#anyone else out there get the face flushing symptom?

[cuntgarrycuntross]

Progesterone is rising, so you know what that means: tomato red cheeks and suicidal ideation !!!

#PMDD #pmdd awareness #anyone else out there get the face flushing symptom?

[shotmrmiller]

You don't need anyone else but us.

TW: implied dub-con, drug usage.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Reader

WC: 1.1K

A/N: Im biting my knuckles at the idea of you going on a date with this guy at some restaurant, and the bum slips some aphrodisiac into your drink :)

It started small, with symptoms so faint they were barely discernible. Fanning yourself with your hand, you hoped to keep the beads of sweat forming at the nape of your neck from ruining your perfectly coiffed hair. 

“Is it just me or is it hot in here?” you asked your date with a flustered, timid smile. 

“No, I feel fine, but you do look a bit rosy. You alright?” As you give him a reassuring nod, a striking hum passes through your body, like a raindrop rippling still water, and every wave shoots arousal straight to your core. 

He reached across the table to grasp at your wrist, bringing you closer to him so he could press a cool hand to your burning forehead. “You’re burning up, sweets. Maybe it’s time we take you home, hm?” You try to stammer out a response, but fire is pooling in your belly, making it hard to think. He quickly raises his hand, and gestures for the tab, then changes seats to be right next to you. “I’ve got you.” The fabric of his long sleeve grazes your uncovered back as he pulls you flush against him with his arm, and every shift of it scrapes at your nerve endings.

The pants that escape your mouth sound deafening in your ears, every twitch of your muscles amplified. It hurts, and even then, the edges of that pain are blurring, twisting into scalding pleasure. Your cheek feels the vibrations of his voice as your head rests in the hollow of his throat, and with the last of your lucidity, you catch the tail end of the conversation between your date and the server.

“— she’s had too much to drink, I’m afraid,” and through fogging vision, you observe as he hands the server the two wine glasses, remnants of red liquid at the bottom— but he had finished his wine and the rest of yours. “Have a good evening.”

He moves to get up, scooping you in his arms, and you’re powerless in your vulnerable state, body listless against his, like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Before you know it, you’re being practically carried out the door, frosty air nipping at your feverish skin. Your date bends his legs to hook his arm under your knees, and with a grunt, picks you up in a cradle carry. Head lulling on his chest, a pathetic whimper slips past your lips at the smell of him and his cologne that you had formally thought was overpowering.

“I know, sweets. We’re going to my flat, and I’ll take good care of you there.” But as he approaches his car, you’re abruptly wrenched from his arms, an unmistakable voice speaks up, tone harsh, severe. 

“She’s not goin’ anywhere with you.” Simon?

Simon gently lowers you onto your wobbly legs, allowing you to steady yourself against the car. The freezing surface of it stings, a raw sensation surges through your body, and a sibilant hiss escapes your mouth. 

Simon steps away, and Johnny takes his place, cupping your face. You let out a soft moan at the contrast of his chilly hands on your burning skin. “Hey,” he softly says, “you a’right?” Your peripheral vision catches a flurry of quick movements, making you instinctively turn your head, but Johnny’s hands exert a gentle force, keeping your head locked in position, fixated on him.

“Eyes on me, bonnie.” Johnny’s hands lower, trailing down to your neck, cool fingers enveloping your throat, and this time, you mewl. Loudly. “Och, I ken, i ken. We’ll be home in no time, hm? Simon’s just takin’ out the trash.” 

Johnny’s thumb traces soothing circles against your fluttering pulse, and you whine when you imagine those circles being drawn on your throbbing clit, how euphoric it would feel. Maybe it would assuage the liquid fire in your veins— satiate the need to be filled, stretched.

“A’right hen, we’re takin’ ye to my house, gotta keep an eye on ye.” Johnny lifts you into a side carry, effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing. “It’ll be over soon.” God, you hoped so.

Placing you on his bed, Johnny takes off your heels and sits by your side, holding your hand in his. “How ye doin’?” Blinking, you thickly swallow and realize that your mind is clearer than it was at the restaurant. “Better, I think.” 

Johnny hums, and turns to Simon. “Can ye get her a glass o’ water?” Simon looks at you, then flicks his gaze to Johnny, and slowly dips his head, before pivoting to leave. “Just rest, hen, I think that dunderheid spiked yer drink. I told ye he was nae good, but nae, the lass is grown, she can make her own decisions, hm?” Johnny reaches out to caress your sweaty forehead and drags his roughened knuckles across your cheekbone. 

With a gentle touch, you reach up and firmly press his hand against your cheek, nuzzling it, and holding his gaze. “I’m too dependent on you,” and Simon walks in, a glass of water in hand, and your eyes shift towards him, “the both of you. One day, you’ll both move on, and,” your voice trembles, choked with emotion, as tears gather in your eyes, “I’ll be left behind and—” Simon’s deep timbre voice cuts off your outburst with a stern tone. 

“Enough.” Johnny gives Simon a reprimanding look, and takes the glass, handing it to you. 

“What Simon means t’say, is that yer haverin’, hen. Go on, drink yer water. All of it, gotta rehydrate, a’right?” As you knocked back the cup, you remained oblivious to them sharing a meaningful look, and Simon giving an imperceivable nod, one that Johnny reciprocated. 

Carefully setting down the glass on the nightstand, you get cozy under the covers, breathing in his comforting scent, eyes sliding shut. Johnny pats your leg once and whispers, “Get some rest, hen. We’ll be outside, call if ye need anythin’.” A sluggish tip of your head is his only response, and without a sound, the two men exit the room.

Johnny casually rests his weight on the kitchen island, absentmindedly scratching his arm. “How’d ye get that bawbag to use the drug?” Simon shrugs nonchalantly, and says, “A little persuasion.” Johnny hums low, and after a pause, questions, “And how long will it take fer the drug in the water to take effect?” 

“I gave her room temperature water,” Simon chuckles, “I say 5 minutes, give o’ take.” 

In a matter of moments, the distinct sound of your high-pitched keens and mewls reached their ears, causing them to exchange a knowing look.“Heads er tails?” Johnny asks, his eyes gleaming mischievously. Simon removes his mask, running his fingers through his tousled hair, and states, “Tails and the winner gets to come in her first.” 

They shake on it. 

A/N: i was told to make a pt.II by my moot @rookiesbookies so I GUESS I WILL. set under the cbf! johnny x ghost au.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mctavish x reader #ghoap x reader #cod #john soap mactavish #cod mwii #cod mw2

[golden-afternoon]

Yeah I was working on another actual fic but uhhh the 'Nari brainrot took over so uhhh here take me going insane over him and rambling about what comes to my mind. Kay? Kay.

Warnings - nsfw, mating cycle talk from a person who only has google by her side, absolutely not proofread having gone straight from brain to paper, and just know there is a solid chance I'll have more to say about this in the future.

Tighnari, by his very nature, is a very compartmentalized person. His own problems stay within himself to be dealt with later when he is done and everyone else's needs are already attended to. Always concerned with helping others and keeping things in order, even to the point of staying up into the early hours of the morning, less concerned with himself than those around him. If he’s ever struggling with anything at all, he will do absolutely everything in his power to keep anyone from knowing about it, much less something as personal as this.

In the early months of the year, especially as Lantern Rite nears, Tighnari becomes withdrawn. Quieter, more distant. The Forest Watchers have been talking for forever back and forth swapping theories and rumors in not so hushed tones.

“I heard Master Tighnari lost a family member around this time of year.”

“Really? I heard he just reeeeally hates any kind of festivities especially Lantern Rite because it's so noisy, even when not in Liyue.”

“I dunno, maybe he's just sensitive to the cold?”

Unlike the usual case where he was quick to nip such chatter in the bud and tell off the Rangers for gossiping, he remains entirely silent on the issue, otherwise carrying on as usual. Setting up excursions, documenting his findings, helping and guiding wherever he was needed…

Until he just can't stand it anymore. With hardly a word, save perhaps to Collei to ask her to care for things in his absence, he retreats, hiding himself away in his hut, barricading himself in completely so no nosy Rangers have any reason to loiter around.

He hates it.

He understands it's natural and it's going to happen and blah blah blah, but it was such a nuisance to his life he would give anything to not have to put up with it. The worst of it usually lasts a week or two before he can at least carry some semblance of normalcy and feel willing and able to return to work, but while he's in it, it drives him insane.

Some years it's so bad that he can't even focus on anything other than the absolutely filthy thoughts that plague his mind, his hands shaking so hard he can't even hold a pen long enough to attempt any sort of work. Even like this he just doesn't feel right not being productive especially when he's always running around here and there the rest of the year, why should this be any different?

Head slamming into his desk with a groan, a flush curling up his cheeks and neck. Eventually he has to crack, begrudgingly caring for the needs that grow and grow and grow and become nigh insatiable during his rut.

It starts out almost clinical, looking to just take care of a symptom of an illness almost. Face flushed, lips curled into a deep frown, he sits at his desk, fisting his cock with precision, hoping to get it over with as fast as possible by hitting everything just right.

But no. After dealing with this for years you think he would have known by now that just once isn't enough, yet he still hopes year after year. It only gets worse. Over and over and over again until he's just sore and it hurts. Until he can't keep jerking it lest he make his own skin turn raw. By this point he usually finds himself in his bed, ears flat and face buried into some blankets to muffle the pathetic whimpers that left his lips as he kept grinding his hips into the pillows over and over and over and over, chasing even the slightest modicum of relief.

And most of the time, as annoying as it is, it was completely fine for him to just be stuck imagining some faceless, nameless mate beneath him as he struggled to sate these urges. However, if Tighnari has a bit of a crush… Well, he'd be in for a rude awakening if he hadn't already acknowledged his feelings for you.

I could see poor Tighnari getting almost ill as he realized the cute moans he was imagining sounded a little too much like your voice. Everything freezes for a moment, his stomach lurching both from the realization and the sudden loss of friction when he faltered. He tries so hard to brush it aside, chastising himself for pulling you into his filthy mind right then. But it doesn't stop. Your face, your voice, your skin. Everything. Everything stays in his mind and he cannot stop it. He feels such overwhelming shame about it, but… he does eventually give in and just let whatever fantasies take root, especially since it seems to ease the feelings when he does.

But when he sees you after the worst of it is over and he leaves his hut, guilt grips around his heart and memories of those fantasies rush into his head, leaving him turning on his heel to avoid you at all costs, honestly risking you thinking he hates you with how intensely he's ignoring you.

It's even worse because Tighnari considers hiding in his hut again for even longer as usually he was fine when the worst of it passed, he could resume his duties, but with you around, he could feel his hands shaking, the intense urge to find you wherever you were and pin you down immediately was so strong it scared him a little. Sometimes it caught him off guard too, like he would catch your scent on the breeze and while in his rut, he would genuinely get so horny so fast he's gotten lightheaded, having to catch himself on whatever was nearby so he didn't go crashing down.

If he hated his rut before, the shame of all this made him absolutely loathe it.

Maybe one day you can find a way to make it a liiiiittle more bearable for him ♡

#sunny brainrots #a little bit of spice #sunny's beloveds #genshin posting #tighnari smut #tighnari x reader #help im so normal about him- #everyone talks about this for him but MAN #i wanna talk about it even if its been said before!!!! #tighnari

[storiesforallfandoms]

i’m sorry i let you down ~ eminem

word count: 1492

request?: yes!

“Hii. I was wondering if you could do an Eminem imagine where the reader is his daughter who is going through addiction like he used to?”

description: she promised herself that things wouldn’t get bad, but when they do she has to come clean to her dad about her problem

pairing: eminem x daughter!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug addiciton and withdrawals, some use of y/n, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

She promised herself things wouldn’t get bad. She knew about her dad’s addiction. She knew how bad it was. He had warned her to be careful when her doctor’s prescribed pain medication to help with post-surgery pain she was having. In fact, (Y/N) was reluctant to take the meds at all. She didn’t want to even risk getting hooked on them the same way her dad did. But, after a day of the pain being too much to bare, she caved and took the meds.

I’ll have control of this, she told herself. It won’t get bad. Once I’m healed, I’ll stop taking them.

She kept telling herself that as she got a refill after taking all of the first bottle. She convinced herself she still needed them as she went back to her doctor to ask for another prescription. Even after she healed and was given clearance to go back to her normal life, she told herself she still needed the prescriptions.

Eventually, she recognized that she had a problem, but by that point it was far too late.

(Y/N) knew she should’ve reached out for help when she realized she had a problem. Especially to her dad, who had struggled before and had already gone through detox and rehab. But she felt too ashamed to tell anyone. She didn’t want to admit that she hadn’t heeded Marshall’s warnings and started taking the pain meds anyways. She knew how he would react, and she didn’t want to let him down. She thought she could handle it on her own. She knew she had a problem, so that meant she could fix it, right?

But the withdrawal symptoms were too strong when she tried to stop. She’d shiver yet be sweating, she couldn’t keep food down, and she’d be awake all night, among other things. She broke down too easily to make the withdrawal stop, and then had to start the process all over again. It was a never ending loop.

And it probably would’ve continued endlessly, if Marshall hadn’t found her.

She was in the middle of a bad bought of withdrawals, hunched over her toilet as the contents of her lunch emptied from her stomach. Because of this, (Y/N) didn’t hear the knock at her front door, nor did she hear the door open and shut. It wasn’t until someone was kneeling down next to her that she realized anyone else was there. And to her horror, it was Marshall.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice full of fatherly concern. His eyes studied her face, slick with sweat and pale from how sick she had been.

She couldn’t lie to him. Not when he was looking at her. He’d see right through her. So, she nodded to the garbage bin next to the sink. When he looked, he saw the empty pill bottle she had flushed hours ago to stop herself from relapsing. Marshall knew immediately and sprang into action. He gave (Y/N) a wet cloth to wipe her face and told her to meet him in the car when she was ready.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“You’ll be better off at rehab. They can help you through the withdrawal.”

