truth.”

“We’ll thank you, you’re my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin!” She laughed punching you in the shoulder lightly.

“Precisely.” You winked getting up from the couch. “So, what am I walking into?” You eyed the fridge containing beer, you knew one would calm your nerves.

She peeked back over her book, “Lots of flyboys. All cute too. Some cool girls come around too.”

You nodded cracking open the beer, getting rather nervous hearing that, “Pretty cute hmm?”

She nodded her head enthusiastically, “I think so. They’re all very kind. Just twice my age. So, it’s more of a looking situation for me.”

“Not twice mine.”

Amelia giggled shaking her head, “Mom always says no flyboys. I assume she’ll say the same for you. Bit of a hypocrite she is.”

This time it was your turn to laugh, “Sounds like she knows something.”

Amelia nodded looking down at the time, “You better go if you want to beat Mav there.”

“Mav?”

“Maverick, it’s Pete’s callsign. They all have one.”

You nodded finishing the rest of the beer, “I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.”

“You’ll have fun! Go! Don’t think of that stupid boy either. Enjoy the night.” She shot up from her spot on the couch and began pushing you towards the front door.

You put your hands up, “Alright, alright! Have a good night, Meals.”

“You to! But not too much.”

You hesitantly walked towards the Hard Deck really regretting your decision to go out tonight. You just weren’t feeling up to it now. All you really wanted to do was grab a pint of ice cream and hang out with Amelia.

Sighing you pushed open the door to the bar taking in your surroundings quickly. Everybody appeared to be normal, no flyboys in sight. Smiling you walked over to the bar spotting Penny’s blonde hair.

“There you are, was beginning to worry you wouldn’t show.” She grinned grabbing you a beer and setting it down in front of you.

“Thanks Pen. Your daughter distracted me when I was leaving.”

She shook her head, “Pete and the crew should be here any moment.”

You nodded taking a big sip of the beer, hoping to feel lightly buzzed before meeting a bunch of new people.

True to Penny’s word a few people in uniform came waltzing through. All of them seemed to ooze confidence which sent you scrunching down in your chair trying to avoid any and all eye contact. It’s not that you didn’t like meeting new people, it’s just that they were all so intimidating. You snapped your head back to Penny with wide eyes.

“What’s the matter?” She laughed pouring what you assumed to be Pete’s beer.

“They’re terrifying.” You whispered leaning in close.

She let out an alarmingly loud laugh that you were sure grabbed the attention of the crew, “Hardly love. They may look it but they’re a bunch of hooligans.”

“I can attest to that.” A male voice spoke from behind sending you nearly jumping out of your seat.

“Jesus.” You took a breath and turned around to look at the very handsome man.

“Pete! This is Y/N. She finally made it in from Michigan.” Penny handed him his beer as he sat down next to you.

“Hello.” You smiled at him taking another good look at him while sipping on your own beer.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Penny’s told me all about you.”

You turned to your aunt with a raised brow, “She’s always had a big mouth.”

“Hey!” Penny laughed hitting you with the bar rag, “Only good things I promise Y/N.”

“I believe you Aunt Pen.” You smiled brightly at your aunt.

“Alright, let me go serve the kids and I’ll be back.” She winked at the both of you before turning around to a ‘kid’ who was sporting a rather pornstache looking mustache. You noticed him pointing over to you and Penny looking back at you. Rather uncomfortably you turned your entire body to Pete and tried to distract yourself.

“So, Pete, are you good to my Aunt Pen?”

He smiled watching her pour beers and hand them to the kid, “Of course. I lost her once and I’m certainly not planning on doing that again.”

“Good.” You nodded taking another swig from your glass.

“And you? What’s your story kiddo?”

You sighed not really wanting to get into the nitty gritty details with Penny’s boyfriend, “My fiancée cheated on me. I needed to get away and Penny offered her place for a while.”

He nodded slowly taking you in this time, “Sorry kid. People suck sometimes.”

You bobbed your head unsure what to say to the man, “Indeed they do.” You said while sighing, finishing off the beer.

“Not all of them suck,” he smirked finishing his off at the same time, “Looks like somebody else has some eyes for you.” He set his glass down and stood up, motioning for that somebody to come over.

“Don’t leave me.” You pleaded seeing him start to walk away.

He laughed, “From what Penny tells me, you’ll be able to handle him just fine.” He winked and disappeared behind a few people. You sighed yet again scrunching your nose up, not too thrilled with the situation you had landed yourself in.

“Need another?” A new voice spoke from behind. Y/N turned around slowly shyly smiling at the aviator in behind her. 

“Uhh, sure.” You bit your lip turning back towards the bar cursing your inability to even hold a conversation with the handsome stranger.

