#i’ll bend my knees for Something 😍😍

[fleurbies]

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“I-I tried to be extra good,” she cries. “I really like living here.”

“Extra good?” Buck asks. 

She nods. “So you wouldn’t be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” He asks. 

“I don’t know,” she sobs. 

Buck thinks. Really thinks about it. How polite she’s always been. Such good manners. Refusing to ask for anything. Lying to cover up little things she was supposed to do but messed up or forgot. Shutting down when he tried to correct the behavior. 

She’s been trying to avoid anger he’s never even shown. This whole time. 

“Oh, Dove,” he whispers. “Look at me. Can you do that?”

She nods, gulping, and looks at him.

“You’re not going to get in trouble for no reason. If I’m ever mad, I promise I’ll explain why. And I promise I won’t send you away.”

“Really?” She sniffs. 

“Really,” Buck says. “And if you make a mistake or are nervous about something, you can tell me. I got in trouble all the time as a kid. It’ll take a lot to upset me.”

“You did?” She asks.

“Oh yeah,” Buck nods. “You can ask Maddie all about it.” 

Dove takes a deep breath. 

“I can stay? Really?”

“Really,” he nods. “I’m going to do everything I can to adopt you.”

“Adopt me?” She asks. 

He nods. “Yep. So that even if we aren't related by blood, you’d be my kid.”

“Your kid,” she echoes.

“Is that okay?” He asks. 

She nods quickly. “Yes, please.”

Buck smiles. “Cool. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“We’re on the same bed,” she says. 

Buck chuckles. “It’s a saying. It means, we want the same thing.”

“Oh,” she thinks this over. “We do.”

Buck reaches over to wipe a tear off her cheek with his thumb. 

“Can I get you a cup of water? You must be thirsty now.”

She nods. “Yes, please.”

He goes to get the water and when he comes back, she still looks a little wary. Knees tucked up to her chest, holding Chomp. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks her. 

“Um…” She frowns. “Can I say I love you too?”

Buck’s heart skips.

“If you want to,” he tells her. “You don’t have to. I won’t be mad. But if you love someone, and you want to tell them, it’s a good thing.”

“I love you, Buck,” she says in a very tiny voice. Like she’s not quite confident. 

He grins at her, throat tight. 

“I love you, too,” he says. “And I always will.”

He hadn’t thought about that before. But he knows it’s true. He’s going to love her for the rest of his life. 

iii.

She’s sort of a new kid after that. 

Buck is kind of in awe of it. How resilient kids are. Mara is proof of that too. Going from nonverbal and shut down to a veritable ball of sunshine. So he shouldn’t be surprised that Dove comes right out of her shell, too. But he sort of is? He’s sort of surprised he was able to accomplish it. Without much outside intervention. But he did. And it’s kind of amazing. 

They tell each other they love each other every day. More than once a day. It’s like now that’s been given the permission and security she’s just overflowing with it. All the love she’s never had an outlet for. 

When Eddie comes over to carve pumpkins, it’s clearer than ever. 

“Eddie!” She greets him. “Guess what!”

“Dove! What?” He asks. Probably expecting something to do with jack-o-lanterns.

“I love you!” She proclaims proudly. 

Eddie nearly drops his carving kit. 

“Wow,” he says, bending to give her a little hug. “That’s so sweet, Duckling. I love you, too.”

When she pulls out of the hug, she looks back at Buck and grins so wide he’s convinced she’s been hooked up to a solar panel. 

“Good job,” he tells her, giving her a little thumbs up. “Go put on a tee shirt, okay? We don’t want to get your sleeves covered in pumpkin guts.”

“Okay!” She says, then runs towards the stairs, eager to get the ball rolling on pumpkin carving. 

“That was… Unexpected?” Eddie says when she’s gone. “But adorable?”

[atuman]

Do you really love me

Warning: smut (p in v) cussing mentions of alcohol/violence oral fingering cum dirty talk

Summary:rhett has feelings for you but you know that he has been messing around with maria so when he confesses to you you don’t believe him

Rhett abbott x reader/use of y/n



You were driving home when you looked at you’re phone and saw a text from (rhett❤️) you smiled when you saw the text you have had feeling for him since you meet him but you know he didn’t feel the same because he’s been messing around with Maria.

(Rhett❤️) hey y/n I’m going to the bar later I was wondering if you wanted to go text me back when you get the chance 😊

(Y/n❤️😏😍)ofc let me get home and take a shower and get dressed and I’ll meet you there

(Rhett’s pov)Rhett smile at the text back from y/n god he wondered how her body would feel against his rough hands. Sooner then later there he was at the bar waiting for y/n.As soon as she walked into the bar his eyes went straight to her tits he couldn’t help him self the shirt she was wearing just fir her just right

As soon as you walked in to the bar you’re eyes went straight to finding rhett if he was already at the bar with his beer in hand but you released he wasn’t looking at your eyes not but your tits you wear this shirt for a reason.As you walked up to him he smiled god did his smile just make your knees almost buckle as you flashed a smile back to him he was already handing you a cold beer as you took a sip he was already asking you

How was you’re day at work. As you looked up at him with a smile you said not bad not the best you say but could have been worse and his smile faded at you’re response he asked what happened you just said that some guys cussed you out and called you a bitch and hoe and a slut all because you where out of coffee

You know you’re non of that right you’re the most perfect beautiful girl (ofc he thought that if he could he would have bend you over the bar and would have showed you how much he didn’t think you where that) and you looked up at him with the most biggest smile and said thanks you where soon Lee interrupted with you having to go to the bathroom as you walked to the bathroom you could feel eyes on you but not Rhett’s no but ones you didn’t know. As you exited the bathroom a guy came up to you and offered you a shot as you declined the offer he was quick to start talking “oh come on honey it’s just one shot it won’t hurt you but my dick will as he said with a wink”

With that you immediately made eye contact with Rhett he could tell you where uncomfortable as he got off the stool he walked up to you and the guy and put his arm around your waist and said was the problem here man. The guy was quick to answer with I just offered her a shot then you butted in with adding the part where he said that one shot won’t hurt but my dick will. The minute Rhett heard that he was pissed he looked at the guy and said well fucking apologize or I’ll kick your ass and you know that he would

The guy pressed to say I would like to watch you try and with that with one hit from Rhett to the guys face he was down on the ground with a bloody nose you looked at Rhett and told him to go out to the truck and wait for you and with that he did