When he left, (Y/N) allowed herself to cry.

~~~~~~

A few days in rehab proved to be much better than the weeks (Y/N) had been trying to get clean on her own. The withdrawal was still hard, but like her dad said, they helped her through it. Besides sleep still being an issue, everything else had mostly passed.

Her sisters came to visit after the second day of her being there, and her mom called almost every night, but she had yet to hear from Marshall.

“He’s not mad,” Hailie had assured her. “He’s just glad he found you when he did.”

(Y/N) didn’t believe her.

It was nearly a week later when one of the workers told (Y/N) she had a visitor. When she entered the visiting room, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Marshall had been waiting for her.

He stood, but hesitated a moment before moving to hug her. She gratefully accepted the gesture.

“You look at lot better,” he said as they sat down.

“I feel mostly better. I’m still not sleeping, but that’s it.”

“The insomnia is the worst part. It’ll take time, but eventually it’ll get better.”

(Y/N) nodded. She suddenly felt like she couldn’t look her father in the eye. She was glad he had finally come, but now he was here her shame had returned. Not only shame that she had fallen into addiction, but also the fact that Marshall had to find out the way he did.

“I’m sorry,” she finally said, her voice small.

Marshall seemed shocked. “For what?”

A lump was forming in (Y/N)’s throat. She tried to swallow it down so she could speak. “For letting you down.”

“Honey, who said you let me down?”

She let out a humorless laugh. “Please, dad. No one had to tell me. It’s kind of obvious.”

He was still looking at her in confusion.

“You told me not to take the pain meds,” she said. “You warned me and I did it anyways. I was stupid enough to think I could have a control on them, but I didn’t. I let myself fall into addiction and I let myself suffer because I was stupid and didn’t take your warnings.”

Tears were running down her cheeks. She looked away from Marshall and tried to wipe them away, but it was no use. They were falling so quickly that as soon as she wiped one away, another took it’s place.

“(Y/N), you didn’t let me down,” Marshall said. “You’re not stupid for taking the meds. I didn’t tell you not to take them, I said to be careful taking them. Doctors prescribe those types of medication for a reason, and obviously you needed them if you started taking them in the first place. The unfortunate thing is, a lot of those pain meds can become addictive and some doctors don’t seem to care about that. It’s not your fault.”

“I didn’t want you to be disappointed,” (Y/N) admitted. “You’ve always told us about your problem, and I felt like if I told you about mine that...you would be disappointed in me.”

“I would never be disappointed in you for struggling. We can’t control things like that, no matter how many times I’ve told you about my addiction or how many precautions you try to take. If anything, I was disappointed that you hadn’t told me about it, but I realize now you only did that because you were scared.”

(Y/N) nodded. She had been scared. She knew her dad wouldn’t be the only one who would be upset about finding out about her addiction, but he was the one she was most worried about getting a reaction from considering his past. At the time, she couldn’t bare to think about the look on his face if she had come clean before. Now, though, she was starting to realize that the smartest decision would’ve been to tell someone long ago.

“You waited to come visit,” she said. “I thought - ”

“It was because I was mad,” he finished. “Hailie told me.”

“But thinking more clearly, it’s probably because you were waiting for me to get a little better, right? Mom said that’s why she hasn’t come yet. She was afraid to see me in the early stages of detoxing.”

“Well, there was that. I’ll be honest, the state I found you in still haunts me a little bit. But also, I don’t exactly have fond memories about being in a place like this, so coming to visit was hard.”

(Y/N) almost face palmed. Of course, that made sense. Visiting someone in rehab had to be tough on its own, but visiting after you yourself had gone through rehab had to have a whole other layer of trauma to it she was sure.

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “For everything. I should’ve told you long ago about what I was going through.”

“I don’t blame you for not telling me. I’m just glad that you’re okay, and that I found you in the stages of withdrawal and not something else.”

They both stood and hugged again. (Y/N) was reluctant to let her dad go, but she knew he couldn’t stay all day. The fact that he came at all was a relief, and she was feeling better after their conversation.

“I’ll come back in a few days,” he promised her. “And I’ll visit regularly until you’re out.”

“I’d really like that,” she said. “Thank you, dad.”

“You have nothing to thank me for, sweetheart.” He pulled her in for one last hug and kissed the top of her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #daughter!reader #imagine #one shot #request #rpf #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[claudemblems]

"Am I Annoying?" | Tighnari

Tighnari Genshin Impact <3

"Now where would you get such a preposterous idea?"

Tighnari set aside the bowl of herbs he'd been grinding down for some medicinal tea, his attention now focused on your gloomy countenance. You didn't have to meet his gaze to know he was sending you a stern yet caring look.

"Did someone put this sort of thought into your head? If so, they are ridiculous to assume that I'd feel such a way towards you. However, if this is a thought born out of your own worries, pay it no mind. You know how I feel about you." At this, Tighnari's eyes softened, a small smile on his lips. "Don't start doubting me now."

"I don't mean to doubt you..." You sighed, hands fiddling with the edge of your shirt. "I just doubt myself is all. Every day I look at myself and think, 'How on earth have you managed to get a man like Tighnari? You have no accomplishments, no beauty, and no good characteristics to speak of. How could anyone possibly love you without it being due to pity?'" You clenched your hands into fists, fighting back the tears forming in your eyes. "I just can't see myself the way everyone else sees me. I worry so much about becoming a nuisance to someone. I don't want them to keep their negative feelings to themselves and then, when they finally grow tired of me, eventually leave..."

Tighnari rose from his seat and approached the cot you'd been sitting on. You felt the bed dip beneath you and the faint brush of fingers on top of your own.

"[Name]." Tighnari said gently. "Look at me."

You let his hand cup your cheek and gently turn your face towards him.

"You are anything but a burden to me. If I didn't love you, would I have asked you to date me? Would I have spent so many late nights thinking of you, every inch of me buzzing with excitement at the thought of seeing you the next morning? I don't let just anyone consume both my heart and mind, you know."

You let out a small laugh, Tighnari's smile growing at the visible improvement of your mood. "Seriously, if I wasn't so well-versed in medicine, I would have thought I was slowly falling into actual insanity. How on earth could it be normal for my heart to race so erratically just at the sight of you?"

"Are you saying I made you nervous?"

"A little, but it was also just because I found you very pretty. And still do, of course."

He spoke as if your beauty was the most obvious fact in the world. It made your face flush red. Though Tighnari's bluntness could be a lot at times, in moments like these, you were grateful for his honest nature. When he complimented or praised you, you knew he meant it. And that's what made his words even more special to you.

"I love you dearly, [Name]. Don't ever second-guess that. However, if you're still not convinced, I will have to prescribe you some medicine to make these negative symptoms go away."

You raised an eyebrow, puzzled but intrigued. "Medicine?"

"Mhmm, but don't worry. This is the good kind."

Your heart skipped a beat as Tighnari briefly pressed his lips to yours. When he pulled away, he smiled as he observed your shocked, flustered state.

"You will need to receive at least three kisses a day for the rest of the week. No skipping any days, either. If you want to get rid of those pesky doubts, you need to be good and take the medicine your caring boyfriend has prescribed to you."

You couldn't help but break into a fit of laughter, clutching at your sides that would no doubt start aching later. Tighnari let out a chuckle of his own as he wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on yours. "You're so silly, Tighnari."

"But that's why you love me, isn't it? Just like why I love you."

Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently, your lips curving upwards when he squeezed back. "Yes. You're right. I do love you, so much."

You spent the rest of the day close by Tighnari's side and taking your medicine as instructed, but you may have stolen a few kisses more than the doctor's recommended dose ;)

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #tighnari #tighnari x reader #my moots made my day better and I got motivation to finish this :3 #thank you

[ethereal-inquisitor]

Chapter 2: Thorin

a/n: You do not have to read these in order. I did have to feature our king first, though.

Warnings: Sex pollen (slight dubcon), Thorin is his own warning, fem!reader, baby's first smut so I'm very very sorry, please let me know if I need more warnings

Balin met Thorin’s gaze as the lass told them what was down there, lips pressed into a thin line. “Someone is going to have to go down there with her. We don’t have the time to get the right herbs to counteract the flower’s effects.”

Thorin’s eyes widened a little, looking down towards the healer then back up to Balin. “You’re certain?”

Balin chuckled at the scandalized look on his king’s face. “Either that or she is in line to have her heart give out. She may yet live, but it will be a very miserable few days for her. Easing her symptoms is the most humane and safest way of getting her through it.”

Everyone looked at Thorin, waiting. The king stood, cheeks reddening slightly at the reason for their attention.

“If yer wonderin’ why everyone is waiting for you to say something,” Kili whispers conspiratorially, “it is because you have been a right beast to anyone trying to get close to her lately. You’ve bonded with her, and they are afraid you will try and kill them if they volunteer.”

A growl escaped the back of Thorin’s throat at the prospect of any of the others going down to his healer.  

“Like that,” the youngest Durin points out. “But if you aren’t going to help her, I’ll --hurk!” Thorin lifted his nephew up by his neck, and Kili made a shrill, distressed noise. “Kidding! Kidding!” he wheezed.

Thorin dropped him, and immediately gathered up your bedroll and pack, along with waterskins and some food. “Will she need anything other than what we already know about, Balin?” the king gritted out as he heard a faint whimper from down in the cave.

“No, not particularly,” Balin replied lightly, mischief twinkling in his eyes as he watched Thorin head towards the stairs. “Do remember to hydrate, Thorin.”

The dwarven king let out a suffering sigh, shooting another glare at the lot of them before he descended.

“He definitely needs to get laid,” Kili says sagely, rubbing his neck as Fili punches him in the arm.

~*~*~*~*~

He could see you as he came down the stairs, light bouncing off the soft planes of your back. He grit his teeth when you let another whimper escape, nearly falling down the stairs when you began touching yourself.  Even from where he was, he could hear the dangerous rhythm of your heart. He couldn’t wait too much longer, and it was killing him that this was they way the two of you were going to experience your first time together. For weeks he had filled his head with fantasies about the ways he would have you, but having your heart nearly explode was not the way he wanted to tease you.

Dropping the things he brought down, he nudged a blanket open with his toe, divesting himself of his clothing while he watched you, transfixed by the way your hands brushed gently over your glistening skin. The noises you were making.

He dropped quietly into the water with a hiss, reaching out to pull you out of whatever thoughts you were having.

Thorin’s deep blue eyes met yours, and he studied your face for a moment. You were flushed, nearly feverish, and your beautiful gaze latched onto him like a lifeline. His hands were still on your shoulders, and you moved to get closer but you couldn’t. His grip was like iron, and he said your name to get your attention. “Do you want this?” he asked softly, forcing you to look up at him. “I can send someone else…”

“No, Thorin. I want you,” you breathed, sliding out of his grip to wrap your arms around his neck and press your aching breasts to his chest. You bury your face in his neck, and you felt a surge of victory as he groaned at the touch of your skin on his. “As long as you want me…”

Maneuvering yourself flush against the dwarven king, you felt his erection against your belly. You pulled away to look up at him, and both of his hands grabbed your hips to stop you from rubbing against him. “Does that answer your question?” he growls, letting his hands loosen on your hips to wander over your skin. “This will not be gentle; your heart is already racing dangerously fast… This was not the way I wanted to do this.”

You fought his grip, letting your hands wander over his skin as you tried to calm yourself and listen to what he was saying. “How did you want to do this?” you whispered, desire dropping low in your belly at the thought of this beautiful dwarf thinking about you in all the naughty ways you thought about him.

His eyes darken, and he slides his hands down to grip the back of your thighs. With little effort, he lifts you and turns to plant you on the side of the pool. You let out a small noise of surprise, and you move to scoot closer to him but are stopped when he plants a large hand in the middle of your chest and gently pushes you down to your back. He tugs your knees apart, and he sinks low enough in the water to toss your legs over his shoulders, giving him an unobstructed view of your core. He growls something in dwarvish, sliding a finger up the inside of your thigh. You squirmed, and he gives you a devilish grin. “Watch,” he commands, his tone so deep you whimper as it thrums through you.

You do watch him, eyes wide as he holds your gaze and presses his tongue directly to your clit. Arching your back like you had been electrocuted, your brain short-circuits as the dwarven king sets to his task like a man starved. Every slide on his tongue against you pushes you closer to your peak, and you are pretty sure your voice is echoing through the cave loud enough that the others can hear you. Thorin groans, and when you feel two of his fingers breaching your entrance and sliding deep into you, your body goes rigid as you come with a shout of his name.

He does not relent.

His fingers are so much bigger than yours, and he hits every spot inside you as he pumps them in and out of you. With another suckle on your clit and a crook of his fingers, he pushes you over the edge again and groans as you clench tightly around him.

Whatever these flower spores were, they took away the need to rest between orgasms. As soon as you came down from this one, you were immediately needy again. You needed something bigger than his fingers, though they were magnificent. It was so hard to form words as your body burned, but you think you manage to get out “Please” and “Thorin” in a cohesive thought as you tangle your fingers through his beautiful hair.

He groans at your words, and his fingers pull out of you reluctantly. With a final suck on your clit, Thorin pulls himself out of the water, pulling you with him to the blanket he had set out before he stepped into the water. He settles himself between your thighs, sliding his hands through your wet hair and pulling you up for a mind-numbing kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, and you shiver with need as you feel him slide along your folds, the head of his cock teasing.

He leaned over you, hair falling in a curtain around your head and blocking out the rest of the world. You felt him settle on top of you, dwarven words falling from his lips as he gives you kisses that makes your toes curl. You tilt your hips up to try and coax him into you, but he shifts away with a groan. “Patience,” he growls against your lips. “I will not rush this with you.”

You wrap your legs around his hips and try to pull him closer. “I’m burning up, Thorin. I need you. I’ve needed you for months.” You arch as his hand closes over your right breast, gently squeezing your nipple.

“Do you think you are the only one?” he rasps in your ear, “that you are the only one that burns? I would have waited until after we retook Erebor, and courted you as I should have, but this was always where I wanted to be.” He pulls his hips back just enough to prod at your entrance, and he groans into your shoulder as he begins to ease into you. He was thick, stretching you deliciously, and the thought of him wanting you as much as you wanted him sent you barreling over the edge again with a wail.

Thorin paused and cursed in dwarvish as you clenched around him, and with one smooth motion he was in you to the hilt, riding out the waves of your climax while he whispered dwarven words in your ear. You didn’t know what they meant exactly, but you were certain it was something dirty.

You arched up against him, and he gripped your hips tightly so you couldn’t move. “This will be over before it begins if you do not stop,” he teases, pulling your hips back just enough so he slides halfway out of you. “I do not want to lose control and hurt you, Ghivashel.”

You whine, your legs squirming to try and fight his iron grip. “But I want you. I want you to lose control with me, Thorin.” His pupils dilate at the thought, and he thrusts back into you helplessly as you spoke. “Be with me the way you want to be.” You slide your hand into his hair and tugged him closer to you. “I want to feel you for days after this.”

The blue of his eyes was completely gone, and he let out an animalistic noise as he pulled out of you completely and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. You barely had time to take a breath before he was pushing back into you, thrusting so hard you made small noises every time his hips met yours.

Yes. This was what you needed.

His hand slid down from your backside to dip between your legs, his talented fingers rubbing in all the right places. You cried out, fingers wrapping around the cloth beneath you as you felt yourself climbing to another earth-shattering orgasm. His thrusts were becoming erratic, and he pressed flush against your back as he pressed you into the floor, changing the angle to hit every erotic spot inside you. His fingers were still gently circling, and you squirmed as you wailed his name. His replying growl was low, and his other hand gripped your hip tightly as he thrust one, two, three more times into you and pressed into you as deeply as he could. You felt him filling you, twitching and groaning, and that was what broke you. He sucked in a breath as you fluttered tightly around him, and he kissed along your back and whispered promises into your skin as you shivered through your peak.

You whimpered as he pulled out of you, and he rolled you over to tuck you into his side. You curled up next to him, tossing your arm across his chest and laying your head on his shoulder. You felt sated for the moment, but you could already feel your skin beginning to tingle again with want.

This was going to be a long night.

You tilted your head to look up at him, and he had a peaceful smile on his face as he looked down at you. “Again?” he asked gently, pushing your hair back from your face and grinning when you nodded. “Don’t worry, Ghivashel, I will make sure you are thoroughly sated. I can’t have your heart giving out, can I?”

And with that, he rolled over and settled back into the cradle of your thighs.

Who do you choose next?

Dwalin Fili Kili Bofur

#thorin oakenshield #thorin x fem!reader #thorin x fem!reader smut #I am so sorry #babys first smut

[buckysgrace]

Fifty One

Dancing in the Dark Masterlist

CW: Yeast Infections lmaoooo

Kim awoke the next morning to a burning between her legs and a fire in her mouth. 

Her tongue was sore, smeared with a gross white substance that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard she scrubbed at it. It hurt. The more she scrubbed at it, the more it made her wince and tears form in her eyes. There was no comfortable way to rest her tongue in her mouth either. Every position hurt her. 

She couldn’t eat at all and could barely drink anything. It almost hurt to talk. She was too embarrassed to ask about it, fearing that she had done something wrong or obviously missed out on some important piece of information. She just picked at her food throughout the day, feigning that she was a little tired. That was it. Surely, that was it. Just some odd bug she had picked up over Christmas. 

She couldn’t tell if that was worse, or the itching between her legs. She kept crossing her knees, pressing them together in hopes that it would make the odd sensation go away. It was driving her crazy. She felt like it was too gross to scratch, but could almost feel her fingers twitch in anticipation at the thought of doing so.