“You mind?” He pointed to the chair.

You shook your head no racking your brain for anything to say to the man sitting beside you. He was beautiful Y/N thought. A far departure from her once fiancée Aaron, the stranger sported blonde hair and green eyes, stunning green eyes. Y/N took a breath and smiled again at him.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman.” He grinned calling Penny over to refill both drinks.

You couldn’t stop the light blush that crept across your face, earning a chuckle from the handsome stranger sitting next to you.

“Don’t even think about it Hangman.” Penny spoke eyeing her niece and the serial player sitting close together, “Not my niece.” She glared at him taking both glasses.

He chuckled sticking his hand out to you, “Jake Seresin, callsign Hangman.”

You took his hand gingerly in yours shaking it briefly, “Nice to meet you.” You eyed him curiously waiting for an explanation that was never going to come.

“Hangman?” You questioned.

“Long story.” He nodded scooting ever so slightly closer to you.

“Like the kids game?” 

This time he laughed, loudly, drawing the attention of his fellow aviators. “Exactly like the kids game.”

You nodded, “That’s interesting.”

“Just like me sweetheart.”

You could feel another blush creep up, you mentally cursed your face for giving you away so easily. Y/N was flustered. Aaron wasn’t nearly as smooth as this beautiful man was before you. You didn’t know how to deal with this level of boldness, not quite used to the attention he was giving you.

Penny saved your racing thoughts setting the beers down rather hard eyeing Jake in the process. “I’ve got my eye on you Seresin.” She smiled walking away back over to Maverick on the other side of the bar. 

“What’s that about?” You asked sincerely hoping for an honest answer from the man sitting even more closely now, not that you minded.

“Nothing sweetheart.” he finally looked back up into your eyes stopping whatever he was going to say. 

This time it was his turn to sigh, “I might have a small reputation.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you took a long drawn-out sip of your beer waiting for him to go on.

He ran a hand through his hair trying to figure out what to say to the beautiful woman sitting next to him. He wasn’t sure what had come over him, but her eyes stopped his usual spiel. It was like she was bearing her entire soul to him in just the way she was looking at him. He sucked in a breath before continuing.

“A playboy reputation?” He spoke timidly, grinning at her but he knew she could see right through it.

“Ahh, there it is.” Y/N clicked her tongue almost afraid to look back him. You knew you would get sucked back into his eyes, all green and perfect. It’s always the eyes for Y/N.

He gulped knowing his next words would dictate the way the rest of his night would go, “Come over and meet my friends. They’re a great group of people.”

You looked at him expectantly considering the options. He quickly pivoted away from that statement. Bud what else did you have to lose? You knew his end game now and you certainly weren’t going to let him take you home tonight.

“Sure.” You nodded standing from your seat. He grabbed your beer and led you over to the small group of people standing around the pool table. Jake cleared his through garnering the attention of the crew.

“This is Y/N, our dear Penny’s niece.”

“We know.” Pornstache guy smiled walking over to you, “Penny told me.” He winked at Jake before continuing looking down at you, “Bradley Bradshaw ma’am, these assholes call me Rooster.”

You smiled seeing the rest of the group groan telling him to shut up, “Nice to meet you, Bradley.” You opted for using his real name, not quite comfortable enough to use the nicknames just yet.

“These two are both trouble.” The lone female stepped up and pulled you away, “Natasha, or Phoenix.” She smiled snatching your beer away from Jake before handing it back to you. “Those two playing pool are Payback and Bob.”

You waved quickly turning your attention back to Natasha, “It’s a pleasure to meet you all, although slightly overwhelming.”

She laughed patting your back, “You just missed the big group. We just wrapped up a mission a few days ago. Everybody is getting reassigned. I luckily get to stay for a while longer with these smooth brains.” 

“Hey now,” Jake walked back over eyeing you subtly, “You love us Phoenix.”

She scoffed, “Love is a word you can use.” She spoke while rolling her eyes.

“So, Y/N,” Jake spoke in his oddly attractive southern draw, you turned you attention back to the man, “where are you from? What’s your story?”

You noticed the rest of the crew go back to what they were doing leaving you with Jake, Phoenix shaking her head used to Jake’s antics. 

You tapped your glass thinking of what you wanted to tell him, “From Ohio, lived in Michigan, broke up with a guy and now I’m here.” You nodded your head knowing that’s all you wanted to say.

He chuckled this time taking his turn to respond. Noting that Y/N was closed off. “You want to go for a walk darling?”

You eyed him curiously, “Are you going to murder me?”

You earned a snort from him this time, “Now why would I do that to the beautiful woman I’m trying to take out on a date?”

