#toe kick storage

[hikikomorimayor]

Transitional Kitchen Inspiration for a small transitional u-shaped dark wood floor and brown floor eat-in kitchen remodel with an undermount sink, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, no island and beige countertops

[catswort]

Transitional Wine Cellar Large transitional concrete floor wine cellar photo with storage racks

[vaguely-pagan]

Contemporary Closet in Minneapolis Large, modern walk-in closet with carpeting that is gender-neutral, flat-panel cabinets, and dark wood cabinets

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader request (s): grocery run, Simon talks about “the move”

“These look good.”

You’re holding a carton of strawberries, lifting them to the ceiling to check the bottom. “Huh big guy? Do these look good?” You lean close, tickling his toes from where he’s hanging in the baby carrier on Simon’s chest. Orion giggles, beaming at you like always, and you smile right back.

Simon tries not to blurt out right then and there how much he loves you. He stems the stream fighting to fall out of his mouth, walking mindlessly behind you, Orion kicking his feet and babbling, something new that started when he was away. He’s so proud, thrilled to watch his son start to grow, start expressing himself, and it pains him all the same. He’s missed so much, and he’s going to keep missing things.

“What about some pasta?” You’re turned with an eyebrow raised, and he blinks.

“Hmm?” He palms Orion’s belly.

“Pasta. For dinner tonight?”

“Sure honey. Whatever you want.” Your head cocks, slightly, and you put a dry bag of linguine in the cart.

“Want to go pick out a jar of sauce and I’ll meet you at the yogurt?” You stretch your back. “Not sure I feel like going for scratch tonight.”

“Okay. Come on bub, let’s go get mama her sauce.”

There are too many options. He didn’t realize there could even be this many options, white, pink, red, garlic, no garlic, the list goes on.

It’s a bit of a puzzle. What do you like? He should know these things. He wants to know these things.

“What a handsome little man.” A woman appears at his elbow, leaning past him to peek at Orion. “He’s so cute.” He gives her his only attempt at a polite smile, though it’s strained and looks like a grimace.

It’s hard, pretending to be a civilian. Walking around in a grocery store like he wasn’t just pulling a trigger a week ago. His instinct is to size the woman up, analyze her for potential threats, cover the back of Ry’s head with his hand. He grits out a thanks. “Thank you.”

“He looks just like you,” she continues, smiling, “handsome like his daddy.” The sentiment curdles his stomach, and he narrows his eyes.

“His mama agrees.” Her smile turns a little embarrassed, awkward, but still present, persistent.

“I’m sure she does if she’s got two big men around.” Bloody hell.

“If you’ll excuse-“

“Simon?” You’ve just turned into the aisle with the trolley, confused at first, and then catching up quickly. You sneer at the stranger, stepping around her to point to a sauce on the shelf, your breasts grazing his forearm. “I like this one.” You say softly, sliding a hand to his lower back, glancing over at the obtrusive woman. “Will you get it for me?” He smirks.

“Of course mama.”

“Is that it?” You eye the three bags, two duffels and a backpack. He shrugs.

“Don’t really have a lot. I have a storage unit for some things in Manchester, family stuff, but I’m pretty used to jumping around. Flat I rented came furnished.” You suck in a breath, like you’re all the sudden realizing what a daunting task it is, being his. Belonging to him. Being loved by him, a man who kills for a living, a man whose possessions only fill three, four bags at most.

“Okay, well, there are drawers… in the dresser, and half the closet of course. I cleaned out some bathroom drawers too, I wasn’t sure what you’d be bringing so I made some room in the kitchen too, in case you had dishes, and-“

“Hey.” He steps close, snaking a palm around the back of your neck and stroking over your pulse point. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just… this is a big deal.”

“It is.” He hums.

“I’m not… changing my mind, just like… my flat isn’t exactly… Simon sized.” He swallows his grin, pleased at how you’ve walked right into his next topic of conversation.

“About that…” your brow creases. “I think we might be a little cramped here, mama.” You slump.

“I know…” you sound defeated and he thumbs your cheek. “I just… I don’t know what comes next. I’ve been here so long, you know? It’s my place. And what do we do?” He does know it’s your place, knows how much you love your stacks of books, your small hanging house plants that sun by the window. He loves how you decorated Orion’s room, dark green with gold stars, loves how your plates and cups and bowls are all a mix of painted pieces, ornate designs that don’t really match but always seem to fit together.

He knows it will be hard, these next steps, but he’s not afraid. He trusts he knows what’s best for his family, knows how to keep you safe, and happy. He knows you’ll love it, the one he’s picked out.

He just has to tell you now.

[kanskesims]

Kitchen Dining

[m-mihalyiova]

Wine Cellar Large

[readychilledwine]

Pleaseee please could you do obsessive acotar boys who can’t get enough of reader please?

Obsessed

Clingy ACOTAR boys headcanons

Warnings- suggestive themes, mentions of abuse, possessive vibes, death, different ideas I either tossed out or was too insecure to post in short form (including an AU where Feyre doesn't destroy Spring and Tamlin isn't turned into what he's turned into), Beron, abuse, the Weaver, Ianthe, pregnancy

Rhysand

The bond snapped after Feyre freed them from the mountain. You were walking with her, giggling about heading home to Spring.

Of course, his mate was his enemy's little sister, and of course that only further the obsession.

Rhys wanted to free you from under Tamlin's grasp, and it became his mission.

It started with daily letters that you ignored.

Then gifts brought to you by shadows.

Then he'd show up in your room. Smiling as he leaned back against your headboard. "Hello y/n Darling."

You caved after 2 weeks of his nightly visits. Allowing him to plan your "kidnapping"

He rips you from Spring with Feyre. Having convinced Tamlin that if he was so worried about his bride to be, he should send his baby sister as a chaperone.

Once he has you in his home, in your home, those soft touches you two shared at night were no longer enough

His lips were on your body constantly. Your hands, your neck, your own soft lips.

Speaking of hands, I hope you like physical contact, because he has to constantly touch you.

In public, the placement is so respectful. Lower back to the lower side, resting just about your hips, guiding you as you shop and spend his money.

When you finally warm his bed, he cancels all plans the next day to ensure he has proper time to explore your body.

He memorized every freckle, every stretch mark, every scar. He doesn't stop until he knows every ticklish spot, every spot that makes your toes curl.

His love languages are gifts and physical touch, so once you opened that box, you opened a whole can of worms.

You are pulled into unused bedrooms, his office, Azriel and Cassian's offices when they're away, supply closets. He doesn't stop until he's tasted you on every surface and in every room.

I wish you luck during the frenzy. He won't stop until you are throughly spent and bred. How else will he ensure you never leave him?

Cassian

He had admired you while you two were growing up together in Windhaven.

He watched you do your chores and got his ass kicked for it more than he wants to admit.

Even at a young age, Cassian courted you. He didn't care that the flowers he was pulling were weeds. He still turned them into a bouquet or had Rhysand's mother weave them into your hair.

That didn't change as you two grew older together. By 18, it was known you were his, and by that point, everyone knew not to fuck with what's Cassian's.

He wouldn't touch you until your chores were done, wanting to spare you what little pain he could from your father's heavy hand.

Cassian wasn't respectful with his hand placement. The male has always had high sex drive, and he found his match in you.

You and Cassian shamelessly fucked in places that had your dear mother crying. The weapon storage shed. The forest. The mess hall once it was empty.

It was no shock to anyone, especially not you and Cassian, when the bond snapped right as he was leaving for the first war with Hybern.

When he came home to you and took you to Velaris, all bets were off. Rhys settled you two into the House of Wind, Azriel into the Riverhouse, and he took the townhouse.

The two of them never flew to the House of Wind without warning you or Cassian first. To do so had them risking walking in on you riding or Cassian with his head thrown back as you screamed for him.

Cassian can't stop touching you. He can't stop talking about you. He can't stop being in love with you. Even if the only way he knows how to show it is physically.

Not that you're complaining. You didn't need to walk anywhere today.

Azriel

Azriel worshipped you the second Rhysand's mother brought you back to the cabin.

Your voice became salvation, your scent became home, and your hands healed part of him he did not even know was broken.

The bond snapped young for you two. He had just turned 18, and you were still 16. He took his distance then, allowing you to explore the world much to your own protests. You understood why after two years.

It was the most selfless thing anyone had ever done for you. He allowed you to grow without his influence, despite how painful it had to have been watching you with other males.

Your father sees this whole relationship and mateship as a benefit to him alone. He takes you and Azriel to Velaris during the war.

He unknowingly allowed the relationship to go to heights he had already said were off limits to Azriel.

The number of times you had to mask your scent during dinner because a shadow was all too happily playing in your skirts was almost comical.

