Summary: If your safety, your love, came at the price of your freedom then so be it. Was he, after all, not a prisoner to your wretched magic? It had to be so. After his wife, her life extinguished too soon, he had not thought it possible to feel such things again. You had done this to him, driven him to the brink of madness, dangled him over the precipice of derangement. And would he not dangle forever if it meant holding onto you? [part one] Words:3.8k A/N:pirate!peter x mermaid!reader; 18+ for graphic violence (sword-fighting, stabby-stab); slightly obsessive!peter; imprisonment; non-con/violent touch; mentions of: food, injuries; implied smut; fem!reader; making up my own mermaid lore sorry; vee tries to write action scenes if you like what you read, comments/reblogs make the world go round. part 2/3
The pain in your body, battered as it was by human weapons, held fast, fading but slowly. The absence of your necklace, clasped around Peter’s neck instead of your own, made your magic weak and slowed your ability to heal, despite how many tears you shed. Under the physical hurt you felt, shame radiated from the darkest corners of your heart. To have fallen in love with a pirate was the worst kind of folly.
You were not so proud as to deny that Peter had intrigued you, that he had planted dreams of adventure and excitement in your mind. His words, like a weapon, had pierced the armour of your self-preservation, his touch lingering on your skin even when he was not holding you close. Peter had taken you prisoner long before you were ever dragged aboard his ship. And though you were made to be comfortable in quarters of your own, you remained a prisoner nonetheless. There was a bed, replete with silken sheets and a downy pillow alongside a large tin basin which contained water that was changed every night whilst you had your legs. You imagined the men would be loath to perform such a task if they had anything other than gold on their minds when they looked at you.
Of course, Peter’s men were of two minds, some dreadfully interested in you and others terrified to be so close to something so unnatural, as they called you. You much preferred these latter few whose eyes did not leer at you, who did not lick their lips at the rare glimpse they caught of their Captain’s treasure when bringing you food or delivering word from Peter, who had taken to avoiding your presence entirely.
Worst amongst these men was Peter’s first-mate—that awful, rat-like man you’d learned was named Harry. He entered the chamber most often, the key to your gilded cell kept in his breast pocket, his eyes fixed hungrily on your legs. He always visited at night, pulled you from the water whenever you refused to move yourself, watched with fascination as your tail changed to familiar limbs, bared under his gaze. It made you sick, filled you with desire to rip open his rib cage and crush his heart beneath your fingers. But even worse was the thought that Peter allowed him such access to you.
DONT EVER BE SORRY TO TAG ME, TAG ME IN EVERYTHING!!
But V… THE ENDING. I definitely was NOT expecting that, but the flavor in these words are immaculate. I’m utterly lost for words because these two cannot catch A BREAK. One minute he’s stabby then she’s stabby stabby WHERE IS THE LOVE?? But also do not be deceived, enemies to lovers is my favorite
Don’t mind me screaming over here until I read the next part!!
This might be my favourite comment ever tysm for reading!
Summary: If your safety, your love, came at the price of your freedom then so be it. Was he, after all, not a prisoner to your wretched magic? It had to be so. After his wife, her life extinguished too soon, he had not thought it possible to feel such things again. You had done this to him, driven him to the brink of madness, dangled him over the precipice of derangement. And would he not dangle forever if it meant holding onto you? [part one] Words:3.8k A/N:pirate!peter x mermaid!reader; 18+ for graphic violence (sword-fighting, stabby-stab); slightly obsessive!peter; imprisonment; non-con/violent touch; mentions of: food, injuries; implied smut; fem!reader; making up my own mermaid lore sorry; vee tries to write action scenes if you like what you read, comments/reblogs make the world go round. part 2/3
The pain in your body, battered as it was by human weapons, held fast, fading but slowly. The absence of your necklace, clasped around Peter’s neck instead of your own, made your magic weak and slowed your ability to heal, despite how many tears you shed. Under the physical hurt you felt, shame radiated from the darkest corners of your heart. To have fallen in love with a pirate was the worst kind of folly.
You were not so proud as to deny that Peter had intrigued you, that he had planted dreams of adventure and excitement in your mind. His words, like a weapon, had pierced the armour of your self-preservation, his touch lingering on your skin even when he was not holding you close. Peter had taken you prisoner long before you were ever dragged aboard his ship. And though you were made to be comfortable in quarters of your own, you remained a prisoner nonetheless. There was a bed, replete with silken sheets and a downy pillow alongside a large tin basin which contained water that was changed every night whilst you had your legs. You imagined the men would be loath to perform such a task if they had anything other than gold on their minds when they looked at you.