You shrugged, “Just something a murderer would suggest.” You smiled up at him charmingly, “Wait, did you say date?”

“I did beautiful.” Smirking he took a long drink from his glass. You gulped eyeing him, how could one be so attractive taking a drink of beer?

You hummed keeping your eyes on him as he lowered his glass, “Maybe. You’ll have to convince me though.” You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could muster, trying to form some sort of confidence.

“Well let me take you on a walk then darling.” He grinned setting his empty glass down on a table. 

“Alright,” you set your glass down and turned towards Natasha, “if I don’t come back though, he did it.” You pointed towards Jake.

She laughed, ��Jake is many things, I don’t think he’s slick enough to get away with murder though.”

Jake rolled his eyes and softly touched your wrist, “May I?”

You snapped your body back around feeling his warm touch on your arm, “Okay.” You spoke while your brain short circuited from the contact. He pulled your arm gently into his side bringing you closely to him. You were sure your heart was about to beat right out of your chest.

The two of you walked slowly down the beach in a comfortable silence listening to the waves crash onto shore.

“From Ohio? And moved to Michigan?” He asked softly not wanting to startle you.

You hummed agreeing with his statement, “Got my degree and found a job in Michigan. It’s a beautiful state, just too cold in the winter.”

He chuckled, “It doesn’t get too cold in Texas.”

“That where you’re from?”

“Yes ma’am.” He spoke while rubbing his thumb along your forearm sending a wave of chills down your body. “Born and raised, Texas is home.”

“Never been.” You admitted.

He gasped, “Well I’ll be. I’ll take you there one day.” He squeezed your arm gently.

“Oh really?”

“If you let me that is.” He spoke sounding rather nervous, a far cry from his previous flirting.

“We’ll see Tic Tac Toe.”

He threw his head back laughing loudly, “Hangman darling.”

“I like Candyland better.” You looked up to him for the first time since you two left the bar smiling as his green eyes reflected the sunset on the horizon. 

“Well, I’ll tell you what darling,” he stopped abruptly which halted you in place, “you can call me whatever kids game you want if you let me take you out?”

Giggling you bit your cheek to suppress the grin forming on your face, “That’s a tempting offer.”

He nodded, “Then take it.” He winked down at you pulling you slightly closer to him.

You did want to take his offer. He was a beautiful man practically begging you to go on one date with him. Why were you so apprehensive? Was it the look Penny gave you before you went off with him? Was it the thought of even attempting to form a new relationship so soon after the last one ended? Was it simply because you were scared? You looked up at him biting your lip softly trying to form a coherent sentence with him looking at you so expectantly.

“What’s got you thinking so hard beautiful?” He asked while raising his eyebrow, curious to the girl’s apprehension. Jake wasn’t used to it. Sure, women have played hard to get but he always knew their end game. With you? He wasn’t so sure. You were shy, quiet and seemed uncertain. Something was stopping you and it was already driving Jake mad. You were simply different, as cliché as that sounds. You clearly wanted to entertain his advances, but he could not figure out the why, yet.

You hummed still trying to figure out what to say to him. Of course, the stupid blush you couldn’t hide crept back up onto your face. Should you just tell him the truth? You didn’t want to offload so much onto this nearly complete stranger, but he seemed so earnest, so eager to learn about you that you had the urge to.

Still stopped on the supposed walk you were supposed to be taking you finally garnered the courage to speak to him, “Jake, I just got out of a long and quite frankly heartbreaking relationship. I don’t know if I’m ready yet. I don’t want to string you along or hurt you.” You finished the last part of your statement quietly, so quietly you weren’t sure if he heard it.

There it was, he knew there had to be something. He also knew you were a total sweetheart just in the admission. You didn’t want to hurt him?

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

This question made you think. Did you want to talk about it? You’ve only talked to your mom about it, Penny a bit but the nitty gritty details were left out. You did want to talk about it, but with Jake? You weren’t sure.

“I don’t want to unload on you like that, I hardly know you.” You admitted sheepishly avoiding his gaze that never seemed to leave your face.

“And how do people get to know other people Y/N?” He asked sincerely, not trying to sound like an asshole but really trying to get to know you.

You let a small chuckle escape your mouth nodding your head to his point, “They talk.”

“Exactly.” He grinned at you once you finally got the courage to look back up to him, “And I asked about that, I want to know. But if you don’t want me to know that’s alright. There’s many things to talk about.”

You shook your head more in disbelief than anything, “Who are you, Jake? My aunt obviously thinks of you a certain way yet you’re speaking to me like somebody completely different.”

He shrugged, “She sees a certain persona that I want everybody to see. I’m not just that person, that’d make me a pretty awful person.”

“Then why do you put that persona out there?” You questioned, genuinely curious.