The relationship between you two is never able to go beyond heated kisses, stolen touches, and lingering glances.

Even in death, Azriel comes to you, speaking to you when he's lost and lonely.

He still obsessed over you, wishing he had more time, wishing he was with you. But the pain lessened.

Being ripped from the Cauldron by Amren was painful and terrifying.

You had a new body, modeled after your old one. You were slightly taller this time, and your face was still able to send males to war.

As much as it pained Azriel, he allowed Rhysand to be the first to you. He allowed your brother to be the one to hold you as you cried, confused and asking where you were. He let Mor go next, then Amren listening as the ancient being told you it was okay and that your purpose was not finished, so she was told to bring you back. Cassian dropped to his knees before you. Holding you as he apologized.

But Azriel waited. He walked beside you in silence as you were taken to the warcamp.

All bets were off once you were in his tent.

You don't know if you rushed to him first or if he came to you, but that reunion kiss was rough. Too much teeth and tongue. Tears falling down both of your faces.

He took things slowly with you. Your first life granted you powers like the world had never seen before, and this time was no different. You could move the stars at will, silence the connect other fae shared with their magic without even having to loosen a breath.

It was final confirmation of what many already knew. Rhysand was high lord due to his cock, not his power, and that sheer fact had Azriel on his knees for you once you were ready.

You are his living goddess, and Azriel is always ready to worship.

Lucien

Eris saved both of you. He had sent you to Spring long before you could be ripped from the market in autumn.

Lucien joined you soon after. Crying to the Mother in gratitude the second you came out from hiding behind Tamlin.

You were a rare breed of lesser fae. Your kind looked similar to the high fae by all means, but your kind had the ability to communicate with every living being.

You knew the names of each tree, of each flower, every critter. You could hear the winds whispers, see the colors he asked you to, and tell them all the meaning.

Your kind had been hunted for years, much like the shadowsingers.

It made Lucien almost unbearable when it came to his protective streak. But so did this new freedom.

Lucien is shamelessly in love with you. As an emissary, he gets to travel places you will never see. But he always brings you something back because you are always on his mind.

He brings you ornaments from Winter, jewelry from Day, sea shells from Summer, clothing from Dawn.

Lucien will speak about you for hours on end. It makes Tamlin crazy at times, but seeing how naturally you two fit together quickly makes the sting of jealousy fade.

Lucien purposes under a willow tree. Your absolute favorite one that you go to for guidance. Even if the bond does not snap, he wants you as his wife.

And boy does being his wife make things interesting.

He is suddenly growling at any male who studies your body for too long. Holding you from behind at all times. Showering you with even more things.

The bond snaps after Amarantha mutilated him. It snapped as you were nursing him back to health. Reminding him his beauty has nothing to do with why you love him, but instead it is his kindness and his soul.

You two become mutually obsessed from that point forward. More often than not, you will send a bird to shit on someone if they harm Lucien in any sense.

You both can not keep your hands to yourself anymore. It was as if that scar actually sealed his place as the most handsome male you had ever laid eyes on.

He sends you away to the forest when the 50 years is coming to a close. Not caring if he dies for it.

You would be his last thought if he did. And during that second trial, you were his only thought.

Everything he had done was for your safety, and if he ever saw you again, he would whisper those one thousand words he wanted to say as he laid between your legs, and he would never let go again.

Eris

Childhood best friends to lovers? Anyone? Anyone?

Well... kind of childhood best friends.

You met Eris when he was 6 and you were 5.

Your parents were one of two shadow hound breeders, and Beron was desperate to get his hands on one of your family's pups specifically.

You had this special talent that you could use from the moment you were able to. You seemed to know which hounds needed to be bred together to create the most powerful litters. And you did it all without inbreeding.

Your family quickly took hold of the other breeder's dogs, and you, your father's pride and joy, made their lives better.

Eris becomes obsessed with you from that day forward, and Beron knows it. Hence why you two are married at the young ages of 18 and 17.

Eris is madly in love and in private is very expressive of that.

He shows his love through praise.

"You look absolutely stunning today, little fox," is a common greeting as he brings you a tray of fresh fruits, eggs, breakfast meat of choice, and toast.

The sap cuts your toast into a heart.

He's a hopeless romantic, and it kills you that no one is able to see how he is with you outside of his mother amd your parents who are waiting for the day they get to go to war for him.

The second you end up pregnant, Eris's love turned into true obsession and not the healthy normal kind between partners.

He becomes possessive and overprotective. Your suddenly moved to one of his private hunting cabins with a guard detail and private healer assigned to you and you only.

He has to have his hands on you at all times. The only exception is when he is at the Forest House.

It is love. You know that deep down, but Gods, you are lonely.

You understand why this is happening, though, when he shows up beaten and bruised, limping into your arms for any sense of comfort.

His obsession is your safety. The safety of the lives you carry.

Once you birth his twins, the game changes. The obsession is now on him not being able to get enough of your new body.

Your mom body lives rent-free in Eris's mind. He's stroked himself in his office to the thought of your fuller breasts and supple hips more times than he'd like to admit.

He loves to squeeze your hips, loving the soft feel of them.

He would have gone to war for you beforehand. He does it now.

He wants to see a crown of leaves and berries on your head, sparkling but failing in comparison to the gem he has in his bed.

He crowns you high lady during his coronation.

You are his, and he is yours, regardless of that bond never snapping. You two do not need the Mother nor the Cauldron to decide you are each other's equal and other halves. You already know.

Tamlin

You knew you were Tamlin's mate long before Amarantha. You were a well kept secret, hidden out of fear of Rhysand coming to take you as well.

You made home in The Middle. Becoming friends with the Weaver was interesting, but you two forged a relationship. You bring her food, she offers protection, so yes. You kept her fed.

Tamlin comes back for the second he allows Rhysand to take Feyre.

You two spend the week she is there in bed, fucking like rabbits until he was content.

It's dead silence when Feyre comes back. He had expected Rhysand to keep her, not hold up his end of the bargain, and he also believed their relationship to be over.

Rhys was an idiot if he thought Tamlin couldn't scent the mating bond. He was willingly handing her over, and the High Lord had to aggressively whisper that to Rhys one night in his office to get it through the other male's thick skull.

It took Tamlin tugging the bond for you for Rhysand to understand.

The Lord of Night was almost disgusted by the love and mutual need you and Tamlin shared. He felt the two of you marked him in the scent of roses and petrichor.

The two of them sat Feyre down 3 days later, and she eagerly went to Night after Tamlin finally got her to understand that while he loves her, he cannot help her and love her the way Rhys will be able to.

That freed you two up, much to Ianthe's anger, to make up for lost time all over again.

He lives between your thighs. No one can change my mind, but Tamlin is a munch, and he cannot get enough of the taste of you.

When you find out Ianthe put her hands on him, on Rhysand, on Lucien you and Feyre become a force. Ianthe selling Feyre's sisters to Hybern had been enough for you and Tamlin to begin the process of banishing her. But much to Tamlin's delight, this made you feral.

Feyre crippled the priestess, and you dragged her by her bleach and tone blonde hair to the Weaver, smiling to Stryga.

"Feyre's apology present for stealing the ring, dear friend." Feyre held a breath, fingers squeezing your wrist as the Weaver moved, scenting Ianthe's fear, blood, and tears.

"And what is this?"

The two of you look at each other, mirrored cruel smiles before speaking in unison, "Dinner."

Tamlin, Lucien, and Rhysand watched from a distance as Feyre retreated to them, and you stayed to ensure the priestess did not somehow escape. "I can see why you love her," Rhysand started slowly. "She's-"

"Everything," Tamlin stated softly. "She is everything."

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Licence to Thrill || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: You give Charles the ride of his life when he’s running late to an important event. Warnings: 18+ only, illegal driving, sexual innuendos, fluff WC: 2.7k

F1 Masterlist || Based on this request

“No, no, no, shit.” Charles’ curses woke you up and you rubbed your bleary eyes as he tossed the blankets back, cold air rushing over your skin. You immediately missed the warmth of his body where he had been spooning you all night and grabbed your phone to see the time.

“Fuck!” Charles growled as his little toe caught the corner of the bedpost, again, and you leapt up to get dressed too. “We are so late, mon amour.”

He had been looking forward to the charity football game all week and the prospect of missing the kick off made him clumsy in his rush. While you pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt he struggled to get one leg into his team’s black football shorts, falling twice as he lost his balance. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured as you curled an arm around his waist to steady him. “I shouldn’t have kept you up so late.”

He grabbed a shirt before sparing a moment to press his lips to your forehead. “Don’t be, I enjoyed myself very much.”

