#its gorgeous and its abdomen is deep metallic green

[stickytrigger69]

Well if you're taking requests, please allow me to make one✨ I see Prime on your list as "have watched". Could I request Bounty Hunter Reader/TFP Wheeljack with a "rivals who keep hooking up cause it's easier than admitting feelings" thing ? Thank you so much(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。Nuetral/Masc Bot reader is def preferred

TFP Wheeljack x GN Cybertronian Reader

Reader is gender neutral

Bot instead of mech or femme

Reader frame type, paint job, etc. is unspecified

NSFW

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You've been in the bounty hunting business for a long long time, even before the war. Often being hired by the one who had the most money to offer you. During the war there were times that the Autobots had more and others the Cons did, there were other times it was a completely different species. You found things in both groups that you disliked, the Autobots were prideful and the Decepticons were cruel. You especially disliked the wreckers, no matter what side they are on.

And there was one who was consistently disruptive. He really grinded your gears. He's a decent sized mech, white, red, and green paint job and two large finials on the sides of his helm. The finials were an unmistakable characteristic of his that by appearance alone, made you edgy. He liked to push your buttons and tease you.

But his favorite pass time is to flirt with you like he wasn't just angering you a few kliks ago. His servos wander over your frame as he smirks knowingly at you, like if you've already succumbed to his 'charm'. He thinks he has you wrapped around his digits like copper wire but you always argue that he doesn't. Even when he's spiking you real good you deny that you enjoy it, degrading him the entire time. He, of course, pokes back, telling you this, you, is nothing to him.

Most of the time when he sees you you're glaring deep into his optics, a blatant display of your disdain for the mech. He can feel your scowl as he presses his derma against yours. A sour tint in the charge of your glossa while he sticks his own down your intake. His servos are holding you up against the wall, digits digging into your prtomesh between your plating. Spike thrusting in and out of your tight valve, dripping with your fluids.

He releases your derma and just looks you in the optics while he pounds you into the wall. For a moment he sees a softness in them. Feels a small spark of compassion come off of you, your face goes slack for a moment. He grunts deeply and buries his face in your neck cables. He lets out a chuckle before he bites down on one of them.

You're such a gorgeous bot. Perfect frame which is accentuated when you're pressed up against him like you are now. Legs wrapped around his waist, servos holding onto his shoulders for support. He can't help it but try to make you upset when he sees you. He loves when you get all soft and vulnerable like this, when you're not so hostile towards him.

He knows its his fault that you're always so defensive around him. He's the reason that you won't show him all of you the way he wants you to. He bounces you up and down faster on his spike trying to ignore his feelings. For now, the soft pants and moans coming from your intake are more than enough for him. But man does he hate having to settle for things.

In his frustration he thrusts harder, you cry out and hold onto him even tighter. Wheeljack grinds his denta together, groaning with every thrust upward into you. The clanging of metal hitting metal and the squelch of your wet valve fills his audials. Your warm breath tickles his neck cables.

"Ah, oh please." You whine into his neck. Optics squeezed shut as you feel every ridge of his spike push past your calipers. You grind down onto his spike, your own rubbing against his abdomen.

"Yeah yeah," He taunts, "I know what I'm doing." His voice is gruff and his tone is sharp. His optics stare into the wall behind you. He's so frustrated. With you and himself.

"I hate you." You groan out before you bite down on his neck cables. Denta digging into the smooth mesh covering the wires. The pain adds to his pleasure and makes him moan deeply. His spike twitches inside of you, he's getting close. And if the fluttering of your valve wasn't hint enough, he can tell you're getting close too.

"You piece of scrap." He says through gritted denta. His servo let's go of your leg, making you stand, to wrap around your throat. His digits squeeze and he stares into your optics with a grin. You scowl at him in turn, optics flickering with the building overload in your system. His glossa flicks over your derma, licking up the bit of lubricant that dribbled out.

You glare at him and try pulling his servo from your neck. He tuts at you and tightens his grip. He puts more force into his thrusts. Spike hitting you deep and hard.

"Ngh, overload for me gearhead." He chuckles at how you shudder from the command.

"Mmm-no!" You cry defiantly as you shut your optics.

"No~?" His servo releases your throat. "Aww, c'mon sweetspark, pleeaase~." He begs you as the servo previously wrapped around your throat reaches down and gently rubs at your anterior node. You gasp. Your back arches and you lean into his touch. It doesn't take very long until your calipers are spasming around his spike.

You throw your helm back with a loud moan as your overload crashes into you, charge bursting and sending an electric current down your spinal strut. His hips stutter for a moment.

"Jeeze darling, your valve is trying so hard to milk my spike." He grunts deeply. You reply with a small whine. "I'll give you what you want gearhead." You moan at the insult. He lifts you up again and uses you to reach his own overload. And in no time he reaches his limit, painting your insides with his transfluid.

Your optics leak coolant from the corners. Overstimulated and fucked to exhaustion. Another shudder passes through you when he pulls out. Both of you are panting, cooling fans slowing down. His transfluid leaks from your valve and puddles on the floor beneath you.

He's still holding you up, leaning against you, face in your neck again. Neither of you say anything for a long time, just recovering from the hot session. He sets you down but remains cautious, you have fallen a few times before after rough sessions so he is trying to be on the safer side this time. With him being so close but not touching you you both just stare into eachothers optics for a little. Searching your thoughts for something to say, you can see in his optics he's doing the same, looking for something, anything, to say.

You look down at his servo and take it into your own.

"You can just leave it," you look down at the puddle, " I'll clean it up." You look back up. He looks confused for a moment and then it clearly clicks.

"Alright, till next time then, eh gearhead?" He pulls his servo from yours to take a cloth from his subspace to wipe himself off. He hands it to you and you take it with a scoff.

"Sure I guess." Your processor still rebooting. Your voice is static-y still and he smiles at you for it. He turns around and steps off of your ship. A sore feeling in his spark chamber as he walks to his own. Though he knows he's going to see you again, he's just not sure if he wants to keep going like this.

He thinks he might want to face his inner feelings and tell you about it but he's not sure how you'll react. He doesn't want to lose this, this bit of intimacy he has with you. You watch as he flies off into the sky. You're left feeling conflicted. You want to talk to him about your "relationship" but you know what kind of mech he is so you always think against it.

You'll keep it to yourself you guess. You look away from the glass to the puddle of fluids on the floor. You feel sad looking at it, sad that this might be the only reason he'd want to keep in touch with you. After you clean it up you don't feel so bad. When you're finally ready, you sit in your chair and pull up the next bounty.

The face of a random bot stares back at you from the glass while you continue to think. 'I'll tell him how I feel next time' you tell yourself for the hundredth time. You always think that but when it comes down to it you never can do it. Intimidated by his frame and prickly nature. You take a deep invent and release it slowly and accept the bounty contract on your display, 'next time'.

[fisherfurbearer]

Pardon the blurriness, but here's all the new kids!! It's been a crazy day for me and it's still not over, but I'm too excited to not share them. I'm still working on some names, but top to bottom we have: "Wilder" the Thrixopelma ockerti "Boopus Boopdor" the Ephebopus rufescens "???" the first Theraphosinae sp. piura "???" the second Theraphosinae sp. piura "Montag/Beast" the Davus pentaloris "Cassini" the Neoholothele incei female I have been unbelievably lucky with this order. I caught the last N. incei female just before they sold out, pre-ordered the rufescens just in time, made a deal with them and got an extra piura freebie, ordered a .5" D. pentaloris but got an almost 1.5" one, and managed to snatch one of the unnanounced T. ockerti for sale the night before they were to ship out. I'll try to get better pictures of them soon. These don't do them justice. I'm not sure of their exact personalities yet but I love what I see so far. Both piura are very shy and dainty and the rufescens is a tiny terror. It's maybe 3/4" but it tried to attack the paint brush several times and bolted around it's enclosure like lightning. It's already a favorite, it's too charming.

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Swimmingly

a quick little Mermay ficlet

arranged marriage - royalty au

tw: Geralt’s canon-typic self-loathing, misunderstandings with a happy ending

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“I don’t want to meet him,” Geralt hears the stranger yelling. His words echo down the long hallway that separates the royal family’s private living chambers from the rest of the Southern palace. Geralt’s fanlike fins are trembling with nerves and he tries with all his might to make them to stop; the young Prince of the Northern Sea doesn’t want to appear cowardly before his betrothed, whose tone seems imperious even from such a distance. 

The voice grows louder as the speaker comes closer and Geralt feels the ripples of two approaching figures as they flow through the water to batter gently against his skin. People here in the Southern Kingdom have different movement patterns than his own people and Geralt focuses on that singular detail as he hears the voice continue: “What if I simply refuse to accept the marriage contract and leave before the wedding vows are spoken? It’s not like Papa can make me go through with it if I really don’t want to.”

He must have heard the rumors, Geralt frowns, his head lowering of its own accord until he’s staring at the ground, his arms crossing self-consciously over the front of his chest. He knows about my hair and the strangeness of my eyes. He’s heard that I’m cursed, that I’m the bastard son of the King and Sycorax the sea witch. He’s heard about my strange scar and my impulsivity. He’s probably already terrified of m-

Geralt’s self-effacing thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a sharp inhalation. The Prince of the Northern Sea flinches at the shocked gasp, his tail wriggling uselessly in a vain attempt to distract from his shamefully pink face. The voice from before speaks again, but this time it chimes sweetly, sounding more like song than conversation. “Nobody told me that my husband-to-be was so lovely.”

Geralt’s blush only grows darker and he wishes for the ground to open up and swallow him, fins and all. He can’t bear to glance up at his betrothed now. He doesn’t want to see the mocking look the Southern Prince is no doubt wearing. He wants to raise his hands and cover his ears, sure that the next words from his future husband’s mouth will be sarcastic remarks about his appearance. 

“Are you mute, dear heart? If you are mute, or if you choose to be mute, I can learn to speak with my hands as I have seen others do. If you are simply overwhelmed, nod once, and I shall cease speaking immediately.”

Geralt nods gratefully and allows his eyes to flicker up a bit, taking in the gorgeous, deep royal-blue of his betrothed’s long and heavy tail. It curls in the water around them, shimmering and nearly iridescent in the filtered, wavy light of the midday sun. His fins are sharper than Geralt’s, pointed at the tips and only half a shade lighter than his scales. It’s lovely, and the Northern Prince wonders if his own tail, a deep green that verges on metallic, is pleasing to his betrothed’s eyes. His fins are fanned like those of betta fish and their contrast is markedly fascinating. 

The attendant that had been following the Southern Prince down the hall disappears in a flash, no doubt to summon the kings, leaving the two young mer-royals unchaperoned. 

“Are you afraid of me or something?” Geralt’s future husband finally asks, breaking the awkward silence.

Geralt shakes his head. “Just… nervous.”

“Ah, I see,” his betrothed swims closer. “Is it because of the rumors you’ve no-doubt heard about me? That I am pompous and fanciful and insincere, that I would rather sing that plot wars, that I am witty but otherwise empty-headed. Let me assure you that they are all mostly incorrect. Except for the battles one, I do prefer music to war.”

“Huh?” Geralt’s head snaps up in surprise. He finally meets the other Prince’s eyes with his own and hears another soft gasp. He flinches back, away from the pretty brunette before him, and moves to turn away. Before he can, however, the other man catches him by the arm. 

“Wait! Your eyes-” the stranger pulls him close and Geralt feel his cheeks practically glowing “-They’re even lovelier than your hair, and I thought that was the most gorgeous detail I’d seen so far. Truly, dear heart… you’re gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?”

“Don’t tease me!” Geralt cries, pulling harshly against the grip on his arm. “Please! I can’t take it!”

“No! I’m not teasing! I’m being quite serious, uh…” the Southern Prince releases Geralt’s arm and tangles his hands together anxiously in front of his abdomen. “I don’t even know your name; no wonder you think I’m being insincere. I’m Jaskier, Crown Prince of the Southern Ocean Kingdom. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“I’m, uhm… I’m Geralt. Second Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom,” he bows shallowly. “It’s very nice to meet you… Jaskier.”

“I like the way it sounds when you say my name,” Jaskier grins, closing the distance between them again, this time on friendlier terms. “It sounds like a caress.”

Geralt’s cheeks must be on fire. Oh, how they burn.

“You’re sweet when you blush. Your face almost matches the color of your Father’s tail.”

“You’ve met my Father?” 

“Only once, and very briefly. I saw him passing the library on his way to make our marriage arrangements.”

“Oh,” Geralt was smiling a little bit now, “Well it is nice to meet you. And you are very pretty, Jaskier.”

“Would you like to get to know each other better?” Jaskier asks. He sounds incredibly earnest and Geralt raises a curious eyebrow.

“Did you mean those things you said about my hair and my eyes?”

“Every word.”

