#he's doing better btw he's sleepin right now

[mistletien]

i hope today is full of small kindnesses and soft thoughts

I forgot to answer this when I received it but! thank you for the kind words!

[bravo4iscool]

something angsty where the roles are reversed and simon's wife is working too much and he's worried about her overworking herself also they don't get to spend much time together and he misses her so they kinda have an argument

uhhhh i like the vision of this hehehehe🤭

i hope i did this justice haha (this is civilian!reader btw!). also, idk if this qualifies as a argument but i hope it does. if not, i‘m sorry😭

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

“what y’doin lovie?” simon mumbles while he looks over your shoulder, his palm resting on your back.

“working,” you answer, not looking at him and chewing on your pencil. “i gotta finish this until tomorrow.” you let out a tired sigh and rub your eyes. sometimes you really hated your job.

you could feel simon’s hand tense behind you when he slowly pulls it away. “you should take a break,” he tells you in a calm voice. “you’re working too much…”

you don’t answer, only let out another sigh and hunch over the papers again.

“i’m serious darlin’. y’should take a break,” simon says with an edge in his voice and you exactly know where this is heading.

you turn around to face him, “simon, please- not right now, okay?” you don’t wait for his answer, you just turn around and get back to work.

“yes, ’m doin‘ this now ‘cause y’haven’t been sleepin‘ properly f’days!” he argues and you can practically feel him judging you.

“yes, because opposite to you i need to actually work when i’m at home. i don’t get to sit around all day and do nothing!” you know that struck his nerve when he doesn‘t answer immediately and you massage the bridge of your nose. „Look, I‘m s-“

„I can up my deployment rate if thats what y’want,“ simon says and you could hear the reproach in his voice. „if y’don‘t want m’sittin‘ around doin‘ nothin‘ i can leave and tell price i want more deployments. then y’can work in peace.“

„simon, that‘s not-“

he doesn‘t let you finish. „that’s exactly it. y‘at home right now, y‘don‘t need t‘work.“ when you turn around he‘s looking at you with his arms crossed in front of his chest. you let out an annoyed sigh, not wanting to talk about this right now. „i‘ave been sleepin’ alone f‘days! i miss ya!“ simon exclaims, the hurt clear in his eyes. „i was looking forward t‘finally spent time w‘ya again…“

when you don‘t say anything against that he just rolls his eyes and leaves. „‘m going t‘sleep,“ is all he mumbles before he pulls the door shut behind him.

-

when you crawl into bed way past midnight you look at simon with worried eyes. he has his back turned to you but you can see that he isn‘t sleeping; he isn‘t snoring.

so, you urge closer to his and put your arm around his abdomen, your lips pressing a gentle kiss to his clothed back. „i‘m sorry,“ you whisper, hoping that he‘d accept this hushed apology.

you know he does when he places his hand over yours and starts to caress it. „y‘need to look after y‘self,“ he whispers back before he turns around and pulls you into his chest.

„i‘ll do better,“ you promise while he places a kiss on your head. „i didn’t know it hurt you so much…“

„i know.“ simon pulls you even closer, his hand cupping the back of your head. „but let‘s go to sleep now. we‘ll talk about it tomorrow.“

[rebullets]

This is a request @its-deputy-caleb asked for. They also had requested fluffy headcanons but tweaked it to this idea, I will still post the fluffy Micah hcs however<3 This is if he just immedietly czme back to camp btw.

Picking up Micah from Strawberry.

Micah needed to be picked up in strawberry. Baylock, his trusty steed, was nowhere to be seen. Micah could whistle as loud as possible, and the horse simply wouldn't show up.

Arthur didn't feel like giving him a ride back, he didn't want that rat on his horse. No one else wanted to either, so Dutch of course asked you to do it. You didn't have an issue with it though, it just gave you a chance to be alone and close to him.

Upon getting there, he was standing right outside town, cleaning his guns as he usually did. You noticed a body or two a little ways down the road, and realized when Arthur meant when he said Micah messed up yet again.

"Took ya long enough, cowpoke." Micah scoffed out, walking over to your horse. He smacked your hand away when you offered to help him up, rolling his eyes. "I ain't a little kid, I ain't need your help." he grumbled and climbed up onto the saddle behind you.

You were going to scoot forward to give him space, but he didn't let you, wrapping his arms around your middle, so you were up against his chest. "Don't think I'm tryin' to be cute. I just don't wanna fall off." he defended. You kind of knew he really did want to be cuddled, because after all, you would too if you were about to get hanged and suddenly got rescued.

About 10 minutes later, Micah lightly rested his head on top of yours, yawning as he did so.

"You can just ask for snuggles you know."

"I ain't cuddlin'. Just tired and don't wanna fall off.." The outlaw scoffed, giving you a tight squeeze for a second.

Really though, he was cuddling you, and meaning to as well. God he hadn't had any kind of affection, especially from you, in such a long time. He needed this sort of touch, especially after being right on the edge of being killed. Sure he was thankful to Arthur for rescuing him, but if he was being honest, YOU saved him. You're the one who made him feel better, and you're the one he secretly wanted all to himself.

"Riiight. Then this, is just so you don't fall off." you turned and looked up at him for a second, placing a kiss on his scarred up chin, then looking straight once more.