“That’s a great question Y/N. One that I’m still figuring out.”

You nodded at his honesty deciding to air out your own baggage to him, “My fiancée cheated on me. I’m not sure how many times or when it started but I caught him out one night at the bar making out with somebody else.” You spoke quickly.

He softly squeezed your arm in comfort, “That’s no man, darling. Dodged yourself a bullet.”

“Spent way to long chasing and holding onto that bullet.” You sighed.

The rest of your walk with Jake consisted of you spilling every detail, to an extent, to him. Something felt so right talking with him. He was the first person who just listened and let you speak your mind. He spoke up when you needed him to, but he let you get it al out. You also learned quite about him in return, you weren’t going to let him get away knowing so much of your baggage without knowing some of his.

He talked about the ‘one that got away’ and how he fucked it up. How his insecurities let the best thing that’s ever happened to him walk away. He admitted to you that he didn’t want to do that again, to feel such sadness knowing it was from your own mistakes.

Before the both of you knew it you spent two hours walking up and down the now dark beach as the sun had set hours prior. When you finally got back to the Hard Deck your aunt was closing the place down with Pete sitting there patiently waiting on her. You didn’t see any of the other aviators as you looked around.

“Have fun?” Penny asked eyeing you curiously seeing as who you came back to the bar with.

You nodded walking to her, Jake in tow, “I did.”

“Me too.” Jake chimed in placing his hand at the small of your back. You could not stop the shiver that ripped down your body from the feeling. You could have sworn you heard Jake laugh softly in response.

Penny smiled shaking her head, “That’s good. What’d you two do?”

You noticed Pete listening in but trying to make it seem like he wasn’t, “Just walked and talked.” You admitted without admitting a single thing.

Penny smiled eyeing Jake yet again, “Just, be careful.” She spoke to you.

“I am, don’t worry Aunt Pen.”

“It’s not you that I’m worried about.” She answered truthfully earning a chuckle from the tall blonde pilot.

“I can promise you Penny, there’s no way I could hurt this one right here. If anything, she’ll go breaking my heart.”

You rolled your eyes trying to play it off cool, but the blush had another idea. Penny grinned like a Cheshire cat seeing your reaction to his over-the-top statement. Penny handed the two of you another round of beers, on her, before quickly turning her attention back to cleaning and Pete.

Gaining some confidence as he led you away from earshot you finally said what you wanted to, “So Jake, about that date?

Part 2

[raggstosketches]

Emmy - The Porcelain Doll

TADC OC.

Emmy came into the Circus not long after Ragatha. She was quick to realize her fate to be trapped within the circus and gave up pretty quickly on trying to find a way out, seeing it wasn’t only a waste of energy but also her sanity. She tends to be a lot more reserved than the other members and doesn’t have a lot to say. Unless she gets mad, to which she doesn’t hold back!

Don’t be fooled by the lace and spring bonnet as she’s not just any dainty doll, she will get her hands dirty if the time calls for it! She has absolutely no problem speaking up against Jax and putting him in his place. After all if he breaks her, Caine can fix her. Her mentality carries over to the adventures as she usually doesn’t come back to the tent in one piece.

But her fears and anxiety’s about being stuck there still eat away at her as her fragile body cracks, not just from physical pain, but internal as well. They slowly form the more time she remains there and they have even gotten to the point where the cracks have made her loose her sight in one of her eyes. However, amongst all the chaos that the digital circus brings, Emmy still enjoys her time to draw and loves to host tea parties with Ragatha, Gangle, Pomni, Zooble and Kinger.

Out of everyone in the circus, Emmy is closest to Ragatha. She and Ragatha have been in the circus nearly the same amount of time so they’ve been through a lot together. However…they’re very different types of dolls. Emmy can be pessimistic and biter at times and Ragatha is caring and positive. This caused them to not get along well at the beginning as Emmy kept herself pretty closed off. It wasn’t until Queenie abstracted that something snapped in Emmy to allow her to be more open and vulnerable to the other circus members; including Ragatha. Now the two of them are pretty inseparable as Ragatha is one of the only individuals that Emmy can relate to.

After all, dolls got to stick together!

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I used Babette, Bo Peep, and Lady as inspiration for her! As well as all types of vintage dolls.

[kelppsstuff]

All these exorcists looking so serious

How about an exorcist reader who's only stoic when fighting but she's genuinely such a cheerful and positive darling?

":0! GUYS LOOK!!" "Awh, don't be sad, I bet lotsa other angels would like to be with you!" "I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to bump into you while flying babes :(("

- sweetheart anon

“Kisses!”

Summary: Basically just a sweet heart angel who kills sinners and has magical kisses!