“Oh, I know, and I’m pretty sure my neighbours know it too,” you teased as you took your shirt from his hands and tossed him the correct shirt with his name and driver number on the back. “Come on, get that sexy ass moving.”

He laughed as you squeezed his butt when he bent down to tie his shoes. “Hands off the goods, honey, I’m not a piece of meat.”

“Keep telling yourself that, handsome,” you shot back as he made for the stairs and you locked the house behind you.

“Shit,” Charles groaned as he hit his head on the steering wheel. “I am stupid.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked, leaning over to see the dashboard. “You forgot to put petrol in again, didn’t you?”

“I was in a rush to get here last night,” he admitted sheepishly. “I’ll call Arthur to come get us.”

“I can take us.” You opened your handbag and found your keys as well as the remote for the garage door.

“Wait, you drive?”

“Of course I do,” you laughed as you climbed out of the Pista.

He quickly hopped out his side to follow. “I didn’t even know you had a licence. Why am I only just learning this now?”

“You never asked,” you said with a shrug, “and you always offer to pick me up.”

“Because I thought you didn’t drive.”

You giggled as you hit the remote and the door lifted up. “What did you think was in the garage?”

“Storage? Chérie,” he sighed as he followed you down the driveway that passed by the front door that he had a key for and he pointed to it. “I’ve never come in your backdoor, how should I know?” You cocked an eyebrow up with a smirk and he rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Well, just so you know, the garage is where I park my car.” You waved a hand to the opened door and Charles whistled as he saw the gleaming black hood catch the morning sun. He automatically started walking to the drivers side and you tutted at him. “Don’t even think about it, love. That’s my baby.”

“But-“

“No buts, if you want to make it to the match on time you ride shotgun.” You grabbed his shoulders and turned him in the direction of the other door and he grumbled as he started to walk around. “If it’s any consolation, you can pick the music.”

The door creaked open and slammed shut behind him before he groaned and you laughed as you climbed in to see him holding his phone, the Spotify app useless with the old radio. “Forgot to mention, she only takes cassette tapes.”

“You know you can update the stereo,” he pointed out as he opened the glove compartment and rifled through the stacks of old cassettes. “Fleetwood Mac. Michael Jackson. There’s nothing from this century.”

“Hey, don’t hate on them. They are classics and this is a classic car.” You turned the key and grinned as he dropped the tape at the sudden roar that was deafening in the small garage. “You might want to buckle up, baby.”

“Why are there racing harnesses in here?” he asked as he pulled the five point harness over his shoulders and bucked it in.

“You probably shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” you admitted as you shoved a random mixtape into the radio and turned the volume dial up.

The kick drum intro to Ram Jam’s  Black Betty thumped from the speakers as you pushed down the clutch and put the ‘70 Dodge Charger into gear. The full force of the V8 engine drove your body back into the seat as the car hurtled forward and burst into the sunlight. Charles latched onto the handle above his door and while the other hand pressed against the dash and his knees tucked up like he was preparing for impact.

“I’m trying not to be insulted here,” you huffed as you pushed his knee down between shifting gears. “I may not have a super licence like some people, but I have never crashed.”

A terrified scream erupted as you burst out of the driveway and pulled the handbrake, kicking the back wheels out as you drifted into the quiet suburban street and took off with a trail of burnt rubber. Your neighbours wouldn’t be too happy but you didn’t care as long as you got Charles to where he needed to be on time.

You spared a glance over to your boyfriend and saw the whites of his eyes as they stared at the road ahead and his knuckles turned white from the tight gripe he held. “Chérie, road, road, cars, look, traffic, look at the road. The road!”

He turned to you wide eyed as you approached the busy intersection at full speed before hitting the brake. You held his eye contact as you shifted down the gears before coming to a gentle stop at the lines in front of the traffic light and he exhaled in relief.

“You’re fucking crazy,” he said but the words were warm and his smile was one amazement as the adrenaline hit him. His hands tugged the harness until it was snug and he settled into the seat as you waited for the light to turn green. “I’m ready this time.”

“Good, because we won’t make it if I stop for every red light.”

“Wait, what?” The light changed and you put your foot to the floor as Charles chuckled nervously. “You’re joking right?”

“If it helps, sure,” you shrugged, weaving in and out of the cars and ignoring the angry honks of their horns. “Do you think I could take your car for a spin?”

“Absolutely…not.” 

You narrowed your eyes as he got your hopes up and almost missed the turn that would shave a few seconds off the travel time. Any normal person would have struggled to stay upright in their seat but Charles’ line of work made it easy for him to tense his abdominals and neck so he barely moved as the mass shifted and the back wheels drifted behind the turn.

“What if I let you drive this?” you bartered as the road straightened out and you reached speeds high enough to instantly lose your licence and the car. 

“Oh, mon amour,” he murmured as he chewed his bottom lip and he debated the offer before looking at his watch. “If you get me there before kick off you have a deal.”

He should have known you wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity very few people got and the smile you gave him gave him pause as he wondered what he had just got himself into.

“It’s going to be tight,” you muttered as you saw the time, just catching the hint of a smile on his face. “But doable.”

Charles watched with fascination. He saw your eyes scanning the road far ahead, making plans and contingency plans for the hazards that you might face. All the while you blindly shifted up the gears with your feet working in tandem, releasing the accelerator as you double clutched for a smoother transition. 

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” he chuckled in disbelief as you took a corner with enough speed that he knew there had to be some g-force working against you, but you didn’t even notice as you gripped the wheel tight and exited the apex without slowing down.

“I’m pretty sure if you were dreaming we would be doing something else, not driving.”

“I’m not sure now, I’m finding this extremely hot. You could pull over and make that dream come true?”

“And miss out on driving your baby? No way.” You shook your head with a laugh before biting your lip. “It is tempting, but I have to think of the children. They would be very disappointed if you didn’t show up for the match.”

“And Pierre, I don’t think he would forgive me.”

“I said children didn’t I. Oh, shit.” You ripped the handbrake and did a 180 as you missed the street you needed. “Stop distracting me.”

The stadium was just up ahead and you could see the parking lot on the other side of the overpass but there was only one road to get there. Unless you wanted to drive the long way around but then you would be late.

“Amour, that’s a one way street,” Charles pointed out as you headed to the underground pass. “You’re going the wrong way. There’s traffic cameras here too.”

“You’re right,” you huffed before twisting the wheel a little to the left then all the way to the right. The suspension would not like the pressure you were putting it under but she spun around and you shoved the car in reverse and draped your arm across Charles’ chair as you looked over your shoulder. “Wouldn’t want to get a fine.”

The engine roared inside the tunnel as you pushed the limits of the gear and you swerved through the lanes. You were grateful that it wasn’t rush hour traffic so there were only a few drivers angry with your recklessness before you burst out of the tunnel, through the intersection and into the parking lot. 

The stadium was quiet since the event was only televised but there were still lots of media crews at the entrance and they all turned your way as the back of your car careened towards them. You reached the last row of empty parking spaces and pulled the handbrake, whipping the front around and coming to a stop beside the gate entrance.

“Twelve seconds to spare,” you laughed as you drummed your fingers on the steering wheel. “That will be twenty euros and a five star rating, s’il vous plaît.”

“Just enough time to change my shorts,” he joked as he pushed his door open.

“Good thing they are black this year,” you retorted with a laugh as you tossed him his boots he would have forgotten. “Go, I’ll meet you inside.”

He blew a kiss as he took off at a jog and waved to the stunned reporters who were still recording.

“Is that Y/N?” A female presenter asked her male colleague.

“Leclerc’s girlfriend?” He laughed and shook his head. “No way. This has to be some stunt.”

You drove more sedately to a spot a few spaces away where you spotted Pierre’s car and parked beside it before killing the engine and letting the silence settle. Adjusting your mirror, you saw everyone still watching, waiting to see who it was being the wheel.

“I told you,” the woman gasped as she elbowed the man. “It was her! Do you have a moment?”

“Sorry, games about to kick off,” you apologised as you rushed past and into the stadium just in time to see Charles faceplant. “Ohh,” you gasped along with the others watching before cupping your hands around your mouth. “Yellow card ref!”

“He tripped over himself,” Kika whispered as she joined you.

“Oh I know, I just thought he could use a little 15 minute rest.” You grinned as you gave her a kiss on the cheek. “He’s had a rough morning.”

“What happened?”

“He stubbed his toe.” Your phone started vibrating and you pulled it out of your pocket to see your twitter notifications blowing up. “Huh, that was quick. The devil works hard but F1 fans work harder.”

You showed her the thread which started with a short clip of your car thrashing it down the street, Charles holding on for dear life. You chuckled as you saved it to show him later, knowing he would get a kick out of it too.

