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Rammy lois will haunt you forever

... Why are my asks so strange today

[dark-fics-4-you]

step bro rafe who plays football or hockey. idk it just seems hot🙏

Number One Fan

I’m gonna combine this with this request: Something with step bro rafe where the reader calls him rafey and it turns him on but she doesn’t know…

(This can be read as a continuation of my previous step bro!Rafe fic, but i’m not sure if I want to make a bunch of drabbles or one connected narrative so we’ll see what happpens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

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Warnings: drinking, relationship between step siblings, rafe is having unpure thoughts👀

The stadium was packed with college students and fans, roaring as the whistle blew.

You were close to the field, eager to get a good view of Rafe. He was the star quarterback of East Carolina University, and for good reason.

He had led the team to victory in all 10 of their last games.

The score was evened out, with only a few seconds left on the clock, everyone was eager to see what would happen next.

When the whistle blew again and the ball was passed to Rafe, you cheered loudly.

He dodged two players, dancing around them before running all the way to the endzone.

Everyone on the crowded bleachers jumped to their feet, cheering and screaming at the touchdown, but no one was louder than you.

“Go Rafe! Go!! Woo!!!”

You beamed proudly as you watched him pump his fist in the air, fist bumping his teammates as they congratulated him.

You were one of the first people to rush to the field, running up to your older brother and practically jumping on him in your excitement to hug him.

“Oh my god, Rafey! That was such a good game!” You squealed. “You were awesome! That last touchdown was amazing!”

Rafe flashed you a grin, perfect teeth winking in under the bright lights of the stadium. “Thanks, Y/N/N. You know I win every game just for you,” he joked and you giggled along.

“Hey, some of my teammates and I are gonna go out for drinks after we get cleaned up, wanna tag along?”

“Sure!” You smiled up at him. You were always happy when he included you in things he was doing, which admittedly was a lot of the time.

“Perfect, sugar. Here are my keys,” he tossed you them. “Why don’t you bring the truck around to where the locker room exit is, you can wait in there till I’m done. Okay?”

“Yeah! Sounds good!” You parted ways, heading to the truck but you didn’t notice how his gaze stayed on your back as you walked away.

~~~~~~

“That’s a pretty hot piece of ass you had hanging around you, Cameron,” one of Rafe’s friends joked, suggestively nudging the blond with his elbow.

“Shut up, Wilson,” Rafe snapped. His stomach lurched at the comment. He didn’t like the idea of any of his friends trying to sleep with you.

In fact, he didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to sleep with you. The very thought made him sick.

“Hey, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind if she came around more, amiright?” Wilson asked the other guys around him that had seen you and they all laughed and nodded.

“Knock it off, seriously,” Rafe warned. “She’s not interested.” He could feel his irritation rising, his face heating up.

“Damn okay Cameron, chill. We were just joking,” someone else interjected.

“Well I’m not fucking laughing.” He pulled on his shirt before slamming the locker door. “I don’t think I’m gonna go out tonight anymore. See ya at practice.”

A few guys complained, “come on Rafe, we didn’t mean anything by it.”

But he was already halfway out the door.

~~~~~~

“Change of plans,” Rafe said as he climbed into the driver’s seat and you clicked your buckle.

You looked at him inquisitively. “Oh?”

“We’re gonna go out, just the two of us. None of the guys.” He started the truck, pulling out of the parking lot and towards the road.

“Oh, okay.” You said in a confused tone. “Why are they not coming?”

He was silent for a moment and you glanced at him again.

“Rafey?”

“I just decided that I’d rather go out with my favorite girl instead,” he said with a smile, ruffling your hair and you grinned.

“Oh, okay!” You said happily. “Ooh could we go to this bar that I know, it’s on Seventh street.” You babbled away about the bar you wanted to go to.

Rafe shifted in his seat, trying as hard as possible to hide his growing erection, nodding along but he was finding it hard to pay attention to anything you were saying, attention shifting between watching the road, and turning to examine your features.

He pulled up to the bar and you hopped out of the car. You both showed your ID’s at the door and found a booth to sit at, Rafe pulling you in to the same side he was on so you could be closer.

A waiter came to get your drink orders, you got a fruity cocktail and Rafe got a beer, and Rafe ordered a plate of loaded nachos for you to share.

Your drinks came quickly and you offered Rafe a sip of your cocktail, which he took before offering you a sip of his beer.

You took a quick swig, face scrunching up at the flavor. “Bleh, I still have no idea how you like beer so much, Rafey!” You giggled, leaning against him in the small booth, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“You get used to it if you drink enough, Y/N/N.” The blond laughed, grabbing a nacho off of the plate in between the two of you.

“I just think it’s so gross,” you shook your head, smiling.

“Please, you’re one to talk. I still remember that time you tried to make mixed drinks for us at that party and they sucked so bad I nearly threw up.” He chuckled.

“Shut up! I got better afterwards!” You laughed hard at the memory. “So mean, Rafey,” you said with a fake pout.

“Not true, I’m always nice to you, Y/N/N,” Rafe sounded surprisingly earnest. “You know I would do anything for you.”

“I know, I know,” you finished your cocktail, catching the waiter’s eye before ordering a second.

You leaned back, melting into your step brother’s arms.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” Rafe whispered quietly. “You know that, right?”

There was a strange moment when you met his eyes, odd feelings washed over you. The intensity in his look stirred something in you that you couldn’t identify.

“Yeah I know, Rafey. You’re my favorite person too.”

He smiled at that, pulling you closer to his warm body. You cuddled against his chest, enjoying the circles he was tracing lazily into your back with his fingers.

Your second drink arrived and you downed it quickly, feeling a little beyond tipsy by the time the two of you stepped out of the bar.

He drove you home, comfortable silence most of the way. You felt warm and the alcohol in your system made you feel much more affectionate.

Rafe opened the front door of the house for you, allowing you to lean on him drunkenly as he guided you inside.

When you reached the top of the stairs, you paused, not wanting to go to bed alone.

“Would it be okay if I slept in your bed tonight, Rafey?” You asked, looking up at your step brother with hopeful eyes. “I just feel more comfortable when you’re by me.”

“Sure, Y/N/N.” Rafe smiled at you, leading you to his room.

You kicked off your shoes, taking your shorts off before dropping them on the floor. “Do you have a shirt I could wear, Rafey?”

His eyes fell on you, noting your bare legs and the pink panties you had under your shorts. His mouth felt dry, and it took him a second to remember you had just asked him a question.

“Um, yeah I should have one…” he searched in a drawer, before tossing you the oversized shirt.

You pulled it on, unclipping your bra underneath the shirt before putting it with your shorts and top.

Rafe kicked off his shorts, stripping to his boxers before pulling his shirt off over his head. He stepped towards his door, flicking the lights off.

You crawled into his bed, breathing in his smell in the sheets, scooting over when he followed.

Usually when you slept in Rafe’s bed, you were the one who pressed to him, hugging his back as he faced away from you, but this time, you were surprised when you felt the warmth of his chest press to your back, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

As you dozed off to sleep, you were none the wiser that your step brother was beside you, hard as a rock, and imagining things that were far from brotherly.

Chapter 2

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You Da One

This is PART 2 to the instagram AU for She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)!! Have fun seeing who she winds up with ;) I wrote this while listening to You Da One by Rihanna so enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it!!

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Kinktober Day 1

Kink(s): Scratching

Pairing: Johnny Storm x f!Reader

summary: You’ve met Johnny Storm a handful of times but enough to know one thing: you hate him. His smugness, his attitude, his everything. Well… almost everything

warnings: SMUT, dom!reader (kinda?), sub!johnny, P in V (wrap it folks!), oral (f recieving), multiple orgasm, Creampie, scratching, lovebites

distant!reader, not much aftercare on reader's part (that’s a warning), I wasn’t kidding when I said you don’t like him haha

word count: 3.2k

AN: I was editing this the other day in app and accidentally lost 3 hours of work. Almost broke my phone. Learned my lesson. Never again.

I am usually a big ol’ sucker for a romance but, decided this Reader needed to keep Johnny at arms length. Who knows. Maybe I’ll revisit 👀

Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated - this is my first time writing something like this so feedback is appreciated. And obviously, I do not consent for my work to be reposted, copied or translated!

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Johnny was stood smiling and chatting to at least three women on rotation. You were convinced they were tagging out with other women at the party just to take turns to speak with him. Bask in his presence or whatever it was that made them want to stand next to such an asshole.

You grimace hearing his loud laugh booming dramatically at something one of the women said to him. You didn’t think it was possible for you to hate someone so much for merely existing, but Johnny was living proof of that. You sip at your champagne flute and scan the crowd, looking for literally anyone else to occupy your mind, when Johnny laughs again somehow louder this time.

You grumble and move away from the crowd of women around him and make a bee-line for the buffet, idly picking up canapés that did not taste as nice as they looked. The murmur of obnoxious laughter was still grating your nerves in the back of your mind as you chewed a piece of bruschetta angrily. Why was he like this? How did he manage to rile you up by just existing.

“Hey, beautiful.” A voice from behind you purred. An arm reached around you, picking up a bruschetta and when you followed the arm back around you, you were met with the charming smile of Johnny Storm. And you visibly recoiled.

It, somehow, made Johnny chuckle as he popped the bruschetta into his mouth. He pulled a face, clearly unimpressed by the taste but the expression was gone as quickly as it had appeared, charming smile back in place.

“Why didn’t you come say hi?” He asks, his blue eyes shamelessly roaming over your figure.

You couldn’t hide the disdain for him from your face. “You seemed busy.” You huff out.

“Oh that,” he looks over his shoulder at the women and waves before looking back at you. “I wouldn’t worry about them, sweetheart.”

You click your tongue and turn away from him. “I’m not.” As you move up the table, Johnny follows closely. Your temper flares when he moves in front of you, blocking your path, leaning against the table with an arrogant smirk. What you wouldn’t give to wipe that smirk of his face.

“What do you want?” You growl, scowling at him.

“You.” He says it so smoothly that, had it been anyone else, you might have felt a little weak in the knees. But it’s Johnny. It makes you cringe.

“Ugh. Please.” You hold up one hand to stop him from continuing. You look so disgusted, anyone would think you’re about to puke from gorging on one too many canapés. Johnny chuckles and with a shake of his head, inches a little closer.

“Come on , beautiful,” he bats his eyelashes at you, looking incredibly irresistible – which irritates you more. “One night’s all I’m askin’.”

“You ask me that every time you see me,” you grumble with a frown. Maybe you wouldn’t hate him do much if you didn’t have to be in the same room as him so often. “The answer is still no.”

“Why not?” He sounds and looks genuinely confused as to why someone, anyone, could refuse him.

“Because I cannot stand you,” you finally snap at him, looking around quickly to make sure you weren’t loud enough. You sigh softly when you see you’ve not drawn any extra attention to yourself but continue to glare at Johnny.

“Hmm.” Johnny says thoughtfully with a theatrical hand on his chin, unperturbed by you clear intense dislike of him. When he glances back to you his eyes glimmer with a mischief.

“Well, if you can’t stand me,” He begins, dropping his voice lower. “How about we go somewhere where you can sit on me instead?”

You blush and to your frustration, your pussy throbs at the thought. You can’t decide if you want to slap him or throw your drink in his face, or both. But then again, if he’s the one to frustrate you it’s only fair he relieves you. Besides; who speaks with their mouth full?