“I don’t think you’re pompous or insincere, Jaskier. And I’d love to get to know you better. First and foremost, I must know if we are to be married, what’s your favorite book?”

“Oh, my dearest future husband,” Jaskier winds his arm through Geralt’s, grinning brightly. The way the word husband rolls so easily from his tongue sends the Northern Prince’s heart racing. “We are going to get along swimmingly.” 

[little-diable]

Twinkling stars - Harry Styles (smut)

First try at writing for Harry, I hope you guys like it and will request some imagines for this lovely man. Enjoy my loves. xxx

“It’s lovely, innit?” Harry sat down next to her, back pressed against the cold railing of his roof, eyes wandering up to the dark night sky, admiring the mass of stars. “Mhm,” her eyes momentarily wandered over his features, his green eyes twinkled in the faint light, outshining all those stars. “Shouldn’t you be down there?” (Y/n) nodded her chin towards his garden, finding their friends sitting around his pool, giggling about god knows what. 

“They’ll be fine without me,” his calm voice made her shiver, a reaction she was used to by now, after all she already had been around Harry for a few months, still not quite sure, if it had been just a lucky coincidence or one of the worst decisions of her life. She had trusted Anna, trusted her as she told (y/n) about his kind nature, the smile he so naturally carried on his pink lips, appreciating all the people around him. 

But, Anna didn’t tell her how alluring his smile would truly be, didn’t warn (y/n) about the possibility of falling head over heels in love with one of the biggest names in music, didn’t even mention how his touch would make her body tingle for hours on end. 

(Y/n) was well aware that Harry, the Harry Styles, would never truly be interested in her, she wasn’t one of those naturally pretty model faces, of course she was beautiful, but she wasn’t special, at least that was what her inner voice would tell her, every time her mind would dream about being with him. She should have trusted the feeling in her guts, should have stopped accompanying  Anna to his parties, to the events he’d host, but, she simply couldn’t. 

“Don’t think I’ll ever get used to this view,” his head rolled backwards, fully taking in the night sky, a carefree smile danced on his lips, she hummed once again, hoping that she’d find the strength to rip her eyes off him. Harry caught her staring, not truly intending to, deep down he had hoped, that she’d still look at the stars, giving him the opportunity to admire her, like he’d always do. 

A frown was gracing her features, eyebrows knitted together, the line between them seemed to get more prominent, she had been pulled into her confusing thoughts, detesting her heart for betraying her like that, letting itself fall into another heartbreak. Her eyes wandered down his jaw, to his neck, where his necklace hung, (y/n)s finger ghosted over the metal, unconsciously creeping closer. 

Harry gulped, trying to pause his racing thoughts, his heart was rapidly beating, pounding against his ribcage, he could almost feel her breath on his skin, how easy it’d be to dip his head down and finally kiss her. But just as he came up with enough bravery to move closer, (y/n) shook her head, rising from the cold floor, “I’ll have to get up pretty early, should be finding my way home now,” she demonstratively yawned. 

“I’ll walk you down,” Harry grasped her awaiting hand, following her down the steps, the knot in his abdomen seemed to tighten, he didn’t want her to leave, there were too many things he still wanted to say to her. “Do you want me to drive you home?” He shot her a concerned glance, she shouldn’t have to wander through the dark streets around that time, he’d always worry about her, no matter what. 

“’M good, thank you,” (y/n) squeezed his hand, shooting him one last tight smile, that truly didn’t reach her eyes, displaying the raging storm of emotions overtaking her senses. A lump began to form in her throat as she walked through his gate, eyes focused onto her phone screen, his voice began to rumble through her earphones, singing to her, engulfing her on the walk home. 

It took Anna a few days to reach out to (y/n), telling her about Harrys new invitation, he’d play “fine line” to his friends for the first time, after teasing them for months about his new album. “No, I won’t make it,” she chewed on her nails, wrapped up in a big blanket, placed on her sofa, “oh come on, won’t be as much fun without you.” Anna desperately tried to convince her friend, she didn’t hear the pain in (y/n)s voice, didn’t notice her friend struggling, letting her go with a simple “take care”. 

Of course she had wanted to take the invite, (y/n) couldn’t wait for Harry to release his new music, music she’d listen to for hours on end, wondering if he had thought about her, while writing one of his songs. But she’d quickly dismissed the thought, switching her focus onto something else, distracting herself from the name “Harry Styles”. 

Another deep sigh spilled from (y/n)s lips, she was laying on her bed, eyes following the movie, which played on her tv, only getting ripped out of her trance as a knock echoed through her apartment. Her naked feet tapped against her cold floor, hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, “Harry?” He was standing in front of her door, dark green jumper covering his figure. 

“Hi love”, he smiled at her, tentatively stepping into the apartment, he had never been there before, Harry had always wondered what her home would look like. A simple look around was enough for him to fall in love with her four walls. “Why are you here?” It sounded more rude than she had intended, curious eyes watching Harry clear his throat, “you didn’t come.” 

“Oh,” she bit down on her lip, not quite sure what she should tell him, would it be appropriate to simply say “sorry”? (Y/n) stuttered a few words before she gave up, sighing as her eyes momentarily fell close, collecting herself, he’d always have this effect on her senses, letting her drown in his scent, hairs rising as she felt how close he was standing. Harry grasped her chin, tilting it upwards, not giving her any chance to look away. 

Her cheeks were flushed, dilated pupils staring at his tall frame, a few locks fell into his face, projecting a light shadow onto his features. “Love,” Harry mumbled, eyes switching down to her lips, giving into his instincts before he’d find himself overthinking the situation. It took (y/n) a few seconds to react to the kiss, wondering if he was truly kissing her right now, lips moving against hers, arms wandering up her sides, pulling her into his chest. 

He chased her lips, not breaking the kiss once, she didn’t seem as tensed, finally relaxing, giving into his touch. (Y/n) didn’t dare open her eyes as he broke the kiss, heavily breathing, forehead pressed against hers, a chuckle rumbled through him, hands placed against her cheeks. “Do you want to stay?” (Y/n) mumbled against his lips, hoping that he wouldn’t leave just yet, not after overstepping the invisible line between them. 

“Of course,” Harry pecked her lips, following her into her bedroom, eyes finding the movie she had paused before answering the door. “Harry Potter? How fitting,” he chuckled, crawling under the covers, arms wrapped around her, chin placed on top of her head as he tugged (y/n) into his chest. 

The scent of his Tom Ford cologne filled her senses, she’d recognize the luxurious perfume everywhere by now. His fingers danced across the exposed skin of her side, her jumper had risen up just a bit, giving him enough room to glide his fingers over her skin. 

(Y/n) pressed herself further into his chest, she couldn’t truly process what had been happening just moments ago, could still feel his lips against hers, his taste heavy on her tongue. Harrys fingers moved underneath her sweater, her mind was focused on his touch, goosebumps rose on her skin, her thoughts were racing, hopefully he wouldn’t be able to hear her rapidly beating heart.

Just as the credits began to roll, Harry pulled her back in for another kiss, ignoring the buzzing of his phone, ignoring the messages, that kept on flooding in, he couldn’t concentrate on anything, besides (y/n). She crawled into his lap, fully sinking into the kiss, eyes closed at the sensations, no worries clouded her mind, nothing to make her lose her focus, just peace flooding through her veins. 

His green eyes pierced into her (y/e/c) ones, Harry knew, that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, if he’d kiss her once again, it felt too real, too good. “We don’t have to rush things, love.” The nickname made her shiver, tingles shooting up her spine, his husky voice echoed through the room, hands fumbling with the outlines of her shorts, shuddering at every opportunity he got to explore her skin any further. 

“Don’t want you to stop,” she admitted, voice so silent he had almost missed the words leaving her, (y/n) averted her eyes, focused on his necklace, tracing its shape. Harry tangled his hands in her hair, covers falling from her frame, lips moving in synch with his, expertly he flipped them around, shifting his weight onto one forearm as he hovered above her. “So sweet,” Harry kissed his way down her neck, his left hand moved up her sweater, teasing the fabric of her bra, pinching her clothed nipple. 

A moan fell from her lips, eyes fluttering close, only opening them as he pulled her sweater over her head, exposing her chest to his darkening eyes. “You’re so gorgeous,” he pressed a kiss to the valley between her boobs, slowly pulling her bra straps down, his rings felt cold against her skin, he sucked his lower lip in as he appreciated her naked skin. “Harry.” She breathed out his name, tugging on his locks, he attached his lips to her nipples, sucking and slightly biting on her skin, like he had wanted to do for ages. 

Before Harry made his way down further, he pulled his sweater and shirt over his head, clothes falling off her bed, (y/n)s eyes were ranking up and down his skin, admiring his tattoos, his muscles flexed with every move of his. She traced her fingers down his abs, his skin felt oh so soft underneath her fingertips, “are you sure?” Harrys eyes found hers, hands tugging on her shorts, smiling at the soft “yes” that spilled from her lips. 

The cold air brushed against her exposed skin, she was completely bare, fighting against the will to cover herself up, the adoring look in his eyes was enough to calm her down. “’S that alright?” Harry mumbled, fingers gliding through her wet folds, eyes not leaving hers, even as he dipped his head down, to suck on her clit, he was still holding eye contact. He found himself obsessing over the sight in front of him, she was glowing, chest heavily rising and falling, moans leaving her.

He felt his bulge throbbing against his trousers, desperate to feel her walls around him, aching for her touch. “Harry-” (y/n) panted, “-more.” She didn’t need to explain herself further, he unzipped his trousers, pushed them down his legs, boxers following shortly after. She reached for her bedside drawer, pulling out a condom, eyes falling down to his exposed length, visibly gulping. Her fingers were trembling, pushing the material down his member, coaxing a deep growl out of him. 

His eyes burned through her, waiting for her approval, a sigh left Harry as he parted her folds with his tip, slipping through them a few times, giving (y/n) enough time to overthink the situation, he didn’t want to pressure her into anything. “Stop the teasing Harry,” (y/n) wrapped her legs around his middle, she probably would have chuckled at sight of him smirking down on her, but the sound got stuck in her throat, turning into a high pitched moan. 

Slowly he stretched her walls around him, sinking into her heat, she was aching for him, walls burning as she tried to adjust to his length. Harry pressed a few kisses along her neck, up to her features where he found her lips, distracting her from the pain. “Move, please,” (y/n) begged, sighing in relief as Harry pulled out of her, thrusting into her heat over and over again. The burning sensation soon turned into something more, something deeper, lust was flooding through both of their veins, overtaking their senses. 

“You feel so good, so tight,” Harry blabbed, building up the speed of his thrusts, stretching her further with every motion. His skin slapped against hers, (y/n) scratched her nails down his spine, muscles flexing for her, pulling him down for another kiss, tongues fighting for victory. His name fell from her lips, she couldn’t find any other words, (y/n) was too far gone, sobbing as Harry started circling her clit with his thumb, he’d push her over the edge way too soon. 

Just as (y/n), Harry felt his own release approaching.“’M not gonna last long,” Harry warned her, groaning, she clenched her walls around him, sweat pooled on both of their foreheads, his hair stuck to his skin, eyes brighter than ever, making her drown in them. (Y/n) arched her back, mumbling his name one last time before she came around him, giving into the massive wave of emotions, sobbing some incoherent words. 

Harry couldn’t rip his eyes off her features, he rode her through her high, eyes fluttering close as he tumbled over the edge, releasing himself into the tight fabric, growling and groaning, hands fisting the bedsheet. He collapsed on top of her, face pressed into the crook of her neck, her hands traced his skin, moving up and down the back of his neck, heavily breathing. 

She kissed his forehead, eyes fluttering close, finally giving into the exhaustion.��

[maddestzoomer]

dirty blonde

request from anonymous - hi! can you write fem!billy with steve harrington? steve going to the pool just to see her and they hook up in the lockers. thank you!! (just billy is gender-bent, steve is still steve)

warnings - general smut, unprotected sex (if you're going to have sex, please do it safely for both you and your partners safety!), low-key public sex, slight angst, cursing

word count - 1.7k

a.n. - well this was fun to write haha

i usually don't write smutty stuff, so forgive me for how poorly written this is. plus, ive never written fem!billy before, so like- forgive me for that too lmao. i feel like my writing when it comes to smut is like- generally kinda shit, so if you have any tips or helpful critiques, please! share! them!

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The smell of cocoa butter and tropical sunscreen lingered in the air, mixed into a cocktail with the smell of chlorine. The pool wasn't too busy today, mostly thanks to the gloomy, rain-filled sky above.

A storm was coming, and Billie could feel it. Just by the electricity and humidity in the air- the way it stuck to her skin.

Perched on the lifeguard tower, she watched as that boy walked in. The one who's lips tasted of honey and who's skin smelled of pine.

Steve Harrington.

