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[love4pascal]

SMAU: Instagram posts with bsf!Rafe: Part three!

Rafe x Pogue bsf!reader

An: OMG we’ve made it to part three?? I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is appreciated 🩵🤍.

TAGLIST: @justsomerandompersonintheworld

[peariote]

darling wife.

cw; ambessa x wife!reader. fluff. no smut, but definitely racy. established relationship. brief exhibitionism (ambessa). edit: wrote the smut.

wc; 1k. short and sweet.

“You’re going to make my dogs soft, indulging them like this, my sweet.” For all your wife’s bulk, she can be remarkably quiet, shown just now—she crept up to the doorframe, leaned against the heavy wood without so much as a dragged footfall. However, you’re long past startling at her presence, after so many years. You just chuckle, the breath leaving you in a gentle, amused exhale.

Of course she’s already up. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon, but even the barest hint of light prompts her to get up. You’ve softened her over the years, if gradually—instead of going out for an early morning training she stayed wrapped up in her nightdress, in the office just down the hall, waiting for you to awaken. 

Perhaps you are indulging her dogs too heavily. The two greyhounds, Zalle and Zinne, pool around you on the wide bed as if guards or protectors, their slim, dark forms curling like vines around your legs and contrasting against the rumpled crimson bed sheets. One slim head rests on your bare thigh, the other mirroring it. You’re laid back, echoing their relaxation, with your hands on their heads like they’re the arms to your throne. Occasionally an ear will twitch when your rubbing fingers hit an itch, but their sharp, suspicious gazes remain on Ambessa—wary despite knowing her, completely and utterly devoted to you.

You know she’d never debase herself to the comparison, and you’d never utter it aloud, but you find that her and the mindset of the canines align more often than she might think. 

“Hm.” All you give her is a hum, instead taking the time to roam her form. She’s not rumpled like the sheets are, but there are still subtle signs. Her undone hair, some curls slightly out of place. A wrinkle in her grey, silk nightdress that she couldn’t quite smooth out. Your eyes drift lower, to her thighs, skimming where the fabric stops. A scar peeks from the hem, and you can’t help but want to trace it. 

One dog puffs in displeasure when your hand leaves her head, but you pay her no mind—instead crooking your fingers weakly, drawing your wife from her lean and closer, now, on still-silent feet. 

“What, darling?” She murmurs, as if she didn’t catch your descending gaze, and wasn’t sauntering towards you as if spelled. Her knee sinks heavily into the edge of the mattress, and then the other. Then her hands descend, and she crawls towards you. She skims her fingers up your skin as she ascends your body, tracing the curve of your ankle’s bone and the line of your calves. Her movement is halted, blocked by the canines’ heads, and she lets out a disgruntled noise at their staticity. She shoos them, and they remain unmoving. The look in their eyes has shifted, though, no longer holding suspicion—instead they’ve softened with a sort of mischief, one that makes your wife glower. 

“They have no respect.” The gruff murmur makes you smile, watching as your wife strokes their necks. One shifts to bare her stomach, but your wife doesn’t comply with the dog’s wish—instead gently maneuvering them, one after the other, off your thighs. “And monopolize your time too much for my liking.” 

“You’re jealous of your dogs?” You tease, laying back as she settles over you. Her large, dark thighs dwarf your hips, spreading to accommodate the position. Instinctively your hands plant on the skin, skimming up and under her silk slip to cup her waist. She chuckles like a bell tolls, the sound thrumming low in her chest. The strength of her hand cups your jaw, the lightness of the touch so intoxicating knowing the power coiled beneath her skin. She’s so gentle with you, even when you tease her. The disrespect would have gotten any other killed, but she takes it from you with nothing more than a quirk of her eyebrow.

“Don’t push it, my love.” She thumbs idly at your lower lip. Your lips part, the pad of it slipping onto the tip of your tongue, and her eyelids lower instinctively. A composed, yet irked breath puffs from her, her other hand reaching up. 