You take a deep breath, weighing your options before hissing, “Hotel Creche. Room 206 on the second floor. Leave fifteen minutes after I do. I don’t want anyone to see you leaving with me.”

Johnny looks utterly smug, watching you storm away with a lick of his lips. Tonight would be fun.

Johnny does exactly what you ask – which is surprising. After fifteen minutes, he attempts to follow suit but gets stopped multiple times by the various women he had been flirting with earlier in the evening when you were ignoring him. This adds another ten minutes to his journey – then another ten when he’s stuck in traffic. He’s tempted to flame on and just fly to the hotel but he’s wearing one of his best Armani suits. Plus, the anticipation was going to add to your excitement.

When he reaches room 206, he knocks hurriedly and loudly. You throw the door open, scowling at him. He tries to smile and say his sorry excuse but he’s cut off. You’re no longer in that lovely tight dress you were in at the party; you’re in lacy red lingerie that he is just drooling over.

“You’re late,” you snap, grabbing his tie and yanking him viciously into the room. You half drag him onto the bed and Johnny is too stunned and turned on to even muster words.

“Lie down,” you command releasing his tie.

Johnny wastes no time clambering onto the bed and loosening his tie excitedly, eyes hungrily watching your every move as you stalk around the bed impatiently. The ire in your eyes makes him feel out of his depth for once. You’re looking at him like how a lioness looks at a gazelle before ripping it’s throat out and he is loving every second of it. Once he’s where you want him, you step out of your panties quickly, kicking them to the side.

As you kneel onto the bed, Johnny watches you with wide eyes and reaches out to touch you, only to be swatted away.

“’M sorry I’m late. I-“

“Do you ever shut up?” You growl, straddling his head between your knees. His hot breath on your cunt makes you shiver. You curse when you feel a wet, hot stripe along your folds as Johnny licks you teasingly in response.

“Only when I’m eating.” He mumbles into your cunt, licking again, slower and more precise this time. Johnny’s tongue takes it’s time tasting you, teasing you; and when you finally grind yourself along his face, he tilts his head ever so slightly to suck the sensitive flesh of your clit.

You gasp out at the sensation but you don’t give him the satisfaction of moaning his name. No, never that. You’d die before you do that. You still can’t stand him – even when he eats you out so good you see stars.

One of Johnny’s hands grips your hip, tugging you closer onto his mouth. The sounds he’s making beneath you make your breathing hitch; he’s good at what he does, there’s no doubting it. You can feel your thighs tighten, pressure building in your core already. You thought you’d last longer but Johnny’s expert tongue is hell-bent on making you cum over his face.

Johnny seems to take note of your quivering legs around his head and smirks into your folds as he takes another long, slow drag with his tongue.

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you breathe out, grinding your wet cunt over his face when he halts his movements. Johnny latches onto your clit again and hums, vibrations shivering all the way up your spine and you gasp, jerking forward splaying your palms across the wall in front of you.

“You were saying?” Johnny mumbles, using his free hand to sink two fingers easily into your soaked pussy, continuing to kiss, lick and suck at your hot flesh. You stifle a moan, gritting your teeth despite your glassy eyed expression. You were ready to cum but you wanted everything out of your system.

“Arrogant. Egotistical. Attention whore.” Each word is punctuated by a moan as you get closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night – but it’s those final two words that make Johnny moan around your clit, sending vibrations to all of the right places again. You curse loudly as you cum, taking a few moments for your breathing to steady before lifting off his face briefly to look down at him with a wicked smile. Johnny is panting and breathless, eyes blown to saucers as he stares back at you; licking his lips and covered in his own spit and your cum.

“You like that, huh?” you taunt. “Being a whore?”

“Fuck.” Johnny’s hands grip you tighter, trying to feebly pull you back down onto his face. You allow it, for a moment, the delicious heat of his tongue more feverish than before. You sit up again, making him groan out for you.

“Say it.” You say, voice dangerously low. Your body thrums with excitement – with power you have never felt. Johnny’s cock twitches desperately against his slacks and his chest heaves as he looks up at you. Fuck. That look you give him makes him want to cum in his pants right then and there.

“I do,” he breathes out, eyes never leaving you. “I like being a whore.”

His admission makes your cunt pulse with excitement. “Thought so. Only whores know how to eat pussy like that. Tongue out.”

Johnny sticks his tongue out immediately with a short moan, muffled by your pussy on his tongue again. He wastes no time continuing where he left off; swirling your clit with his tongue and two fingers working your pussy relentlessly. He lifts his head to envelop the silky flesh around your clit with his lips, sucking gently as he rolls his tongue over the sensitive bubble of nerves as he finds the spongy velvet of you g-spot. Your pussy convulses – second orgasm creeping up on you as you almost yell out. Your thighs shake around his head and the sound – the sound - you make; stuttering out a long, loud moan as Johnny continues to suck and lick everything you can give him. He thought he was close before but damn – he was wrong. He couldn’t remember the last time his dick was this hard.

You sit up, allowing him to breathe. For a few moments, you relish at the state he’s in; flushed, covered in your cum and rock hard. You’re tempted to leave him like that, however, you’ve got an itch you need him to scratch.

When you catch your breath, you inch down over his torso, settling your wet pussy against the hard on in his slacks. You pull at his tie and make quick work of the top few buttons of his dress shirt, revealing his sleek, unmarked neck.

“So pretty,” you purr, leaning down to pepper kisses along his neck. Johnny moves to kiss you but you duck away, splaying a clawed hand over his face and holding him in place. “Ah – ah – ah,” you chide. “You’re not allowed to kiss me.”

Johnny huffs, settling to kiss the finger closest to his mouth instead, wishing he could have your lips – either set – on his again. You dip your head again, nibbling at the soft flesh experimentally. You can smell your cunt on him and it makes you want to lick him clean. But you won't. Not tonight, anyway.

Taking a small portion of skin between your teeth you bite down slowly, feeling a bruise blossom. Johnny feels so utterly powerless as he mewls beneath you. His hips jerk upwards at your words and he was right before, lioness is the perfect word to describe you. You leave another love bite and Johnny moans louder than before and grinds your hips against his to feel the sweet friction he so craves.

“Want you.” He pants. “Fuck me, please. Jesus Christ.” The frustration is killing him. His cock his so hard it hurts.

“So fuckin’ needy,” you snarl, huffing angrily.

Johnny then does something he’s never done in bed before; he whines. God, you on him using him like this was driving him wild and he was starting to hate how good it felt. And you were just starting to love it.

You shuffle back and rake your clawed hand down his chest, five raised red lines appearing in its wake. Johnny watches in wide eyed awe, chest heaving as he follows your hand . He thinks his heart stops when he feels you reach between you both to palm his cock.

Another curse falls from Johnny’s lips as he shudders. He’s used to getting what he wants, taking what he needs, but you’re just toying with him. The thought of being balls deep inside you, making you come again and again until your resolve breaks and you beg for more is what makes him snap. And you seem to read his mind, because you smirk and ask, “Still want to fuck me?”

Johnny nods desperately.

“Then, fuck me like the whore you are.”

He pushes you back and you squeak, falling a little roughly to the pillows. You can feel Johnny trapped between your legs, gripping your thighs with a look of primal need. He runs the tip of his cock through your wet folds, expecting you to moan out. When you don’t, he pouts slightly.

"What’s wrong?” You taunt, meeting his eyes. “Need a hand?”

You don’t expect Johnny to rut into you, burying himself deep within your slick cunt with ease, and your face conveys as much. You’re wide eyed and your mouth hangs open in silent moan as you look up at him. Johnny places his hands either side of your head, looming over you and setting a brutal pace; burying his cock into your pussy again and again.

You groan loudly as you clench around him, latching your nails into his back to ground yourself. Your nails dig into his skin so tightly you think you’ll draw blood. Johnny moans at the sensation of being inside of you and your nails – no claws – feel so good digging into his skin he thinks that maybe he should do this again with you. Maybe more than once. Definitely more than twice.

“So. Desperate.” You pant out. “Everyone was right; you are a good fuck.”

“Fuck, so are you.” Johnny uses his right arm to hook your left knee, raising your leg up over his shoulder. His left arm wraps under your right shoulder, anchoring himself to you before fucking into with newfound fervour. The new, deeper angle makes you curse loudly and it’s not long before you cum over his cock.

“Feel so good,” he grunts into your neck, leaving sweet kisses along your exposed skin. “I knew you liked me. I fuckin’ knew it. This is exactly where you wanted to be.”

“I hate you,” you correct swiftly, trying to glare up at him but the pleasure you’re feeling makes it hard to stay focused. “You’re such an ass. At least you’re good for something.”

Johnny groans, hips faltering for a moment at your words. His cock throbs inside you and he moves to kiss you but you hand grasps his chin millimetres from your lips, halting him in his tracks.

“I meant it when I said you wouldn’t kiss me.” You say firmly.

“But – but I wanna kiss you,” he whines, picking up pace again. “Feels so good, fuck.” His head drops to your shoulder, grunting as he listens to your breathless moans. The wet slapping sounds of his sac against your soaked cunt as he pummels you into the bed fill the room. You can feel pressure building again and you know your orgasm is close.

“Please.” Johnny begs again, pushing your leg over his shoulder up towards you. “Shit I don’t know if I can hold out much longer baby.” Johnny’s eyes meet yours but it’s brief. Your eyes roll back into your head, legs shake and you moan loudly. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him as you soak his precious Armani slacks in your cum. Johnny’s orgasm follows closely after with a stuttering groan, watching your blissed out expression as he spills into you.

His hips still and he collapses on top of you, mumbling sweet nothings and kisses to your neck, whilst you both come down from your respective highs. Once your breathing levels out, you look down to your neck to find Johnny’s blue eyes looking up at you, a shit-eating grin on his face. He expects you to smile back, wrap your arms around him and thank him, praise him. Maybe even throwing in a line about wanting to see him again and getting his number.

But you don’t. You raise an eyebrow at him and offer a wry smile, patting his back gently. You lie back into the pillows with a deep, exhausted from the frustration and from your orgasms. Your eyes flutter closed – floating away on the plush, soft pillows.

“So,” Johnny says, trying to keep the bafflement from his voice when you offer him nothing. “How was that for you?”

Irritation nags at the corner of your brain and you try not to scowl. Stupidly, you’d thought he’d slink out – head back to the party. Leave you to your slight shame of the events of tonight – and surprisingly relaxed demeanour – and not either you again. You had thought wrong.

“Good.” You say, trying to sound at least marginally happy.

“Just good?” Johnny presses, shifting a little to try and see your face. Now you you’re really trying not to scowl.

“Uh...” You search for words, trying not to be sarcastic and mean. “Amazing?”

Johnny smirks, looking incredibly smug despite reading your expression wrong again. “Good.”

You hum, pulling a small face of disgust and shift in the bed, turning away from Johnny. You cosy down and your eyes flutter again. Then you feel Johnny’s warm arm drape over your waist and he wiggles forward, holding you close against his chest. Your stomach turns. It’s so.... inviting, so caring, it makes you sick. It’s fake.

“You were amazing too, by the way.” Johnny murmurs, pressing a kiss to your ear. You can feel him still smirking and you shiver. Your annoyance level is rising again. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. You didn’t realise tolerating him after would be something you had to worry about.

