#I can do for her I will be very grateful!😽

[d01ly]

[starkeyisthelastname]

Can you do stepbro rafe sneaking in readers room even tho she says he cant do anything and he eats her out until shes begging him to stop😽💗

Your eyes had just fluttered closed when the soft creak of your bedroom door opening caught your attention. You had thought maybe it was Wheezie or Sarah, but seeing the tall figure of your step-brother had you turning the pink fairy lights on that lowly lit up the room. You forgot sometimes how massive he was compared to you, especially as he stalked over towards your bed.

You knew exactly what he wanted from you, the same step-brother that you had hooked up with the previous weekend at Midsummers of all events. You asked yourself why of all people it had to be your older step-brother that you had fallen for and the way he knew exactly how to please you made it all the more difficult to say no. You told yourself it could only be a one time thing, but your step-brother was Rafe Cameron. Once his possession came to life, there was no going back.

“Rafe- no. We can’t.” Your voice cracked as if you had forgotten how to speak. The way he stared down at you through icy blue eyes had your cunt fluttering in the lace panties you wore.

That material proved to be useless as his head was now between your thighs, tongue deep in your folds like he was a starved man. You had only had this done to you once and it was nothing compared to the tongue fucking your step-brother was giving you.

“You better be fuckin grateful. I don’t eat pussy very often.” Rafe’s cocky nasal tone prominent as he reminded you exactly he was.

For someone that didn’t eat pussy often he was incredible at it. You were almost jealous of any girl you had seen Rafe with and wondered which one got to experience this kind of pleasure. He knew you were thinking, because you felt him stop abruptly. Usual perfected hair that was gelled back, now hung in his face. His handsome mouth was soaked from the mess you were making, his cheeks pink from the constant shoving from the back of his head.

“Whatever you are thinking about, fuckin quit. You are tensing up on me.” He told you, watching your eyes snap back to his before continuing.

He was sloppy with it, not carrying about the manners Ward had drilled into his head throughout his life. He couldn’t help but groan into you at the way you were leaking into his mouth, the whimpers above him only making him want more. He looked up at you through cerulean eyes, watching your gorgeous face come undone.

You were having trouble staying quiet, knowing if he didn’t stop that you were going to scream for the entire mansion to hear. “Rafe! Please.. stop. I can’t take it anymore.” You cried, hand immediately coming to your mouth to shut up.

The amused laugh against your pussy made you gasp, Rafe pulling back only to shove two thick fingers in without warning. “What was that? Yeah smart girl to shut the fuck up. You don’t tell me when to stop, got it sis?” He said, his face completely serious as he wiggled his fingers against your g-spot.

[g1rld1ary]

hi baby !! 🧡

im sick rn and ive looked alllllll over and i couldnt find anything could you write a sickfic for luke from jatp where the female!reader gets sick ? reader is his girl 😽

im doing the same prompt on my blog because im so obsessed with the idea of sickfics and im such a luke girl

so you probably wont have much trouble figuring out who sent you this later if you look it up LMFAO 😍😍

pshsshssh thank you !! 🌼🌼

sick days ; luke patterson x fem!reader

➻ synopsis: you're not feeling well, but luke is here to look after you

➻ word count: 1905

➻ content: established relationship, implied aged up to early 20ish, pet names (love, baby, my girl), tooth rotting fluff

➻ obsessed with this request!!! i've never written a sickfic before so hope this is ok!! hope ur feeling better lovey xxxx

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Your body ached. That was the only thing you could feel. Actually, that was incorrect; you also had a headache and a snotty nose and you were pretty sure your temperature could boil water. In essence, you felt awful. You’d toughed it out for as long as you could, making yourself a steaming hot tea and cozying into the sofa for the night. It wasn’t making you feel any better. So, in a last ditch effort of saving your night, you dialled your boyfriend.

You smiled as his croaky, half-asleep voice came through your phone, murmuring your name.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked, brows furrowed as you checked the time, gasping when it read 1:45am. You thought it was still closer to eleven.

