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riality-check · 9 months

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Steve, realistically, shouldn’t even be at this show. He doesn’t care about the band, he didn’t want to make the drive, and he had to bring Anna along because he couldn’t find a babysitter.

But he was going to suck it up to go with Dustin, who immediately bought tickets to see his favorite band when they went on sale. Who called Steve this morning to inform him, somehow both solemnly and frantically, that he had the worst food poisoning known to man, and, that until he stopped puking and shitting at the same time, he could not leave the bathroom.

Steve very much did not need to know that.

With Dustin went the rest of the Babysitters’ Club, all of them having eaten the same shady pizza and suffering the consequences. The only exception was Mike, lactose intolerant but cursed to take care of his idiot friends.

He texted Steve to ask if he had extra bleach. Steve dropped it outside the house because no way in hell was he entering that building.

Dustin assured him, amidst too much detail and shockingly disgusting background noise, that both tickets shouldn’t go to waste, and with no one able to babysit Anna, Steve should take advantage of both.

So, here he is. Standing in the first level - Dustin couldn’t get floor tickets, thank God - of a show for a metal band he has no intention of ever listening to and holding his four-year-old daughter, who has bright pink ear defenders looped around her neck in preparation for when it gets really, really loud.

“When are they starting?” she asks for the fourth time in as many minutes, with a sigh too big for her little body.

“In a few minutes,” Steve says, keeping an eye on the stage, where he watches the crew set up. Mad respect for them hustling so hard. He could never.

The seats are slowly filling up, and Steve feels a little sad for the first opener, a little sad that they don’t have a full house for their set.

A group of four guys takes the seats right next to Steve, with a pale, long-haired, big-eyed guy right next to him. He’s got tattoos on his arms and rings on all his fingers and a silver bar through his upper ear.

And he’s arguing emphatically with his friend next to him.

“I’m telling you, American Psycho is more recognizable!” he says, hands flying. Steve discreetly makes sure he and Anna aren’t within striking distance. “Not to mention cheaper!”

“A prop chainsaw,” his friend - a short white guy with shorter but equally wild hair - says, “can’t possibly be that hard to find by tomorrow.”

“We already have the axe!”

“I’m with Eddie,” the big white guy at the end of their group says. “I’m a sucker for American Psycho.”

“Okay, but I’m the guy who has to use the props,” the fourth friend, a Black guy with short braids who looks annoyed at this conversation, like they’ve had it before. “And I think I’d have more fun with the chainsaw.”

Eddie - the guy with long hair and heavy jewelry and hands with a mind of their own - rolls his eyes. It’s a full body movement, one that has him spinning to face Steve. When he does, his face cycles through a myriad of emotions too fast for Steve to really track.

“Hi, pretty boy,” he says. His eyes then dart down to Anna, who stares at him with her head cocked to the side. “Pretty dad. Dad. Pretty. Hi.”

“Eddie,” the short guy cautions.

“Yeah, sorry, anyway, can you be a tiebreaker for us?”

“Sure,” Steve says. Anna squirms, so he lets her out of his lap to stand, holding her hand all the while. “What do you need?”

“American Psycho or Texas Chainsaw Massacre?” the big guy asks.

“You gotta give him context.”

“No, I don’t, Jeff.”

The guy who said he’d be using the props - whatever that means - rolls his eyes and stops fighting.

“What’s American Psycho?” Anna asks, choosing the best time to pay attention to the conversation, like always.

“A movie you’re too young to see,” Steve says. “And the one I’m picking out of those two.”

“Oh, thank you,” Eddie says, using a tone that better fits Steve saving his drowning dog or something. He then turns to the rest of his friends and says, “I fucking told you!”

Anna gasps. “You’re not s’posed to say that!”

Jeff smothers a laugh behind his hands, while the other three guys stare at Anna, half confused, half admiring.

Eddie clears his throat, looking significantly abashed. "Sorry, Miss-"

"Anna," she says.

"Anna," Eddie finishes. Then he turns to Steve. "And you are?"

"Steve. No Mister for me though. I might be a dad, but I'm not that old."

"You are old, Daddy," Anna says.

Steve frowns down at her, where she stands at his feet. She's smiling, mischievous like she always is when she says something along these lines. "I'm not that old."

"Yeah you are! You're like, you're like, like, fifteen."

Jeff gives up on hiding his laughter.

"I'm older than fifteen," Steve says gently, trying not to laugh.

Anna’s jaw drops. “You are?”

“Thank God for that,” Eddie mutters, then shuts his jaw with an audible click.

Steve tried to come up with an answer for that, but someone comes on a mic and starts playing the drums, so he moves the defenders over Anna’s ears and pays attention to the show instead.

It's... fun, he guesses. Fun if he were into it, maybe. The first opener has a lot of energy, even if the music isn't melodic enough for Steve's taste. He finds himself tapping along to the steady beat, moving slightly in his seat to the music.

It's nice background noise. He'd put this on while he grades papers. It's steady enough to fill his head but doesn't have a whole lot of lyrics he could get distracted by and sing along to.

Eddie and his friends, meanwhile, are having the time of their lives. The short guy - Gareth, Steve thinks his name is - mimes the drum part of each song with startling accuracy. Archie jumps up and down, Jeff absolutely screams along, and Eddie-

Anna stares up at Eddie, eyes wide and jaw slacked as she watches him bang his head to the music.

Steve almost snaps a picture of it, this little moment, before the second song ends and Eddie snaps out of his zone.

He shakes the hair out of his face, then looks down at Anna, who's still staring at him. "What?"

She cocks her head to the side in a mirror of his. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"The," she pauses, then starts shaking her head really hard, side to side. Steve puts a hand on her shoulder before she slams into the chairs in the row in front of them.

Eddie laughs. "The headbanging?"

"Yeah," Anna says, nodding.

"It's a way I move to the music," Eddie explains.

"Like dancing?"

"Sort of," Eddie says. "It's easier. I look stupid when I dance."

"You're not s'posed to say that," Anna tells him solemnly. "Right, Daddy?"

Steve meets Eddie's eyes. Even with the lights down, they're big and pretty and reflective, and Steve is going to kick himself so hard if he chickens out before he can get his number.

"Right," he says, still looking at Eddie. "We're not supposed to call ourselves stupid."

"Sorry," Eddie whispers.

"Don't be."

Anna tugs on Steve's hand, then Eddie's. "Teach me."

"Anna," Steve cautions.

"Can you please teach me?" she corrects.

Eddie glances down at Anna, then back up at Steve. "If it's-"

"Go ahead," Steve says because Eddie has more than passed the vibe check at this point.

Eddie crouches down as a new song starts up, and while Steve can't hear what he's telling her, he sees her smile, bright as day.

By the last song of the first opener, Anna is headbanging along with Eddie, off-beat in the say little kids always are but more than making up for it with effort.

Steve gives into the impulse to take a picture.

When the first opener finishes, Steve picks Anna back up and takes her ear defenders off.

"Woah," she says. "Can I keep them-"

"Nope," Steve says. "They stay on when the music is on. You heard it fine, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but you-"

"I have my earplugs in," Steve says, pointing at them.

"So do I," Eddie says, and when he moves his hair back, sure enough, there are black earplugs nestled in his ears.

"You don't seem like the kind of guy to wear earplugs," Steve says.

"You don't seem like the kind of guy to come of a metal show," Eddie counters.

Anna climbs out of Steve's arms and onto his back, where she loops her arms around his shoulders and just hangs, like she does sometimes when she gets bored.

Weirdo kid, Steve thinks affectionately.

"That's because I'm not," Steve says. "I was supposed to come with a friend, but he got sick."

"Yikes," Eddie says. "You coming tomorrow, too?"

"I am," Steve says. "Are you?"

Eddie raises his eyebrows, like he didn't expect Steve to ask that. "Yeah, we'll be here. Not in these seats, though."

The lights go back down before Steve can ask what he means by that. He reaches behind him, scoops Anna back down on the ground, and puts her ear defenders on by the time the second opener strikes a scary-sounding opening chord.

Anna doesn't look scared at all. From the moment the music starts, she looks up at Eddie, and when he starts headbanging, she does, too.

Yup. Steve has effectively created a monster.

He contemplates, if Dustin is fine by tomorrow, skipping out on the show and giving his ticket to Anna, but that means not seeing Eddie again.

He really wants to see Eddie again, even if he won’t have the same seats.

Whatever that means.

Steve decides not to focus on that. He decides instead to focus on the moment. He listens to the music. He lets Anna take his hand and dance with it. He bops his head along with hers, but not too hard because he can’t risk aggravating his whiplash.

He enjoys the show, even if it’s not his cup of tea. It’s easy to enjoy the show, with Eddie next to him. It’s easy to enjoy his wild hair and pretty jewelry and big eyes and contagious enthusiasm.

It’s easy to see the way Eddie looks at him.

It’s also very easy, after the venue clears and Anna falls asleep in the car on the way home, to forget to ask for his number.

Shit.

(Part 2 is alive!!)

#ria writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #st ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #dilf steve harrington #corroded coffin #dilf and concert #d&c au

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onysfavreader · 1 month

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Random hc of being Ony's hyperfemblack!wife

You getting spoiled way to much but Ony who doesn't mind because his girl deserves the universe and more

Ony who can never have enough pictures and videos of you on his phone because he is quick to show you off at any chance you recording little maintenance vlogs for your photo shoots together

Ony who just loves you so much and never want to not see you smile

Ony being the only one to help you handle your emotions and make you feel better because he knows you can't help but be so emotional "Shh baby tell me what's wrong" "What happened ma why you look so upset"

Picks you up if you try to walk away from him when you're upset

Ony letting you decorate bc you're helping each other create your dream lives and that included giving you your dream pinterest house and closet lmao

You being the only one who gets to see Ony's soft side after you spent forever trying to get through to him like he put you through the worst when you first started talking but now he makes up for it every day and you brag about it to yourself because it took you forever to get him to that point

You not being any better in the beginning of your relationship those half assed ‘situationships’ could never prepare you for your relationship with Ony your the reason ony’s patience and trust for you is as high as it is

You two giving golden retriever and black cat energy Ony doesn’t look like he likes anyone and doesn’t but is the sweetest ever once you really get to know him especially to you and you looking the sweetest on the outside but you’re are worse then people think Ony is

Ony supporting you through everything and you doing the same even if you don't know exactly what he's doing you trust him

You walking around wrapped in a robe or one of many blankets almost everyday bc your always cold until Ony caught on buying you hoodies and jackets in his size just to see how cute you look when they cover so much more of your body than his

Ony giving you all the hugs kisses and praises he can because he knows you fiend off his attention and will throw the worst fits when you don't get it

You holding onys two fingers instead of his hand bc he's so big

Ony who lifts double your weight on a bad day this and just picks you up and you love it until he pisses you off "Put my ass down now" you shout trying to push him away "Why you not talking to me ma what's wrong" "Boy fuck you" "We gotta work on the mouth of yours" "Ony put me down" You laughed as he carried you to your bedroom “Don’t laugh now” “Baby I’m sorry” “I don’t want to hear none of that ma”

You absolutely loving Ony and the life you've built together

You're only piece of gold jewelry is an anklet with an 'o' charm and you refuse to take off even after he offered to get it in silver

Buying Ony just as many if not more flowers then he buys you

Ony and you having two dogs that are your babies. Ony's being some big 'scary' dog like a black pit bull that absolutely adores you and your a cute little brown toy poodle that Ony tries not to trip over bc they follow him almost as much as you follow him

You and Ony would have different "rooms" that would be your own space yours would be in the attic and he would have his in the basement but you two would still have your bed room

Ony never letting you know what he does for work but he keeps you safe and happy so you push your suspensions aside

You and Ony being the cutest together like your head over heels for him and he completely adores you

You being onys entire world and universe sun and all with the brightest smile on your pretty face and biggest heart

You both having to learn to love but know you want to be with each other for the rest of your lives so you push through the rough patches

Ony cooks and you bake

Ony doing the bathroom, dish, taking out the trash, fixing things, lawn work, bills, bugs, ect

You organizing, decorates, takes care of the dogs, cleans laundry, houses maintenance, groceries, ect

You and Ony who spoil each other rotten and love it

You doing Ony's hair and it's just a cute moment between you two every few weeks one of you will set up the bathroom before going to get the other then you'll sit on the sink with him in front of you most off the time it's quiet as Ony watches you concentrate

You rarely buying Ony gifts because you're always making something for him

You never being able to get enough of Ony

You have the prettiest garden with flowers herbs and fruits that you somehow managed to scared the dogs away from and plug!Ony will some times ask for help when growing his weed

- smut

Definitely the daddy dom of your my dreams he can be the sweetest softest dom ever or the scariest brat tamer but a pleasure dom either way

You almost being apillow princess bc Ony loves being the one to make you cum just by using you but you knowing how to suck it off the bone and neither of you can resist having him down your throat

You being a sweetheart but when you aren’t you can get a horrible attitude and smart mouth only Ony can handle because he knows how to keep your mouth full

Ony can't help but come inside of you so he pays for your birth control

Ony's 's so big and strong and so so big especially compared to you and you love it just the thought turns you on like just looking up at him while you standing next to him maybe holding his fingers and all you can do is squeeze your legs together

Ony fucking you in his hoodies

His voice is music to your ears but His praise will make you're eyes roll back and brain go dumb every time "Fuck you're so good baby just like that" "There you go ma"

You calling him daddy bc what is an Ony

Being each other's biggest eaters

Ony will pick you up and carry you away to your bedroom when he needs you and when you need him you’ll wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist or you’ll straddle his lap until he eventually gets it

You are definitely kinker then ony hands down and has to teach him things like

You liking soft intimate sex and Ony who fucks you so hard you go dumb almost every time And somehow he always knows which one you need

#aot x black reader #ony x black reader #plug!ony #ony x reader #aot onyankopon #ony smut #aot smut

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erwinsvow · 2 months

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“yeah, you want that one?” rafe asks you, while you browse through the dresses on the rack. the one you’ve picked out to show him is yellow gingham, with skinny straps and a bow on the neckline. you hold the dress to your chest, looking down to see where it’ll end on you. “i’ll get it for you.”