As you paid for you’re drinks and got a small bag of ice for his fist you stepped outside to see Rhett leaned up against the front of the truck you handed him the bag of ice that for you’re hand also thank you for that

He looked at you with a smile and said yeah anytime as he saw you smile at him he couldn’t hold him self back anymore. y/n I need to tell you something as you looked up at him worried about what he was going to say y/n I’m in love with you I have been since I have laid eyes on you are just the most beautiful and smartest girl I have ever meet and with that he keep rumbling on and on but you stopped him wait Rhett I don’t believe you

Rhett looked at you and asked why but he know the answer to that already it was because of what he had been doing with Maria and ofc that’s what you answered with. Because you have been messing around with Maria Rhett and with that Rhett jumped in and said that Maria has left and moved on and that they hadn’t done anything for about a week and that you could believe because the past week he has been dealing with helping his parents get there land back and looking for his niece

As you looked up at him you could see how big his pupils where they where filled with lust and you walked up to him and you pressed your lips against his and his lips where soft not like you had imagine them you had imagined them rough and a bit crack as u pulled away and asked if this was ok he was quick to start shaking his head yes and with that y’all continued and it turned out to a he didn’t make out session

He pulled you back and said let’s take this to the hotel down the street I don’t want anyone else to see this sexy body of yours his voice was raspy and dominant and you whimpered from his voice

As he helped you in to the truck he started to drive to the hotel with his hand going up and down your thigh, you grew uncontrollably wet and you could feel it

As you and Rhett got to the hotel room he was already pinning you to the back of the door sucking you’re neck leaving marks ever he kiss and you moaned and he began to go down on your lower chest he looked up at you tugging at the hem of your shirt asking for permission and you shook your head but he didn’t do it instead he said words honey I need to hear that pretty voice

With that you moaned out a YESS RHETT PLEASE TAKE IT OFF! he took of your shirt off in one quick motion he started to kiss the uncovered parts of your tits as he did he muttered against your skin I have thought about this for so long

You whimpered and you pushed him on to the bed and start to straddle his Lower stomach as you started to grind your self on his did you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and you could feel his dick getting hard you took of your bra letting it hit the floor Rhett eyes went straight to your chest and then took of his shirt and then his pants and then you did so now you guys where left in just you’re underwear

You slid down Rhett’s boxers, and took his growing member in your mouth licking off the precum he let out a low grunt looking down at you “yeah are you going to take daddy well you going to make me cum in that pretty mouth”

You started to bob you’re head up and down while looking up at his and moaned as your way of saying yes Rhett made a small mischief ponytail and started to bob you’re head up and down his dick faster making your eyes start to water you know he was close because of how much he was grunting and praising you tell you how tok you where making him feel and how well you where taking him

Uhh fu-fuc-fuck y/n you’re taking daddy so well with that he cummed in your mouth and you took ever last drop of him as he looked at you and said good girl may daddy repay the favor you shook your head yes and with that he was picking you up and laying you down on your back as he dropped down on to his knees in front of you seeing how wet you where damn y/n who got you all worked up he asked know the answer was damn well him. you daddy you made me all worked up he licked a big strip of you’re pussy savoring you’re taste of you

Ahhhh fuck Rhett right there yes right they don’t stop as he licked you he add two of his fingers in to you’re entrance and being to hit you’re g spot right away and had you seeing stars and had you screaming daddy in sec as he heard you scream daddy daddy over again he wanted to be inside of you but went to wait for you’re orgasm to slow down

As you came down from you’re high as asked if you where ok and you shook your head yes but then he said remember princess words and you said yes he asked if he could be in side of you and you replied with yes as he teased your clit with the top of his cock you whimpered aww poor y/n are you sensitive and he said that he began to ouch him self through your folds

Fuck Rhett you’re so big mm fill me up so good you blurred out making you’re self surprised that you could even make that a full sentence Rhett replied with

Fuck y/n you’re so tight squeezing me just right his thrust started off slow but you begged for him to go faster and as you wished he did

That feel good princess do I make you feel good

Yess da-dad-daddy you make me feel amazing he hadn’t heard you call him daddy but when he heard you call him daddy he started thrusting in to you faster you didn’t know he could go any faster

Mmmmmm right there keep going I’m going to cum soon he add his thumb to you’re clit and started to play with your clit and that set you over the edge you where screaming his name over and over again and you keep clenching around him which made him cum to

After he rode out y’all’s orgasms, he flopped down on the bed next to you and put your head on his chest while he played with you’re hair

Rhett?’ Yeah honey y/n’ that was amazing thank you. As he got up and went to the bathroom and came back to the room with a damp wet towel you asked what he was doing and he said you really think I’m going to fuck your brains out and not clean you up after

After he cleaned yall up you guys cuddle under the covers and just felt each other’s body heat then you broke the silence Rhett I love you’ I love you to y/n 







@vivwritesfics credits to her for helping me think of this idea

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[girl4music]

BUNNY LOBLAW: “You cannot marry Nicole Haught!”

WAVERLY: “Okay, that’s enough. Get your homophobia off of my homestead.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “I know I am an inexperienced gay. In fact, I haven’t really gayed at all.

*Goes to her car and pulls out a huge stack of roses*

But I raided every single craft store, and I got you these… faux-ses. Because, Waverly Earp…

*gets down on one knee*

I love you.”

WAVERLY: “Nope. Nope. A whole bunch of nopes. Okay? I’ll call you.”

*pushes her to get into her car with the flowers*

BUNNY LOBLAW: “But you don’t even have my number.”

WAVERLY: “I definitely do.”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “No, no, no, you don’t!”

WAVERLY: “Thanks for coming by!”

BUNNY LOBLAW: “You look so pretty. You know, I have an old copy of Bend It Like Beckham. We could watch it together

*drives in a circle so she’s the other side and throws the flowers out of the window*

I want you to have these!”

WYNONNA:

*was hidden in the truck*

“Bunny Loblaw’s hot for you?”

WAVERLY: “It’s gotta be a prank.”

WYNONNA: “Girl. You can get it. Nobody wants that it, but you can get it.”

WAVERLY: “How? Why am I suddenly everybody’s thing?”

WYNONNA: “Because it’s a day that ends in y?”

WAVERLY: “Or I made one hell of a bad bet.”

Yep. It’s love spell shenanigans alright. Ain’t it nice to have the queer version of it this time though?