The simple sight of him was enough to make a smirk pull to her lips. Glancing to her watch, she saw it was time to switch with Heather. Thank God.

 She knew why he was here, why he sent a glance her way, even if he wouldn't admit to it.

Coming down from her chair, she watched him slip away into the locker room. Already, she could feel excitement building. Even though she didn't want to admit to it- didn't want to admit to the fact Steve Harrington had a hold on her in some way- there wasn't any denying it.

She past Heather, not even bothering to send the girl a glance. She was on a mission.

Walking into the lockers, she saw him. She closed the door behind her but didn't bother locking it. She liked the risk. The possibility.

"Woah there, Harrington, you're getting undressed already?" She greeted teasingly with that husky voice of hers, a smirk playing at her lips. He had already taken his shirt off, showing his simply gorgeous body.

Steve looked over at her, smiling. "I didn't think you'd come." He said- well, lied. He knew she'd show. She couldn't help herself. Already, he could feel his cock twitching to life.

"Oh, please." Billie said with a simple roll of her eyes. "That's such bullshit and you know it." She walked closer to him with that damn look in her eyes. The one that made her baby blues look so much darker- so much more intimidating. They were the eyes of a predator- perhaps a wolf. Something wild and dangerous. Something like Billie.

Steve pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched the dirty blonde walk towards him.

She was truly something to behold. Long tanned legs and a mane of unruly hair, pink lips pulled to a smirk. That fucking smirk. The smirk so many guys and girls had fallen for. She grabbed at the straps of her one-piece with her cherry-painted fingertips, tugging them down until they sat at her shoulders. Still, her chest had yet to be completely revealed.

Billie stopped before him, tilting her head to the side as she looked up to him. She was tall- at least 5'8- so she was close to his height. She liked it that way, too. She liked the eye contact she could make with him, strong and unbreaking.

"What is it, Steve?" She asked, reaching out and gently tugging at a strand of his hair, twirling it around a long finger. She moved closer to him, putting her face into his. His senses were almost overwhelmed with the smell of her coconut sunscreen, with the way he could feel her chest pressing against his. "Cat got your tongue?"

He licked his bottom lip, shaking his head. "This is dumb, Billie. We can't do it here," He softly murmured

"Can't do what?" She asked, glancing at his lips. "Can't have fun?" She smirked as she saw him bite the inside of his cheek. He was trying to control himself.

She pressed her lips to his, pushing her hand deeper into his hair until she had a solid handful. Her lips were just as soft and sweet as he'd remembered. That simple action was enough to make him grow harder, to make a soft and quick moan escape his lips.

Steve pulled away, looking down at her with searching brown eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"You're hilarious, Cave Boy." She responded, which was her odd way of saying yes.

She kissed him again, this time with more passion. With more need. She bit down on his bottom lip as he put his hand to her hips, pulling her closer.

Steve took this as his chance to push her up against the locker, a soft gasp cutting into their kiss as her back pressed against the cold metal. He knew they couldn't take too long, given the risk of someone walking in and the fact Billie would be expected to be back outside at some point.

"Fuck, Steve-" She breathed, lips already growing reddened. Steve could only manage to smirk softly, tugging her suit down until her breasts were exposed. He immediately put a hand to one, rubbing her nipple between two fingers.

His other hand trailed down her leg, were goosebumps were already being made. He put a hand between her thighs, causing her hand to tighten in his hair.

He began kissing her jaw, gentle and soft. Pulling her swimsuit to the side, he rubbed her clit, causing her to toss her head back until it pressed against the locker. She pulled her lip between her teeth, skin feeling simply electric

Her other hand went to his shoulder, steadying herself. Her nails lightly dug into his skin, earning a groan from against her neck, then a gentle, teasing nip

Billie could feel his cock pressing against her leg, which only made her clit feel somehow more sensitive. Her blood pounded in her ear, her heart wildly thudding against her ribcage.

He pulled his hand away, using it to pull his pants down.

"You ready?" He softly breathed against her ear, causing her to smirk slightly.

"Fuck yeah," She purred in response, hand raking deeper in his hair. She's in absolute bliss. Although she wouldn't admit it- especially not to Steve. She truly did like him, but she also liked him thinking she only tolerated him.

Steve smiled as he hiked her up some against the locker, causing her long legs to wrap themselves around his waist to prevent from falling. She could feel him aligning himself with her entrance, which earned a quick moan, hiss, and whine to fall from her lips all at once. She could feel how hard he was, especially as he gently pressed into her

A moan strangled itself in Steve's throat, causing a smirk to pull to Billie's lips. She loved hearing his reactions- what she could cause him to do or sound like.

She further sunk down onto his cock, making Billie's back arch and her hips buck sharply into his. Her chest was closer to his face now, allowing for him to nip and suck at the tender skin. Surely, there would be marks left on both of them when they were finished.

There was a hunger in them both, one that made for his hips to move faster, deeper, more desperately. She looked up to the ceiling, brows knitting together as she tried her damn best not to yell out. Already, she could feel something stirring deep inside- gears beginning to turn.

His breath was hot and sweet against her skin, making for her to simply feel more. Alertness. Clarity. And fuck, he had to admit. Feeling her around him was absolutely incredible. Awakening, even.

When Billie was with Steve, whether fucking or kissing or simply staring each other down- the world felt different. Like it was stuttering on its axis. Something simply powerful.

"Fuck-," Billie spoke, voice throaty and hot.

Steve reached his hand down between them, gently rubbing her clit in circles which earned him her hand tightening in his hair, a pleasure-filled moan breaking from between her lips. Steve, like Billie, adored reactions. Throaty moans and reddened cheeks made sex simply more.

"Do you like that?" Steve asked against her skin, causing her to smile. Not slyly smirk- but to smile. Genuinely, too.

"Yes," She choked out quickly, far faster than she'd intended.

Already, Steve felt a bundle of energy building in his lower abdomen- one that twisted and turned sharply, becoming more powerful with each thrust.  

A few more deep thrusts later, he saw bright green and yellow as his eyes flickered shut, that bundle of energy in his stomach now being released all throughout his body, causing him to roughly buck his hips even deeper.

His deep thrusts combined with her clit being stimulated resulted in a fucking supernova for Billie. A loud gasp for air, moaning Steve's name, plus feeling an absolute hurricane of gratification resulted in Billie digging her nails into Steve's shoulder (Not that he'd mind. A little pain made the pleasure even more powerful.)

When their orgasm was finished, Billie allowed Steve to gently set her down on slightly shaking legs, muscles tense and cheeks bright red. Her chest rose and fell dramatically as she panted for air.

Steve's still twitching cock slipped from inside her, causing the very smallest of smirks already playing at her lips. She looked up to him, eyes lovely and sweet. Having sex with Steve was always a fun experience.

"You okay?" Steve softly asked, his voice somehow throatier than before.

Billie was taken a bit off guard by the question. Concern expressed after sex from her partner wasn't exactly something she was used to... but she would be lying to herself if she didn't admit she liked it.

"You amaze me, Cave Boy."

[writtingsofspn]

Excellent Bedside Manner

Request: Doctor!Dean x hurt reader. Dean is an er doctor and he takes care of her and it’s really fluffy

Warnings: Car crash, probably swearing as usual

A/N: I had fun writing this so please let me know what you think!

You’d of course heard of this happening to other people, seen enough of the commercials warning about the dangers, but you never thought it would happen to you.

It was dark, much later than you were used to driving, and you were tired. He came out of nowhere, no headlights, heading right at you, on a one-way highway.

There wasn’t anywhere to go, you tried to swerve but the drunk driver must have had the same idea. You collided head on, all you can remember is a deafening crunch as plastic, metal, and glass all shattered at once, then silence.

You felt rather cold, unable to feel a thing, hearing nothing but a heartbeat in your head much too fast to be your own. There were men surrounding you suddenly, you weren’t sure when they got there, you could see their lips moving, asking you questions, but you didn’t hear a word they said.

“I’m fine” You mumbled, your hands making their way to your seatbelt as you tried to get it off.

Faintly you could hear them yelling at you to stop moving but it sounded too muffled to make out on your ears. You could feel your eyes growing heavy as you fought with your seatbelt, totally missing the sight of firefighters ripping a hole in the side of your car to get to you.

You were lifted out of the car, fading out of consciousness as you were put into an ambulance and rushed to the hospital.

-

You woke in a bed surrounded by a light blue curtain hanging from the celling. The room behind the curtain was quite loud.

You tried to bring a hand up to your head to calm the thumping in it only to feel and unexpected resistance. You looked down to see a clear plastic tube running into the inside of your elbow.

The curtain was pulled back sudden to reveal a rather handsome doctor holding a chart looking quite surprised. “I see you’re already awake”

“What’s going on?” You asked, your voice coming out hoarse and dry.

“You were in a car accident” The man explained, writing something in your chart before closing it and putting his hand in his pocket, giving you an apologetic look “I’m Dr. Winchester”

You vaguely remembered something like that, tires squealing, loud crunching. “Is the other driver ok?”

You could see the doctor clench his jaw at the question, forcing his eyes back to your chart despite having just closed it. “He’s fine”

“Good” You nodded before trying to push yourself up into more of sitting position, wincing heavily as you did so.

“Oh please, let me” your doctor jumped in, coming to your side and helping you sit up, making a point to fluff your pillows while he helped you.

You couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled as he leaned over you, your skin tingling beneath his touch. He stepped back a bit, looking into your eyes as he asked if the position was ok and instead of answering you found yourself entranced by his gorgeous green eyes. “Uh…yeah”

Your doctor chuckled as he went back to the foot of your bed. “Alright I just have a few questions to fill in the blanks of your medical history”

You nodded, letting him know you were ready.

“Alright what’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N” You answered.

“Beautiful name” He said it so quietly you could’ve sworn you imagined it and given your current state you wouldn’t put it past you. “any allergies?”

“None” You shook your head.

“Alright that should do it for now then” He said closing your chart. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a bus” You answered making the doctor smile.

“A car but close”

You chuckled at this, your ribs crying in protest, but you had to admit it felt good to laugh in this situation.

“Well the button to your right administers more morphine” Your doctor explained, pointing at a little remote.

“Now we’re talking” You joked, giving the button a press and almost immediately feeling some of the edge taken off.

Your doctor grinned at you making you smile back, his smile remarkably infectious “There are some cops standing behind the curtain here. Are you feeling up to answering a few more questions”

“Yeah that’s fine” You assured him “thanks doctor”

-

Being in the hospital was remarkably boring. Dr. Winchester had offered to call your family for you but you told him not to, no sense worrying them you were fine afterall. Your phone had been busted in the crash so you were left with absolutely nothing to do. Resultingly, you took a lot of naps.

You were in the middle of one of these when a certain doctor pulled back the curtain quickly once again to let himself in “How’s my favorite-“

He stoped as soon as he saw you jump in surprise, rubbing your eyes as you tried to get them to focus quickly.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know you were napping” He started apologizing profusely making you giggle.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take any distraction.”

“Bored already huh?” He asked, setting your chart on the end of your bed and leaning his hands on the end railing.

“I mean no people, no phone, no anything, can you blame me?”

“What if I could get you a book or something? Would you be interested?”

Immediately a grin erupted across your face “That would be perfect”

“Alright I’ll see what I can do” He chuckled, a similar grin making its way across his face as he spoke. “On another note I think you’ll only need to be here another day or two”

“sweet” You exclaimed, more than ready to go back home.

Your doctor grabbed his chest “wow that hurts Y/N”

“Oh you know that’s not what I meant” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

“So eager to get away from me” He continued as he opened up your chart and wrote something down before reaching back up to the curtain “and after I offered to steal a book for you”

“Hey I never said anything about stealing” You called after him as he left your little area, shutting the curtain behind him. “Please don’t steal anything!”

-

“So you eat hospital food everyday?” You asked Dr. Winchester as you took a bite of your own sandwich. Over the past few days he had been spending his lunch break with you, dragging in a chair and bringing your food to you instead of a nurse.

“Pretty much” He shrugged.

“You poor poor man”

The doctor laughed but didn’t disagree as he took a bite out of an apple before changing the subject “Alright so you know what I do for a living so now it’s your turn”

“What a weird way to ask what I work as” You laughed causing him to smile and shrug “I’m a mechanical engineer at a car manufacturer”

“That’s awesome” He exclaimed “I’ve always kind of had a thing for cars. I drive a ’67 Chevy impala currently”

“Nice” You approved, taking a bit to study his face before looking away “You do look like a car guy”

“What does that mean?” He asked “Should I be insulted?”

“No” You laughed “its just something about you”

“Alright I’ll take it as a compliment then”

“You do that”

The two of you shared a soft chuckle before a comfortable silence fell over you, neither of you feeling as though you had to fill it, simply enjoying each other’s company.

All of a sudden you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen making you jump slightly and grab at the area which soon proved to be a mistake.