Wrapping around the delicate gold chain, she rings the servant’s bell; a minute later, a knock comes, she makes a brief word of affirmation, and the door opens. Peering around her you see a thin thing, blushing at the sight of the general perched on your lap, nightdress now pushed past her ass by your wandering hands. She must be new, if she is not used to such flippant immodesty. 

“Get them out of here. It should be around time for their morning hunt. Have someone take them out. They could use a rabbit or two.” Ambessa barely looks, only turning her head enough so her voice is not muffled by the angle. She still watches keenly as the girl whistles lowly, and as the greyhounds trail, unimpressed, behind the girl. The door shuts, and she sighs.

“That girl needs a spine.” She grumbles, not looking back until you scratch your nails over her ribs. No noise emerges from her, but her shoulders quickly shift back at the sensation. 

“Do you really want to talk about that right now?” The curl of your lips is devious, deceitful. An invitation and a taunt. She slips her thumb back between your lips to shut you up, exhaling subtly when you suckle shallowly. 

“You’re a menace. Truly. I shouldn’t let you get away with this.” But she does, and she will forever. As you tug her down she goes with the motion, exhaling amusedly at your eagerness.

She doesn’t get up until long past dawn that day.

©empthy1

[theatricalmage]

The juice box chronicles!! (@glitter-lisp n @eggmuffinwaffles )

I just HAD to make some fan art of the lil guys

Please read I beg!! 🙏

[scaredstupid]

Just a Toy

Summary: Local asshole who hates everything discovers he has a soft spot for the town seamstress. (my first (public) selfship fic!!! i worked so hard on this i hope y'all like it 😭)

At the far end of town, there sat a stately mansion atop a hill. And in that mansion, there lived a man by the name of Barnaby.

He lived completely alone, and never had much company save for the two goons he had hired to assist him in his very illegal schemes - but he liked it that way.

You see, old Barnaby was as sweet as a snapping turtle and as romantic as a rash. He despised most everything—bright colors, sweet treats, smiling children, happy songs— anything that would bring any normal person joy. For this reason, people tended to avoid talking to him too much.

...that is, most people.

Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. "Mr. Barnaby, are you home?" a familiar, sweet-sounding voice called. "I've brought you a little something."

He looked down from his attic window. It was none other than Miss Penny Palette, the local seamstress/painter who had taken a strange liking to him. Perhaps I'll hide and wait until she goes away, he thought.

No, that would never work. She's terribly stubborn. Knowing her, she'll stand there for hours until I come out.

Barnaby sighed and started heading downstairs. "Just a moment," he called.

He opened the front door and sure enough, there was Penny, standing there with a great big grin on her face and her hands behind her back. "Hi, Mr. Barnaby!" she said happily. "How're you doing on this lovely day?"

"Lovely day indeed," he retorted. "Makes me sick. You can come in for a bit, I suppose."

Penny practically skipped inside, still being careful to not reveal whatever it was she was hiding behind her back.

"What do you have there?"

"Oh, you got me!" Penny's grin somehow got even bigger, and she showed him her hands. "I've been working on this all week!"

Resting in her palms was a tiny toy crow, complete with a little top hat. "I made this 'specially for you," she said. "I call him Junior. I hope you like him."

Barnaby was suddenly, uncharacteristically, overcome with emotion. He carefully took the little stuffed bird from her hands and studied it.

"Well?" she asked. "Do you like it?"

He looked at her, then back at the toy. "It's...alright," he said, trying not to let his voice crack. "It should make for a fine decoration up in my attic."

Penny smiled. Coming from him, this was high praise. "Oh, I'm so glad," she laughed a little, "I was scared you weren't gonna like it at all."

The room was comfortably silent for a moment. "Well, uh, I gotta get back to work," said Penny. "I'm sure there's lotsa orders coming in, and you know I can't keep the people waiting!"

As she stepped outside, she turned and waved. "See you later," she said. "I hope I made your day a little brighter."

With this, she shut the door and quickly walked back to her little shop, humming all the while.