Warnings: None I can think of!

F!Reader

Navigation — other works!

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“Ouch! Shit.” I look to my left, catching sight of Ariel clenching her side. I hurried over to her — sitting her down while I called for a medic to rush over. “Oh my gosh — are you okay?” I asked, worry laced in my tone.

“Yeah I’m good Y/N. Just need a stitch.” I felt bad at the sight of her wincing in pain. “Oh you poor thing. Muwah, there all better!” I smiled sweetly at her, kisses always makes things better. “Thank you.” She gave me a sweet smile to — and for a moment I saw her relax.

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“FUCKING SHIT BALLS!” I looked over to the only man who would have such a vocabulary. Adam.

I walked over to him — giving him a worried glance over. “Are you okay? What happened?” I put my hand on his arm — since he was two tall for me to reach his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “I’m cool or whatever I just stubbed my toe.”

“Awe, I’m so sorry. Muwah.” I used my wings to fly me up enough to give a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s, it’s whatever dude.” I could see the smile he had on his face — or maybe it was a smirk.

More often the not after that — Adam always hurt himself being clumsy when I was around. And every time my kisses made him feel better. They were magical.

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“I swear if I have another sinner punch me one more time I’m going to lose it.” I sip my boba tea as I watch Lute rub the bruise forming on her cheek.

She had gotten a bit bruised up in this last extermination. I couldn’t help but feel guilty that I wasn’t there to help her.

I leaned over the table and gave a kiss to her cheek. A slight blush formed over her face, I could see her rolling her eyes. Though the slight grin on her face told me she was in a lot better mood.

“You should totally try some of my boba tea!”

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“How did you get in to this elite group anyway?” Ariel asked, I could tell it was genuine curiosity and not teasing like some others did.

To be honest I couldn’t blame someone for doubting my abilities — but I think people tend to forget that we are in a heaven. Not all of us are killing machines.

“I guess I just passed the exam. I had an opportunity and I took it. It’s worked out for me this far.” Me and her shared a little laugh before I offered her some of my candies.

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I used my sword to slice off a sinners head quickly, not wanting to draw out his death.

Looking over to my right I saw Ariel get kicked into a wall. I flew quickly to her — helping her up. “I think they broke my rib.” I felt it, and yep she definitely did. “Head over to the portal, I think we’re leaving soon.” My voice was emotionless as I gave her a kiss to her cheek.

I rush after the sinner who ran away. I flew in front of him and he ran down an alley way. “Just you and me.” I spoke out drawing my sword. Before he could make a sound I stabbed him through the mouth and pinned him to the alley wall.

Some of his blood splattered on my face as the life in his eyes died. “Time to pay the piper.”

“Now that, was badass.” I looked over to Adam, and Lute. Adam was clapping, a proud smile on his face while Lute looked away — nervous.

I pulled my sword away from the sinner before running over to the two. “Is the portal open yet? Ariel got hurt.” Wordiness was in my tone — to which Adam grabbed chin, stoping me from talking.

“Sush babe — it’s all under control.”

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I sighed out as I read over Adam’s report. It was normal he’d come to me with his paper work when Lute was busy.

“What? That’s like the fifth sigh.” I looked up to the first man. To be honest I hadn’t really known I was sighing that much.

“It’s just — I give everybody kisses or blow them ones when they are feeling down.”

Adam sat beside me, “uh huh.” Gesturing for me to continue. “Well it’s just sometimes I wish I could get some kisses when I get hurt or feel down.”

“Muwah.” I looked to my left where Adam was sitting. I smiled as I cached the kiss he blew.

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“Ariel!” My friend looked over to me, “hm?”

“You’ll never guess what’s been happening over the last few months!” She gave me a confused look, “what’s been happening?”

“So you know Adam right? Our boss? First man? Rockstar?” Ariel gave me a smile, “I think I’ve heard of him.”

“Oh Ariel don’t be silly — you’ve seen him. Did you hit your head?”

“That was sarcasm.”

“Oh.”

…

…

…

“Well? What’s been happening these last few months?” She asked after a long silence.

“Oh right! So you know how I give hugs, or kisses, or make people cakes when they get sad or hurt?” Ariel nodded her head, “one of many things I like about you.”

I smiled at her adorableness. “Well — I told Adam I get sad when no one does that for me and well now every time I’m not in a good mood or I hurt myself he’ll pat my head, or blow me a kiss, or will be really sweet.”

“Adam?!”

“Yeah! Like today I dropped my boba tea and he wrapped his wing around me and gave me his!”

“Aweeeeee.”

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Lute got up from the chair, cursing loudly when she hit her shin. “Muwah.” She slowly looked over to Adam, and he slowly look up from gutair.