Of course, Peter’s men were of two minds, some dreadfully interested in you and others terrified to be so close to something so unnatural, as they called you. You much preferred these latter few whose eyes did not leer at you, who did not lick their lips at the rare glimpse they caught of their Captain’s treasure when bringing you food or delivering word from Peter, who had taken to avoiding your presence entirely.
Worst amongst these men was Peter’s first-mate—that awful, rat-like man you’d learned was named Harry. He entered the chamber most often, the key to your gilded cell kept in his breast pocket, his eyes fixed hungrily on your legs. He always visited at night, pulled you from the water whenever you refused to move yourself, watched with fascination as your tail changed to familiar limbs, bared under his gaze. It made you sick, filled you with desire to rip open his rib cage and crush his heart beneath your fingers. But even worse was the thought that Peter allowed him such access to you.
Summary: Margo offers you some overtime. A prequel to Sunday Morning.
Warnings: Slow burn, age gap, drinking, grief, 18+ due to smut in part two
Word Count: 7.5k
A/N: In celebration of For All Mankind Season 3 airing tomorrow, this is Part One of my new Ed Baldwin series. Look out for Part Two coming very soon! Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writerand@sociiallydiisoriiented for all your help! <3
In all the years that you have worked for the Director of Johnson Space Centre, Ms. Margo Madison, you have never once known her to joke around, which is why you are certain she is being deadly serious about the offer she has just laid out before you.
Hesitating in the doorway of her office with doubt filling your mind, you bite your lip and attempt to sidestep the question. “I don’t know, Margo. Isn’t there anyone else you can ask?”
Seated at her desk, the older woman studies you over the rim of her glasses. When she responds, there’s a familiar hint of impatience evident amidst her lilting southern accent. “It’s just a bit of filing. I thought you wanted all the overtime you could get.”
She’s right. Under normal circumstances, you would jump at the opportunity to make a bit of extra money. Whilst working as Margo’s assistant doesn’t exactly pay peanuts, living alone on a single income and paying for your mother’s endless medical bills doesn’t leave you with much change at the end of the month.
I have always loved your Ed drabbles, but now that I have started watching the show, I have a bigger appreciation for how well you capture his character and the world of the show as a whole. As always, you have such a fantastic talent for making your Readers feel like they were always part of the show, just maybe a little to the left or right of the camera (if that makes sense ).
I love the Reader’s backstory and how well you gradually have her warm up to Ed in a way that seems natural and realistic. I am so excited to keep reading!
Thank you so much, Vee! That means a lot to me! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first part of this story. I can’t wait to share the rest!
Summary: Margo offers you some overtime. A prequel to Sunday Morning.
Warnings: Slow burn, age gap, drinking, grief, 18+ due to smut in part two
Word Count: 7.5k
A/N: In celebration of For All Mankind Season 3 airing tomorrow, this is Part One of my new Ed Baldwin series. Look out for Part Two coming very soon! Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writerand@sociiallydiisoriiented for all your help! <3
In all the years that you have worked for the Director of Johnson Space Centre, Ms. Margo Madison, you have never once known her to joke around, which is why you are certain she is being deadly serious about the offer she has just laid out before you.
Hesitating in the doorway of her office with doubt filling your mind, you bite your lip and attempt to sidestep the question. “I don’t know, Margo. Isn’t there anyone else you can ask?”
Seated at her desk, the older woman studies you over the rim of her glasses. When she responds, there’s a familiar hint of impatience evident amidst her lilting southern accent. “It’s just a bit of filing. I thought you wanted all the overtime you could get.”
She’s right. Under normal circumstances, you would jump at the opportunity to make a bit of extra money. Whilst working as Margo’s assistant doesn’t exactly pay peanuts, living alone on a single income and paying for your mother’s endless medical bills doesn’t leave you with much change at the end of the month.
Firstly: “Because Ed Baldwin is exactly the kind of man you want to owe you a favour.“
Secondly: “he flashes you a knowing smile” I could see it in my head, that Ed smile, the way he would stand. So I melted.
Third: just pretend I’m not here… really Ed have you seen you? That’s impossible.
Fourth: let me borrow your assistant for the afternoon — omg please please *incoherent squeaking*
Fifth: I promise not to break her. GOTDAMN
Sixth: FATHER! The TWIST!
