Summary: It’s hot, both Dave, Georgia’s dad’s dark, tall bodyguard and the weather. Dave was always there, in her house and in her mind, as if it was his job to guard her thoughts instead of her dad’s well being.
Happy birthday, @danniburgh! Hope you enjoy my little adaptation of your fic — starring Dave and Georgia exploring their dark sides. Lots of love, bby!!
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WHAAAAAATTYTTTTTSHFLXJEKCJSJFKDJD
ok yeah yes ajá yes okay alright IM FINE IM FINE
i screamed and I couldn’t stop screaming at this ejxnrjxkfjd
this is more like a second part to the whole fic and i love it and i just UGH THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER KAYLIE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!
Summary: Nothing about Cee’s life has been normal, so why would falling in love be any different? The dark, twisted scoundrel who killed her father is an unlikely choice, but he’s also inescapable.
Warnings: SMUT, ANGST, age gap - but Cee is NOT a minor for any sexual encounter, PIV sex, creampie, oral (f & m receiving), fingering (f receiving), cum play, cum eating, allusions to rough sexual activity. Please let me know if I missed something important.
A/N: Dead Dove, y’all. This might toe the line of decency a little bit, you have been warned. If the idea of this pairing upsets you, please ignore — this is NOT a reader insert nor is it canon for the film. I have never written an Ezra fic before, so please be gentle. Thanks and much love to my darling @ezrasbirdie for the beta and supporting this attempt at something other than a reader insert fic.
They will find something to take from you.
Ezra’s words echo in Cee’s mind long after their return to the Pug, long after they get back to Central. Without being asked, she waits at the hospital for the doctors to patch him up as well as they can.
i only came back for this bc i knew it was going to be fucking amazing and IT IS GOD HELP ME
although kaylie my love you missed this warning:
let me just PROCESS bc this was a fucking rollercoaster, my tummy was ON FIRE and my puthy was CLENCHED the entire time i cannot believe this, FUCK someone really dared to do this and the fact that it was you makes it 1000 times better
can i just say:
THIS LINE I HEARD THIS LINE IN HER VOICE AND ITS A PERFECT WAY TO DESCRIBE THEIR DYNAMIC JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
yes I’m gonna make a long post of this without a cut bc everyone who sees my reaction needs to read this os bc it’s perfect
and then my favorite lines in a fanfic from the last 6 months appeared:
“Kevva help me”
“Kevva’s in my cunt”
you knocked this out of the park my love, this is great and amazing, incredible, showstopping jsjdnddn this is a must for debauched people like us, fucking AWESOME and i love it and love you and I’ll think of this for a long time
Summary: Jack retired honorably from Statesman and bought a ranch in Montana. You’re part of the construction team helping with the renovations. You catch his eye, and he catches yours, but you’re not looking for a relationship; you want someone to treat you right and ease your tension, someone you can trust to take care of you. Jack is more than up to the challenge.
Warnings: SMUT, PIV sex, MMFF (orgy), oral and fingering (m & f receiving), group sex, double penetration, exhibitionism kink, public nudity, public sex, masturbation, daddykink, nipple play, anal play, cum play, creampie, whew I think that’s it??
A/N: oh did u think we’d seen the last of daddy!Jack? Nope. Now he and his Baby Girl are going to explore the full range of their desires by visiting a sex retreat and engaging in some Fun Group Activities, including a little two-on-two time with a couple of Jack’s dear friends. Much love as always to my beloved beta, @ezrasbirdie. Our dear reader thought she didn’t want anything serious but boy is that about to change.
“You want to what?” Your voice is incredulous as you hold the phone to your ear, cradled against your shoulder. It’s a hair away from slipping out of your grip, and you manage to catch it, the sanding paper you had in one hand fluttering to the floor.
You’ve been with Jack for about a year and a half, and he still manages to surprise you.