It’s like watching Buffy’s ‘Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered’ but the queer female edition.

Waverly is smart that she figured it out that quickly. Although I suppose Bunny Loblaw coming on to her was one hell of a tip off that something’s not right.

Everybody’s in love with Waverly. Including me because omg those heavily filtered close up shots of her with the lighting and the flirty expression. 😍

[jobean12-blog]

Joooo have you seen Sebbys dancing story? What am I saying ofc you have!!

But like what if you mixed that and Chris 'awkward dancing tgt?? Like reader waking up to these boys jamming it out while making breakfast on a beautiful Sunday morning ( imagine them trying to twerk😂😂). Or coming home from a long day of work and just admiring the view

😍😍😍

Morning Wood

Pairing: Stucky x reader (Lumberjack AU but they are retired superheroes)

Word Count: 1,405

Summary: You and the boys are enjoying your time paradise. Retirement is good.

Author's Note: Hi love! Thank you so much for this fun and sweet request! It made me smile! I decided to have them living their best life in a beautiful and secluded cabin somewhere amazing! I also thought it would be an amazing excuse to use these gorgeous edits by my friend @thelemonadestxnd 🥰Hope you're having a lovely night and you enjoy this! Hugs! 💕Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you lovely🥰

Warnings: soft and fun fluff, teasing, implied sexy fun, lots of silliness, Alpine

Edits NOT MINE: Credit goes to @thelemonadestxnd for BOTH of these gorgeous pieces!

It isn’t the warm sunshine or the loud twitter of the birds singing outside your window that wakes you from a deep and sated sleep. Even your fluffy white cat, Alpine, has his head up, pointy ears flat against his head and a disgruntled look on his face.

“Alpine,” you mumble. “What in the…?”

The cat meows in response, stretching and kneading at the sheets before curling back into a ball and closing his eyes.

“Yea…” you say in sleepy agreement, “I don’t know either. Back to bed.”

You lift the covers over your shoulder and snuggle back into the pillow, letting your eyelids softly shut until you hear the racket again.

“Whyyyy,” you whine.

With a frustrated huff you beat at the pillow before throwing the sheets off and swinging your legs over the bed. Steve’s large tee shirt falls to your knees and you stomp over to the chair and grab Bucky’s discarded flannel and put it on.

Something round and heavy thumps against your chest and you slip your hand into the breast pocket of Bucky’s flannel. Your fingers wrap around something smooth and slightly pliant. You smile to yourself and gently pat the pocket, whispering, “I’ll save that for later.”

“What the hell are they up to!?” you screech, peeking out the large bedroom window.

You can’t see either one of your boys but you can certainly hear them. You shuffle into the kitchen and see all the necessities for your favorite breakfast ready on the counter as well as a fresh bouquet of the most beautiful wildflowers at the center of the table.

You soften at the sight and slide on your slippers. When you open the large front door of the cabin, the morning air holds a slight chill that the late Spring sun is quickly chasing away and the air is sweet with the fragrance of new growth.

You step out onto the large porch and walk down the steps, making your way to the back of the house and the source of the commotion. With a few more steps you turn the corner of the house and the sight in front of you makes you stop in your tracks.

Both Bucky and Steve are standing near the pile of firewood, shirtless, suspenders hanging freely around their legs, with their axes over their shoulders and their tight jeans clinging to their thick thighs.

You swallow hard as your entire body reacts, goosebumps covering your skin and your thighs clenched.

“Stevie. Come on! America’s ass can do better than that,” Bucky teases.

“I’m trying pal,” Steve shouts as he continues bending and shaking his ass.

Bucky drops his axe and proceeds to show Steve once again how to twerk.

“Look Rogers. Legs shoulder width apart ok? Like you’re gonna do a squat. Really bend those knees.”

You reach into Bucky’s flannel pocket and pull out his hidden treasure, biting into the juicy flesh of the plum while you watch the entertainment unfold. You can’t take your eyes off them as you munch, glad for the small distraction of the fruit.

 Steve studies Bucky intently, his eyebrows drawn in with his focused concentration.

“Now, arch your back, you really want your butt to be out there ya know,” Bucky continues.

Steve positions himself the same as Bucky, nodding intently.

“We really need some music,” Bucky sighs. “Alright, hands on your knees and bounce.”

Bucky shakes his ass and you stifle a giggle, not wanting the show to end.

"Ok, ok, lemme try again,” Steve says once Bucky stops.

Bucky straightens and steps back, leaning against the wood pile.

Steve shouts, “I think I got it!”

You let out a snort and Steve’s mid twerk when he goes still while Bucky throws you a knowing smirk.

“Is that my plum?” Bucky asks, sauntering over.

You shrug, the motion purposefully casual as you lick the plum juice from the corner of your mouth.

“Hiya doll face,” Bucky murmurs as he takes you in his arms. “Lemme get some of that.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth, sucking gently before pulling away and humming pleasingly at the taste.

Steve walks over with a bright smile, planting his axe on the ground and leaning down to kiss you.

“And is that my shirt?” Bucky asks, fingering his flannel.

“And my tee shirt,” Steve adds.

“Yes, yes and YES!” you huff. “What about it? Couldn’t you two find other shirts to wear this morning?”

The boys stare at you before bursting into chuckles.

“Nah, too much work,” Bucky sings. “Besides, the sun is warm.”

“And what has you up so early sunshine?” Steve asks.

“YOU TWO!” you scold. “Alpine and I were all cozy in bed and then you two started a twerk party.”

“Bucky started it,” Steve states. “We originally came out here to cut the last of the firewood.”

“I just don’t want him going around saying he can do it if he can’t,” Bucky announces.

“But I can now,” Steve responds with a goofy grin.

“Well, I thoroughly enjoyed the show,” you giggle. “It just wasn’t the morning wood I was hoping to wake up to.”

Bucky drops his head, shaking it as he laughs loudly.

“I don’t get it,” Steve says. “What’s so funny about morning wood?

“Oh my gosh Stevie,” you snicker.

You grab Steve’s shoulder and pull his ear down to your lips. When he stands back up his eyes go wide and then his smile follows.

“Oh yea. That happens every morning,” he states. “Then we end up spending most of it in bed…”

Bucky walks by and slaps Steve on the back of his head before scooping you into his arms.

“We’re sorry we woke you doll face,” Bucky croons. “Let’s go have breakfast.”