“This never happened.”

His voice was low, and you could see his embarrassment through his mask.

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A/N: it’s been awhile, hi! So I’m not going to be posting daily, or to to much, but I’m going o try and get more stuff out. I’ve been inactive and that’s just because in my opinion I haven’t been writing well — and I don’t want to put out writing I don’t love. I will eventually get to your request, however it won’t be immediate. I’m sorry this is so short and please have a lovely day!

[sunshinesteviee]

for the domestic prompts (which are all so so cute!) how about dad steve? with

#8 - playing rock paper scissors to determine who's bringing the child(ren) to bed

I just think it’s the silly goofy thing steve would do with his partner 😭💕

oh pls this is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺 wc: 900ish, mom!reader

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Being a parent meant you’d developed lots of special skills, but the one that was most useful was probably the superhuman hearing you’d evidently acquired. It was especially useful on nights where Phoebe couldn’t seem to stay in bed. Nights — much like the one you were currently experiencing — where she’d already gotten out of bed four times in the last hour, and you could already hear her tiny feet hitting the floor again. 

“I’ll rock paper scissors you for this one,” you murmured from where you were laying against Steve, cheek pressed into his shoulder as you watched TV together. You’d only just gotten comfortable with your husband again after the most recent trip to your daughter’s bedroom. 

“Huh?” Steve asked, drawing his gaze away from the TV to glance down at you in confusion, “What do y—”

The familiar sound of Phoebe’s bedroom door creaking open, followed by her small voice calling for you, cut Steve off, his jaw dropping, “How did you know she was up again?”

“Call it mother’s intuition,” you laughed as you pushed up off of Steve, holding your hands out for rock paper scissors. You’d each gone to tuck her back into bed twice by now, and while you knew that she was probably just feeling anxious and couldn’t help it, it was starting to get frustrating. The least you could do was make it a little less tedious. 

“Oh, you were serious?” he asked with a disbelieving laugh, a grin taking over his face as he shook his head in amusement. 

“Dead serious,” you replied, your smile matching his, “C’mon, we only have a few seconds before she comes out again. One game.”

As if on cue, Phoebe called for you again from down the hall, voice wobbling and thick with tears, “Mommy? Daddy?”

Steve gave in, turning to you for a quick game of rock paper scissors that he promptly lost. His face fell at the loss, he but  quickly accepted defeat by placing a kiss to your temple and then getting up from the couch as he called back, “I’m coming, love bug!”

He found his little girl standing in her doorway, eyes shining with tears, even in the dim lighting of the hallway. His heart ached at the sight, and he quickly hoisted her up into his arms, cradling her body to his chest, “What’s goin’ on tonight, Bumblebee? Can’t sleep, huh, sweet girl?”

Phoebe shook her head, burying her face into the soft fabric of the shirt Steve was wearing. She said something that Steve couldn’t quite make out, half because her face was pushed into his shoulder, and half because her words were laced with both sleep and tears. Pressing his palm to her back gently, he began rubbing his hand up and down her spine as he shuffled into her bedroom, “‘S okay, baby. I gotcha. C’mon let’s get you back in bed.”

The fact that his baby girl had outgrown her toddler bed never failed to break Steve’s heart, but it helped on nights when she asked one of you to stay with her. After being set back on her bed, Phoebe sniffled and looked up at Steve with her all-too-familiar puppy dog eyes, “You stay, daddy?”

Knowing he wouldn’t win this one, Steve gave in, gently scooting Phoebe over in her small bed so he could lay next to her, “Just for a little bit, Bee, not all night, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she nodded, immediately curling into Steve as he settled onto his back, nearly crawling on top of him. Just like you, she’d managed to take up most of the bed and invade his personal space. Not that he minded when it came to his girls. 

“Comfy?” he whispered, hand resting against her back again as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her soft waves tickled his cheek and jaw as she nodded, but he didn’t dare to move her in hopes she’d fall asleep soon. 

Fingertips tracing along his daughter’s spine gently, Steve began to hum quietly. From the time she was a newborn, it seemed to do the trick. He’d cradle her in his arms and sing softly as he rocked her back and forth, and she was almost always asleep in a matter of minutes. Now that she was older, it happened less frequently, but never failed to put her to sleep in the same way. So it didn’t take long until Phoebe’s breathing evened out and she was fast asleep against Steve’s chest. 

She looked too peaceful to move, one chubby cheek pressed into the collar of Steve's shirt, tiny lips pursed as she breathed out softly. It always amazed him how perfect she was; the perfect combination of the two of you. It was hard not to stare.

That was how he fell asleep — and how you found him half an hour later when he still hadn't returned to the living room — one hand still on her back, the other stroking her hair, curled up together in Phoebe's twin-sized bed.