Dr. Winchester was on his feet in an instant, his lunch tray dropping to the ground forgotten “What’s wrong?”

“There’s this…sharp pain” You grunted out as you grabbed your bedsheets, gripping them with white knuckles as you gritted your teeth trying to keep yourself from screaming out.

“Let me see” He gently pushed you back into a laying position, pushing away the table with your lunch tray on top as he lifted your shirt.

A large purple bruise covered most of your abdomen, Dr. Winchester swearing under his breath and yelling for a nurse as soon as he saw it.

“What is it?” You cried, desperately trying to push down your fear as half a dozen people rushed in your direction.

“You seem to have some internal bleeding” The doctor tried to put on his best calm voice for you but it didn’t do much. “We need to go to surgery”

“surgery” You repeated, not fully grasping the situation at the moment.

“Let’s move it people” He yelled at the team as they started to push your bed off down the hallway.

“Am I going to be alright?”

Dr. Winchester looked at you directly in your eyes, grabbing your hand and squeezing it as you were rushed across the hospital “I’m going to be right by your side the entire time”

“That doesn’t answer my question” You cried out, panicking more

“We have the best surgeon in the country right here” He assured you, not taking his eyes off you for a second “You’re not dying on my watch”

You hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded, fully believing he wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to you and allowed them to put the plastic mask over your face, administering antithetic brining you into a dreamless sleep.

-

You woke up in a room of your own for a change. The blinds open just enough to show you it was pitch black outside.

Even though you had just been unconscious for god knows how long you felt extremely tired, struggling to keep your eyes open as they landed on a figure asleep in the chair across the room.

“Dr. Winchester?” You called out, your voice rather gravely.

The man immediately sat up taller with a deep inhale, his hands going to his eyes rubbing at them tiredly “You’re awake”

“What are you doing here?” You asked “You’re not in your scrubs”

“I promised to stay by your side”

You nodded silently, suddenly feeling the crushing weight of loneliness as you realized he was the only one at your side at the moment. You almost died and you didn’t even tell your parents you were in the hospital. You were all alone here, the only person to comfort you being your doctor.

“Would it be inappropriate to ask you to hold me” your voice was small as you asked the question, deathly afraid of the answer.

“Probably” He shrugged “but I won’t tell if you don’t”

You shuffled to one side of the bed as he made his way across the room, hopping in next to you with no hesitation. Without a second though you rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around you, both of you sitting in silence for a moment, almost afraid to break it.

“thank you for being here for me” You all but whispered, slightly bunching up his shirt in your fist as you held on to him, desperately needing something stable at the moment.

“Don’t mention it” He brushed it off, squeezing you carefully knowing you’d be sensitive given the circumstances.

“No really” You objected “you didn’t have to-“

“but I wanted to” He interrupted, effectively assuring you you weren’t being a bother to him.

“If a nurse were to walk in right now would you get in trouble for doing this?”

With his other hand Dr. Winchester brushed your hair softly for a bit before resting his head back on the pillow with a small content sigh “don’t worry about it” He tried to assure you with a soft, calm voice “just go back to sleep”

A big part of you felt bad for putting him into this situation, as far as you knew this could very well get him fired. But an even bigger part of you wasn’t ready to give up the comfort of just being in his arms. So you didn’t press the issue any further, instead you slowly let go of his shirt and let your hand just rest on his chest, rubbing soft circles in it until you drifted off asleep.

-

You awoke in bed by yourself but that didn’t surprise you. Dr. Winchester stopped by later to apologize for that but you assured him it was ok, jokingly praising him for his excellent bedside manner earning you a soft blush on his cheeks that put butterflies in your stomach.

Unfortunately you didn’t see much of him after that. Of course you had lunch together everyday and he stopped by once or twice on top of that to make sure you were feeling ok but other than that nothing. Which you understood, he had other patients and given that he worked in the ER you assumed they had much more pressing issues than you did.

Good news arrived just three days after your surgery, a nurse showed up with release papers telling you you could finally go home. And though you knew you were going to miss seeing Dr. Winchester you had to admit you were eager to go back home.

Dr. Winchester walked in on you while you were packing up what little things you had at the hospital, his furrowed brow telling you he wasn’t aware of your status.

“I was discharge this morning” You explained, watching his smile faulter slightly at your words “I get to go home”

“That’s great” He responded almost hollowly, sticking his hands into the pockets of his coat.

“I really want to thank you for all you did for me Dr. Winchester” You started, stopped as he chuckled and held up his hand.

“Please call me Dean” He grinned “and it was my pleasure”

You couldn’t help but blush slightly at his words, turning around and picking up your bag “Well…I guess this is goodbye”

“Any chance I can steal you away tomorrow for our usual lunch date?” He asked it so casually it didn’t immediately register that he was asking you out.

“Oh so all of those lunches have been dates” You teased earning a grin from him.

“Well the food wasn’t great I like to think the company made up for it”

“It did” You assured him “And I’d like that…as long as we don’t have hospital food”

“I think that can be arranged” He chuckled, bidding you a farewell as you left the room, a grin on both of your faces at the prospect of what was to come.

[cherokeegal1975]

Unexpected Cargo, Ch. 2

Refuge       Little Girl landed tiredly next to him on the steep sandy grade a few yards away from the cave entrance.  Goldie leapt off of her withers and onto Johnny's back as he lay prone with his forehead pressed against his left forearm, trying not to vomit as the cramp subsided.       "Get up!" Goldie squeaked urgently in his ear as Little Girl pushed him with her wet muzzle, dampened with tears of fear and worry, soaking the cloth of his robes as she started to cry again.  "They are too far away to see us, but I can still hear their noisy engines coming our way."       Johnny shifted and Goldie jumped off his back.  He tried to breathe as slowly and deeply as he could.  He had already retched up everything in his stomach several miles back.  The next time, a couple of miles later, he only got the dry heaves.  As his queasy stomach began to settle, he made it to his hands and knees when he felt a warm and sensual ball of electric heat formed in his lower abdomen.  It spread rapidly in a matter of seconds to every part of his being, causing him to shudder uncontrollably while it held him in its thrall.  Just as abruptly the sensation had come, it vanished and he felt better.  No upset stomach and no bad cramps.       The whole experience lasted only a moment and Johnny was finally able to stagger to his feet unassisted.  Somehow he knew the sudden attacks were over and that he would be fine now. Little Girl shape shifted back into her human child form so she could fit more easily through the cave's opening and swung the satchel over one bare slender shoulder.  As it was often her custom, she went nude (since clothes could not change with her), finding clothes unnatural, impractical and confining.  Generally, the only time she put on clothes was when they went to town, which Johnny insisted on for her own safety.       Goldie went into the cave ahead of them, eager to be inside before the sandstorm she knew was coming in about an hour's time.  It was another survival adaptation that made desert rats such useful companions to those who had them.  Johnny entered the cave himself behind Little Girl's slight frame.  He had to duck and squeeze through the crack in the rock, snagging his robes and his loose pants before he could make it through.       Once inside, the passage opened up immediately to a spacious room with a small crack in the ceiling that let in daylight and could serve as a smoke hole should anyone need to build a fire.       He paused only a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dimness of the cave, then walked straight back to where Little Girl and Goldie crouched at the edge of a small spring in the stone floor.  With a sigh of relief, he knelt between them, pulled back his sleeves and reached out with his hands to the gently rippling surface of the life sustaining water.       He glimpsed his dim wavering reflection in the pool before he cupped his hands to fill them with water and drank, reliving his parched throat.  He resisted the urge to gulp it down as a precaution against upsetting his stomach again.  The stubble on his face was prickling his hands as he drank and he thought he needed a shave.  He hadn't managed one since the day before yesterday.       Johnny was dusky skinned with fine and sharp angles in his features, high cheekbones, fine black brows, high arched nose, big liquid black eyes with long black eyelashes and full masculine lips.  He was handsome, even charming when he tried.  His hair was covered with head dress made of a reddish brown cloth that was held in place with a woven black head band.  Under it his shining black hair was long enough to fall all the way to his feet.  He kept it bound in a tight bun at the base of his skull most of the time to keep it out of the way.  It was considered to be a sign of strength and masculinity for a man to never cut his hair, a tradition he had adopted soon after joining his tribe as a boy.       His body was long, lean and hard muscled.  His long fingered hands were strong and callused from years of rough work.  He could never get fat, what he didn't work off, the desert sun seemed to sear away.       Little Girl in her human form was similarly lean and hard muscled.  Her skin was golden brown and her nearly waist length wavy and curly auburn hair glistened with golden highlights.  Her eyes were large with chocolate brown irises, fine brows, full pinkish lips and the general cast of her facial features was rounded, angelically perfect and amazingly gorgeous.       In her dragon form she was also quite beautiful.  Elongated triangular head with powerful jaws, almost raptor beak shaped lips and dog like teeth with the upper canine elongated just enough for the tips to protrude slightly.  Powerfully muscled all over, with a horse like neck, lizard ears, large cat eyes the color of topaz with hints of light emerald green in the centers.  Each eye was protected by a single thick and smooth bony brow ridge.  Her hard scales, smooth as a serpent's, were a deep goldenrod color that blended well with the hues of the desert.  Most dragons have snake-scoot like armor plates that run from just under their chin all the way down to just past the base of their tails.  However, Little Girl's kind didn't have that particular feature; she was just smooth scales all over.       An unusual feature of her species is that the females have a marsupial like pouch to carry their eggs and young.  Her powerful hind limbs were slightly longer than her forelimbs, the better to jump into the sky.  Another feature unique to her species was the reddish brown feathered eagle wings and soft fur like feather mane that ran all the way from the top of her head to her withers that stood straight up.  Along the top of her tail she had a similar strip of feathers from the base to its tip.  Both were the same color as her hair in human form, only in her true form, the golden highlights were iridescent metallic gold colored patterns.       Little Girl's feet closely resembled monkey paws with sharp curved dark brown claws with rough scales on the bottoms that gave her better grip for climbing.  Her forepaws were every bit as nimble as a human's hands.  Her head, wings and feet looked slightly too big for her.  Her head was just a bit more rounded and softer in appearance than the adult dragon's.  As she aged to maturity her features would harden into a fiercer countenance and her body parts would look less ill proportioned.       And Goldie?  Well, she just looked like a big healthy and slightly plump rat the size of a small domestic cat.  Her shining fur was her most unusual feature, even for her kind.  It was a golden, streaked here and there with copper and bronze without being metallic in hue.  The bare skin on her tail, slightly enlarged ears, feet and nose were brownish with pink undertones.  She had another unusual feature for a rat, her forepaws were actually hands.  She was quite lovely in her own way.       Her black beady eyes, the way she moved and interacted with her environment, belied her high intelligence.  Desert rats were magical creatures with talents for food and water detection, weather sense, teleportation and human speech, though not all bothered to learn to speak a human language of any kind, preferring their own rat language.  The exception to this was the companion rats living with some of the nomadic tribes of the deep Red Sands Desert.  Constant close contact with humans, who treated them with kindness, respect and spoiled them rotten made them want to be more helpful and communicative with their human friends.       They were tough and well adapted to their desert environment.  They could go for days without water just by getting moisture from the plants and animals they ate.  They were amazingly good swimmers and had a special magic that prevented them from drowning.  They could remain immersed in water for days by using their magic to form an air bubble over their noses and mouths that constantly replenished itself from the oxygen in the water.  This saved them from drowning in the lowlands when it sometimes flooded during the rainy season, as they could accidently be swept away in the torrential waters that nearly always originated in the distant mountains to the east.  This magical talent also enabled them to hunt for small aquatic cave creatures like blind fish, small cave shrimp and salamanders.       Another odd trait of her kind was their extreme longevity.  Normal mundane rats averaged about two years in their life span, desert rats could live eighty or more years.  They were not as prolific since they didn't need to be.  They mated as often as they wished any time of the year, but females only became fertile once every three years.  When they did have litters, they often did it in a big way, having as many as fifteen pups at a time.       The odd family trio took their time drinking from the spring until they finally got their fill.       "Ahhh," Johnny sighed after dabbing his hands and mouth dry on his sleeves.  He sat back on his heels as his two family members finished drinking.       They were all exhausted and in need of food and rest.  Johnny wondered what was in the satchel Little Girl had been carrying for so long through the sky.  He hoped she had at least managed to steal some food from the camp because he hadn't eaten since yesterday morning.  He was pleased to note that his current gastric discomfort was mere hunger and not the bad cramps and nausea head been enduring the past week.  He was feeling better and better by the moment in spite of being so tired.       "What's in the bag?" Johnny asked Little Girl as she too sat back on her heels, facing him as she did so.       She wrapped her small arms around her legs and leaned her chin onto her knees.  She looked up at him with those big liquid eyes and answered with a regretful sigh, "Not much.  Just the royal seal in its box, a few ration bars and some tubers I managed to dig up a few miles back.  I was looking for the charmed mirror grandmother gave you,  but I think I found it smashed with the other things the guards broke.  One of the men almost saw me and Goldie wanted me to hurry up.  So I hid and started singing so she could help you."       Johnny smiled at Little Girl's thoughtfulness and practicality.  "You and Goldie did alright, baby girl.  Though I would not have been upset if you left the royal seal behind.  Just this once I wouldn't have minded not being able to fulfill my contract with Princess Elena.  That seal is more trouble than it's worth."       "You're not mad?" Little Girl said as she stared at him with wide eyes.  She looked surprised and half pleading for him not to be angry with her.       "No, not this time," Johnny said affectionately as he reached out and tucked a loose strand of her silken hair behind her right ear.  Then he waved an admonishing finger at both of them and added with a gentle smile, "Just don't make disobeying me a habit.  I would rather you two stayed safe."       "It was my idea to come back after dark," Goldie said stubbornly.  "If she hadn't come with me I would have done what I could alone."       Johnny smiled and stroked Goldie's head with love and gratitude.  "Thanks both of you, I don't know when I could have escaped if you had not come back for me."       Johnny stood and retrieved the dark brown satchel and passed out the sweet potato like tubers the purple berry thorn bushes grew and the three ration bars between them.  As they ate, Johnny tried to think of what to do next through the increasing sleepiness that was slowly dragging him down.  After a few moments he could think of nothing else but to go back home to his family.  He'd been putting it off, fearing the royal guards would follow him even there, but now he saw no better option.       Johnny could hear the increasingly strong wind howling outside through the cave entrance and the small crack in the ceiling.  He looked up and saw the flying sand that was rapidly dimming what little of the morning light that managed to filter its way through the crack.  Good, their pursuers won't be able to hunt them in this weather.       "Goldie, I need to get a message to Mom," Johnny asked, as his rat nibbled on a piece of ration bar.  He didn't have much hope that Goldie would make it to his mother's tent just now.  Storms could interfere with certain spells, especially when a big electrical charge was built up in the atmosphere.  Teleportation was just one of those spells that were affected negatively by fouled weather.       Goldie regarded him thoughtfully over her piece of ration bar with her beady black eyes.  Then she tilted her head back and stood up on her hind legs, looking up and through the crack in the ceiling.   Long whiskers twitching, she tested the air with all her senses, detecting things only she could with her magic.         Then she dropped back down to her heels and looked at him.  "Can't do it.  I promise to go when the storm passes.  It will blow itself out in a few hours.  What is your message?"       "I need you to bring us home.  My sand ship has been captured and vandalized by Prince Richard's guards and they are still hunting us.  We are hiding in the Crack in the Rock Spring Cave."  Johnny paused to think of anything else to tell his mother.  Then he thought better of it, best to keep the message short and tell her everything when she found them.  "That should do for now."       "I can remember that," Goldie nodded and then resumed nibbling on her bit of ration bar.       They tried to make themselves comfortable as possible on the cool and uneven cave floor to get some sleep and wait out the storm.  Little Girl stretched out next to him in her full dragon form, hugging him and flipping a huge wing over him like a blanket.  Goldie snuggled under Little Girl's wing and made herself comfortable on Johnny's belly.       Little Girl and Goldie were soon fast asleep, but in spite of his exhaustion he found it difficult to fall asleep himself.  His mind refused to stop working.  How has his life turned out so right and so wrong at the same time? 