"Now what the hell was that for? Huh? I ain't wantin' any of your cooties, idiot.." Micah seemed pissed about it as he wiped his mouth. He regretted wiping it off though, but he didn't say it. He liked that kiss. He liked it a lot. And if he could, he would have you do it again.

Of course. He was never going to admit how much he was enjoying this definitely not romantic encounter. Especially to you. You'd tell Dutch. Hell, you'd tell everyone. Right? Right. He knew you would. You did it when Sean told you he slept with a guy on accident and not because he wanted to test the waters with men.

"Where's Baylock? Never see ya without 'im." you pointed out, and felt Micah stiffen.

"Dunno. That stupid horse probably up and ran away."

The truth however, is he sent Baylock to camp on his own, secretly when Arthur got him out of jail. Just so he could request Arthur send you to pick him up. So he could cuddle you the entire way back. Jsut so he could feel you in his arms the entire time. So he could feel that, someone did care about him, and would always be there for him as well.

As soft and vulnerable as it sounded, it was true. If he could, he would snuggle you all day every day. Everyone in camp would make fun of you two, but why would it matter?

""Y/n, uh. When we get there, do you wanna rest in my bed or somethin'. I know you don't like sleepin' next to that drunken priest." he offered, trying to make it sound innocent, when really, he jsut wnated an excuse to snuggle.

"With you?"

"What? No, not with me. I ain't wantin' to be that close to ya."

"Oh, okay." You tried to act upset to see if it would change anything.

"..I mean, if ya want. We sleep close enough to eachother anyway." He grumbled quietly, trying to act all angry about it. Of course, he wasn't though, he wanted to cuddle when they got to camp too.

The rest of the ride back was mostly silent, but whe. you got there, there were a few boos at Micah. He waved them off, going to speak to Dutch.

By the time he came back out of the tent, you were already asleep on his bed on the ground. He scoffed and muttered some angry words under his breath, staying in character. He shot glares and a few curses at anyone who dared to question him laying down and snuggling you.

As much as he hated to admit it, he loved affection. Especially when it was from you.:)

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

Song Title: Whatcha Gonna Do; Adam Page [m]

Notes:

 So this is a song title that literally no one asked for, no surprise there lmao, but.. I wrote it anyway because I wanted it, so ha. In the spirit of that... Fuck yes I’m putting it on here for preservation. The song is by Hinder, btw.

Summary: 

Soleil and Adam broke things off and lately, both of them have really been going through it. Adam can’t take it anymore and so he decides to show up at her apartment. Angst & counter sex.

Pairing: 

Adam Page x OFC, Soleil.

Warnings: 

Alcohol tw, unprotected sex, body fluids, sex on a kitchen counter and angst.. so much angst.

The door was being beaten down. Soleil sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes and glaring, raising a hand to her hair and tangling her finger in messy blonde curls.

“What the entire fuck?” Soleil was eyeing her bedroom door, swallowing hard, waiting on the door down the hall to burst open as her heart beat like it’d beat right out of her chest.

She didn’t live in the best neighborhood, so as she slipped out of bed and after she slipped on the tee shirt she’d discarded before drifting off earlier, she grabbed for the old Louisville slugger that sat between her bed and the night stand.

Out in the hallway, Adam banged the door with more urgency. Truth be told, he wasn’t even really sure why he’d driven all the way back home. Or sat in the driveway at his place for about five minutes with the engine to his truck idling before starting towards where he’d heard Soleil was living now.

..Familiarity, that’s why. Because Soleil always manages to bring ya outta any kind of foul mood or funk. Because bein’ around her is literally like standin next to the sun on a cold winter day…

Given what he did on the last episode filmed for Being The Elite, he just wasn’t sure whether he’d be welcome around his friends.. And this is something ya been wantin.. No, needin to do… Because lettin her go and not tryin to fight was where it all started t’ slip through your fingers…

“Lei, you home?” - just as he said it, Soleil threw open the door, staring up at him. “Adam?”

Honestly, given the way they left things, Adam wasn’t entirely sure she’d open the door when he called out to her. He took a deep breath. He was just about to say something, to take back their argument the last time he’d seen her, to beg her for another chance.

Neither of them were moving any closer or any farther away from each other. She shuffled her feet and tilted her head slightly, sighing and shaking her head as brown eyes met blue ones. “Thought you were done waiting around…”

“I thought I was too.” Adam cleared his throat as he said it, reaching out, tilting her chin so that she had to look at him and not her feet or the floor. “I said a lot of stuff..”

“Adam, don’t you dare blame yourself. I’m the one who kept freaking out, okay? I just…” but his hand circled his wrist, lowering her finger from his mouth as he nodded to the inside of her apartment. “Can we move this inside?” his eyes traveled her body and as soon as he saw her wearing one of his merch shirts, the Cowboy Shit one, he swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. He tried not to show too much.

He couldn’t tell whether she was still of the same mindset she’d been last year when things ended between them. All he did know at the moment was that he needed to see her tonight.

So far, things were okay. Better than he thought -and feared, they’d go, actually.

Soleil stepped out of the door so that Adam could step inside. She shut the door behind her, locking the three locks. Adam eyed the bat propped next to the door and then her.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just a rough neighborhood.” Soleil barely managed to meet his eyes as she muttered the words. … and I’m scared shitless every second I’m here and I miss you…. The thought went unfinished with Soleil quick to push it to the back of her mind. Adam looked like something was eating him alive from the inside.

