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Title: BABYDOLL

"All Ego Meets Pink Energy – Heat in the Ring"

🎀All Ego Ethan Page x innocent cute pink sexy Bimbo!Wrestler OC (Blue )🎀 my first wrestling fanfic and more to comeeeeee <333

Summary: Desc: Blue didn't know why but she had always gravitated towards WWE NXT despite it being such a "masculine" line of work, she liked the fashion styles women would wear in their gear, certain moves they did, but also the absolute eye candy that came with the job aswell, especially when she was a teenager. But she had her favorite piece of eye candy. Her trainer/coach Ethan...whom she could never get her mind off of the millisecond she started wrestling but of course, there were always other women flocking towards him & getting in her way so now was the perfect time to step up & show off the very skills Ethan Page had taught her once she was signed in.

Please enjoy xoxo 💋

The arena lights were blinding, but all Blue could see was Ethan. The way he moved in his All Ego swagger made her stomach twist with a delicious mix of nerves and want. She tugged at her pigtails, feeling the soft bounce of her pink hair ties, her tiny crop top and sparkly gear hugging her curves in all the right places.

Ethan’s eyes locked on her as he circled, smirking. “You ready to show me what you’ve got, sweetheart?” His voice was low, dripping with mischief.

Blue bit her lip, shuffling closer, trying not to melt at the thought of his hands on her. “I… I’m ready,” she whispered, though her giggle gave away just how nervous—and excited—she really was.

The bell rang, and they circled each other like predators, teasing, testing. Ethan lunged playfully, grabbing her waist to keep her steady—but his hands lingered a little too long, thumbs brushing against her toned stomach, fingers tracing just above her hips. Blue gasped, heart hammering.

“Careful, Blue,” he murmured, voice husky. “You’re way too… distracting.”

Distracting? She felt his chest press closer as he leaned in, heat radiating into her. She wiggled under his touch, giggling, and his hands slid down her sides, brushing against the curve of her thighs through her pink tights. “Mm… you feel amazing,” he whispered, voice dropping low, sending shivers down her spine.

Blue tried to focus, to flip him in the match—but Ethan’s touch was driving her wild. Every time she got near, he’d grab her—her waist, her hips, even sliding a hand up her back under her gear to the small of her spine—and she could barely think straight.

“Come on, show me what you learned,” he teased, pressing her back against the ropes. His hands lingered on her hips, his thumbs brushing the curve of her ass. Blue squirmed, trying to regain control, but her little pink-clad body responded exactly how he wanted.

“I… I can… I got this!” she squeaked, trying to wrestle him down.

Ethan’s hands moved with her, guiding her, teasing, trapping her in ways that made her breath hitch. “Oh, I know you do… and I love it when you try,” he murmured, leaning so close she could feel his chest against hers. His lips brushed her hair, nipping lightly at her ear, and she shivered, pigtails swinging.

When Blue finally flipped him, landing on top with a triumphant grin, Ethan groaned, letting his hands roam over her waist and thighs before catching her gaze. His smirk was wicked. “Damn… you’ve got the moves and the curves. Dangerous combination.”

Blue’s cheeks burned pink, lips parted in a mix of excitement and arousal. “Careful… I might keep getting close if you keep touching me like that,” she teased, her voice shaking.

“Oh, Blue…” he purred, pressing closer. “You already have me completely under control.”

The crowd roared, oblivious to the sizzling chemistry between them. Every touch, every brush of his hands over her curves, every whispered word had her heart racing and her mind spinning. Blue knew one thing for certain: once the bell rang off, this was far from over… and she was ready for every flirty, teasing, touch-filled second of it. Blue grinned devilishly as she landed on top of Ethan, straddling his hips in the center of the ring. Her sparkly pink gear shimmered under the arena lights, her pigtails bouncing as she playfully twirled them around her fingers.

“Mm… look at you,” Ethan groaned, hands resting on her waist but unable to resist inching up just a little, thumbs brushing the curve of her hips. “You’re way too cute… and way too distracting.”

Blue giggled, biting her lip, a mischievous sparkle in her blue eyes. “Distracting? Oh… am I?” she teased, leaning forward slightly, letting her chest brush against his. She let her fingers play with her pigtails, twirling them teasingly, watching his reaction.

Ethan’s eyes darkened, a low growl rumbling from his chest. “Mm… I can feel every curve, every little movement… you’ve got me trapped, baby.”

Blue leaned closer, giggling breathlessly as she rocked gently on his hips, teasing him with every tiny movement. Her hands traced along his chest, fingertips brushing teasingly, then retreating, making him groan. She tilted her head, biting her lip again, giving him a shy, flirty look that had him losing control.

“You like that?” she whispered, voice soft, innocent—but laced with pure tease. Her pigtails bounced as she shifted slightly, brushing her thighs over him in a way that made his hands twitch.

Ethan groaned, gripping her hips more firmly. “Oh, baby… I love that,” he breathed, his lips brushing her neck, fingers tracing the small of her back. “You’re driving me insane… and I don’t even want it to stop.”

Blue laughed, a soft, airy giggle, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Good… because I’m just getting started,” she teased, biting her lip again and letting her hands slide up his chest, circling his neck lightly before tugging him closer.

He caught her gaze, smirk curling into something darker, more hungry. “Mm… you’re lucky you’re this cute, because if you weren’t, I’d… oh, I’d show you exactly what I think about that little mouth of yours.”

Blue shivered at the heat in his voice, giggling again as she leaned back, bouncing slightly, teasing him mercilessly. Every movement, every playful touch, every flirty laugh had Ethan completely undone beneath her.

“You’ve got me… completely under control, Blue,” he muttered, voice rough with desire, thumbs brushing over her hips, unable to resist her teasing energy.

Blue leaned down, letting her lips brush his jaw, then whispered softly, “Good… because I kinda like being in charge.”

Ethan groaned, hands gripping her tighter, as the arena lights blazed around them, and the tension between them became a storm of teasing, playful, and undeniably sexy heat.