(This book can be bought on Amazon either as a paper back book or as a Kindle.  Just type in Unexpected Cargo by Meriah Smith and it will pop right up.)

[spamanosecretsanta]

Spamono secret Santa for yami

This is my gift to @xherzasx / yami I hope you like it

from @pancakes1173

December 15, ah what a time to be alive, the streets are packed and stores are hell to get through, what with all the Christmas and holiday shoppers, yes a time indeed. Lovino was currently getting ready to leave the police department, where he worked, after all he had a hot date tonight, he knew with all the traffic he would have to leave early. Unfortunately fate had other plans “lovi where are you going?” Roma, his grandfather/police chief asked “I have a date tonight so if you would excuse me” “you have a date! With who, why didn’t you tell me. You guys grown up so fast!” He cooed as he tried to engulf the Italian in a hug, which Lovino couldn’t avoid this time “I’m 23 nono, the tomatoe bastards names Antonio, he just got out of the hospital so we’re going to celebrate” he said as the corners of his mouth began to twitch upwards a bit, barely noticeable to most but Roma knew his grandson was happy. “Hospital? What happened?” “Well it’s a long story” lovino said as he finally managed to wiggle his way out of his Nono’s embrace “how did you two meet?” The old Roman asked as he pulled out a chair “well I stil have time I might as well tell you

*flashback~~~

December 10, It was a normal night in the city, dark and cold but at the same time filled to the brim with life and city light. Antonio ended up being called in late to the office that night, something he hated doing because it meant more time away from his actual writing. Typically for nights like this he would just make his publisher wait until the morning but apparently it was an “emergency”, ‘yah because a misspelling couldn’t have waited till tomorrow’ he thought to him self, he ended up typing a page in Spanish rather than English by accident.

“Ahh, please don’t hurt me” he heard someone scream. He rushed over to the ally were it was coming from and saw a woman holding her child behind her as a man demanded her money at knife point. Antonio didn’t even waste a second and jumped into action, knocking the knife out of the guys hand.

“run! Go to the police!” He told the woman, she ran off still sobbing, mumbling 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 you’s through the sobs and holding her balling child close. While tony was doing this he didn’t see the guy get back up, he didn’t see him grab the knife that was carelessly tossed to the side but most importantly… he didn’t see the knife coming straight for him, until it was too late.

He looked down at the knife now adorning his abdomen and could only watch as a fresh red substance oozed out of the wound. He stumbled back and hit the wall causing him to winced as he slid to the ground. He could feel himself getting light headed and starting to see spots as blood gushed out of the wound. ‘So this is how I die huh?’ He thought to himself grimly. It had probably been about five minutes now he was starting to lose conciseness, the attacker had fled the seen long ago.

Suddenly he heard shouting“your sure it was this way Miss” a mans voice questioned “y-yes I’m sure”

he heard the foot steps getting closer and closer then a gasp. Every thing was going dark now but in his last few moments of conciseness, he could have sworn he saw an angel above him, hazel green eyes, beautiful brown hair and the most adorable, angelic features he’d ever seen on a face, and that was it, the world turned black

Antonio pov

I woke up in a hospital bed IVs stuck in my arms monitoring my heart and stuff. I then feel a sharp pain as I try to shift a bit, “ow” I yelped as I looked down to my abdomen…. wait didn’t I get stabbed, I thought with a slight frown. I heard the door open and the sound of papers shuffling around

“oh! Mr. Carriedo your awake” the person I assumed to be the doctor said with an Italian accent “what happened” I say, still a bit groggy on the whole event

“you were stabbed in the abdomen while trying to stop a mugging, the lady you saved came back with an officer, who luckily, had first response training and was able to save you. You came pretty close to deaths door though, you lost about 2 pints of blood but the knife didn’t go in deep enough to do to any damage to any vital organs” he said with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood a bit

“dios mío, I thought I was dead for sure, I could have sworn I saw an angle” I say as the doctor walk over to me and fiddled with the machines off to my side “did they catch the criminal?” I inquired as I looked over to him

“oh yes Lovino, took the guy down after he tried another mugging, he’s in jail now” he said as he turned to fully face me

“lovino?” I look at him curiously “oh yeah, sorry, he’s my brother and the officer that saved you” he said as he wrote something down on his clipboard. Lovino, huh? The name of the angel that saved me “um I wouldn’t suppose you would mind introducing me to him so I can thank him would you?” I asked with a slight plea in my voice

“huh, oh sure, I’m sure fratello wouldn’t mind, by the way my names Feliciano Vargas if you need me just ask one if the nurse’s” He chirped as he walked over to the door “he gets off around 5 so I’ll ask if he’ll come see you then” and with that the small copper haired Italian was gone, I looked to the clock ‘3pm huh? Must have been out for a day or two then.

Lovino pov (Warning lots of cursing, this is Lovino) It’s been two days, two fucking days and I still can’t get that beautiful bastard out of my mind. Maybe I should go visit him today see how he’s doing. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the time

“damn, only 3, I still have to deal with these assholes for another 2 hours” I mumbled to my self, I then heard a loud obnoxious sound I had come to know as Alfred “hey Lovino, bro would ya mind taking over my patrol shift, I got this date with a super hot chick” the hamburger bastard shrieked as he burst through my office door

“why the hell would I do that!” I yelled back folding my arms over my chest “come on man, help a dude out, you still have another two hours till ya get of” he pleaded like the worm he is.

“ugh, fine, but only because it beats doing paperwork, also your taking my shift next time” I said as I got out of my seat. About an hour later I get a call over the radio “calling all nearby dispatcher, we have an agressive, possibly armed man, at Madison hospital on 12th street” wait that’s where Feliciano works!

“Oh shit!” I said as I put the pedal to the metal and speed down the street to the hospital, which was luckily only a block away. I burst through the hospital doors, I see Feliciano scurrying down the hall way “fratello!!!” He screeched as he ran towards me, engulfing me in an unwanted hug

“let go feli! Where’s the guy?” I said as I pushed my fratelino of off me “he’s up on the 3rd floor by the recovery rooms” he cried as he pointed in the direction of the elevator. I rush to it and hit the 3rd floor button, after the door opened I pulled my taser out of its holster, just in case, and head down the hallway. I hear muffled shouting and come to the conclusion that it was coming from a few rooms down and decided to check it out. I peak through the small glass window to the room and a man, around 5’9 mid 40s, Black hair, receding hairline and holding a pistol that looked to be 40 caliber, yep matches the description.

Seamed like he was trying to hold the rooms patient hostage but was kinda failing. Anyways, he started get more agressive with said patient, at this point I had burst through the door and tackled the guy to the ground “police. You are under arrest for assault and battery, breaking and entering, trespassing and possession of an illegal firearm, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law” I yelled as I cuffed his hands behind his back

“hey potato bastard I’m going to need you to come pick up this bastard” I said into my radio intercom thing “ok I’m on my vay” the potatoes German accent spoke through the radio.

A few minutes later the potato bastard hauled the guys ass off to jail, I was out in the first floor hall talking with Feliciano “hey did that guy hurt any patients up there?” Oh shit I forgot to check on that guy. I run over to the elevator but to my luck it was in the 8th fucking floor and wasn’t coming down fast enough, I run over the the stairwell and begin the decent up to the third floor. Man I need to do more cardio’ I though as I finally reached the 3rd floor, a bit breathless, and ran over to the room. I burst through the door again, panting a bit this time and there he was… the bastard who’s been occupying my thoughts for the past 2 fucking days.

Antonio pov

It’s him, the angel that saved me, twice now! I stared at him for a good minute until he broke our silence with an angelic voice “Hey are you ok!?” He said having just recovered his breath, I could only nod, I was all to star struck to do anything else

“are you sure you look a bit off” he questioned as he raised an eyebrow, again I just nod “are you mute or something?” He asked as he leaned on the doorway “oh, um no.. it’s just, your…”

“I’m what” he stepped away from the door and walked towards me, and let me just say dios mio the way those hips swing when he walks! I could die happy right now! “Your the gorgeous angle that saved me. Twice now actually!” when I said this he turned 20 shades of red within .05 seconds

“w-want are you talking about bastardo” he mumbled as he attempted to cover the blush spread across his cheeks “your the officer that saved me a few nights ago, I wanted to say thank you for then and just now” I said with a bright smile

“oh yeah, what’s your name?” He asked as he recovered from his flaming cheeks “oh it Antonio, lovi”

“wait how do you know my name?” He exclaimed suspiciously as he stared st me doubtfully “oh well, the doctor told me your name, I think his name was Feliciano” he face palmed and groaned

“of course” he mumbled as he sat down on the cushioned chair next to the bed “so Antonio, mind if I ask you what the hell you were doing out so late at night, the other night” he beseeched as he crossed a leg over the other and rested his elbow, supporting his head, on

“oh well I’m a writer and I might have accidentally typed an entire page in Spanish by mistake, so my éditer called me in, i was just leaving when I heard that woman scream and I just couldn’t leave a nice séniorita like her in trouble like that, to be robbed in an alley like that!” I professed as i emphasized my word with vivid hand gestures

“oh I see, so your a writer what do you write” he said, seemingly intrigued by the topic “well I write stories of passion, of love and life, stories like that”

“So you’re a romance novelist?” He asked “si!” We talked for about a hour after that about our jobs and interests, until the nurse came by and said that visiting hours where over. “Hey, um lovino do you think you could come visit me again tomorrow?” I requested, “sure, it beats doing paper work for that old man” he said nonchalantly as he walked through the door “addio pomodore bastardo (goodbye tomato bastard)” he said from down the hallway.