Seventh: BEING HERE WITH YOU BEATS A NIGHT ALONE!
Eighth: Aaaah yes YES YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE THAT
Hskssnsksnsksksksjsksjslsbslsbskssb ED BALDWIN!
I loved this I can’t wait for more!!!! Aaaah
Thank you so much! You picked out some of my favourite moments to write! chapter one was going to be much longer, but I figured I’d end it here and turn the series into 3 parts
pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
Warnings/Tags: smut, porn with a little plot, subby!Steven, soft dom!reader, loss of virginity (Steven), oral (f receiving), unprotected piv (don’t do that in real life pls), dry humping, use of pet names (good boy, etc.), aftercare
A/N: Look, I… I don’t know what to say for myself. Steven does things to me and I just wanna see him beg, okay? No Moon Knight spoilers, this takes place vaguely before the events of the series, and is also not really canon compliant anyway lol.
Steven Grant is sweet. No word can better describe the man. He’s shy, kind, a bit of a disaster. You just want to wrap him up in a blanket and give him some tea.
But you also want to make him squirm.
Maybe it’s depraved, but you can’t help it. Every time you see him awkwardly wringing his hands together and trying his best to hold a conversation you imagine how he would look and sound under you, desperate and needy. You figure he’s a virgin, the way he can barely look a girl in the eye, let alone ask one on a date. But that doesn’t matter to you, you want him.
Heyyyyy it’s time for a 600 follower celebration my loves! I still have an outstanding ask from the wonderful @galacticgraffiti from my 500 follower celebration (I haven’t forgotten, it’s coming I swear!) but if anyone has any Pedro character drabbles or headcannons they wanted me to write, ask away. If you want to use a prompt list, the following from @screnwriter look awesome
Summary: You head to a hotel to meet Steve, but the question is, can you go through with it?
Warnings:Bad language words. Smut. Non-Con…(NSFW 18+) Contains Dark themes which may or may not be triggers.
Pairing:MOB DARK Ransom Drysdale x Reader/ MOB DARK Steve Rogers x Reader
Disclaimer:This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
I fell behind on this serious & I’m trying to catch up & OMG, this chapter, what happened & the way it ended, my jaw is still on the floor. The rest of my comments are under the break since they have spoilers in them & are a bit long. Also, this is a Darker series & contains Dark themes & Dark contain, so please read the writer’s warnings.
Summary: Everyone (including you) thought that the love of your life was dead. But August Walker doesn’t give up that easily.
Pairing: August Walker x you
Word count: 1.3K
Warnings: angst, scarred face, fluff, passionately making out
a/n: I wrote this little fic for @littlefreya for her birthday. I love you very much, my little twin, and hope you have an amazing birthday! I hope you don’t mind the angst. It’s August after all || No beta’d, we die unlike August Walker || No permission is given to copy, repost and use my stories or parts of them.
How beautiful is that? Full of emotions and… the grief, though! This story broke my heart and then healed it at the same time. It’s so soft, and the sensual bit at the end falls right within the story.
You carefully reach for the weathered box and opening it you see a breathtaking little heart shaped black onyx medal on a dainty white gold necklace.
“This made me keep going,” August says in a soft but determined voice. “I wasn’t going to die out there because I needed to give it to you.”
So sweet! I’m glad he found his way home again.
“Thank you,” you whisper with tears in your eyes as August lays the right, scarred side of his face against the smooth, silken fabric on your torso and closing his eyes he murmurs with a long exhale,
“Youare what keeps me going.”
Even scarred, August stays as beautiful. Which is my reaction when I first saw the movie. I was like “How the fuck is this guy still handsome with half of his face burned off?”
Pairing:SugarDaddyMarcus Pike x f!Reader (From the Lavish‘verse)
Rating:E (Smut, 18+ only)
Word Count: 6k
Warnings:Established relationship, daddy kink in a BIG way, age gap, innocence kink, teasing, semi-public sex, masturbating, light spanking, oral sex (f receiving), rimming, PIV sex, Marcus “King of Aftercare” Pike
Summary:You and Marcus attend the FBI’s annual picnic and he is VERY distracted by your choice of attire.
A/N:This is based on a prompt from @frannyzooey, who will be hearing from my lawyer. No, but seriously, THANK YOU for sending this in, I had missed this couple but didn’t really have anything new to say about them until you got me THINKINNNNNN. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, KELLI!!!! Inspo for The Dress (™) is down at the bottom.