“You’re quiet today,” Billy observed after lunch, “And a little skittish.” He pointed out the way she’d jolted when he’d approached. She dropped her crocheting hooks, feigning that she had somehow been busy. She hadn’t done much of anything besides stare at the wall and convince herself that she wasn’t itchy. 

“My tongue hurts,” She replied slowly, but kept her tongue inside of her mouth so he couldn’t see. She didn’t want him to think it was gross, “It just hurts to talk.” She shrugged her shoulders, trying to make it seem like it was no big deal. Because it wasn’t.

“Your tongue hurts?” Billy turned towards her curiously, his dark eyebrows furrowing together as he pressed his thumb against her bottom lip. She moved away, covering her palm over her mouth as her tongue continued to throb and ache. 

“Just a little bit.” She replied softly, trying to keep her reaction as relaxed as she could. Billy twisted his fingers through her hair gently, looping her soft curls through his fingers as he raised an eyebrow. 

“Are you getting sick?” He asked, his voice a little softer as concern leaked in through his features. She pressed her fingertips against her chin softly, trying to soothe the ache that had formed in her jaw. 

“Probably a cold or something.” She agreed quickly, feeling like that was the safest option to go with as she crossed her legs again. Billy gasped, making her face flush as she was sure her actions had been caught. 

“Oh,” Billy took a step back from her, “That’s not good.” He covered his hand over his mouth, making her realize that he was just nervous about getting sick. She shook her head, trying to keep from teasing him about his reaction. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing serious.” She dismissed him, still unknown as to what her symptoms might be. She gave him a sheepish smile, watching the way that his eyes locked onto her. She wiggled in her seat once again. 

“Maybe you should talk to mom,” Billy said softly, “I’m sure she has something to help.” He stepped a little closer again, petting her hair for a moment. She rested against his touch for a moment, before she quickly shook her head to dismiss him. 

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Kim laughed softly, fighting the urge to lean over and kiss his fingertips. She didn’t want to risk spreading anything to him, “I mean think of what we did last night. If I’m sick, you probably already have it.” She smirked softly, watching as his eyes flickered in amusement. 

“Thanks,” Billy replied dryly, “I bet she has something to soothe the pain though.” He replied a second later, nodding his head as he turned on his heel. She felt her eyes widening, really not wanting anyone else to have attention on her. 

“It’s really not-, Billy!” She tried to protest, then quickly stopped as she reached her hand up towards her mouth. She had an urge to grip her tongue, to try and cradle it in means to soothe the pain. 

Rosemary came down the hallway a second later, her blonde curls flopping around as she inspected Kim worriedly. She paused, looking a little confused as she joined Kim on the couch. 

“Billy said you weren’t feeling good?” She questioned Kim with a raised eyebrow, clearly looking like she didn’t understand what the issue was. Kim shifted uncomfortably in her spot, a little embarrassed as she finally found her courage to speak. 

“My mouth hurts,” Kim whined softly, feeling like her tongue was burning, “A lot.” She mumbled underneath her breath, unsure if she should bring up where else she was burning and itching at. She felt her cheeks flush, making her decide that it was best to keep quiet rather than embarrass himself. 

“Let me see,” Rosemary said curiously as she lightly held onto Kim’s chin. Kim paused for a moment before she relaxed her jaw and stuck her tongue out, “Mhm. Looks like thrush.” Rosemary explained, but all it did was leave Kim slightly bewildered.

“What’s that?” Kim asked in confusion, feeling like she may have heard the name but nothing that she clearly recognized. She felt a little silly, feeling like Susan must’ve mentioned it at some point in her life. She was still blank. 

“Sort of like a yeast infection but in your mouth,” Rosemary explained softly, “You know what that is, right?” Her tone became even more gentle, her eyes warm as she peered at Kim’s expression. Kim was fairly certain she had grown flushed again. 

“No.” She admitted as she began to tug on her fingers. She felt like she should know what Rosemary was speaking of, but she was completely clueless at the moment. 

“Well it’s white like this, but it’ll be scratchy in your vagina,” Rosemary explained as she turned to face Kim a little better, “It burns a lot. A nasty business really.” She wrinkled her nose up as she spoke, like she was trying to be playful to make the situation a little more light. 

Kim was quiet for a moment as she thought about Rosemary’s statement, instantly knowing that she had that too. She gently rolled her sore tongue around in her mouth, wondering if there was a discreet way to go to the doctor. She felt awkward, like this was something basic she should’ve already known about her own body. 

“Kim?” Rosemary looked at her softly, “Have you checked to see if you have an infection anywhere else?” She asked kindly, looking like she could tell how embarrassed Kim was. She shrugged her shoulders meekly, figuring that there was no point in denying it. She really didn’t understand how this had happened. 

“Oh, I guess” Kim paused, “I think I might have that. It kinda burns too. Like you said.” She replied sheepishly as she continued to tug on her fingertips. She shifted in her seat, suddenly wishing she could hide herself away. 

“How long has it been like this?” Rosemary questioned as she moved some of Kim’s hair from her face. 

“Maybe two days,” Kim said softly, “I think. I didn’t know what it was. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Rosemary said quickly, “We can go up right now and get some cream and stuff for it. Hopefully we can get a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

“I have to see a doctor?”

“Maybe for the thrush,” Rosemary nodded her head, “There may be something over the counter though. Come on.” 

“We’re going right now?”

“If you’d like it to stop hurting,” Rosemary nodded her head, “There’s some creams you can get.”

“How do you say that?”

“Miconazole,” Rosemary replied as she held onto it, “It’s a little tablet that you put into your vagina and it dissolves.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not that bad,” Rosemary reassured her, “It’s helped me before.”

“You’ve had a yeast infection?”

“They’re pretty normal,” Rosemary smiled at her, “I got mine after both of my labors. It was dreadful.”

“Oh,” Kim nodded her head softly, “Okay. Thank you for helping me.”

“Of course,” Rosemary smiled, “It could be the change in your diet too.” 

“Alcohol prevents yeast infections?”

“No,” Rosemary laughed, “It can actually be the opposite. Did Susan ever talk to you about this?”

“Not really,” Kim breathed out softly, “I didn’t know what my period was when I started it either. She worked a lot, I think it just slipped her mind.”

“I suppose it wasn’t only her fault,” Rosemary nodded her head, “Do you want anything to snack on before we leave?”

“Can I get candy?”

“Of course,” Rosemary smiled at her, “I think I’m going to get some chips. Maybe a soda. You want one?”

“A Coke would be nice.” 

“What are you doing?” Kim looked at Billy confused, flushing as she quickly shut the door behind her. Billy looked up at her dryly, his eyes filled with irritation as he held a damp rag over his crotch. She held onto her items awkwardly, wondering if this was a bad time. 

“My dick is on fire.” He grumbled, wincing as he shifted the rag around his dick again. She opened her mouth, then pressed her lips together as she quickly came to the realization that she’d spread her infection to him. 

“Oh,” Kim smiled sheepishly as she held the box up towards her face, “Will these help?” She stared at the words on the box, but didn’t bother to read them. She only hoped that it would cover up how hot her face currently felt. 

“Considering I don’t have a vagina,” Billy looked at her with raised eyebrows, “No.” He chuckled softly as he moved to the edge of his bed. She chewed on her bottom lip as she lowered the box, trying to think of the right way to apologize to him. She only hoped he didn’t think she was too gross. 

“I didn’t know I had one,” She responded slowly, “Or what a yeast infection really was.” She mumbled as she approached him. She shifted on her feet before she joined him on the edge of the bed. 

“S’fine,” Billy brushed her off as he draped the rag over himself, “I should’ve had you clean up better after the candy cane.” He sent her a sheepish grin this time before he moved his messy blonde curls from his face. She felt her jaw go slack, finally coming to the conclusion as she gently pushed at his shoulder. 

“So this is your fault?” She teased him, shaking her head in disbelief as a giggle fell free from her lips. She shook her head, sure that she would never let him put anything food wise near her vagina again. 

“Partially,” He grinned at her, “Looks like we’re suffering together.” He grumbled as he motioned down towards himself again. She rubbed at her jaw, sure that he wasn’t facing the full repercussions that she was. 

“It’s in my mouth too.” She replied softly before she held her tongue out. He winced as he looked at her mouth, then wrapped his free arm around her shoulders to give her a soft squeeze. 

“Oops,” He smirked as he kissed the side of her cheek, “Sorry, baby.” He mumbled softly as he brushed his cheek against hers gently. She lingered against his touch, enjoying the soft feel of his stubble against her skin. 

“You owe me.” She told him seriously as she rested her head against his. She enjoyed the feeling of his warmth pressing against her side, even though she felt like there was a fire beginning to grow between her legs again. 

“We better let the infection run its course first,” He grinned as he held onto her waist, “But of course.” He nudged his cheek against hers softly, giving her a reassuring touch. She shook her head, giving him an amused smile as she rested her forehead against his. 

She felt lucky that Sam was still allowing her to take a little bit of a break from school. He’d give her mini lessons, but it wasn’t anything as intense as usual. She liked learning, but she liked being able to spend time with Billy more. 

“Oh, Jesus,” Kim gaped as she glanced down at her legs, “That hurts.” She groaned as she rolled dramatically onto her side, resting on the couch as Billy sat on his knees next to her. He’d just been tickling her before she’d pushed him back, feeling a sharp pang spreading between her legs. 

“The medicine hurts?” He paused as he leaned over her, still looking a little mischievous as if he was trying to figure out if she was messing with him or not. He rubbed his hands across her sides softly, warming her skin once again. 

“It’s like-,” She paused, “Like there’s ants down there.” She thought for a moment, trying to think of the best way to describe it. He raised his eyebrows, his hands stalling from his previous movements. 

“Oh,” Billy glanced up at her in confusion, “Maybe I don’t want to know.” He said as he settled back on the couch, wrinkling his nose in amusement. She laughed as she nudged her foot against his side. 

“I mean,” She stopped again, “I’m trying to think of a way to compare it so you understand.” She said softly as she furrowed her eyebrows together, but was unable to come to a conclusion. 

“I don’t think I want to understand,” He laughed, “No more candy canes.” He promised her with a stern nod of his head. She grinned as she thought about it, glad that she would know better next time. 

“Why couldn’t this have happened with the honey?” She whined as she pushed at his side again, enjoying the laugh that left his lips. He caught her foot, squeezing her ankle softly in one hand as he watched her curiously. 

“I just got lucky I guess,” He grinned towards her, “Sorry, Red. We’ll heal soon enough.” He told her softly, although he didn’t seem to be suffering in the same way that she was. He brushed his fingers down across her foot, making her jolt and yell out as the sensation of being tickled spread through her. 

“This is gross.” She told him between giggles as she tried to wiggle her foot free from his grasp. She wrinkled her nose, doing her best to concentrate on shaking his grip off of her. He only smirked, dragging her closer as he gripped down on her thighs. 

“It happens to a ton of people,” He paused as he looked at her, “You know what a UTI is, right?” He teased her, smirking as he squeezed at her ticklish knees. She laughed hard, sitting up so quickly that she nearly bumped her head against his. She gripped at his thick fingers, trying to pry them off of her knees. 

“You’re very funny.” She said through her fits of laughter, still trying to pull his fingers off of her flesh. He only smiled, but did lightly let go of her knees. She watched him curiously, sure that this was some sort of test. 

“Just wanted to make sure,” He chuckled as he squeezed at her knee, making her giggle hard again, “Does your mouth feel better at least?” He asked, peeping at her lips curiously. She paused as she moved her sore tongue around in her mouth. 

“It hurts more than it does down there,” She admitted, “It’s really sore right now.” She told him seriously, seizing the opportunity to jump away from him at the sound of the phone ringing. She made her great escape, running towards the receiver as she listened to the sound of his footsteps not too far behind her.

“Hello?” She answered the phone, a smile still plastered to her lips as she looked at where Billy was now resting his elbows against the counter. He had a smirk on his face, looking like he was fully prepared to continue torturing her once she was done with the phone. 

“Is Billy Hargrove there?” The serious tone on the other end of the line made her smile stall. She snapped her eyes up towards him, parting her lips as she was unsure of what to say. His demeanor quickly changed, like he could read her expression as he quickly shook his head no. 

“Oh,” Kim paused as she held the phone to her ear, “No. You just missed him. Can I take a message?” She questioned as she furrowed her eyebrows together, unsure of what she was supposed to say. She felt awkward as she straightened her shoulders up. 

“Neil Hargrove wanted to speak to him,” The officer replied, making Kim quickly glance back towards Billy, “We have some information regarding him if you could tell Billy to give us a call back.” She tugged at her hair, watching the adamant look on Billy’s features. 

“Oh,” Kim said softly, “Is he okay?” She asked softly, feeling like she could at least give Billy some sort of answer. He walked closer and for a moment she thought he was curious as to what the answer was until he gripped the bottom of the phone, signaling for her to hang it up. 

“I can’t disclose that.” The officer spoke up briefly, sounding fairly stern on the matter. Billy tugged at the end of the phone, nearly slipping it from her grip as she did her best to quickly answer. 

“Right,” She nodded her head, “Um, I’ll have Billy give a call back then. Thank you.” She spoke a little louder, trying to make sure the officer heard her before Billy was quick to hang the phone up. 

They were quiet for just a moment. She watched as Billy stared at the phone, his hand still wrapped around it. She wondered if he regretted not answering, if he truly did want to know how Neil was doing.

“Hey,” She paused as she looked towards him, unsure of how to continue, “They wouldn’t tell me if he was okay or not.” She added softly, feeling bad as she took one of his hands in her own. She squeezed him softly, feeling worried that he might be feeling as if he’s to blame for everything. 

“I don’t want to talk to him,” Billy said simply, “They can stop calling.” He shrugged his shoulders, sounding like the conversation was over as he walked away. She quickly took large strides to keep up with him, following him outside. She shivered at the colder breeze, wishing she would’ve dressed a little warmer. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to know what happened?” She asked him curiously, trying to think of the best way to phrase her question. She could tell that this was bothering him more than he let on. 

“Do you?” He asked as he pulled a cigarette up to his lips, cocking his eyebrows before he quickly lit it. She watched as he took a deep inhale, noticing the way his hand was slightly trembling. 

“I wouldn’t want him to show up in a few years mad about it,” Kim admitted as she twisted her fingers together, “But it’s your decision. I’ll support you.” She told him seriously, feeling another chill rush through her as she took a step towards him. 

“I appreciate that,” He grinned as he pulled her against his side, “I don’t want to talk about him.” He mumbled as he took a deep exhale, turning his face so he could keep from blowing the smoke in her face.

She nodded her head in understanding as she rested against him, holding onto him softly as she drew soft shapes against his back. She couldn’t make him speak to Neil and she certainly didn’t think that he had to do it, she just wanted to make sure that he wasn’t trying to punish himself. She didn’t want him to feel as if this was all somehow his fault. It wasn’t. She didn’t speak it outloud, but she really did believe that Neil’s past was catching up with him. 

He nudged his face against hers gently as he held his cigarette down to his side. He nuzzled his nose against hers before he dipped down, trying to press his mouth against her own, Woah,” She covered his mouth with his hand to stall his kiss, “I don’t want to give you this yucky mouth stuff.” 

“I already have half of it.” He chuckled as he looked at her amused, his blue eyes calm despite the way his features were still so tightly wrinkled up. She rolled her eyes softly as she leaned against him, trying to hide herself away from the cold. 

“But the tongue part is the worst,” She admitted, knowing how sore her mouth felt right now, “You don’t want that.” She told him truthfully as he tugged her a little closer. She watched the way his lips parted as he brought the cigarette back into his mouth. He lingered there for just a moment before he took a long drag.

“Thank you,” He mumbled softly as he glanced towards her, “For being here for me. For understanding. I really appreciate it.” His eyes locked onto hers and she wondered if he could read the surprise on her features. She felt like he didn’t have to thank her for anything. It was the least she could do.

“Of course,” She replied softly as she clasped their free hands together, “I’ll always be here for you.” She reassured him, giving his fingers another soft squeeze as she let the sun simmer lightly against their skin. 

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“After I get the medicine,” Kim started slowly, “Can I get some more of the cream too?” She asked Rosemary the next day as they waited in the waiting room. She was nervous to meet this new doctor. She didn’t fear that he would necessarily be mean, but she just felt her stomach twist and turn in the same way it always did when she grew nervous. 

“Honey, I don’t think you need to use that much.” Rosemary looked at her confused, looking like she was a second away from explaining just how much Kim should be using.

“I’m not,” Kim squeaked out softly, “Um. Yeah I’m not.” She fumbled with her fingers, feeling embarrassed as she looked down at her lap. She waited for Rosemary to get mad, for her to get cold with Kim again.

“Oh,” Rosemary nodded her head in understanding, “That’s why I wanted you two to have separate rooms, but what do I know?” She teased, looking amused as she glanced towards Kim’s horrified features. 

“Oh,” Kim felt her face burn, her lips parting as she was unsure of what to say for a moment. She felt a bubble forming in her chest, like she may burst into nervous laughter, “I didn’t know it would happen, or - I’m sorry.” She said at last as she felt her neck beginning to prick in embarrassment. Rosemary laughed again as she gave Kim’s knee a soft squeeze.

“Don’t apologize to me,” She grinned before she leaned back in her seat, “I’m not the one that’s suffering. I don’t think Billy is either.” She shook her head, still looking amused as Kim did her best to melt deeper into her seat. 

She kicked her feet out, trying to do her best to remain comfortable as she waited for her turn to be called back into the office. Rosemary kept a small conversation, talking about little updates on the bakery when Kim felt her body stiffen at who came out of the doors. 

“Hey,” Dani narrowed her eyes as she approached, “What are you doing here?” She asked as she held her head high, bearing a smug look on her features. Kim glanced towards Rosemary before she tucked her hair behind her ears, then shrugged her shoulders as she did her best to remain stoic. 

“Me?” Kim gulped, “Nothing. Just hanging around. I really like the, uh, the atmosphere here.” She furrowed her eyebrows together at her words, mentally cursing herself at the way she slipped up. She closed her eyes for just a moment, wishing she could blame the thrush for the awkward way her tongue moved. 

“At the doctor’s office?” Dani raised her eyebrows in amusement, looking like she was seconds away from spitting out a laugh. Kim twisted her fingers together, suddenly more aware of how nervous she felt around her. 