“hm…” you consider the idea for a moment, holding the dress out again to get a better look. “i don’t know. it’s pretty short.”

“since when is that a bad thing?” rafe moves his arm against the rack, manhandling the hanger from your hand and holding it against you himself. “think it’s perfect.” you laugh at your boyfriend’s antics.

“there has to be a reason to wear it, rafe. i don’t have any right now.”

“we’ll go to dinner. there’s your reason.”

“i have other dresses,” you decide finally, putting it back between the others.

“c’mon, just let me get it for you.” he follows you while you walk away and wander towards the jewelry section of the store. you look down at sparkling silver and shimmery gold, while rafe joins you and leans against the glass counter. “you want jewelry instead? that’s fine.”

“no, i’m just looking,” you insist again. “it’s called window shopping. ever heard of it?

there’s pretty things in the case, a silver bracelet with little blue stones that particularly catches your eye since blue is your new favorite color, but you don’t really want anything, and you really don’t want rafe to buy it for you.

“no. just pick somethin’ out. my treat.” you glance up at rafe.

“for what? i haven’t done anything.” he laughs to himself, not necessarily at you, more because of you.

“i don’t need a reason.” he makes you flush, so you walk away again, this time to the shoes. you hold a pair of brown sandals in your hand, flipping them over to see the size.

“you already treated me, remember? you paid for lunch.” rafe grabs the shoes out of your hands too.

“that’s a meal, not a treat. want these?” he looks down at you, not even sparing a glance to the price tag. “c’mon.” you grab his wrist as fast as you can.

“no! no. i have some just like these. it’ll be a waste, i’ll never wear them.”

“are you bein’ serious or are you just sayin’ that?” damn it. you are just saying it, since you don’t want rafe spending his money on you. you lie to cover your tracks.

“serious. i’d never lie to you.”

you wrestle the shoes out of his hand, settling them back on the shelf.

“fine. c’mon, we can go somewhere else.” you finally let him buy you an ice cream cone just so he’ll stop offering.

you try to explain to rafe that the reason you want to walk around is to look around and spend time with him, not to really buy things, but he’s hard to convince.

rafe thinks you need to stop being so worried about what everyone will think. you’re still bad at it, trying to ignore that part of you that murmurs in your ear that people will judge you for all these nice, new things rafe wants to buy you. you think people will say you’re dating him for the money, but worse than that, you think people will say bad things about rafe, about his choice in dating you, if you ever make him buy you more than dinner or ice cream.

your hesitancy gets the best of you, and even though you’ve always had some nice things, being pampered by rafe feels inherently wrong, like you should at least make sure he knows he doesn’t need to buy you anything. lost in your own thoughts, you’ve rejected his offers countless times, and the only new, expensive thing he’s gotten you since you started dating is the R necklace you wear everyday.

you think you’re good at hiding it, but you’re not. rafe sees right through you, and he knows what he’s going to do about it.

later that week, rafe drops you off at home in the morning after you slept over. you still think he hates driving in the cut—as much as he denies it—but he refuses to let you bike back and forth to tannyhill.

“i’ll pick you up for dinner.” he says, leaning across you to open the passenger side door. you flush like you always do, partly because he’s not asking, he’s telling.

you nod, and then wave bye from the window. he waits until you get inside to drive away, which makes you want to go scream into your pillow. you head into your room to do just that, but you’re greeted instead by bags and boxes littered across your bed.

you know what they are, even before you walk over on your wobbly knees and set aside the tissue paper, looking down with watery eyes all the things you had been admiring in the store the other day with rafe. you sit down next to them—the yellow dress, the pretty sandals, the glittery bracelet—and dial rafe’s number on your phone. you exhale shaky breaths while the line rings, but can’t hold back tears any longer when he answers.

“you didn’t have to do this,” you say quietly into the phone, biting your cheek. you try to blink away the new tears.

“do what?” you laugh, so rafe laughs too.

“i…i feel bad when you buy me things.”

“i know. y’should stop that.”

“or you can stop first.”

“i’m never gonna stop.” you suck in a breath, heart thudding and feeling deliriously in love. “gonna come get you later. wear the new stuff, okay?”

“okay. i will.”

“that’s my girl.” you fall back and let your head hit the pillow.

#rafe being soft with shy reader..... nothing better in this world #hints of pogue reader toooo dipping my toes in #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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cerys-scribbles · 6 months

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sweet on the tongue

Halsin x f!Reader A bit of fluff and yearning Wordcount: 1.5k

You always looked over the abandoned wagons and backpacks.

It was an old habit, born of a time when coin was scarce. You’ve always had an eye for shiny things - the gleam of jewelry, the graceful curve of a gem, and the glitter of a bottle. You never knew when you might find a small treasure.

Some of the others mocked you for it. Astarion, in particular, seemed to enjoy the sight of you rummaging through crates. “Your pack is so full you’ll have to find a rothe to carry it,” he called, that crooked grin tugging at his mouth.

“I can carry my own pack,” you replied, with a dismissive wave. “And what do you care?”

“Merely concerned for your posture, darling. If you become a hunched over crone in your thirties, it would be a tragedy.”

You snorted. “That’s rich, coming from the one with the outdated vocabulary and the white hair.”

He placed a hand over his heart in mock indignation. “It’s not white, it’s silver.”

“Children,” called Gale. “You’re going to get left behind if you dawdle.”

The others had continued on. The path wound through the mountains, toward the Githyanki creche. Lae’zel was far ahead, her long strides carrying her forward with a grim determination. It was no wonder she was eager; the prospect of ridding yourself of the tadpole was an intriguing one. But even so, you felt the pull to pick through every crate.

Your diligence was rewarded when you found a gleam of gold tucked within a sack. You pulled it free. It was a jar.

“Come on!” called Astarion, and you hastily shoved the jar into your own pack. You would look at it more closely later.

It was hours after, once camp had been set up, that you investigated your finds. You picked through the small trinkets, sorting through which ones could be sold and which ones discarded. You were so single-minded that you didn’t notice the smells of food or call to dinner. It was only when someone stood over you that you looked up.

Halsin towered over you. The sunset gave his hair a golden cast, and he was smiling. “You’ve been busy,” he said mildly.

You sat back, only now feeling the ache in your lower back. “Oh. I was distracted.” You gestured at the piles of trinkets, feeling mildly embarrassed. Would he think it was silly? “Did I miss dinner?”

“I set some aside for you.” Halsin put the plate down on a fallen log. It looked like a surprisingly tasty stew. “It’s a little cold.”

“I don’t mind,” you said. “Thanks for bringing it.” It shouldn’t have surprised you that Halsin was the one to notice you weren’t eating; he was observant in camp, quiet and watchful. His tent was pitched along the outskirts. Part of you wondered if it was because he wished to remain near nature or to make himself the first line of defense should anyone attack camp. It was likely both.

He squatted down, eyeing your finds. “May I ask what it is you’re doing?” He reached out, gently sifting through the knotted chains and one half of an earring.

You flushed. “I just… you might have noticed I tend to pick things up.”

“I had noticed, yes,” he said, a touch of dry humor in his voice. But there was no mockery to it. “Do you sell them?”

You shrugged. “It helps. I can buy a little food, maybe weapons or medicine for camp. We can hunt, of course, but we still need things. And it’s not as though we have a noble patron.” You snorted. “Well, we do have Wyll, but I know he’d protest that title.”

“He would,” agreed Halsin. “He seems far more happy being the Blade of Frontiers rather than a duke’s son.” He tilted his head, gaze flicking over the assortment of trinkets. “Can I help?”

“I mean,” you said, “you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” His gaze met yours and you felt another flush rise to your cheeks. “It’s better to have something to do with one’s hands.”

You both began to work, untangling chains of necklaces and sorting through your findings. There were coins from several cities, jewelry that was junk and one piece that might sell, along with forgotten letters. You set those aside. “I’ll give them to a messenger or the like if we reach Baldur’s Gate,” you said, when you caught Halsin’s eye. “Maybe those letters will reach their destination.”

“That’s kind of you, to carry them without any hope of reward.”

You gave him a little shrug. “It’s not as though they weigh very much.”

“Still,” he said. “You have a good heart.”

Your cheeks burned even hotter. Halsin disarmed you in a way that none of the other companions could. There were no deceptions, no games to played, no secrets to ferret out. Halsin was simply… Halsin. He was undemanding and kind.

And all right. He was gorgeous—you’d admit that to yourself. You’d had a few fantasies of him picking you up and kissing you, but you tried to tamp them down. You didn’t want your desires to leak into your conversations and make him uncomfortable. You were friends and that was more than enough.

Finally, you pulled out the jar. You had almost forgotten about it. “What is that?” asked Halsin.

You held it up to the fading sunlight. “Preserves, I think. Whether or not they’re edible… well, I’m not sure how we find out.”

Halsin chuckled. “Opening it would be the first step.”

It took a knife and a fair bit of prying to get the jar open, but the moment you did, your mouth watered.

Raspberries floated in a thick, golden liquid. They had been preserved in honey. The sweet scent floated out of the jar and you swallowed.

“Well, well,” said Halsin. “A pleasing find, if my opinion matters.”

You remembered what he had said when you tried to get to know him better: that he enjoyed sweet things. “You can have it,” you said, holding out the jar.

He shook his head, a smile on his lips. “We’ll share it.”

You didn’t have a spoon, but Halsin had a few carved ones in his pack. He unearthed it and you gasped. It was intricate and beautiful—a woven pattern made up the handle. “It’s gorgeous.” You knew he whittled, but this was a work of art.

He looked pleased but embarrassed. “I’ve had much practice. It’s yours, if you like it.”

You dipped the spoon into the honeyed raspberries. Then you popped the spoon into your mouth. Tart sweetness spilled across your tongue. You closed your eyes and moaned softly. Perhaps you should have found a loaf of bread or something else to cut the cloying sweetness, but you did not care. It had been weeks since you enjoyed anything so luxurious.

“Oh, it’s amazing,” you said, holding out the jar to Halsin. “Try some.”

His gaze was not on the jar—but on you. “You have some,” he said quietly, holding out his hand. “May I?”

You didn’t know what you were agreeing to, but even so you nodded. You trusted him.

His thumb—warm and callused—slid across your chin. A small tendril of honey had stuck there. “Oh,” you said, laughing a little. “That’s embarrassing.”

“Not at all.” He licked the honey from his thumb—and you could have sworn his pupils dilated as he looked at you. “It tastes all the sweeter.”

Heat churned in your stomach. You knew you should break that gaze, look away before this became all too intimate, but you didn’t want to. Your breaths quickened, and you thought you saw his gaze fall to your mouth. Was he going to kiss you? At once, your lips ached for it. You needed his touch more than you needed air or warmth or even a cure.

His fingers brushed your cheek. But before he could utter a word, a voice rang out from across camp.

“I can see you eating something over there!” called Astarion. “If you get sick from fare you found along the road, I am not carrying your pack.”

The mood was broken in an instant. You looked down, half-wondering if you had imagined the moment.

“You won’t have to,” called Halsin sounding as good-natured as ever. “I’ll carry it for her.”

You swallowed. Perhaps you hadn’t imagined it, after all.

End

#halsin #halsin x reader #halsin x tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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rosemarilee · 7 months

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Sirius: Geez, what are you listening too?

Harry: Abba! Reggie said it’s your favorite

Sirius: huh, what else did my brother say about me?

Harry: he said that you were a prefect in school and you’re no not punk

Sirius: that’s so interesting that he would say that, did you know that Reggie’s favorite book is moby dick. He also secretly prefers gold jewelry than silver- he says it goes better with his complexion.

Harry: really?

Sirius: yea- you know what, why don’t I help you pick out a birthday gift for him.

*3 weeks later and Regulus wears his mismatched gold and silver jewelry always because it was a gift from Harry*

#regulus would be so annoyed #marauders #harry potter #james loves regulus #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #slytherin skittles #regulus being regulus #regulus loves james #jegulus incorrect quotes

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french-goodbye · 8 months

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If you want it good, downright iconic

Summary: your third date with Eddie goes even better than expected.

Warnings: kissing, masturbating. 18+, MINORS DNI.

Notes: title from Gibson Girls by Ethel Cain bc Eddie would’ve loved preacher’s daughter.

The first time Eddie asked you out, you were honestly surprised.

He now had been regularly dropping by the record store where you work, all smiles and fleeting touches, usually backed by silly teasing jokes. At the beginning you thought he might’ve liked you, but then two months went by and you thought to yourself that if he was interested, he would’ve definitely asked you out by now… right?

Turns out you were wrong and he was just bidding his time to make sure you were interest before he made a move. That happened a month ago, when he stopped by the store in his usual leather jacket and a pretty wildflower bouquet in his hands, and nervously asked if you wanted to hang out sometime.

“Like a date?” you’d asked hopefully, considering the huge crush you’d been nursing on him ever since he first walked into the store, chains hanging from his black jeans and chunky silver rings.

“If you want it to be” was all he said, fiddling with those same rings on his fingers.

Now after two official dates and many non official hang outs, he was taking you on your third one. The two of you had decided on watching the movie Halloween on the drive in by the edge of town and he had picked you up at your house earlier that night, a beaming smile on his face and a bag full of your favorite snacks on the passenger seat. Then, you couldn’t be bothered to hide your desire to squish his cheeks together and press kisses to his face until he was flushing red and pushing you away, claiming you’d be late for the movie.

