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sollucets · 2 years

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26 and 41 for asher and babe?? 💞

26 (how dare you) & 41 (comfort food)

hi!!! thank you for the prompt; this was real fun to write and i think it turned out cute. david kind of butted his way into this when i hadn't meant to write him so much, but hopefully there's still enough asher/babe that it counts c:

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They wake to an empty bed, a pounding headache, and the faint sound of clinking metal from the kitchen. None of these are particularly auspicious things to wake up to in this apartment.

The headache at least is expected; it's allergy season, and the very air seems to have a personal vendetta against their sinuses recently. They haven't been able to breathe right for days, and the pressure's been awful.

Empty bed? Less expected. It might be their day off, but even so, Asher getting out of bed before them is such a rarity that they're immediately suspicious, worsened by the sounds coming from the kitchen.

With a monumental effort, they drag themself out of bed, stopping to slip one of Ash's shirts on over the pajama pants they’d already had. He may be fine running around in just boxers, but it's still weird for them, and the blankets were so warm.

Actually… on second thought, they snag their duvet to take, too, draping it over their shoulders like a cape on their half-awake journey to the kitchen. They're not sure they're actually equipped to save Ash from his own good intentions if what they think is happening is happening, but they will always try.

Sure enough, once they're close enough to the kitchen, they hear Ash talking over the gentle clank of dishes. "How dare you?" he's saying, voice light. "You can shit talk my cooking all you want, but you can't shit talk my devotion, okay. I toiled over that microwave last time."

If the situation was unexpected, the voice that responds is an actual shock, and they shuffle immediately to the doorway of the kitchen on hearing it. "I can, and will, say whatever I want. This is a favor to you, remember?"

There's an extra werewolf in their kitchen. David Shaw himself is standing over the stovetop, fully dressed in jeans and dark leather and glaring down at a large metal pot like it's insulted his family. He notices them the moment they come in, dark gaze sliding sideways to land on them where they're leaning against the doorframe.

David used to scare the shit out of them, honestly, Ash's assurances about his softie nature notwithstanding. His demeanor at pack meetings is almost completely unforgiving, all business and clipped sentences and pointed glares. It doesn't help that he's nearly a foot taller than them and built like an actual tank. He'd always been respectful, sure, but they hadn't known how to break down the wall there. In the end, it had all come crashing down the first time they'd seen him at home, shoulders around his ears as his mate hit him with a barrage of cutesy nicknames, his protests stifled completely the second they'd kissed him on the cheek.

David's gaze softens when he sees them in the doorway, and he inclines his head just slightly. They smile at him, wiggling the fingers of their left hand in a little wave. Asher, who's busy rummaging in the overhead cupboards facing away from the door, hasn't noticed them yet. Their boyfriend is dressed in his Shaw Security tee, and -- oh, right, they have a job today, don't they? That explains why he's up, but not why David is in their kitchen.

Seeming to find what he'd been looking for, Asher whirls back to face David and catches their eye. It stops him in his tracks for a second before he throws them a patented Asher pout. "Babe," he says, immediately leaving the spice he'd grabbed on the counter to cross the room to them. "What are you doing up? You don't work today, and you're all sniffly. You're supposed to be sleeping in."

"It's just allergies," they tell him, knocking their forehead gently against his shoulder in lieu of the kiss he's obviously gunning for. They haven't brushed their teeth yet. "This is sleeping in for me, anyway. I would've been awake two hours ago if I had to work."

Asher nuzzles gently against the side of their head before pulling away to make a face at them. "Gross. Well. You kind of ruined my plan to have comfort food all ready for you when you got up, but it means I get to see you all cute in my shirt, so I won't complain too much."

"If you keep talking, I might," adds David, but there's no heat in his voice. "This is almost done, Ash. You want a minute before we head out?"

"I'll meet you outside, big guy."

David accepts this without a hint of (further) annoyance, stirring the pot one last time before he breaks away. "Feel better soon," he tells them gruffly on his way out.

Once he's gone, they tilt their head up at Asher. "Did you ask him to come make me soup?"

"Hardly," Ash laughs, looping an arm around their blanket-padded waist. "I said I wanted to leave you some today, since we had to be gone, and he tried to give me his chicken wild rice recipe. I was gonna try it, honest, but I think he saw the look of terror in my eyes when I tried to read it, 'cause he strong-armed his way in here right away on the pretense of saving our security deposit."

They hum, leaning into his side. "Honestly, I doubt it was beyond you, but I get it. David writes his recipes like a grandma who doesn't believe in measuring cups."

Asher snorts, squeezes their waist, and says, with perfect sincerity, "I love you so much, babe. You should say that to his face sometime."

"I will," they say, because that's what you do with family.

#rowan's prompts #ask games #my fic tag #teaseat #redacted asmr #redacted asher #redacted david #this is cute to make up for the last two okay #also i do stand by that david thing #like you hear him in his cooking video go like 'yeah about that much' and 'more. more' without actually spelling out any measurements lol #like yes he uses tablespoons later but i choose to believe that was for angel's benefit #hes the kinda guy to go 'idk i just use a pinch'#or 'put a handful in' when his hands are like fully the size of your head #another tag tangent: chicken wild rice soup Hell Yeah #i live in minnesota so i have the extremely good privilege of having access to manoomin sometimes

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apollo-cackling · 8 months

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why do books with magical school settings always insist on making their staff fucking incompetent even when the setting is trying to be cool to live in. teachers never doing anything about bullies/punishing bullies and their victims equally/etc is the most common thing which like. yeah it's accurate but if you're trying to be aspirational like. why

#my rambles #also like #'oh yes let us put these two students known for getting into fights during a time where a bunch of students are getting kidnapped and #we are specifically very worried about one getting kidnapped #on duty for scrubbing a ship far away from most of everything without teacher supervision'#clearly to some degree rowan is supposed to be 'cool'#so this is just extra clown behaviour #the tapestry #shame the first tapestry book insisted on being a magical school book when all of its most annoying parts are tied to that #anyway this book is a quick read though so I'll be getting onto the post-[REDACTED] parts soon so wtv lol #tbc I *am* having fun I just also love complaining

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 10 months

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Yandere! Sugar daddy x "pure"! Reader

EEEEEEEEE Time to write my baby, the fruit of my dark rofan loins (jk) Basically, this yandere is my first yandere OC and when I gave life (lol) to him in Char/ai yesterday, I just knew he had to be next.

Also, I contemplated what title to give him since he's also a mafia boss, but I decided to go with Sugar daddy since it's the most integral part of his story.

Also, "pure" just means that you dress light, really. But in Rowan's eyes, you were like an angel, a pure being that he needs to taint (oops spoiler)

Yandere! Sugar daddy name: Rowan Silas (Yes, he even has a last name)

notes: Rowan is not old, OLD. He's not a Dilf/Gilf level sugar daddy. In his lore with my other OC (his love interest), he's older by five years. Also, reader has a womb, due to mentions of pregnancy (why did I do this pregnancy shit twice? Dunno really.)

TW: noncon pregnancy, trackers, nsfw stuff

ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN <3 (I don't even know if people will request but LOL just in case.)

The man only knew pain and crime all his life.

He never experienced anything good, apart from gunning down his enemies alive if that even means the same as what people deem as "good".

His life of crime was because of his adoptive father, who picked him up from the slums to become one of his personnel.

He was only seven by then. But his hands stained with blood as he killed the other kid who drowned his precious pet kitten in the lake. That's where his father knew that Rowan is not normal.

I mean, who would sport a smile while choking his fellow kid alive?

All Rowan said was "He deserved it though."

"He took what's precious from me."

That was enough to make his father set him straight to become the heir of the mafia family.

He grew up battered and bruised yet the vices he only knew is his smoking from his precious churchwarden pipe, and violence.

He told his father that it was enough for him.

Yet his body raged on, wanting more and more as greed consumed him for more.

Yes, he's a greedy man who wants more.

After all, he had nothing, then had one precious thing, then lost that thing. And then, when he eliminated the person who stole his precious thing, he got everything.

Did that make sense? To Rowan, it didn't.

He already got everything, but why does he want more?

So with a clean shot to the head, he killed his father and immediately inherited the family.

Now, he can spend the money and the resources as much as he wants. So he did. He went to casinos, brothels, luxury hotels and cruises. Everything he thinks that he needs.