“Very calming,” Kim nodded her head, wishing she could hide behind Rosemary’s smaller frame, “What are you doing here?” She asked, even though it was fairly obvious why she was here. Kim kept waiting for her to call out the obvious situation. 

“Is this one of your friends?” Rosemary asked softly, a soft smile lingering on her lips as she gave Kim a soft squeeze. She did her best to keep from shifting closer to her, reminding herself that she could deal with this on her own. 

“Um,” Kim paused, “I don’t-,” She began to speak, trying to beat around the bush so she didn’t embarrass herself any further. She was sure that Dani no longer thought of her as a friend. Not after she found out about Billy, which Kim didn’t think was her fault. She supposed that the bitter feelings could be from her smashing a glass bottle in Audrey’s face, but she had a hunch that it wasn’t. 

“I don’t think what Kim did was very friendly,” Dani smiled as she reached forward to squeeze at her bicep, “But maybe you’ll figure out that drinking issue.” She winked towards Kim, looking quite happy with the way she began to sink deeper into her chair.

“There is no problem,” Rosemary interjected quickly, “But I suggest you figure out who you should and shouldn’t run your mouth to. You wouldn’t want to say something to the wrong person.” She stated calmly, her eyes narrowed as she held eye contact with Dani. She slowly stood straighter, rolling her shoulders before she turned and left. 

“Thanks,” Kim squeaked underneath her breath, wishing she would’ve found the courage to say something in response, “She’s mad because she used to date Billy.” She replied a second later, glancing over towards Rosemary was watching intensely as the door shut behind Dani. 

“Goodness,” Rosemary mumbled as she shook her head, “He leaves quite the impression on them, doesn’t he?” She pushed her curly hair from her face, closing her eyes slowly like she wasn’t sure what to do with that information. 

“You have no idea,” Kim giggled, “He’s a heartthrob.” She told Rosemary truthfully, but then realized she may have been speaking in a more dreamy way. She rubbed at her arms, glad that she was at least able to say that Billy was hers. Nobody else could say that. 

It only took about ten more minutes for Kim to finally get called back. She ensured Rosemary that she was fine, that she could at least do this on her own. She stared at the scale when she stepped onto it, feeling a little bit relieved that she really hadn’t gained that much weight. 

“So,” Her doctor drew out slowly as he examined her mouth, “You certainly have thrush. The nurse said you were treating yourself for a yeast infection too.” He stated, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else than here. He was a lot older than her previous doctor. 

“Um, yeah,” Kim mumbled as she tugged on her hair, “That’s correct.” She nodded her head, fearing that they all knew how the infection had so easily spread through her. She was still a little humiliated over all of it.

“How did that come about?” He raised an eyebrow, speaking dryly as he held his pen towards his paper. She knew she was supposed to tell the truth, but she just didn’t feel comfortable enough to do that with him. 

“Unsure,” She squeaked out as her face slowly burst into flames, “I don’t know-, I really like the decorations here.” She spit out instead, glancing around at the flowery wallpaper. She tried to edge the conversation into anything else, wanting to soothe at least a little part of her soul. 

“Uh huh,” He nodded as he twisted the pen back and forth between his fingertips, “Is the over the counter medicine working?” He questioned her, making her nod her head quickly. She was having a hard time looking him in the eye for some odd reason. 

“I believe so,” She mumbled as she lightly kicked her feet back and forth, “It feels better I mean.” She replied quickly, trying to make sure her statement made sense. She wasn’t sure if he wanted her to go into full details, to explain just how the medicine had slowly begun to make her feel better. 

“If you’ll just lay back.” He responded as he stood up, turning so he could wash his hands. She watched curiously as he dried them with some of the paper towels before he put on a pair of gloves. 

“What for?” She raised her eyebrows, fearing that she’d have to be exposed to him. She didn’t feel comfortable enough to do so. Not right now anyways. 

“Just a routine pelvic exam,” He explained as he walked towards her again, like he was expecting her to already be laid down, “I’ll do a few quick swabs to test what the fungus is.” Kim stayed frozen to the side of the chair, her fingertips digging into her thighs as she suddenly thought about Logan. She didn’t trust this doctor, not yet. 

“I’d rather not.” She finally spoke for herself, her features knitting up together as she worried about offending him. She didn’t necessarily want to explain her situation, but she could if he needed her to. 

“You don’t want me to do the tests?” He paused in front of her, already sitting down on his chair as he began to tear his gloves off. 

“I think-,” She gulped harshly, suddenly wishing she’d brought Rosemary in with her, “Can anyone else um do it?” She played with her fingertips, hoping that her words weren’t mean. She really didn’t want to come across as rude. 

“Not today,” He replied as he swiveled in his chair, “Are you refusing to get it done?” He asked but he was already writing down on his paper. She frowned as she thought about his words, not liking how he described it. She didn’t think she was refusing anything, she just didn’t want anyone poking around down there. 

“Can I come back and do it?” She asked softly, “Not today.” She said a second later, thinking that they could come to some sort of deal. She hoped that there was a female doctor here. She’d feel more comfortable with one. 

“Not today,” He agreed with a nod of his head as he wrote something down, “Come back if the symptoms get worse.” He said at last, standing up and washing his hands again. She furrowed her eyebrows together, still wondering if she had done something wrong. 

“Thank you,” She whispered softly, “Is that all?” She asked softly as she slid off of the seat, feeling glad that she had decided to wear a pair of jeans today. She rubbed her palms across the top of the material, sighing softly. 

“The medication for your thrush should be ready in about thirty minutes,” He responded as he picked up his clipboard, “The exit is out this way.” He jerked towards that direction briefly before he was off, paying her no more attention. 

She was slightly stalled in his response, but figured that it was better than him getting upset with her. She shrugged her shoulders softly as she went down the narrow and tricky hallways, twisting and turning until she finally found the exit. 

“How was that?” Rosemary was on her feet quickly as she joined her, linking their arms together as she guided her out of the room. Kim thought about it for a moment, beginning to wonder if she had grown defensive for nothing. 

“He said the medicine should be ready soon,” She replied gently, “I couldn’t do the pelvic exam.” She breathed out softly, wondering if it was something she should be ashamed over. Rosemary looked up towards her, warmth seeping into the blue of her eyes. 

“Those are scary,” Rosemary nodded as she squeezed her arm softly, “Much more comfortable if you have a female doctor.” She said softly, looking thoughtful like she was going to do her best to figure out how to find her a new doctor. 

“I had one in Hawkins.” She mused softly as she walked with Rosemary towards the car. She was sure that had been the only female doctor there, however. 

“Oh yeah?” Rosemary smiled at her, looking genuinely interested as they waited for a car to come to a stop before they began to walk across the street. It was warmer than it was the day before. Kim wondered if it stayed this nice if they’d be able to swim in the ocean still. 

“Steve’s mom,” Kim giggled softly as she thought about the distant memory, “She saw me naked before. She was my gynecologist.” She explained as she squinted her eyes, doing her best to keep the sun from blinding her.

“I see,” Rosemary laughed, “Certainly sounds like it would be an awkward dinner.” She teased softly, speaking exactly what Kim was thinking. She wondered suddenly if Rosemary would’ve liked having daughters, or if she preferred just having her two boys. She thought that Rosemary would be good at having a big family. 

“I guess so,” Kim agreed as they walked back to Rosemary’s vehicle, “Do you miss your sister?” She asked softly, wondering how she was able to go so long without seeing her. She never wanted that to be her future for her and Max. 

“Everyday,” Rosemary smiled softly as she buckled herself in, “She’s just not what she used to be.” She said softly, looking deep in thought for a moment. Kim paused as she chewed on her bottom lip, trying to think of the best way to approach the subject. 

“Maybe she’s changed since then.” Kim suggested softly, still believing that everyone had a chance to get better once again. She hoped it would be true for Rosemary’s sake. Maybe one day they could bond once again. 

“Maybe,” Rosemary agreed, “I think about that a lot. I just don’t think I’m ready yet.” She nodded her head thoughtfully, although she looked like she regretted her words. Kim knew it must be hard to say, but she understood it. 

“I hope you find a time where you are,” Kim said softly, “I miss Max a lot.” She mused softly, hoping that Max might still change her mind. From the way Max spoke, it sounded like it was the right decision for her. She seemed a lot happier, despite people teasing her about her siblings dating. 

“So does your dad,” Rosemary nodded, “I wish things were different.” She smiled as she leaned over to give Kim a soft hug. She held onto her softly, suddenly thinking about how badly she missed Susan despite everything that had happened. She needed to call her soon. 

“I do too,” Kim nodded along softly, “Things could still change.” She told her they pulled away, hoping that she could reassure Rosemary. She wondered if Rosemary only thought of her as immature, like she couldn’t fully grasp the situation. 

“I hope so.” Rosemary sighed softly, but didn’t look upset by the smile that formed on her lips. Kim truly hoped that her and Billy got the relationship they deserved. She felt bad for their lost time, as she now knew that Rosemary could’ve given him the life he deserved. 

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“Are you okay?” Kim asked as she looked at the way Billy had himself positioned on the bed. She held onto Pearl as she walked inside of his room, noticing how the curtains were pulled shut. She felt slightly anxious, worried that he might be having another episode. 

“No,” He grumbled as he spared her a glance, “My fucking dick burns.” He groaned, pulling back the sheets to show that he had wrapped himself in more washcloths. If she didn’t feel so bad, she thought that it might be sort of funny. 

“I got more cream,” She offered with a soft smile, “I’m really sorry.” She told him as she joined him on the side of the bed. Pearl purred before she hopped out of Kim’s arms, then made her way towards Billy’s head. She curled up on his pillow, wiggling her body as close to his head as she could manage. 

“Why are you apologizing?” He looked at her in confusion, “It’s just a little infection.” He brushed it off like it was nothing, but she was still a little embarrassed over the whole ordeal. She chewed on her bottom lip before she thought up an answer. 

“It’s gross.” She said at last, moving her fingers to brush over his thin sheets. He looked at her curiously for a moment before he spoke again. 

“You’re a dirty girl,” Billy shrugged his shoulders, “I already knew that.” He raised his eyebrows in amusement as he laughed softly, looking amused by her reaction. 

“You’re the worst.” She groaned as she shoved at his shoulder, smiling at the way Pearl dipped further against him. He sighed for a moment, looking irritated as she took a moment to get comfortable on his chest. Kim reached forward and played with her fluffy tail for a moment. 

“Oh, am I?” He grinned as he rubbed at Pearl’s ears, “Does your tongue feel better yet?” He asked curiously, shifting a little bit like he was going to sit up. She moved towards him, not wanting him to get out of his comfortable position. 

“Not yet,” She admitted, “My doctor wanted to do a pelvic exam but it didn’t feel right.” She admitted softly, hoping that he might reassure her nerves. She still felt bad, like she was doing something wrong. She wondered if it was that important to get. Perhaps something was wrong. 

“That makes sense,” He nodded his head softly in agreement, “You have the right to refuse.” He told her gently as he took a hold of her hand. She felt her lips twitch as he began to brush his thumb across her hand. 

“Refuse makes it sound bad,” She replied gently, “Like, I don’t know. It makes me feel guilty.” She told him truthfully, wondering if her words sounded silly or not. She didn’t quite understand why she really felt that way herself. 

“Don’t feel guilty,” He told her sternly as he leaned over and kissed her knuckles, “It obviously wasn’t that important.” He brushed off her worries, making her nod her head as she felt a little better with his statement. She trusted him. 

“Billy?” She questioned him softly, watching the way he continued to pepper soft kisses against her skin. She smiled at the sensation, enamored with him completely. 

“Hm?” He questioned as he looked up at her, his blue eyes shining brightly like her favorite constellations. She wondered if she’d ever memorize the different shades of blue. 

“I hate being this itchy,” She started to tell him, giggling at the way he dramatically sighed, “It’s the worst feeling.” She wrinkled her nose up, liking the lighthearted conversation that filled the room. 

“It does suck pretty bad,” He agreed, “But it’ll go away.” He reassured her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before the door behind them was pressed open. Kim jumped, startled at the sudden intrusion. 

“Hey,” Sam peeped his head in as he spoke, “You owe me a math lesson.” He pointed towards her, giving her a playful look as he waited for her to move. 

“I’m coming,” Kim squeaked out as she quickly loosened herself from Billy’s girl, “Right now.” She added a second later, noticing how Sam was still lingering in the door. Billy groaned as he pushed his hair from his face. 

“Get a move on then,” He teased as he took a step back, “No need to spread yeast anywhere else.” He wiggled his eyebrows between the both of them, looking quite proud of himself as he slowly backed up into the hallway. 

“Dad!” She protested, her face burning as she quickly placed her palms over her face in horror. She shook her head, in total dismay over him finding out. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Sam held his hands up innocently as he laughed, “I also didn’t need to know that, but it was shared against my will.” He replied as he walked away from them, but kept the door open. Kim groaned, really wishing they had just found their own apartment.

“I see where you get the no knocking thing from,” Billy observed as he gave her a dry laugh, “He’s lucky I covered back up.” He mumbled a second later, making Kim laugh as she thought about how Sam might react. She squeezed at Billy’s hand, thinking about how glad she’d be when she could kiss him again. 

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🔞 [THE KISS] 🔞 - How They React to a Vampire!Player's Bite ft. The Main 4

I'm so glad to finally be posting this, sorry for the long the wait. 😅 You guys know the deal, minors do not interact in any way, heed the tags and TWs. Other than this, enjoy! <3

(TW: !Minors Do Not Interact!, Extremely Suggestive Content, Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Biting, Descriptions of Blood, Reader is a sadist again lol) [Part 1 - WORLD WITHOUT LOGOS] ←

As it turns out, your vessels were more than happy to accommodate you in every way possible, and this includes your dependence on vitae - blood.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't expect a positive, if not outright excited reaction to the idea of you feeding on them. (After spending so much time around them, their amusing amount of possessiveness over you wasn't something you could ignore.) However, their complete lack of regard for their own safety was still something you found concerning. Especially when you let them know that you took more than just blood from your vessels.

You let them in on this when you were trying to warn them: “Well, besides the fact that you might die, another effect of a mortal getting fed on by a Vampire is that said Vampire can get your soul, or part of it,” you had said flatly. A look at their stunned and weirdly awe-filled expressions was enough to prompt you to continue before they asked any questions.

"Most kindred don’t have the ability to do that, but I do. It’s one of the things that makes me so powerful if I go overboard with the feeding. If I drain you dry, your entire soul is mine, period. I already know you’re going to ask, but even if I don’t kill you by feeding, and the loss of that part of your soul won’t have much of an effect if any, it’s still important. If I get your blood in my mouth and I swallow it, a part of who you are will belong entirely to me. Forever."

You thought that would be a deal breaker for them. Surely giving up something so important to a monster like yourself wouldn't be desirable in any way, right? Wrong. Which you admit you honestly should've expected.

On the contrary, the thought of you legitimately owning part of their souls was actually exciting to them. Even the more level-headed grunts of your troupe couldn’t help the flush that overtook their faces as they silently mused on how wonderful it’d be to have such a thing happen; to be yours in the most literal sense possible and have the essence of their existence belong to you (as it should). They even thought it sounded romantic, really. Your fated partner having a part of your very being integrated into theirs, so that you’ll never truly be away from them (even in death).

Your vessels were touched by how much you cared about their safety, but that didn’t stop how tantalizing being bitten by you appeared to be. They want you to own them. So no, of course they wouldn’t dare let anyone else have the privilege of receiving “The Kiss” from you (as your kind called it). And you weren't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth (blood from the willing always tasted far better anyway), so you accepted their little proposal, to their absolute delight.

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Hank has zero hesitancy whatsoever in regard to you biting him, having wanted to bear your mark from the moment you first met. In his eyes, your relationship was one of ownership already; he was your vessel and you were his Player. (The only one he’d allow to control his every movement without question, the individual who he respected and loved enough to give himself to completely.) Being bitten by you would serve to make your claim on him open and obvious, so the fact that you would be bound together through his soul afterward was just a bonus if anything.

Perhaps this is what makes him so incredibly impatient whenever it’s his turn to receive The Kiss from you. His trembling and rushed movements are symptoms of the excitement he feels at getting closer to being marked by you. You can feel it especially well when he's yanked you into his lap, pressing you so tightly together that you have to bend backward to look him in the face. He beats you to it when you try to undo his coat and bandages, nearly ripping the offending cloth away before leaning into your shorter form. (You give him a look when he turns his head to bare his neck to you. It hasn't even been five minutes since you started.) Honestly, it seems like Hank is on the verge of somehow forcing your teeth into his neck himself most of the time.

Biting Hank also comes with an additional stipulation. With most of your vessels, you do a quick bite - one that you can cover up and heal quickly. Thing is, Hank doesn't want you to pierce him with just your canines. Instead, he prefers for all of your teeth to penetrate his skin; the full mark of your bite left indented in his flesh is what he truly needs. You’re fine with it, of course, even if it’s a bit unorthodox for vessels you actually mean to keep alive.

Hank is surprisingly noisy when you feed on him. His breaths grow more and more labored when your maw's sharpened razors begin to stab into him, sinking into his skin easily as you squeeze your jaws down and sending an odd jolt of heat to his lower body. Another harsh nudge of your teeth further into his neck is met with a low groan from him, the noise muffled from behind his mask.

(He's never felt anything like it. The sharp sting blooms into an intoxicating mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure, only made better by the way he can feel your lips pulling into a smile when he pants.

The haze from your bite clouds his mind until he’s lost in the euphoric feeling of you finally showing him everything you try to hide: The animalistic nature of your hunger that he only sees in fights, the cruel, amused laughs you make when another moan or whine leaves his mouth, and how you nip playfully, painfully, at his bite to elicit more noises from him. It’s overwhelming in the best of ways…but it’s still never enough.)