You checked the time again as you sent the text to Marcus. Today was the day of the FBI’s annual company picnic, and now that you and Marcus were “official,” you were supposed to be arriving together.
The gossip at work had finally quieted down after a month or so of your relationship being out in the open, but the peace was still a little tenuous. You weren’t stupid, you knew there were still whispers about the head of the Art Crimes Department dating an Archives intern nearly twenty years his junior. Some people were alwaysgoing to look sidelong at the two of you, but Marcus had made it clear from the beginning that you were off limits.
Still, it was quite the scandal–and you knew that part of today was going to be about making a statement, staking your claim that the two of you were together and that your relationship was real and serious.
Unfortunately, Marcus had been called in to question a suspect on the morning of the picnic, which meant you couldn’t arrive together like you had planned.
Also I really needed some Marcus Pike today I had a shitty day
Oh my god Marcus Pike is the BEST remedy for a shitty day. I’ll literally go to The Pedro Library and look thru the Marcus page when I need a little pick-me-up. (Is it embarrassing to admit it’s one of the permanently open tabs on my phone’s browser? My three permanently open pages are 1. My work email (thru a browser to avoid password locking the phone) 2. @dornish-queen ’s Watchlist for the purposes of comfort-watching and 3. the Marcus page on @littlemisspascal ’s Pedro Library.
Yep. The top three things in my life: Work, Pedro, and Pedro.
Pairing:SugarDaddyMarcus Pike x f!Reader (From the Lavish‘verse)
Rating:E (Smut, 18+ only)
Word Count: 6k
Warnings:Established relationship, daddy kink in a BIG way, age gap, innocence kink, teasing, semi-public sex, masturbating, light spanking, oral sex (f receiving), rimming, PIV sex, Marcus “King of Aftercare” Pike
Summary:You and Marcus attend the FBI’s annual picnic and he is VERY distracted by your choice of attire.
A/N:This is based on a prompt from @frannyzooey, who will be hearing from my lawyer. No, but seriously, THANK YOU for sending this in, I had missed this couple but didn’t really have anything new to say about them until you got me THINKINNNNNN. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, KELLI!!!! Inspo for The Dress (™) is down at the bottom.
You checked the time again as you sent the text to Marcus. Today was the day of the FBI’s annual company picnic, and now that you and Marcus were “official,” you were supposed to be arriving together.
The gossip at work had finally quieted down after a month or so of your relationship being out in the open, but the peace was still a little tenuous. You weren’t stupid, you knew there were still whispers about the head of the Art Crimes Department dating an Archives intern nearly twenty years his junior. Some people were alwaysgoing to look sidelong at the two of you, but Marcus had made it clear from the beginning that you were off limits.
Still, it was quite the scandal–and you knew that part of today was going to be about making a statement, staking your claim that the two of you were together and that your relationship was real and serious.
Unfortunately, Marcus had been called in to question a suspect on the morning of the picnic, which meant you couldn’t arrive together like you had planned.
Oh how I’ve missed Lavish!verse Marcus the juxtaposition of sweet & filthy w this man is just *chef’s kiss* and this was SO GOOD. Love everything about it & him also that DRESS I’m obsessed w it, I need it in pink lol
Oh my god the DRESS, right??? Unfortunately, my post-baby tits could NEVER. I’ll live vicariously through reader who is around a decade younger than me, LOL.
I know I write a LOT of Marcuses with varying ratios of sweetness to filth, but I think Lavish!Marcus might be the sweetest.
Ezra/f!Reader, rated gen. 700 words. sappy babyfic!!! i will not apologize but i WILL say this is @fleetwoodmactshirts‘s fault, entirely. in my mind this is a continuation of in so many words, but it can be read as a standalone. FYI: contains non-detailed descriptions of pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding.
When he finds out, he smiles, because he always does laugh in the face of terrifying prospects. He tells you it is a privilege and the honor of his life, and his voice is solemn and you think, there is too much truth in his tone for it to be a lie.
When the time comes, he holds your hand and presses his face to your shoulder and you finally see a glimpse of fear in his eyes before he hides it away and coaxes you to match the pattern of his unwavering breaths. He looks so young in that split second where his face is open—vulnerable and scared and full of cautious, desperate hope.