But he still wants more. He still needs more.

And by god, he did get more.

He bumped into you one day, with you in your soft outfit of creams and pastels. Your pure, clean eyes made his heart skip a beat as you said sorry to him.

His greed triggered.

He wanted you so bad.

When he learned you needed a job when he saw your folder filled with resumes, he felt like he won the lottery.

"How about becoming my sugar baby? Don't worry, I won't ask anything. Much."

And as your cute figure pondered what to do, he smirked. You, in the middle of his dim office, in light clothing and an innocent face, was such a contrast in the dark office filled with his smoke from his beloved churchwarden pipe. You stuck out like a sore thumb, and he liked it.

He loved it.

And as your lips dropped the answer he wanted to hear, he shivered and gave you a lopsided smile.

"Good. Now, what do you want, love?"

Rowan sat down on his office chair, he cracked his neck and sighed.

He was bone tired. He just finished a cartel mission that he himself as the boss had to interfere. It was annoying because it was due to his incompetent new recruits.

At least they're sleeping with the "fishies", as what you call the finned sea creatures.

He grabbed something from his pocket and brought it up to his face. It was an intricate jeweled choker with a lot of rose gold arcs, jewels that match your eyes, and a diamond encrusted opal centerpiece.

He imagined you wearing it. Wrapping the choker on your neck himself, seeing your eyes flash in wonder and amazement. He imagined you also getting shy and saying that it was too expensive, and him saying that it was okay, and he wanted to give you this entirely by his own volition. And he got excited.

...In one way or another.

He chuckled and shook his head, swinging on his swivel chair as he dialed your number.

After two rings, you picked up.

"Love, come here. I got a gift for you."

You whined, getting shy again. He chuckled.

"You know what I say, I don't want to hear you say no. So come here now."

So you did.

Once you got there, he smiled and kissed your lips softly, bringing you close to him by your waist and lifting you up easily with his tatted arms.

"Come, I'll give you the present myself."

You got curious naturally.

He settled you in front of the floor length mirror which also saw... Much more intimate and sensual things you both did other than this gift giving thing he's doing.

Rowan slowly grabbed your hair and raised it, making you shiver with goosebumps from the action. He smirked, seeing you so flustered from the simple act of him grabbing your hair.

Well, that, and he also liked to grab your hair a lot while fucking you senselessly. There's that too.

You closed your eyes when he told you too, and you felt the familiar cold sensation of jewelry resting on your neck. But this time, it hugged it, making you open your eyes. It was the beautiful choker he was admiring earlier.

"Do you love it?" Rowan asked, looking at you through the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You nodded enthusiastically and said yes. He smirked.

This was the first time you didn't say to take the gift back with such a flustered apprehensive look. You're starting to get greedy.

He loved that. A lot.

"Now, how about you kiss me in return, hmm?" You rolled your eyes and gently kissed him. You know this day is not just going to end in a kiss.

But you didn't mind.

And he knows that.

You went home that day with Rowan driving you. He gave you more gifts that you shyly accepted once more, making Rowan shiver in glee. Again, you didn't reject them at all.

You're slowly getting tainted by his greediness.

And hopefully, you will be greedy enough to bring up your relationship to him, and tell him that you wanted more to this.

That you wanted his love.

Oh, he trembles at the thought.

It's not a question of if, but when, after all.

But now, he's just slowly moving forward with your relationship. Slow and steady wins the race, after all. Despite him living such a fast paced life, he knows he's patient enough to wait for you.

But if you backtracked and got out of his tight grasp...

Let's just say that the tracker he planted on your laptop, your phone, and now your precious choker will help him find you if you ran away.

You were the light to his dark, dreary life.

He'll be crazy enough to let you go.

And he's already crazy about you.

That's why he's making you addicted to him also. Showering you with gifts and love. Praising your body, worshipping it, pleasing it until you reach the heavens like the angel you are.

And if you still didn't want him... Let's just say the condoms with holes in them that he himself poked will do the trick.

It was a dirty tactic. But who cares? He's a mafia boss for god's sake. Dirty tactics aren't new to him.

And if you still somehow didn't end up pregnant and got to run away, he'll use his influence to find you.

You got no escape.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

You were his love. His greed.

With a drag of his churchwarden pipe, he drove off to plan your wedding.

You were going to be his after all.

No matter what.

I don't know if I did my baby Rowan justice i'm going crazY FUCK.

Can you guys tell I have favoritism? Because I do LOL

#male yandere x reader #yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere drabbles

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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Heyy back with another ask bestie🤭 ok so how about a cadre g**g b**g where they are in a war camp with reader and lorcan comes up in there bickering with her which gets the attention of the other cadre and row row comes in like “ik what would shut her up”😈 (they are yummier than the bat boys i stand by that😤)

Cadre (SMUT)

Lorcan x Rowan x Fenrys x Gavriel x f!reader

A/n: hey bestie! I also may favor the cadre over the bat boys at times lol. This concept has me feral so I hope you enjoy this. I left out Connall and Vaughan bc they were so left out of the books so I don’t know their character at all.

Warnings: fivesum, praise kink, degradation, name calling, and some light choking

You pushed back the canvas of the tent, Lorcan on your heels, fuming that you once again didn’t listen. “You’ve got a serious issue, you know that?” You turned, smirking at him. “Lorcan, if I listened to you we’d be dead right now.” Steam practically came out of his ears at your tone.

Before he could start screaming you both spotted Gavriel and Fenrys watching you from their seats at the war table. Fenrys was wearing a feral smirk, nothing brought him joy like watching you and Lorcan spar with your words. Gavriel kept a neutral face. As he assessed the situation and was working through how to intervene should it get physical.

Opening your mouth to say something that would send Lorcan over the edge, Rowan came up behind you. He pressed his sculpted chest into your back. Rowan held your chin in his strong hand, tilting your head back to look up at him.

His long white hair creating a curtain so it felt like it was just you and him having in the room. You flashed him a sweet smile, “Hi Rowan.” You and Rowan had been having a casual fling for some time now. Sex with no strings attached, but whenever he was around it was like you were instantly relaxed.

Rowan smirked back at you, “Hello sweetness. Are you giving Lorcan attitude again?” You feign innocence, “Me? Never.” Rowan lets a hum that let you know he saw right through your bullshit. He looks to Lorcan, keeping your head tilted against his chest, “I think I know how to make her behave. Just need some sense fucked into you huh sweetness.”

Your eyes go wide at Rowan’s boldness in front of the Cadre. He liked to keep things private between you, but you could sense something was different. You decided to play along, just to see what Rowan was scheming. You arched your back, grinding your ass into Rowan’s crotch, letting a small moan past your lips. “Yes sir.”

You could scent the arousal coming from the other Fae males in the tent. Mixing together it was overwhelming you. You didn’t know Rowan had an exhibition kink and if he was going to fuck you as the three of them watched you weren’t one to complain. You could feel your slick almost dripping down your thighs at the thought.

Rowan leans down placing wet, open mouth kisses all over your neck. “Now,” he said against your neck, “since Lorcan told us about the danger you put us all in, we’re all going to teach you a lesson. You gonna be a good girl for us?” Your heart was pounding in your ears. You had dreamed of each of these big strong males manhandling you, but all at once? You were going to pass out.

You hadn’t noticed Fenrys and Gavriel join your little circle until you felt Gavriel caress your cheek. Your attention snapped to him. “He asked you a question y/n.” Your mouth was suddenly dry. Your mind was empty as you wracked your brain for words that wouldn’t show up. Fenrys’ deep laugh had your eyes on him next. “Seems like the thought of having all of us has already caused her pretty little head to go dumb. That right baby?” You nod letting out a soft uh-huh.

“Good girl,” Lorcan purred. Rowan picks you up and brings you over to the large bed, the rest of the cadre follow. Putting you down, Rowan starts taking your leathers off, leaving you bare. He strips and slips behind you, wrapping you in his arms, leaving kisses on your jaw, neck, and shoulders. The others strip and watch you and Rowan with intense stares.

Rowan nips at your pointed ear. “The one treat you get tonight is picking who goes first, baby. Who’s it going to be?” You look at Lorcan, Gavriel, and Fenrys, meeting their hungry gazes with your own. You let out a hum as you think. “Lorcan,” you say in a seductive tone, a smirk playing on your lips.