I sigh and relax into the bed “adiós lovino” I whisper to myself softly. The next day he came around 3ish, we must have talked for hour because once again, the nurse came by to say visiting hours where over.

“Hey lovino, before you leave could I ask you something?” I asked as he stood from his chair to leave, “aren’t you already. Make it quick, the nurse will get pissed if I’m not out of here in the next five minutes” he said as he pointed his thumb out the door

“yeah, sure. But lovino do you think maybe you would want to …um go get some dinner or something when I get released tomorrow afternoon” I asked somewhat shyly, I’m a romance novelist, dios mio you would think I would be better at this. He blushed softly but soon recovered

“I’ll meet you at Marcos restaurant on 5th street, 5 o’clock,” he countered with a smirk, as he walked towards the door, he turned “don’t be late” he added with a wink as he sashayed out the room.

End flashback~~~

And that brings us to now 4 o’clock, December 15 “oh shit” lovino said as he caught sight of the time “what?!” Roma asked worriedly “the dinners at five, it’ll take fucking 15 minuets to get home another 15 to get ready and 45 to get to the restaurant, I’ve got to run!” He responded as he ran out of the room and down the stairs to the first floor, he ran the whole way home which cut off about 5 minuets.

He ran to unlock his apartment door but ended up dropping the keys “fuck” he yelled. Feliciano, who was inside the apartment opened the door at the sound of his brother “fratello what are you doing” he asked “Feli, oh 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 god, no time to explain I have a date I need to be at in 48 minuets and I have 2 to get ready” he said as he pushed past his younger brother.

The green eyed Italian raced to his room and pulled out a nice purple button up shirt and black jeans, he through on the ensemble and scurried to the bathroom to comb his hair and put on a spray of cologne. Just like he came he went like the flash and raced to his motorcycles and speed down the road ‘40 minuets to go’ he thought as he neared a red light, of it wasn’t for all the traffic he could have been there in like 20 minuets but traffic is crazy around that time.

Finally he reached the restaurant, actually he was 2 minuets early. As he walked in he noticed that the restaurant was quite lively, except for a part in the back that was usually open but looked to be sectioned off. “Bonjour lovino, right this way,” Francis, the head chef and manager of the restaurant, said as he walked towards the sectioned off area

“what’s going on wine bastard, aren’t you supposed to be in the kitchen doing your job?”

“This is my job, well part of it,” he retorted he opened the sliding door to the room and motioned for him to go in. The room was dark except for the candle light that illuminated it, there was a table with two place settings and standing next to it was “Antonio? What all this” he asked as Antonio motioned for him to sit down across from him

“well mi amore, it’s our first date, so I figured I might as well make it the best you’ve ever had!” He mused as lovino blushed profusely, “also, you said last time that you like pasta so I went a head and ordered some pollo Alfredo pasta, for us” he said with a soft smile

“I can see how your a romance novelist now” he mumbled under his breath. After that the date went quite well they ended up staying till the restaurant closed for the night. The two love birds where walking back to Antonio’s place since it was closer and they may have had a few drinks so lovino didn’t want to drive home, just in case.

“Well this is it” Antonio said as they reached a moderately large, Spanish style, 2 story house “this is where you live?!” Lovino exclaimed while scanning the house “yep, I make some pretty good money off my books” Antonio boasted joyfully, the inside was more modest than the out side and had a few comfy looking sofas and chairs.

They decided to snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie, both of them falling asleep about half way through, both snuggled close together under a warm blanket on one of the overstuffed sofas. Little did they know many more nights would be spent like this, and many more joyous memories would be made in the future both near and far.

Bonus \(^^)/

Antonio had always been a early riser, always up when the sun was, this morning how ever he woke to a surprise laying in his arms. Lovino was laying on Antonio’s chest, on the couch, snuggled under a blanket, just as they were when they fell asleep. ‘Aaawww he looks like an ángulo (angle)’ he thought as he looked down at the smaller Italian in his arms, who began to stir, “Tom.. ato… bastard” he said softly in his sleep Antonio had to hold in a small laugh. He looked over at the clock on the side table next to them; 5:30 it read. He snuggled up against lovino again and decided to sleep in a little bit with him… they didn’t actually wake up till noon due to a Mary go round of on waking up and decided to let the other sleep a bit longer or wanting more time in the others arms.

THE END

[olga-eulalia]

Fic dump! As in I’m dumping you, fic! Bye. #improvingmylife

Unbeta’d Pre-S1 Prostitute!Silver/Patron!Flint PWP. 2500 words. Warnings: Non-native speaker writing here. Explicit content. Weird content. Money & Masturbation. No plot. Unfinished.

Except for the ink staining his fingers, his body was clean, his sweat crisp. A whiff of battle, of smoke and metal, sometimes lingered in the thick of his hair and in the folds of his clothing. He was wont to kiss Silver sweetly on the side of his neck where it was most tender and cradle his body with gentle hands as if it were a fragile parcel. Yet he fucked deep and hard, and knew how to make Silver come on his dick.

Flint was the one patron Silver would not part with without protest.

Once or twice, gingerly removing his legs from Flint's shoulders, Silver, in an addled state, had entertained fancies of recompense. He might be getting paid for providing a service and whether he was attracted to his client or not ought to have no influence on his performance, but if Flint somehow managed to make him excited just at the thought of him, and not only because he could make a kiss on the mouth be as effective as a hand down Silver’s silk trousers, if Silver’s breaths came a little faster at the mere sight of his favourite, returned from the sea, mounting the stairs with one hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes tempting like a dare while he took each step with strategic deliberation, surely that was not something to be taken for granted?

On the bed, jostled into the space between Silver’s bare thighs, Flint held another doubloon up to the light and then placed it on Silver's belly so that it kissed the upper arch of the navel from above. He watched it lie there for a moment, watched it rise and fall in the rhythm of Silver’s quickened breaths, before he added another one of its kind to it, and then another, making the potential reward a rather generous one already and making it, in turn, very difficult for Silver who had to slow down his measured strokes even further in order to contain his excitement.

"Think you can reach that?" Flint peered at him, fingertips glancing over his latest addition.

Against the red backdrop of Silver’s bed, his features were of a mind-boggling brilliance as sunset fell on them through a sliver in the curtain, changing the colour of his eyes into a vivid sea-green and turning his beard bright orange, his lips pale pink. Freckles crowded on his arms, were scattered across his chest, but gradually decreased in volume the further down his body tapered to his white underpants where the skin was soft and tender and kisses made him groan, where the shape of his hard dick, gorgeous and hefty like the rest of him, now pushed against the linen.

“Certainly," Silver answered, pointedly serene, snaking a leg around Flint’s waist while he eyed the coins on his abdomen to make sure they did not dislodge themselves during his attempt to pull Flint closer. One of them was about to slip off already. "If you fucked me, however--"

Flint lifted a stern eyebrow at him.

Silver dropped his leg and his head back into the sheets and sighed, providing a bit of a show.

An exercise in patience was nothing new, after all. Even with Flint primed and ready from the first kiss, as he usually was, it seemed impossible to accelerate the progress of events, and as long as Silver’s attempts at steering them according to his will kept misfiring, their trysts would always remain a source of frustration for him.

As a meagre consolation, Flint gave him two more gold pieces to attain to, placing the second in the centre of his chest. "How about this one? You think you can reach it?” A hint of wiliness twinkled in his eyes, twitched in the pointy ends of his mustache. Distracted by such roguish charm, one could easily forget that all those shiny coins had been raked in by means of violence and coercion.

"Please," Silver said, aiming for nonchalance, but missing by a considerable margin.

He put one hand between his legs, two fingertips to his taint and nudged them in. Habit almost made him reach further down and give himself something to writhe down onto, which would have been disastrous; would have not only broken the agreement he had with Flint, but also ruined over a week’s worth of monumental restraint, when it was the promise of having it done for him good and proper that had made him so well-behaved in the first place.

Flint guided Silver’s thighs further apart, holding him open to his gaze, eager to see. “Fuck,” he said, readjusting his grip a tad crudely. “There’s not an inch of you that’s not pretty.” Without taking his eyes off Silver, he loosened the drawstring on his underpants and reached inside, knuckles straining against the fabric as he soothed himself. His jaw worked as though he was going to alter his plans after all and suck cock until Silver was a begging, incoherent mess.

It wouldn’t be the worst of outcomes, really. Silver, at his most attentive, held his breath.

“You’ve been waiting for me?” Flint asked.

“Yes,” Silver breathed out.

Not having to lie was quite something. Excitement at the prospect of Flint sinking into him, filling him, heavy and thick, and fucking him open had his nipples perking up, his cockhead blurting out drops of precome with every tug and twist of his hand so that his palm produced a delicate, slick noise sliding up and down on his dick.

“Spent all week without letting anyone touch you--” Flint was relentless now, smoothing a hand down into the crook of Silver’s groin, running a fingertip over Silver’s knuckles and coaxing Silver’s fingertips to his tight little sphincter. “Where you need it most.”

A pulse of pure want swept through Silver when, lashes lifting, Flint locked eyes with him as he continued to probe for the truth. “Next time, you’re going to let me watch you stretch yourself open. Let me see how you try to stuff yourself with those gorgeously thick fingers of yours. Do you know how many you can take?”

Silver licked his dry lips. “Four, I think.”

Flint made a rumbly noise deep down in his throat. “I think you should try to take one more.” Eyes glinting, he leaned over Silver like something dangerous lowering itself to feed, filling Silver’s field of vision, his senses, with the sumptuous, dramatic delights of him. “Or would you want me to try for you?”

There was a lump in Silver’s throat that he could hardly swallow past. His breaths sounded harsh and shivery  to his ears as he kept jerking himself wetly with his legs spread open wide on Flint’s thighs.

In his line of work, he had done a lot of stuff, stuff that would make even a hardened pirate blush just hearing about it, so he couldn’t really say why this affected him so much or what about the situation had him so ready to shoot his load all of a sudden that speech was difficult, his tongue chasing fragments of words like crumbs around his mouth. If only there wasn’t space yet for one more doubloon at the top of his chest. If only he didn’t know exactly that Flint would give it to him if he kept going just a little longer.

Of all his clients, it was this man who agitated him the most, because he furthered the possibility of a life in which Silver’s future was not under the lock and key of someone else’s schemes like no other. With this much additional income laid out on his body, with it shimmering on his skin like sunken treasure or fool’s gold in a brook, Silver’s mind was awash in the glow of its potential. If only he could speed up the actualization of his plans.

“No,” he told Flint. “I want to try. While you watch.”

Flint looked pained somehow and pushed himself upright, taking up his former position, scrutinizing Silver. “What else would you try for me?”

A keen shock of pleasure jolted Silver’s body as the first of many ideas poured in. Monosyllabic Flint, who chose to lie back and say things like mount, waiting for Silver to swing his leg over, was much easier to deal with.

“How long would you keep yourself in such an agonizing state just to have this?” Flint asked, holding up the last doubloon between finger and thumb, mesmerizing Silver, who squirmed inside his skin and gasped wordlessly, with its gleam.

It seemed to take forever until he resolved the suspended moment and used the coin to complete the line that ran straight from Silver’s groin up to his throat. But finally, it came to rest cold on feverish skin.

Silver’s eyes rolled back in his head as the inevitability of his release pulled at his tendons like a cramp, gathered on the tip of his tongue behind his teeth. After one last thought in which he remembered to aim properly, he was gone, disappearing to that place inside his mind where it was quiet and peaceful, where he found bliss warming him through and through, and he was floating weightless, even as his climax wrenched at his core, forced his mouth open around a loud noise, and then ebbed, ever so abruptly.

Emerging from that state felt a bit like waking up in a foreign place. It took a long time to get reacquainted with the colours of the room, which were greying now, the sounds and the sweet, spicy smell of the brothel, the feel of his own limbs. Loss of tension let him sprawl like an ocean creature stranded by the tide. He wiggled his toes.

Above him, Flint was holding himself up with one arm. "I must say I’m impressed,” he said and gave Silver a small, but fetching, wink.

The coins, as they were being collected and set aside, sounded merry, sliding against one another. Silver wondered whether he’d truly earned all of them and reached for his neck, but Flint snatched his hand and calmed it with a kiss to its back. He had that look on his face, the one that had accumulated bit by bit. The one that softened his whole demeanour.

When Silver had first come to know the man, he couldn’t have guessed at its existence, finding him brusque and of a highly sceptical nature. But Silver knew a business opportunity when he saw one and rumour-laden Captain Flint had been well worth the effort.