It looks like how you feel inside, and seeing yourself reflected in him bolsters you more than the breathing ever could.
summery:Javier Peña wanted to wait three dates before fucking you—his way of trying to do things right. It’s sweet, very sweet, but you’re horny. You’re both horny. The two of you know how this third date will end, you’ve just got to get through dinner and a movie. You can wait a few more hours, right?
rating: E(18+!!! THIS IS SMUT. With a sprinkle of plot. Unprotected P in V (wrap it up), creampie, oral sex (m & f receiving), vaginal fingering, praise, edging, squirting, body worship, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (so many), spit mention, teasing, (1) light bite to Javi’s buttcheek, spanks (playful), aftercare, post-sex smoking, so much kissing, Soft Javier Peña, fluff, softness.)
pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader
word count: 11k+ (I apologize.)
A/N: The third date got out of hand and I’m going to split it into 2 chapters. (Sorry!) This first part is reader POV. I love the response to this series so much! Thank you for reading! I’ve outlined more chapters and some one shots, with a pretty good idea about where I want things to go. I always welcome asks and dm’s. This is, as always, dedicated to my bestie and inspiration @juletheghoul and shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname who I love with all of my heart. Thank you again for reading and commenting!
When Javi had said the last three words, you’d sucked in a breath, eyes widening as your mouth made a perfect ‘O’, taken aback for a moment by the reveal. He told you it was a term of endearment similar to sweetheart or darling, but your mind was focused on those three simple words, shining bold and bright in your brain like a blinking marquee in Time’s Square. Knowing the translation made it seem much more intimate than something like honey or sweetie, and he’d bestowed it upon you on the first date, as if he’d determined right away you were special to him—that you’d be someone special to him. The words, the knowledge, it made you feel like you were going to melt into a puddle, your whole body just overcome with a warm and fuzzy feeling.
Muffin, my love!! I’m so happy you liked it!! They were feeling a type of way (horny) and just really went for it. Thank you for reading, commenting, and being so supportive!!
summery:Javier Peña wanted to wait three dates before fucking you—his way of trying to do things right. It’s sweet, very sweet, but you’re horny. You’re both horny. The two of you know how this third date will end, you’ve just got to get through dinner and a movie. You can wait a few more hours, right?
rating: E(18+!!! THIS IS SMUT. With a sprinkle of plot. Unprotected P in V (wrap it up), creampie, oral sex (m & f receiving), vaginal fingering, praise, edging, squirting, body worship, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (so many), spit mention, teasing, (1) light bite to Javi’s buttcheek, spanks (playful), aftercare, post-sex smoking, so much kissing, Soft Javier Peña, fluff, softness.)
pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader
word count: 11k+ (I apologize.)
A/N: The third date got out of hand and I’m going to split it into 2 chapters. (Sorry!) This first part is reader POV. I love the response to this series so much! Thank you for reading! I’ve outlined more chapters and some one shots, with a pretty good idea about where I want things to go. I always welcome asks and dm’s. This is, as always, dedicated to my bestie and inspiration @juletheghoul and shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname who I love with all of my heart. Thank you again for reading and commenting!
When Javi had said the last three words, you’d sucked in a breath, eyes widening as your mouth made a perfect ‘O’, taken aback for a moment by the reveal. He told you it was a term of endearment similar to sweetheart or darling, but your mind was focused on those three simple words, shining bold and bright in your brain like a blinking marquee in Time’s Square. Knowing the translation made it seem much more intimate than something like honey or sweetie, and he’d bestowed it upon you on the first date, as if he’d determined right away you were special to him—that you’d be someone special to him. The words, the knowledge, it made you feel like you were going to melt into a puddle, your whole body just overcome with a warm and fuzzy feeling.
Summary: You’re enjoying life as the live-in nanny for Din, the Sheriff of Everton. Things are wonderful, his son is adorable, and your feelings for him are hidden away entirely. But when someone from your past shows up to wreak havoc on your life again, something happens between you and Din, something you never thought possible.
Pairing: Sherrif!Din Djarin x Reader
Words:1148
Warnings:stalking, angst, anxiety, worry, pictures taken without consent/knowledge, comfort
Part 13 of my I Promise Series (thank you to @deangirl93 for beta reading the series!)
Dropping the photos, you took a step back as they spread across the table of their own accord, immediately seeing pictures of you and Grogu playing in the backyard last week, you changing clothes in your room, you and Din with Grogu at the fair.