Lorcan growls as he grabs you from Rowan. You wrap your arms around his neck, meeting his lips in a heated kiss. Your teeth and tongues clash as Lorcan fights for dominance as you push into him. You let him win as he pushes you down on the bed, pinning your shoulders.

He slowly moves down your body. Making sure to nip and kiss and lick every sensitive part of you. You shudder under his touch getting lost in the euphoric feeling of Lorcan dominating you. You caress his broad shoulders. Lorcan was quick to grab your wrists and pin them with one hand.

“Uh-uh baby. The only teary you got was picking me. You don’t get to touch.” He growls. Lorcan let’s a bit of his dark magic to wrap around your wrists, tying them to the bed. You whine as you try to move but the dark shadow like tendrils don’t give. Lorcan let’s out a dark laugh.

He moves to dig his fingers into your hips so hard your sure bruises are already forming. Lorcan drags his canines down one of your breasts, his tongue circling your hardened nipple. He looks at you through dark lashes wrapping his mouth around you and sucking hard. A high pitched moan leaves your mouth. You push your chest into his face. He lets go with a pop leaving a kiss to the top of your breast, a purple bruise forming near your nipple.

Lorcan keeps kissing and dragging his teeth down your torso while still keeping you in a death grip. He leaves teasing kisses on your clit and one tiny little lick. You buck your hips as best you can trying to move closer to his mouth. He tuts at your movements and runs a thick, long finger through your soaking folds.

“Fuck baby, so wet. That all for us?” You nod, looking at him through half lidded eyes. Lorcan lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the head of his thick, long cock. “You’re gunna be a good girl and take what I give you.” He grunts as he pushes into your tight cunt. You moan in unison at the feeling of him sinking inside you down to his base.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe he was so deep inside you. Lorcan gave you a second to adjust before he started thrusting into you at brutal pace. His thickness felt so good rubbing against your walls. You could do nothing but writhe beneath him. He was fucking you so good that you just went limp as you felt your orgasm approach.

Your moans got louder and louder as Lorcan pushed down on the bulge of him in your stomach. Your walls twitched around him. “Fuck-Lorcan feels so good.” “Yeah baby. You gunna come for me? Gunna come all over my cock?” You let out a pathetic whine in response. “Are you going to listen from now on? Be an obedient little slut?” You nod your head rapidly chanting yes and his name over and over.

With a few more thrusts your back is arching off the bed, your eyes screw shut as your vision goes fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm. Your left breathless as he finishes inside you and immediately pulls out of you.

Giving you no time to recover Lorcan pulls you up by the shoulders, pulling his magic away from you. Fuck, you’re so out of it you barley feel his hand wrap around your throat. He pulls you to his chest and his lips meet your in another intense kiss. “If only I could have you all night. You’d never have a bratty attitude.”

Before you could respond Fenrys was pulling you from Lorcan’s grip. “Now Lorcan, be nice. Look at her,” Fenrys pulls you onto his lap, snaking his arms around you and rubbing soft circles into your skin with his calloused thumbs. He softly kisses your temple and you relax into him.

“She was so good for you. Don’t you think she deserves a reward?” Lorcan rolls his eyes as he adjusts his position at the foot of the bed. Fenrys gently lays you down and your eyes flutter shut. He smoothes your hair. Your eyes flutter open and wrap your arms around his neck, lazily playing with the strands of his long golden hair.

“You can hold on to me. You’re going to need to baby.” Fenrys kisses down your neck but quickly picks up the pace. Your energy comes back, spurred on by Fenrys’ eagerness to be tracing your curves for the first time. Fenrys wastes no time with you. You tug harder at those perfect curls as he slips into your already stretched out cunt.

Still sensitive from the fucking Lorcan gave you, you knew you wouldn’t last long with Fenrys. His thrusts were long and deep. Exploratory and full of curiosity. You held onto each other as his pace increased, your legs wrapping around his waist. Heels pushing into his back.

Without warning, your walls spasm around Fenrys and come. He keeps going, as he chases his own high. He looks down where you connect and he moans. Your release mixed with Lorcan’s is leaking from your hole. “Shit baby, look at you. Such a mess for us. You feel so good. I never wanna leave this pussy. So warm and full.” You bury your face into his neck and moan, his scent wrapping around you.

“Fuck, you can take another can’t you? You want my come don’t you baby?” “Yes Fenrys! Fuck, please, please, please!” Two more thrusts and his release paints your walls. You once again go limp as Fenrys collapses on top of you. Both of you panting. “So good.” He whispered into your chest.

Gavriel pulls Fenrys off you and rolls him to lay on his back next to Lorcan. Rowan is lifting you again. He turns you to look at him. You settle on your knees, steadying yourself by laying your hands on his chest. “Think you’ve learned your lesson sweets?” Gavriel kneels behind you, his chest pressing into your back.

By the grace of some god you still have the strength to look Rowan in the eyes and give him a smirk that says “not a chance”. He sighs. Looking to Gavriel, Rowan motions with his chin. Rowan move back to lay against the pillows at the headboard, spreading his legs and stroking his cock.

Gavriel moves you both back down the bed a bit then he pushes you to bend at the waist, elbows resting on the bed. Rowan fists your hair “Lets use that mouth for something other than talking back, hmm.” Rowan hummed. He pulls you down to swallow his cock. Making your head bob. Using your hands to cover what you couldn’t take in your mouth you set an acceptable pace for Rowan. “That’s it, just like that. See you can be a good girl. Just needed to give that mouth something to do.”

As you kept sucking Rowan off you felt Gavriel lightly running his fingers over your ass. He moves down to your pussy, sinking two fingers in. He curls and pumps them a few times before pulling out. Gavriel brings his fingers to his lips and licks them clean, moaning at the taste of you mixed with Lorcan and Fenrys.

“Such a filthy slut. But like Lorcan said, just for us to play with.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. As he leaned forward you felt his hard cock poke your thigh, your eyes rolling back at the thought of taking him and Rowan at the same time. Gavriel places soft kisses down your spine, so different from the way he was just talking about you.

He kisses down to your ass and finally lines himself up with you. He slowly sinks into you, letting you adjust to him inch by inch. Not like you need to after having Lorcan and Fenrys absolutely abuse you. But Gods above he feels good. But he’s taking too long.

When Gavriel finally starts to move you hum around Rowan causing him to his, his hands flying to grip your hair again. Gavriel fucks you it’s like no male has ever fucked you before. He’s taking the time to learn every inch of you inside and out. What parts of you are extra sensitive right now. You don’t know if you can go back to just having Rowan after Gavriel. The others were good, but holy shit. Gavriel was great.

You felt his fingers on your clit, rubbing it in small circles. As the pace of his thrusts picked up so did his fingers. You started to choke on Rowan’s cock and he was once again tightly grabbing your hair, controlling your movements.

You’d never admit this to any of them but this felt good. Not being in control. Being pleasured and used by them. You were in heaven right now. You felt your third orgasm on the night creeping up on you. That knot in your stomach tightening. Your eyes rolling. Your moans muffled and squeaky.

With a pinch to your clit and a few more perfectly angled thrusts from Gavriel you come undone one last time. His own orgasm following immediately after. You heard him swear above you as he pulled out of you. He kept your legs spread watching the mess between your legs drip down your thighs and onto the sheets.

Rowan pulled you off of him, finishing in his hand so you could catch your breath. As soon as he let go of your hair you collapsed on the bed, breathing deeply. You felt the four of them staring at you. It felt tense for some reason. You slowly flipped onto your back, stretching as best you could.

You let out a small hum, “Holy shit.” Fenrys let out a laugh. Rowan and Gavriel were pulling you up the bed, tucking you between them. Now that your punishment was over all they wanted to do was take care of you.

“You ok sweets?” An mmhhmm sounds from you followed by a yawn. You turn snuggling into Gavriel’s chest. He wraps an arm around you. Rowan gets up searching for a cloth or spare shirt to clean you up with. When he returns and spreads your legs you whine. Rowan quickly shushes you rubbing your thigh. “I’m just cleaning you up sweets.” He whispers.

You relax letting him wipe between your thighs. “There you go. All done.” He kisses your forehead and slips next to you again. Lorcan and Fenrys head off to their own beds after seeing you content in Rowan and Gavriel’s arms.