After the movie, he had invited you to his trailer claiming his his uncle was on the night shift at work once more and that “he needed you to hold his hand because of how scary the movie was”. Of course you said yes, and that’s how you found yourself being led to his trailer, his hand clasped in yours swinging between your bodies.

You’re not stupid. You know what the third date usually entails, and the fact that Eddie invited you to his house when his uncle isn’t home just all but guarantees he’s thinking the same thing. It’s not like you can reprimand him for that either, since he took the first step and asked you out, you haven’t been exactly shy on telling him how attracted to him you are.

You’ve kissed enough times by now to know what he likes and what he doesn’t, but tonight was the farthest you’ve ever gone. The darkness of the drive in and the privacy of his van making it so, so easy for you to climb over the gear shift of his van and onto his lap and kiss him, kiss him, kiss him, until his van’s windows were foggy and your lips were red and spit slicked and you could feel his hardness poking your thigh for a second, before he readjusted you on his lap as Michael Myers killed Laurie’s friends behind you.

“I really don’t understand why people always die after having sex in horror movies” you complain as you take off our shoes by the front door, his hand on your elbow so you don’t loose your balance. “It’s such a puritanical take.”

“It’s the satanic panic, sweetheart. Can’t have teenagers having pre marital sex” he answers as he toes off his own sneakers and guides you to his now familiar room, that you came to know at your other non official dates, when he had forced you to come over to listen to the new Metallica album and to watch him play guitar for you.

“It’s stupid, it’s what it is” you complain, walking into his room like you own the place. You start removing your jewelry and putting it on top of his dresser.

“Oh, so you are having pre marital sex, sweetheart?” His eyes are almost dancing and he’s wiggling his brows suggestively, teasing you.

Despite his teasing jokes, you can’t help the knot that tightens in your stomach just by thinking of sex and Eddie Munson in the same sentence. You want so bad to find out everything that makes him tick, how he likes to be touched and how he’d sound if you touched him. Tonight had been the farthest you ever got together, as you sat on his lap and felt his half hard cock almost burn a whole through your dress and felt him give you a particularly nasty hickey on your neck.

You throw him a bored glance over your shoulder, trying to smother the fire in your belly as he walks closer, cornering you against his desk as his chest presses to yours.

“Is that your way of asking if I’m gonna have sex with you?” you ask boldly, but smiling and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Since it’s our third date and all.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t wanna do that” he shakes his head vehemently and you raise your brows. “I mean, you just said people who have sex in horror movies die. I’d never risk my life like that.”

“So you’d risk mine?” You scoff indignantly.

He shrugs, “yeah, sure. Why not?”

“You wouldn’t survive even if you didn’t have sex anyway” you sulk playfully, feeling his hands reach for your waist and pull you closer.

“Excuse me? I resent that statement.”

“You’re the town’s satanist, remember? You’re the first suspect,” you explain as he walks backwards towards his bed, turning you around when he’s close enough and pushing you around until the mattress hits your knees. “You gotta die so people can be sure you aren’t really the killer.”

“What about you? Are you the pretty girl who survives despite it all?” He asks, his nose rubbing against yours and his lips so, so close.

“It depends…” you begin. “Are you gonna make a move on me or are we just talking about horror movie tropes all night?”

He laughs loudly, gently pushing you backwards until you fall and bounce on his bed, squealing loudly as you do. He immediately throws himself on the bed and crawls after you.

“Oh, we’re feeling feisty today, aren’t we?” He asks, kneeling as you your legs spread wider so he can slot himself in the space between them.

“I’ve been waiting long enough for you, Munson” you tease.

“Excuse me? You could’ve made a move! What about feminism?” He complains, lowering himself until he’s on top of you and his hips are pressed between your legs and you can feel his half hard cock from your time at the drive in probing your inner thigh.

“I’m a lady!” you protest, your hands climbing up his back to pull him impossibly closer. “We don’t do that”

He smiles but leans closer and closer, until his lips brush yours, but still doesn’t kiss you. You try to kiss him but he dodges you, one of his hands sinking into the hair at nape of your neck to tug it and pull you away as he holds himself up with his other hand.

“Beg for it then, little lady”

“Eddie-“ you whine, trying to kiss him again as he grips your hair to stop you almost forcefully.

“Say please for me?” He asks pressing a wet kiss to each of your cheeks gently, a stark contrast to his hand on your hair.

“Please, Eddie. Please kiss me.” You beg, scrunching your brows almost a little desperately.

He smirks smugly but obliges, leaning down to kiss you and releasing the hold he has on your hair. You brush your tongue against his bottom lip and he lets you in, making your nails dig on his back and your legs spread open even wider so you can feel more of him.

His hand slips under your skirt and he grabs your ass, squeezing one of your butt cheeks hard. You whine underneath him, grinding your hips against his.

“Wanted you like this for so long.” He whispers when he breaks the kiss, rolling his hips to meet yours and finding you so hot and warm he can feel it through his jeans.

“Not longer than me.” You answer, wrapping your legs around his hips. “I’ve wanted to do this since you walked into the store.”

“Why do you think I walked in in the first place?” He murmurs against your lips, guiding your hips to meet his through layers of underwear and denim.

You feel infinitely more attracted to him at his admission and tug on his hair so you can kiss him again, again and again for what feels like hours, until you’re soaking through your underwear and his cock is rubbing a spectacularly good place around your clit.

He breaks the kiss to mouth on your neck, going lower until he’s reaching the neckline of your dress and sucking a mark bellow your collarbone.

“Thought so much about this,” you babble, your fingers sinking into his hair to keep his mouth on your cleavage, not really thinking about anything else but him. “Touched myself thinking about this.”

He immediately freezes on top of you and you regret your words as he pulls his mouth from your neck to see your face.

“Did you really?” He asks breathlessly.

“Yeah… is that- is that weird?” You ask self consciously and his hand shift from your ass to rub on your hip soothingly.

“Did you forget who you’re talking to? I’m the town freak,” he scoffs, squeezing your hip reassuringly. “That’s actually really fucking hot”

“You think so?” You ask, fiddling with his hair.

“Definitely” he nods rapidly, making his hair fly all over his face. You’re laughing quietly when he kisses you forcefully, but quickly. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“What did you think about when you touched yourself?”

“Eddieee-“ you whine, hiding your face in your hands.

“No, come on. Don’t hide from me.” He begs, pulling your hands away and holding them between his own.

“That’s embarrassing” you complain, playing with the rings still on his fingers.

“Why?” He shrugs. “I’ve done the same thing.”

You still, your brows raising in interest “you did?”

“Yeah,” he stammers, suddenly shy himself. “Is that weird?”

“No” you answer honestly, a hot star burning in your belly thinking about it. Thinking about him all alone in his room, getting hard and fisting his cock just at the mere thought of you, trying to keep quiet so his uncle can’t hear him. “What did you think about?”

“You,” he shrugs. You look at him curiously and he shrugs again. “What you’d sound like, what you’d look like if I got my hands on you… you know.”

“What else?”

“Why I am the only one baring my soul here?” He asks suddenly, his cheeks red and looking at you accusatorially.

“Sorry,” you say, scrunching your face in thought. “That’s not fair, is it?”

He shakes his head in no, “why don’t we make it a game? I tell you something and you tell me something?”

That sounds fair, you think to yourself. You do wanna know more, curiosity gnawing at your stomach to find out what he thought about you, if they’re the same things you did, if your fantasies match his.

“Fine” you agree, finally.

“So…” he teases, booping your nose playfully. “What did you think about?”

You look at him for a second, his bright brown eyes and flushed cheeks and his earnest expression. And you know in your heart Eddie would never betray you or shame you for whatever you’re about to say or do here in his room. Everything that happens in the private space between you is staying where it should be.

“Okay…” you begin, not sure where to start. “I thought about your fingers rubbing my clit, about how you’d feel with your head between my thighs.”

He looks like you’ve just told him Christmas came earlier, his hips unconsciously jerking against yours and the pressure of his grip on your hips increasing. You sigh and your hands climb up his arms to his back, rubbing your hands between his shoulder blades.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot” he splutters, his hips still moving slowly on top of yours and his hand digging, tightening his hold on your bare hips. “I thought about that too…how you’d like it, what you’d sound like. Thought about how you’d look with my cock in your mouth, with my cum on your tits.”

“I bet you looked so fucking good jerking off”

He suddenly leans down to kiss you again, all tongue and teeth, his hips still driving against yours. He roughly pulls away when you’re both breathless and you’re almost feeling dazed.

“Why don’t you show me what you look like when you touch yourself, pretty girl?” He murmurs, his lips still brushing against yours and tucking some loose hair behind your ear.

You nod avidly, wanting nothing but to relieve the pressure building in your lower stomach and to put on a show for him, show him what you could’ve been doing all this time if either of you had just made a move sooner. He leans away to be able to see all of you, his hands spreading your thighs when he kneels between them.

You slide your hand down your belly, lifting your dress up to your waist so your lower half is exposed. He watches avidly, following your fingers as you slip them under your underwear and find yourself wet and swollen, a moan leaving your lips at the feeling of finally being touched.

“The first time I touched myself thinking about you,” you begin, your previous shame turning into hot liquid licking down your spine at the way he’s looking at you right now. “Was after you told me you were in a band. You know what they say about guitarists, right? I kept thinking if that was true”

He exhales a laugh through his nose, pushing his hair away from his face. He squeezes your thigh meanly, like molding bread underneath his fingertips.

“You’ll find out” he promises.

“Can I take these off?” You complain, already pushing your underwear down your legs with his help and quickly getting rid of your dress too, baring yourself completely to him since you’re not wearing a bra. He casually throws your clothes over his shoulder, not caring where or how they land, his whole focus on you as he sprawls you open, forcing your thighs against his sheets so he can see your bare pussy, his hands spreading your legs so wide it almost aches.

You smear your wetness around your entrance to your clit and start rubbing it under your fingertips, slowly building a rhythm that leaves you breathless.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Such a pretty pussy, why’d keep it away from me for so long?”

He swiftly pulls his shirt over the back of his head, exposing miles of pale and inked skin. You barely have time admire him as he comes closer, so close you can feel his hard cock against the back of your hand over denim, one of his hands shifting up your thigh to brush his thumb over your ribs.

“Can I…?” He starts, looking intently at your breasts and you interrupt him.

“Yes, yes” you breathe out and increase the speed of your fingers over your clit, as he slides his hands up to experimentally brush his thumb over your nipple.

“Fuck, have been dying to get my hands on them” he admits, cupping the weight of your breast on his hands and then pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Looked so pretty with those tank tops, almost couldn’t stop looking”

You mewl underneath him, the feeling of his body so close, his fingers pulling and twisting your nipples and the knowledge of what you’re doing to him making you climb to your peak faster than usual. He takes notice of the way your hips are moving in time with your hand and squeezes your nipple harder, leaning down until you’re face to face.

“You’re gonna cum, sweet thing? Come on, show me how pretty you look when you cum for me.”

Your free hand pulls him closer by the neck so you can kiss him, exhaling into his mouth as you furiously rub your clit. Nothing but thoughts of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie echoing through your mind. He guides you through your high, whispering sweet nothings against your mouth, pressing his lips to your cheeks, your nose, your forehead as his hips grinding against your thigh.

When you’re finally done, your fingers moving away from your clit because of the sensitivity and his arms thrown over you as he lays on the spot next you, watching you in awe like you just played the sickest guitar riff ever.

“I knew you incredible before,” he says, his fingers stroking the skin of your ribs, tracing the bone underneath. “But damn, sweetheart.”

“Shut up” you complain laughingly, turning on your side to see him. His face is bright red, like he just came back from a run and his hair’s incredibly messy, more than usual and his brown eyes are so, so bright and happy.

You can’t help but lean over to press a kiss to his lips, a lingering one that goes on for a long time. The previously put out embers in your belly lighting up a fire again. You’re starting to slip your hand down his body to cup his erection when he stops you. You pull away to look at him questioning until you notice how shifty he is, and you look at his crotch only to find a wet spot there.

“Did you just…?” You begin.

“Y-yeah… listen, sweetheart, I’m sorry-” you interrupt before he can continue apologizing, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“That’s so fucking hot.” you claim matter-of-factly, still suffocating him with quick kisses on his lips.

“There’s no way you think that, you don’t have to spare my feelings-“

“Excuse me? I think the fact you were so turned on over me touching myself you came in your pants so incredibly fucking hot, thank you very much” you climb over him, straddling his body in all your naked glory and his eyes can’t seem to be able to stop roaming your body, his eyes constantly shifting from your tits, to your belly, to your hips and to your mound.

“Okay, okay. If you think so, sweetheart” he says appeasingly, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. You lean down again until you’re face to face and you can kiss his lips wetly.

“When does your uncle get home again?” You ask between kisses.

“Around 7am… why?”

You pull away to see his face and you can’t contain the beaming smile taking over yours.

“How long until you can get going again?” You question, slowly moving your hips on top of him. He watches you eagerly.

“Not long,” he answer and you can feel the damp patch of denim underneath you getting wetter as you grind against him. You also can distinctly feel his cock twitching through his underwear. “With the way you’re all over me”

You throw your head back in laughter and he digs his fingers on your hips painfully.

“Then maybe you can show me what exactly you were thinking about when you jerked off… something about my mouth on your cock and your cum on my tits?”

“You’re fucking perfect” he states seriously, like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He pulls you down until he’s hungrily kissing you, all tongue and teeth and way too wet, but you can’t really complain.

Turns out, he doesn’t really need that long to get hard again. Who would’ve thought?