Adam watched her moving around the apartment, turning on the lights, disappearing into the kitchen area, rummaging through cabinets. After a few seconds, he tore his eyes off of her, letting them roam around the place.

“Have you eaten anything?”

His lack of an answer had her shaking her head and grumbling, opening up the fridge. “Bacon’s okay, right? Or did you get out there and go vegan on me too?”

“Bacon is great.. But you don’t have to do that, darlin, I… It’s late. I woke you up.”

“I barely sleep.” Soleil blurted it out before she could stop herself. She turned around to reach up into the cabinet for her mom’s old skillet and found herself standing close to him.

For a split second, she heavily contemplated just shoving his back against the counter, grabbing the front of his tee shirt and pulling his mouth down onto her own. She sighed and shook her head and Adam took a few deep breaths. “Why?” the question caught her off guard when he asked it.

“Why what?”

“Why aren’t you sleepin?”

Soleil shrugged. “Double shifts at the hospital, then I get back here and either the neighbors are fightin or the cops are down in the lobby arresting someone, I don’t know. Did I mention this was a rough neighborhood?”

Adam stepped closer, biting his lip, staring down at her mouth intently. She dropped her gaze and he tucked his fingertip beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “You did. Why are you still here, then?”

“My independence. Remember my whole speech?” Soleil air quoted the word and laughed softly. From pretty much the instant she’d left their hometown behind after the breakup, she’d gotten this strong feeling that she’d just thrown away a very good thing.

But she’d soldiered on, determined to at least attempt making this thing she thought she wanted for herself more work out.

It wasn’t and missing him was driving her crazy. She didn’t need him standing here in front of her to realize that, of course, but it did sort of rub salt in the wound.

Adam chuckled and nodded. He grabbed for the skillet when she reached out again and sat it down on the countertop nearby after he’d gotten it out of the cabinet.

“I remember, yeah. Thought this was what you wanted..” Adam gestured to the room behind them. Soleil shrugged, suddenly finding the faded tiles on the floor to be the most interesting thing she’d ever seen.

Tiles.. Always there to look at when you’ve got a lot on your mind.

“ I’m not happy either, okay? I’m fucking miserable, actually.” It wasn’t a lie, literally nothing he’d tried to do lately worked out for him and he felt like he was holding his friends back, he felt like the weak link in their group. He’d told them as much before taking off.

Maybe he could fix this. If she wasn’t happy either, and she certainly didn’t look it.. Maybe it wasn’t too late to at least attempt fixing their relationship.

“So I noticed.” Soleil looked up, licking her lips as she rested the palm of her hand against the front of his tee shirt. “And so am I. But I… You’ve got the show and everything.. I mean… I really fucked up.”

Adam shook his head, reaching down, raising her face. “ I missed you.”

He laughed quietly as he saw her eyes widen a little. Typical, he thought to himself, you just had to take it too far again, didn’t ya?

Her reaction was what he wasn’t expecting and as soon as she started to tug him down to her level while pressing against him, his state of shock almost didn’t wear off in time to do something to try and catch up. Luckily, the shock started to wear off just as she was crashing her mouth against his and raising her other hand, tangling it in the back of his head, tugging down the sloppy ponytail he’d thrown it up into earlier.

His breath caught and his teeth grazed against her lower lip. “Lei?” he questioned, a breathless muttering against her lips as she pressed into him even more, grip on his shirt and hair tightening, his back going into the edge of the counter, one of his hands making it’s way down her back.

They came apart to breathe, Adam blinking in shock and Soleil laughing about it quietly before going completely silent, taking hold of his hands and staring at the way her fingers interlaced with his at the moment. “It’s not… Too late.” she asked tentatively, not daring to look up at him because she figured that if it were, not seeing it in his eyes would make it easier to take.

“No, it’s not. Will you stop looking down, woman?”

Soleil shuffled her feet, looking up at him and taking a deep breath. “I just thought maybe if I..” she stopped, took another breath and continued, “If I was looking anywhere but at you, it would be easier or something? I’m bad at this, okay?”

Adam wrapped his arms around her, laughing against her hair. “It’s okay, I kinda knew that already.”

Soleil remembered what she’d almost texted him earlier, immediately after watching the new episode on youtube.

“What the hell were you saying earlier? You’re not good enough? That doesn’t sound anything like the Hangman I know. I didn’t like it…” she shook her head at him and tapped her foot, waiting on an answer.

“Just feels that way is all.”

“Yeah? Well you’re not the weak one. You could probably break ‘em all in half with your pinkie. I mean… I’ve been enjoying watching you.”

“So you’re watchin?”

“Every Wednesday.” the giggle made him smile when she said it. She tended to watch his matches through her fingers for the most part. “I thought all that throwing people around and the hits I took scared the living hell out of you?”

“It was the only way I had to see you.” she admitted, clearing her throat and nodding to the skillet sitting on the counter, forgotten about. “So do you want that food or..?”

“ One condition.” Adam held the skillet out of her reach slightly to the side. She pouted up at him and then asked him what the condition was.

“You let me help. I need to do something to kinda.. Take my mind off stuff.”