“Mmhmm.” You attempt to zone him out, letting him babble to himself whilst you get to sleep.

“I’d like to do this again – see you again.” He whispers, settling into his own pillow.

“Yuh huh.” Sleep is tugging at you now and you’re not paying attention. It’s not all bad you suppose – you have someone you will, and quite literally, keep you warm for the night. But you do wish he’d stop talking.

After a few more moments of soft murmurs, Johnny finally sighs into your neck, lulling himself into sleep with you not far behind. You fall asleep dreaming of anything but him and he falls asleep dreaming of you.

Day 2

[sugar-omi]

Hi! Your writing is amazing and makes my day every time I see you post. Could I request Cove while trying for a baby with a female MC? He’s so sweet and emotional I can totally imagine it would be equal parts super fluffy/adorable and spicy/hot Thank you! ✨

omg ty thats so nice of you to say!!! also tysm for this rq, i've been waiting for someone to ask smth like this bc i was worried i was the only one thinkin shit like this!!! also i think this is a bit more horny than fluffy, which is why i tried to make up for it w lots of kisses from cove LOL but ykw.. i feel like a part 2 wouldnt be so bad either 👀

tags : NSFW, ok for fem/nb readers, after step 4/wedding dlc, buff cove lol, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation, cove w oral fixation(? a bit implied), cunnilingus, cove "uses" a nickname that you can "insert" bc i can but also cant see him using pet names, + he calls u good girl, "multiple choice" dialogue (just read 1 of the colored text "options" than continue w the rest of the fic, theres no links or anything <3)

synopsis : you and cove try for a baby.

cove tries to be calm.

and he is! after a bit of panic of course, caused by his worries but excitement for fatherhood but also you want him to.. to... oh god he's too embarrassed to think about it, from finally deciding to have a baby the only natural next emotion is calm! he is cooler than a cucumber!

but now you're laid out under him, as beautiful as ever, and even after years of being together cove can't get enough of you; especially when you're so sweet to have like this.

"cove.." your gasp drug cove out of his daze.

you reach up and cup his face, cove leaning into your touch. "y/n.." he kisses your wrist.

"what're you thinking about?"

cove flushes. there's no way he could tell you exactly what he was thinking, saying that he found the idea of coming inside was totally different from thinking it and he was not ready to that something clicked in him when you finally talked about being ready for a baby...

"you.. just- just you, and how lucky i am." cove decided to distract you by kissing down your neck, leaving a new mark under your ear. thankfully it worked, although maybe you just gave it up because you already know what's going through his head.

he starts working his way down your body, and you fall back on the pillows and let cove treat himself to your cunt.

cove tossed your panties somewhere beyond the bed, his days of nervously folding your panties over. and he latches onto your thighs, sucking more marks into your skin and his fingers lovingly work your clit.

"cove.. i wan' more..." you tangle your hands in his hair, tugging on the strands. wordlessly he moves on to your twitchy core, his tongue slipping inside and lapping up your slick.

cove's boisterous ministrations has you grinding against his face, gasping as he works your sensitive clit and adds a couple fingers to the mix, speeding up the process so he can be inside you.

cove hopes you don't see him grinding against the mattress.

he sits up, his fingers spreading you open easily. while you're panting dozily, cove's fingers abandons your cunt so he can grab the lube from the bedside.

"habit.." cove laughs it off sheepishly.

he instinctually reaches for a condom, but realizes and a wave of heat rushes over him. you won't be needing those for awhile...

cove meets your hooded gaze, a knowing look in your eyes.

you grin, full of mischief. "guess we're gonna have to break it."

cove growls lowly, slapping a hand over his eyes. it does nothing to hide his blush and he curses himself when his cock twitches against his leg.

deciding to come out of hiding, cove peers at you from over his nose and you feel your own heart pick up sped at the stark look of his eyes. something about cove seems like he could devour you, but when he leans down to kiss you so tenderly you think otherwise.

cove poured the lube over his hand, coating his length and he hisses at the heat between his hand and cock. hazily cove thinks that this is the hardest he's been since he was a clumsy teenager.

cove captures you in another loving kiss, wanting to be close to you as he sinks inside.

this is your first time going without a condom, being connected like this has both of you holding onto each other, your nails scratching down his shoulder at the new but welcomed sensation.

this isn't the first time you and cove have done it unprotected, but it has been awhile so you both can't help but pull the other person closer, needing more.

cove buries his face in your shoulder, shaking from how wet and hot you are inside like this. he can feel the way your gummy walls flex around him and he pulls his hips back- the whine that comes out of your taut throat has cove closing his eyes and taking in your every sound as he moves so slowly, so sensually but so lovingly when he grinds his hips into yours.

finally, he finds the strength to remove himself from your shoulder, needing to see your face in ecstasy.

cove looked down at your own blissed out face, and if he could see his own face he'd notice that his own face his flushed and if it was possible, his pupils would turn into hearts from how lost in pleasure and love for you he's in.

he situates his hands on your hips, the pads of his thumbs rubbing affectionate circles into your skin.

"ah- cove, cove.. please move." you reach for him, intertwining one of his hands with your own.

he gives a kiss to the back of your hand, and when he rears back his hips to start a rough pace, if you could you'd think that the kiss was an apology for the way he's using your cunt.

cove's grip on your hand and hip is solid, it grounds you and the only thing you can think of is how deliciously cove is fucking you, his cock brushing and bumping against the sensitive and deepest parts of your insides.

you whine loudly and can't help but throw your head back because it's like he's going faster and when your eyes return from their trip to the back of your head, you open your eyes to feast on the sight of your husband/boyfriend.

and it's self explanatory why you're more aroused than a just moment ago; cove's hair is mused from all your tugging, and his glasses are long abandoned so that way he can see the way his cock pumps in and out of your cunt and the creamy ring around the base of his dick.

"ah- i love you. y-you're so beautiful..." cove soothes you, kissing your cheek.

"i- oh fuck right there!" your nails run down his chest, cove is going to be a mural of hickeys and scratches. "i love you too, ahh- cove!"

cove lets go of your hand in favor of your clit, already knowing your body well enough to know when you're going to cum.

"fuck... that's it, y/n, cum for me."

"hah, cove! f-finish with me, please. want- want..." you pant, hazy and driven to babbling from the way cove has worked you up all night.

"i know n/n, cum with me. that's it, good girl." cove leans down to kiss you.

tangled in a passionate kiss, your moans blend together as you finish. cove grinds his hips into you, his cock rubbing the deepest part of your insides and painting them white.

he falls into your shoulder, panting and planting a kiss there.

cove gets up, realizing you don't need a wall of muscle crushing you.

"y/n..."

he starts to pull out, and cove has another revelation that he did not think this through...

his cum is leaking from your spent hole, more cum pushing out with every squeeze of your insides, still twitchy from your orgasm.

"yes cove?"

cove swallows, meeting your eyes and he feels embarrassed that you already know what he's going to say. and that you clearly know how much this is turning him on.

"one.. one more round? i'll be more gentle, i just uh.."

you put your ankle on cove's shoulder. "cove, fuck me again."

cove tenses up, this is gonna end up being a long night...

[usoinked]

🥀Metal and Roses🌸

Summary: Rhea Ripley and Tiffany Stratton couldn’t be any more different. There was a tough, dark-haired Aussie with an edge, exudes raw strength and had a no-nonsense attitude. Then there was a blonde beauty with a glamorous, spoiled persona, lived for the spotlight and wasn’t afraid to show it. The two women clashed from the moment they crossed paths with their contrasting personalities and aesthetics making it seem like they could never coexist. But when night of unexpected chemistry forces them to face their differences—we start to see what may lie beneath the surface of both of them 👀🥀🌸

CW: Smut, Explicit Language, Sexual Tension, 18+ MDNI

Enjoy! 😈🖤

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As she stared into the mirror, she remembered that Rhea was supposed to be coming over soon. The two of them had to go over their plans for tomorrow night on Raw, considering they were now a tag team, set to face Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodríguez. Tiffany was still fuming from Friday—Liv had attacked her from behind, all because Tiffany had taken her sweet time deciding who she would crash the next Pay-Per-View with. Liv thought it would be cute to get a little revenge, so she asked Adam Pearce for a match against Tiffany. But, of course, Liv needed a partner for the match. And who else could stand to have issues with Liv more than Rhea Ripley? That’s how they ended up here.

Tiffany finished slipping her Dior jacket on, just as a knock echoed at the door. She hesitated for a second, already knowing who it was. She got up, walking over and opening the door with a quick flick of her wrist. “Well, this is a surprise. I didn’t think you’d actually bother to show up,” Tiffany teased, putting her hands on her hips.

Rhea gave a sarcastic roll of her eyes, propping herself up with one arm against the door, an annoyed look painted on her face, though she forced a brief, fake smile. “Guess you don’t know me as well as you think, princess.” She lifted her chin slightly. “This won’t take long. Can I come in or not?”

Tiffany stepped aside, letting Rhea into the room, closing the door behind her. “Since we’re partners now for this tag match, I think we should go over some strategy—” Tiffany started, but was quickly cut off by Rhea, who shot her a sharp look, holding up a finger.

Rhea’s voice was firm as she shook her head. “Listen, sweetheart, I don’t follow rules, and I sure as hell don’t need your help to take out Liv and Raquel. The way we’re gonna win this match is by you staying out of my way, and letting me do what I do best—rip Liv and Raquel to pieces.”

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, arms crossing over her chest. “That’s not how a team works. You’re not doing this alone y’know. Liv attacked me on Smackdown too, and I want to get my hands on her just as much as you do. I might not be the muscle here, but I’m Ms. Money in the Bank for a reason, so you don’t get to tell me what to do. If you want to take down Liv and Raquel, we’re doing it together. That’s why we’re tag partners, hello?”

Rhea clicked her tongue, a smirk forming on her lips. “I don’t need you to help me, Tiffany. Your job is to stay on the sidelines, play with those curls of yours, and look pretty while I handle business in the ring. That’s it.”

Tiffany couldn’t help but grin, enjoying the fact that Rhea had acknowledged her looks. “First off, thanks for the compliment,” she said with a wink. “But second off? Rude.” She pouted dramatically, arms still crossed. “I know I’m pretty, but that’s exactly why you need me. Hello? How else are you gonna get the prettiest moonsault ever if I’m not there. I’m known for that by the way.” She bragged.

Rhea rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop herself from letting out a quiet laugh. There was something about Tiffany’s cocky yet playful energy that amused her. She wasn’t sure how, but the blonde had a way of making her smile—even if it was against her will.

Tiffany shot her a sly grin, her eyes glimmering with a challenge. “Trust me, you need me more than you think. That’s why we need to go over strategy for this match.” She said before walking over to the bed and sitting down crossing her legs. “Come on, we can’t win if you just stand there.”

Rhea just looked at Tiffany a moment before pinching the bridges of her nose reluctantly sitting down. “Fine, make it quick.”

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In the ring, Rhea gripped Liv by her hair, a wicked grin on her face as she slammed her into the mat causing Liv to let out a cry. “Aww, Liv, cry me a river,” she taunted, watching as Liv flailed on the mat.