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saturnbellfromhell · 1 year

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DRESSING LIKE YOUR RISING SIGN

I'm taking a minor break till next week writing "The Energry Series", since I want to perfect it, seek more knowledge, do better all in all! So today I'm writing a gitty and playful post.

Rising signs are important to the extent that they rule over our outer appearance and how we come across to the world around us. They are the sign showing up first on the eastern horizon the moment we are taking our first breath. Most of the time it is described as the "mask" or "shell" we put on for the world, but I think the energy of your rising sign cannot be a changeable nor is it a mask. It's a natural stance you take on while heading out the door. The second point in the " Big Three" in astrology. Also the planet ruling your rising sign is the main ruler of your chart. Meaning if you are for example a Pisces, the ruler Neptune will be prominent in molding your appearance. Also called the Ascenendant (AC), meaning "rising in power/influence".

So let's get started!

🔳 ARIES RISING

We start of with our energetic baby Aries. These girls win over the color red, that's for sure. Even though I can see Aries rising in a short skirt with a crop top and a ponytail, they also look amazing in street style/baggy clothes in my opinion. For the makeup I see a simple false lash, rosy cheeks and some fake freckles. Cute with a bit of sass!

🔳 TAURUS RISING

My beautiful Venusian girls, who just look right with wavy hair drenched in the smell of argan oil and patchouli perfume on their wrists.These girls in my opinion look right in any boho, hippy, loose clothes. They also can make any long non fitting dress look amazing. For the makeup I would keep it very neutral, with grounding colors and a soft lip color. Also for some reason white looks amazing on them aswell, so angelic looking.

🔳 GEMINI RISING

Oh my, o my here come the funky babes of the group! Gemini risings are known to be a slimmer frame, so I would suggest to play with silhouettes. You can always count on a Gemini to brighten up your day, because of this not only does a bright personality suit them but bright colors and crazy patterns also! They look amazing in anything that stands out. I also se our Gemini rising girlies with some sort of facial piercing, a septum maybe? Or a cute navel piercing, sounds good to me to be honest. For the makeup I can see any dramatic looking eyeliner, eyeshadow or lip...Anything experimental for that matter

🔳 CANCER RISING

Here come the mini Venuses with their stunning eyes and round face. They also look so good to me with their hair in some sort of updo, messy with clips. Their body is know to be also rounded, with a prominent chest and hips. Cancerian girls look good in anything delicate and soft, the risqué look isn't really for them. For jewelry I can see them wearing dainty silver rings or a shiny necklace. I mean pearls are their best friend being the sign connected to the sea and ocean. Think of the mermaid look, fresh, young and mysterious. I also don't know why but Cancers suit coconut scented anything on their skin...again going with the beach theme.

🔳 LEO RISING

Leo's are just the moment, we have all agree on8 that. With their athletic frame and crazy hair I can see why they get the attention. They look amazing in any colors. I would say royal purple, pink, red and gold are my top picks. They look amazing in anything that's dramatic, skin tight or just plain sporty. I can also see them wearing very classy perfume like the Chanel 5.

🔳 VIRGO RISING

I absolutely adore my Virgo risings, they can step out in a button down and some jeans and just look so put together. They are the queens of the minimalistic look. In my opinion greens, greys, soft browns and muted colors look great on them. Jewelry wise maybe some stud earrings and a tiny pendant necklace? The fragrance I see when I think of a Virgo rising is the Armani Aqua de Gio. Think Bella Hadid, she is the opitime of the Virgo rising. Chic but so simple.

🔳 LIBRA RISING

Their don't need a lot, and they absolutely know it. Being the second Venusian babe in our signs they imbody the extravagant look. Think anything trendy, but they also look good in anything classy. I can see a Libra rising with a white corset and puffy skirt, filled with jewelry around her hands and neck smelling of lavender and lemon. Red lipstick and a little bit of mascara. Hair in some sort of braids and big sunglasses! Also I can see them in long sleek dresses making everybody fall in love with them!

🔳 SCORPIO RISINGS

O Morticia Addams, the goth queens and killer looks girlies. The color black is their best friend, but also dark blues, grays, browns, greens. Silver, only silver for the jewelry. They look really good in tight long dresses, leather pants or skirts and platform shoes are a must! They really embody the the dark princess look to me. They are gracefully creepy and I mean that in the nicest way ever!

🔳 SAGITTARIUS RISING

Sag girlies are the girls how can pull of a lot. On their it days they look amazing in bright colors, high heels, any type of skirt or dress. On their off days they best suite the lazy athletic type. With a matching gym set and some cute uggs they rock the city streets. The perfume I see them in is anything with a little bit of spice, that has pepper undertones and are on the "stronger" side, the Versace "Eros" for example.

🔳 CAPRICORN RISING

My beautiful Caps with their high cheekbones and piercing eyes. They are the classic rising. For some reason Caps always look serious and put together, even when not trying. They love dark colors and maybe a statement piece. Like a ruby ring or extravagant necklace piece. White button downs, skinny jeans, knee length skirts, black corsets and lace anything. Also a suit really is your best friend.

🔳 AQUARIUS RISING

These girlies are the trend setters of the zodiac, everybody loves how creative Aqurius risings are. They love to look put together just like their sister Capricorn but when it comes to spicing up they are the queens for that. I think they look cool in metalics too. Their hair looks good sleek backed or maybe some fun pixie cut? Bangs also, not gonna lie. They also need some fruity perfume to add to the look.

🔳 PISCES RISING

Lastly my etheral babes, with their glossy big eyes and tiny frame they look stunning in anything made out of silk. They also look good in airy dresses and skirts. Also a small winged eyeliner with some white dots to to make their eyes pop. For some weird reason Pisces rising are made for white dresses and clipped back hair.

Xoxo

#capricorn rising #pisces rising #aries rising #ascendente #rising sign #aquarius rising #scorpio rising #taurus rising #gemini rising #sagittarius rising #leo rising #libra rising #virgo rising #cancer rising #astrology observations #astro world #zodiac

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slvttyplum · 6 months

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✧˖° grungy boyfriend | suguru geto

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹i’m feeling a little better now.

100% riding a motorcycle.

picks you up on it, drives it around town, goes to important events on it, and fucks you on it.

it was a good investment, it was expensive so why not use it for pretty much everything?

smokes

he smokes cigs, black n milds, weed, anything under the sun. it bothered you at first, because your house would be covered in what ever he smoked but…

he looked so fucking sexy when he did it. his long slender fingers holding the cig in place and he brings it up to his red plump lips, taking a puff.

the smoke slithering out the side of his mouth then out his nostrils, it was like you were looking at a painting.

leather jacket and doc martens

there’s not one outfit where he’s not wearing a jacket or his docs, it’s either one of the other.

even when it’s hot out, he’ll still wear them. that combo could kill half the population with the way he looks in them.

his big arms popping out the jacket and not a scratch on his shoes, he hasn’t gotten a new pair since ‘08 and he’s not planning on getting new ones now.

painted nails & jewelry

he’s always getting his nails painted, makes you do it, artist choice for color.

one time you picked pink and purple thinking he would get mad, but the toxic masculinity was thrown at the window when a smirk slid across his face.

he thought it was, and i quote “sick.” his finger nails looked so nice and crisp, he never went to anyone else but you.

he is a black and silver guy. silver rings, black gauge, silver septum, black eyebrow piercing, silver tongue piercing.

sometimes he’ll put a little color in one of his piercings, but he has a theme and doesn’t plan on changing it.

the black really compliments the “aesthetic” of his, and you love it just as much as him.

he lets you dress him on certain occasions. if it’s somewhere fancy, or somewhere you invited him, he’ll let you dress him.

you make sure to keep him theme, so when meeting your parents you had him wear a grey t shirt, some black cuffed pants, his docs and a leather jacket.

you thought it wasn’t that bad, but he thought otherwise.

“what the fuck is this?” he asks, turning around in the mirror pulling back one side of the jacket looking at the shirt.

you roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest, “it’s not perfect but it was better than what you had.”

“i have no personality now… come on, where’s the jewelry?”

you roll your eyes and walk out.

you don’t dress him like that all the time though, that was only for meeting the parents.

tattoos

this man has tattoos wrapped all around his body, from his youth years all the way til now.

he has 56 in total right now… you counted.

he wasn’t planning on having that many, in fact he was only planning on that one, but he slipped down a dangerous road.

he just looked too good.

well that’s your boyfriend… i love him and i hope you do too.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk suguru #jjk geto #getou suguru x you #jujutsu geto #grunge #geto x you #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #getou suguru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen suguru

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simpingforthemm · 9 months

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being blair waldorf's girlfriend hc's

bullets: 43

warnings: none

summary: dating blair waldorf would include / blair waldorf dating hc's

a/n: I love blair sm and I enjoyed writing this for her! I got inspired since I'm currently watching gossip girl while sick and it's a nice series though it has a lot of drama lol. anyways enjoy!

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blair loves to boss you around but not in the "oh do this and that for me" way but more in a "no don't touch that, y/n! y/n I told you to stay by my side!" way

blair is super protective of you and she's kind of like a helicopter mom whenever the two of you are together

she holds your hand the entire time when you're out at a party, acting like you're in danger and keeps you away from alcohol at all costs

if someone messes with you, she won't hesitate to dig up some dirt about them and expose them in front of everyone

she wouldn't do it anonymously on gossip girl though, she would make sure the person harassing you would know it was her, your girlfriend, and that they should stay away from you

or else

you two have sleepovers a lot, you love doing each other's makeup, watching gilmore girls together and cuddle a lot <3

she definitely brags about you in front of her clique and serena

"while you losers are out going to this stupid party, I'm going to the theater to watch a play, with my girlfriend"

she loves to spoil you (her love language is probably gift giving or words of affirmation + physical touch)

she knows exactly what you like so it's very easy for her to buy gifts for you

probably has a list in her room somewhere of things that you hate / love / dislike / like

she knows what beauty products you like, what smell is your favorite, your favorite colour, favorite author, favorite kind of clothes, gold or silver jewelry

when the two of you are in an especially good place she'll probably come to your apartment (or your shared apartment who knows) and just yell "Honey, I went shopping!" and then just have like 10 shopping bags in the living room, full of stuff just for you

she gets pretty easily annoyed with you when she's not getting what she wants or when she's frustrated with her friends (yes, sometimes she lets it out on you)

she's always very quick to apologize, knowing that you're her sweetheart and that you only want the best for her 🩷

you are one of the only people that can help her get through her mood swings and calm her down when she feels like the whole world is crashing down on her again

when her parents got a divorce, you were right by her side, holding her hand throughout the whole thing and being more her best friend than serena ever could

christmas or any other holiday is always so amazing because she puts in a lot of effort to make them special

will do romantic festive dates with you like go to the christmas market, take a walk through the snow in central park, got to festive little parties together

you probably have a lot of traditions

like on the first day of school you both will get donuts for breakfast or when there's a ball coming up, the both of you will go shopping together

I could picture that you're not that into shopping (which blaire thinks is a total embarrassment) so she will pick out a few dresses for you (since she knows what looks good on you)

she will let you choose the dress you want but will whine if you don't choose the dress she thinks is best

"but y/n!! the blue one looks so much better on you! choose that one!"

blair is very bossy and probably wears the pants in your relationship

she likes to be in control

but you make her step out of her comfort zone sometimes and "make her do crazy things", like she would call it

one time blair whined about her high heels hurting her feet and that she couldn't dance in those goddamn shoes

so the next day you took her to buy sneakers, so that she could dance properly and not be hindered by her heels (pic in the collage with the two girls in the red and blue dresses, they're wearing sneakers hehe)

"No, y/n, no! I won't be wearing this monstrosity of a shoe to a party! What if someone will see, huh?

"Come on, babe! No one will see, I promise! And if so, there's no shame in wanting to not hurt your feet and dance!"