“Okay, but last time we almost burned down the kitchen.. Because somebody decided hey, I’d rather fluster Lei than let her cook…”

Adam shrugged, giving a smirk as he waved his hands. “I ain’t gonna promise it won’t happen again, I mean.. It’s not my fault you look so damn cute all flustered and annoyed.”

“ Oh yeah, cowboy? Is that so.. Hmm.” Soleil stared up at him, biting the edge of her fingertip, pretending to be in deep thought mode. In reality, she had so much she still wanted and needed to say to him but words weren’t enough.

Adam eyed her for a few seconds. “Okay, darlin, what’s that look for?”

“I’m hungry.”

Adam started to respond with the most logical answer, but then he saw that little flash of mischief in her eyes and he rubbed his chin, lifting her up and sitting her on the counter top, moving to stand between her legs as he stared her down, licking his lips slowly. “Really now.. We’re not still talkin about food, are we?”

She pouted and he gave a quiet chuckle, leaning in closer.

“ What if we’re not, hm?” Soleil’s arms slipped around his neck as she muttered the words in a coy and soft whisper against his lips. Her legs squeezed his hips and when she scooted closer, Adam softly laughed into the kiss as he deepened it, gazing down at her intently as he weighed his next words carefully.

Parts of him didn’t want to just rush right in, but then other parts -namely the ones that missed being able to touch and hold and kiss her whenever he wanted, those took over. His fingertips dug into her hips and he took a long and shaky breath in a last ditch effort to reign himself in.

This.. This was another thing he loved about her. The way she could send him tumbling right over the edge, she’d literally have him falling apart and bending at her will with just one of those little teasing looks.

God, the thought crept it’s way in, I’ve missed this so much.

“Well,” his hand roamed away from her hip, moving around to her thigh, giving it a lazy squeeze as he bit his lip, “ if we’re not still talkin about food, darlin..” he trailed off as his hand roamed over her bare thigh, a smirk coming easily as her head fell back and her eyes fluttered open and shut. She was doing that thing again, the little lip bite she did whenever he got started stirring her up. When he ghosted his lips right down the front of her throat, teeth digging lightly at soft flesh, just enough to leave the slightest hint of a mark out in plain sight, she dug her fingertips into his shoulders and he felt the shiver pass through her body. She gave a quiet sigh and muttered aloud, “It’s been.. A while. Then the vibrator died because somebody can’t stop tugging at the waist of his trunks when he leaves the ring… and Oh… Oh.. Yeah.” she whimpered as the flat of his hand found it’s way to rest against her core, rubbing against. Adam chuckled, catching her gaze.

“That’s a shame.. About the batteries dyin..” Adam’s mouth continued to work lower and his hand started to really press into her core, drawing a shaky gasp. He felt her fingertips dig in just a little more and grunted quietly when he felt her sliding even closer, one of her arms leaving his neck, her hand wandering down his chest, slowly.

Almost too slowly.

His breath caught in his throat as he felt her fingers toying with the buckle on his belt, and after undoing that, the button on his jeans. By the time she was going for his zipper, his fingers were brushing fabric aside as he muttered softly against her ear, “In a hurry, darlin?”

“A little..” her voice came out as a whine, making him give a quiet laugh that turned to a groan as he felt her fingers tugging the zipper downward. “Just missed you so much.” - the words were spoken softer, her mouth against his neck, sending a shiver racing through his own body.

“You did, hmm? How much, darlin?” he raised a hand, tilting her chin up forcing her to keep eye contact.

“So much. So, so much.” she practically sighed the words as her hand worked it’s way into Adam’s underwear, circling his thick length, making him bite his lip and try not to growl like he wanted to. He bucked against her hand, burying his lips in hers and his fingers plunged deep into her cunt, working her open. It didn’t take long at all before she was rocking her hips for him, her hand moving over his member a little faster and a lot more deliberately. Her heels dug into his ass, bringing his body closer. But closer wasn’t close enough, wasn’t what either of them craved at all.

“Sounds like” Adam gave a quiet grunt as she started to stroke much slower, almost teasing him, “a lot.”

Soleil gave a needy whine as he started to slow down the way his fingers plunged deep into her cunt. In a husky whisper, Adam muttered against her throat, “These panties have to go, darlin.” as the quiet tear of white cotton seemed to amplify. She stopped mid stroke, catching her breath. “Oh yeah, stud? Consider your pants and underwear gone too.” as she worked her hand free from his underwear and jeans, tugging impatiently at the waistband, her teeth grazing against the skin just above his collarbone, leaving her own marks on his body.

She hadn’t ever really been a big fan of leaving marks before. Then again, she hadn’t ever really just outright said she missed him so much that she completely wore out a vibrator in his absence either.

She whispered something that he couldn’t really make out, so he asked her to repeat it, his fingers firmly in place on her jaw so that she had to look at him as she did. Soleil felt herself getting flustered, because of course, the thing she’d said, she hadn’t ever really been good at saying before. She said it then, but it was just harder for her to say than it had been for him because of the power in the words and how they could wind up being painful or regretted later. And naturally, she’d missed him so much and she wanted so badly to either fix everything between them or forget that their relationship ending ever even happened, she blurted it out now, perfectly, in the heat of the moment.

She took a deep breath. “I said I love you. I.. I mean it. I never actually stopped.”