[snixkers]

Green

Pairing: Spencer Reid × Fem!Reader

For: @cmkinkbingo2024

EXPLICIT CONTENT, SMUT

Content Warnings: Lingerie, reader has female traits, oral (fem receiving), fingerings (fem receiving), very vanilla, no mention of aftercare or protection (SAFE SEX IS GREAT SEX)

Summary: Spencer discovers his new favorite color on you.

Author's Note: Omg, I literally never write smut, so this took forever rare. This is for the lingerie prompt on my bingo. Inspired by this set.

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN!

You stepped into the house, trying to sneak past your boyfriend in order to safely deposit the indiscreet bag at the bottom of your closet, but no luck.

He smiled as he saw you, wrapping his arms around you tightly and drawing you closer. You stiffened slightly, kissing him to try to keep your purchase secret.

Spencer noticed your discomfort immediately, pulling back and frowning slightly. "What's wrong?"

Damn profilers.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot before deciding it was best to just come clean.

"I got something today."

You held the bag up for him, letting him read the label and watching shock wash over his features.

"Oh. Um, what is it?"

Your eyes nearly rolled on their own, and he quickly took back his words.

"I know it's lingerie. I just wanted to know what it looked like."

As you watched him try to profile you, you couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his work slacks.

"I think it's easier for me to show you."

He nodded eagerly, following you up the stairs like a lost puppy.

"Can you at least tell me the color?"

You turned around, stepping into the bedroom and starting to close the door.

"Green."

You only got a glimpse of his jaw dropping before you closed the door to change in private.

After getting all the silk and lace situated, you waited another minute or so to really make him sweat before opening the door.

Almost immediately, he pushed into the room and grabbed you by your hips to pull you in for a searing kiss.

It was almost shocking how deeply he kissed, taking you in as if he needed to remind himself that you were his. Considering he had just returned from a case, maybe he did.

You brought your hands to his face and pulled him closer, letting your mouths meet in a whirl of teeth and tongue and love.

The two of you moved straight to the bed, collapsing on your sides without breaking the kiss. You giggled into his mouth, AMF he couldn't help but smile back.

"You like it?"

He quickly nodded, taking you in from head to toe.

"That's certainly a litotes."

You didn't even bother finding out what that meant before kissing him again and scooting back against the headboard.

He followed suit, lowering himself until he was eye level with the waistband of your increasingly slick panties. He looked up at you for permission, which you quickly gave in the form of an eager nod.

You had barely even given your approval before he was pulling your panties to the side, licking a stripe up your pussy. Immediately, you bucked into his mouth, the sensation shocking you.

"You taste so good." He practically moaned himself, drunk on you.

Spencer feasted on your moans, getting an eyeful of your heaving breasts from his position between your thighs. He waited a couple minutes to get you comfortable before introducing a finger to your heat.

He continued to eat you out with practiced ease, using his hand and tongue in tandem to bring you to the edge. Your moans filled the room, tears blurring your vision from the intense pleasure.

Your hands moved on their own, one circling your nipple and the other carding through his hair, gripping it just to have something to ground you.

You were close, and he knew it. He curled his fingers to hit that spongy spot at the same time that he circled your clit with more pressure. It only took a few seconds before you unraveled, flooding his tongue with the taste of you.

He helped you relax, slowly pulling out his fingers and sucking them clean. You let out a soft huff, looking down at him with nothing but love in your eyes.

"I really like the color green on you."

You snorted softly, running a hand through his hair.

"I couldn't tell."

[k00giie]

tending to his wounds

cw: spoilers for dendro archon quest, scaramouche real name, sub scaramouche, dom gn reader, scara receiving, NSFW BELOW!!!

synopsis: you recuse him after the fall, healing his wounds and tending to his other desires ;)

you watch as the “false god” falls quickly from his broken creation. stripped of his gnosis, his heart, he closed his eyes in defeat as he accepted the idea of death. the stone beneath him clouds in smoke as he hits the ground, to his surpise he remains concious, alive. he curses the fact not even death would welcome him. 

you quickly ran over to the ruble, tearing past the travler who stood shoked as Nahida outstreched her arm to stop them from chasing after you. You pant heavily, hands grabbing at the broken stones, throwing them aside as you desperately search for him. you feel a sense of urgency, you had met him before he turned, before he came a shell of himself. your hands ached as the sharp cold tile scraped and tore at your flesh. 