“Yeah, I don’t think that was the stubbed toe, hun…” she hummed.

“Meh,” you shrugged, pocketing the device so you could concentrate on the game.

Charles and Pierre’s team won the match and you climbed over the baluster to jump down to the grass as the pair jogged over. Charles swept you up with a proud grin as he spun around.

“Well played, handsome,” you praised as you brushed his sweaty hair back into place before helping yourself to a quick kiss.

“Wouldn’t have made it without you, chérie.”

Pierre clapped him on the shoulder and nodded his head to the reporters waiting for a post match interview and he reluctantly placed your feet back on the ground.

“Well, this should be interesting,” you muttered to Kika as you waved to the camera that remained pointed at you until Charles said something.

“Just how bad was your driving?” she asked curiously.

“Bad? Oh it wasn’t bad,” you chuckled. “My driving is actually very good, if I do say so myself. It was just a little faster than he was expecting.”

She curled an eyebrow up. “He goes 200 mph for a living.”

“Yeah, funny right.”

Charles was still catching his breath when the microphone was held in front of him and could see videos of his entrance playing on the big screens around the stadium. Pierre’s eyebrows disappeared under his hair in surprise as he saw the black Charger spinning to a stop and his friend climbing out.

“No fucking way,” Pierre laughed as he looked back at you laughing with his girlfriend. “That’s awesome.”

“I know right,” Charles said with a proud smile. “You should have seen it, she was going full on sideways through these corners, it was insane.”

“So, Charles, I'm sure this comes as no surprise,” the reported began, “but we have some questions about your girlfriend, after the entrance she made.”

“You have some questions?” He threw his head back and laughed. “I have some questions! I had no idea she could drive like that.”

“Her father is a rally driver. Did you really never suspect anything?”

“My mother is a hairdresser, doesn’t mean I am good at cutting hair. Why do you think I wore a bandana during lockdown? I butchered it that’s why.” He brushed his hair back that had thankfully grown back after his terrible attempt and laughed to himself. “So no, I didn’t assume she could drive because her father can.”

The interview finally turned to the football match and then a little bit about the upcoming race before Charles was able to escape. He held up a finger and mouthed one minute as he made a detour to the few fans that had been invited. He talked with some of them, shaking hands and signing autographs.

You wolf whistled loudly as Charles took his shirt off and he grinned without even having to check who it came from before he gave it to a fan and waved goodbye. You knew you were staring as he jogged back and you knew you weren’t the only one, but he only had eyes for you as he gave you a wink and draped his arm over your shoulder.

“How cool is that shot,” he said as he looked up at the screens still playing a rotation of highlights from the game and your arrival. “There’s just one way to make it better.”

“Excuse me?” you dared him to criticise your driving but his charming smile only grew wider.

“Do it in a Ferrari.”

[kkcauseway]

Scrubs Up

No outbreak!Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: 1.4k of pure fluff… it’s just Joel being stupidly cute shaving your legs in the bath, he’s just so fucking cute. Content/warnings: so much flufffff! Joel miller being completely unsubtle, but also being the most doting husband.🫶🏻 no use of y/n, no outbreak.

Main masterlist I Wedding day fluff I Drunk reader fluff

You’re completely at peace in your rose scented bubble blanket. Joel ran you the most amazing bath for when you made it home from work, because as per usual the man knows what you need before you even know you need it yourself.

Your boss has been unnecessarily harsh lately, and after calling him on your lunch break and breaking down for the second time this week, he knew he needed to do something to help get your mind off it once you made it home. He even lit all your favourite candles and sat them on the sink, so you were hit with vanilla when you walked into the room- it was a more than necessary amount, but you love him so much for it.

You’re resting in the perfect warm water, eyes closed with you so at peace with finally able to forget about your shitty day and instead you reminisce on your wonderful life with Joel. How amazing he makes you feel and how cute he is for running the bath for you and for ordering Chinese takeout- your favourite.

A knock at the bathroom door draws your attention away from your thoughts. On opening your eyes you’re met with your husband’s gaze as he peers his head round the door smiling at you before walking in and shutting the door behind him. “Hey baby” he utters.

“Hi” you smile at him so happy. Admiring his frame, his messy curly hair that’s just that bit too long, but you find it absolutely perfect and so he won’t cut it, the white t shirt he’s wearing slightly too tight on his biceps, dark blue jeans that hug him just right and feet bare.

When he moves towards you brining over a storage box and sits right at the side of the bath you can’t help but giggle. “What the heck are you doin’?”

“I got bored.”

You laugh “bored?”

“I missed you” he puts that adorable pouty face on that you fell for as he shrugs.

“Baby I’ve been gone like twenty minutes” you kick your legs under the water toes quickly popping out before hiding amongst the bubbles again; he can’t help but stare. “S’too long, so v’brought my book in” he holds it up with a smug smile on his face “and m’gonna sit with my baby keep her company.”

“Cutie, but since when do you read?”

He leans over to kiss you briefly “I read plenty thanks” before making himself comfortable sitting back with a groan. You can’t help but stare as he opens his book up and licks his finger in order to turn the page. You just lie back watching for a moment as this man stays fully ‘engrossed’ in his book.

“Is it good?” You quiz playfully into the silence.

“Uhu, yeah great.” It’s the most unenthusiastic response as he licks his finger again and turns the page.

Laughing you add “you know the books upside down, right?”

“Oh, is it?” He peers over the top, chuckling, his eyes unmoving from yours as he turns it the right way. “Ooops, guess I was distracted.”

“Hmmm, anyone would think you drew me this bath just so you could come and perv on me.” You chuckle and the smug look that plasters his face gives you your answer immediately, but he gasps playfully “that’s outrageous.”

You shake your head before throwing it back on a full belly laugh, you couldn’t love him more if you tried. With that he then looks back to the words on the page seemingly engrossed on whatever he’s reading, so you get back to bathing yourself.

When you pick up your razor and lift your left leg to rest on the side of the bath his eyes pop up over the book. You pretend not to notice shaving away, but it isn’t long till his gaze burns. You run the razor along your leg a few more times before chuckling. Turning to look his way his cheeks begin staining red- he knows he’s caught. “If you’re gonna stare the least you could do is offer to do it for me” you jest before laughing again your breasts popping out of the water as you do.

He licks his lips at the sight before shrugging “I’ll do it for yah.”

“You will?”

You didn’t expect that kind of a response from him.

“Course” he closes and puts the book down on the floor before moving his makeshift seat over so he can reach your leg easily.

“This one’s done” you put the leg back into the water “but she’s all yours” you giggle lifting your right leg out. He takes it into his grasp running his large palm up and down the length of it before clasping your foot “you painted ‘em again.” You hum in response as he admires the baby blue polish on your toes. Gently brushing his thumb over the polish on your big toe.

You love that about him, he notices everything, every slight change.

That one hand keeps hold of your foot as he takes the razor from you with the other “now hold still” he urges.

You nod “yes sir,” completely engrossed in the fact he’s actually going to do this for you. You watch intently as he sticks his tongue between his lips and gently runs the razor along your leg in soft, even strokes. It tickles, sending goosebumps to your entire body. How is it possible that him doing something as simple as shaving your leg makes you horny? It’s the intimacy of it, leg hair could be embarrassing, with anyone else you know it would be, but with Joel, he’s always made you feel so beautiful no matter what that it’s normal. You could stay in this moment forever. Every touch is so meaningful, so full of love.

Each glide of the razor is done with so much care. And you can tell he’s enjoying himself the smirk plastered on his face grows as he shaves, and you moan at how much it tickles.

When finished he places the razor back down and you expect he will just drop your leg, but he doesn’t. He rinses it off by cupping some water into his palm and lets it fall over your leg and then he leans down to place the most delicate kiss on your foot, you can’t help but moan. This continues all the way up the side of your leg he kisses, nibbles and licks till he reaches the crease in your knee.

“I love you” he mumbles into the skin there.

“I love you too.” You squeak out, breathless from the moment.

As he pulls his face away from your leg, he gently drops it back into the water “y’ready t’get out now?”

You hum in response, looking up to him with slightly hooded eyes. You could get out yourself you know full well, but you like him doting on you, so instead you make grabby hands at him and force him to help pull you up. He keeps one of your hands in his to help you climb onto the bathmat. He stands with you moving the box out of the way before grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your body, cuddling you close. “Mmmm, you smell like strawberries” he grumbles.

“Your favourite right?” You look up at him with a smile.

He’s always been obsessed with your hair since you first met, the first time you kissed he’d grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to him as your tongues danced with one another. As he pulled away, he placed a delicate kiss to your forehead which is when he first got hit with the strawberry smell. Funnily enough it was the first time you’d used it, and ever since then it’s the only one you’ll use. It binds you together, it’s important, a part of your story, one you hope never to forget. Now all he ever wants to do is bury his face into your hair as he breathes in the strawberry scent. He says it’s one of the things he loves most about you, strawberries.