#ethan page #ethan page x reader #wwe #wwe smackdown #wwe nxt #nxt #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling #wrestling imagine

batouttahell13

Hungry Eyes (Carlisle Cullen)

Paring: Carlisle cullen x wolf!Reader

Summary: (takes place during Eclips) in the most Alice Cullen way possible, the Cullen home was turned into a pad for the biggest graduation party Forks has ever seen. Y/n Black - now y/n Cullen and Carlisle are newlyweds fresh from their honeymoon. Y/n is a touched starved girl with a man that's constantly touching. Y/n is also a girl who hates crowds, but she also has a man that has no problem taking her mind off things

Warnings: SMUT! unprotected sex(they're married, so it's cool), supernatural qualities make quick appearances (might not exactly fit the ones from the stories), rough sex, riding, multiple orgasms, oral(F receiving), slight fingering, breast worship, not edited, my first twilight smut I think.

MasterList

In Alice Cullen fashion, she threw a big graduation party at their home. The whole graduation class and then some showed up. The large house the Cullens called home suddenly felt crowded and was filled with buzzed graduates and God awful music. Y/n Black - excuse me, Y/n Cullen did have to give credit where it was deserved. Alice could throw a party and everything did look beautiful, even if she was overly punctual and practically played drill Sergeant while trying to get Emmett and Jasper to help with decorating hours prior.

cowboybeepboop

Patience

"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands."

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 6.4k

Summary: You’re a newish member to the town of Forks, with an extreme obsession with Doctor Cullen. One day he finally gives in after you’ve visited the clinic for the 5th time that month.

Warnings: light choking, semi public sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, praising, orgasm denial.

a/n: I know this is a shift from my usual posts but I've been desperate for some more Carlisle content. As always, I hope you enjoy <3 and send any requests my way!

bambieyedoll

CARLISLE CULLEN HEADCANON

a slow-burn relationship with carlisle .

𝒴ou first met carlisle cullen when you moved to forks and had a minor accident. nothing dramatic, just a sprained ankle and some bruises after slipping on wet pavement near the hospital.

he was the doctor who treated you. calm, kind, effortlessly elegant. he smiled softly as he checked your vitals, his voice a warm balm that made your pulse jump.

you noticed something in his eyes that day. a flicker of familiarity, like he recognized something in you.

he would say later that it was the way your eyes lingered on the rain through the hospital window, looking peaceful, thoughtful. like someone who didn’t belong to this world either.

carlisle keeps his distance at first. he tells himself it’s wrong. he’s centuries old, he’s a vampire, and you deserve a human life, a normal life. but he finds excuses.

you get an anonymous donation to cover your medical bill. a nurse mentions dr. cullen asking how you’re recovering. you swear you see his car pass your street once or twice too often to be coincidence.

he’s used to controlling his thirst. but he’s not used to controlling his heart. that’s harder. infinitely harder.

every time you cross paths again, grocery store, library, a town event, he’s impossibly kind. but always just out of reach. his glances linger. his hands hesitate when they brush yours. you notice how his jaw tenses when you thank him too sweetly.

he starts volunteering with community projects more often, knowing you’re involved. you’re painting murals at the high school or helping restock books at the library, and suddenly dr. cullen is there, donating supplies or offering his car to help transport boxes.

“just wanted to help,” he says, voice low, gaze fixed just over your shoulder.

he lends you his coat when it’s cold one night at a fundraiser, even though he never gets cold. when you return it a week later, folded and smelling like you, he stares at it for minutes before hiding it in the back of his closet like a secret.

the way he looks at you when you speak, like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the earth. he listens so intently. he remembers everything. what flowers you like. how you take your tea. the name of your childhood dog.

when you catch him watching you, it’s not with hunger, it’s longing. deep and aching. like he wishes he could hold your hand without crumbling. like he wants to be the one you come home to and hates himself for even thinking it.

you slowly start realizing more about him. the way he’s always cold, freezing cold. at first, you write it off. he’s a doctor. hospitals are cold. maybe his circulation is just… strange.

another time, you help organize a photo wall at the hospital to celebrate long-time staff. there’s a photo from 15 years ago, he’s in it. and he looks exactly the same.

not “aged well”. not “maybe it’s just good lighting.” no. it’s identical. the jawline, the eyes, the way his mouth turns at the corners. frozen in time.

you stop trying to make sense of it. but you don’t forget.

the realization doesn’t come like a thunderclap. it comes like fog lifting. all the little things. all the signs. the cold. the silence. the shadows. the stillness in his body. the ache in his eyes.

one day, you’re alone with him in a quiet room. he’s talking about life like he’s lived too many of them.

and it hits you: he has.

you stare at him, heart in your throat. “you’re…”

he just watches you, unmoving. and his eyes… god, his eyes, they say yes. without ever speaking the word.

after that, nothing changes. not really.

you still see him at the hospital when you volunteer. he still greets you with that same impossibly gentle smile. Still holds the door open for you. still walks beside you in companionable silence like he always has.

but it’s not the same. not after you know.

now you notice everything with a different weight.

the stillness of his body when he’s not pretending to be human. the absence of breath when he thinks no one’s listening. the way his golden eyes seem darker when he’s close to you too long, like he’s holding his breath for your sake.

and he knows you’ve figured it out.

you never said it aloud. you didn’t need to. you both carry the truth like a fragile object neither one of you wants to drop.

it starts with the distance.

not the kind that hurts, just… cautious space. carlisle doesn’t stand as close anymore. his hands stay folded in front of him or tucked into his coat. he avoids unnecessary contact, even though you miss the warmthless comfort of his fingers brushing yours.

you catch him once, watching you from across the hallway when he thinks you’re not looking.

you smile softly.

he looks away, jaw tight, lips parted like he wants to say something but can’t.

the conversations stay light.

books. local news. work. you talk about the rain. he listens like it’s scripture. you mention a book you’re reading, and he asks questions. not because he doesn’t know the story, but because he wants to hear it from you.

you try to break the tension once.

you say, lightly, “you know i’m not going to run away screaming, right?”

and his reply is immediate, too immediate.

“i know.”

but he says it like he’s still waiting for the day you do.

there’s something softer between you now.

a kind of knowing. a shared secret neither of you dares to press on too hard.

the kindness in his eyes carries more weight now. so does the way he pulls back when he gets too close. the way he pauses before speaking. the way he stares at your throat sometimes, only for the briefest flicker of a second, before his gaze moves back to your eyes.

it’s not fear. it’s restraint.

and guilt. always guilt.

as if he’s still unsure whether you seeing the truth was a gift or a wound.

but even with all the awkwardness… he still stays.

still meets you in the hallways. still helps you carry things. still listens. still offers you his umbrella. still walks you to your car.

there’s one night during a thunderstorm when you’re stuck at the hospital after dropping off supplies. the power flickers, plunging the corridor into shadows broken only by flashes of lightning. the rain pounds steadily against the windows, a rhythmic hum against the stillness.

you’re halfway down the hallway, arms crossed for warmth, when you hear footsteps. unhurried but purposeful.

carlisle turns the corner with a flashlight in his hand, his golden eyes immediately finding yours. the relief on his face is subtle, but it’s there, etched into the soft furrow of his brow, the way he exhales like he’s been holding his breath all night.