The slow draw of his blood from you sucking at his wounds makes him want more of something, igniting an urge for him to completely surrender everything to you. It's something you realize early on, with how you're able to read your vessel's minds like this.

He tries to satiate that incessant need by leaning further into your form to try and catch your fangs deeper into his skin, attempting to silently persuade you into making this even bloodier than it began. Perhaps even trying to force you further into his lap, caging you tighter to him in the hopes that the closeness of you pressed against every part of him would somehow stop that hunger for more of whatever you can give him. It doesn't work, though, and you can tell from the way his hips shift underneath you, and the tightening grip that threatens to force the tips of his claws into you that he's getting frustrated with it. (He can’t even explain why he feels so discontent; this is what he wanted, but it still aches. He has to have more, he needs it-)

However amusing (or perhaps even cute) you find his uncharacteristically desperate movements and noises to be, you acknowledge that you probably should give him some small kindness to alleviate that pull you know he’s feeling. Considering how you can't drain him dry, your chosen remedy is simple. Bite him again. The sudden burst of pain is enough to pull a choked moan from him, his purrs rumbling even louder as you tear another deep mark into his flesh. And then you do it again. And again.

You aren't really sure why it works, but you can tell from how the tension in him seems to be winding tight and how his body is starting to tremble that it’s at least a suitable distraction. This, and the fact that the only thing you can read from his mind is a hazy sense of happiness and adoration (odd, considering what you were. If you happened to be more careful in pulling your teeth from him after that, and soothing the wounds with your tongue, then it was purely coincidental.)

Of course, it’s not like Hank always stands perfectly still when you do this. He’s obedient to a fault, especially to you, but you honestly can’t expect him to just sit there and take it when you’re moving around in his lap and marking him repeatedly like that. So when you inevitably end up pinned somewhere with Hank’s panting form looming above you, blood dripping down onto you from the collar of bites you've left on him, you suppose you only have yourself to blame. Tempting the beast, and all that.

Either way, you've probably been full for a few minutes and the extra bites are always more for his benefit than anything. It won’t fully sate that deep-seated need he has for more from you. Nothing will, until you do more to claim him as your kind would.

But watching him almost frantically pull his mask down before slamming his mouth against yours in a bloody kiss, and feeling the way his weight rests on you heavily to seek out more contact tells you that this has been at least somewhat satisfying for him. Although, you'd be a fool to assume he'd calm down quickly from this high you've given him and let you go just because you think you're finished. (If he croaks from blood loss, he figures Doc can just bring him back again. Right?)

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned tries to approach you biting him in a clinical, professional manner, he really does. He insists on doing it in a sterile environment, even taking a shower beforehand so he’s completely clean for you. He sits at his desk and has his tablet in front of him in case he needs to record information on anything odd he’s feeling. He wants to treat these occasions as research in addition to something just to feed you. However, he never actually fulfills that objective, no matter how many times you do this.

Doc tries to ask you questions about the process while you stand over him, lifting his jaw and tilting his head to the side to get a better view of his neck. You find it really funny since it’s obvious he’s trying to get himself together. The cracks in his composure start to show when you bring your face closer to his, and he stumbles over a few words. That’s nothing compared to how he gets when you respond to his inquiries, though, lips and the edge of a sharp canine ghosting over his skin.

(“We’re lucky I’m not from one of the more…picky clans. Some of us can only drink from really specific types of humans, and I’d probably starve if I was restricted by that,” you muse quietly, paying no mind to how your lips press slightly to his throat on some of your words. What you do notice is how 2B’s breath hitches from it. You tilt your head and breathe out a silent chuckle. You can’t even tell if he got anything you just said. “What, no questions?” He flinches a bit. So he wasn't focusing on what you were saying. How interesting.)

His hold on his composure only slips further once you bite him. The press of your teeth is met with a sharp inhale, and he tenses up when they pierce his skin. You won’t hear any obvious noises from him, at least nothing he doesn’t attempt to muffle. With your hearing though, it isn’t difficult to pinpoint the little gasps he tries to hide when you nudge your sharp fangs a little deeper into his flesh, nor is it hard to tell that he's fighting to keep his breath stable.

He’ll try to continue asking questions, only to fade off in the middle of them, completely losing his train of thought as you drink from him. In Doc's defense, having you so close and sucking at his neck is enough to stop him from thinking; his head feels fuzzy, and he isn’t sure if that distinct warmth he feels building in him is from your vampirism or your traits as the Player. He can admit to himself that it feels...good. Too good, actually. It's enough to make him achingly self-aware of his own reactions, and to compel him to at least try not to act so “out of line” with you there.

(You're someone he considers a sort of superior; your status as his Player demands the utmost respect; even if you're biting his neck and draining his blood, he has to keep some level of decorum with regard to that. It's difficult, with how a large part of him wants to just give in to the feeling of you, but he tries to manage it.)

Sometimes you might try to get him to let go of this facade he's so desperate to hold onto. (You don't want him worrying about something like this since it really doesn't matter to you, and the experience would be so much better for him if he just relaxed for a change.) This could mean letting your tongue linger for a bit longer as you lick up his blood, or nibbling at the edges of the wound harshly so the bruise of it'll stay for a while longer.

Does it work 100% of the time? No. But it's a convenient challenge to focus on when you're ensuring your focus doesn't fall entirely into draining him. Though if you want a guaranteed way to break Doc, you found that outright telling him how good you think he tastes works exceedingly well. It's enough to make him choke back a small moan, so you consider it a success. The blush you see sweeping across his skin, even visible on his jaw and neck, makes it even better.

2BDamned knows that you do this just to make his attempt at a professional demeanor slip. It's obvious from how he can feel you grin once you manage to get something substantial out of him, which causes his face to burn hotter. He doesn't know what to do with the knowledge that you seem genuinely pleased when this happens, and embarrassingly enough, he can even feel himself beginning to purr when it does. He stiffens when he feels the rumbles starting to build up; it's like that animalistic part of him is satisfied by how happy you are when his instincts begin to break through. (They are an important part of him, even if he keeps it hidden most of the time.)

2B also tends to go far longer than the others do with letting you feed. He’ll allow you to drink from him for a concerning amount of time before doing anything to try and alert you, whether it be outright telling you that he can’t go on further or tapping you to signal that something’s changed in his condition. Even if he's starting to feel exhausted, he doesn't feel the need to stop you. Not with his claws digging painfully into the palms of his hands as he fights the urge to make more noises (he'd die of mortification if he lets another loud whine slip from him again). Not even when he shifts back into his seat to stop from squirming too much at the euphoric feeling of you draining him. The motivation just isn't there.

He'd never openly admit it, but he feels far too good to. (And it's not like he can think of a pragmatic way to do it with his head so foggy.) It's probably because of your abilities, but he also concludes it's also connected to how he's essentially being marked by you. Claimed as yours in the way that grunts have always staked such importance on. He likes it, to put it simply. It's fulfilling, and he relishes in the event as much as he can. Of course, you receiving part of his soul along with his blood was not something he initially expected, but with Nevada's poor excuse of an afterlife, he thinks it's the best option. He wants to give all that he was to you, and you spending so much time marking him worked perfectly with that. Even if it makes him weak, why would he ask you to quit when the positives so obviously outweighed the negatives?

This means it typically falls on you to stop this, which you do with little fanfare. You may or may not press a little kiss on his jaw to soothe him after working over the wound with your tongue (just so it heals up all nicely, an effect of your saliva), earning another pleased sigh from him, but you hold off on a lot of what you could do. You figure with how Doc is, the nicest thing is to let him try to regain his composure. Even if it takes a lot, with how boneless he looks under you and how red he is, even with all that blood loss. You can tell his heart is beating unnaturally fast, but you're blind to how he's looking at you in an almost lovesick daze. You smile at him and he shifts in his seat. You still have his blood on your lips.

At this moment, he usually wonders if it's disappointment he feels at you not continuing and doing more with him. It only takes receiving your Kiss a few times to realize that this is entirely correct, and a couple more for him to start formulating ways to get you to stay.

- [SANFORD] -

For someone who faces the chance of getting grievously injured nearly every day, Sanford is surprisingly nervous leading up to your bite. He doesn’t talk that much or shift around a lot, instead just fidgeting a little with his hands and stiffening up when you come closer. It’s almost like he’s trying to mentally prepare himself for it, which you can understand. Being bitten by you is incredibly overwhelming, even for other vampires.

You’re more gentle with Sanford from the get-go since you don’t want to take him off guard too much or make him uncomfortable. The added gentleness is obvious from how you softly rest your hands on him and slowly work him through some of the steps you’re doing, even outright telling him when you're about to bite him. You're careful in a way you rarely show to others, and it makes his heart start to beat faster before your lips even touch him.

Sanford is incredibly restrained whenever you officially start one of these encounters. The nervousness shows, but he tries to steel his facial expression to keep it down, biting back a noise when you finally cut into him with your teeth. He can feel your hands moving, fingers tracing comforting circles as you tighten your jaws to pull blood from him, and he shifts slightly, turning his head to both bare his neck more to you and hide his flustered expression. You haven’t even really begun draining him, but he’s already getting overwhelmed. 

(A reaction he blames on how grunts are. It’s only natural to get flustered if someone you like romantically incidentally claims you with a piercing bite, especially when it’s in such a visible spot. He knows you're aware of this too, which only makes the reaction worse. Is it really so outlandish to assume that you welcome this idea of officially staking a claim on him, since you showed zero hesitance to continue after being informed? He hopes not.)

The grunts have always felt very warm to you due to your vampirism, but you’re a little shocked by just how hot he feels. If it were Deimos, you could blame it on pyrokinesis, but with Sanford it's more worrying. You were relieved to find that it was simply his blush that made him like this. It seems this flusters him more than you initially thought it would. (How odd it is, that he’s able to get so red when you’ve started draining him of his blood.)

To your joy, you can actually feel him relax into your grip when you gingerly remove your teeth, even if he tenses up the slightest bit when you run your tongue over the opening you made, testing to see if the bite was deep enough. Honestly, Sanford thought it’d be painful at first, maybe with some numbness mixed in. But when your lips seal onto his neck and you suck at his split skin, he realized that it’s the exact opposite. The feeling of your mouth on him, pressing roughly onto his flesh as you tongue at the cuts where his life essence spills from is one that makes heat curl in his gut.

Despite how hard Sanford tries to remain quiet, not wanting to be inappropriate when you’re only doing this for food, he can’t stop noises that leave his throat; little cut-off moans and deeper groans, even a few breathy whines and gasps. He's purring too of course, the rumbling echoes in your ears while you busy yourself with pulling blood from his body.

It's shameful for him since he worries he's putting you off by acting this way, but he just can't stop it. It feels so good, to have you leaving a mark on his flesh and pressed so close to him. The painful sting of the wound only elevates the sensation, and the tension in him winds tighter every time your sharp teeth graze him. He has to do something with this weird longing he feels, whether it be making noises or subconsciously reaching up to rest his hands on you to ground himself. You let him pull you closer with no complaint.

You really don't care about how he acts, of course; it's a completely natural reaction to what you're doing. The biggest reaction you'll give is a chuckle when he gives a particularly loud moan, or a small exhale in amusement when you notice how his hips jolt when your thighs brush his. Seems noises aren't all you can get from him if the way he seems to seek contact with all of you is any sign.

Shame can wait until after you're finished, when the high of having you biting him and sucking his blood has faded away. At the moment, he's too lost to the heat from your actions and the hazy, painful pleasure of your Kiss. It's paired with an odd duality from you; the gentleness you show in all aspects except for the way you nip at his skin and suck harshly, as though you want the "hickey" you leave to last for days afterward. He can't tell if he feels lightheaded from blood loss or just being overwhelmed by your actions, but either way, he wants more.

(Or perhaps he just wants you to desire more from him. He knows you already get a part of his soul from this, but he still aches for you to take him completely. He knows that it's probably an irrational thought, since this is probably just a side effect of losing a part of himself, but the overwhelming need is still there.)

However, Sanford at least has the sense to stop instead of insisting you go on. You don't often push him too far, but if he ever feels like he's starting to get too weak, he'll tell you as best he can manage. (Or maybe just nudge you pointedly if he can’t muster the words, which happens.) You're quick to pull away as soon as you notice, taking a quick glance over him to check for any serious signs of blood loss. It’s nothing too bad but you still agree that you should stop, so you give him a soft look before slowly returning to the wound to close it. He shudders when he feels your cold tongue swiping over him, and you pause for a moment to make sure he’s alright before continuing. You’re honestly really sweet to him when you end your “sessions”; you even whisper a small thank you to him after you’re completely finished, sometimes accompanying it with a soft peck to his cheek.

Sanford questions if he’s more embarrassed by his reaction to your bite, or at how something so simple and innocent almost makes him just as flustered. In any case, it’ll provide him enough motivation to ask you to stay, at least for a little while. He’d like the company while he recovers, he reasons, and you accept the proposal every time. It’s a good way to monitor him (plus it’s just nice to cuddle into Sanford's side while he rests, not gonna lie). If Sanford happens to play up his condition a little more to get you to remain with him for another hour or five, then the others will just have to put up with it. (Forever would be better, he'd muse to himself as he tightens his arms around you...Maybe becoming a Vampire wasn't such a bad idea after all.)

- [DEIMOS] -

If there’s one word you would use to describe how Deimos acts when you bite him, it’s restless. His clawed fingers tap repeatedly on your waist and thigh as you loom over him, and he squirms with anticipation when you bring your face closer to his skin and your hands move up to pull his coat off his shoulders. No matter how you try to ease him into it, whether by doing it when you’re already cuddling him or during your other more comfortably intimate moments, he just doesn’t stop fidgeting.

(If you were someone with less experience (or maybe if Deimos had been anyone else), you might’ve been annoyed. But you were in no rush, and truthfully, you found it to be a little endearing.)

This doesn’t stop when you actually bite him, either. He might pause and hold his breath when your lips brush his skin, swallowing roughly when you stop over a spot you like, but this halts the moment your teeth actually pierce him. A loud cry will leave his lips before teetering off into an airy whine, his legs knocking into yours as his hips jolt under yours, forcing you to rebalance yourself as you instinctually clamp your jaws down a bit tighter. Something you’d do as a warning for your more expendable sources of blood, but the pain just forces another raspy moan from him.

Deimos is one of the quickest to fully lose himself to the sensations of you biting him, his mind going fuzzy and thoughts spiraling until the only thing that’s tethering him to the moment is you. Maybe it’s something about you being a vampire, or that it’s you who’s doing it to him, but the only thing he can focus on is your lips pressing roughly to his skin as you suck his blood into your mouth, your hands cradling him so carefully, and the weight of you over his body.

Deimos is probably one of the most vocal vessels you’ve had the pleasure of drinking from as well. His whines, raspy moans, and ardent praises fill your ears when you suck at his wounds, lapping his life essence up with restrained delight. During those few seconds where you have to pull your lips away to reorient yourself (mainly to stop from getting too into it and draining him dry), he whimpers little pleas for you to come back.

(“Fuck-wait, nonono, don’t stop, please.” He begs, trying to hold you tighter when he feels you wrench your mouth away from him with a wet squelch. No, you can’t leave him like this, you wouldn’t- You just laugh and hold him tighter, pressing a few bloody kisses to his jaw in a move that makes him blush a deeper shade of red, if that’s even possible.)

If it weren’t for the fact that everybody knows what you’re doing, you might’ve considered using your abilities to stop him from being so loud. You happen to find it extremely amusing (and perhaps a little cute) though, and the self-satisfaction of reducing him to such a messy state is enough to stop you from even dwelling on the idea. Come to think of it, messy really is the perfect adjective to describe the state you reduce him to when you drink.

Especially with how his noises rise slightly in pitch with each rough suck to his wound and his clawed fingertips scratch at your skin, hips bucking up while he squirms underneath your form like he’s trying to seek out friction from you. The only intelligible words from him are little praises, curses, and begs, intermittent with panting, moans, and raspy purrs. It’s so funny, just how little inhibition he has with acting this way around you. Not that you blame him that much; it’s normal, and he just can’t help himself.

(This won’t stop him from being mortified by his behavior afterward. Even if you’re okay with it, since it’s pretty natural for those you feed on, you still shouldn’t be seeing him like this when the situation shouldn’t call for it. It just isn’t proper. Then again…what if you like it?)

Sometimes, if you’re feeling particularly generous, you’ll brace a hand on his chin, tilting his head down as you remove your bloodied mouth from his neck and allowing him to regain at least some of his composure. It doesn’t work a good majority of the time, since he typically just whines out a complaint and arches his back as a way to try and return that closeness you had before. You still ask questions about how he is to try and bring him back to the moment (“Dei, you feeling alright? Lightheaded? Dizzy?”), because you're responsible enough to make sure he isn’t too out of it. A sly grin spreads across your face when you lean closer and delicately wipe the drool from his lips with your thumb, gauging his facial expression as you wait for some semblance of a response. (Again, very messy.)