Barnaby leaned his back up against the door. He thought about Penny and her sparkly brown eyes. Penny and her sweet smile. Penny and this inexplicable, unprompted act of kindness...

His eyes widened.

To his own shock and horror,

Barnaby had fallen in love.

[gilmorenights]

SO NONE OF YOU WERE GONNA TELL ME I’VE BEEN SPELLING KIERA’S NAME WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME?

[just-an-angel-and-his-demon]

I have spent a good chunk of the day reading this absolutely delectable series and wanted to share the love!

The series is entitled On Home, Hearth, and Halos and follows Aziraphale and Crowley through some lovely domestic things starting from the birth of their first son. The series quickly spins through life adding a second child and by the end of it, has Aziraphale and Crowley dealing with a teenager and all the feels that go with it.

It has absolutely everything you could want from a series! The absolute domestic softness of getting to meet the baby for the first time! The comedy of Aziraphale forgetting that his 6-year-old is, in fact, 6 and using big words with him! An incredibly supportive Aziraphale so excited to get to cheer his son on at a football match! Realistic sibling squabbles! A teenager that's pretending he doesn't want the attention of his parents! Deep talks with said teenager!

Just. *Chefs kiss* absolutely delectable. I'm loving every moment of this fic and wanted to spread it around. It is everything I was looking for in a fic, and I totally think you should read it too.

[deconstructthesoup]

Never thought I'd get to do this, but since the D&D chapters of Put Your Records On were received so well, I'm pleased to report that I made HeroForges for everyone's PCs... and YOU get to see them. Yes, YOU.

Here we go:

Friday du Mort: Level 3 warlock (The Undead)/Level 5 bard (College of Spirits), Chthonic tiefling---played by Kendall McBride

Callum Locke: Level 8 cleric (Twilight Domain), firbolg---played by Ollie Paxton

Agatha Mucklewain: Level 3 artificer (Alchemist)/Level 5 druid (Circle of Spores), hexblood---played by Arasha Kumar-Lynch

Kiera Thunderstone: Level 5 sorcerer (Storm)/Level 3 barbarian (Path of the Storm Herald), air genasi---played by Crystal Palace

Sayoko Kanego: Level 8 bard (College of Creation), drow---played by Niko Sasaki

Sanjay Ashton: Level 4 rogue (Swashbuckler)/Level 4 paladin (Oathbreaker... for now), wood elf---played by Charles Rowland

Alexsander Lichtenberg: Level 8 wizard (School of Necromancy), Reborn human---played by Edwin Payne

And a little bonus here:

Angelo Pavone: Level 16 cleric (Trickery Domain), tabaxi---NPC played by Rhiannon Ortiz, and very much based off of a certain king

[mrsarnold]

KIERA WALSH MASTERLIST

-; where all my kiera fics live !!

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themes :

fluff - ✧ • angst - 𖨂 • smut - ❊

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 / 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 :

soon

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soon

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soon

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soon

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 :

soon

[octolingkiera]

this is for the @tmnt-secret-santa-2024 for @misshowdoyoudo ! sorry it's so late, but hope you enjoy!!

[trulyhblue]

BARCA GIRLS REQUESTS NOW PLEASE 🙈🙈😍😍

IM IN THE MOOD DONT LDT IT GO TO WASTE

I’D TAKE ANYYUING — INDIVIDIUDAL, COUPLES, KIDFOCS, SMUT, TEAM X READER ANYTHING

[love4pascal]

SMAU: Instagram posts with bsf Rafe! Part Four!

Rafe Cameron x bsf!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

A/n: Omg I’m so sorry for how long it took to get this out, this part is shorter but I have big ideas for the last remaining chapters so I’m hoping yall can forgive me!

TAGLIST: @laniirackssss , @anacamofficial , @moustacherryismyhusband , @p0gue420 , and @justsomerandompersonintheworld .