“come with me,” he says gently, offering you his hand.

he leads you to his office, the soft glow of the flashlight throwing golden halos around his silhouette. inside, the storm seems more distant, tucked away behind the thick windows. he lights a few candles and places them around the room. it’s quiet. intimate. the kind of quiet that feels sacred.

you sit across from him on the low couch, knees brushing under the blanket he gently draped over your legs. the flickering light makes the angles of his face look like they were carved from marble and warmth all at once.

he looks down at your hand, resting on the edge of the couch, and for a moment, he forgets himself. his fingers twitch, aching to reach for you, but he doesn’t move.

you notice.

“you can touch me, carlisle,” you whisper, barely louder than the storm outside. “i don’t mind.”

his gaze lifts slowly to yours, and there’s something unspoken in it. something ancient. something unraveling.

he finally reaches for your hand and threads his fingers through yours with a reverence that makes your chest ache.

“i’ve lived three centuries,” he murmurs, his voice raw with something heavy, “and never, not once, have i felt this.” his thumb brushes over your knuckles, slow and trembling.

you hold your breath.

“this ache i carry when i’m not near you… i don’t know how to quiet it anymore.”

the candlelight flickers. you think maybe he’s about to let go, but instead, he pulls your joined hands to his chest, like he’s trying to memorize the feeling.

“you don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he says, quieter this time. “and i don’t know how to stop needing you.”

his hand is still over yours, pressed to his chest, and you can feel it, even though there’s no heartbeat. the weight of it. the ache. like his whole world has funneled into that one point of contact.

the candlelight flickers again, shadows dancing softly across his face. he’s staring at you like he’s afraid he’s dreaming, like you’ll vanish if he breathes too hard. his lips part, then close again. you can see the war behind his eyes.

you lean in just slightly, and that’s all it takes. he leans in too, almost involuntarily, his face now only inches from yours. his voice comes out as barely a whisper, desperate and breaking.

“i told myself i would never feel this again,” he says, almost like a confession. “not after everything. after the wars. the blood. the loneliness. i thought i’d buried this part of me centuries ago.”

your breath catches.

“but then you came,” he continues, shaking his head like he still doesn’t understand it. “with your warmth, your voice, your laugh… and suddenly every part of me that had been quiet, dead, was starving again.”

you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, even if it isn’t from blood. it’s the kind of warmth born of longing, of want buried so deep it’s fossilized.

his eyes fall to your lips for just a second too long.

“i think about you,” he whispers, like he’s ashamed of it. “more than i should. i hear your name in my mind when i’m trying to focus. i imagine what it would feel like to hold you, to come home to you. and then i hate myself for wanting so much from you when i don’t deserve it.”

you reach up and gently cup his cheek and that’s when his resolve nearly shatters.

“carlisle,” your eyes look up at him with such tenderness he melts. “you’re allowed to want this.”

his eyes flutter shut at your touch, and his breath stutters. for a moment, you’re certain he’s going to kiss you.

he leans forward, forehead resting against yours, and his voice is a desperate tremble.

“i shouldn’t,” he breathes. “but i’ve never wanted anything more.”

you whisper his name.

his fingers tighten slightly around yours.

and just as his lips begin to brush against yours, barely, just the ghost of a kiss, he suddenly pulls away.

the movement is swift but not cold. his hands linger on yours like he doesn’t want to let go, like it hurts to let go. but he does.

he stands up, pacing a few steps away, facing the window where the rain slides down like silver threads.

“i’m sorry,” he says, voice hoarse. “i don’t trust myself around you. i’m sorry, i can’t do it. i can’t.”

you rise from the couch slowly.

he turns to face you, and you’ve never seen someone look so torn. so completely wrecked by love they won’t allow themselves to have.

he left that night with nothing more than a whispered apology and a look that gutted you, begging you not to give up on him, even as he walked away.

you didn’t.

but the silence since then has gnawed at your ribs like something hollow. and you can’t take it anymore.

so you go to the hospital. not because you need to, but because you have to see him. you find him in his office, alone, papers stacked untouched on the desk, a book open in front of him but clearly unread.

he looks up.

and for a split second, he doesn’t speak. just stares, like he’s been starving and you just walked in smelling like salvation.

“carlisle,” you whisper, stepping forward, voice fragile with the weight of everything unsaid.

he stands slowly, almost like he doesn’t trust his body to move. your name softly escapes his lips like a prayer.

“i’m sorry,” he says, quiet but wrecked. “about that night, about everything. i—”

you move closer, interrupting him.

“i can’t do this halfway,” you say, throat tight. “if you want me, want me. but please, stop pretending this isn’t real.”

and that’s it.

that’s the match to centuries of restraint.

because suddenly, he moves.

one second he’s across the room. the next, he’s in front of you, grabbing your face like he’s drowning and you’re the only air he’s ever known.

his lips crash into yours.

it’s not careful. it’s not gentle. it’s centuries of aching, a hundred lifetimes of loneliness detonating all at once in a single kiss.

his hands slide into your hair, desperate and rough, pulling you closer like it’s hurting him not to have you against him. his mouth is hot and open, kissing you like he’s trying to carve you into memory. like he’s furious with himself for waiting this long. for holding back when this, you, was what he’s needed all along.

a groan rips from his throat when you clutch the front of his shirt, and it only spurs him on. he walks you back against the wall, never breaking the kiss, his hands roaming like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you. your waist, your spine, your trembling shoulders.

“god,” he breathes between kisses, his forehead pressed to yours, lips swollen, voice ruined. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this. how long i’ve—fought this.”

you run your fingers through his hair, dragging him back down, and he moans into your mouth like he’s finally, finally home.

“you drive me mad,” he whispers. “i dream about you. i ache for you. i’ve walked this earth for centuries and never, never, has anything undone me like you do.”

his hands slide down your back, anchoring you against him.

“i’m so tired of pretending,” he murmurs, kissing down your jaw, your neck, desperate to touch as much of you as you’ll let him. “so tired of being good. i need you. i need you so bad.”

your breath shudders.

you’ve never seen him like this.

not composed. not calm. but shaking with want.