“Goodnight y/n,” Gavriel whispers. A cold wind rushes through the tent. Turning out all the lanterns and cooling your heated skin. You were glad it was Gavriel and Rowan holding you. You drifted off thinking what it would be like to be with them for eternity.

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mariaofdoranelle · 24 days

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The Booty-Call Dare

Written for @throneofglassmicrofics, prompt “Impress”

I got the idea for this after an incredibly unproductive conversation at a bar lol

Warnings: language, sexual themes (but SFW)

Words: 963

You’re just proving my point, Rowan texted her in response to a selfie Aelin sent of herself eating pie.

“What’re you smiling at?” Lysandra teased from the other side of Aelin’s living room, which caught Elide’s and Fenrys’ attention.

She immediately wiped it off her face and gave an eye roll before giving her attention back to Rowan.

It has strawberries in it, Aelin texted back, defensive of her dessert choices. It counts as fruit.

Nice try. There was a brief pause before he sent, What’re you up to?

Not much. You?

She needed to cut this conversation short before Fenrys complained that she wasn’t focused on Girls’ Night—no one could pinpoint exactly how he started attending, but he was a constant in her monthly-ish reunions with Lysandra and Elide.

In response, Rowan sent her a picture. It was a mirror one, just the curves of his biceps and shoulders in front of rows of dumbbells.

A gym pic.

Are you trying to make me feel bad for all that pie I ate? What the hell was she supposed to say?

His response came lightning fast. I thought it counted as fruit.

“Holy shit,” Elide said from behind Aelin, right before snatching her phone and zooming in the picture. “He’s so trying to impress you with these.”

“Stop it,” Aelin hissed as she took her phone back.

It wasn’t a show-off picture like the ones Fenrys posts, it was casual. Rowan must be so oblivious he had sent her a not-so-friendly reminder of his very tanned biceps.

“What?” Lys asked.

“Rowan DMed her a gym pic!”

Fenrys choked on his pie.

Aelin crossed her arms, ready for it. Her friends had a problem of constantly reading too much into Rowan’s behavior when he was just being a good friend.

Fenrys held both hands up in surrender. “Look, I can’t see through a dude’s heart, but I know when he wants his dick wet.”

Sometimes, Aelin wondered if things wouldn’t be different if she hadn’t been in a relationship when they met, in college. Still, she was glad for what they had now. “Rowan wouldn’t risk our friendship for a hookup.”

Fenrys sighed, a faraway look that indicated that he was in Philosopher Mode. “Having female friends is like raising chickens. Even if you never eat them, at some point you’ll look at them while you’re hungry and wonder.”

“Very well, then.” Aelin raised one brow up. “We’re friends.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And you don’t think of me romantically.”

“No, ma’am.”

“But if I invited you to my bedroom…”

“I’d be there in a heartbeat. So would Rowan.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Alright.”

“Alright?” Aelin was confused, Fenrys never gave up like this.

“Alright,” he confirmed. “Call him now. Prove me wrong.”

“What.”

Lys and Elide cackled, then started a chorus of Do it! Do it!

Never one to back away from a challenge, Aelin squared her shoulders and unlocked her phone. “If I win, you’ll be demoralized and drop this subject forever. And if I lose…?”

Lys rolled her eyes. “You’ll fuck Rowan. I think this is a win-win scenario for you, Ae.”

But would she? She didn’t have much time to think about it, given the speed in which Rowan took her call.

“Hey, Fireheart.”

Her friends would mock her endlessly is she described Rowan as anything close to cheerful, but after being best friends for so many years, Aelin learned how to pick apart his undertones of grumpiness and yes, this was a happy one.

“Buzzard, hi.” The messy background noise from the call indicated that he was still at the gym. Good. She’d win this bet more easily if he was busy when she made the proposition—an idle brain is Hella’s playground. “Are you busy tonight?”

“Depends. Why’d you ask?”

“Um…” Aelin got up and paced around her small living room, and her friends watching on the edge of their seats didn’t help at all. “This might seem out of the blue, but I was wondering if you were up for… some Netflix and chill. You and me.”

This pause that felt like a lifetime was probably Rowan rewiring his brain after his best friend threw herself at him. Then, “Sure. There’s this new horror movie I thought you’d like. Or you wanna watch Gilmore Girls again?”

He didn’t want this. Rowan didn’t want it so bad he failed to recognize her proposal for what it was. The desire to hang up on him and disappear forever was overwhelming.

“No, not Netflix and chill. Netflix. And chill.”

A pause. “I’m confused.”

“I—“ Aelin pinched the bridge of her nose. This was harder than she thought. “Do you wanna bang?”

Rowan’s deafening silence was all the confirmation she needed.

“Fuck, um—“ Aelin grimaced. “I’m sorry. This was so stupid of me—“

“NO!” he interrupted. “S’okay. I— Um— Can you meet me in an hour? My place? Yours? D’youwannagrabdinner?”

“Um…” From the way her friends were grinning, Aelin’s blush must be visible from outer space. “Your place. I already ate. See you in an hour.”

“Cool.”

Aelin mumbled an unintelligible goodbye and hung up.

“I’m not even surprised.” Fenrys had a triumphant smirk on. “He’s doing cartwheels as we speak.”

Lysandra, the traitor, was laughing. “He’s setting off fireworks!”

Ellie’s eyes went wide. “Did he ask for that hour to shave?”

Aelin was frozen in place.

She had just scheduled a hookup with her best friend.

“Should I call him again to cancel?”

“Do you want to?”

No, she didn’t.

She had just potentially murdered their friendship, and Rowan seemed to be okay with it.

Aelin peeked under her shirt, cursed and ran to her room.

“I’m wearing granny underwear!”

If Aelin was about to ruin their friendship, she’d do it right.

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"The future only belongs to the future itself, and the future is Electric Youth".

Okay so, Time Traveler (The Crane Legacy) wasn’t a story in the beginning, it started as just gameplay about a young guy from the future, Robin Crane, a plumbot builder, who travels to the past and meets the woman of his dreams. Robin had a concern, though, in the Oasis Landing population files, no descendants of his were listed, so he became obsessed that he should start having kids right away, so much so, that he got into all the trouble that gave rise to the story.

Then, you know me, I started planning and writing a plot, taking posed photos for the characters, using special saves in both Aurora Skies and Oasis Landing to stage scenes, etc. And, since I had to follow a script, my characters’ lives were kind of on pause. But… in the original Aurora Skies save, where everything started, time and life continued to pass for the Cranes and the Shens (Juliette’s family), something that doesn’t happen in my story saves, where, due to technical reasons, life takes much longer to pass.

I've tried to keep secret what happens in the original Aurora Skies' save, so as not to spoil the story, but since Time Traveler is about, well, time traveling, lol, I thought we could do a little six-year time jump from 2017 to 2023 in order to introduce the next generation (3rd actually) of the Crane dynasty. So, without further ado, I present to you the third generation of Cranes.

From left to right: Carrie, Wanda, Rowan, Jessica, and Collin. Rowan and Jessica are the oldest with 8 (real life) years; and Collin, Carrie and Wanda are 6 (real life) years old. (Yes, they're all the same height cause I don't use height sliders in order not to mess my game).

As we already know, these five kids are all Robin's children, from three different moms, which are Juliette Shen (Rowan's mom) Kaleigh Chandelace (Collin's mom) and Ann Conners (Jessi, Carrie and Wanda's mom). Despite this, they love each other as if they were full siblings, cause they all have something in common: they have the same father, and some of them, (I am not telling which ones), also share Robin's alien genes. They are currently living their lives at the fullest, learning about their alien powers and preparing to compete among themselves to be Robin's successor. Who of them will make it? I still don't know so I can't tell, and if I knew I wouldn't tell. 😉

Sorry if this post was too long, or if it seemed like a spoiler, it's just I'm so happy with how this generation turned out that I couldn't resist, and I just can't wait for them to grow so I can tell their stories. 😋

I take this opportunity to say that Time Traveler (the actual story) is not over, it will be back, though maybe not too soon. I'm currently writing the episodes of Part Three: To the Moon and Back, where we will go to Robin's rescue after his abduction by an alien ship, and where, contrary to this post, we'll go back one generation to meet Robin's long-lost parents. It's a long way to go, but eventually we'll get there, then we'll let Robin take a rest as we move on to this brand new third generation. Of course, I want to give my endless thanks to Bee @poses-by-bee, @gabrielabenacci, @anasaquasims and Rayne's Factory and for the poses. As well as to @aroundthesims, @anzuchansims, @ifcasims, @plumdrops, lillka, blakegriplingph (MTS), and sketchbook pixels for the kids' hair and clothing. Proper credits and links here below: POSES

Child Friendship Poses, Child emotion Storytelling Poses, and Child Sit Poses by Bee. Child Posepack by Gaby's Creations. Cute Kid Poses by Rayne's Factory. Child Poses Shy by Anasaquasims.