Though Flint had been close to turning on his heel and walking out of Silver’s room even after it’d taken a month of intricate planning to get him there, he had then revealed himself determined to make the experience a pleasant one; a little bit rusty in responding to Silver’s advances, a little bit rough when he took Silver at first, filling him with a couple of impatient thrusts, but soon moving them like a dream, his strokes long and confident up to the finish, his kisses full of passion and appreciative little groans.

“You know what I like,” Silver said, letting a lazy smirk pull at his mouth.

Flint’s face twitched.

They had always been honest with each other about the nature of their arrangement and Flint, especially, had always seemed very pleased by the absence of any illusions, which was why Silver had used the demystification of his work as a handy tool and never been hesitant to mention his love of coin, but seeing Flint’s eyes now so mirthless in response made something dissatisfied squirm inside of him, urging him to amend his statement somehow.

With a hand on the back of his neck, Flint let himself be pulled down easily enough, but he evaded Silver’s seeking mouth by bending to taste the underside of his chin instead, nipping at the skin there, running his tongue across the stubble, his beard a not unwelcome caress as he placed kisses all the way to the dip at the base of Silver’s throat, licking Silver clean in the process. Silver, with his reasoning still reassembling itself, could not deny that Flint’s hand stroking down his side sparked exhilaration along the way and that being measured by its great span made him feel utterly claimed. And when that touch swept over the curve of his ass and lifted him off the bed so that Flint could fill his hand with one plump cheek and their bodies came sliding together with the smooth caress of skin on skin, he sighed contentedly, all remorse forgotten.

Flint interrupted his exploration and lifted his head. His face was flushed, his eyes glazed with lust. A couple of strands of his hair had sprung loose from their leather string and Silver, stifling his amusement at the sight, brushed them back with his hands, cradling the skull tenderly. Finally, he thought, teasing Flint’s hard-on with the slow drag of his hips. After all, Flint was paying for the privilege to be the only one to enjoy him that particular way, and not too little either since everyone was intrigued by what greater men desired but they themselves could not possess.

“I want to put my mouth on you,” Flint rasped, his fingers slipping down into the cleft between Silver’s buttocks. “Yeah?”  

Silver sucked in a breath, not expecting his cock to firm up again so soon. “By all means,” he said, dizzied by how fast he was then put onto his stomach and given a pillow to squish. 

When it came to parting with information, however, Flint was less generous. His commentary on the very latest was entertaining, but mostly scathing, as though he was reluctant to sound well-disposed towards anyone lest someone should accuse him of having a heart. So one could mainly tell how important a topic was to him by how much it strained him to keep his thoughts to himself and how dear someone was to him by how unhappy it made him to hear them mentioned unfavourably in gossip.

"I've got my eye on a prize that might prove a bit of a challenge," Flint had said.

Silver's ears had pricked up. He’d masked his interest with a saucy remark, but that sort of coquetry rarely gained any approval from Flint.

Standing in front of the cabinet, pouring a drink, watching it run into the cup like the clearest water, he considered the options available to him. He could offer to find a captain more suitable to the task and by doing so inflame Flint’s competitiveness splendidly, no doubt. Or he could offer reassurance by saying that most pirates on the island were only alive because they chose easy pickings whereas Flint’s skills were truly exceptional and that someone of his calibre had nothing to worry about. He could also choose to take a slightly more subtle approach and talk about the time he’d seen a fistfight break out after someone had insulted Flint's competence as a captain, use that opportunity to put his own thoughts on the tongues of strangers to find out what exactly such an experienced mariner deemed challenging. This could be the day he coaxed a lucrative lead out of one of the most tight-lipped of clients.

But he did none of these things and instead wondered aloud, "Why not take some other prize, then?"

"I’m afraid that, too, lies beyond choice,” Flint said.

It occurred to Silver that, while he was still barred from being a confidant, any worry that filtered through in Flint’s tone of voice would have to remain assuaged superficially. Sliding the bottle back onto the cherrywood shelf, he paused for a second before he corked it. Then he turned and slowly, on wobbly legs, crossed the room.

Flint, waiting for him on the edge of the bed, took the offered drink and downed a couple of swigs before he wetted a cloth with which he wiped at his beard. He was quiet, contemplative. But his gaze, flashing like crystal from beneath the heavy fringe of his eyelashes, travelled over Silver’s naked body in a manner that said his thirst was far from slaked.

Silver eased himself onto Flint’s lap.

Putting his head back, Flint studied him with unconcealed curiosity. His expression was open, wondering. His lips were parted, kissable. “You’re really not going to ask me about it?”

Silver considered his next words, the heart suddenly jumping in his chest.

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I dream of Djinni

Sam x Reader

Content: Fluff and light smut

Word Count: 3226 (Sorry, this one was really long, but I kept it as short as possible and I for one found it really interesting, but, hey, I’m bias).

Sun danced through the cream lace curtain kissing the dangling crystals and casting colors about the room. You shifted, body thick with sleep, yet oddly energized as if you didn't spend half the night killing vampires. You wiped the sleep from your eyes, crisp clean cotton sheets slid over your naked skin drawing a tendril of confusion. You perched up on your elbow, startling as a mass jumped up onto the bed, bright green eyes staring inches from yours. The cat mewed, ducking is fuzzy head to nuzzle against your cheek.

“Baby?” A soft husky voice matching the gentle morning light vibrated against you.

You jerked stifling a gasp. A heavy arm eased off the curve of your hip, the attached hand pressing firmly against your hip, pulling you towards the owner. Warmth and comfort swirled around you like perfumed air. You rolled to your back, cat opportunistically half climbing on your chest and laying down. You peered to your left taking in the man laying nude beside you. His body pressed alongside yours intimately. He gazed into your eyes as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You study the gold swirling in pools of ever-changing hues, long chestnut hair framed a gorgeous face,  and dimples peeked out from a tender smile. The man reached over you rubbing the cat's head with his thumb, expression affectionate.

“Wait… I know you…” You mumbled tracing the line of stubble on his strong jaw. You eyebrows knit as you pulled at a memory that felt buried under stories of cement. “Sam?”

The man chuckled, the sound inviting thoughts of a fluffy blanket fresh from a dryer. “Uh, yeah, sweetie. You feelin’ alright?”

He cupped your cheek, callused hands caressing the warmth of your skin. His brows pressed together in loving concern. You caught his hand, savoring the simple touch. The heat of his touch eased your mind, erasing every ounce of any emotion edging away from pure bliss. You sighed happily. Sam pressed his lips chastely against yours. You hummed, smiling.

“Guess I'm just ask half asleep.” You mumbled.

The cat broke the atmosphere with a sharp cry followed by an onslaught of purrs. Sam grinned withdrawing his touch.

“This guy is hungry.”

He threw the covers off climbing grin the bed with long toned limbs. You stared openly at his naked form add he walked around the bed. Muscles rippled with relaxed comfort a good night’s sleep brought. Your gaze traced the lines of his broad shoulders, down his strong back and taut buttocks. He scooped up the cat, holding the animal against his chest before dropping a kiss to its head. The cat responded with a purr. As your eyes dropped lower, you were inclined to do the same. You raised an eyebrow, smirk twitching your lips.

“Well, good morning then.”

Sam ducked his head smiling shyly. “Heh, sorry… it is the morning.”

You bit your lip causing a shadow to flicker in his eyes. “I'm not complaining, Mister.”

Sam inhaled deeply, muscles twitching and tightening in his abdomen. He held out a hand. “Two minutes and I'll be right back.”

Your smirked deepened as you pulled down the covers revealing your breasts to the air. His throat moved as he swallowed hard. “One minute or I start without you.”

His eyes flicked between your face and the curve if your chest, lips tightening into a thin line. He wavered on his feet torn between feeding the cat and diving in top of you. He rose a finger, confirming your one minute deadline and rushed out the door. You grinned watching him leave before stretching out in the bed. Except for the nagging feeling tugging at the back of your mind insisting that you were forgetting something, you felt like you were in heaven.

Sam was back in three minutes. He slipped between the sheets flushing your bodies together as he ran his hands over every inch of your body. He kissed you, long and slow. Every movement he made was leisurely, drawing out each sensation and igniting sparks in every nerve. When pressed into you, warmth blanketed around your bodies growing with every steady roll of his hips until fire licked your skin and you teetered at the precipice, then like the sigh of his name leaving your lips you fell from the edge, melting and shuddering against him.

Sam left your bed an hour later after lingering caresses and cuddles to scrounge up some breakfast. You took your time showering, letting the high pressure knead your back muscles where the usual knots in your shoulders were suddenly gone. Like the bedroom, the bathroom was bright, airy, and clean. As you stepped out on a spot carpet the cat padded in. You wrapped yourself in a stark white towel add the cat licked the water dripping down your calf. You gave the creature a pat on the head, then scratched its chin to get a look at its collar. The metal tag read, “Rye” which you shrugged off as weird.

You came down the stairs, dressed and ready for the day with Rye at your heels. Sam, dressed similarly in jeans and a tee shirt smiled brightly at you as he plated French toast on the table straight from the pan.

“Butter and sugar are on the table.” He nodded to the condiments. “I'm warming up the syrup and coffee will be done in a minute.”

“What? No bacon?” You teased wrapping your arms around his narrow waist. “Does this mean you're getting bored of me?”

He twisted around capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that proved he had tasted some of the syrup. He bumped your nose with his and smiled.  “Never.”

You pecked him back before breaking away to take your seat. Without waiting for the syrup you buttered the toast and applied a generous amount of powdered sugar. The two ingredients melded together forming a thick layer of icing over the battered bread, all of which melted on your tongue as you took a bite. You moaned in appreciation.

“Careful,” Sam said slipping toast on his plate. “We don't have time for round two.”

You pouted. “I wasn't thinking it, but now that sounds like a fantastic use of time.”

He chuckled bringing a smile to your lips. “Be that as it may, Dean's going to be here shortly, and so is your sister for that matter.”

“Oh.” You frowned, the tug in your mind twisting into an itch. The light dimmed a fraction as you leaned into the feeling. “Why's that again?”

“It's Sunday.” Sam explained matter of factly. “You know… the day we set aside to spend time with them?”

His tone seemed so confident it eased the itch into a dullness you could ignore. But the nagging refused to dissipate completely this time. You chewed your lip wondering whether or not to confront it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam reached across the table, fingers curling sounds yours in a gentle squeeze. Brightness entered the room again bringing a sense of calm clarity into your mind. You leaned forward smiling at him.

“I'm perfect.” You gestured at the half eaten breakfast on your plate, then to the whole room. “All of this is just… perfect.”

He chuckled softly, chin ducking down. After a moment, he lifted his eyes to yours. “I know what you mean. I can't imagine what I did to deserve you.”

You hummed happily. “It's probably that thing you did with your fingers earlier.”

He laughed, head tilting back. Licking his lips, he looked at his lap. “Yeah, maybe. You do enjoy that a lot.”

The doorbell rang interrupting the moment, but nothing could disturb the joy singing in your heart. You snuck a kiss on Sam's cheek before hurrying to the door. Dean wrapped your in a tight hug the moment it opened. Your sister grinned at you as she opened the gate. She bounced up the walkway through a perfectly manicured garden.

“Move over Dean!” She ordered goodnaturedly, “Let me hug Y/n too, geez!”

She threw her arms around you the instant he let go. Her soft hair tickled your nose and the familiar scent of her deodorant wafted around her. A tender sorrow cut through the elation. A single dark cloud marred the flawless blue sky.

“Hey! You get to see her all the time.” Dean objected crossly. “I only get to see her for a second before my brother's all over her.”

“Dean!” Sam shot him a disapproving look from the doorway.

“Well it’s true.” He complained through a goofy grin. “Hey, man.”

Your sister pulled away quickly whispering in your ear. “At least the sex is good, amiright?”

You snorted elbowing her in the side. The reaction only made her giggle earning the two men's curiosity. Your sister pinched her lips together badly hiding her obvious innuendo.

“I guess that's our cue to give them time alone. You ready, Sam?” Dean asked.

“In a minute, I gotta clean up and shower.”

You smiled gratefully giving him a quick kiss. “Thanks, hun. I'll see you later?”

He squeezed your hand as you pulled away. “You got it. Remember the four of us have dinner tonight at 8.”

Your sister pulled on your hand dragging you away from the boys.

“Don't talk too much about me!” He called out returning your wave.

“No promises!” Your sister yelled back closing the gate behind you.

The day went by in a blur of colors and moments never straying from the complete contentedness that swallowed your brain in a mesh of euphoria. Dinner went better than any outing you ever remembered. After toasts, jokes, and an incredible meal you stumbled back home with Sam. His arm draped over your shoulder in casual closeness as you shared laughter up until the time you snuggled into his side under clean blankets. Before sweet sleep eased you into dreams, he placed a lingering kiss against your temple.