“Don’t worry about it, couldn’t sleep anyway,” Luke lied and you frowned, though he couldn’t see it through the screen.

“No, it’s dumb. I’m sorry I woke you up. Night, Luke.” You moved to hang up when Luke interrupted you.

“Baby, wait! Clearly something’s bothering you. What’s up?” You smiled despite your discomfort, your boyfriend always boosting your mood without even trying.

“Nothing,” You pouted in your puddle of blankets, “Just feel sick.” You could feel Luke’s pity without him saying anything and weren’t sure whether to be indignant or grateful.

“Can you stay awake for twenty more minutes, love?”

“I guess so, why?” You asked, turning the TV back on as something to keep you from sleeping.

“I love you,” Was all he said, hanging up on you abruptly. You smiled softly to yourself, willing your eyes to stay open as you tried to focus on the sitcom in front of you.

You were just dozing off when you heard your apartment door unlocking and the brief shuffling of feet in the entryway. Your grin brightened, the familiar butterflies returning to your chest, even after months of being with Luke. The man in questioned approached you quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you looked up at him.

“Luke, it’s 2 am, what are you doing here?” You asked despite the obvious answer, opening your shield of blankets for him to crawl onto the sofa with you. He made you wait, tipping out his reusable shopping bag onto the coffee table in front of you. There lay a pint of ice cream, tea bags, painkillers, and your favourite chocolate. Suddenly you weren’t sure if the heat on your face was fever or blush. Silently you held your arms out, and Luke dove into them with all the enthusiasm of a child, peppering your faces with all the kisses he could manage.

“Couldn’t let my girl be sick on her own,” He mumbled, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, eliciting a bout of giggles from you.

“My very own Prince Charming,” You grinned, pecking his temple. After a gratuitous moment of cuddling Luke peeled himself off you, taking on the role of concerned caretaker. He was quick to dart into the kitchen, turning the kettle on for your tea and grabbing a spoon for the ice cream he’d bought. Sitting himself in the vacant spot next to you he fixed his focus onto the TV.

“What are we watching?” He asked, pulling the lid off the ice cream tub for you.

“How I Met Your Mother, I’ve just reached season seven.” Luke gasped dramatically, holding his hands over his chest in faux outrage.

“You continued without me? How could you?” You laughed at his accusatory tone, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Lukey. You have to forgive me though, I’m sick,” You punctuated the statement with a pathetic cough, smiling as Luke easily settled down.

You watched in silence for a bit, both giggling at the stupid jokes. After a while you felt Luke looking at you seriously, but chose not to think much of it, continuing to tune in to the show. When he pulled out a thermometer, you raised an eyebrow. Luke wasn’t usually one to be so prepared, but you let him rest it on your tongue nonetheless. When it read a concerningly high number Luke frowned, silently popping the painkillers out of their packaging, feeding you with the insistence of a fed up mother hen.

“Why aren’t you a nurse?” You joked, swallowing the medication with a mouthful of melted ice cream, “Rockstar be damned.”

“Only for you, love.”

“That’s not true, I’ve seen you fretting over Reggie,” You laughed, and Luke couldn’t help but join you.

“That’s fair. You’re my favourite, though.”

“How unexpected.” You craned your neck to press a kiss to his jaw, revelling in the dumb grin that crept onto his face.

You both settled into silence, you leant into Luke’s side, his hands rubbing soft circles into your thigh. You could feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, never quite able to stay in it for one reason or another. The blanket was too hot, you were cold without it, your head hurt. Nothing was quite right and all you wanted to do was sleep for as long as humanly possible.

“Luke?” You whispered, in case he was already asleep.

“Yes, love?” He replied, shifting his position to look down at you. You faltered for a moment, overwhelmed with the pure adoration in his eyes.

“Will you play for me?” Luke was up in a second, arranging you on the sofa. You giggled as he manhandled you, lying you down and wrapping you tightly in your blanket so you couldn’t escape. You teased him about being his captive audience as he tuned his guitar quickly, never being so grateful for his perfect pitch.