You look over Bucky’s shoulder and wink at Steve as you finish off the plum. Bucky brings you into the house and sets you down gently on the kitchen island.

“Now, you just relax angel. Me and Stevie are gonna make ya breakfast.”

Steve slides between your legs for a quick kiss before meeting Bucky at the sink to wash his hands. They work in perfect harmony, easily navigating the kitchen space to prepare pancakes, eggs, bacon and a bowl of fresh fruit.

They set the table and smile proudly, matching lopsided grins when you lick your lips.

“Ya hungry doll? Bucky simpers.

“Uh huh,” you breathe out.

You slide off the island into Steve’s waiting arms. Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap and Bucky pulls his chair close.

“I guess getting woken up to watch you two shake your asses and then get a homemade breakfast isn’t the worst thing…” you simper, reaching for the fruit.

Bucky and Steve smile, their mouths stuffed full of pancakes. Alpine finally wanders in from the bedroom with a loud meow.

“Oh, look who has finally decided to grace us with his presence,” you chide. “Get enough beauty rest fluffball?”

The cat slips between Bucky’s spread legs and jumps up onto his thigh, perching himself daintily while he cleans himself.

“Don’t get any ideas cat. That’s my seat!” you say as you narrow your eyes at Alpine.

The cat lifts his tail and nestles closer into Bucky’s side, pawing at the spots of sun dancing over his metal arm.

“I swear he does it on purpose,” you whine.

“Don’t be jealous doll face,” Bucky purrs. “You know I’m all yours.”

You stick your tongue out at the cat and rest your head along Steve’s chest, lightly combing your fingers through the hair that lines his hard muscles.

Alpine watches your every move before tiptoeing across Bucky’s lap and placing one white paw onto Steve’s thigh.

You instantly sit up. “Don’t even think about it cat! THIS SEAT IS ALL MINE!”

The boys laughter is so quick and loud that Alpine jumps down with an unhappy meow and goes to lay in a ray of sun on the floor.

“You two,” Steve starts as syrup drips down his chin.

“So cute,” Bucky finishes with a smirk.

You swipe your thumb across Steve’s chin and then stick it in your mouth to lick it clean.

“Whatever,” you huff, nibbling on some bacon.

“I don’t think we can let our girl get outta bed early anymore Buck,” Steve says.

“You’re right Stevie. From now on any morning wood business stays in bed until she’s happy.”

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[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Anonymous asked:

YAAASSS ANOTHER POL ENTHUSIAST 😍😭 The Crusaders are my babies and Kak and Pol own my heart. Coud you do some headcanons for the Crusaders where reader gives them a kiss after they save their life?

Polnareff, after receiving a kiss for saving your life:

His first concern would be to check you over; he would be fretting over you, dramatizing every little injury you have (even if his are worse).

You were thankful, of course, but his insistent attention over you was kind of embarrassing. You figured, giving him a little kiss on the cheek would be a good way to show you appreciated him but also get him to shut up.

“Polnareff, could you bend down?” You ask once he gives you a moment to speak. “I need to tell you something.” His eyes widen and you know he’s fearing the worst. “Oh ma cherie! What is it?” He instantly stoops to one knee, giving you the leverage you need to make your move. Before he can so much as question you, you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for saving my life, but I’m fine. You can stop worrying about me now.”

He freezes in place, hand moving to gently rest against the cheek you kissed. You worry you’ve broken him.

After a moment of soaking it in, Polnareff bursts to a big grin and stands to his full height once more, pulling you into a hug as he does so.

He’s hugging you tightly, gently rocking you both as he coos about how cute you are in as many ways as he can think of. This is even more embarrassing than before but you can’t say you hate it...

“Merci, you’ve made a mess of me _____! My poor heart can’t handle how cute you are! I guess I’ll just have to do my best to continue protecting you ma petite etoile.”

Though you hadn’t intended it, Polnareff just falls more in love with you, if at all possible. He’s fit to burst and will likely confess to you after a stunt like that!

Kak, Avdol and Jotaro under the cut!

Kakyoin, after receiving a kiss for saving your life:

Like Polnareff, he would want to make sure you were really okay. Kakyoin, however, knows when you’re truly okay and won’t push the issue.

He’s already blushing a little when you thank him; he would have done the same for any of the Crusaders, after all.

Still, you wanted to show him just how much you appreciated his efforts! And it was fun to see him flustered, as well.

“Aww, don’t be like that Kakyoin.” You pout. “Like... I could have been hurt or worse back there, had you and Hierophant Green not been there,” You admitted, sliding in ever so closer to him. Of course, Kakyoin noticed but tried not to look into it. You were just thankful... nothing more. “Really, it’s nothing _____,” He runs a hand through his hair, in effort to calm his beating heart. For a moment, he was scared he had really lost you... Kakyoin didn’t want to think about that. “I’m just glad to see you’re safe.” You frown, thinking to yourself that Kakyoin was brushing over this a little too easily. “I disagree,” You say softly, deciding to do away with the space between the two of you and move away from him. “I want to thank you, so...” Much to Kakyoin’s shock, you gently hold both his checks and tug him into you. He’s reeling, sure you’re going to kiss him here and now. In front of the other Crusaders, no less. And you do. Just not on his lips like he was sure you would do. No, instead you place a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose, smiling at the way his lavender eyes fluttered open and stared at you. “Thanks again, Kakyoin.” You say, before gently dropping his cheeks and walking away. 

Poor Kakyoin, he’s going to be thinking about that kiss for a long time after. How soft your hands were, how tiny they felt, how plump your lips felt... He was in deep.

Immediately after he’s going to be sputtering and looking your way, before evacuating the scene lest the other men start teasing him.

That night, when everyone has gone to sleep, if you’re still up Kakyoin will ask you what you meant by that kiss. You tell him to guess. 

Kakyoin isn’t sure he’s ready to handle that; he figures though, he’s already faced so much adversity he may as well do this.

So, he returns the favor ;)

“I was happy to save your life, _____... but I’m even happier that you’re allowing me to hold you like this.”

Avdol getting his kiss after saving your life:

He’d silently look you over for other injuries, content in knowing he had saved you from any and all harm.

Would take your thanks in stride! He’s very protective of his friends and happy to see the both of you came out unscathed from the entire thing.