He meets your eyes with a cheeky smile “anythin’ n’everythin’ to do with you is my favourite gorgeous girl.” And with that he kisses you. “Now come on Chinese will be here soon gotta make sure you’re comfy in bed before it gets here.”

He melts your heart, loving him more is impossible.

Main masterlist I wedding day fluff I drunk reader fluff

[redbleedingrose]

Girl Dad!Cassian x reader Headcanons

A/N: I love me some girl dad Bat boys and Vanserra bros. TBH all the ACOTAR males would make incredible girl dads and I was just thinking about Cassian today. Anyway, this is for @augustinerose I know that it has been tough recently, so I hope this made you smile. <3

Cassian is a girls girl. He LOVES his daughter, and wants his babe to be able to express herself in any way she wants. So he def lets his daughter paint his nails pink and purple, and grins so wide when she smacks a kiss onto his cheek calling him pretty. And he takes real good care to paint her nails all nice and clean.

Cass is also happy to let his pretty princess put some makeup on him, with the blue eyeshadow and red lips. Male is not even the slightest bit embarrassed when you walk into your home to find him sitting on the floor so that your daughter can reach his face, six bows of all colors in his hair that is half braided and half curled, with your reddest shade of lipstick being smeared all over him. The guilty look from your babe stealing your makeup is too cute, and you settle down into Cass’ lap and ask her to do your hair and makeup too.

He would die for this child, and do practically anything to see a smile on her face, so he is gonna wear the purple tutu and tiara for his girl, and he is absolutely gonna have his pinky pointing out while he sips water from a tiny princess tea cup cuz his baby girl scolded him for not using "proper etticuite daddy."

Occasionally, she can also rope in Az and Rhys and they might roll their eyes and moan and groan, but they are gonna do anything for that little girl because they adore her and she is the only baby girl in the family so far. They spoil her like no other. You had to practically ban Rhys from getting her anymore dresses because there was no more storage in your home, and you nearly threw him into the Sidra when he offered to add another room to your home so he could fill it up with more jewelry and shoes and tutus for the ��night court princess”

And on starfall, she does little dance routines for the whole family but she willet all shy about dancing her little ballerina routine in front everyone in the inner circle, so he helps her out and dances by her side even getting on his tippy toes despite everyone is snickering at him, this big burly male twirling around with his muscled arms pointed to the sky with his "mini me"

He loves pretending to chomp and eat her ruddy cheeks because it makes her cackle from deep in her tummy, and he is always blowing raspberries into her chubby belly. Don’t even get me started on those chunky thighs, and stinky feet. Cass wants to cry every single time he thinks about his pretty princess growing up. He wants her to stay young forever, to never worry about a single thing, to make sure that he can always watch over her and protect her.

When she was a newborn, he would steal her from the bassinet and take her on flights, wrapping her tiny wings into a wooly blanket to make sure they stay warm and cozy, and he would spend hours just flying around and telling her stories about his life, and stories about you. His favorite topic to talk about to her while she snoozes away is how much he loves you and how much he loves her. His obsession with his girls is truly a next level of adoration.

Ugh AND he loves cutting up fruit for her, and she just walks around munching on it with her tiny fist around the fruit and juices smeared across her cheeks. An he is always so gentle about wiping away the juices with a wet rag, having her sitting on the counter with her tiny legs swinging back and forth kicking his corded thighs while he cleans her ups and smooches her ruddy cheeks when he is done

Let us also discuss how Cassian learned how to braid hair by the Valkaryie warriors, and so he is the expert when it comes to doing her hair. Male can do twists and plaits so fast and instinctually, its insane. Most days, you have him doing your own hair. Oh, and she was born with a TUFT of hair that he would play with to soothe her. It is thick and dark just like his, and curls at the end, and he thinks it is one of his favorite features that he passed on to her.

OOOHHHH and imagine him teaching her to fly when she finally has the strength to control those muscles. She is all frustrated with fat tears rolling down her ruddy cheeks cuz “is too hard daddy” and he is down on one knee in front of her, rubbing his large hands over her tiny shoulders hushing her little cries, “s’okay baby, you’re right, it is hard,” and he smooches her cheek and pulls back to stare into her big eyes, “but you know what sweet girl? You can do it. It might take some time and practice, like most things do, but you will do it. And I will be here every step of the way, ‘kay?” And she sniffles, rubbing her tears away with a tiny fist and snuggles into his big chest while nodding.

Every birthday, he buys her a bouquet of flowers. And he also buys you a bouquet of flowers, making sure to thank you for the best gift he has ever received.

Okay maybe I will add more to this later, but this all I got for now, I hope you enjoyed!!!

[rikosseen]

Taehoon Seong x Reader: Breast implants

Anon request

Taehoon is a pretty boy. That, everyone knows. Perfect physique, perfect face, perfect lashes, perfect everything. God, his eyelashes are long. How is this fair? Who’s he even fluttering those lashes for? Eyelash serums don’t even help to grow your lashes. Letting out a heavy breath through your nose, you continue to watch Taehoon snoring soundly. What a cutie patootie. What a majestic king.

MY majestic king.

Just as you were about to plant a kiss on his cheek, Hobin walks into the living room with a yawn. The two of you lock eyes for a moment.

“How sound asleep is he?”

You quirk your eyebrow at him before looking over at Taehoon, and put up all ten of your fingers. Confused, you give Hobin a questioning look until he points to a storage cabinet.

Oh.

Simultaneously, the two of you rub your hands together like little flies before dashing off to find some props.

.

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Taehoon Seong, test subject number 1, is currently strapped onto the Sofa with what appears to be sewing thread. Subject is breathing, and looks… adequate. Hobin is trying his hardest to hold in a snort as you insert Taehoon’s breast implants in his shirt. After you’re done, you back off a bit to check how your work went. Hmm. A little lopsided, but, titties are sisters, not twins. You and Hobin exchange a look of approval and thumbs up before continuing on with Taehoon’s makeover. How he still wasn’t awake, you didn’t know. But, it’s essential to utilise the time given by the universe to do good in the world. Hobin hands you a few random pieces of ribbon to use for pigtails but quickly drops them when Taehoon stirs in his sleep. The two of you suck in your breath, trying to be completely silent. Taehoon’s eyebrows knit together before he slowly blinks into consciousness. Both you and Hobin scramble to his feet, massaging it and praising his perfectly shaped toes. Hobin even kisses them, and you can’t help but snicker at this. You back away from massaging it for a second. Does Taehoon wash them? Pheeoww.

“What the fuck-?” Taehun looks down, and one out of the two of his breast implants pop.

“What the FUCK?!” Oh he’s angry.

Like a raging animal, the love of your life breaks free from his chains (thread), and sets his target on your subordinate. You scamper away from Taehun as he grabs your partner in crime by the hair. Take one for the team, Hobin. Poor guy gets slapped and kicked, but you can’t help chortling like a donkey when all your attention is on Taehoon’s remaining boob. It jiggles and bounces around with his movements, and you consider becoming a plastic surgeon from your amazing work. Taehoon obviously notices this because you don’t stop laughing, and quickly pops the balloon tit, furiously storming toward you. You try to get up, but to no avail. Stomach hurts too much, and stamina is all gone.

“My pretty boy-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Taehoon picks you up, throws you on the Sofa, and starts tickling you.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A special sort of craving 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: A stranger appears at your cafe and leaves you unsettled.

Part of the Backwood AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The quiet one goes out with another tray for the lively partygoers. You’ve permitted Katherine to join the furor as she was much too distracted to be of any true help. As it is, you’re about to send your second helper home to get her out of the frenzy. She’s ill-equipped for it and you can handle things just fine on your own. 

As you wait for her to return, you continue to clear and stack the trays. You’re certain Frigga won’t mind if you leave them and return to pick them up tomorrow. Little good you’re doing here as Thor sows the last of his wild oats. Yet, you hardly think a number is going to change much. 

The door swings open and you look up, expecting that quiet girl and her doleful eyes. Its not her. Shit. Of course he’s there. 

“Ah, there you are, sweetie pie,” Lloyd calls with a keen smirk at his lazy pun. “I’ve been looking for you all night.” 

“I’m working,” you continue your work, setting a stack on the cart. “Go, enjoy the party--” 

“I didn’t come to deal with the drunken idiot,” he insists as he looms on the other side of the able, “I came for the dessert.” 

“Those aren’t out yet, you’ll have to wait,” you ignore him for your work.  