Tiffany, eager to get into the match, bounced on the apron, hands outstretched. “Tag me in!” she shouted, her voice full of anticipation. Rhea glanced at her briefly, but she was too focused on keeping Liv under control. Finally, with a sigh of exasperation, Rhea reached over and slapped Tiffany’s hand, tagging her into the match.

Tiffany entered with a burst of energy, immediately going after Liv. But just as she was getting into her rhythm, Liv immediately crawled over to Raquel who then tagged herself in. The powerhouse slowly entered the ring before her and Tiffany circled each other a few times before charging at the blonde, throwing her weight into a brutal shoulder block that sent Tiffany stumbling back.

Raquel wasn’t about to give Tiffany a moment to breathe. She threw a series of punishing strikes, forcing Tiffany into the corner. Tiffany tried to fight back, landing a quick kick to Raquel’s midsection, but Raquel was relentless, lifting her up and slamming her back into the turnbuckles with a devastating Irish whip.

Tiffany staggered, trying to regain her footing, but Raquel was already on her, catching her with a big clothesline that instantly took her off her feet. Tiffany groaned in pain as Raquel’s strength was overwhelming.

“Tiff! Get up!” Rhea shouted as she slammed her foot down on the steel steps.

She struggled before shouting back, “I’m trying!” as she gave Raquel a massive kick to the mid section as the woman attempted to pick her up, trying to buy herself some time before she was ultimately struck in the face sending her back down to the mat.

The match was greuling, Rhea was tagged back in eventually but not before witnessing Tiffany go through a cruel state of affairs with Raquel. By this time though, Liv was tagged back in as well and Rhea took her opportunity to implement her favorite strategy of them all. Brutality of course.

As Rhea dominated Liv in the ring, her strength overwhelming her opponent, she finally hit a successful Riptide, planting Liv hard on the mat. Just as Rhea was about to go for the three-count, Raquel, who had been outside the ring, slid back in and broke up the pin with a brutal kick to Rhea’s back.

The referee immediately signaled for Raquel to return to her corner, but the damage had already been done. Tiffany, having regained her composure after a brief break, slid into the ring, charging at Raquel and delivering a devastating dropkick that sent her flying out of the ring.

With Raquel temporarily taken out of the equation, Tiffany didn’t hesitate. She hopped onto the second rope, then quickly ascended to the top, launching herself into the air and connecting with a picture-perfect moonsault onto Liv, who was still reeling from Rhea’s earlier assault. Tiffany quickly rolled out of the way, landing on her feet as Liv remained sprawled on the mat.

With Liv unable to recover in time, Rhea wasted no time going for the pretzel pin as the referee slid into position, counting—one, two, three.

The bell rang, signaling the win for Rhea and Tiffany as Rhea’s theme roared in the background. As the crowd erupted in cheers, the two women exchanged a long glance, their tension momentarily forgotten as they stood victorious in the ring.

“You actually didn’t get yourself pinned, princess,” Rhea muttered, walking toward Tiffany, who was staring as she stood up holding her stomach. Tiffany took a long look at Liv remembering that she had her briefcase, with Raquel out of the ring, her mind had an impulsive thought. She ignored Rhea’s comment actually leaving the ring making her way to the time keepers area grabbing her briefcase staring at it longingly before looking back up at Rhea who looked completely serious.

“Don’t you even think about it. You cash that in and Liv and Raquel will be the least of your worries, you’ll have me to deal with.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, I can cash this in when I want and wherever I want” she shot back before clutching onto her pink briefcase and starting to walk away from Rhea but still holding eye contact.

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Tiffany had slipped back into her hotel room, her hair styled in an elegant curled bun. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to shake it off, her mind kept drifting back to Rhea and the ominous threat she’d made. Hmph, we’ll see about that. Just then, a loud knock at the door jolted her back to reality, making her jump slightly. With a mix of annoyance and curiosity, she opened the door wide. “Can you knock any harder?”

Rhea stood there with a cunning smile. “I can do a lot of things harder, want an example?”

Tiffany scoffed. “No, what I want is an explanation for why you’re even here. We don’t have anything left to discuss, and we won, so shouldn’t you be happy or celebrating?”

“This is my happy face,” Rhea shot back, her grin fading into a fierce glare. “But I’m here to warn you. We may have been partners tonight, but make no mistake—you’re still my enemy because of that.” She gestured toward the pink briefcase sitting on the hotel desk. “My business with Liv Morgan has turned personal. I'd hate for you to interfere because you’re really beautiful, and if you want to keep your face that way, I suggest you turn your attention to Nia Jax instead.”

“Excuse me? While I appreciate the compliment, you don’t get to tell me what to do. As Ms. Money in the Bank, I do whatever I want and when I want. I don’t need your permission. I made my point with Liv in that tag match, but we both know she isn't finished with either of us. If you can’t take the title from her before I do, that’s just not my problem. Toodles!” Tiffany retorted, attempting to close the door.

Not having any of that, Rhea blocked the door and forcibly stepped inside, slamming it shut and pinning Tiffany against it. “Listen, princess. You can either go back to your Queen looking like the beauty you are, or I can send you back to Smackdown the Rhea Ripley way,” she said, a dangerous but tantalizing smile flashing across her lips.

While the situation had taken a turn for the intense, Tiffany couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and something else entirely. Rhea did look undeniably hot when she was angry. Wait—what am I thinking? This is Rhea Bloody Ripley pinning me against my own hotel room door!

“Attacking me won’t get you anywhere; I’ll still be Ms. Money in the Bank. And if Nia finds out you’re the one behind this, you'll suddenly have four enemies—Liv, Raquel, Nia, and me,” she shot back, a smirk playing on her lips, sensing that she might have turned the tables just a bit.

Rhea’s eyes narrowed slightly, and for a fleeting moment, the tension shared between them crackled in the air. “You really think you can intimidate me sweetheart?” she challenged, her voice low and teasing, an insinuation hanging between them as the corners of her lips curled upward into a smile.

Tiffany held Rhea’s gaze, despite her heart pounding. “I’m not trying to intimidate you, I’m just making it clear that I’m not backing down from you…..and I do like a challenge,” she replied, daringly.

“Good,” Rhea said, leaning in closer, their faces mere inches apart. “Because I’d hate to see such beauty go to waste.”

The air was thick with unspoken words and shared defiance. Each heartbeat felt amplified, sending an electric thrill through Tiffany.

She could hardly believe the intensity swirling between them as she was pressed against the door, Rhea’s body looming close, the heat radiating off her skin igniting a series of butterflies in her stomach. The atmosphere was charged, electric, and every breath she took felt heavy with possibility.

“What are you doing?” She managed to breathe out not even knowing why she even asked such a question when there was a very obvious answer.

“If you don’t like it, stop me.” she said, her voice thick with anticipation. There was a challenging glint in her eyes, one that dared Tiffany to back down. But she didn’t. And with that, Rhea reached forward, her hand finding the back of Tiffany’s neck, pulling her in closer as their lips crashed together. The kiss was fierce and unyielding, a mix of passion and urgency that told both women they had been waiting for this moment—fighting against it only to find it irresistible when finally faced with their desires.

The warmth of Rhea's body enveloped her, heightening Tiffany's awareness. Rhea’s lips moved skillfully against hers, igniting a fire deep within as she deepened the kiss, the pressure of their bodies against the door drawing a soft moan from Tiffany’s throat. Rhea’s grip tightened, fingers weaving into Tiffany’s hair, pulling her even closer.

Tiffany responded in kind, her hands dancing across Rhea’s broad shoulders, tasting the intoxicating mix of adrenaline and desire. Rhea felt the same way the blonde did, the taste of bubblegum on her drove Rhea near the point of insanity. She pushed forward, her body craving more, and pressed Rhea back until the other woman stumbled slightly, only for a moment, before righting herself, the playful challenge still gleaming in her eyes.

“Feisty, aren’t you?” Rhea teased, her voice low and sultry as she captured Tiffany’s gaze.

“Only for the right person,” came Tiffany’s breathless reply, feeling emboldened as she slid her hand down Rhea’s arm, feeling the muscle and strength there, before resting her palm on Rhea’s chest.

Rhea's expression shifted, desire etched across her features as she leaned in again, their lips colliding hotly. Tiffany's heart raced as she felt Rhea's hands sweep around her waist, pulling her against the other woman. There was something intoxicating about the danger of their situation, the exhilarating rush of feeling every inch of Rhea’s body pressed against her own.

As their tongues danced, Rhea began to take charge, guiding Tiffany backward until her back hit the edge of the bed. Tiffany gasped but didn’t resist as Rhea pushed her down onto the soft surface, their chemistry crackling with every shared breath.

“Still want to keep going princess?” Rhea asked, her voice a whisper, just above the seductive tension in the air.

“Have I asked you to stop once?” Tiffany replied, her breath quickening with anticipation. Her daring challenge seemed to ignite something primal in Rhea, her expression darkening with desire.

With a swift movement, Rhea hovered over Tiffany, her hands trailing down Tiffany’s sides, leaving a path of warmth in their wake. “You have no idea what you’re in for” Rhea murmured, before crashing their lips together again, her body pressing further against Tiffany, settling between her thighs.

The electric sensation drove Tiffany wild as Rhea’s kisses journeyed down her neck, trailing towards her collarbone. Tiffany arched her back, her body responding eagerly to Rhea’s every touch as she felt Rhea’s skilled hands explore her curves, tugging at the hem of her top.

“Do you want me to take this off?” Rhea asked, gaze flickering up to meet Tiffany’s, seeking permission mixed with playful mischief.

“Only if you promise to show me everything that comes next,” Tiffany pleaded, her heart hammering in her chest.

The intoxicating blend of dominance and submission flowed between them, feeding the fire that burned bright in the chamber. The lines of wrestling both seemingly erased, they were just two women driven by desire, wanting nothing more than to unleash the passion they’d kept hidden until now.

With a wicked grin, Rhea complied, lifting Tiffany's top over her head and tossing it aside, leaving Tiffany feeling exposed yet deliciously free. Rhea took a moment to appreciate the view, her eyes roaming over Tiffany’s body as if committing every detail to memory.

It was a wild, electrifying dance—one that neither was willing to stop as they pushed deeper into the game, teasing and taunting each other in the elaborate choreography of desire. As Rhea continued to explore and possess, Tiffany surrendered completely, ready to embrace every moment.

“Beautiful,” Rhea murmured before dragging her tongue slowly over one of Tiffany’s breasts before letting her tongue ring glide over one of her nipples being sure to take her time relishing in the soft gasps the blonde made. Tiffany slowly spread her legs slightly before gently reaching up and taking a handful of Rhea’s jet black hair into her hands.

The Aussie took that as a hefty invitation before licking over the girls bud once more before fully taking it into her mouth. The only thing that was on Tiffany by this point was her pink thongs that was covering the one thing that would expose her completely. The blonde squirmed in anticipation slightly before Rhea looked up at her smirking seeing how needy she was.

“Someone’s impatient” she said before kissing a path down Tiffany’s torso, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Tiffany, each touch igniting a heat that had been buried under layers of rivalry for far too long. She took the strings of the blonde’s thongs into her teeth before dragging them down to Tiffany’s ankles before sliding them off with ease fully leaving her exposed.