“then take me,” you whisper against his lips. “you already have.”

he kisses you again. deeper, slower now, but no less intense. like he’s tasting the rest of his eternity in your mouth. like he’ll never let himself go this long without you again.

and in that moment, with your hands tangled in his hair and his body pressed fully to yours, you know:

carlisle cullen has never let go like this before.

and now that he has, there’s no putting him back together.

multi-fandom-nightmare

Carlisle Cullen x Female Reader Masterlist

These are all of the fics and headcannons I have so far. This post will be updated with more as they come. This post can be found on my pinned post under "The Mate" Y/N.

Fics

-Cognitive Dissonance

-Stay With Me

-Bloody Promises

Headcanons

-He Insists You Sit On His Lap

-Unexpected Delivery

-Carlisle with a romantically inexperienced reader + blurb

raidenssblog

centuries of love

Pairing - Carlisle x mate vampire reader you and Carlisle have been paired for centuries, giving Bella just a peak of your love for each other

The first time you heard the name Carlisle Cullen, it was little more than a whisper carried through the slow, secretive channels vampires used to spread unusual news. You had existed for centuries already, turned sometime in 1570s in a world that still burned people for witchcraft and whispered about monsters lurking in forests. You had survived by instinct and restraint when you could manage it, but restraint had always been a fragile thing for your kind.

So when you heard rumors of a vampire who refused human blood, who lived only on animals, you were certain it was nonsense. A fantasy. A story told by desperate creatures trying to believe they could be something better than what they were.

Still, curiosity had always been one of your greatest flaws.

It took you years to track him down. The world was slower then, information traveled by rumor and chance encounters. But eventually your search led you to England, where the quiet doctor moved like a ghost among humans, gentle and careful, leaving no trace of what he truly was.

The night you finally saw Carlisle, you almost didn’t believe it.

He stood alone in a clearing just beyond a small village, moonlight spilling across his pale hair as he finished feeding from a deer. When he noticed you, he didn’t attack. Didn’t bare his teeth.

He simply stepped back, giving you space.

“You’ve been following me,” he said calmly, his voice carrying the soft accent of centuries past. You tilted your head, studying him with open curiosity. “You’re the one drinking animal blood.”

His golden eyes flickered with surprise that you knew. “Yes.” You had expected arrogance. Or madness, instead, he looked… hopeful.

Something strange stirred inside your chest the moment your eyes met. A pull, deep and unexplainable. Like something ancient recognizing its other half after centuries of wandering.

You felt it instantly and judging by the stunned look that crossed Carlisle’s face, he felt it too.

You laughed softly, disbelief coloring your voice.

“Well,” you murmured, stepping closer, “that explains the strange feeling.” Carlisle blinked. “You feel it as well?”

You nodded once. “Seems we’re something rather rare,” you said quietly. “Mates.” The word lingered between you like a vow neither of you had expected.

Three hundred years later, the feeling had never faded, if anything, it had only grown stronger.

When Bella Swan first arrived in Forks, she noticed it almost immediately. She had already been overwhelmed by meeting the rest of the Cullen family, Edward Cullen, Esme Cullen, and the others, but there was something quietly different about the way you and Carlisle interacted.

It wasn’t obvious at first, just small things.

The way Carlisle’s hand would naturally find yours when you stood near each other. The soft smiles that passed between you across the room. The way you seemed to gravitate toward one another without even thinking.

Bella noticed it most one evening while visiting the Cullen house.

She had been sitting on the couch nervously, watching the strange but warm dynamics of the vampire family around her. Edward sat beside her, explaining something quietly, when her eyes drifted toward the kitchen.

You stood at the counter, flipping through a medical journal Carlisle had left open. A small, amused smile tugged at your lips, a moment later Carlisle entered the room. His eyes found you instantly and his entire expression softened, not dramatically. Anyone else might have missed it, but Bella saw.

He walked over quietly, resting one hand at the small of your back in a gesture so natural it seemed like second nature.

“What did you find?” he asked gently. You hummed, pointing at the page. “Your colleague’s theory here is flawed.”

Carlisle leaned closer to read, your shoulders brushing, for a moment neither of you spoke, just standing with eachother.

Then he chuckled softly. “You’re right,” he admitted. Bella stared at the scene unfolding Infront of her.

Three hundred years, Edward had told her earlier. You and Carlisle had been together for three hundred years.

And yet the way he looked at you…

It wasn’t tired.

It wasn’t routine.

It was the same look Bella had seen people give each other during the first days of falling in love.

Warm. Devoted. Completely certain.

Later, Bella found herself whispering to Edward, eyes still drifting toward the two of you across the room.

“They’ve been together for centuries, right?” Edward nodded in agreement. “Yes. three give or take a few."

Bella watched as Carlisle brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, the movement so gentle it almost felt sacred. Her lips parted slightly in amazement. “They still look…” she struggled for the word.

Edward smiled knowingly.

“Hopelessly in love?”

Bella nodded slowly.

Across the room, you laughed softly at something Carlisle said, the sound light and warm. He looked at you the way someone might look at the sun after a long winter, like something he would never take for granted.

Edward leaned back against the couch.

“That’s what happens,” he said quietly, “when you find the person meant for you.”

Bella watched the two of you a moment longer.

Three hundred years.

And somehow the love between you and Carlisle still looked brand new.

Like it had only just begun.

novthewolf

I yearn for Carlisle cullen spoiling y/n. Maybe where she is nervous to ask for something (like jewelry) and he is like "here is my debit card 😏".

Carlisle Cullen loves spoiling you :

Warnings : fluff, age gap (late twenties), a bit sugar daddyish, short.

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It was a beautiful piece of art, a masterpiece truly. Now, you weren't usually a big jewelry person; you mostly wore the same bracelet and ring every day, but this one really caught your eye.

A marvelous two-layer necklace, a top part as a choker and the second was a gentle drop of pearls and little golden chains holding soft stars. A big northern star is setting just on top of the valley of the chest. Above, a polished sapphire was framed in an opal shape, and surrounding said stone were two pretty firefly wings.

It was amazing, but also expansive. You weren't poor, but there was no way in hell you could afford such a piece. But oh... you wanted it so bad. Maybe you could allow yourself to take from your main account ? You couldn't take from your savings... Maybe wait for your next birthday ? But what if it's sold by then ?

thebatwitch-yaps

pregnant reader who is upset her husband left without saying I love you

The moment he arrived home, he began to look for you - his wife. His whole world, his everything only to come face to face with said woman who refused to look at him.