Without anymore holdups Luke began to play, plucking softly at the strings to create a melody that filled the air of your little apartment. His playing was like a siren call, pressing weights on your eyelids until you could barely stand to keep them open. You watched him while you could, admiring the way the faint light from the kitchen lamp made him look like an Adonis, his hair illuminated in gold and his features accentuated by the shadows. You couldn’t believe he was your boyfriend. Luke Patterson, heartthrob of Julie and the Phantoms was your dorky, adoring boyfriend who would make supermarket trips in the middle of the night for you. Who had your favourite ice cream memorised and your key attached to his, so he could come see you whenever he missed you (which was pretty much always).

Despite the various aches and pains that had overtaken your body, the only thing you could feel as you drifted off to sleep was the burning ball of light in your chest, a chemical mixture of joy and love and gratitude, overtaking your senses one by one until you were asleep, dreams filled of beautiful images of your boyfriend.

When you woke up the next morning, you figured out it wasn’t morning at all. Luke had evidently switched off your phone’s alarm after you’d fallen asleep, and it was well into early afternoon when you’d arisen. To his credit though, the sleep had done you some good, and you felt much less like walking death after an intense sleep.

You untangled yourself from the knit blanket, your feet wobbly on the hard wood floors. You had serious post-nap daze, and wandered through your flat looking for your boyfriend. The poorly made sheets on your actual bed told you where Luke slept last night — or this morning, more accurately — you smiled at the way he’d arranged your stuffed animals.

Stuck to the fridge under your New York City magnet was a note from Luke, explaining he had to go to rehearsal but he’d be back later to check on you. You pulled the paper off, travelling back to your room to put the note in your ‘Luke’ box, adding to the collection of notes and drawings he’d given you inconsequentially that you’d held onto.

As the afternoon ticked by you’d gotten onto your computer, figuring that although you were still ill you should try and get something productive done. You were armed with your box of tissues as you got started on an assignment you had due at the end of the week, and slipped your headphones on to get into the headspace.

You screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, quickly dissolving into giggles as you realised it was only Luke, back from rehearsal.

“Your voice still sounds scratchy, baby, how are you feeling?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Better, promise. Tomorrow I’ll probably go to class if I get another good night’s sleep.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, and you felt your insides melting all over again. You closed the laptop, knowing you weren’t going to get much more done now that Luke was with you.

You spent the evening together, ordering in pizza from the place around the corner and getting slightly wine drunk as Luke told you all about his earlier rehearsal and the antics of his band. He sang you part of the new song he and Julie had written and you applauded dramatically, only stopping when you broke into a coughing fit.

“Wanna watch something?” He asked when you grew tired again, cuddling up to him like a cat.

“Barbie?” You asked hopefully, looking up at him with wide eyes. Luke sighed dramatically, but you knew he was just pretending not to like the animated movies you’d grown up on.

“Only if it’s Island Princess,” He offered and you nodded enthusiastically.

The two of you settled in for the movie night, Luke getting much more into the movie as it went on, as he always did. By the end you were singing duets — your voice considerably less pleasing than his, especially due to your illness — Luke taking on the role of the prince letting you be Ro.

As the credits rolled you felt your eyes closing again, and you felt eerily like you did as a younger girl, falling asleep on the couch after a Barbie movie. This was better though, because now you had Luke next to you. He’d taken his role as big spoon extremely seriously, and had all but become one with the couch, pressing into the back as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You shifted your position to face him, watching his face relax into contentedness as he tried to doze off to sleep. Feeling you watch him he cracked one eye open, mouth producing a dumb grin that made butterflies erupt in your chest.

“What?” He asked, but you got the distinct impression he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Nothing,” You lied, but gave in easily, “You’re pretty.”

“You’re pretty too. Now go to sleep.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Kay, goodnight Lukey. I love you.”

“Love you too, my girl. So much.” His answer was muffled by him pressing his face into your hair to pull you closer, but you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even as sleep enveloped you.

