#reynlrunnr

[packdesire]

@reynlrunnr​

the class had cleared out by the time the blonde is finishing gathering her things, shoving notebook and assorted pens into her bag as she raises to stand. the only thing left is an essay on her desk, and the offending bad grade circled across the top of it is what compels her to walk towards the front of the classroom. beck clears her throat to request the older woman's attention, shifting her weight so body rests against the desk behind her. bad grades were such a silly, human issue, and she could already hear her pack mocking her in the back of her head, that she wouldn't have to worry about a bad grade if she didn't worry so much about being human. but here she was, looking to plead her case to the woman in front of her. ' hey, uh... ' she begins, turning the paper in her hands so the front of it, and the poor mark of a grade, are visible to her professor. ' this is a mistake, right? i mean, it has to be a mistake, obviously, but       '

[hopefromthecheapseats]

@reynlrunnr | kirk x rowan

It had been a busy Halloween season for Kirk, who’d dedicated his entire month of September to working at a haunted house and working on a new comic. His newest venture was into creature features, and the spirit of the spooky month truly manifested in his art. As fun as it was to stay up all night writing and drawing (even when he was supposed to be cuddling with his all-too-patient girlfriend), he needed to make some money, and therefore needed to take up a gig at the local haunted house. It was a haunted festival this corner of town put up annually for the last decade or so; he worked at it when he was in college, and now, fresh into his thirties, he’d made a full circle.

Donning his scarecrow monster garb, he got out of his shift as a scarier with a few hours to spare until the festival closed. With a stitched smile in her direction, Kirk head for Rowan at her car, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. He reached up to scratch the back of his head out of habit and the straw popping out of his flannel sleeves flung around. Even in a costume, he probably wore that boyish charm like second skin. He laughed as he approached the redhead. “Hey, you,” he said, wrapping a stuffed arm around her neck and kissing the top of her head. “I was thinking we could spend a couple hours here tonight if you aren’t too tired. The haunted hayride you were talking about is in operation, too.”

[scarlctguilt]

cont. from here  ft.  @reynlrunnr

she’d been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, moonlight trickling through the thin curtains, wanda finally giving up on sleep, rolling over to simply stare out the window as thoughts rolled through her head. thoughts she couldn’t escape, of her brother, of vision. of the people she’d lost, the damage she’d done thinking it was the right thing to do. 

she’d needed a break from all that, from being an avenger --- or trying to be. so she’d moved out of the headquarters compound, moving in with rowan. but despite the physical distance she’d put between herself and her past, it still haunted her, kept her up at night. and tonight was no different. 

green eyes flicked up when she heard her door creak open, wanda seeing the redhead standing in the doorway. she reached over, flicking on the lamp beside her bed, soft and warm light spilling across the room, a light that was easy on the eyes so late at night. “are you okay?” she asked gently, rowan admitting that she’d had a nightmare, wanda nodding at that. she was far too familiar with that experience. “of course.” was the reply when the other woman asked if she could stay with her the rest of the night, wanda already shifting over in the bed, pulling back the blankets for rowan to join her. 

sharing a bed was something that was almost....natural to wanda. growing up, she and pietro had shared a bed more often than not, and even after they’re lost their parents, the pair often fount solace in the other’s closeness. when rowan had been so open with her affection, it was almost a relief to wanda, too reserved to pursue such a thing herself. so she welcomed the other woman into her bed, rowan’s head coming to rest on her chest, hand finding hers for their fingers to interlock. eyes drifted closed for a moment, finding comfort in the other’s warmth. “having dreams mean you were asleep in the first place.” she murmured softly, hand coming up almost without thinking, brushing through rowan’s hair. 

[intxthevoid]

@reynlrunnr​ continued from the ask meme

Hunter looked at the young woman, watching as she moved; she’d been thinking about this for...God she didn’t even know how long. She loved watching her little princess like this, after all the older woman was the one who had bought her the plug, and she had slowly been building to this, but she was tired of pretending she wanted nothing more than to just fuck the girl until she was pregnant.

“Well if you insist.” She drawled, the woman was so aroused that it hurt; truth be told, and she couldn’t help but growl, she loved how slutty Rowan could be. She climbed up on the bed and took her position behind the woman, not bother to remove her top yet. “Just like that princess.”

Rowan wasn’t allowed to remove the plug, even during sex, and she grinned as her cock slowly slid inside her lovers cunt, inch by inch. “I’m going to make sure it’s twins baby, or maybe even triplets. I bet you’d be so fucking big with triplets.” she hissed as her cock finally slid it’s entire length inside her, a loud groan escaping.

“Fuck you’re tight.” 

