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paddockbunny · 6 months ago

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Perfect Storm

Summary : Simple. You x Daniel x a perfectly timed thunderstorm Rating : 18+ Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 4,186 ONE SHOT!! Trigger Warnings : NSFW! 18+, language, oral (female recieving), this is basically romantic porn so there’s that Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note : I thought I had already posted this 🙈 I’ve briefly checked over it but it might be a tiny bit raw (formatting inc.) in places so please be kind.

The glow emitting from the campfire illuminated both of their faces with a warm, golden radiance as each others features toyed by shadow and light. A smirk, a flash of pearlescent teeth or a swift side glance all heightened by the flaming, flickering embers.

In that moment, as you observed Daniel raise his glass of deep crimson red wine to his lips, it dawned on you that you couldn’t remember a time you had felt so relaxed with a guy before. There wasn’t an ex you felt so utterly comfortable with that you completely let your guard down and were able to sit without make-up, with your hair undone in one of their borrowed shirts. It had only been a few months - three in total - and yet here you were in Perth on Daniel’s farm, sitting by the fire he built to keep you warm, feeling the most utterly, blissfully comfortable you had ever felt while alone with a man in your entire life. And you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you thought about it.

“What’s got you grinning like that?” Daniel questioned upon lowering his glass and seeing you practically beaming ear to ear from your own contentment. You shrugged - not wanting to embarrass yourself by actually putting words to what you were feeling.

“C’mon…” Daniel lulled, wanting to tease it out of you. “Tell me.” His big, syrupy brown eyes bore down into your own. They were so seductive and alluring you had to remind yourself to stay strong and resilient to them. You playfully shook your head back and forth coquettishly as Daniel angled his body toward you. He thought he was sly as he placed his wine glass down on the ground but you saw him. A smirk now danced playfully upon his own mouth and it took everything you had not to sigh at the possibility of what was to come.

“Babe, c’mon….” He purred whilst leaving his own Adirondack chair that was only a few feet to your left side. With unflinching ease Daniel slipped down on to his knees and crossed the ground to you. All without breaking his intense stare. His movements were effortless. Cat like. It was as if he had rehearsed the moment a million times before. He was that smooth with it. “You’re going to get all dirty.” The words slipped past your lips with more shakiness than you intended. Daniel’s hands trailed up your bare shins and without missing a beat you swallowed.

“I’m ok with that.” Came his response and a quick, barely audible gasp fled from your mouth. You had spent most of this trip - most of the past three months in fact - naked and enjoying each others bodies. The sex was so often and frequent in fact that you thought if it were with anyone else it would have become boring and repetitive by now. But with Daniel, well, he never failed to surprise and excite you. The thought lingered in your head as his tanned hands with nimble, long fingers tracked up to your thighs causing you to swallow again. Now he was facing away from the fire his eyes looked even deeper, darker. They flickered from chocolate umbers to smokey cedar and they were hungry, full of desire. Your eyes finally broke from Daniel’s to where his hands sat upon your thighs. Your stomach flipped at how big they were as they sat upon your bare flesh. His fingertips started circling - just like how they did when you were naked and they were between your legs, driving you into ecstasy - and you could have swore you felt wet tingles all across your exposed skin.

And just as the feeling of Daniel’s beard brushed against your knee you realised the tingling wasn’t tingling at all, it was rain and as a deafeningly loud roar of thunder rumbled through the sky the heavens above opened. In seconds sheets of water cascaded down upon the pair of you like a violent waterfall. The torrent of cold water hammered down hard across everything in sight and Daniel arose to his feet, holding out his hand to you as deluge soaked through the clothes that the pair of you had on. Slipping your hand into his he pulled you swiftly up and now, as you stood, the pair of you took off running toward the house. Reaching it only just in time as another magnificent bellow reverberated across the land while bright flashes of light sparked through the sky. Daniel closed the sliding door to the abode just in time as the water already started pooling on the patio slabs that the both of you had only moments before dashed across. Now, with the sound of the hard lashing rain hushed, the sound of heavy breathing reverberated throughout the room.

Daniel stood sodden in front of you. His t-shirt clinging tightly to his body. The slick wet fabric helping to define all of his impressive taught muscles. God, how lucky you were. He turned and caught you admiring him. Droplets tumbled from his curls, falling upon his cheekbones, across his nose, and the way he was drinking you in made you realise your own drenched state. You had been in nothing but one of his old white t-shirts. And had nothing on underneath bar a pair of little white panties. Daniel’s Adam’s Apple bobbed and the fire he had outside reignited. His t-shirt, which was now glued to your saturated skin, hugged and clung to all of your curves. It practically emphasised your boobs and hips - not that it mattered as the pale fabric had by now turned transparent. Daniel attempted to hide his smugness as you dripped onto his floors.