KAYLIE I’M SCREAMINGJ FKDSSJFKLSD SCREAMING CRYING SCREAMING FLAILING OVER THIS AND IT’S ALMOST 1AM JFDKAL;FJDAKLSF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
jFKDS:JKFLJSDLKFJSDLKFJSD This was so fucking good. JUST?! EXCUSE YOU?! I CAN’T EVEN WITH COHERENCY RIGHT NOW fjkdlsa;jflk;asfs
Every bit of this was just so sexy and tender and hot and sweet? Daddy Whiskey can get it any time goddamn
AND THEN?! THE FOURSOME? Holy fucking hell VEE AND OLLIE jfKDS:FJDSLK VEE AND OLLIE JFKDJFKSLD:FJS all of them together was just fucking PERFECTION!
AND THAT BIT AT THE END
AT THE END THE VELVET BOX MA'AM FJDKALFJDSA MA'AM!!! DJAF;LJADSL I AM SCREAMING EVEN MORE OVER IT
I loved this so freaking much Kaylie jfkl;dssajfkldsaj ugh SO MUCH!
Summary: The bluster and charm of one of the country’s most successful businessmen is nothing but a front for his insecurities and shame. But the year is 1983, and no one knows this, except Roxanne; the young woman with whom Maxwell Lord shares his bed, his fears, and his confidence. He feels safe with her name signed to a binding NDA, which prevents her from revealing his true self to the world. But when he begins to fall for her, the balance of power is called into question. Is what they have real, or just another commodity? And can two people on opposite sides of such a contract ever truly be equal in love?
Warnings: SMUT, PIV sex, wildly inaccurate depictions of sex work, prostitution, oral and fingering (f receiving), slight food kink, let me know if I missed anything important
A/N: Trying to write a little more when I can… this idea grabbed me and I go where the muse says. Much love to my beloved @ezrasbirdie for looking this over and also to @lowlightsand@leslie-lyman for the sweetness and support of this little fic.
Max rolled over in bed when Roxanne didn’t return after he dozed for a few minutes. Stirring, he got up, grabbing his boxers off the floor and sliding them on. The elastic snapped softly against his hips in the quiet of the apartment before he made his way out of the bedroom. He found Roxanne in the kitchen, standing next to the sink and drinking a glass of water, his dress shirt falling at her mid-thigh, just a couple of buttons done up.
I’m flailing over this fic Kaylie fjkd;fjlsda. Flailing over how earnest Max is and what Dave and Roxanne are up to fjkldsajfkls;jfklads I AM A MESS.
Gosh I just love the way you pull me in as a reader just from the get go and then you keep me on the edge of my seat mixing in the tender and the sweet with the underlying driving plot fjdskal;fjdsla seriously Kaylie I just love this so freaking much!!
Summary: The bluster and charm of one of the country’s most successful businessmen is nothing but a front for his insecurities and shame. But the year is 1983, and no one knows this, except Roxanne; the young woman with whom Maxwell Lord shares his bed, his fears, and his confidence. He feels safe with her name signed to a binding NDA, which prevents her from revealing his true self to the world. But when he begins to fall for her, the balance of power is called into question. Is what they have real, or just another commodity? And can two people on opposite sides of such a contract ever truly be equal in love?
Warnings: SMUT, PIV sex, wildly inaccurate depictions of sex work, prostitution, fingering (f receiving), let me know if I missed anything important
A/N: Trying to write a little more when I can… this idea grabbed me and I go where the muse says. Much love to my beloved @ezrasbirdieand@mothandpidgeon for looking this over and encouraging me to try something new!
Maxwell Lord sat in a darkened booth, a stack of videotapes on a table next to him. He rubbed his palm in nervous circles over the threadbare armrest of the chair before lifting his hand and squeezing a fist to regain his composure.
He hadn’t thought about doing something like this before; after all, there was no shortage of women eager to use him for social climbing or as a piggy bank. But he never felt safe with them. He never felt as though he could shed his larger-than-life persona, and he grew tired of lovers after a few months at most.
Oh my gosh Kaylie fjdlks;fjdslka there’s just something about the way you write Max that just draws me in and makes me melt. I am so hooked on this and already love the testing the water between these two!
Summary: Your little backwater home is flyover country for most of the galaxy. Galactic Republic? Empire? New Republic? It’s all the same to you. Strangers fighting over your home. At least, it is until a very familiar ship with a not-so-familiar pilot makes an emergency landing, and needs your help. The mystery man, covered in beskar, so desperate to return to the stars, finds something unexpected on his unscheduled detour.