She groans but puts on the shoes regardless

and the both of you have the best night ever, dancing until dawn

also, dorota loves you and thinks you're such a sweetheart

whenever you come over to Blair's apartment, she gets really excited, asking you how you've been and telling you how "Miss Blair missed you very much"

you're also probably good friends with Serena and Chuck, since these are the people she's closest with

also you and Blair love to gossip, especially about other people

you always have some kind of drama to discuss or some person to embarrass and take down

you're sort of "partners in crime" even though she hates getting you involved in that stuff

you're probably the most iconic couple at your school and there's a lot of attention on you two because on the upper east side, there aren't a lot of lesbian couples

but you're so in love and there's nobody that could not be jealous of your jealous of your relationship

because you're literally perfect together

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koolades-world · 1 year

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Obey me! brothers jewelry headcanons

Lucifer

Definitely a plain kind of man, not much

Since he previous wore the ring of light, he might get a ring or two to replace it and wear under his gloves

He owns some jewelry for special occasions like some nice horn jewelry and necklaces. Several of these pieces were gifts from Diavolo

Has a whole set of horn jewelry for all his brothers but doesn’t let them have it because he’s afraid they’re going to do something to it. It’s a custom made set so if one gets lost it will be hard to replace

If Mc made him any, he wouldn't wear it because he would be afraid of losing it or getting it stolen, so it sits in a special charmed drawer in his desk

Mammon

100% the most dripped out

Lots of rings, lots of bracelets, lots of neckalces. He probably also has anklets, toe rings, and other face piercings too. Most likely to have a nipple piercing lol

Seems like the kind to have a million random bracelets on and pass them off to someone they trust whenever they can’t wear them (ie mc, and my middle school bestie and I) about to get arms dirty? about to throw hands? need to braid hair? hold my bracelets

I like to think he had a little jewelry tree, a divider hang on the back of a door, and a ring holder for all of his things, but even then it’s overfilled (lol I’m projecting again)

Would take jewelry Mc made him everywhere. If he couldn’t wear it, it would be in his pocket or in a bag, secured. Would treat it nicer than his expensive jewelry

Levi

He probably has the same jewelry characters he likes has or is at least inspired by them

Everything is probably tangled together in a giant mess in a little jewelry box Mc gave him and complains every time he wants one specific piece and can’t get it untangled

All his nicer pieces were gifts because if it were up to him, he would have bought something more useful to him

Another one who would take Mc made jewelry literally everywhere since he’s so touched anyone would care enough to give him a handmade gift, probably would never take it off and get super heartbroken if he broke it by accident

Satan

He’s giving rings, lots of rings. He’s also giving chokers because Lucifer once said he hated them

He seems like the type to really like lockets since they’re typically romantic or for familiar bonds so he got one for Mc with a picture of either them together in it or a cat

Would definitely use a bracelet or necklace as a bookmark. You can’t tell me he also doesn’t make his own. Originally they were just to make bookmarks but after Asmo suggested he do more with his talent, he got hooked

The type to always quietly highlight any jewelry given to him by Mc, like wearing shortsleeves to showcase a bracelet or wearing more subtle colors to make it pop more

Asmo

If he doesn’t have a jewelry collection I’m eating my running shoes

He has the most ear piercings, basically the most you can have, with Mammon in close second

He has so much there’s some he’s never worn. They are gifts, they are things he’s picked out, and things he’s not quite sure how he got

His outfits are always coordinated so he has something for everything

If Mc gave him jewelry, he would only wear it if it matched his outfit but would keep it somewhere safe

Beel

He probably has a couple pieces of really nice and durable jewelry but that’s it

He’s probably afraid of breaking or losing it, so he lets Belphie hold onto it

Probably just one set of ear piercings to wear studs

His favorite piece is the gold chain in his human world outfit. I hc Mc said they liked it on him once so he always wear it with his human outfit

Would always wear jewelry made by Mc but would definitely break it and need a replacement

Belphie

Another one that doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry. Maybe has one necklace he likes but never remembers to wear it

I kinda feel like he would have a nose piercing, like a simple stud. Although him with a septum piercing is also tempting…

Prefers gold to silver even though silver goes better with his hair

If Mc gave him jewelry, he would always wear it. Mc would think it's because he was being sweet, but its half that, half he never remembers to take it off. Probably lasts a while since he doesn't do too much

#obey me #obey me!#obey me belphie #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me x you #obey me mc

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savannahsdeath · 10 months

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ELLIE WILLIAMS X JEWELRY LOVER!READER HEADCANONS

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! contains nsfw

writers note: i want to thank you all for all the support on my other posts!! it means so, so much to me.. i always dreamt about being a recognized creator on here and yall really make me believe in myself istgg the confidence boost🙏🙏

🌿 she buys you both matching bracelets<3

🌿 she often handcrafts accessories for you as gifts

🌿 she always helps you pick your jewels so they match your outfit even tho she has no idea about that😭her sense of style is just at a beginner level

🌿 when you are feeling down, she surprises you with a shiny new piece, knowing just the right one to cheer you up

🌿 everytime shes out with dina/jesse and she sees a shop with cute necklaces she just runs there. when jesse turns around shes already inside!! he always teases her about the fact shes literally spoiling you but she doesnt care. her excuse is 'happy wife, happy life' or smthn like that..

🌿 however she hates when you spend too much money on jewelry. like, its okay when she does, but you just cant

🌿 its because she prefers to buy you things by herself. why? its simple - you always reward her

🌿 youre hella mad at her that she always wears the same rings and that she doesnt match them with the weather, her mood and outfit like how could she be so tasteless😡

🌿 whenever shes going on a patrol you give her your bracelet or whatever<3

🌿 shes overall very happy you love jewelry because its easy to satisfy you. having an anniversary? doesnt know what to give you? a ring with some interesting history behind it !!

🌿 she obviously gave you a ring with her name engraved on it. its a simple silver one so it matches your every outfit and you can wear it everydayyy!!

🌿 you have sm of those shiny things you probably never even wore some of them sooo to prevent that everytime she buys you a new one she makes you wear it instantly. even if you keep saying 'look at me, i will look like an idiot, it doesnt fit!!' she doesnt care. she thinks youre overreacting sooo muchhh😭 because you are

🌿 one time she brought you a simple necklace that looked pretty basic and really like soft?? yk it was just so.. normal. but it was one youve always dreamt about because it has some realllyyyyy expensive things in them.

🌿 ellie randomly came up behind you and just fastened it around your neck. you were speechless. truly speechless. so instead of some 'thank you' shit you just turned around and kissed her.

🌿 she was giggling at how easy it is to please you (nah not really, she had to work extra hours to buy it but ykwim). you had no idea she buys you all these things mostly because of the way you 'thank her' for them. you always thought shes just being niceeeee

🌿 but yeah, you ended up filled by her fingers. you couldnt tell is she really that good or is it just the happiness from the gift making you feel better than usual. not like you dont feel good usually too, but this day was just something different. she barely even started and you were already soaking, moaning her name and turning into a wreck. literally, you were a whimpering mess. but she loved it (i mean, thats why she brought you that lil gift in the first place??)

🌿 you wake up next morning, your head on her chest, cleaned up and all (ellie definitely does the best after care). shes fully awake, stroking your hair with one hand and playing with your little fingers with the other. you looked up at her and she looked.. different? i mean she had that terrible smirk on her face as usually but you could tell something was off

🌿 she asked you some how are you feeling's and shi before simply saying "bad news"

🌿 you pulled away from her, leaning on your elbows, waiting for her to elaborate

🌿 "i dont know how this happened but.." she stretched her arm that was previously playing with your hair out and grabbed your new necklace from a bedside shelf. it was broken. literally cut in half.

🌿 "oh" was the only thing you managed to say as you lied back on her chest and her hand was in your hair again.

🌿 "dont worry, ill get you a new one. and this.. we can sell it.. y'know, theres a lot of people that wish to have one, even if its broken" she chuckled.

🌿 she wasnt sad at all, she just hoped you werent too. but you were. until she brought you a new one and fucked you to the point you almost passed out (this time without the necklace on)

#ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie williams #wlw smut #reqs open #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #imagine #headcanon #headcanons #jewelry #ellie williams x jewelry lover!reader #jewelry lover #levelry lover!reader

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passionateseadruid · 22 days

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I am loved! I am loved!

Few things: Tad bit of Misogyny (Adam, kinda Lucifer), swearing (almost everyone), Sera, Slander (Lucifer and Lilith), extermination talk, bad people mentioned

sequel to this

Me and my husband, we are doing better.

Or at least that’s how I feel.

It had been a few centuries since you’ve been married and it seems like he’s been more tense lately. You thought to take him out to for lunch.

“Adam! Sweetheart?” You opened the door of the conference room that a small light blue elephant cherub had directed you toward. He had come with you. “Thank you silver.”

“Babe! C’mere!” Adam motioned you over. “Listen Sera my baby agrees with this.”

“Darling? Do you?”

“I completely agree with my husband. What am I agreeing with?”

“Adam thinks that it’s a good idea to kill off some of the worst sinners in hell.”

“…Adam?”

“Yeah because you’ve been spewing nonsense about the whore with some mildly entertaining curves trying to overthrow us with those sinners.”

“Her husband had a smaller waist and wider hips than she does.” You and him wheezed at that.

“True! Oh ho ho,” he panted from laughing too hard. “And this is why I love you, honey.”

“Um… so what was his idea Sera?” You asked bashfully. Adam had never publicly stated his love for you. Sure he was touchy-feely but he always blamed that on his high sex-drive when asked.

“Adam wants to train an army to kill certain sinners.”

“Only the really bad ones, like the ones we talked about.” Adam assured.

“Like the people harming children? Or those that sexually abused others?” You asked.

“Yeah! Or the really really bad killers who just slaughter tons of innocent people for no reason other than that they can!”

“Yeah Sera I agree. Not all of the souls down there would have to get involved.” You reasoned.

“No, course not.” Adam agreed.

“I don’t know, darling.” Sera looked at you both apprehensively.

“Sera, you know that people like that do not deserve to live. It was only because of Lucifer that they exist! And it is because of him that they get to roam freely!” You asserted, anger grew in you as the seconds passed thinking about Lucifer.

“…okay.”

“But! Just the very bad ones.” You warned.

“Course! I may be a “misogynist” or whatever but I’m not a monster.”

“Do you want to go get burritos now?” You grabbed his hand.

“Fuck yeah! See you later Sera!” He tossed you over his shoulder and slapped your ass.

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It had been a few months and Sera arranged a meeting with Lucifer.

“Sera! Please make him bring Lilith!”

“Why on earth would you want that?”

“Because then Adam and I can show them that we don’t care about them!”

“Ugh, please don’t be so immature.”

“Please Sera! Please please please!”

“Okay okay! Just don’t be upset if he doesn’t care. And don’t interrupt the meeting okay?”

“Thank you Sera!!”

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The day of the meeting you had picked out matching outfits for you and Adam. White robes with gold accents. You had gold jewelry in the shape of crosses. And you slipped on your wedding ring with the biggest diamond you’d (or anyone’d ever seen).

“Adam sweetheart! Cmon!”

“Babe why do we have to go?” Adam whined.

“The Morningstars will be there. Don’t you want to show them up?”

“…yes.”

“Come on then! You big baby.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Adam.”

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“What the fuck are they doing here?!” Lucifer shouted.

“Calm down Lucifer. Darling here overseas humanity.” Sera calmly explained.

“Why did you have to mess up all of humanity?” You glared at the two.

“And Adam was the one who came up with the idea.”

“Yeah bitch!”

“Okay… then why are they on Adam’s lap?” Lilith asked.

“Because we’re married?” You said.

“WHAT?!” The two exclaimed.

“Yeah! I can steal your bitch too Luci.”

“Hey…” You pouted at Adam.

“Don’t take it to heart! You know I think you’re a badass bitch!” He nuzzled your neck and gave you a little peck.

“Can we please just get this over with?” Lucifer asked Annoyed.

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After the meeting Lucifer cornered you. “You may think you’re special because you got into the pants of the first man; but you’re not. You’re just some freak with pretty privilege and that’s all you’ll ever be!”

“…” You smile. “You think I’m pretty?”

“I-” He just stood there stuttering like an idiot.

You purposely brushed his shoulder and said, “Keep dreaming that you could ever have this.” Not looking back as you strutted down the hall to find your husband.

“Get your hands off me!” You heard him scream. “I love my baby and you aren’t going to change that Lilith.”

“I’m sorry are we going to have a problem here?” You walked in.

“Of course not babe. The Morningstars are just trying to stir up drama.” He came over to you and you wrapped your arms around his.

“How well I know.” You turn back. “Lil, step off my man and try to get a hold on your for a change.”

‘Yes me and my husband, we are doing better.’

Taglist: @pandaquick (I am so sorry I forgot😭 would you like to be added to my new series tag list?)

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milomilesmib · 11 months

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Since I have been feeling a particularly strong attachment to my comfort item lately here are what I think PJO character's comfort items would be (short answers in bold text for those who want a quick read):

Percy: a blue stuffie from his childhood. He doesn't often have it with him but he always feels safer when he is with it. And yes, he probably calls the stuffie "he" because I said so

Grover: a little mushroom pendant from Juniper. He never puts it on anything, just keeps it in his pocket and takes it out to fidget with when he's stressed. It has a really smooth surface and pretty colours so it's a good sensory thing for him.

Annabeth: her camp necklace. She always has it and when she doesn't she feels bare. Every time she's stressed she looks at a bead and thinks of a good memory from that year.

Thalia: a shirt she particularly favours because she wore it a lot when on the run with Luke and Annabeth. Any time she's in a bad mood she wears it and it makes her feel a bit better.

Nico: canonically, it's his skull ring, but I also feel like he'd have a childhood blanket that he's really attached to. It's a really soft fabric and so he always uses it when he's feeling overstimulated or understimulated cause it works for both

Rachel: a scrunchie with a fall leaf pattern on it from Percy. It was the first birthday present he gave her. It was all he could find and afford to get her that he thought she might like and he was scared she'd be underwhelmed but she really appreciated that he went through the effort and now she always has it on her.

Leo: a rock he found on a beach field trip with Piper back at the Wilderness school. It's pink and translucent, so when he holds it up to the sun it lights up a bit. It reminds him that he's cared about and loved when he has an existential crisis about being the 7th wheel.

Piper: a rock matching Leo's, found on the same trip. It's grey and smooth with streaks of white and green. It was a big source of comfort for her when mourning Jason, and she was able to remind herself that there was someone out there who shared her pain.

Jason: a silver bracelet Thalia gave him with a lightning bolt charm. It's the only jewelry he wears and he always has it with him, even when he dies.

Hazel: a small keychain from Frank. It's a little bear holding a plastic gemstone heart. She always brings it with her on quests and outings, making sure never to lose it.

Frank: a purple and gold friendship bracelet Hazel made him when he became praetor. He always treasured it because it made him feel like he'd made someone proud, despite the fact he'd already made so many people proud.

Reyna: her praetor's cloak. She didn't think she'd form an attachment to it, but she really liked the fabric and it made her feel important and safe. After she gave it up, Thalia noticed her seeming sad without it and got her a new one, but silver and gold embroidered with the symbol of Bellona.

Will: a pressed flower from Nico. Nico started picking flowers to press when he was unhappy as a way to learn how to keep his powers under control when his emotions are strong. He gave Will the first one and Will was so honoured he decided to carry it everywhere with him.

Apollo/Lester: a new ukulele Will got him after he lost his old one. Like Percy, he doesn't usually have it, but playing it always calms him down and reminds him of the people he loves.

Meg: a chip of a terracotta pot from her childhood home (I forget what it's called). She found it before she and her dad left and decided to keep it as a keepsake.