Adam blinked in surprise, a goofy smirk forming at her words. He could tell that it had taken a lot for her to actually say it without immediately following with some kind of joke or comment. That she was being totally serious when she said it.

In the time it took him to react, Soleil was silently freaking out a little. He’d stepped back just a bit, he was staring at her with this look in his eyes that she was having trouble interpreting. “Adam..”

Something in him seemed to snap and he stepped close again. Jeans and underwear wound up discarded on the tiled kitchen floor along with his boots and her panties and she swallowed hard. He was tugging her shirt over her head and tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes in the floor and then fixing a hungry gaze on her as he slowly licked his lips. “ I love you too, Lei.. You want me to show you how much? Wanna feel just how much I’ve missed you, darlin?” was mumbled quietly against her mouth as his hands roamed upward, caressing her breasts, the feel of his thick length as it brushed against her thigh had her gasping and pulling herself even closer to him. Just as she was about to wrap her legs around his hips all over again, his mouth detoured from hers to slowly and sporadically trail down her neck and throat, leaving small kisses behind mixed with gentle bites. “Not yet.” - he managed to get the words out, though God knew, he wanted to just bury himself inside her so deep that he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

But the temptation to really get her hot and bothered was too great to just skip straight to that.

“But..”

“I know, darlin, but you gotta be patient. Understand?” Adam held her gaze, waiting for a nod.

“You know I’m not good at patient, Hangman.. C’mon… Please.” she pleaded, trying to entice him by rubbing against him. He bit back a guttural groan just shy of slipping from his lips and mostly to tease her in response, he rubbed against her.

It only made the aching he felt that much more severe. His mouth dipped lower, leaving a line of little marks and gentle bruises right along her collarbone. As his tongue slowly circled her nipples, she bit her lip, a gasp dying in mid air as his hand made it’s way up the insides of her thigh again, fingers sinking into her cunt deep. “Shit.” the word fell out quietly just as soon as he felt her dripping already. “Darlin, damn..” his eyes traveled back up, meeting hers as he grinned, tongue slowly rolling over his lips.”C’mon.. Move your hips for me. Don’t go all docile on me now, darlin.” and Soleil complied, rocking her hips against his fingers, sucking in several ragged breaths as she pleaded with him to go faster, to let her come undone all of which were met with the gentle shake of his head and that up to something look in his eyes. “Nope.”

“Adam, baby, I… fuck.” her words were broken and fast, his heart was racing as his mouth worked it’s way down from her chest to her abdomen, feeling the way she came alive under each lick or suck or gentle kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair and he lowered himself, looking up only long enough to chuckle and tell her to lean back.

Then he spread her legs wide and the desperate filthy growl that came as his mouth trailed entirely too slowly up the inside of her thighs was enough to draw a harsh breath from her as she tensed and her toes curled just a little, the ache in her core only growing as her orgasm threatened to rip through her.

Adam could feel it the second her body tensed. He glanced up at her, mouth lingering right over her pelvic mound and as his teeth caught skin between them, she cried out, his name echoing off the thin walls of the apartment she lived in.

He could sense that she was making an effort to stay quiet, but he was determined not to let that happen. He bit down a little harder and she arched into him, another whimper. She’d never really been this vocal before, either and it was driving him insane with the need to be buried balls deep inside her.

“Oh my god.. Adam.. C’mon, stop teasing.” the tears were stinging at her eyes and she’d never been so close to getting off but kept right on the edge the way he was doing tonight. He’d never really been the teasing kind before, only on a rare occasion, but tonight.. Something shifted when she blurted out those three hard to say words earlier. Something shifted and fuck if she wasn’t the neediest she’d ever been in her entire life, every shred of self preservation gone totally out the window as she propped on her elbows and stared down at him, her head only falling back seconds later, eyes fluttering open and shut as Adam’s tongue circled her clit and she felt his lips close around the circle of bundled nerves.

Her back arched and her hips raised as she tried to fight off orgasm. He raised his head, staring up at her, just watching the way she was writhing, barely held together. Her fingertips gently dug into his skin and tangled in his hair as she tried to push his tongue down where she needed it most. Adam sucked in a sharp breath, tongue trailing slowly over her folds, lingering just long enough that his breath against her skin had her begging all over again, Adam raising his hands to her hips as his tongue plunged into her cunt deep.

“Oh yeah.. That’s it.” her head fell back slightly and her breath kept catching in her throat. Despite the grip he had on her hips, she managed to rock them upward just enough to ease the ache of being kept from orgasm for so long already. “C’mon, Adam, please.. I need..”

“Not yet, darlin.” he muttered against her cunt in a low growl. He could feel her legs shaking a little and he gave a quiet laugh, his hands guiding her hips back and forth so that her cunt dragged over his tongue. The taste of her in his mouth again had him trying and failing to keep himself at least partially together, the end result was Adam raising her hips slightly, his tongue swirling and thrusting as the grip her fingers had in his hair tightened and she tugged a little in attempt to ease off some of the ache.

“Now?” she pleaded, looking down at him through heavy lids. “Adam, I can’t…. Now.. I need you inside me now.”

“Now huh?” Adam echoed, his tongue slowing down, circling her clit one last time as he met her gaze.

“Fuck.” the k lingered in the air and Soleil nodded impatiently. “I’ll beg if I have to.”