Occasionally you don’t get one though, because even if he’s suffering from the effects of blood loss, most of the time he won’t even acknowledge it. This is partly due to how your abilities work to dampen that realization (something you try to lessen by stopping for those few minutes), but more importantly because he just really wants your mouth back on him. Even if he’s starting to feel a slight weakness creeping up on him and his pulse is rising dangerously high, the sensation of your lips on his jugular and your tongue lapping at his wounds fills him with an odd, stirring warmth that’s just too good.

You’d say that Deimos is lucky you have a lot of self-control for a vampire, otherwise you think you'd completely devour him. His blood is almost addictive; thicker than the others is due to the nicotine he consumes, and almost sticky. It’s like syrup to you. The reactions you get out of him just make the idea more tempting, especially since you can tell that he seems to desperately need more contact with you, to press together and have you swallow him whole so you'll never be apart. But you can't do that.

By the time you’re finished with him, he looks utterly debauched. Purring and in a strange trance as he looks at your blood-coated lips, another desperate noise leaving him when you lean back further. It'll take him a while to recuperate and get back to "normal" after this, so you keep an eye on him for the time being. It's not like it's difficult to justify when he hasn't actually let you go yet.

A small thought comes to Deimos' mind when you start to clean him up, gently swiping the residual blood away from his skin with your tongue, your saliva working quickly to heal up his wounds. Maybe he can get you to leave the bite next time? Or better yet, make it permanent?

#minors dni #tw: suggestive #tw: yandere #tw: biting #You (trying to convince them that biting them is a bad idea): I will own part of your soul if I drink your blood. #Them: You prommy? 🥺 #vampire!reader #self aware m:pn au #my writing #minors do not interact #samau #player!reader #yandere hank j. wimbleton #hank j. wimbleton x reader #yandere deimos #deimos x reader #yandere sanford #sanford x reader #yandere 2bdamned #2bdamned x reader #yandere madcom #yandere madness combat #smut warning

[lightsoutf1writing]

Hi! May I request one with Lewis where you’ve been married for three years but no one knows, just his team and his closest friends so everyone thinks you’re part of the Wolff family… and after a while trying you’re pregnant and try to keep it secret but him being more protective to you during races and with all your symptoms the team realises and explode in joy so the media connected points and you became the most followed couple… sorry my English 🫶🏽💕

OMG, DARLING, YES!!!! I LOVE THIS.

His Little Secret

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Warnings: Mentions of intercourse, pregnancy, and its symptoms

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You and Lewis have been married for three years. He was always the perfect man. He would always check up on you, give you cuddles and kisses during your period, make you food if you were in pain, and just always cheer you up. You tried your best to be a good wife. You were always loyal, sided with him even if he was wrong, but talked to him about why he was wrong, supported him through everything, but there was one thing you didn't like. You were his little secret. Only his closest friends knew and his side of the family. No one else. Yeah, sure, it hurt. But you knew that some might go crazy if they knew. ESPECIALLY TOTO, so he just never told anyone in his workplace.

On the night of your 3 year anniversary, you guys had crazy sex, and a week or 2 later, you didn't have your period. It was supposed to come the day after you guys had sex, but you were now officially 2 weeks late. You decided to go to your local drugstore in Monaco and get 3 ClearBlue pregnancy tests. You bought them, went home, and used them. Once you were just sitting there, waiting, that's when the anxiety hit you. If you really were pregnant, how would you play it off to Lewis like you weren't? What if he didn't want a baby with you yet... Or ever?

It had been 5 minutes. You reluctantly look over to the three tests. Positive, Positive, and Positive. Your heart was feeling 2 things at once. Excitement, and fear. You were excited because you were pregnant with Lewis' child, but scared because of how this would play out. Soon, you threw out the pregnancy tests and the boxes. You covered up the evidence with paper towlettes. Lewis was out that day to the Tommy Hilfiger HQ in Monaco to talk about his new clothing line. You were going to wait until he got home. It was a... uncomfortable and awkward 4 hours. You made his favourite food, Kimchi, with a side of another one of his favourite foods, veggie fried rice! You set the table, and waited for him. He walked through the front door, and you ran to him with a huge smile on your face, hiding your agony.

"Baby!!!"

You yelled, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing back that neverending feeling of safety for you. You loved that feeling. Lewis got changed, sat down and enjoyed the food with you. You guys talked about his line, but then it was time to tell him.

"Lewis.. We need to talk..."

You mutter, your heart dropping to your stomach once again. Lewis immediately got concerned. He placed his hand on top of yours, and looked into your eyes.

"My love, what's wrong"?

You take a deep breath and decide you gotta go for it. You're in too deep right now.

"My love, I'm pregnant..."

His eyes light up with joy. He starts laughing, and he comes over to your side. He kisses you lovingly and holds you tight.

"I'm so happy, baby. We're having a kid!"

You giggle and hug him back.

FAST FORWARD >>

it was time for the USA Grand Prix! You always come along with him to Grand Prix's, and so you were sitting in the plane with him when you felt really sick. You knew this was a symptom of pregnancy so you got up, and ran to the bathroom where you tried to throw up as quietly as possible. Lewis immediately understood, and walked to the door. He then knocked on it.

"My love? Are you okay?"

You flushed the toilet, coughed and got up to rinse your mouth out with water. You sprayed some Febreeze in there, chewed on a piece of mint gum, and opened the door with a smile.

"I'm fine baby."

You then mouthed the words.

"Just symptoms..."

He nodded and you both went back your seats when you stood up and tapped a fork on a wine glass.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please. There is something I have to say, with Lewis' permission."

You looked over to your darling husband, and he knew you were going to tell them everything. He nodded. It was about time.

"Me and lewis have been married for three years. Yes, Shocker, but now.. We're waiting on a baby. I'm pregnant!"

You said happily and everyone clapped, smiled and says congratulations. Even Toto! He was the happiest of all! You all agreed to keep it a secret, but as soon as you got off the plane, Lewis had posted it on his instagram. Silly Lewis. You didn't mind, you just didn't want the public to go crazy. They did, and everyone was OVER THE MOON!

Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton.. Amazing, ain't it?

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#f1 #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton #formula one #lightsoutf1writing

[dragonmuse]

having big feelings about young izzy and faith today. can i ask for a casual date for them, a year or two into their relationship?

(Listen, I live in having big feelings for these teenage dirtbags, who are hopelessly devoted to each other. Izzy eats stuff in this, just a reminder that his allergies worsen over time, so he does mention a symptom, but is ultimately fine)

Izzy pulled up to the curb, setting one boot down on the sidewalk. The door opened and shut quickly. Faith sprinted down the steps, cheeks flushed, but she was smiling. She didn’t smile when she was running away from something bad. No one followed her out. The lights were dark inside. 

“You okay?” He checked anyway as she slid in behind him on the bike, wrapping her arms around his chest. 

The warmth of her pressed from hips to shoulder eased something tight in his chest. 

“Yeah, I’m good. What’d you want to do tonight?” She asked, mellow and easy. 

No plan. Not running. She’d been smiling because she saw him. Running just to join him that much faster. He touched her hands, pressed his palm to them. I

“Lifted some whiskey.” 

“Oh! Can we go drink it at the dock?” 

“Yeah,” he said readily. “Food?” 

“I have some Oreos. You hungry?” 

“Yeah, let’s get fried rice or something.” 

“Mm, wanton soup.” 

The construction site could be invaded by anyone of the guys or all of them without much warning. Fine during the day, but at night that meant the kind of job that made Faith frown and fret. He had enough cash right now. The dock was their place, a hidey hole he’d ferreted out for them and told no one else about. 

He bought them food, a paper bag in a plastic bag, heavy with added sauces and wooden chopsticks. The smell was heady. He’d skipped lunch today, preferring to work through and leave a little earlier, a move that was probably barely legal, but the grocery store manager paid him in cash under the table anyway.  

Now he was starving. He tucked the food into his side bag. Faith was waiting by the bike, keeping an eye on it. When he got close, she leaned in for a kiss which he gave her without hesitation. She always smelled good, hairspray and citrus-y body spray from Bath and Body Works (he’d seen the bottle in her bag a million times).  

She felt good too, fitting perfectly against him. When he rested his hands on her hips and she shifted, her shirt raised a little, leaving soft skin against his palms. Her lips were always giving, lip balmed into pliable delicacy.  

“Thanks for getting dinner,” she said breathy against his mouth. 

“Anytime,” he told her, and he wondered if she knew how deeply he meant that. He wasn’t even sure he did. It seemed to be rooted in his spine, spreading out branches through his rib cage. “Ready?” 

“Uh huh.” 

The sun was setting, the city lights winking into the place of stars. He drove, but she leaned with him into every corner, moving like they were one. Breathe in, breathe out. The night smelled like the subway and too many kinds of dinners mingling together in the open air. 

Over time, Izzy had picked a big enough hole in the fence that he could turn off the engine and silently roll the motorcycle through it, leaving it in reaching distance if they needed a fast getaway. They only had to walk a few feet to the dock. They didn’t go out too far, mindful of the rot in some of the boards and the twenty foot plunge into inky black water below. Their feet dangled down, her still-new Docs (stolen just for her) in pristine condition and his own work boots, scuffed to hell and back. 

They shared fried rice, chopsticks warring in the box as they both ferreted out bits of pork and egg. It was playful. Easy. There was enough for both of them and Izzy knew Faith would get full long before him, so he let her take her fill, handing her the soup to sip. 

“Two truths and a lie,” she challenged, steam rising up around her face from the plastic container. 

“Hm? 

“Tell me two true things and a lie about you. I wanna see if I can tell when you’re lying.” 

“Shit, uh, okay.” He shoved rice in his mouth, mind suddenly blank. He wasn’t sure there were three things about him she didn’t already know, except the things she suspected about, but didn’t ask. 

“Take your time,” she got out a dumpling, nibbling at the edges of it. 

He nodded, ate a few more bites and tried to make out a barge’s passage. It was a shadow barely dotted with lights at this angle, floating slowly, but determinedly away. 

“Okay,” he swallowed. “Ready?” 

“Yep,” she elbowed him. “Lay it on me.” 

“Once jumped out of a second story window. Flunked a spelling test because night, white and kite should be spelled fucking the same, it’s stupid that they’re not. Once ate a penny.” 

“Okay, clearly the spelling test one is true.” she laughed. “That was a gimmie. No one gets that pissed at a lie, not even you.” 

“Maybe,” he ducked his head so she couldn’t see his smile as he fished in the bag for the eggroll. His throat was itchy again. So fucking annoying. 

“I would believe you jumped out of a window,” she bit off another chunk of dumpling, chewing it thoughtfully. Her hair was a little wild from the helmet, orangey strands floating in the harsh strands of the street light that filtered out this far. “And that you ate a penny.” 

He was pleased. Apparently, he’d played the game right.  “Okay.” 

‘“I’m going to say the penny was a lie.” 

“How’d you know?” he frowned. 

“Why did you jump out a second story window?” She wrinkled up her nose. “How’d you not like die or something?” 

“It was one of those buildings that’s on a slope. Second story, but only like ten feet off the ground. Hung down from the window, dropped slow.” 

“Why?”   He bit into the eggroll and didn’t answer. She nodded, pressed closer to him.  “I could tell because you hesitated before the last one. Like you were still thinking about it. Want me to go?” 

“Yeah okay.” 

“Hmm,” she pursed her lips for a second. “Okay. I used to want to be a ballerina. I can play just one song on the piano. My favorite song to fall asleep to is Hey Jude.” 

He listened closely and then said immediately, “The piano one.” 

“Hey! How’d you get it so quick?” 

“Cause you said you wished you could play the one in the music room once. You mom taught you some songs when you were little.” 

“You remembered that?” 

“Yeah.” 

She kissed his cheek, “How am I supposed to get a lie by you with a memory like that?” 

“Don’t need to lie to me.”

“You’re right,” she agreed. “You don’t need to lie to me either, right?” 

“Nope. You want some of the crispy noodles?” 

“Yeah, trade you for the soup?” 

He finished the dumplings as she carefully dotted duck sauce onto the crispy noodles. 

“Used to play truth or dare sometimes with the guys.” 

“Used to?” She glanced at him. 

“Dares got too crazy. Couldn’t top each other anymore and no one ever picked truth.”

“Sounds right,” she said wryly. “Bet you never backed down from one either.” 

“Never had any good ones to give though. Just added on to what we’d already done. Stupid anyway, who the hell cares about their secrets, right?” 

“Yeah,” she sighed. “We’d do the same things at sleepovers when I used to go to them. All little kid secrets though. No one wants to talk about the real ones.” 

“Drink?” 

“Please.”

He cracked open the whiskey and they traded the bottle back and forth. They kissed too much to worry about germs.  

“Tell me a real secret,” Faith rested her head on his shoulder. “About anything.” 

“Don’t have any nice ones.” 

“Don’t care.” 

Izzy took the whiskey from her, belted down a gulp, capped it and set it aside. He had enough that he felt a little unmoored, less like he was stuck in his own body. 

“Sometimes, I don’t want to leave. I mean I do. So fucking bad. You know that, but sometimes...sometimes it’s like they trick me. Like things are normal. Or okay for a while. And it’s...it’s worse than when it’s not.” 

“Fuck,” she wrapped both her arms around his, nodding. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.” 

“You?” 

“I’m terrified of getting pregnant.” 

“Uh-” 

“Not right now,” she snorted. “I know. But like...ever. The whole thing seems scary. I don’t want to do it.” 

“So don’t,” he pulled his arm out of her grasp so he could settle it over her shoulders, pulling her in close. It was getting colder now and she only had a sweater on. Black and fuzzy. He rubbed the material between his fingertips. 

“You don’t want kids?” 

“Nah. Fuck it.” 

“Thanks,” she laughed quietly. “Maybe we can adopt a million dogs or something instead.” 

“Don’t really like dogs. They’re fine. Just loud.” 

“Cats then. We can be those people who have too many cats.” 

“Yeah, okay,” he laughed with her this time. “Fine.” 

“Fortune cookie time?” 

He fished two out of the bag. They broke them open in the same moment, crumbs tumbling into their laps. 

“A person of words and not deeds is like a garden full of weeds,” she read. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Don’t be full of shit,” she guessed. 

“Pretty good one then,” he decided and read his, “‘Every flower blooms in its own sweet time.

"What the fuck is with the garden shit today? That’s not even a fortune.”

“Mine wasn’t really either. They should call them ‘advice cookies’.” 

Izzy didn’t eat his, handing it over to Faith, who liked the taste of them more. The whiskey was sitting sluggishly in his veins.  She was snuggled up tight to him, content to be close. No one in the world knew where they were, but them. This tiny slice of the world was theirs.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #have a little faith #faith callahan #izzy hands

[sensei-venus]

(This is based of my “Barnes Family Au” thing I have going, I never posted any of the og fics I have on this au plotline, I might one day. Mike and Reader end up adopting a baby boy,Milo, and not even a month later they find out Reader is pregnant. This just takes place a few months later.)

“Mike are you sure about this? He’s still so little, I don’t know if we should do this…”

Reader bounced Milo in her arms, the baby boy giggled and squealed in her arms. His big eyes looked between her and Mike as they talked.

“It’s twice a week, what harm would it be to put him in daycare? You need a break now that your just around the corner from popping.” Mike smirked as he pointed at her heavy round belly. Reader rolled her eyes as her free hand rested on her bump. She was around six months along with their baby girl. It was true that the added weight and over all pregnancy symptoms where starting to change and grow. She held onto Milo tighter.

“Fine, we can try it just once and we can see how it goes. I don’t know how Milo will do being separated from me during the day, I just know he’s also going to be upset about not being near his sister.” The baby girl in side of her moved, making her insides flutter. Mike smiled as they both started to walk into the daycare building.

Not even ten minutes later Reader was storming out of the building with a slightly frustrated Mike following close behind her.

“Nope nope can’t do it, he is staying at home with me until the minute I pop!” Milo’s cheeks where flushed and fat tears stained his face, snot dripping from his nose. His little hand gripping at his mama’s shirt. Rubbing over her prominent bump. He cried out as he was put in his car seat.

“He’s spoiled.”

“He is not! He’s just scared and he should be at home with me!”

“He’s spoiled, you spoil him and he doesn’t want to be around anyone else now. Just admit it babe.”

“…..shut up and get in the car, my feet hurt and I want to make some cookies when we get home.” Milo’s tears stopped and he snorted up a snot bubble, he clapped at the sound of cookies.

Mike rolled his eyes as he waited for his wife to get into the car so they could go home.

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #karate kid blog #the karate kid series #mike barnes x chubby! reader #mike barnes x chubby reader #mike barnes #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine

[hullosweetpea]

i was tagged by the lovely @mayalaen a [redacted] time ago with a snippet game! Post a snippet from your WIPs with the following words: Stretch, Forget, Size, Rough, and Save

At the first hour break, Eddie cracks his neck and wipes his hands on his jeans. He needs to be better about stretching, but he’s already resigned himself to being a hunched over eighty-year old man. Nancy says he looks like Gollum over Precious while he draws. Eddie skipped over the insult and instead interrogated the Nancy Wheeler over her Lord of the Rings knowledge. The model stretches his arms over his head and bows his back. His scars ripple over his muscles and Eddie’s not a saint. He wants to write odes to this man, wax poetic about his moon cratered back, set it all to a lament and listen to the guys roast him for writing a love song. It'd be worth it. The kid next to him —Will, maybe?— looks at the model, too. His face flushes pink down to his dorky turtleneck/cardigan combo. 

^ From my Steddie Big Bang that “whoopsie i didn’t get submitted in time.” New plan is to finish it up and post around the end of the year when it takes place.

If that’s something you want and he can’t give you, you’re better off single. Sit him down, tell him you aren’t compatible. Don’t tell him why unless he presses. No need to open a can of worms. And hey, don’t forget to enjoy your new single life. Find out what you like. And don’t forget free condoms and dental dams are available at the campus health center! Did that answer your question? 

^ From WNDY 87.5, an a/b/o Buckingham that was supposed to be for a server exchange and now it’s eaten me alive (see a theme here?)