“What’s your safe word princess?” Rhea asked having the most devious smirk in the world on her face. Tiffany glanced down at Rhea’s septum piercing before speaking again. “Uh…Metal?” Rhea could only let out a dark chuckle before raising up the blonde’s legs hoisting them over her shoulders before dragging her tongue slowly through the girls folds causing a soft gasp to erupt from her lips.

Tiffany was tough for sure despite all of that makeup and how obsessed she was with the color pink. But right now, she was currently obsessed with Rhea Ripley who was between her legs. The moans that filled the room was something that Rhea could get use to all day, her voice might’ve been annoying but those moans were everything but that.

“Mmm! S-Shit!” The blonde cried out as she dug her nails deeper into Rhea’s scalp, her legs beginning tremble around the Aussie. She bucked her hips but Rhea’s gaze turned cold as she placed her hand on her lower stomach not only pushing her hips down but making the knot that would slowly come together feel more intense.

Rhea began to twist her tongue in ways Tiffany wasn’t prepared for at all because the moment her tongue ring rolled over the blonde’s clit, that drove her crazy. Sure, Tiffany looked good when she hit Liv with the prettiest moonsault ever in the ring, but she looked fucking perfect being at Rhea’s mercy and squirming around knowing she could go nowhere. The Aussie plunged her tongue deeper as Tiffany began to damn near scream.

Damn. It made sense why Rhea kept sticking her tongue out like that during her entrances or even after giving someone the beating of their life. She sure as hell knew how to use it. Tiffany could forget about the fact that she may freeze up when Rhea comes around after this, later on. Right now she was too busy having the eradicator’s face in between her legs. “R-Right there! Right there! I-I’m gonna c-cum, don’t stop!” She begged doing her best to try and buck her hips but Rhea still wasn’t having any of it. With another slow drag of Rhea’s tongue over her clit, Tiffany threw her head back in between the pillows before letting her toes curl completely as her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her body jolted violently as she gasps for air and rode out her high while her hand was still entangled in Rhea’s hair.

Rhea rolled her tongue over the girl’s clit a few more times loving the jolt of the blondes body before slowly pulling away and crawling back up towards Tiffany before cupping her cheek and engaging in a passionate make out session letting the blonde taste herself in the process. She tasted similar to peaches which was extremely addicting and Rhea couldn’t get enough of it. “You taste just as good as you look” she muttered as she pulled away. Just as she finished though she was caught off guard as Tiffany flipped them both over where she was on top much to Rhea’s surprise.

“You didn’t think you were just gonna make me scream like that and I not at least get a little pay back? You can’t just get away with that” she complained before beginning to remove Rhea’s shirt and matching pajama pants revealing the fact that she had nothing underneath. “You came over here with intentions didn’t you?”

Rhea only offered a devious smirk before speaking. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Tiffany huffed in response before taking in the image of Rhea’s tattoos everywhere. As much as she argued with Rhea, she couldn’t deny that this woman was a piece of fucking artwork. Her skin was so soft and Tiffany couldn’t keep her lips off it. The blonde wasted no time planting kisses on Rhea’s inner thighs before licking over Rhea’s clit agonizingly slow keeping eye contact with the Aussie the entire time.

Rhea’s breath hitched as she stared at Tiffany before letting out a soft gasp the moment Tiffany took her pierced nipples in between her fingers. Rhea raised her legs slightly giving Tiffany more room before she took one of her hands and layered it on top of Tiffany’s forcing it away from her left nipple. Her black nails combined with Tiffany’s rose colored ones as they intertwined together connecting in this intense moment even further.

Tiffany licked over Rhea’s clit once more before suddenly attaching her mouth to it like it was a moth drawn to a flame. The blonde didn’t let up letting her tongue swirl and curl every way it could against her clit and her folds shocking Rhea and sending her head back just momentarily.

The soft moans Rhea once had began to turn into cries as she wrapped her other hand around Tiffany’s blonde hair not caring that she was currently making the bun even messier than it already was. Tiffany could scold her for it later, right now she needed the tightness welling up in her stomach to be released. The Aussie bucked her hips against the blondes face and it seemed that Tiffany didn’t mind at all because she was completely glued between Rhea’s legs to the point where she could stay there for as long as she wanted. “F-Fuck! H-Hnngh!” She let out a slew of curses as she felt her orgasm building. “D-Don’t stop princess” she said gripping onto the girl’s bun roughly by this point due to feeling herself getting close and closer to the edge of coming undone.

The low hum Tiffany let out due to the slight bit of sweetness Rhea had to her was enough to cause her to test the waters and plunge her tongue deeper into the woman before her.

SNAP. The knot inside of Rhea became undone immediately as her moans became delayed. Her body jolted with pleasure as her legs trembled before she let out a long exasperated moan and started rolling her hips to drag out her high.

Tiffany crawled back on top of Rhea before they got into another heated tongue battle, returning the same favor earlier letting Rhea taste herself in the process. As she slowly pulled away, Tiffany felt Rhea tug on some of her locks which made the corners of her lips turn upward.

“So Rhea, still think my voice is annoying?”

Rhea rolled her eyes a bit. “If you keep using it to do more of that and less talking, I might consider taking it back.” She said before getting up and heading to the bathroom to turn on the shower. The blonde followed close behind figuring that it would be better if they showered together anyway considering the events that just took place. 😏

After the intensity of the night and a nice warm shower to accompany it, the two of them found themselves lying side by side in Tiffany’s hotel bed, the soft hum of the city outside and the TV inside barely audible. Rhea stretched out beside Tiffany, her body still warm from the closeness, and pulled the blanket over them both.

Tiffany shifted closer, resting her head on Rhea’s shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest. Rhea wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as Tiffany nestled against her side. The silence between them was peaceful and comfortable.

“You’re not…so bad” Tiffany whispered, her voice soft, teasing just a little.

Rhea chuckled, her fingers gently brushing through Tiffany’s hair. “I could say the same about you beautiful” she replied, her voice low and full of affection.

Tiffany let out a content sigh, her hand resting over Rhea’s, their fingers intertwining naturally. “You’re actually staying?” she murmured.

Rhea smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Tiffany’s forehead before letting her gaze meet the blonde’s. “After what happened tonight, why wouldn’t I?”

Tiffany’s lips curled into a soft smile as she gazed up at Rhea, her chest still rising and falling in the comfort of the moment. “You seem like the type to leave afterwards.” She shrugged.

Rhea’s smile deepened, her fingers gently tracing the back of Tiffany’s hand. “When something feels this good, you don’t walk away.” she said, her tone steady and reassuring before leaning down and pressing another soft kiss to Tiffany’s forehead before resting her head beside hers.

And with that, the two of them drifted off to sleep, tangled in each other’s warmth, the outside world fading away as they shared a quiet, perfect moment 🖤

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Note: Hi! I hope y’all enjoyed this and I’m sorry if the smut wasn’t that good! I was getting super flustered while writing it 😅😀

Another Note: Also I didn’t proofread this fully so I’m sorry if there’s any errors 😭

[bella-rose29]

Happy New Year - Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: barely proof read (I vaguely looked over it once) and mentions of alcohol consumption

felt like writing this (it's totally not to sweeten you all up for when I post deck the halls part 5 tomorrow whaaat that would be ridiculous I would never do that... 👀)

Tag list (i think this is everyone but idk anything anymore): @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @briar-rose23, @curseofhecate, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @informedimagining, @karensirkobabes, @light-23, @locknco, @mentallyillsodapop, @mischivana, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @no-morning-glories, @novelizt, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife

"Right, we've got just over an hour before midnight and George has got the telly all set up for the fireworks display. Holly said she'd be here in about ten minutes and Kipps is coming with her, I'm not entirely sure where Lucy and Norrie are which I should probably be more concerned about, and I think that's everything. Is Flo coming do you know? Because I know George said she hadn't decided yet but-"

"Lockwood?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you sit down? You seem very stressed," Y/n said, smiling at him from behind her mug of tea while she sat in the kitchen, watching Lockwood pace around the table. It was definitely way past her normal bedtime, but Lockwood had seemed so excited about seeing the New Year in with them all that she couldn't exactly say no to him, especially not when he'd given her a small smile filled with hope that she would say yes to spending the evening with him.

That and they'd tested out the speakers earlier, and she would never have been able to sleep with the music as loud as it currently was.

"I am hosting, Y/n/n. I'm meant to be stressed; it's part of the job."

"Well," she started, getting out of her chair and wincing when her bones clicked. She picked up the mug that Lockwood had abandoned on the table and moved over to where he had stopped his pacing. "I think you're meant to drink your tea and have a biscuit. Then everything will be better, yeah?"

"Alright, if that's what the doctor orders," he smiled as he took the mug out of her hand, and she felt her heart stutter in her chest at the sight. She'd had a crush on Anthony Lockwood since she first met him a few years ago in a café, both him and his company and her Fittes team winding down after their jobs and grabbing a cup of tea before heading out into the cold again. Then she'd quit her job at Fittes because they stopped giving her work and she couldn't afford the rent, and she'd noticed an ad in the paper for agents to join the psychical agency Lockwood and Co, and she'd been met with the pretty boy from the café again. He'd welcomed her instantly, made her feel at home and gave her a place to live, and over the next couple of years her feelings only grew.

Now they were 18 years old, soon to be celebrating the New Year in 35 Portland Row together, and he was smiling at her like she was the sun.

"Don't tell George about the biscuits though, yeah?" he whispered, leaning in as though it were the sort of secret that could never be told. She nodded, snorting at his mock seriousness.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good. Can't have you on your own, can we?"

"I wouldn't be alone, Lockwood. I'd have Lucy, and Holly, and George." She frowned a little, considering something. "Although maybe not George if he's killed you. I don't really want to be friends with murderers to be honest." Lockwood let out a laugh, and Y/n couldn't help but grin back at him when his joy was so infectious.

"No, I don't suppose that would be very good, would it?" He chuckled to himself for a moment or so, sipping his tea and munching on a biscuit. "I'm not much looking forward to being the only one not getting a kiss at midnight though."

It surprised her that he'd brought up the topic, since Lockwood had never really shown much interest in that sort of thing before. "Kipps'll probably be on his own too, although I'm not sure you'll be able to convince him to give you a smooch. I'm not kissing anyone either, if that helps."

"I think I'd rather kiss George's underwear than Kipps. You're not even going to kiss Lucy? I thought you two said you would," he asked, attempting to sound disinterested in the whole subject.

"Yeah, well now that she's got Norrie here they're gonna kiss instead, so I'm on my own. And I would also rather kiss George's pants than Kipps."

"Ah."

"Hmm." They drank the remainder of their tea in silence, the music from the speakers that George had set up streaming in despite being muffled through the closed kitchen door. "You know, I haven't even had my first kiss yet."

Lockwood looked at her, surprise all over his face. "What about that guy you went on a date with?"

"What? When did I go on a date?" And why did Lockwood sound... jealous?

"A few weeks ago. Oh, what was his name? Dave? Derek?"

"Daniel?"

"Yes! Daniel, that's the one. I knew it started with a 'd'."

"Dan's not... we're not dating, Lockwood. That wasn't a date," she said, feeling increasingly flustered.

"So he just bought you flowers and took you to dinner... as a friend?" Lockwood was definitely jealous, and Y/n had to bite back a laugh at the idea. Something was nagging at her in the back of her mind, telling her that it was strange for him to be jealous and wouldn't that mean something? but she wasn't paying much attention to it.