“Fuck….” He muttered under his breath. Another low, groaning roll of monstrous thunder drummed over the house but by the time it had finished, Daniel has closed the gap between the pair of you and had his mouth on yours with feverish intensity. You melted into him. His heat flowed through the wet clothes between your bodies and mixed with yours. Lightening struck and lit the room in dazzling light once again. The electrically charged air paled in comparison to what flowed between the pair of you and as cold as the rain had made you, your internal heat arose so high it felt like you were being kissed by fire.

Daniel’s hands pushed your wet hair back and groaned deeply into your open mouth as he kissed you. You felt the need for him burn inside of you. There was nothing else you could think of. You were desperate for him and as you felt the slip of his hand to your neck and he used your slightly helpless situation to begin to push you toward the bedroom. You gave into him completely willingly. With his arms wrapped around your body and lips locked with his it was really no wonder he couldn’t find the hallway that lead to the master bedroom. Your back pressed into the wall beside the hallway opening. His hands travelled down to your thighs, running his big wide palms over your butt. Grabbing it harshly enough for a whimpering yelp to slip up your throat. Though it was not wasted upon him as it travelled into his mouth. He knew what you liked. In the three months you had been together he had learned everything about you - especially what made you come undone for him. With another long drone furling through the sky a series of blinding bolts lit it up. Not one to miss a moment, Daniel pulled from you and his eyes stared somewhere impossibly deep in your soul.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t what you were expecting and it truly stole the air right out of your lungs. It was the first time he had said it and with another wave of thunder you realised it matched how your heart was now battering against your ribcage. You hadn’t just heard his words, you were feeling them and you knew they were true because you felt them too. “I love you too.”

Hungrily, Daniel’s lips came back to yours and although you could feel how desperate he still was (you could feel it against your hip) the kiss was now more tender, softer and it felt like he was making sure you knew he loved you, you hadn’t just heard him say it. Your fingers slipped down his wet t-shirt and tried to start pulling it up. Unsurprisingly, it was stuck to his skin so it was too hard for you to try to do it alone. Daniel smirked against your lips as he pulled back to help you. It was an action that had both of you smiling and laughing behaving like two unskilled teenagers doing it for the first time. As the t-shirt began to furl up around his thick neck your hands ran up his damp flesh. The tip of your fingers dipped in and out of the grooves of his muscular taught abs. Solid and yet still soft you ran up the centre of them to his chest - the small smattering of hair that gathered upon his chest tickling your fingertips. Daniel shivered and laughed.

“Your hands are cold.” He said and you smiled at his jesting tone. Even in the most passionate moments Daniel still joked with you - and you loved it because you relaxed and stayed out of your own head. You burst out laughing even louder when the t-shirt got stuck on his head and he couldn’t get it off. It made you leap into action and you reached forward - standing on your tip toes - to help. Once the top was off Daniel immediately went for the hem of yours and you pretended to pull away. “Oh that’s how you wanna play?” He joked, his eyebrows going up and he feigned shock. But as the rain pelted down on the roof even harder than before - which distracted the man who just told you he loved you - you took off down the corridor in a pretend jog. Daniel’s laugh echoed around the entire house and it reverberated off the corridor walls as he followed after you.

A chill ran through your body as you turned and went into the master bedroom. The slippy floor turned into carpet below your bare feet - your sandals kicked off back in the hall - and you could feel the droplets of water roll down your long tanned legs. You didn’t have time to think about what to do next, if you wanted to pretend to hide or try take Daniel’s t-shirt off your body yourself, because Daniel was already behind you. His warm body pressing against your cool back. His arms engulfing you from behind. You melted into him as his name tumbled from you. The flip of your stomach as he reached down and started pulling up the hem of his oversized t-shirt had your mind swirling. It was swirling so much in fact that you felt love drunk from him and your head fell back on to his shoulder so you could drink it in. Daniel sighed as he started pulling the damp fabric up, up and up till suddenly all you needed to do was raise your arms for him.

His hands wrapped around your now bare waist and rested on your stomach as his beard lightly scratched at the skin of your shoulder before he kissed it. And then he continued to kiss it, over and over and then trail up your neck before you turned to face him. “Daniel….” You sighed, feeling so utterly wrapped up in him, and another shock of lightening brightly lit up the room. Desire and want filled his eyes and you knew your own would be a mirror image.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hand trailed down the side of your cheek and if your heart wasn’t visibly leaping out of your chest before it was certainly doing it now. He used his position to pull your lips back to his and move you toward the big plush bed that was right beside the pair of you.

Still embraced in his arms, his mouth on yours, tongues playfully dancing with each others, he pushed you gently back on to the cloud like duvet. An expectant moan came rolling from your lips and you knew how much Daniel loved hearing every little noise he could pull from you. So he was grinning when he pulled you up the bed and a squeal leapt from you. There was something about his strength that completely turned you on. He would easily and effortlessly turn, twist and flip you in bed. He was far more skilled than any man that you had ever been with and he knew the positions that worked for you like the back of his hand. Your teeth grazed his bottom lip as he climbed on top of you. Desperation for him was well and truly kicking in. His chest bore down on yours and you felt his muscles tense as your hands ran down his back. He was in control - just how he liked it - but you had learned how to capture little moments of his surrender to you. Daniel took the driving action in his favour and hooked his fingers around the sides of your last piece of clothing. White, barely there panties were painfully slowly peeled from your body. As they travelled down your thighs your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t realised how turned on you were until suddenly your wet, aching folds were no longer confined beneath fabric.