[peariote]

YAAAYYYY OMG TYSM!

okok so could u pls write a mari x f reader?

maybe she's best friends with jackie and shauna and they notice she'd been spending more amd more time with mari or just around her.

reader is 100% in love with mari😔🙏

THANK YOU!

mari x reader pretty gworl !!! love her. absolutely forgot this was finished and in my drafts. so sorry to my mari lovers

The lunch area was already bustling when you got there. Obviously, you’d expected Jackie and Shauna to already have a table. Who else would be there, though? That’s the question.

Sometimes Lottie and Nat filed in, giggly and absorbed in each other in a way that screamed that they had been smoking whatever pot Nat got her hands on. Others, Tai would come to talk to Shauna about English—Van following to talk to Jackie about whatever movie they’d recommended her. But the best days were—

“Mari!” You’re bounding over before you even realize, plopping down next to the familiar head of black hair instead of next to your best friends. Her resulting nose crinkle is only for show; she’s always saving face for the few seconds before she relaxes into your energy.

“Yes, yes, hi. I know, you love me.” Her response is flippant, as expected—but she also hits the nail on the head. And of course, Shauna notices your hitch of breath, subtle as it is.

Her gaze turns to you, suspicious glare firmly planted. All you can do is avoid her gaze, smiling indulgently at something Van quips. The table laughs, and the awkward moment melts away.

The next few weeks, Jackie and Shauna get noticeably more skeptical. You were already aware they were protective—no girl got through to you without their thorough scrutinization. The team, apparently, was no exception.

“So… what’s up with you and Mari?” They’d set it up perfectly—a sleepover, a few beers snuck from Mr. Taylor’s stash, and a the sound of her radio crackling softly with the mixtape’s old tape. It’s probably almost burned through with how much you’ve played it.

You were all sporting a healthy buzz—enough to make Jackie giggly and Shauna slightly sullen—and they’d relaxed you with a quiet activity. Jackie had insisted on painting your nails, pushing you down and making quick work applying the polish. The question comes completely out of left field, and it shows with how you blink owlishly.

“…what?” You’re just a bit caught off guard and a bit too tipsy for this. They grin—well, Jackie does. Shauna returns your wide-eyed gaze with something much more focused.

“You’re into Mari.” Shauna murmurs. She’s not asking you—not in the slightest.

…fuck. You’re caught now. The scrunch of your face tells them all they need to know, but they want to hear it from your lips.

“…yes.” You confirm, careful not to jostle Jackie’s work with your sudden, uncomfortable shift.

All you get, surprisingly, is a hum from the both of them. Despite their apparent acceptance, it settles in your gut like a rock. You’re uneasy—and you’re well within your right to be.

The sleepover, and its resulting uneasiness, has faded in the haze of alcohol and the slow effluxion of time. You’re unassuming when Jackie and Shauna ask you out to the drive in—another girl’s night to see some terrible slasher film. Nothing out of the ordinary.

They both leave you to “get snacks”, as they said, but with the way Jackie giggles and the slow, easy smile spreading across Shauna’s face you wouldn’t be surprised if they were scheming. Or hooking up—you should’ve considered that sooner.

It’s seems to be the first answer.

You’re treated to the sound of muffled yells and ceaseless giggles getting closer—slowly creeping towards you and around the car.

“You bitches—let me go—“

The movie’s snuck into your brain, the sudden thought of a killer swiftly dashed when your idiotic best friends shove Mari into the open trunk of Shauna’s shitty hatchback—the seats folded down for more room.

Then they’re running off, probably to stow away in Lottie’s car. Mari’s yells after them, now without a hand over her mouth.

“Fuck you two!”

It’s enough to make you laugh, her attention swiftly turning to yours. Her acute gaze, burning with anger, directed completely at you is overwhelming enough to bring heat to your cheeks.

“…did they plan this with you, or…” she huffs, settling back against the makeshift wall of pillows and spread of blankets you’d carpeted the car’s trunk with—resigned to her fate.

“No, no.” You confirm through laughter. “They just…”

You pause, lick your lips. Your gaze flickers away, so you don’t notice how she follows it.