Light filtered through lacy white curtains. You blinked awake, but didn’t stir. A throbbing deep in your brain brought worrisome thoughts to stir. A cat jumped on the bed, a flash of metal with the word “Rye” inscribed on it caught your eye. You pet the cat eliciting a round of purrs. Your brows pinched together as a nagging feeling groped at your thoughts. You turned to see a man sleeping peacefully beside you. A name surfaced paced your thoughts, his face inspired warmth and comfort.

“Sam?” You brushed a strand of hair off his face. “Sweetie?”

He groaned awake, smiling the instant his eyes peeled open. “Mornin’ baby.”

He pulled you to him for a gently kiss. You grinned. “Lemmie feed the cat and I’ll be right back.”

He chuckled sleepily. “M’kay, I’ll try to wake myself up by then.”

You smirked. “I’m sure I’ll get you up in no time.”

The nagging grew as you descended the stairs into the kitchen. Rye brushed against your calves as you pulled out his food. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was right on the tip of your tongue. You rushed back up the stairs to find Sam over the covers now, naked skin bared to morning air. Your gaze lingered over his tan toned body, muscles relaxed and tensed. You followed the lines of his body to where a single muscle rose unashamedly. You rose an eyebrow with a bemused smile.

“Well, good morning Mr. Winchester.”

He laughed and you jumped on the bed. He caught you on the bounce, hands spanning over your back as you kissed him teasingly. Much like the morning prior, warmth swam against your bodies bringing a sense of comfort and safety. You straddled him taking your time to pepper kisses over his throat and collarbone. His hands gripped your hips, but he let you set the pace. Your head lolled back, eyes rolling up as the myriad of sensations seized your body. You slouched over embracing the intensity, Sam rolled his hips steadily trading off control. When you rolled away, he held you close whispering affectionately in your ear. Eventually, he let you slip away to the shower. Rye licked your ankles as you stepped out. You frowned as the nagging came back full force, urging a the beginnings of a headache. You scooped up the creature paying it attention as you got ready for the day.

Sam was downstairs fixing French toast in a frying pan. He smiled as you approached the table. You noticed a plate already prepared for consumption. You let Rye jump from your arms. He headed to lap water from a bowl.

“Butter and sugar are already on the table.” He nodded to the condiments as he slid toast on his plate. “And I’m warming up syrup. Coffee will be ready in a minute.”

You frowned. “No bacon…”

“Uh, yeah…” Sam hesitated, his brows drew together as if he noticed something as well. “S-sorry about that.”

“No, no. I’m not mad.” You explained rounding the table to stand next to him. You rested a hand on his arm absorbing the warmth below his flannel shirt. “I just… have a weird sense of deja vu.” You shook your head. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Yeah…” He paused. “I know what you mean.”

You slid in your seat. “So what plans do we have for today?”

“Well, it’s Sunday, so your sister and Dean should be here soon.” Sam said as he took his seat. He froze for a moment, then shook his head. He poised to cut into the toast, then set his hands on the table and studied your face. “You know, I feel like we’ve done this before.”

“It’s kinda routine, right?”

“Not just that…” He licked his lips, reservation darkening his eyes. “It’s like we’ve done exactly this before.”

A knock came at the door before you could reply. Dean swept you in a hug with a big easy grin, your sister right behind him. She caught you as soon as he released. The words passing between them deepened the itch in your brain. You glanced at the sky. Its usual blue was dimmer, a few pewter clouds blocking the full sun. Sam came up behind you and you shared a worried look with him. Your sister swept you away before you could discuss it with Sam.

Rye jumped up on the bed. You rose without pretense. A haze hung outside the windows, the light patter of rain filling the room. Your head snapped to the side to find Sam rousing as well. You shared a long silent exchange. Rolling over on your side, earning a disgruntled mew from the cat, you traced Sam’s arm as you compiled your thoughts. The nagging was louder today, creating a buzz that felt so close to surfacing a clarity.

“Sam…” You exhaled worriedly. “Something feels… off.”

He sighed, lips drawing into a line. “I feel it too.”

“Somehow this all seems… unreal.”

He cupped your hand, thumb rubbing circles in your palm. “Do you… remember anything?” You frowned trying to concentrate. “I mean, anything before this? Like how we met?”

Pain pierced the upper left quadrant of your brain. A memory just out of focus fought against the haze. You winced clutching your head. Distantly, Sam sat up in concern. He gently held your elbows. He asked if you were okay, but all you could do was try to pull at the thread. You gasped as the memory unraveled.

“California!” Your hands dropped grabbing Sam’s biceps. “There was a… a Siren in Santa Monica killing all those students in Venice Beach. We ran into each other trying to hunt the same thing.”

Realization bloomed over Sam’s face. Thunder cracked outside. “That’s right and- and it turned out to be two Sirens working together instead of one!”

“W-wait… but that was months ago. I haven’t seen you since!” Slowly, you pulled the cover up over your chest suddenly aware of how naked you were.

Sam quickly climbed from the bed finding clothes and dressing promptly. You took the opportunity to do the same, grateful when he kept his back turned. Rye settled in the middle of the unkempt bed.

“I don’t understand how we got here…” You muttered.

“I’m not sure…” Sam responded glancing over to see if you were dressed. “I have theory though.”

You pulled a shirt over your head, the looked at him. “What?”

“A Djinn.”

“Djinn? Like… as in Genie?”

“Yeah, but an legitimate Djinn, as in from the Qur’an and other texts. My brother and I have run into a couple before.”

“I thought… they grant wishes and stuff. Why are we trapped in this… dream world?”

“Well, the first Djinn we ran into created a world from Dean’s subconscious wish, but it wasn’t perfect. The second one captured a friend into a nightmare, feeding on her fear.” He explained. “So, not all Djinn are the same.”

“Well…” You shrugged. “All things considered, this was a lucky break then. But why are we both here?”

“I don’t know.” He shook his head searching through his thoughts. “I mean… Dean used dream root to rescue our friend from that second Djinn, so maybe…”

“You or I did the same…”

“Yeah, but Dean knew what was going on from the start. He was affected by the Djinn’s magic.”

“So… we both got jumped by the Djinn, but why are we in each other’s head?” You paused tapping a knuckle to your lips. “Although, it could be you’re not really real.”

Sam frowned. “I could say the same for you.”

“Alright, alright.” You waved away the doubt. “This is useless. How did your brother and your friend get out of here?”

Sam’s expression tensed. “Our friend faced her fear and the dream broke.”

“And Dean? With the first Djinn?”

“He killed himself in the dream and woke up.”

You fell silent. “Hell of a risk, Sam.”

“I know.” He sighed. “Tell you what, why don’t I try it and if it works, I’ll come back with the dream root and let you know.”

“What?” You exclaimed with obvious incredulity. “No! Sam, no! It’s too risky.”

“Well, we have to do something.” He reasoned.

You sighed. “You’re right. But maybe we can wait it out until your brother can contact us. He’s always with you right?”

Sam smiled humorlessly. “Yes, but it’s possible he won’t make it in time.”

“And there’s no guarantee that even if you make it out of here you can get to me in time and vice versa.” You crossed the room taking Sam’s hand. “So… together?”

Ten minutes later you sat on the bed with Sam, steak knives from the kitchen in front of you. You leaned against him savoring the feel the dreamscape provided. A storm raged in the world outside. He gave you a tight smile before selecting his knife.

He spoke in a gentle tone. “If this doesn’t work… I just wanted you to know that this… was nice.”

You smiled wistfully. “Same here, Sam.”

Wordlessly you picked up the remaining knife. Cold metal touched the fevered skin over your chest. You took a deep breath glancing at Sam for support. He nodded tightly and you plunged the blade into your heart, darkness stealing your light.

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Carrie Underwood, Jessie James Decker, and more stars on the CMA red carpet

It was the 10th year in a row that Carrie Underwood and Brad Paisley have co-hosted the Country Music Awards, but Wednesday night’s show was anything but predictable.

From the highly anticipated performances (Maren Morris collaborating with Niall Horan, Reba McEntire, Kelsea Ballerini, Pink, and more) to the incredible fashions on the red carpet, the biggest names in country music came together for a rockin’ night. Well, except for one singer who said she might have to head out early.

Pregnant with her third child, Jessie James Decker told the Morning Breath, “I might stay half the show, but I definitely won’t stay the whole way through.” Why? The 29-year-old hilariously admitted that she’d get hungry and would need to take off her shoes.

In the meantime, she camouflaged whatever shoes she had on with a gorgeous off-the-shoulder burgundy gown. Click through to see the rest of the night’s best dressed.

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Carrie Underwood

For the 10th year in a row, Underwood hosted the event alongside Brad Paisley. The singer had multiple outfit changes, but she turned it out with her first ensemble, in a deep shade of purple. The off-the-shoulder silhouette showed some skin, but she covered up with long sleeves and a floor-sweeping hemline. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Jessie James Decker

Pregnant with her third child, Decker admitted to the ladies of the Morning Breath that her threshold for events of this kind is pretty low, despite her enthusiasm for the performers. “I might stay half the show, but I definitely won’t stay the whole way through.” She said she would get hungry and need to take her shoes off. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Keith Urban

The singer, set to debut a song titled “Female” inspired by the Harvey Weinstein scandal, looks relaxed in a lamé suit. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Kimberly Williams-Paisley and Brad Paisley

The award show’s co-host and his wife shine on the red carpet. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Miranda Lambert

Lambert channels Cinderella in a sheer and sparkly blue gown. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Kellie Pickler

The singer kept things flirty with a lace and sequin black dress. She made the piece even flashier with green feathers on the hemline. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Luke Bryan

Bryan quickly changed out of his red carpet attire and into a coated denim jacket for his performance. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Brett Eldredge in Joseph Abboud

The singer looks dapper in a big bow tie. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Niall Horan

The former member of One Direction wears a stylish suit before his debut CMA performance. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Charles Kelley, Hillary Scott, and Dave Haywood of Lady Antebellum

The band was color-coordinated, with a hint of red in each of their looks. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Pink and her daughter, Willow Sage Hart

Pink’s performance was one of the more highly anticipated of the night, and her outfit definitely didn’t disappoint. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Ruby Rose

The actress sticks to her edgy roots in a sparkling metallic halter dress. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Karlie Kloss

Having just run the New York Marathon, Kloss cleaned up nicely in a sheer red dress. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Danielle Bradbery in Leanne Marshall

The singer told the Morning Breath that she was walking a certain way on the red carpet so that the dress looks its best. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Scott McCreery

McCreery is rocking a suit made by Ryan Seacrest’s own label. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Michael Ray in Zara

The singer went with a high-low look, pairing a Zara suit with some David Yurman jewelry. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Alexandra and Drake White

Drake was the more accessorized of the pair, rocking a hat, bracelet, and dream catcher-inspired necklace. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Meghan Linsey

The star shined in a bedazzled black off-the-shoulder dress. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Faith Hill and Tim McGraw

Country’s favorite couple did not disappoint, in black-and-red coordinated ensembles. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Cameron Duddy, Mark Wystrach, and Jess Carson of Midland

Midland might be Jessie James Decker’s favorite band, but they’re everybody’s first pick when it comes to red carpet fashion. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Hunter Hayes

The singer looks calm and cool in a plaid printed jacket, although he admitted to the Morning Breath that he usually downs a 5-Hour Energy before hitting the red carpet. (Photo: Getty Images)

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William Michael Morgan

Wearing a Country Rebel belt and Dior cologne, Morgan tells the Morning Breath that he “wears a hat everywhere” he goes. But he does take it off to shower. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Reba McEntire

The 62-year-old looks beautiful in a dual-toned gray dress with embellished shoulders. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Tracy Lawrence in Armani

Lawrence wears saltwater crocodile boots, with a custom cowboy hat and an Armani blazer. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Lauren Akins and Thomas Rhett

The couple looked sharp in all black. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Maren Morris in Francesco Scognamiglio

The singer described her look on the Morning Breath as “New Year’s Eve Barbie.” (Photo: Getty Images)

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Lindsay Ell in Mr. Jonathan Caine

Wearing the design of a fellow Nashvillian, Ell admits that it took her two hours to do her hair. She started getting ready at 1 p.m. to arrive on the red carpet at 6 p.m. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Kelsea Ballerini

Ballerini rocked a double-cutout dress, featuring an open back and a triangle cut at the abdomen. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Chase Bryant

Bryant was hard to miss on the red carpet, in his suit jacket decorated with silver feathers. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Kane Brown

As a first-time CMA performer, Brown has spoken out about breaking the stereotypes of the genre as a biracial country artist. (Photo: Getty Images)

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Dustin Lynch

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Lauren Alaina

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Joe Don Rooney, Gary LeVox, and Jay DeMarcus of Rascal Flatts

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Jimi Westbrook, Karen Fairchild, Kimberly Schlapman, and Philip Sweet of Little Big Town

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