“I bet you will, darlin. But I’m not gonna make ya.” Adam mused as he rose up, his hand going to the back of her neck, pulling her mouth against his as his tongue slipped between her lips, finding her tongue and dominating the kiss hungrily. As his length rubbed against the inside of her thigh, she hissed and moved close enough that she was clinging to him and Adam deepened the kiss, pulling away to stare at her, messy hair and flushed face, eyes roaming lower, lingering.

Soleil swallowed hard, gazing right back up at him, her legs circling his waist and pulling him in closer. His hand circled his cock and he guided it teasingly between her folds, holding her gaze the entire time. “God this is gonna feel so good.” was groaned into her mouth as he sank into her pussy deep and slow, keeping still for a few seconds, making her start to rock her hips, a series of quiet and needy whines leaving her lips as her hips met each slow and deep drive he made into her. Her hand gripped the edge of the counter and the other gripped his shoulder, fingertips digging into it. “Shit.” Adam gasped as he started to speed up, feeling her tense and shake a little more with each thrust. “C’mon. Let go, darlin.”

She needed exactly zero urging and as he slammed into her, making the cabinets overhead rattle just a little bit, their heavy breathing and moans and groans overshadowed by the way she cried out his name loud enough to echo off the walls of the room as her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her clinging to him, her hips moving erratically and fast to meet his thrusts, Adam buried his mouth in her neck, leaving probably the biggest mark he’d ever left behind on her. “I’ve missed this so much, feels so..” he gasped, one hand digging into her hip and the other tangling in her hair and tugging, pulling her mouth against his own again greedily, “so good, darlin, the way you take my cock. It’s a perfect fit.” his words came in a rush, practically tripping over themselves as they left his mouth and he tensed, slowing down as much as he possibly could, only to have it be a little too late. “Adam! That’s it, yeah, baby.. Don’t..” Soleil gasped as she bit down onto his shoulder just from screaming any louder when he bottomed out at least twice and kept fucking into her harder and faster, hitting the spot over and over, “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

Knocking at the wall didn’t even phase the two as Adam continued to drive into her pussy as deep as he could, his orgasm shattering through, making him lean into her, planting a long and hungry kiss on her mouth as he started to slow down, fucking through the remainder of his orgasm. She put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, letting him lean into her, both of them trying to catch their breaths but unwilling to stop kissing to do it. They finally stopped kissing and Soleil took his face in her hands. “I love you, Adam. And god, I’ve… I miss you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Lei. Now you don’t have to miss me anymore, darlin. I’m not going anywhere. I mean that this time. Take all the time you..” her mouth crashing against his again hungrily as her fingers tangled in his hair, she muttered into the kiss, “I don’t need any more time, okay? I need you. Just you.”

Adam smiled, deepening the kiss as he scooped her off the counter and started to walk down the hallway.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Shower.. Then to Waffle House or somethin. Because, woman, I was hungry before.. Now, I’m starvin, okay?”

“And I’m a nightmare at making pancakes.” Soleil added, making Adam laugh.

“Well, I mean.. We had to call the fire department that one time..”

“Oh haha.. Maybe if someone played with my ass less when I was trying to focus on a task that needed to be done.”

“Now you know if it’s right there, in touchin distance, I’m gonna grab it.” Adam shrugged, giving her a teasing wink as they stepped into her bathroom and he closed the door behind him…

[vic394]

Inktober Day 17 - Early Mornings

“I am Groot?”

Oh god. Peter pretends to be asleep as he feels Groot’s tiny feet running up his chest.

“I am Groot?” tiny hands start to insistently pat Quill’s cheeks.

“Noooo, ‘m sleepin” He slurs and pull his covers up to his forehead, making Groot lose his balance and fall on the mattress.

“Five more minutes, dude. We can do it later, we have the whole day ahead.”

Groot ignores his plea. Instead, he kicks Peter’s neck, offended. He’s already got the others out of bed. This is important. Peter has to get up.

“I am Groot!” he yells. Peter surrenders and sits up, yawning.

“Fine, let’s go. But then I’m going right back to bed.” He glances at the clock. Not even 6 am. He hates d’ast early mornings, no matter how special the day is.

Groot beams and briefly hugs Peter. The pair get out of bed and into the common room, where the other Guardians are waiting, on different levels of tiredness. Well, they’d all agreed to do this, they just didn’t think Groot would wake them up at this ungodly hour.

Drax and Gamora are completely awake already. They’re always up with the sun anyway, so this isn’t new for them. Mantis is doing her best trying not to fall asleep on Drax’s shoulder. She’s doing better than Kraglin, who collapsed on the table a few minutes before, dead to the world. Next to him, Rocket is holding a giant mug full of coffee. In his eyes, murder.

“I hate you so much, Quill.” Rocket states, loud enough to make Kraglin jolt awake.

“What? Did I miss it?” he asks to nobody in particular.

“Relax, dude.” Says Rocket. “Just wanted that jackass over there to know that this is all his fault.” He takes a sip of his coffee while Peter just shrugs, too tired to respond.

“Okay Groot, you wanted to do this, you go first.” Everyone nods.