“Dan…” Your mouth parted and his name fell from it as he parted your thighs and lowered himself down the bed. Your teeth ground together as he lifted you so your thighs rested on his shoulders. And then, just as he has kissed you on your mouth before, Daniel tenderly kissed your folds. You gripped the bedsheets as he did it again and you couldn’t hold back from glancing down at him.

“You’re perfect.” He said as your eyes locked for the briefest of moments. Then, all you could think about was his tongue. Your head rolled back and you gasped. Swift, slick movements had your eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open. Your breathing turned erratic and you could feel him smiling against your sensitive flesh. But just as you felt yourself falling into the rhythm he was setting he pulled back, stopping. It made your eyes fly open to look at him but he was already manoeuvring up your body.

“Not yet.” His voice muffled as he trailed his lips up your navel. You knew he wanted to draw it out, take his time. He loved it when you would come together. Your blood was rushing so hard around your body you could hear it whoosh in your ears. It was so loud in the moment that Daniel chose to take your nipple into his mouth that it drowned out the loud clamour of the boom in the skies above. The resonant rumble mimicked the hum that Daniel made in pure satisfaction of you begging for him.

Your hands trailed down his back when his lips connected once again to yours in a dizzying, all consuming kiss that left you gasping for air. As your hands fell upon his round ass Daniel took the hint and ground his still clothed self against your core. The feel of his hardness pressing against your folds wasn’t enough. You were growing impatient to feel him inside of you so you did the only thing your position allowed, you bucked yourself against him to gain some more friction and encourage him. It reduced him to deep moans that were like music to your ears.

And thankfully, Daniel took all of your hinting. He pushed down his shorts and underwear and you couldn’t refrain from reaching between your bodies to touch him. His breath shook as your hand closed around him, thumb brushing against his leaking tip and this time it was him that was moaning. Your name cascaded from his parted lips. It set your soul on fire. His hand replaced yours and he trailed the tip of himself up and down your folds, covering himself with your slick wetness that he helped to create. Your fingers entwined through his hair and he pushed inside of you as his lips reattached to yours. He paused for a moment to let you adjust to him but really all you wanted was for him to move. And then when he did the heavens decided it was the perfect moment for loud clang of noise and dazzling white light to fill the room. It was an almost poetic sense of irony that it happened as soon as Daniel found his pace - a familiar slow, steady, ardent one that never failed to have you falling deeper in complete all consuming love for him.

The feeling of him pushing in and withdrawing out, steadily had whimpered sighs bubble up from your throat. Your hand drew down his back from his hair and found their place at the base of his spine. Drawing him into you silently. You loved his wide, broad back and the dip right before his perfectly round ass but what you really loved most was the feeling of his hips as they caressed across yours with each and every stroke. But Daniel didn’t let you get lost in your dirty thoughts. No. Just as he groaned into your mouth he reached down and pulled your thigh up around his waist. He had taken your speechless hint of needing more and acted upon it. An angle favouring him and how he could position himself inside of you.

“Fuck…” He purred against your lips and you felt yourself inadvertently squeeze around him. Your eyes flicked open when he halted his movement and used his strength to pull up from you. “Keep doing that and I’m not going to last long.” Your eyes had flicked open just in time to hear him say that. “Sorry” you whispered in delighted response and found yourself biting your lip to stifle a pleased laughter.

“Oh you find that funny, do you?” His voice was laced with a certain cheeky cockiness. With hands either side of your shoulders he pushed his body up, detaching his chest from yours and simultaneously driving himself even deeper inside of you. An action that had a loud pornographic gasp run from your now parted lips. With furrowed brows you managed to regain enough composure to open your eyes and stare straight into his. Without skipping a single beat, Daniel withdrew and plunged himself straight back in. Eliciting yet another obscene exclamation from you. Pleading for more with use of his name and hands sliding all the way up to his immense neck. This time your teeth plunged into your bottom lip because of the feeling of pure lust raging rampant throughout every inch of your body. And now, in this new position, Daniel continued the motion of his hips. Satisfied that he had both reprimanded you and had so effortlessly almost tipped you right off the edge.

And as Daniel’s own unadulterated moans filled the air - mixing with yours - unable to stop himself from the impending high your body was driving him toward, you used every single ounce of strength you had in you to flip him over. Now underneath you, you were able to see his shocked (yet completely pleasured) expression. Daniel was always in charge when it came to sex and rarely relinquished control. You knew you would always have to take it if you really wanted it and tonight - after he told you he loved you for the very first time - something clicked inside of you. You didn’t want him to do all the work as usual. You wanted to make sure he knew how his words earlier had affected you and how you desperately wanted to show him. “Baby…” Was the only word that flowed from his lips. Any thought of protestation abandoned as you sunk down on him. Taking him to the hilt. It took you a second or two to adjust but his breathy, pleasured sigh was like heaven to you. You watched as his eyes rolled back when you rolled your hips and placed your hands flat against the flesh of his chest to steady yourself. You had ridden him before but it was a rarity considering his love for playing the man in the bedroom.