"Well I told him it wasn't a date. And we didn't kiss so I don't see how it's relevant."

"Right." A momentary pause. "But still, how come you haven't kissed anyone before?"

"It's not by choice. I've just never... had the opportunity I guess. You've probably kissed loads of people, what with how many of them you charm every day." Lockwood shrugged.

"Not really. There was one girl a few months ago, but she kissed me after pinning me against a taxi so that I physically couldn't get away from her, so I'm not entirely sure that counts."

"... What?"

"Yeah. After that job for Mrs. Hastings, her daughter followed us out and shoved me against the taxi. I have no idea how she was that strong but I feared for my life."

"You're ridiculous," she muttered as she looked at his face, no hint of anything other than utter seriousness displayed on his features.

"Ah, there you two are!" George said, pushing open the door and talking slightly louder than normal due to the blaring music. "I was wondering where you'd got to! Come on, the others are all here now, and they managed to convince Flo to come along somehow."

Y/n put down her empty tea mug and picked up her plastic cup that had had Lucy's punch in it (although what was in the punch itself she had no idea), and headed into the living room with Lockwood close behind to get comfy for the celebrations.

~~~

"Five minutes everyone!" Lucy shouted. She had since emerged from wherever it was that she'd been hiding (she and Norrie had appeared in giggles and with blushes on their faces, so Y/n felt sure in her assumption of what they'd been up to) and was now handing around a large bottle of some sort of cocktail that she'd mixed earlier.

Y/n and Lockwood were curled up next to each other on the sofa, somehow fitting the both of them on there without falling off. Lockwood was partially sat up, leaning his back against the armrest and holding Y/n close to him by wrapping an arm around her waist.

"You alright, love?" Lockwood murmured into her ear, and she nodded sleepily. Despite the loud music and alcohol Y/n was feeling worn out from the late hour, and Lockwood's hand stroking through her hair wasn't helping to keep her awake.

"I'm alright. Jus' tired."

"Not long now. Four minutes I think."

"I still don't have anyone to kiss," she said, a frown appearing on her face. The alcohol had made her tipsy, and she pushed herself up to look at Lockwood. "Neither do you. Oh!" she exclaimed, thinking up a brilliant idea that was helped by the drinks in her system. "We should jus' kiss each other, then all of our problems will be solved!"

"I'm not sure about all, love," Lockwood chuckled, and Y/n's frown reappeared.

"So you don't want to kiss me?"

"I didn't say that," he replied, voice growing quiet. "I mean, if you're happy to then... you know. If you don't mind then I don't... we can kiss. If you want."

"I want. I'm not going to lie I've wanted to kiss you for years now. You're so prettyyyy and kind and funny and lovely." She had no control over her words, all of them flying out before she could properly stop and think, and then she was registering them and slapping her hand over her mouth while her face turned red. Lockwood was just staring at her, his mouth slightly open and his face flushed from the alcohol he had drunk, and she buried her head in his chest.

"Why are you hiding, love? You're pretty too, so I don't know why you're not letting me look at you." He was still stroking his fingers through her hair, and when she brought her head back up to smile softly at him he pulled her closer (although she hadn't thought that was possible).

"You're drunk, Lockwood."

"I'm not-sober. There's a difference. Besides, you're not-sober too," he wagged a finger at her with a smile. "Wait, what does me being not-sober have to do with you being pretty?"

"'Cause you don't know what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying, love." It was almost too much, the fondness in his eyes, and if she wasn't so captivated she would have looked away. "I've wanted to kiss you for years too, I was just never brave enough."

"Ten seconds!" Lucy yelled, and Y/n wondered just how long she'd been staring into Lockwood's eyes for time to pass so quickly.

"Nine!" the others gathered in the room started chanting, not noticing Lockwood and Y/n cuddled up on the sofa. "Eight! Seven! Six!" Lockwood pushed a strand of hair back behind Y/n's ear, his hand lingering at the side of her face and cupping her cheek. "Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Lockwood," she whispered, brushing her nose against his.

"Happy New Year, Y/n/n," he whispered back, pressing his mouth to hers.

[duckchu]

Hi!

Could you please write for the following for Kayn;

Reader has media studies, and got an internship under Yone's guidance (as much as I love him, strictly platonic😭)

Kayn falls for reader along the way she is there to work with Yone, maybe even gets a little jealous until he gets himself to finally make a move and stop being dramatic about it 💀

Can have tags, im down for anything 👀🗿

Thank you ❤️

Ooooh I love this idea thank youuu

But I've got no idea how media studies work (I have expanded history and English, so pretty different directions sorry) so if I make stupid mistakes lmk so I can correct them

Also Kayn is kinda mean in the beginning but it's Kayn

"Ok no worries it's just an internship with one of the biggest producers you've heard of, no biggie" You thought to yourself as you walked into the studio. Yone, the supervisor of your internship, was already waiting for you. At the beginning, your relationship was very stiff. Neither of you knew how to approach it, since it was the first internship both of you have done. While you liked working under him since you were always given clear instructions and his critique was rooted in wanting to help you better your work and not mean spirited at all. After a week, you both warmed up to eachother, sharing some small talk and finally you met his bandmates. Don't get me wrong, he didn't mean to put off your meeting, but they were all busy with their own schedules while he was mentoring you. But then, one day you walked into the studio and saw the other 5 members of HEARTSTEEL, goofing around. Yone must have noticed how surprised you were, so he introduced you to all the guys. Aphelios only gave you a nod, busy with his own work and Kayn seemed not too pleased at meeting you, but Ezreal, Sett and K'Sante seemed more excited about meeting you. After getting to know most of the guys, you got to work, working on a song for HEARTSTEEL'S new album, which seemed to annoy Kayn

- Are we really letting her produce our songs?-

After that Yone seemed to precisely time your work so you wouldn't be in the studio with Kayn as often as the rest, though it surprisingly seemed to annoy the pink headed menace, who went behind Yone's back in order to find you during your break and talk you up. While being as annoying as he always is. While you entertained him for some time, you quickly got back to work and that was that. Or so you thought. You intrigued him. So he spend his sweet time bugging Yone about you, sometimes even suggesting the older man was in a relationship with you to test how he'll react.

Finally, after a long time, when your internship was coming to an end he decided that he's done feeling jealous of how much time you spent with Yone. Or how many times you went to grab dinner with Ezreal. Even how you and Alune seemed to click instantly when she came to see how the progress on the album was going. When you went to take your break, he grabbed you and pulled you in an old supply closet. From the unamused look on your face he figured there were better ways to do this, but whatever.

- So...Wanna go out? - god, why is he so...himself? But might as well, a little date wouldn't hurt

- Sure. - You couldn't believe you agreed, but what's the worst that could happen?

An annoying boyfriend could happen.

[qqtxt]

[🎈] sway with me [🦊]

[!] this is for the 1k followers mini fics. click here to find out more!✿ pairing: yeonjun x reader / idol!txt / employee!you / fluff / 712 words / minor cursing (none with ill intention!) ✿ request: [dance] + yeonjun (for our muses to dance together) ✿ note: this is cute. i'm invested in this. [main masterlist 🌸] / [event masterlist] / [tag: #qqtxt: 1k]

it wasn't uncommon for you to be in the practice room whenever yeonjun had to practice his dancing. there are moments where he'll find an empty practice room and decide to text you: i'm at practice room 101 if you wanna swing by... 👀. and you do swing by because why the hell wouldn't you?

you brought something to keep you busy; nothing much but a couple of files you could proofread a couple of times to make sure you don't miss out on any details for your next briefing. yeonjun sneaks a few peeks at you from time to time and it's this giddy, child-like feeling blossoming in his chest when he notices you looking at him.

if anyone was watching, they would think the two of you were outright disgusting. but given the privacy you two shared in the empty practice room, yeonjun finds the perfect opportunity to–you look up from your file when you notice a shadow blocking half the page you're reading (or was reading).

it makes you snort, putting the file to the side with a raised brow at the sight of his hand extended out to you.

"what?" you scoff a laugh, keeping him waiting like this was hilarious given his puppy eyes and small pout. "take my hand," he wiggles his fingers impatiently.

"i'm not much of a dancer, jun. you know this and should've known since the last time i stepped on your feet a million times."

"eh," he shrugs, bending down to grab onto your hand so he can pull you up, leading you to the middle of the empty space, "it wasn't even close to a million,"

"i don't even–"your words get clogged up when the familiar voice of michael bublé echoes off the walls and yeonjun maneuvers one of your hands to rest on his shoulder as he grips the other, holding it up as he guides you with his other hand on your waist. "i take no responsibility if tubatu loses their main dancer," you announce as he begins to make you move along with him but he stops with a laugh, head thrown back at your remark. it makes you giggle seeing his reaction; how effortless it was for you to make him laugh all the time.

he shakes his head and faces you with a smirk, "it's gonna take more than you stepping on my feet to do any real damage, baby."

"aren't you a cocky motherfu–!" your voice fades off into a squeal when he spins you around as if he's half-dragging, half-floating you around the room with ease but in actual fact, it was because your body trusted him more than your mind did. the muscle memory of feeling safe with him made your heart leap over your head, allowing yeonjun to maneuver you around and avoid your feet stepping onto his to his best ability.

after a solid minute of spinning you around, he slows down to a more mellow pace; ignoring the upbeat tempo from the song as you two catch your breath. he chuckles when you rest your head on his chest, shaking your head with a laugh.

"not so bad, huh?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before you look up to him with a resigned smile, "you just do the darnedest things, don't you?"

"let me spin you around again?"

"as long as you're there to catch me."

"oh," yeonjun grins, already gripping onto your waist and tightening his hold on your hand, "i'll always be there to catch you."

(("what are you, the fbi?" a voice makes soobin's shoulders jump, but he relaxes when he processes it's just beomgyu. "huh?"

the latter snorts, motioning with his head at soobin's hands holding onto a phone, recording past the tiny gap of the practice room where you and yeonjun resided and where you're still dancing.

"why are you being a creep recording them like that?"

"because it's cute and–you know what? use your phone. your quality is better."

"fuck's sake..." beomgyu muttered under his breath, but his actions prove otherwise when he pulls out his phone to comply, "i'm gonna get hyung to buy me that new coat i want if he wants to get this footage."))

[vodika-vibes]

Jango 😍 may we get something for him? I‘m not too fussy about anything in particular but I am a thirsty mess for him sooooo maybe some steamy making out?🫣👀 thank you 😊

Missed You

Summary: Jango comes home after a long job.

Pairing: Jango Fett x Reader

Word Count: 628

Warnings: Hints of sub!Jango, if you squint. (I dunno, man, it just happened but I'm kinda feeling it.)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this is so short, but you didn't specify if you wanted any written smut, so I cut the story before it got that far. BUT if you, maybe, wanted me to write you some sub!Jango feel free to send an ask! Also this is set in an AU where the clones are a thing, but Jango didn't create them willingly. So Boba doesn't exist, yet.

You hum a quiet tune as you move around your kitchen. You’d already cooked dinner, and eaten, and now is time for the oh so fun job of cleaning up after cooking and eating. Sometimes being an adult sucks. You miss the days when you could just eat and then go and play.

Of course, that’s also the only part of your childhood you miss.

You set the last of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, and toss the cleaning rag into the laundry bin, before you hit the button to start the washer, and you step out of your kitchen and into your living room.