“They just know… that I like you.” It’s uncomfortably earnest—hanging between you. In a bid to end break the tension you turn your eyes back to the movie, just in time to see the 12th terribly SFX-ed murder. You don’t get to look long, though.

Mari’s fingers push your jaw, bringing your face back into her eyeline.

“You’re not fucking with me?” She mumbles lowly, focused so intently your cheeks burn.

“No. Not fucking with you.” You respond through a shaky exhale. Your next inhale is interrupted by the press of her lips, the touch swallowing the air from your lungs.

“You should’ve told me that before your cronies kidnapped me.”

“Well, I didn’t know they’d do that.”

[kieraelieson]

My sweet husband, @nonbinary-octopus helped me do some technical work and cleaning up my podfic spreadsheet. They’re genius with spreadsheets.

Check out my current to-podfic list!

I actually don’t know what determines the order of these 🤔 I’ll be recording them in a different order than this.

I recommend reading any of these Very Much!

I also have a list of authors who have given me blanket permission, and I intend to go through their archives and mine for favorites once my todo list is a bit shorter.

[agerefandomrambles]

hiii outer banks anon back- storyline wise I was thinking maybe sarah’s struggling with how things ended on the boat (she’s legit on bad terms with her whole family post s2 which must suck) and she regresses early in the day while she’s supposed to be doing [insert task] with jj and he ends up taking care of her til the others show up and ask what’s going on but jj is in full caregiver mode™️ and sarahs still regressed so they get little to no answers and just go along with it

- also if you could add in jj calling sarah princess but ofc no pressure, just a hc of mine that he would - also no pressure if this is too specific of a storyline for you to write

Title: Beach Day

Word count: 1147

Little! Sarah

Cg! JJ

Warnings: none that I can think of... let me know:)

Plot: Sarah regresses and JJ takes care of her

Sarah and JJ are the only people on the beach. 2 specks in a mile of white sand and blue ocean.

The rest of the pouges are back at the hut. John B's fast asleep because he had night shift, Kie is cooking the fish that John B caught, Pope is making a rain capturer and Cloe is making a spear to make fishing easier. JJ and Sarah are trying to forage for some food to add to the store. JJ is knee deep in the water trying (and failing) to catch a fish with his hands. Sarah is supposed to be collecting some edible berries and leaves.

Currently, Sarah is sitting in front of the bush, twirling a berry in her hand as she looks out the horizon, completely lost in thought.

She stares out into the ocean as images of her father and rafe's betrayal occupy her mind.

"Sarah! I got one!" JJ shouts, holding up a fish which promptly squirms out of his hands and swims off. "Sarah?" JJ calls again, abandoning his bid to catch a fish when she doesn't respond. "Yo Sarah? You alright?"

"Hey, Sar" JJ says softly, kneeling beside her. He gently places a hand on her shoulder, finally grabbing her attention. "What's wrong?" He asks gently, sympathy and worry etched over his features.

Sarah just looks at him with wide, scared eyes. She opens her mouth to tell him but all that comes out is a sob. She launches into him. JJ catches her with one hand and steadies them both with the other.

"Whoa Sarah? What's going on?"

Sarah just hiccups and buries her head into his chest. She whines when no words come out of her mouth. This isn't the first time that she's had one of these days where her words don't work and her movements aren't quiet right and she kinda just wants to curl up in a ball with one of her childhood stuffies. But it is the first time that it's ever happened in front of other people.

The two sit like that for a while, sarah sobbing loudly into JJ's chest and JJ trying to sort out what is going on. They don't move until Sarah's sobs have slowed to the occasional sniffle and JJ has worked out the questions he wants to ask.

The way that Sarah is snuggled up to him and her soft mumbles remind him oddly of himself. As far as he's aware, noone else on the pouges regress. But noone is aware that he regresses.

"Sarah? Can you look at me?" He asks, not unkindly. When Sarah doesn't move from her position, he tilts her head up so her watery eyes meets his concerned ones.

"Feel funny..." She murmers, burying her head into his chest.