Seconds turned to minutes as your new position on top of him was welcomed. He loved being able to touch you, grab at your chest and grip your thighs so hard you were certain his fingertips would leave marks. You felt confident enough to lean back, your hand finding his knee so his throbbing girth angled right against your most sensitive of spots. Daniel wasted absolutely no time abusing your position and his thumb found your bundle of nerves that had been desperate for his attention. He continued for only a few moments till you were almost a whimpering mess and he was ready to regain a small portion of control. He sat up. Grabbing you and holding you flush against his body. His cock repeatedly hitting the spongy spot inside of you.

“Does that feel good?” He whispered against your mouth, his tongue momentarily swiping at your bottom lip. You couldn’t speak. The feeling of sheer utter euphoria was hurriedly rushing toward you like a tsunami. He pushed up as he guided you back down. And repeated the action again, and again, and again.

“I love you…” He repeated his earlier words and the mix of your orgasmic high muddled with the high of your man telling you the most important words he could say to you. With a tender hand placed against your cheek, holding you, gripping you, you just about heard Daniel tell - no command - you to let go. And you did. Succumbing to the intensity of the orgasm that ripped throughout your entire body. The electricity that sparked in the skies above you now ignited all across your body and truly you could have been forgiven for spacing out and letting wave after intense wave ripple through your body. Daniel slowly but steadily continued the movements that had driven you there and you could feel him come undone himself. His muscles tensed, his stomach tightened. His fingers squeezed you harder and the moans got louder.

Just as he had done mere moments before, you repeated his words to him; “I love you” as his own orgasm struck him. The milky liquid flowed from him and filled you up. His body tensed and trembled under your touch.

“Fuck…” The profanity escaped you as you tried to regain control of your breathing. Nothing felt better than this, no one felt better than he did. It would never be so intense and powerful as it was with Daniel, of that you were one hundred percent sure. Your forehead pressed against his as he twitched inside of you a few more times. Making sure to give you every last drop of himself. And then finally his breathing slowed and his lips found yours once more.

“That…” He couldn’t find words, and your mind had all but gone blank. He kissed you again before you pulled back and opened your eyes - your bodies still connected together - you wanted him to hear you properly this time. As for the first time you wanted to say it first.

“I love you.” His hands pushed your still damp hair back and he didn’t need to say it back. He had told you first and he had shown your body he truly meant the three little words. You knew, he knew you meant it and it wasn’t just a quick response. A smile danced across his lips and you couldn’t help but mirror it.

And although no more words were exchanged as he pulled out of you, gently flipped you over to lie on your back and proceeded to take care of you, cleaning you up, you found yourself drinking in the moment. It dawned on you that the storm had faded outside and the hammering of rain had ceased. As you realised you had never before been so thankful for a terrible sudden tempest, a smile grew across your contented face.

“What are you smiling at” Daniel rejoined you in bed, his hand gliding across your stomach as he pulled you into him. It was practically word for word what he had said an hour earlier, before the rain began and just as before you coquettishly shook your head from side to side.

“I’ll find out y’know,” he paused and glanced down at you smirking and you felt like your heart was singing “I always do.”

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fawnandshadows · 6 months ago

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How You Get The Girl

Chapter 25

AO3 ~ Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language

“You look good like this.” Elain commented, her eyes raking up and down Azriel’s muscled stomach. His brown skin was stretched tautly over his abs, and her eyes followed the little beads of sweat and water dripping down his torso, over the dark tattoos and met Azriel’s amused eyes.

“I’m not sure,” Azriel said, setting their towels down in one of the Adirondack chairs by the dock on the lake, right next to the one Elain was sprawled out in. “But I think I’m being objectified.” His black hair was pushed back and his warm, sun-drenched body caused Elain’s toes to curl as he approached her.

He turned to her with a smirk on his kiss-swollen lips.

Elain grinned at him and said, “It’s that what girlfriends do?”

“I thought my girlfriend wanted to go for a swim. Together.”

“She does,” Elain nodded in confirmation, bringing a hand up to block the sun shining down on them. “But maybe it was because I wanted to see your abs wet. Did you ever think of that?”

Azriel grinned broadly, showing off his dimples and flashing his white teeth. Elain was amazed by how often Azriel smiled when it was just the two of them, his smile was a little secret weapon that he hid from the rest of the world.

As soon as they came back from the store Elain made them lunch. Nothing fancy, but she picked up some stuff for turkey sandwiches while Azriel purchased their condoms…even though they didn’t pass anyone else in the small grocery store, Elain’s stomach churned at the thought of them buying something so personal together, not that she didn’t want to, but anxiety kept whispering to her that it’d somehow get spread over the internet that she and her boyfriend were buying condoms in bulk.