Groot runs towards the corner of the room, where Mantis had decided to put the little makeshift tree that Rocket and Drax built using… mostly trash. In fact, it doesn’t even resemble a tree. It’s a pile of mechanical parts with colorful string-lights wrapped around it. Beneath it, a bunch of poorly giftwrapped boxes cover the area. Groot finds one with his name on it and starts opening the package.

Peter sits on the floor, next to the table. Rocket looks down at him.

“Next time you tell him about Christmas, make it very clear that nobody gets up until noon.” He scoffs.

“At least he’s happy?” Peter replies. They glance at the overexcited twig, now surrounded by the rest of the family. Rocket can’t help but smile.

“Yeah, at least.”

Notes: This initially was about Groot begging Quill for pancakes. I have no idea what happened. I was probably overthinking it. It turned into this as I wrote. I don’t even know. I’ll have you imagine what the team received for Christmas.

Pissed Rocket drinking coffee is me in the morning btw

[granteares]

parswoops prompt: swoops gets traded (possibly to the falcs?) so maybe just cute stuff him and kent do when they see each other... and i love your icons btw

3 months late is better than not at all, right…? i’m so sorry this took me so long((((( muse didn’t want to cooperate and i legit rewrote this like 5 million times until i was happy with it. i hope you see this, and that you like it!! i love these soft boys so much ;w;

and thank you so much i’m glad you enjoy the icons i’ve made so far!!))))))

i’ve also added this to my ao3!!!

When Jeff gets traded to the Falconers in the off-season, Kent truly isn’t sure for a good few weeks how he’s going to survive it.

It’s stupid, because he’s been through worse.

Like, a lot worse.

And Jeff assures him that they’ll make it work, promises him.

But it almost feels like a rotten cherry on top of a shit cake, like a kick in the balls, another big old fuck you from the universe, because the only person who’s ever made him feel like things could be okay is leaving– and not just anywhere. If he’d been traded to literally any other team, Kent would have been able to cope, would have been able to believe Jeff’s promises. The Falcs, though, they’re Jack’s team, and since he had signed with them two seasons ago, Kent has noticed a different kind of tension during their games. They know something, Kent doesn’t know how they couldn’t, and they hate him for it.

And his boyfriend is going right into it, and Kent is convinced that there’s a slim chance Jeff won’t come out of it hating him, too.

If Jeff comes to hate him, Kent doesn’t know what he’s going to do.

He takes advantage of how they can still be together for a month, before Jeff decides he should go to Providence and find a place to live and settle into his brand-spanking-new life while Kent tries not to panic.

_/ x \_

But Jeff’s promises are, actually, accurate. They’re halfway through the season on opposite sides of the country and they’re still together. They haven’t seen each other in months, but they talk on the phone– if not on Skype– every day, and every day, Jeff still says ‘I love you, Kenny’– and knowing Jeff was in close proximity to Jack, hearing that name had made him flinch the first few times– so Kent thinks Jeff was right. He thinks that, and hears Jeff’s voice inside his head, laughing and saying ‘I’m always right, baby.’

When the Aces get to their bye-week halfway through the season, Kent practically invites himself over to Jeff’s new apartment in Providence. The Falcs’ bye-week isn’t for a few months yet, but they got lucky enough that the games the Falcs are playing that week are all at home. Jeff will be busy, but they’ll get his free time to be together and Kent is practically buzzing with the excited energy he feels as he finally gets off the plane and is trying not to fucking sprint to baggage claim where Jeff said he’d be waiting for him.

The problem with that, though, is that when Jeff spots him in the airport and closes the distance between them, they can’t kiss, don’t feel comfortable doing more than that stupid bro-hug, and Kent needs more than that, and he knows Jeff does, too. As quickly as possible, they gather Kent’s suitcase, and head to the short-term parking lot; they walk close enough that they can accidentally brush arms or fingers, and it sends a jolt through Kent every time, and it’s a good interim until they get to Jeff’s place.

They’re in the car, and Jeff’s hand is on Kent’s thigh as he uses the other on the steering wheel. “The guys tend to pop in, sometimes, just… so you know,” Jeff warns, sounding hesitant. And Kent knows why: because he tenses at the idea of Falconers waltzing into Jeff’s place and seeing him there. They know Jeff is pansexual, know he has a boyfriend, but Kent wasn’t willing to let Jeff tell them who that boyfriend is. “You know they don’t hate you, right, babe?” Jeff squeezes his thigh, and Kent nods automatically. It isn’t the first time Jeff has told him that, or the fifth. Jeff has told him how there’s plenty of players on the Falconers who praise his skills and the ones who have had conversations with him say he’s a good guy– but he continues to avoid telling him anything about Jack, or Jack’s reaction toward anything Kent-related. “I really think they’d be more than okay about it, if I told them we’re together.” Because Jeff hates keeping secrets from his team– and it’s hard to think that his team isn’t Kent’s team anymore– and Kent does know that Jeff wants to tell them if Kent is ready to.

“Let’s– Can we not, right now?” Kent replies. “Not today?” He looks over at Jeff, who takes his eyes off the road for a second to glance back at Kent and give a little nod of assent. “I’m here for a week, we can talk about it later, I promise.”