You wanted to show him just how much you appreciated him, but Avdol would have nothing of it.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you?” You ask for the umpteenth time, pouting when Avdol simply shakes his head. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, _____ but just knowing your safe and happy is reward enough for me.” He explains. You stubbornly shake your head in return. “Not for me! Isn’t there--” You pause your speech, an idea going off in your mind. Before you can think to stop yourself you grin. “Never mind, I have the perfect idea, come here.” You don’t even bother to wait for Avdol to come to you, moving to him instead as he looks at you questioningly. “Just what are you planning to do--” Now it was Avdol’s turn to be cut off as you not so gently tugged him to your level by the collar. “Thanking you of course!” You say sweetly, pressing a kiss to his left cheek, then his right, and finally, his nose before pulling away.

Like the others he’s a little shocked you would be so bold but Avdol is able to shake it off with a hearty laugh and genuine smile!

Of course, his heart is racing but you wouldn’t be able to tell from the way he’s acting now. He’s completely nonchalant, though he may tease you in return if you didn’t the response you wanted.

Very likely to corner you when you get a moment alone and be a little bold himself...

“You missed a spot when you kissed me earlier, habib.”

Jotaro, receiving a kiss after saving your life:

Jotaro actually took the hit for you, but at least he was able to take care of the stand user shortly after.

Lucky for him, the injury he sustained wasn't near as bad as what you might have taken from the enemy but you still can't help but worry over him.

Even as you're on your knees, tending to his wounds, Jotaro has the guile to say he's completely fine. Lier. Idiot. Why did he have to be so stubborn?

"Jojo, hold still!" He's so big you're having problems keeping him sat down to bandage the wound on his stomach properly. "I said I was fine, you don't have to worry about it." Gently as he could, Jotaro tries to push you away. "Jotaro stop! I'm gonna help you whether you like it or not!" Unwilling to let him leave, you positioned yourself over his knees to keep him in place. "Now, hold still." With gentle hands, you wrapped the bandage around his stomach, none the wiser about the growing color on his face. "There, see, was that so hard?" You move to sit up properly and get off him, but your knees end up slipping on his jacket; you end up splayed on his chest, looking up to pretty blue eyes and a blushing face. You can't help but be enraptured by Jojo for the moment; before you can stop yourself, you're leaning in, and slotting your lips against his.

Why did you just do that? What were you thinking? You got out of there before Jotaro could react. You were lucky no one saw that.

Jotaro, for his part, is still shocked a moment after you leave. You left too soon to see the little smile on his face.

Corners you later that night, much to your embarrassment.

"I-it was just to thank you for saving my life, that's all!" You can't even look him in the eyes. Jotaro can see through that, though. "Then you won't mind if I return the favor." This time, it's Jotaro who pulls you in for a kiss. As he said, you can't really find it in you to complain when he kisses you like this...

[moondancer71]

Teach Me | A Professor!Jon drabble

This is a round robin style smutty drabble from @jupiterix @libradoodle1 @jilliebaby and I from a prompt/challenge from @youwerenevermine based on Kit’s deleted scene from Eternals. The beautiful moodboard is courtesy of @youwerenevermine as well! 🥰😍 Enjoy! 🤗

“Daenerys, I fear you might fail the semester if your grades don't improve by the next exam.” That's what he said just before offering to privately tutor her. 

The thing is, Daenerys is very concerned about her academic performance, so she immediately said "yes," probably sounding too desperate, and without considering that private tutoring meant she would have to spend two hours alone with Professor Jon Snow. After all, there is a reason she is failing HIS classes, despite excelling in all her other subjects… 

Jon Snow is not only a good professor. He’s also intelligent, and kind. Without a doubt, he is the hottest man Dany has ever met. The tone of his voice, his effortless style, the sparkle in his eyes when he teaches…It’s entirely too difficult for her to pay attention to what he is saying when he looks this good. 

And she hasn’t even gotten to his ass; it's so round and thicc, she has to cross her legs to relieve the pressure in her cunt everytime he comes near her. It also doesn't help that he smells incredible, like a fresh winter’s day.

It's embarrassing, really, how huge of a crush she has on him, considering she is an adult and he is her professor. Still, her body’s reaction to him is proof enough of her feelings – Dany knows she would do anything to have him between her thighs.

"Oh gods, what's the name of this species again?" she asks, her fingers brushing the skull displayed in front of her.

"Miss Targaryen! You cannot touch the artifacts!" Jon exclaims behind her, his hand quickly removing hers from the giant dragon skull.

"I'm sorry professor, I didn't know." Of course she did know she couldn't touch the museum collection, but she was suddenly a woman on a mission; she would do anything to feel his touch on her skin.

"Sure, no problem—just don't do it again," Jon says, blushing, and she smirked. Her visible cleavage was affecting him, that much was clear. 

But as the night progresses, Jon seems to grow more and more angry with her. And if she is honest with herself, she is also feeling remorse for her behavior in the museum – touching the fossils, ignoring the safety barriers, bending over to "get a better look" at the objects and lifting her ass, looking at Jon over her shoulder and noticing his eyes never really focused on her face. 

The evening ends in his office as he reviews her notes. He’s speaking, but the words don’t register at all. She’s too focused on his luscious mouth, so consumed with what it could do to her that she licks her lips.

"Daenerys, would you please stop?" he says for probably the umpteenth time that evening, and her attention finally snaps to him. "I—I’ve had to scold you all night long! I don't even have to do this with my five year-old nieces." He lets out a sigh. "I offered you tutoring because I thought you were a good girl failing and—"

He abruptly stops talking because she’s up on her feet, trailing her fingertips along the gleaming wood of his desk as she slinks toward him. When she reaches him, he stands to face her. 

Neither speak as she leans up and kisses him. He’s so hot when he’s angry and she just can't help herself. 

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Jon hesitates only briefly before something in him seems to snap, and his hands grip her waist to bring her closer. He imagines she can feel his hardness through his trousers and that she now knows her affect on him.

"Sit down, professor," Dany orders, before pushing him back into his chair. He watches, chest heaving as she descends to her knees before him. "I'll show you how much of a good girl I am."

Her hands slide up his thick muscled thighs until she reaches his belt. The sounds of leather and metal slapping together are the only noise in the room as she quickly pulls the buckle loose. Finally, she unzips him and pulls out his ready cock.

“Fuck,” Jon groans as she takes him into her warm, wet mouth. 

One hand grips the armrest of his chair as the other cards through her long silver tresses. He knows this is wrong; completely unethical – she’s his student. But as she peeks up at him through her lashes from her knees, her tongue working him toward his peak, he finds he doesn’t much care. 