You can sense him as he inches towards the corner of the big metal table. You try not to react. It’s exactly what he’s looking for. You might not know much of city folk but you have a good idea. You don’t want to feed his ego, he might just hurt himself if it inflates any bigger. 

“I’m not talking about cake, well, not like that,” he snickers as he comes closer and closer. 

“Ew, would you not? I really don’t have time--” you begin as you slice berries. 

“Sure ya do. Everyone’s off their head. They don’t care about your shortcake, sweetheart.” 

“Not interested, for the last time--” 

He reaches for you and you turn, pointing the paring knife at him. His eye glints and he tilts his head. He takes a deep breath and lets out a sinister laugh. 

“Don’t be stupid. You shouldn’t pull a knife unless you’re prepared to use it,” his face turns sober and his brow arches. You can see along the edge of your vision how his fingers twitch, “should put that away before you cut yourself.” 

“Leave me alone,” you force out, heart racing. “I don’t know how they do it in the city but when someone says no, the answer is--” 

“Boring,” he swipes at your hand and knocks the knife from it. The blade bounces off the table and skitters over to the other side, falling onto the floor. 

In a moment, he has you in his grip; one hand on the back of your skull, the other on your jaw. You whimper and clutch at his wrists. You grit your teeth and stomp around blindly, trying to crush his toes. 

“Hey, get the hell off of me!” You hiss as he squeezes enough to make your head throb. 

“What you don’t understand, sweet cheeks,” he walks you backwards, “is that in the city, we take what we want,” he continues on, keeping you on your heels, “I want the rest of that cherry pie, baby.” 

“No, urgh, stop,” you scratch and slap at him helplessly as he marches you around the fridge, “let go--” 

“Shh, baby, it don’t gotta be bad,” he coaxes as he takes you through a doorway, “in fact, I wanna make it real good for you.” He pokes out his tongue and lewdly licks along the bristle of his mustache, “I bet you’re sweet. Taste like sugar... melt like it too, won’t you?” 

“N-no,” you grunt as he kicks the door to the storage room closed, “Lloyd, I’ll scream--” 

“Listen, baby, shhhh,” he hushes you again, “you hear that?” 

Your eyes round as you stare at him. He pushes you against a shelf as you listen. You can hear the music, the voices, and the sheer chaos brewing on the other side of the walls. A scream breaks out and is met only by raucous laughter. He presses his thumb behind your jaw until you squirm. 

“Think they’ll come find you? If they do, you think they’ll find you before I got your cherry?” 

“Get--” you wisp as you writhe and claw helplessly. “Stop, no--” 

He pushes his knee between both of yours. He keeps his hand around your jaw as he crosses his other arm across your chest. He pins you to the shelf as it rattles. He leans into you until your bones ache and lets his hand trail away from your chin. 

“Just relax,” he snarls, “it’ll be good if you just let it happen,” he feels along the side of your apron and dips his hand beneath. His fingertips dance along the top of your pants as you wriggle and gnash your teeth, “I don’t usually like to play with my food but you need a little extra kneading, baby.” 

He shoves his hand down the front of your pants, your chest straining against his weight. Your ribs ache and your head swims. The walls seems to slant around you as the futility paralyses you.  

His forearm draws your waistband so tie it cuts into you. The apron string snaps, then the button of your fly. He angles his hand against your vee as you try to close your knees against his. He growls and presses against the front of your panties, rubbing heat through fabric as you whine. 

“Trust me when I say the stache feels better,” he winks, “but you’re gonna have to earn that, baby face,” he grins and curls his fingers under, covering your clit with his thumb as he uses his index to edge aside your panties.  

He glides against your folds and along your entrance, letting out a dramatic gasp, “oh no, sweetie pie,” he flicks his finger through your slickness and you squirm, “you’re fucking wet.” He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “you can drop the act already ‘cause we both know you’re gonna love this,” he pokes at your entrance until he dips inside, “you’re never gonna forget the way you feel right fucking now.” 

[losfacedevil]

Fallin’ All In You / JMK

a/n~ This is one of my most self indulgent Josh & Sunny pieces to date, it’s been rattling around my brain all week! Enjoy ☺️

You knew by the huff of breath that slipped past his nose and the way he kicked his shoes off as he walked through the door that it had been a long day. Peeling your body away from where you had been melting into the couch, you stood and slowly made you way into the kitchen. 

Josh stood at the kitchen sink, washing his hands of the days dirt and grime; another successful day helping his mom clean out their family home. You sauntered up behind him and wrapped your arms gently around his waist, burying your face in between his shoulder blades. The unmistakable smell of his deodorant and the mustiness of his parents basement clung to his warm skin. 

You couldn’t help but giggle as he lathered up his arms, washing away the dust that clung to him and knew full well he would end up jumping in the shower later. He bummed softly as he washed up and reveled in the feeling of your arms around him. 

“How was your day, Sunny?” He spoke softly, as if he didn’t want to disturb the peace the house held. A soft smile caressed your lips and you tilted your head back, resting your chin where your forehead once lay. 

“It was okay… quiet. I got a good chunk of reading done but… I missed you.” You cooed, squeezing your arms gently around him. A soft sigh slipped past his lips and his hands found yours, letting his fingers dance gently over the back of your hands in a silent request for you to loosen your grip. Taking half of a step back, you unwound your arms from around his waist and waited as he spun in your grasp. 

“Mom asked how you were and why you didn’t tag along. I told her you needed some you time and had no social battery.” Josh chuckled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. A soft smile caressed your lips as your gaze found his, eyes so big and a rich deep brown that made if feel like they were swallowing you whole. 

“I’ll come visit next time so she won’t miss me so much.” You giggled softly and took in his appearance. His skin was sun kissed, no doubt from sitting out by their pool as he ate whatever Jake had whipped up on the grill for lunch, his dark eyes half hooded as the days exhaustion began to weigh down on him now that he was home, and his taller than life mullet was stamped down just a bit from the dust that had settled between the strands. 

“Hey, you have… can I?” You spoke softly and pointed at the pieces of fuzz that had found a home in Josh’s hair. He nodded gently and tipped his head, tickling your nose with the stray strands that stuck up on the top of his head. Blowing a soft, and cool stream of air out through pursed lips, you kept the hairs tickling your face at bay as you picked out the small pieces of fuzz that had gotten trapped in his hair. 

“Fuzzies.” You mumbled and let them fall to the ground to be swept up later. Your eyes lit up and a smile spread across your face as you unraveled yourself from Josh. 

“Wait! I have an idea! Can you move the microwave to the kitchen table and stay put, please? I’ll be right back!” You spoke quickly as you made your way to the bathroom and began to collect his shampoo and conditioner off of the edge of the tub. 

Josh stood in the middle of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest and a brow raised as he watched you open the linen closet right outside the break in the kitchen wall and pull out two soft, fluffy towels. His eyes never left you as you made your way back into the kitchen and folded one of the towels, placing it on the edge of the sink. 

“What are you doing, Sunny girl?” Josh mumbled as he turned on his heel and he followed you with his gaze, watching as you pulled a TV tray out from its storage spot and opened it, placing it at the end of the kitchen counter. You shot a silly smile in his direction and walked up to him, lifting up onto you toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. 

“Too many fuzzies.” You mumbled and reached up to pick another piece of basement fuzz out from between his curls. A soft smile spread across Josh’s face as realization washed over him and he slowly made his way over to the counter, waiting for your next direction. 

“Bum, hmm… here, feet here and neck here.” You spoke and pointed out each key point on the counter and TV tray where his feet would find a home for the next forty five minutes. Josh couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, and the deep sigh that escaped his chest as he did what he was told and hopped up onto the countertop. 

“You are aware I’m a bit too big for this, right?” He mumbled and laid back, gently placing his neck against the towel rest you had so lovingly laid out. Reaching up you placed a finger against your lips and shushed him before reaching out and beginning to run your fingers gently though his tangled mess of hair. Josh let his eyes flutter shut and got lost in the feeling of your finger tips against his scalp, knowing full well he couldn’t tell you no. 

You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, giggling as he scrunched it up at the sudden sensation of you lips against his skin. Josh reached out and wrapped his hand around yours, squeezing it gently. 

“You can’t tell me you’re too big for this, you fit right where you need to now, shhh so I can pamper you!” You giggles and couldn’t help but place your free hand against his cheek. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as you spoke and let his body relax against the counter top. 

You wasted no time in turning on the faucet and regulating the temperature of the water, making sure it wasn’t too hot for his sensitive scalp. A soft groan escaped his lips as the warm water saturated his hair and began to soothe his scalp. 