CLOTHING, HAIR AND SHOES

Jessica: Loose top with Tulle Skirt, Cute Cardigan for Girls and Shine Leggings by Lillka; T-Bar Pointy School Shoes by Blakegriplingph (MTS). Jessica's hair: Nightcrawler Deep S3 Age Conversion by Plumbdrops. Carrie: Ruffle top with Cotton Jacket by Lillka; River (Shorts) by Sketchbook Pixels; Darte 77 Vans Old Skool by Anzuchansims. Carrie's hair is N03 Thyme, also by Anzuchansims. Wanda: Zipped Hoddie 4to3 conversion by ATS3 (Around the Sims 3), Winter Shorts by Lillka, Darte 77 Vans Old Skool by Anzuchansims. Wanda's hair is Anto - Milano by IfcaSims. Rowan: Sforzinda SP42 Hoodie, Studio-K Giruto Multi Pocket Pants and Darte 77/Pixicat Old Boots, all by Anzuchansims. Rowan's hair is Wingssims ER0914 also by Anzuchansims. Collin: Darte Coat and Hoodie, Darte 77 Jeans and Darte 77/Pixicat Old Boots, all by Anzuchansims. Collin's hair is Anto Male 75 by TTS -My Bluebook

Thank you very much to you all for making my game beautiful, interesting and fun. 🤗💗

The quote at the beginning of this post, is from Electric Youth, by Debbie Gibson, one of my all-time favorite songs. 😉✨

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mynameismckenziemae · 6 months

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She’s a Fire-Chapter VI

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Pulls you in, you can’t get enough

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving) handjobs, spanking, ass play, unprotected sex, etc.

Bradley was exhausted, but he lay awake for a while after you drifted off, thoughts racing through him. He’d never felt so much so quickly before; scary and exciting at the same time. He can’t help but wonder if this is it, if you’re the one as he succumbs to sleep.

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You wake up against Bradley’s warm back and you smile at his soft snores. There’s a pleasant ache between your legs and a not-so-pleasant one in your hip. No wonder he thinks your mattress is so comfortable, his is awful.

You straighten your legs in a stretch before curling closer to Bradley, your arm wraps low on his stomach, accidentally brushing your hand across his morning wood. His snoring slows to stops as his hips unconsciously seek out your hand and he sighs as you slip your hand down his boxer briefs to circle him, using the precum gathered at his tip to lubricate your strokes.

You’re guessing he’s still asleep as he isn’t holding back his breathy pants and moans, the unashamed sounds causing you to grow wet. His hips are flush with yours and you can’t help but imagine fucking into him this way, stroking his cock while nailing his prostate with each thrust.

His sounds are getting needier and his hips are thrusting into your fist on their own accord, you can tell he’s getting close. He stirs as you kiss along his back.

“Ohhh Row, that—that feelssofuckinggood” he groans, cum coating the front of his underwear. He rolls to his back and shivers as you stroke him past the point of overstimulation. He watches you bring your coated fingers to your lips to clean with your tongue.

“You can wake me up like that any time,” he chuckles breathlessly. He kicks off the cum-stained briefs and climbs over you, kissing your lips, and asks, “How are you feeling this morning? Still sore?”

“Just a little, my hip feels worse though. You’re right, my mattress is way comfier.” You laugh.

“I definitely need to upgrade. Maybe you can help me pick one out since you’ll be staying here sometimes.”

“Will I?” You ask, biting your lip.

“Yep, I’ve already decided. I haven’t slept that well in years. And I’ve never been woken up that good either” he says with the cutest smile.

“Glad I have a say in this,” you laugh, leaning up to kiss him, biting his lip and you pull away.

“I think you’ll learn that I’ll be the one wearing the pants.” He looks at you with a serious expression but cracks into a grin when you quirk your brow. “I’m kidding. We both know you’ll be the one wearing the pants. Actually, I’ll prefer if neither of us are wearing pants…” he murmurs as he kisses down the slight curve of your belly.

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He eats you out slowly and gently, with so much tenderness it’s almost apologetic. He brings you off 3 times before you’re whimpering and holding him back by his hair.

Your phone dings from the nightstand. You ignore it, but it continues going off.

“You better check it, seems urgent,” Bradley says, finally relenting.

“It’s probably Sunny, she wanted to meet for brunch and get all the deets on us” you reply, trying to catch your breath.

You reach for it and Bradley grabs his before coming to lie next to you.

Sunny: Are you awake?

Sunny: I know we said brunch, but do you guys want to come over? Assuming you spent the night at Bradley’s. Bob’s making breakfast and then we’re taking Steve to the beach, Jake and Nat are meeting us there. It’s probably one of the last warm weekends we’ll have for a while. You should come too!

Sunny: You know I’ll call if you don’t respond soon.

Sunny: Rowannnnn.

Rowan: Lol. Yes, I’m awake.

Rowan: Yes, I spent the night.

Rowan: I’ll ask Bradley quickly.

“Not sure what you have planned today, but Sunny wants to know if we want to go to their place for breakfast and then the beach with Steve. Jake and Nat are meeting them there.”

“Sure, sounds good. I don’t have anything planned for today. You gonna wear a bikini?”

You laugh, “Yeah, I’ve got the perfect one in mind.”

Rowan: We’re in.

Sunny: Yay! I can’t wait for you to meet Steve!

Rowan: Me either! I so miss having a dog. We’ll be there soon.

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Bradley offers you some clothes so you don’t have to wear your dress. You freshen up in the bathroom before pulling on his ‘US Navy’ tee and a pair of shorts. You snort at your reflection and walk back into the bedroom.

“I look like Adam Sandler” you laugh.

He turns and chuckles, “No, you look cute. I like seeing you in my clothes.”

You smile. You like it too.

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Bradley changes into his swim trunks and grabs an extra pair of clothes and 20 minutes later you pull into Bob and Sunny’s driveway.

You hear excited barking as you approach the front door.

You crouch as Bob opens the door and are greeted by the cutest three-legged golden retriever.

“You must be Steve! Ohmygoodness you are such a cute pupper, aren’t you?” You laugh as he sniffs your ears, “Ah! That tickles!”

“He’s got a thing for ears, sorry. I think he heard us talking about going to the b-e-a-c-h earlier and is a little overexcited” Bob says, laughing as Steve zooms through the yard. “Come on in, food’s ready.”

“Oh my God, you look like Adam Sandler” Sunny laughs as she sets plates out on the island, before coming around to wrap you in a hug.

“That’s what I said!”

“You’re also walking funny. Your vag okay?” She whispers.

“Yeah, I’m a little out of practice and he’s fucking huge” you whisper back as she releases you.

“I knew it! He would never tell me where he got his call sign, it makes sense now” she says lowly, “We’ll talk later?”

You nod, taking the seat by Bradley.

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An hour later, you’re back in the Bronco, laughing as you watch Steve claim the window seat in Bob’s truck, forcing Sunny in the middle. It doesn’t look like she minds though.

“Man, I’ve wanted a dog for so long. Steve’s the best.” Bradley says, watching them too. “But it’s so hard with the deployments and the long days.”

“Me too. I grew up always having a dog. I was alone in the city and my apartment in Denver didn’t allow dogs either. Maybe I’ll be able to get one here, once I figure out where I’m going to stay long-term.”

Bob and Sunny follow you to Penny’s and Steve takes off towards the water as soon as Bob opens the door.

“Remember the last time you chased the seagulls?!” Bob yells as he takes off after him. Bradley kisses you before running after them both, “I’ll meet you out there!”

Sunny follows you upstairs and inside. “It’s so cute in here! You were always so good at decorating.”