Her face got heated when she thought about just how many times she and Azriel had sex the night before, and Elain was determined to make sure they engaged in non-sexual-girlfriend-boyfriend activities. She was determined to make lunch for her boyfriend. And then she was determined that they would go for a swim in the lake — one of her favorite pastimes that she was desperate to share with her boyfriend.

It was something that she never had the luxury of doing before. Sharing the mundane with someone she loved. With a boyfriend.

“If you think,” Azriel started slowly, taking another step towards her. “That this is going to make me less horny, then you will be disappointed.” He cocked his head as he gazed at her.

His hazel eyes took in her pink-bikini clad body. Enjoying the curve of her hips and the heaviness of her breasts and the glistening sweat that coated her skin.

“That’s not what I was thinking,” Elain said, clearing her throat. “But we aren’t animals,” Azriel took another step towards her and leaned down to place his hot hands on her hips. “And we aren’t slaves to our bodies either. We are capable of doing non-horny activities, like swimming.”

Her heart sputtered in her chest as Azriel squeezed her hips. His calloused skin sending her heart into overdrive.

The hot weather and bright sun had already caused her skin to heat, but Azriel’s hands were scorching on her bare skin.

“Are we?” He whispered into her ear, his fingers toying with the hot pink string keeping her bottoms on.

“I think so.” Elain replied, moving her head to the side as Azriel’s lips landed on her neck.

“I’m not opposed to outdoor sex,” Azriel said against her neck. The soft brush of his lips caused her breath to shake. “I’d love to see your naked body in broad daylight. How your breasts move as we fuck and the exact shade of pink your nipples are. How stretched you get around my cock.”

“Fuck.” Elain breathed, not stopping Azriel as his fingers started to pull at the string on her hip.

A buzzing erupted from the phone in her hand. A text.

An irritated growl scratched at Azriel’s throat.

“Don’t make little puppy noises at me.” Elain said, kissing his warm cheek.

“Maybe we institute a no phone policy.”

“Good luck with that.” Elain replied, they both knew Azriel had to stay online in case Rhysand had to get in touch with him. And Elain didn’t want to close herself off from her sisters.

“Oh,” Elain said, looking at the message on her phone from Aelin. “It’s from my Cartier shoot. The photos are ready.”

Azriel tensed beside her.

“How’d they turn out?” Azriel asked, his voice calm and even.

“We don’t have to look at them now.” Elain offered peering up at her boyfriend.

“Whatever you want, Elain,” Azriel said, his eyes soft as they looked at her. “It’s not your fault you had to take pictures with that prick.”

Elain felt her cheeks flush.

“Is it wrong to think it’s attractive when you’re jealous?”

Azriel tucked a piece of her golden hair behind her ear.

“Do I like that he got to put his hands on you? No, but I’m the one you’re with and I’m the one who made you come over and over last night. I’m not going to like these pictures, but I’m not going to lose my head either.”

“Maybe you could lose your head just a bit?” Elain asked, blushing brightly as she looked at him as she held her forefinger and thumb close together. “I like it when you take control.” Her voice was low and hesitant, but she wanted her boyfriend to know what she liked when it came to sex. She wanted to be open with him. Honest.

“And how would you like for me to lose my head, Elain?” Azriel asked, his eyes darkened with lust.

“You could,” She paused for a second to collect her thoughts. “After our swim,” She swallowed. “We could lay down our towels and you could fuck me? Here in the open?” They didn’t have any neighbors for miles, and nobody ever broached this part of the lake, so they didn’t have to worry about getting caught. “And you can talk.”

“Talk?” Azriel asked in a thick voice, and Elain nodded slowly as he gazed at her through heavy eyelids.

“Yeah, I like it when you talk dirty to me.”

Azriel’s eyes shut as lust flicked over his features as he said, “Fuck,” He took a deep breath. “Let’s see the photos, babe.”

Elain nodded and clicked on the link in the message.

She trusted Aelin, and knew that the photos would be stunning, but she also knew that the photos would start rumors. Rumors that she didn’t want to deal with.

The dress she wore in the shoot was a champagne color, made completely of silk, and it clung to her body in a way that made her look naked. Her clothes stayed the same, but Fenrys started out in a full suit and progressively wore less and less clothes until he was down to nothing but his trousers.

They were incredibly tasteful. And elegant. But Fenrys and Aelin were good at their jobs and somehow the pictures held a chemistry that Elain didn’t feel at the time.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Elain.” Azriel said, his voice heavy with emotion.

Elain blinked and looked up at him.

He didn’t look jealous at all. In fact, his face was pretty neutral all things considered, and there was a smidge of awe in his expression.

“So are you,” Elain said softly, placing a kiss on his bicep. Azriel’s eyes flickered up to meet hers. “And just so you know, I prefer the pictures you take.”

Azriel smiled tightly at her words.

“Is it bad I want to fuck you while you wear nothing but jewelry?”