He’s tempted to stop her so he can fuck her on his desk. He wants the image of her spread before him imprinted in his mind. But as he rocks his hips forward, pushing deeper into her mouth, he supposes that will be a lesson for another day.

                                                   📚📚📚 At his moans of pleasure, Daenerys revels in the power she holds over him - this was exactly what she wanted. She’d been lusting after him for the whole semester. All the short skirts and low cut tops she wore had finally paid off. 

After a final suck and a few quick pumps of her hand, she releases his cock and rises from her knees. At his questioning look, she bends over his desk, wiggling her round ass enticingly. The loose sundress she wore just for him is very short and she hadn’t bothered with panties. Looking over her shoulder, she spies him standing and then lifting the flimsy material that barely covers her backside. 

With her dress rucked up to her hips, her entire lower half is bared to him. He cups one arse cheek, the calluses on his palm rough as they brush over her sensitive skin. Thick fingers slip between her cleft to spread her open, making her blush even as she pants for more. His large hand slides down toward her cunt, and he smiles as he gently rubs her quivering wet mess. 

When their eyes meet, she begs, “Fuck me.”

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, gorgeous?" he rasps, easing a finger inside her wet heat and groaning. "You're so ready for me." 

He teases her, pumping the digit in and out of her welcoming cunt, the sight alone nearly causing her undoing. 

"Oh, I am, and I also come prepared..." she trails off. 

He looks up to see what had interrupted her, only to find her tearing apart a foil packet with her teeth before she turns around to face him. 

"Take off your pants," she commands. 

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Quicker than he ever has in recent memory, Jon yanks his trousers and boxers down his hips. She is on him immediately, gently grasping his engorged cock with her delicate hands while she rolls the condom onto him with her greedy mouth.

Before he can think better of it, he grabs her waist and pulls her back to his chest before bending her over to line himself up with her cunt. He enters her in one smooth thrust, relishing in her gasp and the little whimpers that escape her as he increases his pace and grabs her chest for leverage, massaging her perfect tits for good measure.

As he pounds into her from behind, her cunt pulsing around his cock, he thinks about the many things he’d like to teach her.

[arrowflier]

Hey Arrow! Huge fan, first-time asker! ❤

I've just seen a reel where this girl keeps calling her boyfriend nicknames that get weirder and weirder ( instagram reel here) and can't help but imagine Ian doing this to Mickey over the years. Could you use your magic to make this reality? 😍

Oh gosh, I can see it!  He’d think he was so funny, too.  Fair warning that this went briefly serious with a misunderstanding purely because I’ve had a day, but I promise it’s mostly silly!

Call Me Baby, Call Me...What? (AO3 or continue below)

Mickey didn’t know what had gotten into Ian, but he wasn’t sure he liked it.

It started small, and simple.  “Pass the remote, babe,” when Mickey was too busy stuffing his face to turn up the TV.  “Come back inside, honey,” when Mickey had been out on the balcony for too long, smoking and staring at their neighbors.  

Nothing crazy, nothing to raise eyebrows over.  Just a man using pet names for his husband.  And if Mickey was honest, maybe he didn’t even mind it.

But then Ian pulled an Ian, and things got…weird.

“Hey Mickey, have you seen my scarf?” he asked on a cool fall day, rummaging through an old box of winter clothes.  

“The old green one you stole from me like, ten years ago?” Mickey asked, passing through the living room on his way to the kitchen.  “You put it on a hangar in the back of the closet, remember?  Something about good memories, you didn’t want to pack it up.”

“Oh, right!” Ian said, straightening.  He beamed at Mickey, and brushed past him on the way to the bedroom.  “Thanks hedgehog, you’re a lifesaver!”

“No problem,” Mickey murmured to his husband’s retreating back, somehow still caught off guard at every compliment that left the man’s lips.

Then he realized what else had left them.

“The fuck do you mean, hedgehog?” he muttered, but Ian was already gone.

It happened again a few days later.  Ian had convinced Mickey to join him for a run, and Mickey was regretting every moment.  He finally forced them to a stop, bending over with hands on knees and gasping as sweat slid from his face to the ground.

“You’re a fucking madman,” he choked out once he had the air.  “There’s no way you do this everyday.”

“It’s not that bad,” Ian argued, jogging in place as he waited.  “You’re just not used to it.  Bet you could get up to speed in no time if you came with me more often.”

“Fuck that,” Mickey said, and heaved himself back up straight.  “Nobody’s that fit.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, FitBit,” Ian quipped.  “Now come on, we aren’t even halfway.”

“Thought he had a Garmin,” Mickey mused, half to himself, then shrugged.  He was too preoccupied with chasing Ian down to worry about it.

The next time, they were out with Ian’s family.  Sitting around a fire in the Gallagher’s backyard, drinking beer and shooting shit while the kids played.  Mickey laughed at some stupid joke Debbie made, and then Ian was smiling at him, all sappy-eyed, and asking:

“You want another beer, windchime?”

Mickey’s laugh tapered off, his nose wrinkling.

“Uh, sure man,” he accepted, and handed Ian his empty when the other man walked past.  “Thanks.”

“Windchime?” Lip repeated, barely hiding his smirk.  “You let him call you weird shit like that?”

Mickey wiped his frown away with a hand.

“None of your fucking business, Phillip,” he muttered, and tried not to think about it too much.

The grocery store two days later wasn’t much better.

“Sorry ma’am, I can’t help you,” Ian was saying as Mickey rounded the corner of the aisle with an armful of snacks.  “I’m looking for my—” He saw Mickey, and smiled.

“There he is!” he said, skirting around an older woman to greet Mickey with a quick kiss.  “I just need one more thing,” he said, lifting their shared basket so Mickey could drop his stuff inside.  “I’ll meet you at the register, okay floorlamp?”

Mickey mouthed the word to Ian’s back as he dashed back the way Mickey came.

“Why, what an odd thing to say,” mused the woman Ian had been speaking to before.  “Do you suppose he thinks that’s romantic?”

“I have no fucking clue,” Mickey muttered.  Then she tutted, and he looked over to see her watching him with pity.

“I’m sorry, dear,” she said, reaching out to put a hand on his arm.  He pulled away, and she let it fall without comment.  “It must be hard to—”

“Don’t you have your own man to gossip about by now?” Mickey cut in, jaw set.  “If you don’t you better fuck off and start lookin’,” he added to her horrified face.  “Don’t seem like you got much time left.”