It’s three days until Steve makes the call to Heat Wave. It’s a brisk and clear January morning, and he knows if he doesn’t call before work he’ll have to wait until Monday. Steve munches on his bagel as he flips to the alpha section of the pamphlet. There’s five in total, each with a slightly grainy photograph and biography blurb. His first instinct is to choose Chrissy: bubbly, attentive, [adjective], and most importantly —female. But his eyes keep drifting to the alpha in the middle: Eddie. Eddie’s tongue sticks out in his photograph. He confesses his love for scenting and snuggling in his biography. Said biography also includes a tortured innuendo about the size of his knot. Eddie seems like fun. Steve could use fun.  

^ From Heat Wave, a Steddie a/b/o i’ve working on and off for about the past month, with potential to be Day One for the @omegaversesteddieweek.

“You’ll need to stop taking your suppressant immediately. And I’d highly advise against scent blockers, too. It’ll take about a month for your suppressant to cycle out of your system, and then you should go into heat. It’ll be rough, but when it’s over you’ll need to schedule a follow-up with me. From there, we’ll have a better idea. If it’s suppressant build-up, we should see your symptoms clear up and your heats average out by your third heat. If it’s early onset menopause, nothing will change.” 

^ Also from Heat Wave (literally my only wip that has it)

Steve and Nancy collapse in the front seats of Steve's BMW. He cracks a grin and turns to Nancy. So was it like you thought it would be? She pushes her bangs off her sweaty forehead. Sips from a metal bottle. A bit more intense than I thought. Turns out saving the world doesn't keep you flexible, Nancy says. 

^ From my Ballet Steve AU (THAT I SWEAR I’M WORKING ON)

new words: upset, down, light, cold, try

new people: @hullomoon, @lexirosewrites, @itcanbepalped, @rewritingicarus, and @sharkfish + anyone else who is a writer because i don’t want to get my podficcers and writers confused

#tag games #i really love this one #but note to self: never try to format on mobile again my god did it suck

[srhhrtmn21222]

Step 2 - Insanity

Did I believe I could control my using? What were some of my experiences with this, and how were my efforts unsuccessful?

There's only been one time that I tried to stay clean by my will-power alone. All of the effort was flushed down the toilet when my ex and I received his inheritance. Over a course of 2-3 months, we spent THOUSANDS of dollars on meth and marijuana. (Although a small portion went towards a pop-up camper that we lived in during the middle of winter.) After realizing I would start using as soon as I was given a lump-sum of money, I knew my will-power alone would never keep me clean.

2. What things did I do that I can hardly believe I did when I look back at them? Did I put myself in dangerous situations to get drugs? Did I behave in ways of which I'm now ashamed? What were those situations like?

The biggest thing I am ashamed of doing was cheating on my (now) ex while he was incarcerated. The biggest slap in the face was that I was stupid enough to continue hanging out with his friends (with the guy I was cheating on him with, which happened to be his best friend at the time). Luckily, my instances of which I could have been in danger, I was with guys that I believe would try their best to keep me safe. Luckily, I never had to test that theory. Looking back, I'm also ashamed of the times I stole and lied to get the money I needed to continue using.

3. Did I make insane decisions as a result of my addiction? Did I quit jobs, leave friendships and other relationships, or give up on achieving other goals for no reason other than that those things interfered with my using?

The only time I left a relationship was because I knew in my heart that we were not good for each other. We tried staying sober together, and we relapsed together. Even while sober, I was not happy with him. It took physical abuse to finally make me realize I needed to get out. The only job I ever quit (while using) I contemplated for weeks (maybe even months) before I finally did it. I did, however, get fired from a job and responded in the not best way. I walked out the door with both middle fingers held high in the air.

4. Did I ever physically injure myself or someone else in my addiction?

Thankfully, I held onto my desire to do right by others. I never intentionally harmed anyone, and for those I unintentionally harmed, I am truly remorseful. I did tend to cut myself (on my thighs) when my depression got out of hand while using.

5. How have I overreacted or underreacted to things?

I used to tend to overreact to anyone asking me if I was using. I would deny that I was, and get extremely pissed if someone pointed out the obvious signs that I was. Most situations I overreacted to. I honestly can't remember a situation that I underreacted to.

6. How has my life been out of balance?

I struggled a lot with my mental health, and spending money. I still struggle, but it's not nearly as bad as it was while I was using.

7. In what ways does my insanity tell me that things outside myself can make me whole or solve all my problems? Using drugs? Compulsive gambling, eating, or sex seeking? Something else?

Drugs never made me feel like they would make me whole, or even solve my problems. It made me forget about the things in life. I didn't see my problems as actual problems. I did, however, THINK that drugs made me feel whole. But looking back now, I can see I was more empty than I have ever been.

8. Is part of my insanity the belief that the symptom of my addiction (using drugs of some other manifestation) is my only problem?

Originally, yes. Now that I've had some sobriety time, I can see that there's other issues that I need to address.

9. When we've acted on an obsession, even though we knew what the results would be, what were we feeling and thinking beforehand? What made us go ahead?

For me, I never really stopped beforehand to think. I simply acted. My biggest trigger was an abundance of emotions that I didn't know how to deal with.

#NA #RecoveringAddict #NAWorkbook

[dnangelic]

@remunporium asked: " Do you really want to hang out around me, Daisuke? " Sirin's thoughts seem to be drifting as the two of them walk down the dimly-lit path of a street while the sun sets. A day full of the usual mix of shenanigans leaves Sirin feeling a bit gloomy. " ... Sorry. Not trying to get rid of you or anything. It's just.. I dunno. There's probably better people to spend time with than me. I'm usually just starting trouble. " Without any clarification for HOW she's starting trouble..

his steps come to halt , and at first he does nothing but stare . it's a little different from the sirin he's used to : arrogant , belligerent , and just as loud as dark sometimes . maybe that was why he didn't mind it . he had already grown used to it . more than that , it had charmed a part of his heart , and brought him to readily trust her all that much more . to daisuke , sirin had always been brave and strong . a bold opposite . but there were times that glimpses of something else like this cropped up , and it made him question and wonder how much might have really been just a brave front . even if he couldn't admit it , and even if she wouldn't have believed him --- he had still been able to see her through dark's eyes at times as well . the girl that had been willing to stand up for and protect him against the likes of just about anyone could sometimes seem so small and desperately lonely . but at least when they were standing side by side , face to face like this , he could still look her straight in the eyes and quietly shake his head .

slowly , he tries to offer her a reassuring smile .

' it's alright . i didn't think you were trying to get rid of me --- and i don't think it's true that there's someone better . ' he laughs a small , half-hearted laugh , tilting his head and shrugging a shoulder as one of his hands lifts to rub bashfully at the nape of his neck . ' i don't really know a lot of people to hang out with , anyways . actually , when you started spending time with me ... i was really surprised . most people think i'm too ... losery to be around . i was afraid i'd be too boring , and you'd leave to find someone more interesting to hang out with . but ... instead , even if i frustrated you sometimes , you were still always willing to take me everywhere by the hand and do lots of things with me ... and you've always stood up for me . that's more than anyone could even ask . '

his limbs shift : he holds at one of his own wrists by himself , warmly remembering her touch and the back of her as he watched wide-eyed from behind . ' ... i don't know when i started thinking it , but at some point , i wanted to be able to protect you and make you happy , too . that's why ... ' his cheeks flush . his heart pounds . he should have realized it earlier --- his body's begun to feel like it was burning with the symptoms of transformation . ' s-sorry ... ! my stomach hurts all of the sudden , i'm gonna go --- ! it's not any trouble though , sirin ! you're not any --- ! i promise ! '

covering his mouth , he dashes away . just maybe , as a coward who didn't want to lose a precious friend , the troubles began and ended with him instead .

#remunporium #canon. #sirin pls he feels strongly enough to turn purple thts more than evidence enough tht he cares u #unfortunately hes hiding the evidence bc he doesnt want to tell anyone. next #*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Merlin goes home for a little while, determined to enjoy a well-earned vacation;

Camelot immediately falls apart, with the sole exceptions of Guinevere and Gaius.

Merlin knows Arthur really well.

Which just means he knows exactly how to get him to let his servant go home for two weeks to visit his mother and relax a little:

“You just don’t want me to go because you know you can’t cope without me! Look, if you want to come with me, that’s fine, but you’ll struggle just as much there as you would here because I refuse to act as your servant in my own home.”

Arthur turns red, looking outraged as he loses the ability to speak. Merlin turns around before The King can see his satisfied smirk, tidying around the prat’s chambers with exaggerated annoyance as he just waits for the inevitable-

“Fine! Go! See if I even notice that you’re gone! Honestly, Merlin, the running of the Kingdom will probably end up going smoother without you here to mess things up, you bumbling idiot.”

Merlin grins to himself before schooling his face back into annoyance and turning around with a huff, crossing his arms petulantly:

“Fine!”

The servant decides that he’d better leave, what with the way he was struggling to keep the victorious grin from his face, so without waiting for a response, he “storms” from the room, slamming the door behind him as dramatically as he’s able when he hears Arthur yell:

“FINE!”

~

Merlin sets off at the beginning of the next week. Gaius had raised a disapproving eyebrow when his ward had told him how he’d gotten Arthur to agree to such a long vacation, but didn’t say anything. They both knew that the elderly physician thought it was funny.

Gwen and Morgana make sure to see him out of the castle gates with big hugs, and whilst all of the knights were meant to be training, it came as no surprise to anyone when Gwaine slacks off for half a candle-mark to say goodbye as well. Mordred shoots him a quick goodbye across their mental link as the servant walks away from the city, after promising Merlin that he would warn him if anyone was in any serious danger (”Serious danger only, Mordred, I mean it. If I get called home because Arthur is throwing some sort of tantrum, then I’ll act out your destiny for you.”).

Merlin’s journey goes smoothly. The world was hovering in the junction between Spring and Summer, but with a little magical manipulation, the Warlock had no trouble staying warm and keeping his feet beneath him on the uneven path. Unsurprisingly, the young man is a lot less clumsy when he doesn’t have to focus on keeping his magic locked away so tightly.

Two days after his departure from Camelot, his mother is greeting him outside her little house with a long hug and a wide grin, stroking a hand through his hair as she welcomes him home.

Coincidentally, that’s also about the time things started going to shit for everyone else.

~

It was just after noon when Elyan had to be carried to Gaius’ chambers, his whole body juddering as he struggles to draw breath, the lack of oxygen from his throat closing up mixed with the panic making his brain go fuzzy.

Percival holds him up from one side and Leon holds him from the other, the two of them bursting through the physician’s door just as Elyan’s eyes roll back in his head. Gaius looks up suddenly, obviously startled by the abrupt intrusion, but he swiftly focuses, eyes wide and assessing as he quickly points them to a patient pallet:

“What happened?”

The two knights lay him down as carefully as they can before standing out of the way as Leon forces out an answer, trying to catch his breath between words:

“I don’t know, servants brought lunch out whilst we were training so we stopped to eat and he just started... wheezing. We thought he was choking at first but he said he couldn’t breathe. Has... has he been poisoned? We stopped everyone from eating.”

Gaius had gathered a handful of odd looking dried leaves the moment Leon mentioned the food, recognising the symptoms of an allergic reaction and putting two and two together immediately. He crushes them in his hands quickly, knowing he didn’t have time for a proper mortar and pestle as he shoves the crumbs into Elyan’s mouth, following through with a vile of something green and gross-smelling

He massages the odd concoction down Elyan’s throat as best he can around the swelling, and lets out a relieved smile when the knight’s eyes blow wide open and he chokes slightly before swallowing it all, grimacing at the taste but breathing deeply as his airways open again.

Leon and Percival let out similar breathes of relief when Elyan begins breathing again, chuckling breathlessly at his disgusted groan. The door bursts open again before anyone can say anything, and Arthur strides in, his flushed cheeks and rumpled clothes implying he had sprinted across the castle in his panic.

He spots Elyan on the pallet, his deep breaths interspersed with the odd cough, and his eyes widen even further as he looks to Gaius for an explanation:

“A servant told me something was wrong, what happened?!”

The King loses a little of the tension in his shoulders when Elyan waves a thumbs-up in his vague direction, but still looks frantically between the two knights and the physician as he waits for an answer. Percival wordlessly moves to Elyan’s side, running a hand up and down the man’s arm as Leon looks to Gaius expectantly:

“He had an allergic reaction, likely to nuts in the food. He should be fine, but he needs a day or two of rest, and to come back to me immediately if his throat swells again.”

Arthur sags in relief, nodding his approval of Elyan’s needed bedrest, but Leon’s eyes go wide as he lets out a knowing noise:

“Of course! I forgot about his allergy, it hasn’t been an issue since we were kids.”

Gaius nods knowingly and begins reorganising the jars he had knocked over when the knights had startled him:

“Hmm. I imagine he watched what he ate carefully when he was travelling, but Merlin keeps an eye on all of your food now.”

Leon frowns slightly as he tilts his head in confusion, but Arthur beats him to the punch, asking incredulously:

“What do you mean, Merlin keeps an eye on our food?”

Gaius raises an eyebrow, holding in his smirk as he slowly replies:

“Well, Merlin is usually the one to bring food out to you when you train, is he not? And on days he can’t he always speaks with the kitchen staff to double check what food is going where. Sir Elyan is not the only one with an allergy, My Lord. Merlin always makes sure any food the seven of you are given is safe. He has a tendency to check the Lady Morgana’s meals as well, whenever he’s able.”

Arthur is too taken aback to reply, his mouth hanging open, but that is when Percival looks up from his place at Elyan’s side, a confused frown on his face:

“Why?”

Gaius doesn’t manage to hold his smile in at that, looking between the three knights, and Elyan, who has just about managed to regain his breath:

“To avoid situations like this, I imagine, and to check for poison. It’s not uncommon for assassins to try and lace the royal’s food with something or other.”

Arthur finally shuts his mouth, only to open it again, speaking slowly:

“So... Merlin checks all of our food?”

Gaius nods:

“Religiously, Sire.”

Leon and Percival just shrug, adding it to their list of Weird Things About Merlin That They Should Be Grateful For, and Elyan smiles goofily from his place on the bed (whether it was the lack of oxygen or something funky in the vial, the knight didn’t know, but he was definitely still feeling a little... odd), but Arthur just frowns deeper, muttering a distracted “Take it easy.” to Elyan before walking stiffly from the room.

The King makes quick work of the journey back to the council meeting, desperately trying to persuade himself that this was nothing to do with him not being able to cope without Merlin. Elyan was the one not coping, clearly. Merlin was still wrong and stupid and Arthur hadn’t even noticed that he was gone until Gaius brought him up (a lie, he missed him terribly, but shhh).

Leon and Percival look to Gaius in confusion when Arthur had almost stormed from the room, and the Physician simply smiles again, the amusement shining clearly in his eyes:

“Merlin persuaded Arthur to let him take a holiday by heavily implying that he couldn’t cope with Merlin’s absence.”

Percival snorts with laughter and Leon raises an eyebrow as he grins:

“Arthur took that as a challenge then, I suppose? Two days in and we’ve already got The King sprinting from meetings because a knight has collapsed from an allergic reaction... because Merlin wasn’t here...”

Gaius just nods, and Percival mutters an amused:

“This will be entertaining.”

~

Arthur steadfastly refuses to acknowledge that the next mini disaster, a few days later, was also down to Merlin’s absence.

Ok, so maybe it was because Merlin wasn’t here, but ultimately, it was Gwaine that messed up, not Arthur. So it didn’t count.

The knight came back from a night patrol that he’d taken with The King with an infected gash on his arm. Arthur grins teasingly as he describes to Gaius how the knight had tripped on a loose cobblestone and scratched his arm on the sharp edge of a stray cart at the beginning of the patrol, and Gaius hums disapprovingly as he unwraps the scrap of fabric Gwaine had used as a bandage:

“Did you not have any medical supplies in your pack? Or did you think it best to let it get infected so I had to wake an hour before dawn to deal with it?”

Gwaine swings his dangling legs back and forth from where he sits on Gaius’ table, pouting sheepishly as he admits:

“I looked, but there wasn’t anything helpful in there, usually the armoury-hands have them stocked up for the patrols, I guess they missed mine.”

Arthur rolls his eyes at Gwaine’s seeming ineptitude, but his scolding is interrupted before it even begins when Gaius shakes his head in disagreement:

“Hmm. The servants that work in the armoury only tend to check the packs every few weeks, and even then they only check if they need any repairs. Merlin is the one with easier access to patrol rotas, so he’s the one who stocks them up on a day to day basis.”

Gwaine just nods in understanding, as if he should’ve expected that, but Arthur’s smile drops as he unfolds his arms, getting over his annoyed speechlessness in a matter of seconds:

“You’re telling me that Merlin, my personal manservant, is responsible for all the knights’ patrol packs?”

Gaius finishes cleaning Gwaine’s wound, muttering a quiet apology when the knight hisses at the first poke of the needle, speaking slowly as he focuses on making sure the stitches were neat and uniform:

“No, Sire. Technically the knights are meant to take care of their own packs, but Merlin is a paranoid man, he likes to double check things to make sure everyone has what they need. I suppose some people got used to having it done for them.”

Gwaine winces abashedly, making a mental note to remind the others to check their packs before their next patrols, but Arthur rolls his eyes, crossing his arms again and immediately accepting that this little incident was therefore Gwaine’s fault, and not down to Merlin's absence.

The voice in his head sounded a little doubtful, but he ignores it, choosing instead to chide his rebellious:

“Do try to pay attention to your own responsibilities, Sir Gwaine, I’d hate to see something terrible happen to you because you’re unable to complete your own simple tasks.”

Gwaine just sticks his tongue out petulantly, looking away from The King before he can see the blonde’s rolled eyes. Arthur huffs at his childishness, turning around to cover his grin and speaking over his shoulder as he walks from the room:

“You will be on time for once, Gwaine, training starts in a few hours and I want to see you bright and early.”

Gwaine just smirks, waiting for the door to shut behind Arthur before moving his sly, curious eyes to the physician in front of him:

“He’s missing Merlin, then?”

Gaius just gives him a knowing glance before looking back down at the now stitched gash, gathering bandages:

“I’d imagine so, though he’d never admit it. Merlin implied that Arthur wouldn’t cope with his absence,-”

Gwaine interrupts him with a laugh:

“Hence his insistence that it was entirely my fault?”

Gaius nods wordlessly, and Gwaine snorts, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