[leighlew3]

Hi! I just want to say that tomorrow is going to suck BIG TIME and it's okay to hurt and miss your mom any day but especially on mother's day. Avoid social media if you can and do everything you can to preserve your mental health. It's a shitty day now but it will pass. Sadly only time can help at this point. I'm sending you a big hug and know that you're not alone. 😽

Thank you. Yeeeeah, it definitely sucked big time. I was doing pretty okay all day after visiting her grave in the AM. Then at night BAM -- break down.

But the day has passed now, and thankfully there's no other vital days involving her nor me coming up any time soon. It'll give me time to get to a more mentally and emotionally healthy place so when the Holidays roll around again at the end of this year... maybe by then I won't be absolutely destroyed the way I have been lately.

Grief if a bitch.

But you've all been so kind through what has been the worst time of my life (and I've been through a LOT, so) and for that I'll always be so very grateful and appreciative. 💜

[celestialblushxoxo]

Hey dear , merry Christmas to you ☘️⛄hope you're enjoying your day 🫂🐻☘️ my dear .I'm here to request you for the future spouse game VOL 1 ...I'll be really grateful dear if it gets answered ❤️❤️🥺 !! Hope you'll take care of yourself too ^_^

My initials - SSD , S

Pronouns - she / her

Signs if needed 😂( Libra rising and zodiac is aquarius)

Thank you sooo much dear again ✨!! Hope you'll enjoy this Christmas and New year really well 🎶 happy holidays dear ⛄🥰

Hey my fellow Libra Rising sweetie, you're so sweet ahh I literally see myself in the way you text(Maybe it's the Libra rising effec👀😽) Happy New Year💗✨Hope you have a beautiful year ahead love and hope you enjoy your reading as well!!

Straight up, your fs feels complete but incomplete at the same time, GUESS WHY. Ofc cause they haven't met you (Ik this reading is going to be sappy, but I'm here for it *yeet*) ok so they are someone who is a planner, very organized, go by the books kinda person. They are very systematic and they follow the instructions but that doesn't mean they are a follower, it's like they compete with themselves, they follow what makes them feel right. They hate being stagnant or stuck, they are very ambitious, they want to achieve things and they are their own leader. They aren't dominant and authorative like they are super chill and calm, very understanding. They go through lots of transformations, they are tested constantly maybe in forms of people who envy them or don't want them to succeed but they pull their Uno reverse and boom, they come out stronger than before. They are like so kind and sweet but once someone does something against them then you can imagine. They aren't greedy but they have perfectionist tendencies. They are usually very content with themselves but there are moments where they feel like they don't have someone to share these abundance, memories(in a romantic sense) etc with and they worry if they are going to be single forever, omg🥺😂 they are so sweet man. They may giggle a lot, I'm hearing Enchanted by Taylor Swift so listen to it, may have some message for you. Specifically the line *All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you*, damn sis🥺🥺 whenever they are making an important decision they make sure they think through so that they don't regret later, they aren't spontaneous. Look wise firstly HANDS they have beautiful hands, may look younger for their age, have this sweet angelic look to them. Fair to sunkissed skin, light to dark brown curly hair. Doe eyes maybe brown or blue in colour. Plump lips. May love the colour yellow. You may feel like a gift sent from heaven itself istg. They are super dreamy. Maybe medium to tall. Clear skin. Clean shaved. You may love their hair a lot. They have this very giving nature, very generous. May have a pet or love animals a lot or both. Maybe you do too. So financially there is a possibility that their family struggled when they were really small or when they were just born cause they might be an unplanned baby as well but as they grew up their family had a stable income and then when your fs started working man they worked so hard like started from scratch and now they are like so abundant it's truly amazing, they are very stable. As a person, sis they are filled with so much love to give and offer like they are a pure soul they are so abundant with love as well, all they'd wanna do is give give and give you all their love, like smother you (my venus in Pisces is literally touched the peak of almost breaking down😭🥺💗✨) your fs maybe really good at manifesting, they manifested you as well. Others/their close ones see them as someone who is approachable, gives good advices, nurturing, lover, a teamplayer, they get what they want, humble, down to earth, handsome, charming, skillful, hardworking, understanding and someone who they can really on, generous, a giver as well as spiritual. Right now they are in they journey on building their work from scratch. They are executing their plans, working really hard and literally grinding themselves. They have already started their work. Overall you guys are blessed to have each other honestly.