"Please just tell me what is wrong."

"You've stopped loving me!" You wailed.

"And how did you come to that conclusion?"

"You didn't say goodbye, give me a kiss or anything when you left this morning!"

"You were asleep, I couldn't wake you up - not when you lay awake for more than half the night." He smiled softly, relieved that - that was the issue. He was afraid he had messed up somehow without knowing or meaning to. He sighed with his smile still evident. "I don't even think it's possible for me to stop loving you."

You sniffling was muffled as he held you firmly against his chest, refusing to let you go.

"My sweet girl, why would you ever doubt my love for you? Do I not give you every second of my being - devoting it to you solely?" He continued as you just silently began thinking it over, sniffling every once in awhile.

"You're making me feel foolish." You admitted.

"You are not foolish, you have every right to be upset - I should have spoken to you before I left in the morning. And for that, I apologize. Will you forgive me?"

"Only if you say the words you did not say this morning."

He chuckled. "As you wish, love. I love you." He paused, placing a kiss on your cheek."I love you-" Kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you." His smile only deepened as you let out a stream of giggles, a wide smile now replacing your frown.

"Is that enough for you, my love?" He questioned, holding your face in his hands.

"Maybe once or twice more." You falsely looked as if you were truly debating it.

He attacked your face with kisses before uttering one last, "I love you."

Sure, it was foolish to get upset over trivial things as such but he would never deny you anything. He would be certain to say what he feels for you to ensure your happiness. A very simple girl with a very in love man doesn't seem so bad at the end of the day.

"I suppose I love you too even after the stunt you pulled this morning."

ddejavvu

The thought of being Carlisle’s human mate and keep finding huge bills in his pockets when washing clothes and he’s always like “you can just keep it. What’s mine is yours and it’s not a big deal”

ddejavvu's dilf night

he thinks it's so cute that you wash his clothes in the first place. he's been around for so long that he's used three different eras of washing machine designs. he's got it down to a science. he's a grown man, he can do his own laundry but one day he comes home to you measuring out laundry detergent and fabric softener and folding his shirts and he doesn't want to offend you by stopping you so he just sits there and watches. sometimes he can haul you up onto the washing machine and get away with folding the clothes himself if he placates you with several kisses while he stands between your legs but most of the time you make him sit and watch while you take care of his laundry.

so yeah, he starts slipping fun little things in there for you to find. it's mostly money, and you're so shy about taking it that you put it in a jar on the counter so that you can get away with not keeping it. he gets around this by writing your name on the jar. it's your jar now. it's your money now. now you know to just pocket it.

one time he leaves a condom in his pants pocket just to see how you react. your face goes all hot and you stuff it into his palm and he has to kiss your burning cheeks while you attempt to squirm out of his hold to run away. he says you're going to need to get over yourself because you'll be seeing it again tonight and he can't have you run off like that all the time.

sometimes he leaves sweet little notes in there but not often because one time you missed it and it got ink and shredded paper all over his clothes. you felt horrible but he led you away from the mess of the washing machine with a hand on your back and kissed you until you forgot about it. now you're extra vigilant in checking his pockets but he doesn't want you to freak out so he doesn't often put notes in there, he'll leave them on the washing machine instead :'))

bellarkeselection

This is my request for David Nolan

Maybe where yn is the fiance of David Nolan and they just both bought a house and when they are moving in and David is like , why dont we get married in the backyard with

With all of there friends and family

With alot of fluff and the rest you may decide

This is our castle now

batouttahell13

Smut headcanons/Alphabet(David Nolan)

Paring: David Nolan x Wife!Reader

Summary: headcanons for for every one's favorite prince. And this is for all the girlies that like their smut a little fluffier and sweeter

MasterList

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

As soon as you're done, David doesn’t leave your side - not even for a second. He stays on top of you for a moment, still buried deep, his forehead pressed to yours. Your breathing is synced. Then, gently, he pulls out and wraps you in his arms, guiding you onto his chest. “Easy, Love… come here. I’ve got you”

Once you start to relax, he kisses your temple and murmurs: “Stay here, baby. I’ll clean you up”

He returns with a warm, damp cloth and kneels between your thighs. He’s gentle, careful, checking your expression constantly.

He’s meticulous but loving - cleans between your thighs, kisses them, traces his fingers lightly down your legs as he finishes.

David needs cuddles after sex. Big spoon, little spoon, tangled legs, kisses to the shoulder blades, chest, cheeks, whatever. He needs skin-on-skin contact.

burrowsbaby

you look like you love me - riley green

pairing: riley green x fem!reader

summary: reader sees riley walk into the bar and knows just what she wants.

warnings: drinking, flirting, suggestive contents, love

i was all but 22

i think at the time

i'd been out on the road

lonely at night

and it had been awhile

so it was on my mind

y/n has been out at the bar all night so far with her friends. they're traveling following the rodeo as it makes it rounds through the southern and midwestern states. y/n is a barrel racer, while her friends range from tricker riders to bull riders. they had just wrapped up a long day of sweating in the hot sun of oklahoma while doing what they do best. putting on a show for the rodeo fans. and they loved it, they really did. y/n loved feeling the adrenaline right before she set off for that first barrel with her most precious belonging. cooper. her beautiful chestnut quarter horse. he's been with her since she was a teenager and has followed her on this journey with the rodeo. but y/n has been missing something for a while now and she can't seem to figure out what it is.

y/n and her friends where exushted though, they had been working since 7 this morning practicing and then the actual events themselves. needless to say they all needed a break. its currently eight o'clock at night and they'd been here since six in the evening. sure they had dinner here first before they started drinking but as soon as the last plate left, and round of tequila shots appeared at the table. currently y/n is currently nursing a strawberry daiquiri.

she was on a mission tonight. to get laid. its been far to long for her liking and it doesn't help that she's quit picky with her men. and she has a rule that she doesn't sleep with men she's working with. so that means all these rodeo boys she traveling with are off limits by her own rules. and she's fine with that, none of them quite do it for her anyways. too cocky in there own ways and don't quite look the part. she knows her type when she see's it though.