Warnings: SMUT, PIV sex, oral (m and f receiving), helmetless Din, never-been-kissed Din, things escalate quickly u guys, more body warming, soft!Din, domestic things… let me know if I missed something
A/N: A certain Vanity Fair article had me spiraling back into Din-land once again… My beloved @ezrasbirdie came through with the beta help as always. We’re both In Too Deep with our love of this metal man and we’re happy about it.
Din takes to farm life with an enthusiasm that leaves you breathless.
It starts the morning after your first night together; you wake, cradled against Din’s warm chest, fingers spread over his stomach. It’s muscular and strong, with a layer of softness that feels good under your palm. Din must like the way you’re absentmindedly stroking the flesh, dusted in dark hair, because he makes a little hum of pleasure and kisses your hairline.
JFKDS:LJFKDLSJFL DS MA'AM!!! FKS:JFKDSJFSD KAYLIEEEE JFKDSLJFLSD Part 2!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Ok I adore the domesticity with Din like?!?!?! let me and this man have a farm and just enjoy tea and dinner and fuck in our free time?!
ALSO I see you finally finding a way for Din to get some in that ship
Summary: Sleep with a communist? That would be downright un-American. Except Javier Peña never met a damsel he didn’t want to rescue, a small penance for the woman he left behind at the altar all those years ago. He can provide occasional comfort, and if that means taking a bit for himself - well - that should be enough to get by.
Warnings: SMUT, PIV sex, oral (f receiving), creampie, Javi being tender but also not, it’s the early years this man is A Mess Emotionally
A/N: Javi in Season 1, man. It’s just a Whole Thing. Thanks as always to my beloved @ezrasbirdie for lookin’ this baby over. This is a stand-alone but could also be a prequel to something else still formulating in my brain.
She’s beautiful.
It’s the first thought that occurred to Javier Peña as the door to his apartment swung open, and he found himself face to face with a dark-haired woman, her soulful brown eyes shining with a plea for help.
He didn’t say it, though.
“Well, what have we here?” He asked, his glance flicking back and forth between the stranger and Murphy’s wife Connie, both women clad in blue scrubs from the comuna.
“I’ll explain later. I’ll be right back,” Connie said, waving the dark-haired woman inside. “Go,” she added, and then Connie turned on her heel, her blonde ponytail bobbing behind her, leaving Javier as bewildered as he was the moment he opened the door.
Kaylie!! I loved reading this and loved the way you delved into the little bits between Javi and Elisa because omg that kiss and that look was so tender fdjaksl;fsjd. This was so good!
Summary: Frankie’s work as co-owner of Wild Things involves making sure the books run smoothly. He’s content to have Max help with them, but only if they’re audited, just to be on the safe side. He’s hired the best in town - you - based on reputation alone. When he meets you to go over the final report, sparks fly - and Frankie decides to give you a little show off the books as a thank you for all your hard work. That escalates quickly.
Warnings: SMUT, PIV sex, oral and fingering (m and f receiving), facesitting, I’m in a lil bit of a trance so sry if I forgot anything
A/N: More from the Magic Markie ‘verse! Will still basically work as a standalone, if you like. This one goes out to my dear @wordsnwhiskeywho will hopefully enjoy a very special insert, with thanks as always to @ezrasbirdie for looking it over!
Frankie adjusts his tie in the elevator as it rises higher and higher, opening to the 30th floor of a gleaming office building downtown. He feels so out of place, so uncomfortable in the business attire.
He’s traded in a military uniform for a more casual look (and sometimes, nothing at all when he was on stage), and he can’t wait to get out of the suit when he gets home.
Do I have regrets? ONLY THAT I TRIED TO WAIT JFD:LSFJDS OHMYGOD I LOVED IT!!! I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!!
LITERALLY ME RIGHT NOW!!!!
You really just fjdksalfjdals the office sex!! Frankie giving her a show! Him being his blushy self and the face sitting at the end?!?!?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