"Awe that's alright princess, have you felt like this before?" He asks smoothly, careful to keep his face neutral to not freak her out any more. She just nods against him, sniffling as she works herself up again into tears.

"Oh please don't cry! It's ok!" JJ is quick to console, rubbing her back soothingly. "I have days where I feel funny too."

The two lapse back into silence, Sarah quickly calming down in JJ's arms.

"Do you wanna help me try to catch a fish?" JJ asks when he's confident that she's calmed down. He offers up the fish as a way to distract her until its time to head back to the hut.

Sarah grins and nods her head enthusiastically. JJ takes her hand and pulls her into the water, showing her how to herd the fish towards him so he can grab them.

With her help, JJ starts to grab more fish. The two work together for hours. They probably would have caught more fish if Sarah didn't keep tripping over and scaring the fish away but JJ wasn't about to say that. They already had enough fish for the next day so he was mostly just trying to entertain her.

The two were so preoccupied with their efforts, giggling amongst each other and splashing one another, that they didn't even notice when John B and Cleo stood at the beach, watching with fond smiles.

They came to come find Sarah and JJ when they didn't come back when they were meant too. They didn't disturb the pair though, instead choosing to leave and come back with Pope and Kie.

By the time they come back, JJ and Sarah have dragged themselves out of the water and onto the beach where they were counting the fish (well, JJ was counting. Sarah was off to the side making a sandcastle).

"9, 10, 11. We caught 11 fish princess" JJ says, mostly to fill the silence. Since Sarah slipped, she's mostly been quiet so JJ has just been talking to her. He's not even sure if she's comprehending what he's saying but he doesn't want to make her feel like he's ignoring her so he's been chatting away.

"JJ? What's going on man?" John B asks, confusion clear in his face. Sarah looks up and whimpers his look, tears quickly brewing.

"Oh don't cry Sar. Look, here's a seashell. Why don't you put that on your sandcastle?" JJ jumps to distract Sarah before she dissolves into tears again.

John B just looks back at the other 3 and shrugs, confusion still clear on his face.

"Sarah? What are you doing?" Kiera tries, confusion evident in her voice. Sarah whimpers at her tone but doesn't even turn around, choosing to dump sand onto her 'sandcastle' (pile of sand).

"Quit freaking her out" JJ lectures them, not turning around either. He guts the fish while Sarah is busy with the sandcastle. The 4 just stand there, oogling the site before them.

JJ lets out a heavy sigh. "I can't explain what's going on right now but you can't just stand there looking like fools. Either help Sarah with her sandcastle, help me gut these fish or go back to doing your jobs at the hut"

This jumps the 4 back into action. Cleo and Pope head back to the cabin to finish their projects. John B sits down next to JJ and starts silently gutting the fish with him. Kie sits down next to Sarah and starts chatting to her while shaping the sandcastle.

Sarah starts babbling to Kie while dumping more sand on. JJ glances back every so often but doesn't step in. He keeps an eye on the situation but lets kiara watch Sarah.

John B, Kie, Sarah and JJ don't head back to the hut until the sun starts setting. JJ is carrying Sarah because she refused to walk.

In the morning, Sarah is sure to be embarrassed and the group will have to have a long talk but for now they're happy to just support one another without question.

[elleldoe]

Knowledge Is Pain by ElleLDoe

Corban Yaxley x OFC

(18+, Older Man/Younger Woman, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Abduction, Imprisonment, Non-Con, Deatheaters doing Deatheater things, this one is rough if you click the link be mindful to read the tags for warnings)

Somewhere between the foggy remains of a dream and a distant memory Kiera had always known certain things. In the beginning people had met it with slight amusement, the vivid imagination of a child, now Kiera knew better than to bring it up. Mandatory therapy for the delusions of a burnt-out adult was hardly something she needed when she had her life and her job to focus on. Still it seemed real, even realer when Kiera thought she recognized one of the villains, that had previously only existed in her head, on the street, even realer when he seemed to recognize her too.

[cowardlycowboys]

3 new likes on a fic I wrote when I was like 18 🤝💪👍