You’re lucky. You managed to buy a decent sized home, with a decent sized yard, for cheap. Of course, you had to fix it up, but at this point your house feels like home. Which, of course, was the whole point.

You’re about to sink into your couch and turn on a movie, when you hear the familiar sound of the side door opening, and then shutting with a loud click. And then there’s the even more familiar sound of heavy armor getting set on the shelf, and a wide smile crosses your face.

Jango is home.

You cross the living room, heading to the side of the house that Jango always enters through after he’s been working. You don’t even manage to get to the door, before it clicks open and Jango steps into the house properly.

You open your mouth to greet him, but you don’t have the chance, as he crosses the short distance between you, and crashes his lips against yours. One of his arms wraps snugly around your waist as he pulls you tightly against him, while the other hand settles on the back of your neck.

He breaks the kiss and moves his lips to your throat, instinctively finding the spot on your neck that makes your knees weak, “Jan-” You gasp out his name, or, at least, you try to, and he chuckles low in the back of his throat.

“Missed you,” Jango murmurs as he lightly nips your throat, “So kriffing much-”

You release a laugh that turns into a moan when he bites down on your shoulder, “You-kriff Jango…” You gasp, “You were the one who decided to take the job-” You manage to get out.

He groans, “I know. We needed the credits,” Jango crashes his lips against yours again and walks you backwards until you tumble onto the couch, with Jango pressed into you. He doesn’t once break the kiss.

You drag your hands up his back and into his curls, and you moan into the kiss, trying to pull him even closer to you. 

A low curse falls from his lips in a language you don’t immediately recognize, and his hands dip under the hem of your shirt to dance across your stomach and ribs.

“Look at you,” Jango murmurs, “So pretty. And so pliant under my hands,” His voice takes on a teasing lilt and you try to pout at him, though it’s ruined by the smile playing on your lips. 

“I can’t help it, you have very talented hands.” You reply.

“I have an even more talented mouth.” He retorts with a growing grin.

“Do you? You’ll have to remind me,” You tease.

He groans and manages to get your shirt up and off, before you’re able to stop him with a light touch of your finger against his lips. “Cyare?”

“Jango,” Your smile is small and loving, “Bedroom.”

His dark eyes scan your face for a moment, and he obviously sees something that he likes, because his eyes darken with desire. “Yes ma’am.”

Delight crosses your face. You do so love it when Jango wants to play.

[sunny-side-pizza]

TAFFY TOWER REF SHEET MASTER POST GRAAAAAAAAH

it’s been a hot minute since I’ve last posted taffy tower stuff, and since pizza tower came out recently I thought that now would be a great time to post more of it!

I decided to remake the refs for toffee and Jones along with some y’all haven’t seen yet

Also I’m sorry that 2 of these are sketches, I didn’t feel like fully finishing them-

Either way, I hope you guys like these! Also, if anyone wants to draw them you’re free to do so, just tag me in it so I can see it! I’d love to see what you draw!

Also, I’ll eventually be making a more detailed post about these fellas and their info since their descriptions only cover a bit of their personalities and such, along with just general taffy tower info

(Btw, there’s more characters so stay tuned for them 👀)

(Also, huge thank you to @bizukun for helping me out with the (re)designs of crustee, mallo, and bon bon!)

(Also please click on these to see them better because the quality got FUCKED)

[earlronove]

Your WIP names tag game titles are so fantastic! There are so many I want to ask about, but Snow Among Revenants (& Summertime Wraiths) stood out the most. [Though, Star Touched Ghosts also has me 👀]

(via @wintherlywords)

These are two novella ideas that have the same characters! The Summertime Wraiths one came about because events in Snow Among Revenants (which may get a name change) weren't quite clicking if the two leads didn't already know each other. They are both basic fantasies and deal with ghosts.

Snow Among Revenants first!

Neglected for years, Caestmire Castle has become an eyesore in the snow capped mountainside. One day, the ruling family inside just disappeared and in their wake revenants and ghosts were left. Locals avoid the place, but their warnings fall on deaf ears when adventurers want to find rumored treasure within. They never return. The Holy Alliance of Caestmire has finally decided to do something with it and sends Emory, a cleric known for his interest in ghosts and the arcane. Unfortunately for him, Korvas, a member of the Holy Guard, must accompany him for his own protection. When Emory and Korvas arrive at the castle, however, they find more than a simple haunting. Among the ghosts and revenants is a dragon when dragons have long since been driven from the world and it is not happy to be there.

Summertime Wraiths doesn't really have much of a description yet. Just Emory and Korvas meeting for the first time and dealing with wraiths in the summertime. I know, very original.

These characters totally came into my head after playing Octopath Traveler 2's demo and being introduced to Temenos and Crick, although they don't quite act like either of them. Hopefully when I'm in a more fantasy mood, I'll be able to get right back to them!

(Interested in more titles? You can see more here if anyone wants to ask about them!)

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update - 12/24/2023 Christmas Eve

Hey Nerdie! You’ve got some bags there.

I do both under my eyes and Din finally let me look through the ones he’s been using. It’s….Mandalorians are wild.

I feel like they’re not Nerdie, at least not how you’re thinking. Should we even ask?

Has to do with what I’ve written this week:

Weddings 101 with Dieter - chapter 3 came out this week. There was a fight that I still giggle about. There will be more, I’m loving the beef between Dieter and Oscar. There had to be some type of fight in the rom-com. 🤭 There was also cloud smut? I don’t know how else to put it. Ya’ll read it and tell me what it was.

Sard’ika Sessions - In Session Four Din put together something in the reader’s house. They may use it again. Liberties are taken with the Creed and Mandalorian culture though not too crazy. (That might be for an epilogue.) I’d like to thank everyone who’s been reading since Session one (we’ve come so far from thigh-riding) and are now on the latter end where our Session partners are exploring each other but communication as well. It was really sweet to read people’s comments and see that they picked up on how well they communicate with each other while indulging in their sexual appetites. I’d like to think it’s come across how I planned it originally when I scribbled all of this in my notebook at 4am when I couldn’t sleep in November after Thanksgiving of all things. We’ll see how things continue to progress.

I have a poll up for “Weddings 101 with Dieter” to determine what might go into chapter four. I’m enjoying everyone’s comments and options on what should happen with both Dieter/Maya and Dieter vs. Oscar. Click the link above to vote and have your suggestions added. I’ll announce the results and the most voted will be put in. I’ll likely add some of the other suggestions because I like them so much. ☺️

Remember Frankie~ (I read something new and caught up on a few things. Some of which weren’t even related to our favorite pilot. My mind went deep into smut. As a warning, don’t read while multi-tasking! Though I take it as a point of pride to have someone forget their name while on a call. 😉) They knew who they are. 😎 Love ya! ❤️

Nerdie’s Bedtime Stories (Might be a new series for weirdness I think up and might read to someone. This was a Christmas Carol featuring some of the Pedro boys. A Feral Carol as @maggiemayhemnj called it.) @undercoverpena and @morallyinept encouraged me. 🤣

You put a lot of thought into what you write. We really thought it was only the non-smut stuff you thought hard on. You’ve indicated you have trouble with that before.

It’s not so much I have trouble with it. I’m used to doing one-shots and exclusivity writing smut before I joined back up on Tumblr. I’m branching out and trying all sorts of smut and actual storylines (when I can make it coherent to anyone but myself) in my writing now. Even comedy with Dieter though I like to put little jokes in most of my writing.

Ah, so you’re learning as you go on as we all do. Fair. Any current WIPs you’re trying to finish up before 2023 is out?

Well, I have a Pickled Peña to finish. Everyone’s welcome to join in and write about our favorite DEA agent Javier Peña. Everyone who’s participating will post on January 1st and tag their work with the “pickled peña” tag.

I’m also participating in the PMAMC 2024 which is in mid-January. I decided to challenge myself with not only writing about pegging but also writing with a character I’ve only written for once and in his historical setting, because past Nerdie who accepted this was feeling ambitious. 😗 Present Nerdie wonders what was she thinking. 🧐 She also has to review her notes on what may have been used to facilitate pegging during the time period, there’s a long note I have on it. It should be mostly historically accurate, I guess, because that’s what matters. 👀 In pegging - the historical aspect. 😒

I have two Robbie Reyes asks to work on as well as one smut piece I wanted to do for him and one actual story.

There are three Joel pieces that I wanted to write, one will be tabled until next Christmas. I don’t think I’ll finish it by tomorrow. The second was a post outbreak one, I’ve only written post outbreak once so I want to see if it will be a one short or series. The third one might be finished. I need to edit it.

Anything else will likely be tabled until 2024 because I either don’t have ideas for it or I want to wait until I feel good about writing it. 😊

Any last remarks?

I’d like to thank any and all of my beta readers: @avastrasposts @musings-of-a-rose @frenchiereading @theywhowriteandknowthings @megamindsecretlair @pedrodascal @iamasaddie @fhatbhabie and @morallyinept @legendary-pink-dot

Ya’ll saw all the typos, swapped countries and off beat plot points. 😗

Also @linzels-blog don’t worry The Creed is fine. Mostly I believe. Like it will all work out. 😉

I usually add fics I’ve read this week but I’m going to organize them and put them in another fic rec post because I have them saved there already. 😎

The above wallpaper was made by @xxhypersomnia who did two sets of awesome retro Javier Peña edits on her page. 🥰 She even tagged me in the second one which I have to look at later when I’m home.

[cosmica-galaxy]

the lil babs scenerios is adorable as hell and i love it

Maybe before that event, can you do a scenerio where how the main boys asked player out?

Or maybe player is the one who suprisingly asked them out..who knows, its your choice 👀

Sorry it took so long! I'm trying to answer my older questions today!

DATING START!

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Hank is not a romantic grunt. Heck, barely anyone in Nevada gets into relationships these days. It's almost like a lost practice to them...dating another being in Nevada. But when the Player is involved, Hank is suddenly interested in trying.

It starts out as a normal day before Hank starts acting strange around you. A little bit more...off than usual. He keeps staring at you and looking away when he gets caught gawking. You were worried something was going on with him until you both manage to get some alone time together and Hank suddenly says one thing.

"Date?"

You give him a confused look before saying the current date on the calendar, to which he shakes his head definitely and elaborates.

"You and me...date?"

Finally, it seemed to click with you. Your eyes widen and a blush creeps up on your face as you fidget in place before giving the tall grunt a coy smile. You thought about your relationship as Player and Vessel for a moment...and you did have to admit that Hank has crossed your mind more than once...especially when you think you're alone.

"I...alright! I guess we can try!" You say haphazardly and you don't miss the way that Hank's goggles seem to glitter as he reaches over and picks you up, twirling you around. Enticing a bout of laughter out of you.

Hank's way of showing affection may be gruesome to others, especially since he tends to bring you back valuables that are still attached to the limbs of his victims, but you appreciate that he's trying his best to display his affection in the only ways he knows how.

You love your large murderous vessel and Hank returns the affections with a bloody-faced nuzzle into your cheek.

Sanford and Deimos are a tag team in lots of their missions, but this mission was...unique. Both of them wanted to date their Player and ask them out. But they couldn't really decide how to go about doing that. How can they ask out their PLAYER?