Elain threw her head back in laughter.

“No,” She shook her head. “That’s not bad at all. Actually, I can fulfill that fantasy as soon as we’re home.”

She turned her phone off, tossed it on the nearby towels, and stood up.

“Something to look forward to.” Azriel said, pivoting as he watched her move.

“There is one fantasy we can fulfill now.” Elain said primly, her hands clasped behind her back as she stood by the edge of the deck.

“Is that so?” Azriel asked, grinning with an arched brow, slowly stepping towards her. Prowling like a panther.

Elain made a small noise and nodded, placing her hands on his pecs and slowly walked around him. Her palms flat on his warm skin and reveled in the way his heart beating in his chest.

She smiled up at him as she pushed him backwards into the lake, his laughter ringing out as she jumped in after him.

The water was colder than she expected as it doused her overheated skin and swelled around her.

Her feet propelling her up to the surface as Azriel reached for her under the water, his fingers skimming the softness of her belly.

His loud laugh followed Elain as she breached the water.

She looked at Azriel through squinted eyes, blinking away water droplets from her lashes.

Elain placed her wet hands on his broad shoulders, not bothering to hide the broad smile on her lips.

Large hands grasped her hips and calloused fingertips dug into her skin.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Azriel teased, his black hair pushed off of his forehead and the bright sunlight lit up the rivulets cascading down his muscled form.

Her legs wrapped around his trim hips as she scurried up his body.

“Trying to dunk you,” Elain grunted, pushing down on his shoulders, but the wall of muscles wouldn’t budge, so she scooted up again until her fingers tangled into his wet locks. “Why is your core strength this good?”

Azriel laughed before pulling Elain down into the water with him. The sound of splashing water and laughter bounced off of the trees that canopied them.

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AN: A little fluffiness before this pic wraps up :( . There's one more chapter that I'm putting the finishing touches on and then I'm working on an epilogue to make sure everything is wrapped up nicely!! I can't believe how soon this fit is coming to an end, I really loved this this AU and this world so much and I'm sad to see it come to an end :(.

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haee-elia · 1 year ago

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spence-tober: day 27 - brewery owner

pairing: brewery owner!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which you and your son (along with someone else special) support the opening of your husband's brewery

word count: 1530

warnings: alcohol, children, announcement of pregnancy, one mention of reader being on birth control, the reader was seemingly very easily able to get pregnant

spence-tober masterlist

Standing outside in the cool, brisque air of the evening isn’t too uncomfortable. It would be without the wool shawl on your shoulders and you make sure to wrap it around yourself a little tighter to keep in your natural body warmth.

You also bend down to your six-year old son, Arthur, and zip his parka up to his chin, making sure he can stay warm as well. He’s tired and you can tell within the next hour and a half, he’ll start getting a little petulant so you keep a close eye on him. There’s some wooden adirondack chairs not too far from you, circled around a controlled fire pit if needed.

Artie could always curl up into a chair if he really got tired quickly. It had been, after all, a long day for him.

He was still getting used to attending school and then after school until you or Spencer could come pick him up. Since the sale of the small warehouse that Spencer was renovating into his very own brewery, Artie was also often carted to and from the warehouse as it was being built, renovated, and decorated. He even helped choose some design elements.

For years, Spencer had only done brewing as a hobby. That was when you first even met him. You always encouraged his hobby and with time, he became very good at it. So good that he stopped working as a bartender and got a few various jobs working for different corporate breweries. It had always been his dream to save up enough money to buy a small place and open his own bar and brewery.

Now, the time had finally come.

The small abandoned warehouse went up for sale and you knew it to be the one. Encouraging Spencer to buy it was a whole ordeal, but when he finally did. When his signature hit the paper and he held the deed in his hand, you knew it was excited to get started. That was a little over a year ago and since then, your husband has poured his heart and soul into the place.

He was currently standing off to the side, eagerly talking to some friends who had come out for the grand opening. It had been successful so far.

The grand opening was set for three o’clock and when Spencer set forth his little speech that he had prepared, there was already a crowd of people. Now, the sun was setting in the horizon, hours later. It cast a nice glow over the renovated warehouse and the backyard patio where everyone now gathered.

People had come and gone and the brewery wasn’t going to be open for much later into the day. At least for it’s first official day being open. Spencer mostly wanted the day to be for friends and family to celebrate, not worrying about the number of patrons or bottles of beer sold.

The large, animated smile told you everything you needed to know. Spencer was happy, very happy.

A yawn breaks you from your thoughts and steals your attention away from your husband and back down to your son. His hold on your hand has gotten a little looser.

“Are you tired, baby?” You ask him, watching him rub his eyes with his free hand.

He hesitates, but Artie nods and with that, you guide him over to an empty large adirondack chair for him to sit in.

“You can just sit here for a bit, then we’ll go, okie dokie?” You confirm with him, bending down in front of him.

He nods and you ruffle his hair. His chocolate brown, messy locks that are so much like his father’s. Artie looked a lot like Spencer. He’s still young, but the way he carries himself, his hair, his eyes. They all match the look of Spencer.