Lavinia: her star of David pendant, canonically, but I'd imagine she also has a music box with a little ballerina that reminds her of childhood and makes her feel safe.

Feel free to add on with any characters I missed :)

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mess-with-a-purpose · 2 years

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Hurry Back to Me, Soldier

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW (18+) minors please go away, slight overstimulation, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv sex (please wrap it up), MULTIPLE orgasms, slight dirty talk, praise kink, strong language, established relationship, fluff throughout, angst if you squint

Your knee bounced impatiently as you searched for your boyfriend in the flock of pilots all in white. Damn, why did all these men have to look the same from behind? You tried looking out for Tom’s signature bleached tips but you were too short to see over every head. A wave of anxiety came over you, your fingers clenched together in an effort to spare your cuticles. You knew he was here but you needed to see him. See his smile, his eyes, his birthmark. Having been deprived of his presence for five weeks, you felt it all come to a head.

Tom had insisted that you not visit, the stubborn ass. Five weeks. Five long weeks since you’ve seen him, touched him, felt him. Back home, you tried to keep yourself busy and distracted through work and everyday life but it was in the quiet moments that the loneliness crept in. That’s when you’d bite the bullet and call him, his voice like a security blanket. You tried to reason with him that your work was flexible and you wanted him to show you around Miramar and the Bay area but he was firm. You knew why. You still didn’t like it, but you knew why. For some healthy “payback” you decided to tell Tom that you weren’t going to make it to graduation because something came up with work. He was understanding, as always, but you could hear the disappointment in his voice.

Little did he know that Slider and Wolfman were in on your plan to surprise him for graduation. Slider had let you know about the point results almost as soon as the final count came in just a few days before. You cried when Slider told you the news.

“Oh, Slider, I’m so proud of you both,” you hiccuped.

“I know you are, Squirt.”

“H-how is Tom?” you asked, knowing how big news for him usually went.

Slider sighed over the line. “Well, Squirt, it’s the usual.” Great. That meant he had called home, his mother, Gladys, picked up and gave her regular speech of how proud she is and how much she loves him. Tom was appreciative of his mother, absolutely. Hers just wasn’t the approval that he so desperately wanted.

After you hammered out the details with all the boys and Gladys, you had anxiously waited for this day to finally see him.

“Gentlemen, here at TopGun we challenged you to fly against the very best. Now, we ask that you take that expertise and keep the tradition alive. Good luck.” Commander Phillips was a typical Naval man; cut right to the chase. No fluff, no fuss, no muss. Thank God.

“Do you see him?” you whispered to Gladys. She was hard to miss in her statement turquoise jewelry and silver hair.

She put a loving hand on your knee, calming the bouncing. “It’s fine, dear,” she pointed across the pool into the sea of Service Dress white uniforms. “There he is!” you chuckled at the cliché; mothers can truly always find anything.

It was almost ridiculous the amount of love you felt just seeing the back of Tom’s head, his bleached tips poking out in the sun. He turned his head to whisper to Slider as Commander Metcalf came to the podium, his jawline and smile making you feel like a giddy teenager in a honeymoon phase. Damn it, you loved this man.

Commander Metcalf scanned the small class, a look of assurance coming over his face. “Gentlemen, you are the top one percent of all naval aviators.” A brief pause. “The elite, the best of the best.” Another pause, another scan. You felt your knee bounce again. “We’ve made you better.”

“Calm down, sweetheart,” Gladys’ hand returned to your knee with another gentle pat.

“Sorry, sorry.”

The commander’s voice drowned into an applause as everyone stood to watch their pilots be dismissed, officially graduated.

Gladys leaned over to you. “I’ll go ahead and make my way to Tom. Why don’t you go see the boys for a minute? I think they wanted to help you with a grand reunion.” Her smile was soft as she rubbed your arms. You nod in agreement and watch as she weaves through the crowd to her son who was holding his impressive TopGun trophy.

“Well, well, well,” the familiar voice made you roll your eyes with a smile. Wolfman chuckled, his aviator glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he looked you over. “If it isn’t Squirt!”

“Lenny!” You giggled as he kissed your temple and gave you a firm squeeze.

“We’ve missed you, runt,” that earned him a playful smack on the shoulder. “Hey, hey! Watch the whites,” he laughed as he brushed his fingers along the black and gold pads. “Gotta keep ‘em sharp.”

You felt two strong arms come around your middle and briefly lift you up, a squeal escaping your lips.

“Squirt!” Hollywood and Sundown greeted you with more cheek kisses and hugs.

“Put me down!” you laughed, realizing just how much you’ve missed all your boys. Hollywood obeyed and gave you a quick salute.

“Well, the lil’ lady should go ahead to her Iceman,” Sundown stretched his hand out as if pointing to Tom.

Your heart belted in your chest as you found him again, his smile so wide as Slider pulled him in for a signature headlock hug. You felt the boys give you gentle pats on your shoulders as you started to carve out a path through the crowd. Licking your lips, you kept your gaze locked on Tom, taking in just how he was in the moment. He looked so happy, so very happy.

Slider caught sight of you over Tom’s shoulder, a smile lighting up his face as you put a finger to your lips for a silent shhh as you crept up closer.

“Well, Lieutenant, it seems like you’re one hell of a pilot.”

You watched as Slider looked back at Tom, gesturing with his eyes as if to say She’s really here, man. It felt like a millisecond when Tom turned, his face morphing into pure joy as he saw you standing in front of him.

“Oh my god!” He said, arms circled around you, your feet briefly lifted off the concrete in a symphony of laughter. “Baby!” He kissed you everywhere; your shoulder, neck, cheek. Your fingers ran through his hair and across his shoulders as you laughed. Five weeks. Five very long weeks and here he was, in your arms again. Everyone had turned back to their conversations, giving the two of you a sliver of privacy. His head buried in your neck as you both held each other.

“I’ve missed you so damn much,” you said as Tom met your eyes, his thumbs grazing your cheeks. He didn’t say a word as he sweetly pressed his lips to yours, his forehead resting against your brow when he pulled away.

Gladys gently cleared her throat, her polite indication that you would have plenty of time to reconnect after the ceremony. Her raw turquoise bangle glimmered in the sun. Tom gave you a quick peck on your nose as he shifted you to his side, arm around your waist.

“I am so proud of you, Thomas,” Gladys reached up to touch her son’s cheek.

“Thank you, Mom.”

Something hung in the air with Tom’s response, an unexpected visitor who plagued Tom’s accomplishments. You’d met Commander Kazansky once before at a naval convention after Tom graduated from the Academy, the top of his class. The commander’s presence was completely austere and demanding. He was polite but detached, only giving the bare minimum of attention to anyone, especially his own son. He’s been like a ghost ever since. Tom had told you, rather warned you, about his father and his emotional disregard.

“He’s just that kind of guy.” Tom had said that night after you witnessed it first hand. You were baffled that a father could be so aloof, so disconnected that his son constantly battled to be the best, to prove himself. It broke your heart to watch Tom work his ass off only to get mediocre responses, if not just grunts of acknowledgement, from his commander father. You and Gladys tried to make up the difference but you both knew it would never truly be what he needed to hear.

Once again, on a day when his son would absolutely deserve a simple bit of acknowledgement from his father, Commander Kazansky had only let his presence dangle over the bliss of Tom being the best of the best. It pissed you off and made you wonder what kind of label the defense department would put on a commander getting punched in the face.

Just when Tom’s expression began to dwindle, you gently grabbed his cheeks, “We are so proud of you, Tom Kazansky,” your thumbs brushed his face, his blue-green eyes brightening as he held your waist. “My badass TopGun man.” You gave him a quick kiss, not wanting to harp on asshat fathers.

Slider turned his attention back to you, holding his hand up in a high five offering that you enthusiastically accepted. “Nice one, Squirt!” he chuckled, giving you a quick side hug before calling the boys over.

Tom rolled his eyes, his smile beaming. “You two planned this?” his finger jabbed between the two of you.

“Actually,” Wolfman came up behind you, followed by Hollywood, Sundown, and Merlin. “We all did, Ice.”

“You unbelievable bastards. So she’s who you were on the phone with when I walked in that time?” Tom chuckled, pulling you to his side as all your boys fist bumped each other looking like a proud bunch of frat brothers. In their own way, they probably were.

Slider threw his hands up. “Guilty as charged, man. We couldn’t stand seeing you mope around the last few weeks.”

“So, you decide to lie and make the situation seem worse?” Tom fired back.

Wolfman chuckled, “Nah, dickhead, Squirt here thought it would be fun to surprise you instead,” he ruffled your hair playfully.

“Guilty,” you said, mirroring Slider’s hands.

Tom shook his head in disbelief before giving you a kiss, “You got me good, baby.”

The crew headed to the refreshment table, plastic glasses of champagne being passed around as the guys blew off steam from the last five weeks. You helped yourself to a bit of champagne as Tom and Slider finished up their pictures with the TopGun trophy. Gladys had found some old friends across the pool and the boys were enjoying catching up with you. Just a few minutes into the party, Merlin helped you revive an old drinking game; take a shot every time Hollywood and Wolfman mention their dicks, double if it’s because of war talk. Back in the day, this game would get everyone wasted and drunkenly singing the classic “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” even when none of the guys were trying to hit on an unsuspecting woman.

Keeping it classy, you and Merlin only played the game for ten minutes before you both called it quits from already feeling a little tipsy. It was a Navy graduation, after all. Just before Wolfman got another round of champagne, the boys all turned their heads and went quiet. You followed their gaze to find Maverick dressed in his Service Whites and looking exhausted. You’d heard from Tom about what happened to Goose; he called you one night mirroring his father, disconnected as he told you that Goose had been killed in an accident. He didn’t give much more than that and you didn’t want to push him to talk about it. It was an accident, jet wash, lost control.

At that moment, everyone watched as Maverick approached Tom and shook his hand, “Congratulations.”

Tom smiled, “Thank you.”

Maverick turned to Slider, “Congratulations.”

“Thanks, Mav,” Slider replied.

Commander Metcalf joined the refreshment table as Maverick moved to the end. “Gentlemen,” he announced. “I hate to break up the party before it really gets out of hand, but there is work to be done.”

Tom and Slider glanced at each other. You felt a twinge at the back of your neck.

“Some of you have to depart immediately. We have a crisis situation.”

You watched as Tom glanced excitedly at Slider. Jester had a stack of folded papers in his hand, something that looked rather familiar to you in the time that you’ve been with Tom. You knew what those meant and it made your chest tighten.

“Ice. Slider,” Jester passed their papers.

“Yo,” Tom popped a pretzel in his mouth as he handed Slider his assignment sheet. Jester listed off Wolfman, Hollywood, and Maverick next. Tom opened the sheet, smiling as he read the contents. While you’d been through this before, it never got easier. You knew he loved his job, it’s what he was good at, what he felt confident in. You just hated saying goodbye with the possibility of never seeing him again. Just the thought made you feel sick and empty. You downed the rest of your champagne as the boys dispersed, Tom wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Been in this long enough that I don’t have to guess what that is,” you point to the sheet, now refolded in Tom’s free hand.

He gave you a small smile, his lips grazing your temple as his fingers clutched your waist. His forehead rested against yours, “We better send Mom off for the night.”

“How long?”

“We still have tonight. I don’t leave until early in the morning,” a shiver went up your spine as he friskily bit your earlobe. “We still have something to celebrate tonight.”

Tom insisted on driving simply so he could rest his hand on your inner thigh. The tension in the car was overwhelming. You hyper fixated on his touch, his fingers warm as they slightly lifted your dress. Five weeks without him and you could come undone just by skin to skin contact. For a brief moment, the phone sex you had a couple of weeks ago flashed in your mind. Tom’s voice was low and smooth as he walked you through how he wanted you to touch yourself.

“Nice and slow around your clit, baby,” you bit your lip, doing as you were told, so desperate for release. “I want to hear you, come on, I know you’re close.”

While that had been much needed for the both of you, it only made missing him worse once the high wore off. You would have to hang up eventually, cutting off the only connection you had to him while he was at TopGun. It was in that moment that you felt your frustration grow because it was Tom who decided you shouldn’t visit him. He didn’t really explain why but knowing him, you figured it was because he wanted as few distractions as possible. While you respected that, you couldn’t help but feel stung that he might consider you a distraction.

Tom’s fingers stroked your skin, squeezing lightly as you gasped at the forwardness of it all. He was one for physical affection, always wanting to touch you either through a hand on your leg, brushing your lower back, or an arm secured around your waist. This felt different. It felt possessive, hungry.

Your eyes fluttered as he grazed your underwear, grazing your clit beneath the fabric, his Annapolis ring rolling along your skin with a sharp coolness. A soft moan escaped your lips as you glanced over at Tom. His eyes were fixed on the road but a smirk graced his delicious lips as he repeated his touch, more intentional with his movements.

“Is this okay, sweetheart?” his fingers dipped into the elastic of your underwear and you chuckle. Always the gentleman and god, you loved him for it.

“Yes, please baby,” you whined, craving his touch. Tom happily obliged, the pads of his fingers immediately finding your clit. It was almost too much.

Spreading your legs wider for him, he dipped lower into you, feeling your craving for him as he explored. “God, baby,” he licked his lips. “You’re so wet for me already.”

Your head tilted back as another moan left your lips. He found an agonizing rhythm: steady but slow. Damn it, he knew what he was doing. You needed more, your hand grasping at his wrist to control the pace but Tom paused. Another whine from you.

“Babe, please, fuck, I need more.”

At a stoplight, Tom looked over at you, his eyes dark. Shit, you knew what that meant. “Hands off, baby,” his fingers slowly regained their original speed. “Relax. I just want you to feel.”