“Thanks, I ended up needing to get a new bedframe last weekend after the movers broke mine,” you say as you take Bradley’s clothes off, laying the tee over the chair in your room so you can wear it to bed later. “Bradley took me to pick a new out, brought it back here, and assembled for me.”

“That sounds like something he’d do. Oh, I like it” She says as she runs her hands over the frame, “It’s sturdy enough to tie someone to.”

You laugh as you pull your bikini top over your head, “My thoughts exactly. There’s just something so hot about bringing a big, tough, military man to his knees, you know?”

“Yep,” she smiles knowingly. Sunny’s got a little kink in her too.

You pull on your cheekiest bottoms and check yourself in the mirror.

“Oh, Bradley is going to lose his mind when he sees that booty.” She says as she gives you a light smack.

“Perfect, that’s exactly what I was going for.”

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The guys are playing fetch with Steve as you walk to the shore. Bradley watches as you pull off your coverup and turn, bending at the waist to set out your towel, giving you the perfect view of your bikini-clad bottom.

“Ow, shit!” You look over your shoulder and Bradley’s rubbing his forehead, frisbee on the ground next to him.

“Sorry!” Bob yells.

Jake and Nat walk up laughing.

“Alright there Bradshaw?”

Bradley gives Jake the middle finger with a laugh. “Fuck you”.

Steve comes flying over to greet the newcomers, and Jake follows him back to the guys to continue their game of fetch.

“So you and Bradley…?” Nat smiles.

You nod. “Had our first sleepover last night.”

“You sure there was sleeping involved? I never would’ve guessed with how you’re walking today.” Sunny teases.

“Oh, believe me, I know how that goes. The day after we reunite when only one of us deploys is rough.” Nat laughs. “I’m excited for you two though. Bradley deserves some happiness after the hand he’s been dealt in life.”

You nod in agreement as you feel a wave of sadness for him.

“Tell me about your wedding plans, do you have a dress? A date picked? The venue?” You ask her.

She gives you all the details and pulls out her phone to show you a picture of her dress, which makes you gasp. “You look absolutely stunning, Nat. Jake’s going to be a mess when he sees you walking down the aisle.”

She smiles, “Thank you. Part of me doesn’t want him to cry, because then I’ll cry”.

“Who’s crying?” Jake says as he plops down next to her. Bradley, Bob, and Steve follow.

“I will be if you cry at the wedding,” Nat says, bumping him with her shoulder.

“I’ll do my best. No guarantees. I didn’t even make it through the proposal without crying”. Jake laughs.

“I think we all would’ve been in that situation,” Bradley says. Everyone murmurs their agreement.

Sunny had told you that Jake had popped the question during their last deployment after she and Bob were hit and lost an engine. Jake was a mess, not sure if they were going to make it back to the carrier, and had to watch while Nat made the rough emergency landing. Being that close to losing her made him realize how short and precious life is, and he didn’t want to wait any longer.

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You and Bradley take your time walking back to your apartment after the other two couples leave. You invite him up and are barely through the door before he’s groping your ass.

“You wore this just to tease me, didn’t you?”

“I told you I had the perfect one in mind.”

“You were right. I’ve been fighting a semi all day.”

You reach back to palm him. “This feels like more than a semi.”

“You just walked the stairs in front of me. I almost took a bite.”

You laugh and turn your head for a kiss.

“Maybe I’ll let you. Wanna take a shower first? I’ve got sand everywhere.”

“Yeah, me too. Shower sounds perfect.” He steps back to give you a harsh slap on your right cheek.

You turn around with a surprised gasp. He smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I just needed to see that recoil.”

You laugh while you rub your cheek. “It’s okay…I liked it.” You walk to the bathroom and turn on the water, stripping out of your suit before climbing in. “I think you can tell I like being in control for the most part. But sometimes I want to give it up, too. I’ve never been dominated before…the only guy I tried it with stopped at any hint of resistance. Which is okay, I get it, but…I crave the fight. I won’t give in easily.”

Bradley steps in behind you, hard and erect against your ass. “That’s so hot,” he says as he laces his fingers through yours, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss. “I will love prying that control from your pretty little fingers, and fucking the fight outta you.”

You shiver. “I will too.”

He turns you both, pressing your hands to the wall in front of you before kneeling, the water running down his back. He places a kiss on the handprint he left. “I like seeing my mark here,” he murmurs against you, before biting it softly. He reaches for the teak shaving stool and has you stand on it before he devours you from behind. He brings you to orgasm quickly and before you even fully come down, he curls his fingers into you, sending you quickly over the edge again.

You place your heated cheek against the cool wall as you catch your breath. He rises to his feet behind you and places himself at your entrance. “This okay? Or are you still sore?”

You shake your head and arch your back, the movement enough to slip his head in. You groan in unison at the feeling. “I’m—it’s—that’s good. Sofuckinggood.”

He presses the rest of the way in, letting you adjust before fucking you at an unhurried pace. “Your pussy was made for this, you take me so well.” He grits out.

He spanks your left cheek next, leaving a matching handprint before a wet thumb traces over your puckered hole, the other wrapping around to circle your clit. “Can I touch you here, while I touch you here?”

You nod with a mewl and clench around him.

Your orgasm crashes over you when he presses harder with his thumb. You trigger his orgasm and he groans lowly, filling you with his cum as your pussy milks him.

Your legs are tremble as he pulls out of you. He guides you off the stool and kisses you tenderly before he reaches for your shampoo, lathering it in his hands before rubbing it in. He helps you rinse it out before taking the conditioner, avoiding your scalp and applying it halfway down to your ends.

He answers before you ask. “I helped my mom wash her hair before she lost it from chemo.”

Tears spring to your eyes, “She was very lucky to have a son like you.”

He gives you a sad smile and tips your head back to rinse it out. He washes your body next and your heart skips a beat at the tenderness he’s showing you.

Once you’re clean, you return the favor.

“God that feels amazing,” he moans as you massage the shampoo in, “No one’s washed my hair since I was a kid.”

The thought makes you want to cry; he’s touched starved.

“Do you want to stay for supper? I’ve got the stuff here to make lasagna.” You ask as you rinse it out.

“Yeah, lasagna sounds good.”

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Bradley helps you in the kitchen, much to your surprise and delight.

You turn on ESPN as you sit down to eat. “Do you like sports? I shouldn’t assume you do just because you’re a guy.”

“Yeah, I do. Football, basketball, baseball, hockey; I love it all.”

“Okay good, me too. Probably from growing up in my dad’s bar and was the only thing he had on TV.”

You talk sports as you eat and Bradley is surprised to hear you played hockey growing up.

“But…how? You’re so small?”

You laugh. “I was pretty average. The pads make you look a lot bigger. It was a good outlet for a lot of the anger and frustration I had, especially as a teenager. Have you ever been to an NHL game?”

“Nah, but I’ve always wanted to. We should go sometime.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Bradley takes your plates and insists that you stay put while he does the dishes. “You cooked, I’ll clean.”

“You helped the entire time!” You argue, laughing.

“Nope, now sit and relax.”

He joins you back on the couch a few minutes later, pulling you on his chest.

Sleep comes easily with the steady beat of his heart while his fingers play in your hair.

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A/N: For those of you who don’t like a submissive man…Bradley will take the lead on occasion but yes, Rowan wears the pants in their relationship.

I couldn’t get this chapter out for some reason, but i think it’s better, I fixed the flow when I did the reread today. Whatcha think?

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Antis: But Gwynriel can't be mates because Azriel didn't sense their bond!! The bond always snaps in place for the males first!!!

Rowan Whitethorn and sapphic mate pairs: We are just a figment of your imagination ✨

(And yes, same-sex mates DO exist. We know SJM's worlds are all linked, and in TOG, Emrys and Malakai were mates, while in ACOWAR, Rhys commented that Thesan and his male lover were waiting for their mating bond to snap into place.)

Also, the more they argue that Gwynriel aren't mates, the more they agree that SJM will go down the mating bond path. Because why else would they be so fervently denying their mating bond? (And please remember these are the same people who are hollering that Elucien is boring because they're mates... So shouldn't they be desperately trying to prove that Gwynriel are mates and label them as "boring" too?) Their arguments are so contradictory that I'm always left scratching my head when I inadvertently see them (since they don't even tag properly lol).