If you asked Spencer, however, he would always point out the little similarities that Artie held to you.

“Hey, Artie. You doing okay, buddy?” A voice says behind you. A very familiar voice. It’s Spencer.

Artie blinks his eyes open a little, willing the sleep away and nods, excited to see his dad.

You turn around and stand up from your position in front of the chair and see your husband. The same chaotic hair and glittering brown eyes. Spencer, however, has started to grow a small beard and has some rough, brown stubble to show for it. He’s wearing an outfit you picked out from him. Spencer has no eye for clothes.

“He’s just a little tired. Had a big day at school with the play and all.” You inform your husband, a smile on your face.

Spencer nods, “Okay, let me just say goodbye to a few people and we can go.” He says.

You shake your head and place your hand on his arm, “No, stay. It’s your grand opening.” You try to convince him.

“Artie’s not long for this world.” Spencer retorts, pointing to Arthur who is, indeed, nodding off into dreamland.

You feel guilty. You feel guilty and you know why. You’ve been together with Spencer for ten years and it had been eight years since his dream originated of owning his own brewery. From taking his small creations that he fixed only for friends and family and opening it to the public. To sharing that experience with everyone. Spencer had been in the midst of saving money, you contributing even to his chagrin, and had budgeted according to when he wanted to propose to you and get married in a modest wedding.

What you hadn’t exactly budgeted for was the arrival of Artie. Even though you had been married for over a year and on birth control, somehow you had fallen pregnant with Arthur. Both of you wanted children, but you always convinced Spencer to save up for his brewery first. Neither of you ended up regretting the unplanned Artie, but you had always felt a bit guilty when some of Spencer’s savings drained for baby Arthur.

“But Spencer, you won’t get another grand opening. You should stay and enjoy it, I’ll take Artie home.” You offer.

He shakes his head, “No.” Then he takes your hands in his, rubbing his finger comfortingly on the back of your hand, “The brewery doesn’t come before you or Artie. We always tuck him in together.”

“But this is your dream.” You say in a last ditch effort.

Spencer shook his head again, “You’re my dream. You and Artie and any other children we might have in the future. Nothing comes above my family, that’s my dream. I just happen to be living it everyday.”

You concede and nod, letting Spencer run off to an employee to get them to close up for the night. You say your rounds of goodbye to your friends who have come out for the night of celebration, always keeping a watchful eye on your son.

Collecting your son in his strong arms, Spencer scoops him up and has no problem walking with him through the backyard where you are led back into the main part of the brewery.

A long bar stretches across the metal room with lines and lines of drafts for the bar with a few added concoctions of Spencers. Tables and other fun decorations fill the rest of the space with a few added streamers and banners just for the grand opening.

“Did you see my surprise for you?” Spencer asks you as you walk through the room.

Artie is out completely now, so there is no need for whispering between the two of you. You carry your own things, plus Spencer’s and Artie’s.

You shake your head, “No, what was it?” You show a confused expression on your face.

He’s as confused as you are, “The drink menu. Your favorite is officially named after you. I thought it was a sweet gesture.”

“Oh, I didn’t get a drink tonight.” You explain to him. You get the front glass entrance door for all three of you.

“You didn’t?” Spencer asks, even more confused now.

A smile curls up on your lips. You reach your shared vehicle and grab something out of the floorboards near Artie’s seat. Somewhere Spencer wouldn’t have seen it since you had left the grand opening early to pick Artie up from after school, then heading back to the brewery.

Spencer transfers Artie into his car seat in the back, putting the seatbelt on for him as he’s still asleep and takes the bag you hold out to him. He’s still quite confused and can’t see into the bag as you’ve filled it with tissue paper.

“Artie will be quite put out that he wasn’t able to give this to you, but we can just pretend in the morning.” You say, vague about the actual contents of the bag.

Spencer gently sifts through the bag and then takes out a singular card. Before he can even read the words, his eyes lock onto the ultrasound that hangs on the cardstock paper.

“What?” He says softly. It’s a rhetorical question and you know he’s saying it out of shock and surprise.

“We’re pregnant again.”

a/n: i always try to make the names true to character for Spencer. Luma with his philosophy lightbulb joke he made that one time and the fact Diana can mean luminescence. Then Diana, of course, his mother in the show. And now Artie, or Arthur, after Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, also known as his favorite author in the series. just little Easter eggs.

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deans-baby-momma · 2 years ago

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Law & Love Chapter 6

THEN

If there is anything I’m sure of, it’s that Sheriff Beau Arlen will protect me and keep me safe.

My hero doesn’t wear a cape; he wears Wranglers and a Stetson.

NOW

Beau jumps out of the truck; rushes around the front to my side, opening my door and helping me out.

"It's not much but 'mi casa es tu casa'." Beau never lets go of my hand as he shuts the truck door and leads me up the dirt pathway to the wooden deck set up in front of the metal Airstream.