Would you even feel the same about them? Would a god even know how to date? Would THEY even know how to date?? It's been so long since anyone in Nevada has found a reason or a time to date another. Especially since they're amidst the apocalypse. You would think that since the two were already as close as can be to one another, they would have the skill set to ask out the Player effectively. But, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Both of the mercenaries had to brainstorm for a while to come up with a nice plan for their Player. Then one day, they begin to set the plan in motion. Sanford was to prepare a nice meal for you all to share, even if you said 'no' it was still a nice meal that you all can have together, and Deimos was tasked with asking you out and being the humorous one that would butter you up.

So they both get to work.

You were immediately suspicious of Deimos sliding into place on the couch next to you. But you relaxed when he began small chat and told a small array of jokes to you, making you smile as he grins back with his sharp teeth. Then, he starts to grow more and more flustered as he slowly runs out of things to say, checking the time multiple times. Once inquired about why he was doing so, he stutters and fumbles with his words.

"Well...uh...me and Sanford have something planned for you!" Deimos admits, making you tilt your head to the side.

"You see...me and Ford are...we, uh...we really like you a lot and we wanted to show you our...appreciation! Yeah! So Ford is making us all a nice dinner! We wanted you to join us!" Deimos coughs awkwardly as you merely begin to grin widely.

"Oh my, Deimos...are you asking me out~?" You tease.

Deimos could only grow more flustered as you lean in closer to the merc. Your eyes flutter as you mess with the grunt.

"I would love to go to dinner with you both~" You smile while in close proximity to Deimos, as he hunkers in on himself and his face grows redder and hotter by the moment.

The moment is shattered when Ford comes in and announces that the meal was ready, making Deimos quickly jump up and make a comment about how he was hungry, hurrying to leave the room and making you laugh loudly as Sanford stands there confused.

Your date consists of a delicious meal with your two chosen grunts. Each of you having a wonderful time drinking and eating and sharing interests about one another. It's by this time you've caught onto their plot to date you and you decided to make yourself a menace. Every time you would stick a bit of food in your mouth, you would let out a suggestive moan and compliment Sanford on his cooking.

By the end of the dinner, both Sanford and Deimos are sporting burning red faces and you can't help but laugh at them. You even thank them for the dinner date while you begin to leave and you even allude to hopefully having another one with them both soon.

You hear the two of them high-five one another when you leave the room, making you grin in happiness.

Doc is a much more reserved grunt and he comes with his own brand of roadblocks and introverted hurdles. First of all, he's a very busy grunt and he rarely powers down for a proper amount of sleep. Secondly, he's more reserved than your much more obvious vessels. He tends to keep to himself, even when you're aware that he shares the same feelings about you that the others do.

He may think he's sneaky, but you're a sharp one.

You can see how your compliments affect him, how you appreciate him taking the time out of his day to patch up the crew after a mission. You even find your own heart throbbing when in his presence and you've had to control yourself numerous times. Especially when 2B talks...his voice was just so...romantic? Alluring? Attractive? You couldn't really place the word, but every time he spoke, your face would burn in response.

In your mind, the other vessels didn't just click with you like 2B did...but he's so reserved and busy, that for a long time, you refused to acknowledge your feelings about him in a vain attempt to keep your relationship professional. But the heart wants what the heart wants and it was set on 2B.

You know he feels the same, but he probably feels the same way you do. You're a GOD amongst the inhabitants of Nevada. He probably thinks that you're better off with someone else or that you're too important to settle down with a grunt. So, one day, you gain the courage to finally go down to the medbay and talk to 2B.

You were going to ask him out...or at least try and get him to hang out with you.

So, here you find yourself. Standing in the medbay while 2B quietly works at his desk. Taking a sip of coffee before slipping on his mask. He finally takes notice of your presence and nods in your general direction.

"Do you need something, Player? Are you feeling ill?" The pseudo-doctor asks, his red goggles staring you down, making your heartbeat speed up.

"Uh...uh...no, not really...I don't think so?" You mutter, confusedly.

Immediately, all of your confidence seems to dissolve at once the moment he begins to question you. Your heart was now thundering in your chest just from hearing his voice alone, you don't even have a plan in mind! What were you thinking!?

You should've had an idea before you came down here! Now you just look like a weirdo!! You only snap out of it the moment you feel a gloved hand touch your forehead, you jump in response. Finally coming back to the realm of Nevada and seeing how close 2B became.

"Player, you're burning up. Are you SURE you're okay?" 2B inquires, looking at you for an answer as you shudder in response to his touch.

"Yeah! I'm good!!" You loudly squeak out. Making 2B arch his brow in disbelief. "It's...It's just...It's--!! It only happens when I'm around y--!" You close your mouth and avert your eyes from his gaze.

Why the FUCK would you say that!!?

"Oh? It only happens around me, huh? How peculiar..." You hear that luxurious voice in your ear, making you jump in place. Your face is growing redder and redder by the moment. Oh fuck. He knows.

You feel yourself concede to your flustered state and you nod.

"I...I just react this way because of you 2B. I came down here, not because I'm ill or sick, but because I wanted to ask...if you wanted to spend some time with me...later on...or whenever." Your voice trails off after your explanation and you finally look back at 2B, who seemed surprised.

"Player...I would love to spend more time with you. I have some crucial work to get done right now, but I will have some time for a break later. Would that be fine with you?" 2B asks, to which you nod.

"T-That will work!! I'll get a movie and we can watch it later on!" You hurriedly say, then you slip away from 2B to hide your apple-red face. "I'll see you later on then! Bye!!" You shout as you slip out of the medbay.

Once clear of it, you do a little dance and quietly shriek in happiness. You got a date tonight!! You're going to look your best and pick out a movie that you'll know 2B would like! So, you skip back to the main area of the base to prepare.

On your date, you both sit on the couch in your personal living quarters. 2B having his arm slung around you and you happily resting on his chest while you watch the horror movie unfold. Each of you enjoying a bowl of buttered popcorn in the meantime. Even making small talk and asking how each of you has been.

Your heart was pretty much dancing around in your chest and your stomach was filled with butterflies.

Unbeknownst to you, so was 2B's.

You both merely enjoy your movie and alone time together. Not realizing just how much both parties actually wanted to be together.

[breitzbachbea]

Btw I’m very new to your blog, could I get a brief intro to your OCs (and their nationalities if they have any 👀)? Just want to keep up with the story BJHB

Oh my goood anon, I love youuu.

However I sadly have like. Over 200 named characters in one and the same universe so it can be quite tricky to give an introduction to them.

I explain the worldbuilding here, though! And within that context also briefly talk about the Irish, the English, the Sicilians.

As I say in the linked ask, I am currently working on the rewrite of the first two main stories, but here's a blurb I've made for the rewrite of story 1, Irish Problems:

Hetalia Human AU/Organized Crime AU. Almost every Hetalia Character is the biggest shark in their nation’s organized crime shark tank & usually supported by two right hands. The story centers on HWS Ireland and HWS Sicily (both OCs of mine).

Two islands, two requests, one weekend: Harry O’Connel is down on his financial luck in Dublin. Michele Vento is looking for partners to pull him out of his isolationist political situation in Sicily. One weekend in Palermo to decide if one hand can’t wash the other. The Irish have the connections Michele wants and the Sicilians have the money Harry needs, but either party had reckoned without an old enemy of theirs. Arthur Kirkland has had his eyes set on Ireland for a long time and the last thing he needs is a quarrelling Sicilian in his neighbourhood. A routine first meeting suddenly turns into a matter of life and death. Will Harry, Michele and their friends work together to save each other or has everything fallen apart and into Arthur’s hands before it even began?

You can also have a link to a beta document of the office scenes, which are the introduction scenes for the English and Sicilian office. (The Irish get introduced in a prior one, but dw, I also listed the context needed for their office scene): The link (You can ignore the feedback questions, bc I do have a lovely beta now, the fantastic @someone-you-do-not-know )

I absolutely SUCK at Intros, not least of all bc yes I could give you an intro for the main Alternate Universe, but I also put these mfers into a lot of other Alternate Universes, so it is hard to sum them up without it feeling like a character existing in a vacuum. But if you wish to see all the forbidden other AUs, you can find them over at @i-centri-degli-universi . If you just want in general to browse my OC blabber more pointedly, you can look for the tag "storie nostre" on my blog. If you are on mobile, just search my blog on it and click the tag on the first post that has it, that way you can ACTUALLY see all the posts I made with it :)

But I can give you a few nationalities and infos for like. A few fuckers that pop up a lot on here:

Harry O'Connel, Sophie O'Connel (Soph is my Northern Ireland OC and Harry's younger sister) and Charlie Higgins, Harry's best friend, are all from Dublin, while Paddy O'Neill is from Derry, which he left at 24. You might also recently have seen me talk a LOT about Aaron, Angus and Kilian recently here bc of my Rake Courtship AU. Aaron O'Connel is Harry's and Soph's father (who died in the main AU timeline in 2009), while Kilian MacLeod and Angus O'Mallry are friends from Paddy's youth in Derry, his best friends. He burnt all bridges with his past in the main AU though and Kilian died in 2005 (iirc) in a car crash ...

We also have Michele Vento and Marco & Lorenzo Bontade, the latter who ran away at 12 from their hometown Bagheria to the nearby Palermo, where Michele is from. He took the twin boys under his wings and they refer to each other as brothers.

Then we have Robert Bailey and Tahir Rashid, two Londoners who are the ruthlessly efficient and yet always bickering right hands to Arthur Kirkland.

If you ever wanna know more about a certain OC, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE just ask, I swear I don't bite :)

[thesparklingwriter]

I was so glad to see that you appreciate detailed reqs bc I've got a really niche scenario floating about my head. //fluff AND angst. my Favorite >:D okay so: Zhongli x Male!reader reader who is guizhong's brother, the god of mist. Close friends with Zhongli and also mutual pining, but alas alas :( In the archon war, guizhong dies, and reader *barely* survives with fatal wounds. And so, reader decides to fall into a self-inflicted coma and try to heal themselves, but there's a 50/50 chance they die in their sleep. Zhongli sits by our injured body and promises us that he'll be there when we wake up again. he leans down to kiss us before we dissolve into mist. delicious "I might be hoping and waiting for nothing, but its *you*, so I will keep waiting for a thousand years until you return to me" Angst thankfully reader wins their 50/50 and goes searching for Morax. hopefully they find some information in Liyue about him. and oh? the citizens direct them towards a funeral consultant who's oddly knowledgable about Morax. When they meet this, 'zhongli', they wonder why he looks so shocked and emotional 👀👀 delicious "finally. you've returned" fluff

click here to read the fic!

ooooo okay this is interesting!! my lore knowledge is all over the place so whatever i make probably will not be canon compliant, but it should be close enough (I'll mooch on the wiki for a bit and see what i can learn through osmosis)

i am really liking the pining potential here wow, there's so much here to consider and i love it so much. i like reqs like this because i can always focus more on the structure and other literary features (sorry English student, i can't help it) than coming up with the idea myself. im thinking i can do flashbacks and all sorts of fun stuff (woo)

i don't know if i've said this yet but i'm super excited!! leave it with me, hopefully i'll have the time to get it done in a week, and I'll be sure to tag you in it when i finish :))