“I’d rather just enjoy you today, too,” Jeff agrees, and Kent feels himself relax again. He takes his hand off Kent’s thigh for a moment to grab his phone from the center console, and hand it to Kent. “Chinese for dinner? My nutritionist will kill me, but I think you’re worth a cheat day,” Jeff explains. “There’s a great fucking place not far from the apartment, we can grab it on the way if you want to order it now.”

“Yeah,” Kent says, unlocking Jeff’s phone– because of course his passcode hasn’t changed, still 1490, the fucking sap– and finding the contact simply labeled ‘Chinese Food.’ Kent already knows their orders– except for when Jeff pokes him in the side and mutters ‘Get some crab rangoon, too, fucking divine here’– and goes through the process quickly enough.

When they get to the apartment, Jeff grabs Kent’s travel bags, because “You’ve got the important shit, bro, carry the food”– and proceeds to take it to where Kent is guessing the master bedroom is, while Kent is left to divvy out the Chinese food in the kitchen. He hasn’t seen Jeff’s place before, and that fact bites at him a little, but it feels comfortable the same way Jeff’s condo in Las Vegas had. It’s already decorated with most of the same things, although there’s a much more rustic feel– the building is obviously older, a converted house, the opposite of the sleek modernity to Vegas. It fits Jeff better, though, Kent thinks.

Kent forgets the food and his thoughts the second that he feels Jeff’s arms wrap around him, though, turning and allowing himself to be pinned against the edge of the counter.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Jeff murmurs.

Kent laughs. “Fucking dork. Just kiss me.”

Jeff rolls his eyes, but leans further into Kent’s space. The kiss they share is long and certainly verging on desperate, and if Kent ever doubted that Jeff truly did miss him, he told himself he never would again because of the way Jeff is holding onto him like he’s never going to let go again.

But eventually he does, and Kent is sucking in shaking breaths and he’s a little hard in his pants– and he can feel Jeff is too– but mostly he’s hungry and longing for the casual nights he hasn’t gotten in so long, where they would sit on the couch just being together: no pressures, no expectations, no overthinking. Those kind of stupid domestic nights Kent hadn’t even known he’d wanted and that had taken months of dating Jeff to achieve.

“C’mon, I’m fucking hungry,” Kent grumbles, prodding Jeff’s chest even as he’s stepping away and grabbing plates from a cabinet and utensils from a drawer.

They divvy out the food onto plates, then head back to the living room and settle on the couch. “All yours,” Jeff offers, pushing the remote to Kent on the coffee table to let Kent pick, like he always does, and Kent feels his chest tighten for a moment because even though everything is different on the surface, everything is ultimately the same, and the relief he feels is so immense he struggles not to show it in front of Jeff– who would certainly ask what was up, and then Kent would have to talk about his feelings. Which wasn’t bad, with Jeff, but the last thing he wanted to do tonight.

Kent spends some time going through Netflix, but ultimately settles onto something silly they’ve watched a dozen times before so that they can concentrate more on each other than a plotline of something on the television.

They eat in silence for a while, and it’s fine with Kent, because it’s the soft and comfortable silence that is one of Kent’s favorite things about being with Jeff. Kent gets his fill, puts his plate down on the coffee table, and then gets himself comfy by turning himself sideways on the couch and throwing his legs in Jeff’s lap after the man raises his plate up.

When Jeff finally puts his plate aside, Kent doesn’t even hesitate a second before crawling into Jeff’s lap and settling there. Jeff, almost like it’s instinctual, wraps his arms around him, one hand positioned so he can play with the hair against Kent’s neck, a little longer than usual because it’s that point in the season where he can’t be bothered to keep up with haircuts and shaving regularly. Kent nuzzles his face into Jeff’s neck, pressing kisses and soft nips to the skin. “You smell so good, shit,” Kent murmurs into skin, “I’ve missed you so much, Swoops.”

“Missed you, Parser,” Jeff answers back, shifting to draw Kent’s head away from his neck and meeting his lips instead.

Kent is happy to make-out lazily and slowly for a while, until Jeff complains his leg is falling asleep and they reposition themselves.

The couch in Jeff’s living room was brought from Las Vegas, and it’s comfortable and worn and just wide enough that Jeff can spoon him but they have to press close together– which is always perfectly fine by Kent. They lay like that for a while, watching more stupid movies, until Jeff is prodding at him, and saying: “Parse, wake up, if you’re gonna fall asleep we might as well go lay in bed.”

“M’not sleepin’,” Kent protests.

Jeff laughs quietly, Kent feels the rumble in his chest and the breath huff on his neck. “Sure, Kent, okay.” He pushes at Kent, gently, but enough that he rolls a bit closer to the edge of the couch. “Up you get. Bed’s comfier, anyway. You’ll bitch all day tomorrow about your neck if you sleep here.”

Kent sighs, because Jeff is always right, goddamn it. He pulls himself out of Jeff’s arms reluctantly, even though he knows he’ll be back in them shortly, and gets to his feet. He follows Jeff down the hallway to the master bedroom, which also has a large bathroom attached. Kent rushes through his bedtime rituals, looking forward to how great he knows Jeff’s bed is.

In just boxer shorts now, he crawls into the side he always slept on when the bed was in Jeff’s Vegas condo, and Jeff gets in on the other side. It’s only a short moment later that they’re tangled together in the middle of the bed, and Kent sighs contentedly, not having quite realized how off-kilter he truly felt without Jeff’s physical presence with him.