The car revved, sending vibrations to your clit for a moment before your hips ground against his hand. You wanted him to let you both give in to the tension, have him fuck you deep and hard to let it go. You’d missed this so much, the intense intimacy. You weren’t sure how long you had left until you got to his place but god, you needed this.

You glanced back over at his handsome face, the urge to kiss his birthmark and bite at his neck consumed your already fogged brain. Clenching his jaw, he sped his fingers up slightly, earning another moan from you as he rubbed circles against your clit.

Breath heavy, you felt your nipples pebbling up against your lace bra. Tom noticed too and swallowed hard. God, he wanted his mouth on you.

“Tom, I–”

“Shh,” he slipped his index and middle finger into you. Yes, God, yes. Your nerves were screaming with delight. “Come on, baby. Let’s see if you can cum before we get home.” Holy fuck.

His fingers and your hips synchronized, his palm bumping your clit deliciously as you became drunk with sensation. Your moans became higher and louder as you felt the pressure build right where you wanted it to. Just a little more…

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Tom hit that spot and you tried to anchor yourself by grabbing the door handle and his uniform sleeve, your muscles clenching as your nails desperately dug into the fabric. You tightened around his fingers as he helped you ride out your high, your hand clamped around his wrist as your hips involuntarily chased the sensation. Your face was scorching as he gently pulled his fingers away and eagerly sucked them into his mouth just as he turned into his driveway. Still getting your breathing under control, you heard Tom finish off cleaning his fingers as he opened the door to get to you.

He’d only given you one orgasm and you swore that your legs already felt like jelly as he gently pulled you from the car. No kiss, just hasty movements as you both wanted to give in to the craving of each other. It consumed you, burning from inside.

Tom made quick work of the front door, slamming you against it as soon as the lock was replaced. Finally, you could touch him. And you did, everywhere. Your hands trailed over his uniform, buttons and insignia bumping underneath the pads of your fingers as you attempted to undo part of his high collar. His mouth pressed against yours as he caged you from both sides, a feral need seeping through that he was desperately trying to control. Tom never touched you unless you gave the okay and in that moment, he thought he would go insane without the feeling of you. It infuriated you that he was such a gentleman, but you appreciated it anyway.

“God, Tom, I need you to fucking touch me before I lose my goddamn mind,” his lips trailed down to your neck as his hands found your waist, a dark chuckle ringing in your ears.

“Needy, are we?” your eyes fluttered closed as he sucked underneath your jaw, tongue soothing the marked skin. His fingers found the zipper of your dress without hesitation and he slowly pulled the tab down, his eyes catching yours as he peeled it off.

“You have no idea, Lieutenant,” collar opened, his mouth moved back to yours as you felt around the buttons to strip the jacket from his shoulders. Tom’s hands move from your waist to your chest, cupping your breasts through your black lace lingerie, his favorite. Thumbs trailing over your already hard nipples, he smiled against your mouth as you let out a squeak for him. He knew your nipples were sensitive and fucking hell if he didn’t take advantage of that fact.

“Fuck,” Tom said in between kisses. You can’t help but giggle as you both take a breather, his hands still exploring your chest and thumbs swiping along the peaks.

“Do you have to be such a guy sometimes?” you give him a quick kiss. “Why do you have so many layers, Lieutenant?” you ask, grabbing his undershirt from his pants to pull over his head. His arms bulged as he helped you take his shirt the rest of the way off, your mouth watering at the sight of his toned chest.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you go in for another kiss and lick his bottom lip playfully. He gives you a sassy bite back, his teeth popping together, a sound that you didn’t realize turned you on. Your hands moved along his shoulders and back as he attacked your neck, leaving love bites that made you quiver. His hands drift from your breasts down to your thighs, an unofficial focal point for his fetishes. Cupping your thigh, he hikes your leg up around his waist and takes the opportunity to grind against the thin lace of your lingerie, earning him another eager moan from you. His movements were feverish and desperate, searching for any sensation possible.

Fingers gripping his hair, you pull him back to your mouth. “Jump,” he says, breaking away from you. He catches your other thigh underneath his strong hands, pushing you away from the door.

He swiftly guided you to his bedroom, hands massaging your legs as his lips and teeth met your collarbone, dark marks blooming on your skin. You fell into the mattress, arms resting above your head as Tom stood at the edge of the bed admiring your state, so desperate for him. A smirk came across his face as you bit your lip while he worked his belt. Excited, you hoisted yourself up to help but he gently grabbed your hands, shaking his head. Instead, his fingers worked the band of your bra, unclipping it with ease and sliding it down your arms. Eyes never leaving yours, he tossed it to the floor before giving you a kiss to finish the work on his belt. His tongue gently dipped into your mouth as he pinned you against the sheets, hands locking with yours as he pushed them back above your head.

Needing to feel your thighs, he trailed one hand down to your leg as he moved his mouth to your chest. You gasped as his lips left tender kisses along your skin before wrapping his lips around your nipple. Fingers tangled in his bleached locks as he sucked and soothed with kitten licks, desire pooling between your thighs. Instinctively, your legs widened for him as you craved more pressure on your clit. Sensitivity from the first orgasm lingered, but you didn’t care. Your hips thrust impatiently against his white slacks, the fabric offering slight relief. Tom caught on, slowly releasing your nipple with a brief pop of his lips and glancing up at you with his chin resting on your breasts. Your heavy breathing forced his head to bob up and down, his eyes following your own.

Suddenly, Tom’s gaze filled with determination. You knew where he was going, his commanding nature taking over as his hands grazed your inner thighs. His eyes fluttered as he plucked at your skin.

“I want you to cum on my face, baby,” he kissed between your breasts. “I want to feel your thighs shake,” fingers tapped along your covered folds. His lips worked down your body, stopping to give your stomach a playful bite that left you shrieking and giggling.

“Tom!” another giggle.

“I almost forgot just how ticklish you are,” his breath made your stomach tense, preparing for another bite that didn’t come. Reaching your core, he gripped your hips to pull you towards the edge of the bed. Another kiss over your clothed clit made you whine, lips raw from your teeth and his kisses. His breath caressed your skin as he gently hooked his fingers around your underwear, teasingly nipping your thighs as he pulled them to your ankles. You heard the soft landing after they’d been thrown, Tom diving back between your thighs as he rested your legs on his shoulders.

A delicate kiss covered your clit before you felt a flat tongue run up your entire slit. You were enveloped in sensation, hands running down your face as you felt drunk with another lick. You knew your skin would be decorated with evidence of his affection for days and you absolutely burned for it. Tom knew it too, a smile delving into your folds. He alternated kissing, slurping, and teasing with his fingers as he held you down to the mattress, sheets warm and soft against your back. Your arousal coated his mouth and chin with a slight sheen.

“Missed this,” he moaned, the pads of his fingers running along your slick folds before his tongue flicked your clit.

“L-Lieutenant!”

“Missed your taste,” his tongue flickered against your slit, his blue-green eyes locking with yours as you pushed up onto your elbows. His face was flushed and glossy. “The way these fucking thighs quiver,” he lovingly bites your inner thigh, lips sucking at the skin until it bloomed purple. You do just that, muscles shivering as his tongue returns to your clit, a noisy slurp filling the room as you watch his jaw flex with his tongue.

He huffs out a dark chuckle against your skin as his mouth brings you closer to the edge, hips bucking against his face. “You fucking like that, huh?” you nodded meekly as he smirked.

“Yes, Tom, yes!”

He groans, slipping his fingers back into you as he continues his work on your clit, synchronizing his movements as your moans become breathier and louder. Tom knew what that meant, pulling away just for a moment.

“Say it, baby,” a brief suck on your clit. “I want to hear you.”

“I want–fuck,” the sly devil thrust his fingers in time with his lips against your clit. “I want to cum again. Please let me cum again, Lieutenant.” You didn’t care that you sounded so meek; you knew that you both needed this.

Tom’s perfectionism always presented itself at the best of times; his fingers, lips, and tongue collaborated to beckon you further into euphoria. The snap hits you like a freight train, your body convulsing as you let out a silent scream. Behind your eyes, you saw a galaxy of colors and bursts of stars that radiated through your entire body. Tom is right there with you the whole time, tongue gently lapping up your juices. A loud slurp sends extra shivers across your body as your chest begs for more air. Limbs giving in to the release, you felt weightless as Tom drank you in.

“Just like that,” Tom said between your thighs, voice dripping with lust. “You did so well for me, baby.”

Thighs quivering and breath shaky, your hands delicately ran through his hair as he placed gentle kisses along your legs before moving up your body. You had kept your eyes shut, the wave having passed but still lingering with an intensity that you’d never experienced. Tom was careful with his hands, avoiding your clit as he gently cupped your breast before offering a sweet kiss on your lips. Slowly, you felt the frustration of the last five weeks chip away, the routine of love making resettling into your brain as you remembered that Tom’s bare minimum was three orgasms for you. One more to go. Your body felt like it was on fire.

His hands held your face tenderly, your skin still feeling electrically charged with every touch. It was almost too much. Almost. Opening your eyes, you stare at Tom’s face and reconnect with all of his features. That bleached hair, his strong brows, inset blue-green eyes, noticeable nose, plump lips and perfect teeth. You wanted to run your fingers over every single detail, close your eyes as you trace him to memory. Running your hands down his chest, you head for his belt and slacks, knowing that he had to feel tighter against the fabric. Lips connected, you fumbled with his pants to slide them down his legs along with his briefs. His length pressed against you as your fingers glided back over his muscles to wrap around him.

Now it was his turn to give himself over to the sensations, the pleasure, the intensity. Gentle strokes caused his lips to fumble against yours, a groan filling the empty space between heaving breaths. A smug smile came across your mouth as you felt him melt into your touch, muscles rippling underneath your fingers. In that moment, you felt a twinge of power watching Tom slowly unravel above you. All with just your fingers. Checkmate. You flip him over onto the mattress to straddle his hips, sitting back against his thighs as you let his hands wander over your skin.

“It’s my turn, Lieutenant,” you gasped, slowly gliding your slit over him to tease. Tom bit his lip, fingers grabbing your hips as you continued to move. He wanted more. You knew it, too, but damn if you’d let him have it that easily. Bending back over him, your thumb traced his lips. Tom understood the cue, opening his mouth as your lips pressed against his, your tongues battling for dominance. His fingers trailed along your sides, featherlight touches causing you to break the kiss in breathy giggles. You heard his hearty laugh as his lips dipped along your neck, sucking at the delicate purple tinged skin before soothing it with his tongue. God, this man drove you insane. You felt your slick collect along his length and stomach, your clit sparking with each movement.

Pulling his lips away from the bloomed skin of your neck, you kiss him deeply before snaking your hand between your bodies to guide his length into you. He craved that profound intimacy, the connection that stirred in the moment only to be shared with the two of you. You were his safe place and this bond with you kept him sane. He’d been deprived of it for five weeks, his body urging it back as you slowly slid yourself down his length. Pairs of gasps filled the room, foreheads pressing against each other as you both savored the feeling, welcoming it back eagerly.

Tom licked his lips, palms warm and resting on your hips. “God, baby, I missed you so much,” another kiss. “You have no idea.”

“I missed you, too,” your lips recapture him in a deeper lock. “Let me show you how much.”

Pressing your palms against his chest to steady yourself as you sit up, your hips begin to move. Tom lets his head go slack against the pillow as he feels your warm heat consume him. Gently pushing his hips up, he tightens his grip as he tries to match your rhythm. Your moans came steadily as you controlled the pace, feeling him everywhere: under your thighs, inside your core, against your palms. Your skin felt like it was on fire but you welcomed the heat without hesitation.

Needing more, you quicken your thrusts. Tom’s throat bobs as his moans join yours. In a brief haze, you feel one of his hands leave your hips and hear him suck on a finger before swirling it around your clit as you rock against him harder. You moan, throwing your head back as you push against his chest for more leverage. Teetering on the edge, you needed more. As if he read your mind, Tom quickly shoots into a seated position, arms casing you in as he claims your mouth to swallow your gasps. The new angle was deliciously attentive to your clit, your body shivered with bliss.

“You’re mine, baby,” Tom cupped your face as your hands cling to his shoulders. His hips continued to meet yours with each word and pant.

“Yours…and you’re mine,” you gasp, his eyes glossy and mouth swollen as he nods against your forehead. You offer another deep kiss before he tucks his face into your neck, cheek resting just above your breast. His breath left your skin damp as you felt the band tighten in your belly with each thrust. You involuntarily clench as he hit the perfect spot, both of you moaning as his hand cups your breast.

“Close, sweetheart?” Tom asks. You nod as he grabs your hips and presses you back against the bed. You squeal at the urgency, his hips snapping into you with a frenzied pace. Tom licked his thumb, pressing it to your clit as he smiled before sucking a nipple into his mouth. You felt delirious, your body experiencing everything all at once. Your thighs throbbed as you heard Tom’s groans against your chest, his efforts to keep everything in perfect unison crumbling as he catapulted himself towards his own release. You knew what was next, your body craved the routine of it.

“T-Tom,” you moaned, his thrust hitting deep into you. “Fuck, just like that. Please, please don’t stop!” your voice broke into a cry. Surely, if he stopped, you would be driven to madness. Your body already reached its peak twice with Tom now beckoning for a third and you were happy to oblige that standard. He kept his pace, your arms pulling him close as your core quivered around him. Vision fading in and out, you gave yourself to the third wave of the night as your thighs seemed to vibrate around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. You clung to him as an anchor, afraid you’d disappear into nothing but sensation.

Tom followed you shortly after, spilling his release into you with a strangled groan. With the wave crashing through, you couldn’t help but take in his beautiful features once again. The sweat on his hairline, his red and swollen lips, purple blooming across his skin, his length twitching inside you as he chased the remainder of his high. God, he was so handsome like this. His fingers left your clit, a hiss escaping your mouth as you felt a twinge of overstimulation rack your body, your eyes fluttering shut. He carefully pulled out, trembling as your fingers stretched across his back, his skin burning against your fingertips.