Summary: You’re enjoying life as the live-in nanny for Din, the Sheriff of Everton. Things are wonderful, his son is adorable, and your feelings for him are hidden away entirely. But when someone from your past shows up to wreak havoc on your life again, something happens between you and Din, something you never thought possible.
Pairing: Sherrif!Din Djarin x Reader
Words:1148
Warnings:stalking, angst, anxiety, worry, pictures taken without consent/knowledge, comfort
Part 13 of my I Promise Series (thank you to @deangirl93 for beta reading the series!)
Dropping the photos, you took a step back as they spread across the table of their own accord, immediately seeing pictures of you and Grogu playing in the backyard last week, you changing clothes in your room, you and Din with Grogu at the fair.
Summary: You’re enjoying life as the live-in nanny for Din, the Sheriff of Everton. Things are wonderful, his son is adorable, and your feelings for him are hidden away entirely. But when someone from your past shows up to wreak havoc on your life again, something happens between you and Din, something you never thought possible.
Pairing: Sherrif!Din Djarin x Reader
Words:1148
Warnings:stalking, angst, anxiety, worry, pictures taken without consent/knowledge, comfort
Part 13 of my I Promise Series (thank you to @deangirl93 for beta reading the series!)
Dropping the photos, you took a step back as they spread across the table of their own accord, immediately seeing pictures of you and Grogu playing in the backyard last week, you changing clothes in your room, you and Din with Grogu at the fair.
Summary: You’re enjoying life as the live-in nanny for Din, the Sheriff of Everton. Things are wonderful, his son is adorable, and your feelings for him are hidden away entirely. But when someone from your past shows up to wreak havoc on your life again, something happens between you and Din, something you never thought possible.
Pairing: Sherrif!Din Djarin x Reader
Words:1349
Warnings: domestic fluff, pet names, stalking, anxiety
Part 12 of my I Promise Series (thank you to @deangirl93 for beta reading the series!)
You hadn’t even seen Din yet this morning, focusing more on Grogu and how hungry he was. But still, your mind kept going back to the night before, to kissing Din.
Summary: You’re enjoying life as the live-in nanny for Din, the Sheriff of Everton. Things are wonderful, his son is adorable, and your feelings for him are hidden away entirely. But when someone from your past shows up to wreak havoc on your life again, something happens between you and Din, something you never thought possible.
Pairing: Sherrif!Din Djarin x Reader
Words:1349
Warnings: domestic fluff, pet names, stalking, anxiety
Part 12 of my I Promise Series (thank you to @deangirl93 for beta reading the series!)
You hadn’t even seen Din yet this morning, focusing more on Grogu and how hungry he was. But still, your mind kept going back to the night before, to kissing Din.
Summary: You’re enjoying life as the live-in nanny for Din, the Sheriff of Everton. Things are wonderful, his son is adorable, and your feelings for him are hidden away entirely. But when someone from your past shows up to wreak havoc on your life again, something happens between you and Din, something you never thought possible.
Pairing: Sherrif!Din Djarin x Reader
Words:1349
Warnings: domestic fluff, pet names, stalking, anxiety
Part 12 of my I Promise Series (thank you to @deangirl93 for beta reading the series!)
You hadn’t even seen Din yet this morning, focusing more on Grogu and how hungry he was. But still, your mind kept going back to the night before, to kissing Din.
Summary: You’re enjoying life as the live-in nanny for Din, the Sheriff of Everton. Things are wonderful, his son is adorable, and your feelings for him are hidden away entirely. But when someone from your past shows up to wreak havoc on your life again, something happens between you and Din, something you never thought possible.
Pairing: Sherrif!Din Djarin x Reader
Words:1349
Warnings: domestic fluff, pet names, stalking, anxiety
Part 12 of my I Promise Series (thank you to @deangirl93 for beta reading the series!)
You hadn’t even seen Din yet this morning, focusing more on Grogu and how hungry he was. But still, your mind kept going back to the night before, to kissing Din.
Summary: You’re enjoying life as the live-in nanny for Din, the Sheriff of Everton. Things are wonderful, his son is adorable, and your feelings for him are hidden away entirely. But when someone from your past shows up to wreak havoc on your life again, something happens between you and Din, something you never thought possible.
Pairing: Sherrif!Din Djarin x Reader
Words: 2201
Warnings: needy Grogu, fluff, pure fluff
Part 11 of my I Promise Series (thank you to @deangirl93 for beta reading the series!)