“Did you guys get a lot done today?” You asked softly, reaching over to grab the bottle of shampoo and placed a bit in your palm. Josh shrugged his shoulders and readjusted the way his feet were placed, crossing them at the ankles. 

“We found a lot of old report cards and projects we did for school. Mom is a sentimental pack rat after all. Sam threw it all in the dumpster when she wasn’t looking.” A shiver danced down his spine as you began to run your fingers through his damp hair, lathering the shampoo through the strands. 

“Oh! And remember that bathing suit we thought you lost somewhere between here and LA? Yeah it was in moms car apparently, it’s been in my childhood bedroom since last summer.” He chuckled softly and let his eyes flutter shut as you began to massage the tips of your fingers against his scalp.  

You paid close attention to the back of his head where the hair often became entangled in his chains and pulled, causing a sore spot to form. Lifting his head gently, you snuck your arm underneath his neck to better massage the back of his head. 

“She decided I didn’t need that bikini, not that she liked it on me anyway. She hid it on purpose.” 

Turning the faucet back on, you rinsed your hands under the warm water before turning on the sprayer function and pulled the handle out of its resting place. A soft smile tugged at the corners of Joshs lips as you held the sprayer just above his hair line and began to rinse all of the shampoo out of his hair. 

“Sam asked where you were today, why you didn’t tag along. Sometimes I wonder if he’s more attached to you than I am.” Josh chuckled and reached up, wiping away a stream of water that ran down his forehead. 

“He just likes that I’ll get down on the floor and play cars with him.” The metaphor one that slipped past your lips frequently in terms of your relationship with Sam. Josh rolled his eyes as he tilted his head in the direction you silently requested. 

It didn’t take long to get all of the shampoo out of his short locks and you made quick work of squeezing out any excess water that was left behind. He quickly shifted the way he was laying, stretching his legs out straight and lifted his back up off of the counter. A deep sigh slipped past his lips and he crossed his at the knee legs, kicking his foot to the rhythm in his head. 

“What’d you do that for? Now you’ve gotta suffer without a footrest.” You giggle and reached over for the conditioner, making sure you put enough in your hand for his hair. 

“You’re not gonna pick it up for me?” He pushed his bottom lip out in a pout, playing the sadness card to what he thought was his advantage. Another giggle slipped past your lips and you shook your head, holding your conditioner covered hands up so he could see. 

“Not with conditioner hands, once I get this in your hair I will, deal?” You cooed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the dampened skin of his forehead. Josh leaned up and reached around with his free hand, cupping the back of your head and pulled your face down to his. He captured your lips with his in a sweet kiss before letting you go and rested his neck back against the towel. 

“Thank you.” He mumbled and let his eyes flutter shut as you began to work the conditioner into his curls. A soft yawn escaped him as you began to massage the sides of his head, the prickling of the hair that’s starting to grow in scratching gently at your finger tips. 

“Mom said we can have dinner there next Saturday if you wanted to. Just us, her and pops, they miss you.” Nodding your head you reached up and trickled the water, rinsing the conditioner off of your fingers. 

“Just us four huh? I think that sounds like a date. As much as I love your brothers they can get to be a bit much.” You giggled and began to run your fingertips gently over his face, something he fully enjoyed. Running your finger down the curve of his nose you tapped the tip of it gently before letting your hand fall lower and traced his Cupids bow. 

“They can’t make it, something about a kayaking trip? I don’t know, mom was a little upset.” You couldn’t help the way you shrugged your shoulders and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips. 

“We should go kayaking with them one day, that could be fun.”  You thought aloud and went through the motions of rinsing the conditioner out of his hair. Josh began to bang his heels against the side of the counter, reminding you that you hadn’t picked up his foot rest.

With one more deep rinse of his locks you turned off the water and gently wrung out his hair. A soft tap to his shoulder was all he needed to lift up just enough for you to pull the towel out from underneath him. A soft sigh escaped him as you gently dried and fluffed his hair and guided him to sit up where he was. Reaching up you began to finger curl the ringlets that fell over his forehead, making sure they were uniform with each other. 

“Let’s be crazy and let it dry as is so I don’t have to wash it again before bed.” Josh chuckled as you stopped in your tracks and turned on your heel. 

“No product, hmm? Does that mean I get to play with your curls as much as I want?” Josh nodded and reached out, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled you as close to him as he could. A soft smile spread across your face and you reached up, beginning to play with every strand of hair you could. 

“Thank you for this, Sunny girl, it was exactly what I needed.” He cooed and pressed soft kisses to your cheek. You beamed up at him and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. 

“Anytime, lover boy.” You spoke softly and pressed up onto your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

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Strut

Kinktober - Leather Kink NSFW - Adults Only

Summary: Something about the way he struts

The transport lowered to the tarmac, rear ramp lowering immediately. You paused your work logging the inventory of the emergency equipment stacked at the far side of the hanger to catch sight of the team coming home. Mainly you wanted to see your man home safe and sound.

Steve and Natasha strolled down the ramp deep in conversation. Sam came out next, arguing with someone behind him. So far they all looked healthy. Then Becky immerse and your breath hitched.

He strode down the ramp with long purposeful steps. His fists were clenched. You drank in the delicious sight of him clad head to toe in leather. Heavy boots. Straps of harnesses filled with weapons and tools of destruction. Tight leather jacket. The only thing bared from the neck down was the gleaming metal of his arm.

“Fuck me.” You muttered to yourself. He looked sexy as hell.

Almost as if he heard you, Bucky’s eyes locked on you. He changed direction straight toward you. Your pulse kicked up. Excitement filled you. Some hind-brain fear made you feel like prey as he stalked toward you. Stalked. That fucking strut.

He came close, saying low. “Follow me.”

You did. He led you out of the hanger, down the hall and to one of storage rooms. He slapped his palm over the electric lock and practically pushed you inside. The second the door closed, Bucky’s hand grabbed you by the back of head and he kissed you hard and brutally.

Your fingers wrapped around the straps of his shoulder harness, pulling him closer. He only pulled back once your lips were wet and swollen.

“Miss me?” You breathed.

“Don’t wanna talk about it now.” He pulled you tight against him. “Just need to feel you. To see you.”

You didn’t question, just pulled your top and sports bra over your head. Bucky reached for the buckles of his gear, but your hand stopped him. “No. Leave it on.”

Kicking off your shoes, you stripped out of the rest of your clothes just as fast. Bucky panted, staring at you hard as you dropped to your knees before him. Unbuckling his belt, you loosened his pants enough to free his hard cock.

You looked up into his blue eyes as you licked him from base to tip. Watched his mouth drop open and his tongue run over his lip as you tasted him. As you swallowed him deep, Bucky moaned. His fingers slipped through your hair to hold your head. He didn’t force you, but you knew it was a battle for him.

“Com’here.” Bucky pulled you up and turned your back to the wall. His slid over your body. He slipped his fingers into your cunt, spreading your wetness, and grinning wickedly at your moan. “You been a good girl while I’ve been gone?”

“Mmm-hmm.” You squirmed, hands roaming over his gear and trying to pull him closer. He leaned forward to nip and kiss your neck. Your nipples scraped along the rough straps and leather of his gear, making you moan harder. He smelled of Bucky, sweat, leather and gun powder. You rocked your sex into his hand harder.

You reached down to grip him once again. You needed him.

Bucky plunged his tongue into your mouth, kissing your deep, before moaning. “Won’t last long.”

“I’m so close.” You whined. “Fuck me, please!”

He let you guide him to your entrance, slipping his head through your wetness once before plunging in. You bit back a cry and wrapped a leg over his hip. Bucky thrusted into, hold you by the ass. Being completely naked while he stayed fully clad felt so amazing. You were at his mercy. You hyper-sensitive skin rubbed on the leather in near painful ecstasy.

“Is my Doll desperate?” His tongue painted a trail over your neck.

“When you came at me.” You panted. “With that fucking strut.”

“Hmmm.” His pace quickened.

“All wrapped in leather.” You moaned, starting to shake.

Bucky had you pressed against the wall, feet completely off the ground. Breath pushed from your lungs with each thrust. You held tight to leather straps of his holster, pulling him in. You thighs quivered and body tensed.

“Needed you.” Bucky’s teeth grazed your shoulder. “Need you.” His fingers tips dug into your ass as his control began to slip away.

“Yes!” You shattered at his ferocity, his primal reaction and need. Legs shaking, cunt flooding and clenching around his cock, Bucky bit back a howl as he emptied himself.

He stilled, but for the small quivers that ran through both of your bodies. Bucky gently kissed your ear. “I need to come see you straight after a mission more often.”

You giggled, “Or just swing by my place in all your gear…”

“That,” Bucky smirked. “I can do.”