well, i saw him walk in

with his cowboy hat

and i thought to myself

i could use some of that

his boots like glass on a saw dust floor

had moves like nothing i had ever seen before

taking another sip of her drink, her eyes are drawn to the door when a rowdy group enters the bar. it's a group of men- cowboys- if you will and they were having the time of their lives tonight. they claim a booth not to far from y/n's booth with her friends. y/n nudges her friend, charlotte, in the side. nodding her head at the group of men next to them, y/n grins at charlotte. charlotte throws her head back laughing at y/n's antics and wiggles her eye brows back at y/n.

y/n jumps off the booth and lands her two feet on the floor, "hey y'all i'm gonna go get us another round real quick." her words quickly meet the ears of all her friends and they erupt in cheers. she giggles at them as she works her way up to the the bar. the bars not overly busy as it was a thursday night. but a majority of the rodeo crew was there, and there's quite a bit of them and the rest of the people who wanted to enjoy a night out with friends. she gets to the bar and leans against the counter waiting to get the bartenders attention. when she catches his eye and orders another round of beers this time she feels a presence next to her. from the corner of her eye she can see the side view of probably the most handsome man she's ever seen. he's wearing wrangler jeans that fit him just right in all the right places, a black carhartt shirt that hugs his biecps showing all his muscles, brown cowboy boots and black baseball hat for what she assumes is a football team. more then likely college. she turns her eyes back to the counter waiting for the beers.

the handsome man, riley, comes to be aware of his surroundings and notices the most beautiful girl next to him. his breath hitches completely caught off guard by her beauty. she was absolutely stunning to him. the most prettiest sight to see he was sure of it, and way out of his league. she was wearing these bootcut jeans that hugged her curves just right, brown cowboy boots and the prettiest lil shirt on her body hugging her chest and flaring out at the bottom. she had her hair curled and it was slightly messy from the days activities.

y/n could sense his eyes on her, so she thinks to herself, "screw it, what's the worst that could happen?" and she turns her head towards him and says, "well, hi there, cowboy," and gives him a cute little grin as she looks him up and down. this absolutely stuns riley, him not expecting her to acknowledge him, but boy is he glad she did.

putting on his big boy boots riley smiles down at the girl, he's 6'4' so naturally a lot of girls are shorter then him, and y/n's no exception. he swallows his nerves and breaths out a, "hello ma'am."

ma'am. he called he ma'am. y/n immediately melted. for some reason hearing him call her ma'am absolutely did it for her. she pulls herself together and rests her elbow on the counter and her chin on her hand, "you find something interesting that you're looking at," she asks him teasing him.

"yes ma'am, i found something quite pretty to look at while i wait for my drinks.. i'm riley by the way," he leans closer to her, so close that she can smell his cologne. boy oh boy does he smell good. there's no other way to describe it other then the scent of a hardworking man but comforting at the same time. husky and maybe a little sandal wood? leather perhaps. she has no idea what is it, all she knows is that it's her new favorite scent.

before she could reply, the bartender bring her the round of coors light and his round of what seems to be miller light. y/n and riley can hear their individual groups hollering for them, they look over and see that their groups have some how merged together and they're all dancing and joking together. charlotte catches y/n's eye and winks at her. "oh thank you my sweet charlotte," y/n thinks to herself.

riley laughs, "well i guess are groups are together now then." y/n smiles at him and grabs her tray of beer, "looks that way." and she walks away from him and towards their groups handing out the beers to her friends. riley watches her walk away, her swaying hips absolutely doing him in for un-pure thoughts. he shakes his head trying to make them go away before following after her, handing the beer out as well.

charlotte leans into y/n's ear and whispers, "that man is eyeing you down so bad right now. if you don't make a move soon you'd be a fool." that gives y/n the confidence she needed. so she grabs an unopened beer from the table and walks right up to riley lightly guiding him away from the prying ears, and hands him a beer. she steps a little closer to him, leaving little space in between their chests. she looks up at him and says, "baby, i think your gonna wanna hear this."

he looks down at her, the small amount of space between them sending tingles all over his body, "what am i gonna wanna hear sweet thing?" he asks her raising his hand to her face, brushing hair out of her eyes lightly touching her cheek.

she reaches her hand up to her neck and stands on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, "you look like you love me." she moves her lips to his other ear, "you look like you want me to want you to come on home."

he looks down at her, "oh, do i know darlin'?" he asks her with a grin on his face. he likes where this is going.

"oh baby i don't blame you for looking at up and down me across this room, but i'm drunk and i'm ready to leave. and you look like you love me," she whispers to him as she wraps her hands around his hips.

excuse me

you look like you love me

you look like you want me

to want you to come on home

and baby, i don't blame you

for lookin' me up and down across this room

im drunk and im ready to leave

and you look like you love me

riley looks over at his friends making sure they aren't being nosy sons of bitches and then looks back down at this girl who's making moves he never thought she would. he had no idea the night would lead to this. he just came to the local beer joint with the guys when this bold country girl was the only one in the room he could see. she was a dream come true. everyone else was invisible. and now here she is telling him everything he wants to hear.

well, i was down at the local beer joint with a few of the guys

when this cute little country girl caught my eye

and boy, let me tell you she was the prettiest thing i'd ever seen in a pair of boots

well, she walked right up to me and handed me a beer, gave me a look like, lets get out of here

and that's when i realized that she was every cowboy's dream come true

she told me this right here.

"come on riley, lets get out of here. you’re giving me this look like you want me to want you to come on home and you're looking me up and down from across the room. now baby i'm drunk and i wanna go home with you," y/n tells him. she knows what she's doing, she may be buzzed but she's not so drunk that she's not aware of her actions. she wants this. she wants him.

excuse me

you look like you love me

you look like you want me

to want you to come on home

and baby, i don't blame you

for lookin' me up and down across this room

im drunk and im ready to leave

and you look like you love me

she knew as soon as she saw him in his cowboy hat that this is the man she wanted. right now and possibly forever. she didn't wanna waste anymore time when she could be with him.

so if you ever see a man in a cowboy hat

and you think to yourself

"i could use some of that"

don't waste your time

just give 'em this here line

goes a little like this

"alright baby, you don't gotta convince me," riley tells y/n. he grabs her hand and leads her to the door of the bar and out to his truck. his hand on her thigh the entire drive back to his place. if he was gonna spend the night with a girl a special as y/n it wasn't gonna be some lame night in a truck or hotel room. he was gonna give her a real bed. his bed.