You were starting to calm down, relax. It had been a few days since Din had mentioned the package that was almost delivered with your name on it, and you were more than grateful that he had respected your wishes. Upon returning home (and taking Grogu so you could get out of your soaked clothes), he hadn’t mentioned the package at all, let alone work.
The pessimist in me was waiting for a brick or something to come flying through the window and kill the moment but thank God it did not.
Will be interesting to see how Captain Creep takes this development. He’s bound to still be watching, right…
Maybe it’s the side of you that knows this isn’t over by a long shot…and let’s just say…listen to that voice.
I’m glad you’re loving this series though my love! I saw you reading all the parts and was excited to know what you thought. Thank you for reblogging and reading!!
Summary: You’re enjoying life as the live-in nanny for Din, the Sheriff of Everton. Things are wonderful, his son is adorable, and your feelings for him are hidden away entirely. But when someone from your past shows up to wreak havoc on your life again, something happens between you and Din, something you never thought possible.
Pairing: Sherrif!Din Djarin x Reader
Words: 2201
Warnings: needy Grogu, fluff, pure fluff
Part 11 of my I Promise Series (thank you to @deangirl93 for beta reading the series!)
You were starting to calm down, relax. It had been a few days since Din had mentioned the package that was almost delivered with your name on it, and you were more than grateful that he had respected your wishes. Upon returning home (and taking Grogu so you could get out of your soaked clothes), he hadn’t mentioned the package at all, let alone work.
I SEE THE SONG TITLE KAY AND I BUSTING INTO THIS CHAPTER LIKE ‘OH MY GOD IS IT GONNA HAPPEN?’
AND NOT ONLY DID IT HAPPEN BUT WE GOT A CUTE FUCKING DANCE TO HOZIER AND I’M GOING TO THROW MY COMPUTER OUT OF THE WINDOW OH MY GOD I’M SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHING
AMY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
Pleae don’t throw your computer though. You need that.
I LOVE YOU AND IM SO HAPPY THIS CHAPTER HAD YOJ SQUEALING
A/N: 2.1k words. Pining & Soft Bucky. Holiday fluff. TW: references to cancer
A follow up tosummer skin but it’s not necessary to read it first. This was written for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan‘s Merry Kismet Writing Challenge. Thank you so much for hosting! The prompt is “You owe me a kiss.”
It’s cold.
December reaches your childhood home in disappointing periods of drizzling rain hitting windowpanes, fogging the insides gray with the house’s heat. Brief winter winds ice the city, never quite enough to flurry like how it did in New York.
Yet somehow, it feels colder here.
You bundle up all over when it sinks into your bones. Blankets and two pairs of wool socks, knitted hats and gloves indoors, still rattling, falling lovesick and not participating in festivities.
Your sisters chide the melancholy, ask you to cheer up, tell you it’s the most wonderful time of the year incoming. Tinsel and allspice, brown sugar candles and the crisp snap of pine. A real tree propped up by the fireplace, topped by a burning red star.
my heart is very much overflowing with emotions right now
i am enchanted with your writing.
With his low timbre saying hello. Don’t know when I’ll see you, but I’ll dream of you until I do.
You turn to Steve with a grin, waiting for his bid but he only puts his hands up, palms faced outward. “Not me. I’m not trying to get into any fights with Buck. Had enough of that for a while, if none of you remember.?”
please steve really you got the wrong bitch
Dusky pine and leather. Faint cool aftershave and the vital heartbeat of warm boy. Something heavy and buttery soft draped over your previously cold shoulders.
Another dream.
Yet, it feels more corporeal than ever before and the drumming in your chest strikes a thrilled beat. Your hands wildly pat him up and down, drawing forth his sweet laugh at your antics. You don’t stop, though, running up the neoprene vest, the straps buckled over his torso, his strong jaw and chin. Then hair, those long chestnut strands lightly curled at the edges, grown a little longer and tucked loosely behind his ears.
“Bucky?”
“Yeah, honey.”
Bucky lifts his chin to place atop your head, pressing kisses down and chills race to your fingertips and toes.