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Tire Me Out

Words: 650

Stumbling through your dark room, having stubbed your toe on your bed frame twice. Lightly kicking anything in your way, with only the faint moonlight guiding you to the lightswtich near the door. Shutting your eyes and covering them when the light was turned on, slowly pulling them away as you adjusted.

The clock on the wall told you the time, 2:52. Fuck. What was wrong with you today? Shaking your head before looking around, hoping to find something to steal your attention until you pass out where you were. Something you would definitely regret in the morning, but much to your dismay there was nothing.

Huffing as you switch the light off, reaching for the door only to hit the wood. Taking a deep breath in, silently but seething as you let it go. Finally getting the door open to find a pitch black hallway, unable to see even arms length from you. Scrambling through a nearby storage bin full of junk, luckily finding a small torch.

Now that you were awake and outside your room you realized two things, how dry your throat was, and it was fucking freezing. But you couldn’t find the energy to search for something warm or return to bed yet, so you quietly made your way down the hall.

Normally you’d find others awake, like cascading from under doorways with whatever they did cutting through the silence. But not tonight, it seemed what Medic said had everyone listening. The medbay door was slightly open but he wasn’t anywhere in sight, who was likely off in Heavy’s room.

Sniper wasn’t even in the base but you couldn’t care less to check on him, not like he had much else to be doing anyways. Hearing snores from a variety of rooms, Demo, Soldier and even some from Scout. Not daring to enter Spy’s or Pyro’s room, but you were daring when it came to Engineer.

Warm light was covering the ground and you, swear to god, could feel the heat from how long he’s had the light on. Without the background noise of tools running you had to be quiet entering, which he didn’t notice. Finding him hunched over his desk, sketching on some blueprint paper.

“What are ya doing cowboy?”

He dropped his pencil in an instead, reaching for a nearby wrench. Slouching when he noticed it was you, only to pick up the pencil again.

“Could say the same for you darlin~”

“You could, but I asked first!”

Not noticing him wince at your voice, walking around him. Unable to fight the urge to pick up and look at everything in reach. Stopping when he took something from your hand,

“Now, what are ya doin’ up this late?”

Only able to shrug at his question, watching him huff.

“If you're gonna stay, lay down in the cot.” Pointing his thumb towards the back of his workshop, finding a cot with a thin blanket and flat pillow. Sensing your thoughts he continued, “Or my bed might be better for ya.”

Instead of choosing any of the options he gave, you decided to sit on an empty spot on the desk.

“Don’t you go ruining anything now.”

“Me, break something of yours? Never.”

Feeling gunslinger sit on your hip, his flesh hand pinching the bottom of your shirt.

“I’d rather not risk it, so why don’t you hop off.”

“Then where would I go?”

Wordlessly he picked you up, quickly and surprisingly gently placing you onto his lap.

“That’s where, or would ya rather go back to bed?”

“I’d rather not, but what about you?”

“I’m more than comfortable here sugar,” A quick scan of your face revealed… some intentions alright. “What are ya planning there?”

He was surprisingly out of his usual overalls, which you welcomed. Lowering your hand under his shirt, laying it on his stomach.

“Oh don’t you worry about it~”

[ravennaortiz]

Okay I've got another request for you. This time it's for Bottles. Let's go with prompt 8, 31, 24, and 25.

Welcome back! Bottles with these prompts?! Hell yes! As always my stories are 18+! lets get to the magic!

Prompts:

8: Your drunk. No i'm not

31. Jealous?

24. No panties?

25. Don't act shy now.

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A Near Loss

The party at the clubhouse was in full swing when you slunk behind the bar where Bottles was. You had had your eyes on him since he first joined up. There was something about him that called to you and you wanted him, status in the club be damned.

Bottles smiled slightly as he felt your arms wrap around him from behind. He couldn't deny you were beautiful and he knew anyone would be lucky to have your attention. He had been given strict instructions to not be caught with his hands on you ever. Yet here he was again with your hands on him. He was starting to wonder if this was a test to be honest. No way you were actually interested in some guy like him.

"You should stop playing bar tender and come dance with me" you whispered standing on your tip toes to get closer to his ear. Bottles swallowed hard as he felt your body pressed tighter to him and your hands slip down to his belt. He glanced up quickly to where EZ the club president and one of your brothers sat talking to some other members.

Following his gaze you rolled your eyes before moving in front of him your hands never leaving his belt. "Orrrrrr" you started to say as your hands quickly undid his belt bringing his attention back to you. "I could hang out under the bar" you finished with a wink as you slid the zipper down as you started to drop to the floor. The look on Bottles face was priceless as he quickly yanked you back up, his eyes even bigger than normal behind his glasses as he frantically looked around to make sure no one had noticed.

"Stop it. Your drunk." stated Bottles as he held your hands firmly at your sides before taking several steps back from you. He could feel his jeans getting tighter and swallowed hard as he tried to get his breathing evened out.

"No, I'm not. You served me my one and only drink two hours ago" you chuckled lightly trying to ignore the feeling of irritation that was building. "But fine. You don't want all this?" you continued as you used your hands to pull his attention down your body before shrugging. "I'm sure someone else will be happy too take care of me" you finished before patting his shoulder and disappearing into the crowd. Bottles sighed heavily before leaning against the bar.

***

"What's up with you Miss Attitude?" inquired Guero as you slammed yourself down into the chair between him and Coco as they watched Angel and Gilly play pool against members from another charter.

"Nothing" you practically growled as you glared at your brother Angel. You knew he and EZ had to have made you off limits.

Coco followed the glare and chuckled. "In my friends defense mama. He was aiming more for guys in the other charters and Boy Scout said everyone" he offered as he took a drag on his cigarette.

"Of course he did. Always has to control everything and everyone" you replied as you folded your arms and kicked your legs up onto the chair across from you. "I do have to give props to Bottles though I was pretty much on my knees and had his zipper down and he still said no" you added.

"Don't tell me that. Puts me in a bad place with your brother" sighed Coco as he shook his head and laughed.

"I have an idea. Come on" stated Guero as he finished his bear and grabbed your hand as he stood up.

***

Bottles had watched you and Guero disappear into the storage room a few minutes ago. Hands roaming all over and you giggling as he whispered something in your ear. He felt a burning anger as he cleaned up behind the bar and hadn't noticed EZ approach.

"You can join the party for the night. You did a good job today" stated EZ making Bottles jump and pull himself from his thoughts. "Thanks" he replied as he nodded looking up at EZ who was looking around the clubhouse. "You seen my little sister lately?" asked EZ his eyes landing back on him.

"No. Last I saw her was an hour ago maybe? I think she said she was going outside" lied Bottles as he pretended to look around the crowded clubhouse. EZ nodded before walking off. Bottles walked over to the storage door and hesitated for a moment before barging in and slamming the door behind him.

"Took you long enough" muttered Guero as he looked over your shoulder at Bottles who was vibrating with anger at seeing you straddling his friend. You smirked as you turned to look over your shoulder at him.

"EZ is looking for you. I lied and told him you were outside so can you two hurry the fuck up" snapped Bottles his voice low with anger. Guero snorted as he watched Bottles ball up his fist at his sides. "Someone jealous?" he inquired with a raised brow before moving his hands down to the hem of your dress lifting it up.

"No" snapped Bottles as he closed his eyes not wanting to look.

"Seems like you are" you murmured as you stood up and walked over to him letting your nails trail down his chest. His breathing hitched and you smiled wickedly. "Come on Bottles" you purred as your hands made their way to his belt.

Without a word Bottles had you spun pinning you against the door with his body. You yelped in surprise but didn't struggle as you felt him grind his bulge against your ass. You moaned at the feel of the fabric and felt heat pool between your legs. Bottles breathing was ragged as he grinded against you as his mind clouded with lust.

"Please" you whined as you pushed back on him to get more friction making your dress bunch up. Bottles gulped before yanking his belt off and shoving his jeans and boxers to the floor letting his hardened cock spring forth.

"Bend over" he ordered as he yanked your dress up revealing your bare ass and soaked core to him. Bottles smiled slightly before running his tip through your slick folds eliciting a moan from you as you pushed back slightly. "Fuck. No panties?" he asked even though it was evident as he started to slide in you before a small cough behind him dragged his attention back to Guero.

"Shit" muttered Bottles as he started to pull out making you whine as he pulled your dress back down. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Don't act shy now man. I just wanted to make sure you remembered I was here. Turn her around so I can see her face" replied Guero with a laugh as he locked eyes with his friend.

A couple minutes later Bottles was pounding into you relentlessly. His grip on your hips tight enough that you knew you would have bruises. Your release poured down your legs as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Bottles didn't stop though, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm and into another before his pace faltered he slammed deep into you one more time as your body milked his own release from him.

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