He stomped right past her, right past the registers, and out the door.  Ian could deal with buying their shit; he needed a fucking smoke.

And to think about Ian’s new little hobby.

It came to a head at work the next day.  They were meeting up with a client to hand over the day’s cash, and Mickey had run to the back to use their bathroom before he and Ian started the long drive home.

He was coming back out, bag slung over his shoulder, when he heard Ian say it.

“Hey, where’s my trainwreck?”

And Mickey saw red.

“Okay, that’s it,” Mickey snapped, storming over.  “You,” he said, pointing to their client, “take your shit.”

He threw the bag of cash at the man’s chest, ignoring the muffled “oof” as he tried to catch it.

“And you,” Mickey said, voice getting colder as he glared at his husband, “take me home.”

“The fuck is with all these nicknames, Gallagher?” he asked once they had made it back to the ambulance.  “You tryin’ to make me look stupid or something?”

“What?” Ian asked, brows furrowed.  He paused in putting on his seatbelt to look over the console at Mickey, confused.  “No, of course not.”

Mickey huffed.  Tore off his stupid little army hat, turned to throw it into the back.

“Then why are you callin’ me random words?” he pressed.  “You forget who you married all of a sudden?”

“Mickey, I—”

“You what?” Mickey interrupted, leaning back to fold his arms over his chest as he glared.  “Thought it was a good idea to call me a goddamn trainwreck in front of a client?”

“I didn’t—”

“It was bad enough when you were going for fuckin’ housewares,” Mickey went on, ignoring him, “but I draw the line at insults, Ian.”

“Mickey.”

Just that, just his name.  Mickey shook his head.

“Uh uh,” he said, working himself up further.  “You ain’t talkin your way out of this.  I’ve half a mind to—”

“It’s a strain.”

Mickey stopped.  Blinked.

“What?”

Ian sighed.

“He got a different strain in, and offered us some samples,” he said quietly.  “Thought you might want to try it tonight; you’ve been kind of tense lately.”

Mickey deflated.

“Oh.”

“Didn’t know the names were bothering you,” Ian said, shoulders slumped.  “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

Shit.

“No, you don’t have to—” Mickey started, eyes stuck on the way Ian was gripping the steering wheel.  The tightness of his hands, the slight tremble of his fingers.  He stopped himself, and rubbed his eyes.

“Look,” he started over, “they weren’t really botherin’ me, okay?  I just…”  He shook his head.  “Don’t get why you want to use ‘em.”

Ian shrugged.  His kept his eyes forward as he spoke, gaze focused on something far away through the windshield.

“I thought it was funny, I guess?” he tried.  “And kind of cute?”

“But why that weird shit?” Mickey pressed.  “Callin’ me stuff like floorlamp ain’t exactly normal.”

Ian looked at him then, eyes wide.  Bright.

“But you light up my life,” he said simply, and fuck.

“Fuckin sap,” Mickey whispered, and Ian’s lips twitched up just a smidge.

“They all had reasons, you know,” Ian told him, and took one hand off the wheel to reach for him.  Mickey took it.  

“I called you windchime because your laugh is like music,” Ian said, stroking the back of Mickey’s hand with his thumb.  FitBit because you’re more than a bit fit.”

Mickey snorted.  

“Clever,” he quipped, and Ian’s upturned lips became a real smile.

“I thought so,” he agreed, and Mickey squeezed his hand.  

“And I called you hedgehog,” Ian went on, “because you always were prickly.”

Mickey starts to pull back his hand.

“But also soft, and sweet,” Ian finished, holding tighter.

“Okay, okay,” Mickey said, rolling his eyes.  “I got it.”  Then he looked up through his lashes, and smiled, and added,  “Lover.”

Ian laughed.

“I know you are but what am I?” he asked, and Mickey tugged his hand away to smack him on the back of the head.

“Shut up and drive, garden hose,” he said, and Ian shifted into gear with a grin.

“Wait, why garden hose?” he asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

Mickey smirked.

“Cause if you get us home quick,” he explained, “I’ll give you a chance to—”

The rest was drowned out by Ian flipping on the sirens and speeding into traffic.

[sparkledfirecracker]

I just had a giggle over your Ransom Moodboard. That bottom left pic really screams soft whipped (no not whopper 🤦🏼‍♀️) boy and it’s so fluffy.

Just a quick story with a quick essay during my break.

So: Let’s start at the very beginning. A very good place to start. When you read you begin with A-be-see.

Ransom couldn’t believe you had agreed to it. He thought that goddamn dom attitude of yours would have made impossible for you to leave yourself at his mercy all day but the only caveat you had was that it was a day you were working at the charity, not the clinic or in the field.

Well okay, because charities are boring to begin with right? Shaking hands with boring oldies who love to hand out money as of their life depended on it and sign off some boring stuff, getting everything prepped.

Also how did we get here? It feels like I skipped a few steps, I’ll figure it out of not now, somewhere further down the road.

the vibrator he’d stuck inside you this morning would be rubbing against your g-spot and clit, reminding you of him.

😏 no complaints, keep going horn balls, because something tells me somethings going to happen, because this was too easy, even for these two.

God, he hoped you were in a meeting. He loved the thought of you fighting an orgasm while you had to watch some stupid presentation, surrounded by old men who had no idea he was making you squirm from miles away. You were always so fucking loud when you came, this would be a special kind of torture for you.

I can see him whip back his head and let out an evil laugh, but damn spineless puppy will be in for a treat for sure.

He turned his hips to the side as much as he could, hoping he had softened enough that she wouldn’t notice anything.

The way I laughed hahahahaha, this dude doesn’t even knows how badly he’s getting his ass ripped in half yet, but also still wants to be the bad guy. It’s amusing to read

Fuck, he had to stop doing that.

Well what you gonna do about it stud? Wank yourself in front of your parents. Go on, I dare you too, because I know you’ve got a respectable hard cock in those awfully tight jeans of yours. All that because of some porn thoughts 😈

Linda had now started discussing the daughter of some blue blood Boston family, discussing her like a fucking horse. This was even worse. Like he would ever waste his time on some uptight WASP.

Is this blonde bimbo bitch, I learned about and loathed? It better be another one, because there’s always room for more ‘wasps’ to be hated on that list.

He choked and almost spat all over his parents.