soft breathes moves the gravel from his chest, you lifted up a larger piece of the debre, reviling the one known as kunikuzushi. his eyes were halflidded, staring up, icy and cold. your hand out streched and tugged on his arm. like a puppet he motionless gave into your strenth, sitting up ,head hanging low. “Kunikuzushi.” you utter in fear. you had never seen him like this, a complete devoid of life. “what.” he rasped lowly, it was soft like a whisper on the wind but as heartless as the stone surronding him. you bit your lip, watching his unmoving body. “are you okay?” a stupid question really, but nothing else came to mind that sounded right. 

he laughed airily, though it didnt spring from happiness. the type of laugh that dances the line of insanity from pain. “am i alright?” he repeats almost mockingly, even in such a state he still had the energy to be sarcastic. “im wonderful, stripped of my heart, denied my one true purpose. why would i not be alright.” his shoulders draw up and he shakes his head ever so slightly. your growing frown deepens, your hand reaching out to place itself on top of his hand. he stiffens, eyes darting up to find yours. “what the hell do you think youre doing?” you muster up a smile. “laughing at my defeat? came to rub it in, throw me in a cell? do your worst.” his vocie is laced with venom as his violet eyes darken.

you shake your head. “i was trying to be a friend.” his eyes widen. “a friend? how huomorous.” your brows furrow in mild frustration, he wasnt making this easy. you move closer, sitting down beside him and like a snake he practically recoils away. “i want to help you, you know.” he makes ‘tch’ sound looking up at his broken robot. “i dont need it.” 

all of a sudden his head feels heavy, the room feels like its spinning.. maybe the effects of the fall took awhile to sink in. Scaramouche finds himself groaning softly in pain. ‘i am a weakling’ he repeats in his mind, hand drawing up to craddle his aching head. His back aches where the break from the tubes were left, death would be a releif. his distress does not go unnoticed and you quickly hold him up in support. the purple haired man huffed in protest, too weak to protest. 

your arms slowly wrap around his frail body and you pull him closer top your chest. his attempts to escape you are short. you close your eyes placing your hands on his back begining to heal his wounds. not many people knew you as a healer, something you didnt tend to share. but in this moment you could tell just how much he needed this. slowly the ache starts to lesson, his body warms at your healing touch. his breathing grows more steady as he rests his head on your shoulder and gives in to your touch. 

you smile softly as you can almost feel life returning to his body. melting into your touch like puty. the feeling of another touch, a soft touch filled with care was something unfamiliar and like a drug he couldnt get enough. he sighed deeply nuzzling into your embrace.

you pulled back slightly to get a better view of the man before you, the look in his eyes was pitiful. you leaned in pressing your lips against his, he may not remember you but you remember him. this, something you only dreamed of doing, now realizing how close knocked you threw your inhibitions aside. his eyes flew open, face blooming red as his hands weakly place on your shoulders in a attempt to push you off.

your hand cups his cheek as you press your tongue past his lips, forcing it into his mouth. he whimpers, letting his eyes fall closed. his brows furrow as your other hand tenderly trails down his chest going lower and lower. he shivers against your touch as you pull him closer. your tongues swirl together as you devore his baited breathes. “st-stop.” Kuni moans against your lips, head tilting back, your hand gently rubbing at the fabric of his pants.

his pleas fall on deaf ears, and you feel him grow harder under your fingertips. “they’re gonna hea-hear.” he groans, your hand slipping under the waistband of his shorts, fingers brushing against his pulsing cock.

you loved the sinful sounds that crawled out of his throat, the power he gave you. your hand gently stroked his dick, feeling the warmth of precum fill your palm. his breaths catch in his lungs, biting his lip in a feeble attempt to conceal his moans. “does it feel good?” you tease, voice laced with honey as you nibble on the shell of his flushed ear.

he quickly nods, brows furrowed and hair sticking to his forehead. you take his dick between your hand, rubbing his slit with your thumb. chocking out a moan his hips buck upwards, and his shaking hands grab your face pulling you against his lips. your face flushes at the unexpected forwardness, you feel your legs clench together.

you breath out a moan against his lips, sucking on his bottom lip delicately. your hand moves faster, pumping his cock with rhythmic pase. he cries into your mouth, hips shuttering as he continues to buck into your hand like a dog in heat. “please don’t stop!” you smirk against his lips, hand clenching around the base of his dick.

feeling it twitch in your hand, dripping with precum. he lets out another loud moan, pushing up against you as he comes. your hand continues to caress him, coaxing him through his orgasm. his utters breathless moans, falling forward against your body.

his head on your shoulder, he pants. your hand pulls out from his shorts, and you stare at the mess of cum coating your fingers. you kiss the top of his head. “you did so good.” you praise hearing him sigh happily against your neck.

scooping him up in your arms, you flee the scene. no doubt the traveler heard all that and was just to stunned to do anything. ;)

an: not proofread, hope it’s alright🤍