[fxrcfly]

“ you’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to. ” for Oli 👀

shippy memes ; accepting

          “and i would be offended if i wasn’t the one you always go to!“ he joked, a soft laugh following his words as he was looking at her. oh, she was so gorgeous! it felt like his eyes were finally open and his life felt so full now that they had finally opened up about their true feelings. an yet... something wasn’t right here. “why are you so far from me, huh?” he asked, brows furrowed. they were sitting on the opposite sides of the couch and she was too far away. with a displeased grunt oliver suddenly took her legs by her ankles and pulled rowan much closer, a bit more and she’d be sitting in his lap. “now, that’s better,” he grinned and leaned in to give her a small kiss on the tip of her nose. || @reynlrunnr

[xsweetxhallelujah]

@reynlrunnr​​ from here

She was always beautiful. But she didn’t always steal breath away this thoroughly. He knew that he could cross the room and have his hands and mouth on her in a matter of seconds, but he just wanted to take her in first. Fuck, he loved it when she wore blue. And there was nothing better than her surprising him like this, even though it usually ended up with ripped fabric. But it was worth it, at least it was for him. His eyes scanned over her slowly as his tongue traced his bottom lip. 

He made a soft noise as she stood up and he didn’t move from his spot in the door away as she approached. His eyes were locked on her as she walked, and the sound of her heels sent heat rushing through him before she even touched him. He laughed, slightly breathless, at her teasing. “Something like that.” His hands went to her, stroking over her back as she ran her hands down his back. He actually did laugh when she squeezed his ass, the motion spurring him into action. 

His hands moved to her hips as he moved them so he could press her against the wall as he leaned in to press his lips against hers. She tasted so good, and he could never get enough of having her taste on his tongue. His hands moved from her hips to stroke over her ass, squeezing and pulling her towards him. “I know you’re not complaining, Ro. Though I guess... I could always stop touching you...” he told her as he rubbed and squeezed her ass. “If that’s what you wanted.”

[aquamanandfriends]

Order Away [Jacob/Rowan]

@reynlrunnr​

“I’m serious,” Jacob grinned. “Order anything you want, it’s covered.” She knew that Jacob struggled with finances so it was sweet that she was hesitant about the price of her food and drink. “I got a big raise,” he explained. “My brother actually managed to get me into the teamster union as his personal driver so, I’m getting paid way more on this movie than the last and we’re out here right?” he nodded around. “We should enjoy it. So,” he put the menu down. “Anything you want, or everything you want,” he grinned.

[nverletmego]

@reynlrunnr​ // kirk x rowan

           “So light ‘em up, up, up... I’m on fiiiiiiiyaaaaah!”

Kirk belted one of his favorite Fall Out Boy songs from behind the shower curtain, complete with an electrifying performance on the electric guitar as the water hit his back. If they were getting ready in Rowan’s apartment, it’d be totally different; her roomy bathroom would offer her more than enough space to get ready and he wouldn’t even dare to ruin the calming atmosphere with pop punk. But they were prepping for date night at his place. It was cramped and definitely boyish, a spot he used to share with two roommates before they moved out, but of course they left their messy traces all over the apartment. The size of his was a lot of the reason why he liked spending time at Rowan’s, so much so that a lot of his stuff was already at her place. 

(To tell you the truth, he’d been thinking about proposing-- that is, proposing to move in together at some point during this dinner date. He just needed to make sure he could find the right time to bring it up.) 

Once he finished the song, he turned off the shower with a squeak before opening the shower curtains to see Rowan again, who’d been doing her makeup at his tiny sink with horrible bathroom lighting. It probably wasn’t helping that the hot steam coming out of the shower would fog up the mirrors, too. He had to give the girl props: She dealt with a lot for him. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, grinning, feeling good after his shower. He reached for his towel and dried off before stepping out, wrapping it around his waist and pressing a kiss to her neck, knowing she may not have put makeup there. Of course, his skin was still wet, so he might’ve gotten droplets of water on her from his hair. 

Before he got in the shower, she’d still been picking out her dress, so finally seeing her in it was a delight. He placed his hand on her lower back to check her out. “If you go out like that, I might have to be your bodyguard instead of your boyfriend,” he chuckled. 

Fully aware that his sink was small and that he had no business butting in during her beauty routine, he playfully nudged himself beside her and pulled out some of his own products from behind the mirror. A little bit of hair gel, some cologne, deodorant... he messily placed his items right next to her own, bottle of hair gel clumsily falling into the sink and causing her lotion to go down with it. “Whoops,” he said. He was messing with her; he felt especially playful tonight, fueled by the giddiness of having a date night. They’d both been busy at work this week, with Kirk swamped at the cafe training new hires for the upcoming fall back-to-school season and Rowan prepping her lesson plans and attending countless meetings at the university. So he was more than excited to be having some time alone with his girlfriend, especially if he’d get to take her out somewhere nice and fancy.