“And what about me? You owe me a kiss, unless you’re all done with kissin’ for the night?
listen he can have all the kisses he wants
Real. Real. Real.
now see this reminded me of the part in hunger games: mockingjay where peeta asks katniss “you love me. real or not real?” and she responds “Real” and my heart can’t take this
so yes overall i loved this and i hope you don’t mind the long reblog and the reaction pics make up for it
Bro thank you for the long reblog and the commentary and just–!!! taking your time to read and Have Feelings for this one sdfjaldsfjas AAAAAAAAAAAAH I can’t believe I missed your reblog??? I read these comments last night and screamed into a pillow they were so nice and encouraging ugh THANK YOU.
Summary: One afternoon, you go visit your boyfriend, Jensen on the set of The Boys. But when you’re there, you can’t help but flirt with a certain New Zealander actor. What happens next is you and Jensen behind his trailer, him teaching you who you belong to.
Pairing: Jensen x reader / Karl Urban x Reader (implied)
Word Count: 1957
Rating: 18+
Warning: Smut, public sex, outdoor sex, p in v, unprotected sex, voyeurism, teasing, dirty talking, rough sex, implied cockhold
A/n: I haven’t written in a while, so in the meantime, here’s a little sexy thing I wrote!
PS: I had no idea what gif to put on this fic, so here have more of him.
Summary: One afternoon, you go visit your boyfriend, Jensen on the set of The Boys. But when you’re there, you can’t help but flirt with a certain New Zealander actor. What happens next is you and Jensen behind his trailer, him teaching you who you belong to.
Pairing: Jensen x reader / Karl Urban x Reader (implied)
Word Count: 1957
Rating: 18+
Warning: Smut, public sex, outdoor sex, p in v, unprotected sex, voyeurism, teasing, dirty talking, rough sex, implied cockhold
A/n: I haven’t written in a while, so in the meantime, here’s a little sexy thing I wrote!
PS: I had no idea what gif to put on this fic, so here have more of him.
Rich certified daddy in his late 40s early 50s!Henry Cavill x College student!fem reader
Summary: Months have passed since spring break. What exactly are they up to now?
Wordcount: 1.4k
Warnings:Sex, daddy kink, deep throat, orgasms, stuff like that xx
A/N: A massive thank you to @thelastsock for the AMAZING procreate creation of giving henry cavill more grey streaks in his hair. it’s lovely and all i can think about
Rich certified daddy in his late 40s early 50s!Henry Cavill x College student!fem reader
Summary: Months have passed since spring break. What exactly are they up to now?
Wordcount: 1.4k
Warnings:Sex, daddy kink, deep throat, orgasms, stuff like that xx
A/N: A massive thank you to @thelastsock for the AMAZING procreate creation of giving henry cavill more grey streaks in his hair. it’s lovely and all i can think about
This series is straight up the training?! I nearly keeled over at the thought I’m definitely gonna need a long cold shower after this intense adventure
Amazing work my love!
I NEARLY KNEELED OVER AT THE THOUGHT - what a damn mood because me
This is so freaking sweet and cute and I just *clenches fist out of cuteness*
As a fellow dribbler - I’m glad Sy found it endearing on Molly
Axel’s lil tweets/blogs are giving me life
*clenches fist out of cuteness* = literally me the entire time HAHA. Omg, me too - i literally drool my pillow under ALL the time (let’s hope my future bf will find it endearing)
and Axel > anyone else (i’m sorry i don’t make the rules ♀️)
Vision impaired!Syverson x Molly Sweet (asian ofc)
Summary: Axel gives us a little update on how things are going with Sy and Molly. (yes i wrote a chapter from a dog’s pov )
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 545
A/N: And this was the end of a short but sweet little series with vision impaired!Sy. Writing this truly broadened my horizon writing wise and I enjoyed it so much. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did
Omg Axel is already so ✨invested✨ in this, calling her his human
Ahhh these two humans are too dang sweet and I might just die reading about their dates
Your descriptions are amazing too - I love how you’ve really gone in on the details that don’t always normally crop up (or are at least less detailed) when there’s so much visual language to use.
Axel is the number one Molly/Sy shipper and I totally am on board with that!
Thank you so much for the sweet ass compliment I really tried to write from a vision!impaired pov and the amounts of times I had to pull certain description from the text, because he wouldn’t be able to hear, was quite the challenge, but so fun to do
Vision impaired!Syverson x Molly Sweet (asian ofc)
Summary: Axel gives us a little update on how things are going with Sy and Molly. (yes i wrote a chapter from a dog’s pov )
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 545
A/N: And this was the end of a short but sweet little series with vision impaired!Sy. Writing this truly broadened my horizon writing wise and I enjoyed it so much. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did