There are two Adirondack chairs to one side with a little metal table between them and an old dented green cooler situated behind it.

"I sometimes sit out here, listening to the sounds of nature and watching the stars twinkle when I've had a rough day," he tells me in a voice a little louder than a whisper.

"That's……nice," I look up at him with a smile. "Do you mind if we-" I trail off, motioning to the area and he nods.

"Sure. I know your nerves have to be frazzled."

I sit in the chair closest to us as he steps further and takes the other one. I close my eyes and just listen, hoping to relax and stop thinking about my stalker.

The first thing I hear are the frog's chirping in the distance, telling me that there is probably a small pond or brook nearby. The next thing my ears pick up is the rustling of leaves high in the trees that surround us. Lastly, I can hear the low hum of an airplane somewhere overhead.

I lean back and rest my head on the back of the chair, my eyes still closed while I take it all in. Slowly, the rest of my body catches on and the tension begins to dissipate. After a few moments of just absorbing the utopian oasis, I open my eyes to find Beau watching me, studying me.

"What?" I ask, concerned.

"You're beautiful," he states matter-of-factly.

"Thanks," I reply, feeling the heat of embarrassment warming my cheeks. "This place is Heaven on earth. How did you find it?"

"My buddy uses it as a hunting/fishing grounds. There's a lake about two miles that way-" he points to the left. "-trout, bass, catfish. But it's not the season for that, so he offered it while I fill in for Tubb."

"Nice of your friend," I respond, closing my eyes again and leaning back to enjoy the peace and quiet.

I don't know how long we have sat here but when I open my eyes again, Beau has mimicked me and the sun is low in the western sky, pinks and oranges stretching out casting the last hints of daylight as it sinks rather rapidly now

I take the chance to study the dutiful sheriff in last dregs of sunlight Sandy brown hair that is a bit longer than I'm sure is protocol, lightly tanned freckled skin across his nose, and lips any woman would pay money to have. His chin and jawline are proportional with strong, defined edges. He is a fucking work of art!

I allow my eyes to glide over his body, from his broad chest and massive biceps that his shirt is straining to contain down across his stomach that is taut but plump.

My eyes stop at the large belt buckle and I smile. What is it about cowboys and their buckle fetishes? The bigger the buckle, the more rugged? The more brawn?

As I consider those things my eyes naturally trail lower and land on the zipper area of his jeans. Even with the thick denim, there is no denying this God of a man is well-endowed and could ruin me for all others.

I'm not going to lie, I am totally down for that.

As my eyes travel further to his thick thighs, Beau startles me as he speaks, "Like what you see, darlin'?"

My eyes cut up to his face to see his eyes half-open but the green of his irises shine through and there is a half smile/half smirk adorning his luscious lips.

As we look at one another, his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows and I see a peek of pink when he pushes his tongue against the back of his teeth.

I have never been one to tell a fib, honesty is the best policy and all that jazz, so I look him directly in his eyes and resolutely respond with a "Why, yes I do."

My whole body shakes at the intensity of the orgasm bearing down on me. With one more powerful, deep thrust my body explodes. My limbs go numb, my head feels as if it's floating in proximity to my neck and my skin tingles.

"Ohhhhh, Beauuuuuuu!" I moan in exhilaration. I hear him groan and as soon as the sound hits the auditory cortex of my brain my eyes snap open.

For a second, I'm disoriented and conflicted. That's not my ceiling and this soft as hell mattress I'm on is not my bed. And wasn't Sheriff Beau Arlen just fucking the hell out of me?

I hear a hitch of breath beside me and I turn to see Beau laying on his side, facing away from me. His arm is under the sheet but I can see the muscles constrict with his movements. Is he doing what I think he's doing?!

Suddenly, the movements stop and I see his whole body tense before a shiver sends the sheet further down his arm. I can now see clearly that his reach is going to his groin area.

Fuck, that's hot! I hate to admit it but I'm saddened to have missed the show.

After, what I can only assume is him leaning forward to grab something to clean up, Beau turns onto his back and freezes as he realizes I'm awake.

"Uhhhh," he stutters. "How long have you been awake?"

"Well, I apparently missed the prolonged version of the story but the ending looked pretty fulfilling," I say with a smile.

What surprises me is the tinge of pink that colors his cheeks and the tops of his ears. Is he embarrassed?

"Sorry Y/N," he apologizes. "I'm really trying to be a gentleman here but I have a beautiful woman in my bed; who is moaning my name, and making such pretty sounds, I couldn't help myself."

The sentiment is endearing and charming and it warms my heart but the dull ache between my thighs controls everything, especially my mouth.

"You know, I've never been into gentle men," I put emphasis on the last two words, hoping he catches the double entendre.

Beau closes his eyes and groans. "Darlin', I promise we will get there but not before I take you on a proper date. And that can't happen while you have someone out there, hunting you like prey.”

"Believe me, I would love nothing better than to make love to you and claim you but……just not tonight, okay?"

The sincerity and honesty is not only his words but his eyes and that fills me with warmth and desire.

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