🤣🤣🤣🤣, uno reverse for our girl here. Hahahahaha, every single time, I know it will keep on coming back, but damn hahahaha.

I really don’t like inserting GIF’s in essays, but sometimes you have to. Hahahaha, this is making my day already.

“Just, wrong pipe. Scuse me a second.” He spluttered, running to the bathroom as their worried inquiries followed him down the hall.

Why withhold the truth, you sweater hoe, no harm in telling or showing the parents what’s been seen on the filthy screen 🤣

You were in a meeting, but that didn’t stop you from being a fucking slut. God, you were such a bitch. You knew he was out with his parents. He should have known you would have turned this around on him.

*bites fist to keep from screeching* I’m not gonna share the twist on this one, BUT BOY OH BOY DID MY VAGINA CLENCH AROUND NOTHING AND ENVIED READER BEYOND OUTER SPACE 🚀, like holy hell 🥵!

I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS KINDA PANTY TWISTING MAGIC. FUCK SHIT OUSSY ASS MOTHERFUCKING DAMN BITCH 🌋

struggling to think of what he could do to you for punishment and failing to come up with anything.

Again! She’s beating you at your own game and she’ll be the boss of you and yes there’s stuff I know I still haven’t read, but my little wizard hat feels you’re going to be her bitch and bend the knee to her, not the other way round 😍. You wanted to play, she’s downright playing it and you can’t always have your ways Rannie.

I love a feline who can stand her own and not get tossed around by any man and his ego. So this girl is a right treat. ♥️

Control

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale/ Fem-Reader

Words: 638 (what?!)

Summary: Ransom convinces you to play one of his games but gets more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (sexting, masturbation, use of toys), SMUT, 18+ only

A/N: I had planned on a nice, long fic for you ladies, but then my 8 hour shift turned into a 10 hour one. So here is a little something that’s a sequel to my first fic, Snowed In. I love writing Ransom and the dynamic between the two leads here may be my favorite. (Also, I had no idea I could write something under 2500 words, it’s insane!) Of course, tagging the wonderful @stargazingfangirl18​, who I know is possibly even more of a hoe for sweater daddy than I am!

Ransom couldn’t believe you had agreed to it. He thought that goddamn dom attitude of yours would have made impossible for you to leave yourself at his mercy all day but the only caveat you had was that it was a day you were working at the charity, not the clinic or in the field.

Keep reading

[the-iceni-bitch]

I’m so excited!!! I totally thought you were just gonna go through the major points but you’re doing the whole thing?!?!

I just had a giggle over your Ransom Moodboard. That bottom left pic really screams soft whipped (no not whopper 🤦🏼‍♀️) boy and it’s so fluffy.

OMG, isn’t it?!?! What a soft puppy he’s turned into.

Also how did we get here? It feels like I skipped a few steps, I’ll figure it out of not now, somewhere further down the road.

I guess I never really addressed this right off the bat, though I do go over it in later fics. It’s not spoilery though so I’m good sharing. I’m addition to her very busy veterinary practice, girl runs a charity that provides mental health resources for veterinary healthcare workers. (Be nice to your vets and techs folks)

😏 no complaints, keep going horn balls, because something tells me somethings going to happen, because this was too easy, even for these two.

Always a safe bet with these two, something sexy is definitely happening.

I can see him whip back his head and let out an evil laugh, but damn spineless puppy will be in for a treat for sure.

He thinks he’s such a badass but our girl’s got him beat.

The way I laughed hahahahaha, this dude doesn’t even knows how badly he’s getting his ass ripped in half yet, but also still wants to be the bad guy. It’s amusing to read

It was amusing to write, too. Making this boy frustrated is one of my favorite things!

Well what you gonna do about it stud? Wank yourself in front of your parents. Go on, I dare you too, because I know you’ve got a respectable hard cock in those awfully tight jeans of yours. All that because of some porn thoughts 😈

Babe, the boy is in a constant state of horniness and it’s almost exclusively reader’s fault 😂. She’s got him so fucking whipped and it’s barely been a month.

Is this blonde bimbo bitch, I learned about and loathed? It better be another one, because there’s always room for more ‘wasps’ to be hated on that list.

No, this is a different WASP bitch. Linda’s got a veritable buffet of them she tried to shove at her son.

🤣🤣🤣🤣, uno reverse for our girl here. Hahahahaha, every single time, I know it will keep on coming back, but damn hahahaha.

I mean, how dumb is our boy that he opened what could only be a very sexy text at the table with his parents? No one to blame but himself for his situation.

Why withhold the truth, you sweater hoe, no harm in telling or showing the parents what’s been seen on the filthy screen 🤣

Yeah, he gets over this particular qualm real fast.

*bites fist to keep from screeching* I’m not gonna share the twist on this one, BUT BOY OH BOY DID MY VAGINA CLENCH AROUND NOTHING AND ENVIED READER BEYOND OUTER SPACE 🚀, like holy hell 🥵!

SHE’S A NASTY BITCH AND THAT’S WHY WE LOVE HER!!!! Babe does not give a single fuck except to completely wreck sweater boo.

Again! She’s beating you at your own game and she’ll be the boss of you and yes there’s stuff I know I still haven’t read, but my little wizard hat feels you’re going to be her bitch and bend the knee to her, not the other way round 😍. You wanted to play, she’s downright playing it and you can’t always have your ways Rannie.

Nail on the head, you’re gonna get there soon, but this girl is going to bring him to his knees in every way possible.

I am so giddy about you reading through all these, baby, you don’t even know!!!!

Control

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale/ Fem-Reader

Words: 638 (what?!)

Summary: Ransom convinces you to play one of his games but gets more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (sexting, masturbation, use of toys), SMUT, 18+ only

A/N: I had planned on a nice, long fic for you ladies, but then my 8 hour shift turned into a 10 hour one. So here is a little something that’s a sequel to my first fic, Snowed In. I love writing Ransom and the dynamic between the two leads here may be my favorite. (Also, I had no idea I could write something under 2500 words, it’s insane!) Of course, tagging the wonderful @stargazingfangirl18​, who I know is possibly even more of a hoe for sweater daddy than I am!

Ransom couldn’t believe you had agreed to it. He thought that goddamn dom attitude of yours would have made impossible for you to leave yourself at his mercy all day but the only caveat you had was that it was a day you were working at the charity, not the clinic or in the field.

Keep reading