he pulls up to his home, parks and basically jumps out of the truck to run to the other side and open the truck door for y/n. she deserves chivalry. and he was gonna give that and more to her. he leads her inside and upstairs, to his bed. he lays her down gently. and from then on he treats like a lady. fulfilling every wish and command she had.

y/n was hooked. she needed riley for the rest of her life. this was the piece she was missing all along. riley was her void. she was complete now. don't be a fool though. just because she found riley doesn't mean her life stopped. no- she kept her life the same. she still barrel raced with cooper. she just didn't go state to state anymore. she doesn't go farther then a state away from oklahoma now. she found her riley and she doesn't plan on losing him. and neither does he. man he got so lucky, he tells himself that constantly. to find a girl as special as y/n was once in a life time, and he stuck gold. he wasn't planning on doing anything to risk that. they found each other when they least expected it. and now that they have each other they're complete. they're riley and y/n.

excuse me

you look like you love me

you look like you want me

to want you to come on home

and baby, i don't blame you

for lookin' me up and down across this room

im drunk and im ready to leave

and you look like you love me

signedwithluv

Riley Green X S!nger fem reader

Riley had always loved the road. The hum of the bus wheels, the blur of landscapes passing by, and the energy of performing live for his fans were all parts of the life he adored. But this tour was different. It had a new, exciting edge to it, and the reason was Y/N L/N.

Y/N was an up-and-coming artist with a voice that was both raw and enchanting. Her music had a soulful depth that resonated with audiences, and her lyrics were poignant and heartfelt. Riley had noticed her talent early on and invited her to open for his tour, knowing she would captivate the crowd just as much as he did. What he hadn’t anticipated was how captivated he would become by her.

Rumors had started to spread like wildfire. Fans and industry insiders alike speculated about Riley and Y/N’s relationship. The two of them seemed inseparable, often seen laughing and talking backstage, and the chemistry between them was undeniable. Then came the whispers about a duet a song they had supposedly written together. Fans were buzzing with excitement, and the anticipation was building up to a fever pitch.

Riley and Y/N had been trying to keep things under wraps. They cherished the moments they had in private, away from the prying eyes of the world. They spent late nights writing music, sharing stories, and slowly falling in love. Their song, “You Look Like You Love Me,” was the culmination of their shared experiences and emotions, a melody that told their story.

As the tour progressed, the day of their big reveal grew closer. Tonight, they would perform their song together for the first time, and Riley had something special planned. They had kept their relationship a secret for long enough, and he was ready to share his feelings with the world.

Backstage, just before the show, Riley found Y/N in her dressing room. She was sitting in front of the mirror, her guitar resting on her lap, looking more nervous than he had ever seen her. Riley walked in, his presence immediately calming her.

“Hey,” he said softly, sitting down beside her. “You ready for this?”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. “I think so. Are you?”

Riley took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. “We’ve got this. The fans are going to love the song, and they’re going to love us together. I promise.”

They spent a few more minutes together, going over the song one last time before it was time to take the stage. The venue was packed, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. Y/N performed her set flawlessly, her voice captivating everyone in the room. Then it was Riley’s turn. He took the stage with his usual charisma, performing his hits and thrilling the audience.

Finally, the moment arrived. Riley paused his set and addressed the crowd. “I’ve got a special treat for y’all tonight,” he announced, his voice echoing through the arena. “There’s a new artist I want to introduce to you, someone incredibly talented and very special to me. Please welcome Y/N L/N!”

The crowd erupted in applause as Y/N walked back on stage, her guitar slung over her shoulder. Riley joined her, his guitar in hand, and they began to play “You Look Like You Love Me.” Their voices blended perfectly, the chemistry between them palpable. The audience was mesmerized, completely drawn into the intimate performance.

As they reached the chorus, Riley stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s. The lyrics spoke of a love that couldn’t be hidden, a connection that was undeniable. And then, as the final notes of the song echoed through the venue, Riley made his move.

He gently set his guitar down and walked over to Y/N, pulling her close. The crowd held its breath, sensing something monumental was about to happen. Riley looked deep into Y/N’s eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her.

The arena erupted into cheers and applause, the fans going wild. Flashbulbs popped, capturing the moment for eternity. Riley and Y/N stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around them fading away. In that instant, everything felt right.

As they pulled away, Riley took the microphone once more. “I guess the rumors are true,” he said with a grin, looking at Y/N with pure adoration. “We wrote that song together, and it means a lot to both of us. And yes, we’re together. She’s not just an incredible artist; she’s the love of my life.”

The crowd roared in approval, their cheers echoing through the night. Y/N, blushing and beaming, took the microphone from Riley. “Thank you all so much,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. “This tour has been an amazing journey, and sharing this moment with you all is something we’ll never forget.”

The rest of the concert was a blur of energy and excitement. Riley and Y/N performed with a newfound intensity, their love fueling their music. As the night came to a close, they stood together on stage, hand in hand, basking in the adoration of their fans.

Backstage, as the adrenaline began to fade, Riley and Y/N found a quiet moment alone. “We did it,” Riley said, his voice filled with awe and gratitude.

Y/N smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, we did. And it was perfect.”

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, they knew that this was just the beginning. Their love and music would continue to grow, and together, they would face whatever came their way. The road ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: they would travel it together, hand in hand, their hearts forever intertwined. The concert was over, and the crowd had slowly trickled out of the venue, leaving behind an empty but still electrified space. Riley and Y/N had basked in the afterglow of their performance, enjoying the lingering cheers and applause that had filled the arena. But now, as the night deepened and the lights dimmed, it was just the two of them again.

The tour bus was parked out back, away from the commotion of the fans and crew. It was their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without the prying eyes of the world. As they climbed aboard, the hum of the engine and the gentle swaying motion provided a comforting backdrop.

Riley closed the door behind them, the click of the latch signaling the start of their private time. The interior of the bus was cozy, with plush seating and warm lighting that cast a soft glow over everything. Y/N was still buzzing from the performance, her heart racing from the adrenaline and the kiss they had shared on stage.

Riley turned to her, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and affection. "You were amazing tonight," he said, his voice low and husky.

Y/N smiled, her cheeks still flushed from the excitement. "So were you," she replied, stepping closer to him. The air between them was charged with an electric tension, a palpable heat that seemed to grow with each passing second.

Riley reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she leaned into him, craving more of his closeness his lips inches from hers.

Before she could respond, Riley closed the distance, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. It was as if all the pent-up emotions of the evening were pouring out, a fiery mix of love and desire that consumed them both. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

Riley's hands roamed over her back, exploring the curves of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. The intensity of his touch sent waves of heat through her, and she responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed against him.