#gwynriel #pro gwynriel #antielriel #mating bonds #another day of debunking myths

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hopeyblogs · 1 year

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idk if u take requests but i really want a brief summary of how rowan, xavier, ajax, and tyler would be with a chubbt reader.. I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH

hii yes i do take request!! Thank you for requesting <33 hope u enjoy it!! ⇢Masterlist

Ajax:

He practically lives for chubby women. Ain't no way you're being insecure with him.

Nibbling on your stomach, thighs, breast, every spot possible.

He's a little bit scared to touch scaring he'll stone you. Pls reassure him.

Definitely an ass man. He'll grab a handful of ass and kneeding it.

"Ajax! Get off! We're in public" Huh? no lol

Seeing you in his shirt with your ass peeking out. You're in for a long night babes

When you're insecure. He'll praises you with so many cringy words. You'll just agree to get him to stop. In the end you'll actually feel loved.

In Ajax words. "That ass is definitely a full dinner"

Tyler:

He doesn't mind any type of bodies, tall, short, chubby, skinny. He loves them all.

He'll definitely rubs your thighs, arms, wraps his hands around your waist.

Soft touches around your body, holding you so gentle.

Grips on your waist when he's jealous or pissed.

Pinches your waist and thighs to tease you. When you're mad about it, he'll rub his hands up and down to soothe it.

A sucker seeing you short skirts. Seeing you in mini tennis skirt, definitely pulls down your skirt to cover it. Doesn't want prying eyes ykyk

Definitely protective of you, any eyes lingering on you far too long. He'll cover you with his hands or jacket.

words of Tyler. "you're too pretty for others to look at"

Rowan:

Definitely a boob guy. Tries not to stare at your boobs. If you're taller than him, chest at his face, he's gonna need his inhaler.

He'll shyly wraps his arms around you, feeling your curves and dips. Soft and silky supple skin.

He's not a pda guy but in private, smushing his face on your chest. Sleeping on it. You can't move.

Naps on your chest. Face in between and one hand grabbing your boobs

Loves it when you hug him. He'll get all blushy.

Other times, you'll lounge together with him sleeping on your lap, covering his face into your stomach.

When you're sleeping together, he'll lay his head on your chest or stomach.

Loves seeing you in cleavage showing dresses, tries to hide his staring but he's bad at hiding it.

If someone stares at you for a long time he'll pull you away immediately.

words of Rowan. "Can i nap on you?"

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 8 months

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protective jealous lorcan x reader where reader is part of the cadre and is flirting with someone else,, maybe he insults her or something and lorc steps in fhidsnfikdf feel free to take this wherever you want lol

Maybe I deserved it

Lorcan didn't know, he couldn't tell when he had grown so protective of you. He had seen your potential before anyone else did. He had watched you. Never dropping his gaze from your frame. The way it moved. The way you possessed your magic. The way to yield it to your call.

There was a gentleness about you. Something that none of the males that were a part of the cadre carried with them. At least not openly. Gavriel, maybe, was the sweetest of them all but even he possessed a lethal look. One that many feared. And no one dared to question. But your strength came with tenderness. The softness that wrapped around everyone who came close to you.

Lorcan knew there was something special about you. Something that drew him closer to you the day the three of them came back home to you making dinner in the kitchen. It didn't seem to take anyone else aback. But Lorcan. Lorcan couldn't move. At the moment you handed him a bowl with warm soup, something within him snapped. Something that will never be the same. Something that changed him as a male. That brought his worst fear to life. He pushed his chair back quickly. Knocking the ball over as he stood and walked away. You called after him but he didn't listen. His heart was beating against his chest too loudly.

Everything changed after that night. You had no clue what you had done wrong. Neither Gavriel nor Rowan were much help when you ask them. You tried to approach Lorcan but every time you did you get dismissed. Or he just walked right past you. He refused to train with you. He refused to go on missions with you. He barely ate in the same room as you did. No longer come to your room to read or simply share a drink. It's as if you had died to him.

Your chest ached. There was always something about him. Different. People feared him but not you. Yes, he was deadly. Maybe he was death himself. But all you saw was someone desperate to be loved. Someone you knew you could love. But you quickly realized that Lorcan was a male who didn't care for such things. And now with him ignoring you. With him not even glancing your way. You knew that you had to kill out the last flame that burned within your chest. Sacrifice the longing for a happy ending. Because the happy ending you wish for clearly didn't include him.

That's how you found yourself in one of the taverns. Tight leather clothes exchanged for a flowing dress. Twirling as males spun you around in the middle of a dance floor. You were intoxicated, yes. But the last couple of weeks have been torturous. You needed an escape. Even if it was hard to find one in the city. But you were desperate for it. Clawing for it. Ready to settle for crumbs. Twisting the golden curls of a male in front of you.

Lorcan saw red as he watched you. His drink abandoned for a long while now. The only reminder of it was the way glass pressed against his palm. Even Gavriel, who usually kept away from commenting on things like this growled next to Lorcan. The whole cadre was protective of you. To them, you were a family. A sister. They protected you no matter what. The fact that all of them sensed danger pleased Lorcan's worries too.

You were spinning around one moment the next sharp hand took hold of your hair, yanking you to the side. You let out a shriek. Way too intoxicated to catch the attack before it happened. "Fea whore", the voice snarled, "what more are you good for than to be bedded". The male shoved your body against the wall. The impact made you let out a painful exhale. Your hands fumbled to reach for the dagger strapped to your thigh.

"You little whore...", yet the last word the male spoke sounded more like a gasp. And when you opened your eyes a dark black shadow was wrapped around his throat. Choking out the air and keeping any sound at bay.

"I dare you to say it to my face", a low voice appeared, making you quickly jerk your head to the side. Lorcan's eyes were pitch black as he stared at the male in front of him. You felt arms reaching for you, flinching slightly. Only to let out a breath of relief when you sensed Fenrys. The male clawed at the invisible rope. "Say it", Lorcan dared, loosening his magic around the male's throat, "Loud and clear so everyone could hear". It was a dare. One no one who knew what power Lorcan held would dare to say.

The male shook his head and Lorcan chuckled, "What a pity. Shat your pant's already?". Lorcan turned his back towards the man taking a couple of steps back. The male's shoulders sacked with relief. But before he could take another full breath a dagger ripped through his flesh. Gasps erupted. People fled the taverna. All curiosity gone.

You watched the blood coating the floor. You've seen death plenty of times but this... A tight grip on your upper arm brought you back to reality. Lorcan was dragging you towards the door. "Lorcan", it was Gavriel who growled in warning. Yet none of the males followed. "That was...", you started but Lorcan cut you off, "He had no right to talk to you like that. You are a part of the cadre". You looked at him in disbelief, "My title. Your title doesn't give you a right to kill an innocent man". Lercan let out a loud growl, "Innocent? Do you know what was going through his head? Do you know what...", he stopped, taking a deep breath in. As if he was breathing fire.

"Maybe I...", you started but Lorcan quickly cut in, "Don't you dare finish that sentence". It was a warning. Maybe I deserved it. Those words even if unsaid skinned Lorcan alive. "You are the best thing that had crossed the gates of Doranelle. The only reason why the sun finally fells warm here. Why...", his voice died down. Lorcan never opened his heart to anyone. Not like this. All you could do was gape at hum. His face twitched. "If anyone deserved anything in there, it was that bastard. Not you", with those last words Lorcan turned away from you. Striding for the woods in speed you could never match.