Possible placements: Water Placement seems prominent and kinda air as well, some earth as well

Possible fashion aesthetic:

Hope you enjoyed your reading love, do let me know if you liked it or not, it helps me improvise! Thank you so much for being patient and hope you have a lovely day ahead🖤✨

[contemplatingoutlander]

I started my blog on June 17, 2015 and three years later it has come full circle ☯; my grateful 🙏THANKS to all of you who hung in there with me on this journey ❤️️

It’s amazing to me that three years have gone by since I started this blog. At the time I had recently ceased being a SamCait shipper but I was not yet a nonshipper/ truther (NST). I was squarely in the middle. 

And after a tumultuous journey, I find myself back in the middle again. In retrospect, that’s where I’ve always felt most comfortable and freer to be myself.

It’s interesting to me in retrospect that these were my first two posts:

Given the drama of the past three years, I think I should have paid a bit more attention to the quote on suffering. 😉

The second quote about the cigar is also telling. If nothing else, I’m a firm believer in Occam’s razor, the principle that if there are two or more explanations for something, the simplest one that makes the fewest assumptions is usually the better one. Hence, I’m not a fan of conspiracy theories.

When I started my blog there weren’t many conspiracy theories about Sam and Cait in the fandom. Consequently, it’s fascinating to me that the cigar quote was one of my first two posts. (I must be prescient! 😜) 

When I started my blog, I picked a truly awful name for it “lucypsychout,” 🙄 which I ended up changing a few months later. Lucy is one of my middle names. My avatar was Lucille Ball. 

The only thing I liked about the lucypsychout blog name was that Lucy avatar. 😂 😘

Despite all the ups and downs of the past three years, I surprisingly have more followers than I’ve ever had. My blog has had over two million page views and is approaching a million unique visits. Compared to the major Outlander shipper, fanfic or gif maker blogs, that’s nothing. But for a blog that was a part of the tiny (yet controversial) NST community for a long time, it’s a small accomplishment--in perseverance if nothing else.

Especially the perseverance of my followers.

I want to THANK all of you who have hung in there with me through good times and difficult ones. You have made all the difference. I especially want to thank those of you who reached out to me in chat and through asks to let me know you cared. Those gestures got me through some very tough moments. You people are amazing! ❤️️ ❤️️ 😘

I also want to thank those of you who reached across from the “other side” to let me know that you supported me during the most recent turmoil.  I’m utterly astonished that some of you were able to put aside our differences to do that. Thanks so much! 👍 😘 ✌️

I also want to thank all of you who have appreciated my decidedly silly sense of humor and have looked forward to my Sam’s Diary parodies (especially the “Notes to self”) and weird posts about Sam’s man boobs or Cait singing 🎵 “The Hills are Alive” or reports from “Beverly Hills Anon” and her friends from “Anons Anonymous” or updates on “Aunt Bessie.” It’s been a pleasure laughing with you all these years. 😂🤣😂

And of course, I want to thank all of you who have shared in my appreciation of cat gifs! (I still love these two little guys, especially the smaller one’s audacity!) 😻 😽

It is also almost the three year anniversary of the “No Verra Sensible” essay series.

In the next few days I will be updating and revising those posts (as some of the material is outdated) and renewing my commitment to a middle way perspective and a peaceful fandom. I might possibly be even able to finally finish the series.

When I was still involved in the fan feud it felt hypocritical to write about peace. But now that I have stepped out of the feud again, maybe I can learn from my mistakes and put some of that knowledge to work in concluding the essay series.

Anyway, I hope you all continue to follow my blog as I embark (once again) on a middle path journey. And thanks again for accompanying me on all the previous twists and turns this blog has taken over the years. I look forward to enjoying the Outlander fandom with you in years to come. 🙏 ☯ ☮ ❤️️ 😊 😘