They moved together, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths, until they reached the back of the bus. Riley guided her to the bed, gently laying her down on the soft sheets. He hovered over her for a moment, his eyes locking onto hers with a look of pure adoration and desire.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I've never been more sure," she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

With a deep, rumbling groan, Riley captured her lips again, his hands beginning to explore her body with more urgency. He slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, revealing more of her soft skin. He kissed a trail down her neck, savoring the taste of her, the warmth of her skin beneath his lips.

Y/N's hands found the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards until he pulled back just long enough to strip it off. She marveled at the sight of him, his toned muscles illuminated by the soft light. She traced her fingers over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her touch.

Riley's hands found the zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down until the fabric pooled around her waist. He kissed his way down her collarbone, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached the swell of her breasts, he paused, looking up at her with a smoldering gaze.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Y/N blushed under his intense gaze, her body aching for more of his touch. "Riley, please," she murmured, her voice breathless with need.

He didn't need any further encouragement. With a swift, fluid motion, he removed the rest of her dress, leaving her in just her underwear. His hands roamed over her exposed skin, eliciting a moan from her as he kissed and caressed every inch of her.

Y/N's fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, her urgency mirroring his. Riley helped her, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes until they were both bare, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. The sensation of skin against skin was almost overwhelming, the intensity of their connection taking her breath away.

Riley's hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, and driving her wild with need. He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers in a dance of passion. When he finally moved lower, his mouth trailing kisses down her stomach, Y/N could barely contain her desire.

"Riley," she gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as his lips found the sensitive spot between her thighs. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and she cried out, her body arching towards him.

Riley took his time, savoring every moment, every sound she made. When he finally moved back up, positioning himself above her.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” she replied, her voice shaking with the intensity of her feelings.

With a gentle, yet insistent motion, Riley entered her, the sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through both of them. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both urgent and tender. Each thrust, each touch, each kiss brought them closer to the edge, their connection deepening with every moment.

The world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, lost in their own world of passion and love. As the intensity built, their movements became more frantic, driven by an overwhelming need to be as close as possible.

When they finally reached the peak, it was a wave of pure ecstasy that crashed over them, leaving them breathless and spent. Riley collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as they lay there, their bodies still entwined.

For what felt like ages, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the steady beat of Riley’s heart a comforting rhythm against her cheek. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just the two of them, lost in each others eyes.

soldiersgirl

— 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲/𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 .ᐟ

summary — the people's princess and the people's prince, that's what you were promised. the reality? he was the best worst thing to happen to you, yet.

cw — supe!fem!reader x soldier boy. payback era. 18+ smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it), spit kink, teasing, corruption kink (kinda), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, name calling (slut, whore, princess, baby, sweetheart, angel), degradation, cursing, edging, riding, drugs, drinking, mentions of manipulation blackmail, mean & soft ben.

word count — 3,844 words

you were laying there, in the haze of the moment, trying to remember a time before him, before all the chaos and turmoil. life had been calm, somewhat boring, but tolerable before being head-hunted by vought. life in a rural, suburban town had its perks; you knew everyone and everyone trusted you despite your... curse, as you called it; "powers" by everyone else.

they weren't super powers, they weren't a gift. it was a curse set upon you; the responsibility too big to bear for only a little girl when they first showed up. the mind reading and mind control. touching your mum's hand in comfort and seeing her whole life flash before your eyes; her thoughts, her wants, her sins. the same with your father.

you hadn't, willingly, let anyone touch you for 20 years, not up until you were thrusted into the spotlight and ben's experienced hands.

g1rlken

Slipping through my fingers

Soldier boy x butcher’s daughter!reader

summary: follow’s the plot line of season 3, butcher has a long (purposefully) forgotten daughter with iffy relations which comes to light when Homelander is set for revenge via her life.

warnings: crazy daddy issues, dead mother (not becca), cuss words, soldier boy

read part 2 here!

word count: 5.4k+

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Butcher mumbled under his breath thinking out loud as he saw a recognisable figure approach the doorstep through the curtain blinds over the window, standing up from his chair, his mind going through heavy agitation as to however could this location to disclosed, to her off all people. His aggressive stride to the door turned heads. Both Hughie and Soldier boy looked up in the direction of the exit Butcher was taking, solider boy was unbothered and simply curious about the commotion however Hughie was stressed as if bracing for impact. “Get the fuck off this property.” Butcher announced as soon as he opened the door, the stranger still taking slow steps towards the porch.

“Listen—“

“Absolutely fucking not.” He barked, clearly in no place or interest to listen to the woman approaching him despite his warning.

bruisedfig

( 18+ ) ── Thinking about 𝓙ensen 𝓐ckles impatiently waiting for his press/con interviews to be over, desperate to get back to you in the green room. His phone buzzes incessantly in his pocket from all the vulgar texts you keep sending him, taunting him while he’s busy, trying to break his trained facade of being a good respectable man.

Meanwhile below the table, his cock strains against the confines of his jeans, his tip leaking and swollen, begging for that smart little mouth of yours to wrap around it and lick his weeping slit clean. He’s so beyond fucked, and he knows it, biting into his bottom lip until there’s teeth marks, attempting to seem sane while his neglected cock throbs. His mind races with obscene images of your body, along with the heavenly sound of your moans, the way you taste, and how utterly perfect your greedy cunt feels around him. Part of him thinks this would be kinda funny if he wasn’t at work, in front of a crowd of people and dozens of cameras.

He knows he’ll ultimately get the last laugh, though. You won’t be finding it so amusing once he’s got you bent over the arm of the green room couch, delivering tauntingly weak strokes to your dripping cunt, too slow for any real stimulation. You can beg for more all you like, for a hand to rub your clit, for faster thrusts and a better angle, but you did this. You played dirty first. It’s only fair he gets you back.

g1rlken

Slipping through my fingers

Soldier boy x butcher’s daughter!reader

summary: follow’s the plot line of season 3, butcher has a long (purposefully) forgotten daughter with iffy relations which comes to light when Homelander is set for revenge via her life.

warnings: crazy daddy issues, dead mother (not becca), cuss words, soldier boy

read part 2 here!

word count: 5.4k+

“Listen—“

“Absolutely fucking not.” He barked, clearly in no place or interest to listen to the woman approaching him despite his warning.

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