Propping himself up on an elbow, he trailed his index finger back up your stomach, circling your nipple before he gently took your hand in his. Your breathing steadied as he smiled and kissed your palm, placing it on his cheek. Five weeks and here you were, completely fucked into oblivion with three orgasms to show for it. Tom’s gaze had shifted from lust filled to love struck as he let his fingers trace your features, your cheeks flushed and glowing.

“Why didn’t you want me here?” you outlined Tom’s jaw with your fingers.

Tom glanced away for a moment, inhaling sharply as he was contemplating his answer. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say that you weren’t stung by his insistence of no visits. He knew you would have flown here just for a day if it meant you could have this. Not just the sex but the time with him. It’s not as though you were naive of what being the partner of a fighter pilot meant. You knew Tom would be at the beck and call of the government, going wherever they sent him without question. No, you knew that and you’d accepted it a long time ago. But this felt different. This wasn’t the government placing him somewhere classified where he couldn’t get specific other than say he saw the same moon at night. This was Tom deliberately keeping you away, blocking you out.

“I–” you swallowed, palm cupping his cheek to gently urge him back to you. “I am not trying to accuse or start anything,” Tom licked his lips. “I just–I would like to know why.”

Tom was silent but you could see the cogs turning as he worked out a response. You didn’t want him to shut down.

“Am I–am I a distraction for you?” you asked, hesitant to get the words out.

Immediately, Tom grasped your wrist, staring down at you. “No, sweetheart! No, it’s not that.”

You bit your lip again. “Did you need some time apart?”

Tom sighed. “No, baby. It’s not what you think.”

“Then just tell me, please.”

After a moment, your brows knit together as you watched his face. “I can’t stand saying goodbye to you,” his thumb brushed your cheekbone. “I wanted you here but ever since what happened with Cougar’s meltdown I just–I lost it for a minute. And then Goose–You know, they tell us that if we fly long enough, shit like that will happen. Our job is dangerous. We lose people. Just part of the gig,” he took a second to collect his thoughts, his hand running down your hip. “I know you’ve accepted the reality of having to say goodbye to me,” he gave your hip a comforting squeeze. “After Goose’s accident, I started thinking that maybe I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to you.”

“I’m right here, Tom.”

“I know. It’s just–I have to accept it won’t get easier. I’ve got a lot to lose and that scares the shit out of me.”

Your hands gently stroke Tom’s cheeks as you kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m here, right here, right now. You just have to accept what is. What we have right now is pretty damn good, Lieutenant. Shit, this entire time I was thinking in the back of my mind that you might want to break up with me or something.”

“Fuck, no! Are you kidding?”

“Well, you did bar me from visiting, asshat,” you playfully slapped his shoulder.

“I won’t make that mistake, I promise,” he kissed your fingers, tucking them underneath his chin as you settled under the sheets. He glanced at you lovingly, pulling your arm so you’d lay on his chest. One hand ran up and down your back as he stroked your arm with the other.

“I love you, Tom,” you kissed his chest, eyes closed as you nuzzled his skin.

You felt his lips fall on your hair as he kissed your head. “I love you, baby.”

In the morning, you got up with Tom to help him with his deployment routine. While he showered, you took the liberty of packing his duffle making sure to iron his uniforms and pack extra flight suits. You felt like you were moving through molasses as the soreness between your legs had presented itself with a raging intensity. Tom’s surprise morning quickie at six hadn’t helped you but amused him as he watched you get out of the bed like a baby deer learning to walk.

“Fuck you, Tom Kazansky.”

“Oh, you have, baby. Multiple times,” that earned him a pillow to the head before he escaped to the bathroom.

You didn’t realize just how much you missed your routine with Tom until then. You missed the domesticity of everyday things: packing his bag, getting the coffee going, setting out his pressed shirts so that he could have the honor of folding them in his special way. This was one of the things you craved the most, being present in his life with the simpler tasks. You always believed that cliche was true because now you could say you were the walking, talking, breathing embodiment of said cliche.

Tom stepped out of the bathroom dressed in his basic white shirt, jeans, and boots. His hair was still damp as he wrapped his arms around you to rest his chin on your shoulder while you finished pouring the coffee. Turning your head, you gave him a quick kiss before handing him a mug.

“Thank you, baby,” He gulped three times before coming up for air, your first sip barely swallowed. You laughed from behind your mug. “Oh, did you pack the–”

“Extra snacks for you and Slider in the bonus pocket? Tell Slider I couldn’t find the regular jerky he likes so he’ll have to live with the turkey kind for this go-around.”

Tom smiled, tugging you into another hug. You’d forgotten how clingy he was during mornings like this, not that you were complaining. Burying your nose in his chest, you could smell the amber and sandalwood aftershave you’d bought him as an anniversary present. You were happy you remembered to spray his “borrowed” sweatshirt with it before he left. Tom would never admit it, but he found your little rituals for him to be comforting and adorable. He loved that you thought of little details like packing his bag with snacks for both himself and Slider, extra shoe polish, pressed shirts, pictures; it made him feel proud in a weird way.

Pulling your face from his chest, you both glance at the clock. Almost time or he’ll get his ass chewed out. Graduating with the TopGun award and being late to his first official deployment as the best of the best wouldn’t be a good look. Reluctantly, Tom pulled his arms from you, kissing your forehead as you sighed. Grabbing his duffle, he slung it over his shoulders as you walked with him to the front door.

“You’ll be here when I get back?”

“Your mom and I have some stuff planned,” you ran your fingers over his t-shirt. “Miramar seems super captivating.”

Tom chuckles at your tone, drinking up the sarcasm. You quickly wrap your arms tightly around his neck, standing on your toes. His hands clutch your waist, thumbs rubbing your exposed skin from your lifted sweatshirt.

“Hurry back to me, soldier,” you whisper against his ear, kissing his jaw as he pulls you back for another kiss.

“Always will.”

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hi! your works are absolutely fascinating! so alive(?) and captivating. (if you're comfortable with it) can you please write something about daemon x rhae royce's younger sister who looks like a pretty lady but has a personality of a much harsher warrior than anyone could imagine. maybe she appears at the court right after rhae's death or even later. i just had an idea and it's totally you right to decide what to do with it. thank u in advance!

Served Cold

Daemon Targaryen x Royce!Reader

Summary: "Twas never my sister which was the ugly one between the two of us," I seethe, holding my dagger even tighter to the prince's neck, "Twas I."

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Depictions/descriptions of violence/death/murder, fem!reader, i spun a roulette to decide daemon's fate, i describe readers features, gaslight gatekeep girlboss, typos, etc.

A/N: I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS NONNIE. RHEA WASN'T EVEN UGLY DAEMON NEEDS GLASSES AND TO GO TO JAIL. This is my vindication for the baddest babe that never got to be. I hope you like it nonnie, this took quite a dark turn lol Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda Part two anyone "I Want You, I Get You"

I made it a point to perfect my form before even practicing my moves. I was conscientious and sedulous in my work. Fair enough, I was not a quick learner like my sister. Rhea had always been better a picking up new things, but then again, I suppose the reason why it took me a while to learn something was because I wanted to make sure I knew every nuance, every sliver of detail about whatever it was that I was learning, before allowing myself to get into it.

And so when I was getting into him, by the time I was done, I knew Daemon Targaryen better than he even knew himself.

I knew it all. What he liked, and what he didn't. What got him turned on, what got him blood thirsty, and what got him bored.

I knew him like the back of my hand.

I knew what would make him tick before I even met him.

And I knew well to dress myself in colors that pleased him-- his house colors, of course, in all his vanity. I knew what style of dresses he liked on women; I knew the exact level of madonna and whore he was looking for.

I made sure the plunges of my collars were deep enough to attract attention, but modest enough to keep something for the imagination. I also I told my seamstress to keep my sleeves short and capped so he would want nothing more than to touch my bare arms.

If a tinge of decency overcame Daemon out of sport, I made sure to give him reason to avert his attentions to my skin by wearing some delicate silver jewelry.

I painted my face to accentuate the features I have been complimented on since a child. I drew on my eyes to make them look as though they were constantly gazing unto him with wonder, and brushed red on my cheeks, as though I was constantly blushing at his remarks, and on my lips, as though I was constantly pouting at his teases.

But all those things were nothing. The appearances I've had in front of the prince thus far, at court, during festivities and otherwise where nothing compared to what I had planned on our red-letter day.

Today, the kicker was my hair, my hair that was tied well enough to keep my thick, brown locks in fashion, but loose enough that with a strong enough flick, it would come undone.

"Lady Royce," Daemon calls, handing me a drink. I raised an eye at him and showed no acceptance of it as I crossed my arms.

He enjoyed that. He enjoyed it so much he poured the drink meant for me into his own cup and threw the empty one behind him with no regard. Why would he have regard, anyway?

He rakes in my appearance, "I see you have made a point to wear blue and red this evening," his lips curve, "could this be a marriage proposal between our two houses?"

Daemon is excited by my crass response, "you have not only already tainted my sister's being and bloodied your hands with hers, yet now you still thirst to defile the last remaining of her house?"

He tilts his head down at me as he narrows his eyes, "except I never touched that troll," the prince steps forward, "never wanted to touch her," he smirks, "unlike her little sister."

I lean close to him as I glare, "you're going to have to keep dreaming about it, my prince, because the day our skin touches is the day one of us dies."

Daemon breathes in my scent before I pull away abruptly. He chuckles from his spot, watching as I stormed off.

I was meant to exit the chamber and have him follow after me, but it seems that would not be happening, as Jason Lannister made it a point to grab my arm before I could depart.

"Lady Royce," he calls, making me turn and stand before him as he pulls away, "I apologize for the brashness, but I could not allow myself to have you leave without sharing at least one drink with me.

My lips curve at his words. A devious smile winds up on my lips, "why of course, my lord."

Jason then leads me off to where we could share a drink in relative quiet. I feel Daemon's gaze burn me with every move I made.

He was not particularly entertaining; Jason made it a point to talk about himself and how rich and powerful he was, but still, I made it appear that I was absolutely enchanted by our conversation, and that I was absolutely smitten.

I do say, Daemon had a timeliness to himself when he caught me genuinely laughing to the first funny thing Jason Lannister said all night.

And so when the vermin carelessly pulled me back with so much force, my hair tie finally gave up as I turned to him in offence.

I gasp at it, clutching my hair and its accessories, so that it would not further fall. Jason picks up one of my fallen clips as I rip my arm out of Daemon's clutch. I eye him darkly and mutter, "imbecile."

He lets out a dry scoff as Jason does a horrible job at trying to put my clip back where it was a while ago.

I grab his hand in both of mine and give a pinched smile, "I appreciate the efforts, Jason, but I think it is a sign I should retire. I could not go about the rest of the night like this."

"Nonesense," he shakes his head, "dare I say you look better this way."

I chuckle under my breath and begin to back away, "I thank you for your high opinions of me, but I really must go."

I take in Jason's expression as he steps towards me. Daemon eyes him darkly.

A clever thought springs in mind. I release a breath, "well, if you would like, we can meet at the gardens after I fix my hair."

The Lannister's face lights up, "I would want nothing more."

I give him one last look of regard, forfeiting one for Daemon, and make my way outside.

I make attempts together my hair up and fix it the way it was a while ago. It was I that fashioned my hair today. It was an easy task to do it again, even without a mirror, this time, more securely. I make my way out of the hall, towards the gardens.

I feel my stomach churn in anticipation when I hear the heavy footsteps behind me.

The next thing I know, I am pressed against the wall, being stared down my the riled up Targaryen, "you exasperating minx."

My nostrils flare at his expression and I shove him off me with a grunt. He reels back at my unexpected strength.

I give him a dirty look as I speed down the hall.

Daemon takes a moment before replying and chasing after me, "do you expect me to believe you did not plan for that to happen?"

I scoff as I gather my skirts in my hands, "oh, but of course I wanted my hair to come undone before Jason Lannister. That was the plan from the moment I was born."

When I hear his steps quicken, I bring my skirt higher and tighter in my grips, running faster.

Daemon is stunned by this and it takes a moment for the scene to register in his mind.

I eventually make it into the garden when he manages to grab me again. We are both heaving when he spins me around and tightly clasps my arms, "nowhere to run, little girl."

I grip my skirt tightly as I wrangle my shoulders in his grip. Daemon smirks at me all while using his strength against my actions.

"Now that you've had your fun," he leans in, "it's my turn now."

I bring my hand under my skirt. The moment he makes the mistake of withdrawing one of his hands, I knee him with all my strength in his groin, sending him crumpling down with a pained whine. That will hopefully prevent him from ever having children.

"You fucking bit-"

I tackle him to the ground, ripping my dagger off my thigh holster as I did so. With him pinned bellow me and my knee onto his back, I brought the blade to his neck, red immediately begins to gush against his skin, "you must understand something-"

I gag him with a piece of cloth I prepared in the chance he squirmed. He did not, I gaged him out of spite.

"Twas never my sister which was the ugly one between the two of us," I seethe, holding my dagger even tighter to the prince's neck, "Twas always I."

With one, clean, practiced move, I slashed the prince's throat. I made sure it was not enough to kill him, but enough for the guards to find him when I scream for help. We'll find out soon enough if it is his fate to meet my sister, or if it is mine.

I drop the blade to his side and pull away from him. I turn to my hands, smiling at the fact I managed to keep them clean. I then drop to my hind, and crawl back screaming, "HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP US! THE PRINCE HAS BEEN SLAIN!"

I continue my screams up until someone comes.

It's Jason, frantic and distraught.

Perfect.

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