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sollucets · 1 year

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see this is why i was supposed to keep this light and fluffy and about pda because if i start seriously trying to seriously deal with the ramifications of the eclipse’s post e10 plot ill go insane :(

#i got... too into it... in the last scene #i think i have to change it. yes i Did want some kind of 3 jums resolution #but thats not what the fic is supposed to be about. i think i just gotta....#maybe like. rearrange the scenes and put one in the cafe in the middle??#anyway this is your notification: i LOVE the eclipse with my whole heart #and i do not acknowledge any part of episode 11 #between like. 22 minutes and 36 minutes #actually this is what has been plagueing me the whole process of this fic lol #it was supposed to be: akk gradually gets more comfortable with pda #because i Could Not Imagine him just going directly to 'holding hands in public' tbh #and it was gonna be all cute. bc aye getting uno reverse'd is a good concept for me #but then the Problem (real-life implications of akkayan coming out) hit #and i'm fine with that. i can tackle that from a place of relative confidence as someone who was out in high school #but.... i keep getting.... Sidetracked...... and i know this is not the place to handle that shit #(namely e11 thua + the plot holes related to the world remembers + DIKA)#someday someone will give me money to rewrite the whole show (i have THOUGHTS) and ill do it in some kind of 100k epic or something #but its not here. this is supposed to be for akk gets comfortable with public affection :(#rowan chatter #dvd commentary

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bodycountgame · 1 year

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ROs on a list of dom-switch-sub

i have answered this before (i would link it but tumblr mobile is victimising me personally!!) but i always find these categories a bit limiting so here is some more info under the cut xoxo

adegoke: really depends on his partner, but pretty adventurous and would try anything once. he would appreciate a healthy level of variety.

arthur: definitely leans more dominant, the idea of not being in control is very uncomfortable for him.

atticus: look. listen. atticus definitely leans dom, that’s his only really experience to date, but i do think that if he was with a partner that helped him experiment with being a bit submissive that it would truly blow his mind.

avery: largely depends on her partner, but i think her natural inclination would be to be more submissive. she's so in control is every other arena of her life that i think she would really value someone else taking the lead.

charlie: honestly if someone gets charlie in the bedroom and are like hey what are you into he’s just like yes. they’re like charlie are you a dom or a sub and he’s like yeah! truly just a happy to be there king (so probably more submissive lol)

ellis: wants to be verbally dominant, physically submissive. they wanna get railed but best believe they’re gonna be providing detailed instructions for how best to go about it yk

florrie: sort of opposite to ellis - florrie can rag people around but she'll be a bit shy about it hahaha. like you'll get slapped, but she'll look coy as she does it.

griffin: leans more submissive for sure, benefits from clear instruction hahaha.

imogen: total sub! nervous about trying new things - she needs a lot of praise and encouragement.

nyra: nyras focus is on safety and comfort, so she very much prefers to be in control until there's a really solid foundation of trust.

rowan: come first by terror jr is basically her ethos lol, rowan is v invested in her own pleasure. especially in short term partnerships she is happy to fulfil any role as long as she is thoroughly satisfied, and will absolutely change it up if it seems like she might not be.

syd: dom for sure. like they're down for whatever, probably the most adventurous of the characters, but even when it seems like they are not running shit they are almost definitely still running shit you know??

vinh: it should be noted that vinh is demisexual and tbh i don't think we're gonna see any nsfw scenes from them in BC simply because we do not have the time! but they are definitely more submissive.

#nsftv

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 7 months

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Request: Inigo Dragonov scenario where we (his darling) didn’t cave into remarrying him. (I guess this is like an alternative timeline from the original storyline). He was thinking about bankrupting our family, so aside from that, what if we also didn’t want to remarry him because we found a new lover (that even his private investigators didn’t know about). And to make it even more soap opera drama like, our new man is Inigo’s old university rival (who’s still also his company’s rival). I’m sorry…I just love these tropes/cliches. What makes it even ❤️provokingly❤️ worse is if his rival were just to see Inigo across the street one day on an outing with us and our twin babies…and just kiss the babes while pulling us into an embrace…all while keeping a long deadlock stare with Inigo. Like DUSKGSJOSLHWJJJWJ!!!!!!!!! Unleash Inigo’s full yandere potential after being forced to witness this!

Yandere! CEO! Arranged! Ex-husband x AFAB! Ex-wife! Reader

WHAT IF: You refused to marry him?

Ooh anon, you're the worst (lovingly). You really want Iñigo to suffer huh?

Once more, I'm delving into Iñigo's lore because fun fact, Rowan may be my first yandere OC, but Iñigo had a whole novel just exploring him and his actual partner, Ykaidi! (I unpublished it on Wattpad though, it's so cringe lol. Also, there's so much stuff I changed so technically, the original timeline IS an au in itself) So this will be a good creative exercise to explore his personality more.

He's one traumatized bitch.

No?

Did you really say no?

Iñigo scoffed before tilting his head to the side, a bit bewildered.

"This..."

Words died down in his throat as he saw your resolute face.

"A-are you sure you don't want to marry me? I told you that the children needs a father figure in their life."

He somehow got a bad feeling about this. And that proved right as you gave him a soft smirk.

"They do, actually. It's not you though."

Iñigo felt his blood run cold.

His ears started to ring from the shock he received.

"You..." You have another man? That was not... Him?

How could that possibly be?! He always made sure that his private investigators would know each and every single one of the people that you spoke to back in New Zealand.

He should rethink his choices right now.

"But, Elise and Elliot needs their biological father. I am their bio father!" Iñigo yelled, his jaw ticking. But you only rolled your eyes.

"Did you think I would take into account on going back to you?!" You screamed, marching up to him and pushing him back. Your heart squeezed in pain as it pumped to accomodate the anger rising inside of you. "You neglected me. Insulted me in ways I don't even hear from my parents!"

You stomped one step, as if crushing his heart in pieces.

"Why would I come back to you?" Your voice, crackled with the pent up anger, gave a raw, intense tone of rage that echoed your beating heart. "You must think I'm stupid if I'll run to you."

Iñigo's vision swam, breathing heavily as he felt small, pressured....

Intimidated.

He never took account of you moving on and hating him to the point of getting another man. But you did. You did what he thought was impossible.

"Sweetheart... Please..." His tone was getting desperate, clawing at the seams to make sure he won't burst from the emotions he's feeling.

Iñigo is an emotional man. Yes, he may seem cold hearted and reserved, but when it comes to you, it's different.

His hand trembled, wanting to grab your hand to rest upon his cheeks and place a shackle on it.

"I'm going." You whispered before walking out of him.

~~~Two weeks later~~~

It's been hell in Iñigo's company. He's working his employees like dogs to create the best fashion company out there.

Whatever that means.

But all he knows he needs to outrank the Smith's when it comes to the Fashion influence across the world.

He needs to outrank you.

He needs to be more popular.

More rich.

More influential.

He drank another coffee, letting the coffee dribble down his chin and onto the hardwood table.

"Indigo, I think you need to take a break." Oliver said, using the nickname he's been using since he was a child. Iñigo looked up and saw Oliver holding up a mirror, reflecting how bad Iñigo looked.

"Wow, way too drive the nail further. Fuckhead." Iñigo glared at Oliver before shaking his head and standing up. "Alright. I'll go for a walk, Livi."

Iñigo went to the bathroom, fixing his appearance, shaving a bit, and adding light makeup to his face, just to hide the circles on his eyes.

Damn, he even knew how to apply makeup just to impress you, the fashion icon you are.

His tongue stung, remembering when he called you frumpy.

He got down through the elevators and walked towards the park. His steps heavy and straightforward. He ignored the stares he got, some shocked, some flirty, but he didn't mind them.

Because once he looked up to cross the street, his eyes widened seeing you and...

"Steven..?"

Steven. He knows him so well.

He's an academic rival back then in highschool and college, and now a business rival too.

He also can't believe he's now a love rival also?

Iñigo always remained victorious between them, with Steven simmering in second place.

But Steven only laughs, rolls his eyes and moves on.

He hated that part of him.

But now, it seems that Steven is leading in one aspect.

And it's you.

Steven looked around, sightseeing before landing on Iñigo.

Both froze, unsure of what to do.

But this time, Steven smirked and pulled you close, kissing your temple lovingly then scooping Elise and Elliot into his arms, laughing as they giggled in Glee.

People awed at the sight, seeing this "father" play with his children and being openly affectionate with his "wife."

The perfect family.

Iñigo feels like he's looking into the spotlight, looking into a pedestal that looked too far from his reach.

He wanted to break the hands that affectionately caressed your hips, to tear the lips that kissed your temple, to break the ankles that dared walk up to you.

He felt something crack inside him.

Sure, he won't use violence.

On you.

But, the prospect of Steven dying in his arms, torturing him for hours sounds delightful.

He finally snapped.

He's not afraid of blood, nor guts nor any of that gorey stuff.

He got his yandere side from his biological father after all, not Allastor. It was never Allastor, after all, he's a really sweet man.

He could never spawn a devil in hiding.

And, as Iñigo walk away to buy the necessary items to torture Steven, he smirked.

"Business be damned. I'm taking what's mine."

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