Meanwhile, Arthur stalks back towards his chambers, eager to get out of his armour and get into bed; Gwaine had training in a few hours, but so did he, and he needed at least a little sleep. He purses his lips in annoyance as his gaze falls upon the clinical cleanliness of his room... George had been in then. 

Look... Arthur being used to a slightly messy room did NOT mean he depended on Merlin. And Gwaine not being used to having to actually organise himself ALSO didn’t mean that Merlin was... ok. Maybe Gwaine relies on Merlin a little.

So that’s Sir Elyan and Sir Gwaine, two of The King’s most trusted knights, who can’t cope without Merlin. But Arthur is doing just fine. It’s been half a week and he is just. Fine.

Just fine.

~

It was the next day that things began going wrong a little more... drastically.

George wakes Arthur up for training on time because of course he does. Arthur had found himself losing out on a lot of sleep without Merlin insisting he go to bed at a reasonable time, and waking him up late; Merlin had gotten into the habit of snatching Arthur’s paperwork away and holding it out of reach until The King agreed to go to sleep, and somehow manages to fit Arthur’s entire morning routine into half a candle-mark. George would never snatch away Arthur’s paperwork, and he takes so much longer in the mornings meaning Arthur has to wake up earlier.

Not that Arthur would ever admit to enjoying his and Merlin’s unorthodox routines. 

Eight more days to go, and he’s fine.

At least... that’s what he thought until a nameless guard approaches the training field, waving him over from his spar with Mordred. Arthur strides over quickly, annoyed at the interruption and nodding at the guard to speak as he drinks from his water-skin:

“My Lord, Lord Halbert and Lady Ethel have arrived. I believe they’re waiting for your presence in the courtyard.”

Arthur chokes, managing to turn his head to the side just in time before he spits a mouthful of water over the guards face. He quickly wipes his mouth and turns back to the pour armoured man with wide eyes:

“That’s today?!

The guard nods hesitatingly:

“Yes, Sire, would you like me-”

He’s interrupted when Arthur shouts a hurried:

“Fuck!” as he drops his water-skin and begins sprinting up the field towards the castle, desperately trying to calculate if he had enough time to wash and change before they got antsy with waiting. Probably not.

Seeing Arthur’s panic and hearing his loud curse, Leon hurriedly approaches the guard, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder as he speaks with a frown:

“Gavin? Is everything alright?”

The guard, Gavin, looks to Leon with a confused frown:

“It would appear that His Majesty... misremembered the date of Lord Halbert and Lady Ethel’s arrival.”

Leon’s eyes go wide and he glances quickly to the castle as he rushes out an exclamation identical to Arthur’s:

“That’s today?!”

Gavin just nods again, and Leon drops the hand from his shoulder, letting out a loud:

“Shit!” as he recreates Arthur’s sprint up to the castle, knowing that he was expected to be at The King’s side when welcoming guests. He doesn’t pause, even when he shouts:

“Lancelot’s in charge!” over his shoulder.

The knights all look to each other in amusement, but Lancelot quickly takes charge, running drills as if he had been doing it his entire life and trusting that, whatever it was, Arthur could get things sorted. And if Arthur couldn’t get things sorted, then Leon would get things sorted. And if Leon couldn’t get things sorted, then Merlin would... oh.

He glances worriedly to the castle just as Leon falls through the door, not bothering to shut it behind him in his panic. Oh.

Arthur lets out the deepest breath of relief he thinks he’s ever experienced when he sees George ahead of him in the corridor; he gestures him over hastily, making the servant jog to keep up with him as he continues his fast pace down the hall:

“I don’t care how many other servants you have to pull from their duties, but I need the castle prepped for Halbert and Ethel’s arrival right now.-”

Arthur barely pays attention to George’s faltering step of shock, just stops suddenly in front of the door that leads down to the courtyard, turning to the servant and putting both hands on his shoulder as he stares at him intensely, face flushed and breathing harsh:

“I need you to do this for me, George. Prepare guest chambers, send someone down to show them to the right rooms, and make sure the Kitchens know they’re feeding two extra nobles for three days, starting today. If you can organise all of that in the next two minutes, I’ll give you a raise and a Godamn hug, you hear me?!”

George gulps, his shoulders tense, his face pale, and his breath frozen in his lungs as he meets Arthur’s frantic gaze with wide eyes. He gives a shaky nod, instantly turning and sprinting down the corridor without a word when Arthur lets go. 

Leon skids around the corner, moving to stand next to Arthur with his hands on his knees as he attempts to catch his breath, speaking in a slight wheeze:

“I... I left Lance... in charge.”

Arthur nods in approval, pulling Leon to stand before holding his hands out to the side, presenting himself for inspection. Leon takes one last deep breath, smoothing the training tunic over Arthur’s shoulders, attempting to rub the dirt from his nose, and brushing a quick hand through his hair before stepping back and holding his own arms out. Arthur pulls a leaf from behind his ear, but is otherwise satisfied, and the two of them turn to the door, schooling their faces and stepping down into the courtyard.

Arthur has a calm, welcoming smile on his face, and Leon stands stiffly behind him, hand on the sword that he luckily had on his hip as he stares blankly ahead.

The nobles seem taken aback at The King's state of undress, but don’t say anything, covering their shock quickly. Arthur’s hoping that his friendly attitude will just give the impression that he’s...approachable and slightly laid back, as opposed to just an idiot who forgot they were coming because no one had reminded him.

Gods. Merlin can never know about this.

~

Thankfully, the next three days went smoothly, or at least as smoothly as possible after Arthur spent an hour rifling through his old mail to try and figure out the original reason for Lord Halbert and Lady Ethel’s visit (watching their eldest’s knighting ceremony, and discussing with Arthur the potential for their youngest to move to the city to become a squire).

He waves them off in a much more regal manner than he had welcomed them, and keeps his promise to George, upping his pay slightly; though he exchanges the hug for an awkward pat on the shoulder, which he thinks both of them were grateful for.

~

He’d successfully made it through nine days. Semi-successfully. He’d just about made it through nine days.

Five more to go. But Arthur was feeling fine about those five days. He’d double checked all his mail, and made sure to find out when his patrols were scheduled.

Which is... unknown to Arthur, where the next problem stems from. 

Arthur wasn’t the one to rota the patrols, he really didn’t have the time to sit down with a list of names and hours and times and maps and organise everything fairly, it was difficult and time-consuming, but he made sure that Leon knew exactly how many hours he could give up for patrol each week.

Apparently, the communication between Leon and the council was normally handled by Merlin, who wasn’t there. So whilst Arthur was enjoying a solo patrol along the city borders at noon, waving at citizens and making his horse do tricks for giggling children, the council were sitting around the table, waiting rather irately for his arrival.

Now normally, this could’ve been easily dealt with, but when the same guard from three days ago gallops over to inform him of the problem and take over his patrol, Arthur was reminded rather suddenly that Merlin was always the one that came up with sensible sounding excuses.

(He also makes a mental note to avoid that guard forever out of embarrassment.)

This was one of the very rare occasions when Arthur simply glares the council into submission. Normally he likes to work with them; he hates to feel like they're just doing what he wants because they were kissing his arse, but he has no excuse other than “I forgot.” and he felt like that was worse than just.. acting like a bit of a dick for five minutes.

So... yeah. Merlin wasn’t there to reorganise the council meeting around Arthur’s patrol, and then also wasn’t there to come up with an excuse for why it wasn’t reorganised.

Arthur makes it ten days before he admits to himself that perhaps he relies on his manservant just a little too much.

~

Four days later, Arthur had missed another council meeting (despite his best efforts), Lancelot and Mordred had accidentally insulted some visiting Lord (and had therefore been told not to leave their rooms until he had vacated the city), and Gwen was no longer speaking to him, on account of The King being a dick without realising because Merlin wasn’t there to rein in his ego and... well... dickishness. That, and his crown had somehow gone missing between yesterday morning and now.

(If that last one had happened even a week prior, Arthur would’ve been adamant that it had been stolen or something else equally not-his-fault, but with how quickly he’d been made aware of his apparent bad memory and social clumsiness, he had every faith that he’d just misplaced it, and Merlin would know exactly where to look.)

Arthur was sitting on the courtyard steps, tunic unlaced at the top and hair a mess when his servant finally, finally walks through the castle gates. The King perks up slightly, but refuses to give Merlin the satisfaction of being run to, so forces himself to remain in place. He was especially glad that he’d made that decision when he saw Guinevere spring over to greet him. He has a feeling she won’t be all that... welcoming, at least not yet.

Merlin wraps her in a tight hug and Arthur forces down the swell of jealousy in his lungs, especially when he laughs brightly and pulls back to clasp her shoulders. Arthur sees Gwen’s face fall at a question Merlin had asked and he gulps, biting his lip when Merlin frowns and raises an incredulous eyebrow at her response. She points in Arthur’s direction, and The King’s eyes go wide as he rapidly stands, failing miserably at looking as though he weren’t staring in their direction. Guinevere rolls her eyes before giving Merlin one last hug and walking very deliberately in the opposite direction to Arthur.

Merlin marches towards him, slight annoyance mixing with a secret eagerness to check on Arthur speeding up his normal pace significantly. Before the servant can say anything, Arthur grabs his wrist, pulling him up the steps and through the castle without a word, tugging harshly every time Merlin opens his mouth to demand an explanation for himself or an apology for Gwen.

When they finally reach his chambers, Arthur quickly locks the door behind him, whirling on an angry Merlin with flushed cheeks and a desperate look in his eyes:

“I swear Merlin, I will never doubt you again, but Elyan almost died, Gwaine got an infection, Leon and I forgot about Ethel and Halbert, Lancelot and Mordred are essentially under house arrest, I missed two council meetings, lost my crown, and now Gwen’s not talking to me. You’re never allowed to leave me again.”

Merlin freezes in place, staring at Arthur with wide eyes and an open mouth for a few moments before he bursts into laugher. Arthur huffs, crossing his arms as his blush deepens, but waits patiently instead of demanding that Merlin stop. Honestly? He may have been laughing at Arthur, but it was still the most beautiful sound The King had heard in two weeks, and he’d definitely missed it. Which is... something to think about at a later date.

Merlin finally relents, his dimples showing prominently as he holds in another round of giggles at Arthur’s red face. The servant drops his pack to the floor, stepping forward and not giving Arthur time to move away before he pulls him into a tight hug, sighing contentedly at the warm contact:

“I missed you too, you prat. You’ll just have to come with me next time and we can leave Gwen and Gaius in charge.”

Arthur huffs out a gentle laugh, finally wrapping his arms around Merlin’s middle tightly and burying his face in the slightly taller man’s hair:

“I did. Miss you, I mean. And I also mean it when I say you’re never going anywhere without me again, this has been a nightmare.”

Merlin snorts, tightening his grip on Arthur as if he were trying to squeeze all of the stress out of him:

“Co-dependency isn’t the healthiest thing in the world, you know.”

Arthur just huffs, refusing to let go as he petulantly responds:

“I don’t care. I’m The King, I can do what I want.”

Arthur can almost feel Merlin rolling his eyes, but the servant just laughs again and seems to nod in agreement:

“Hmm. That excuse is going to come back to haunt you one day. Heard you gave George a raise?”

The blonde tenses in embarrassment, now refusing to pull away so Merlin wouldn’t see his pink cheeks:

“Uh... yeah. He cleans too much and is shit at coming up with plausible excuses, but he did save my arse a few times.”

Arthur can feel Merlin’s laugh vibrate through his ribcage, and though the man was usually rather touch averse, he found he never wanted the feeling to stop. He found himself hoping that Merlin felt the same when The King chuckles at his response:

“Oh yeah? Does that mean I get a raise for being good at excuses and bad at cleaning?”

~

THE END!!! 

Literally wrote this in one day so... sorry if it’s bad😅

Had no clue how I was going to end it until I got there, my thought process essentially just went “Hugs? Yeah. Hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs.” :D

Same as always lads, you wanna write it out in full or remix it or whatever, go for it, just drop me a message and credit/tag me :)

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A Half-naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas.

Bucky x Reader with fever.

Thank you @daredarling for the “you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you” idea.

——–

You should’ve known better than to race Sam under a thunderstorm last night. Waking up the next morning, you had a massive headache, your muscles felt sore, and you were shivering.

“Miss Y/N, Mr. Barnes says you’re half an hour late in training.” FRIDAY’s voice spoke, making you groan and bring your comforters above you.

“Tell him to fuck off.” you muffled under the sheets.

Barnes… He has been nothing but a pain in the ass to you. To this day, you don’t know what you’ve done for him to dislike you this much. And as if his snarky comments and glares thrown your way wasn’t enough, Steve actually paired you both for missions and trainings.

If he wasn’t so handsome you would’ve cut him already. If Steve allowed you.

Loud bangs hit your door outside. “Y/L/N you’re already 30 minutes late! That’s 5 laps extra for you!” You could hear the irritation lacing his voice.

Maybe if you ignore him long enough, the pest would go away.

“I know you’re in there!” He followed up after you ignored him.

Sighing in annoyance, you got up, with the blankets still wrapped around you, and weakly waddled your way to your door, not bothering to open up your curtains. Opening the door, A frowning Bucky was looking down on you. If you weren’t feeling so shitty, you would’ve snickered at his expression.

“Barnes why are you so obsessed with me?” your cracked voice barely managed to finish asking.

He was observing you from head to toe, noting how pale you are, and shivering under a huge comforter despite that your AC was off.

“You’re stupid.” That was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

“Well, you’re not that sma-”

“Will you shut up and go back to bed? You look like you’re about to drop dead any second now.” He interrupted you, his face still stern with no emotion.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back and weakly made your way back over to bed, pausing to groan as you remembered you forgot to close the door.

“If you’re still there, could you please close the door.” it almost pained you to even be so polite to him but you blame it to being sick.

Finally managing to lie back down, you stared up the ceiling when you heard the door finally shut gently. Sighing, you were about to let sleep take over you when something caught the corner of your eye.

Bucky was by the closed door, taking his shirt off over his head. You let out a shriek. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

“You’re sick.” he replied nonchalantly, while kicking off his shoes, leaving him in his sweatpants and socks.

“And taking off your clothes is supposed to make me feel better?!” you were trying to support yourself with your elbow, facing his way. “And I meant that you close the door before leaving.”

“I don’t want to die of heat while taking care of you.” he replied in a duh tone before entering your bathroom to fetch some warm water in a basin.

You were still trying to process what he was getting at when he finally went back out, now basin with steaming water in hand.

“You got a clean towelette I can use?” has asked as he placed the basin on the foot of your bed.

“Yeah, it’s by the third dra- what the hell are you doing again?” you caught yourself as he was opening your drawers. “Because if you’re trying to kill me, doing it while I’m defenseless is just beneath you.”

“Didn’t think your IQ could get any lower but you’re sick so I’ll let this pass.” He rolled his eyes before soaking the cloth on the water. “I’m nursing you. Now lay flat and still so the cloth won’t fall off that forehead of yours.” he instructed, again sounding so casual.

You followed his orders before realizing that this whole ordeal was still very weird. “I’m sorry, I still don’t get why you’re doing this.”

He went by your head and placed the cloth on your forehead, making you sigh at the warmth it brought your chilling form. “Steve will have my head if he finds out I knew you’re sick and let you die.”

You stared at him deadpan.

“And partners are supposed to be taking care of each other.” he muttered, making the side of your mouth twitch.

“If you tell anyone I said that I’ll kill you.” he lightly threatened when he noticed your mouth twitch.

“Fair enough. And I should probably tell you that I’m prone to get mentally confused when I have fevers which is a normal symptom, but just letting you know in case I start saying something nice.” you chuckled.

He went over your mini fridge and opened a bottle of water to drink.

You look at him, noticing that he was starting to sweat a lot from the heat. His skin was glistening making you mentally kick yourself from staring.

“You got underwear?” you found yourself asking, making him choke on his drink.

“What?”

“I-I’m just saying i-if you’re that hot, you can just take off your sweatpants and I won’t mind.”

“You’re saying I’m hot?” he chuckled, having fun twisting your words, making you flush. “Hey, color’s back on your face. Maybe I should get you all flustered more.” he teased further.

“Shut up Barnes, I meant that the room’s too hot for you because the AC is off. You’re sweating like a pig.”

“Save the excuses, Y/N. You won’t mind if I’ll just be in my boxers?” he smirked at you as he took his socks off and started working on untying the strings of his sweats.

“Puh-lease, Barnes, it may come as a shock to you, but I’ve seen enough men in boxers. You’re not that…”

You trailed off what you were going to say when you noticed that this was a different kind of boxers. Why were they so tight?

You thought he meant boxer shorts, not boxer briefs. Dammit.

“I’m not that…?” He asked.

“I forgot. Fever brain.” You shrugged, diverting your eyes away from him. “Anyway, why are you so nice to me? You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” He contradicts, placing his hands on his hips.

“Uh, yeah you do.” you paused to let out a cough. “You always make fun of me or provoke me in front of everyone else.”

“And how do I treat you when we’re alone, especially in missions?” he raised his brows at you, expecting that you’ll put two and two together.

“A lot nicer actually.” You muttered.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that the team keeps insisting I have a crush on you.” he scratched the back of his head.

“That’s ridiculous. Why would they even think that?” you chuckled.

“It’s Sam’s fault. He tricked me.”

“What?”

“He was being all hypothetical, saying what if I was only allowed to date someone from the team and who would I choose. And I uh… may have said I’d choose you. And everyone else heard.” He muttered the last part, embarrassed.

It was your turn to smirk at him. “And why me?”

“Stop that. You look like a smirking corpse.” he snapped at you defensively and cleared his throat. “It’s just that you were actually really nice to me when we met. Didn’t feel like you were masking apprehensiveness like everybody did when I first got here.”

“Sounds like you have a crush on me.” you had the courage to tease him, seeing how flustered he got from telling the story.

“This is not how you treat your nurse, Y/N.”

“Yeah, a nurse in his underwear. Very ethical. And I’m not your supervisor, but I think brooding is not advisable.”

“And now as your nurse, I would advise you to quit talking and get some sleep.”  he playfully glared at you. “I’ll be by the chair to constantly check on your temperature and replace the cloth on your forehead.”

“I really appreciate what you’re doing, Barnes. I’m starting to think the team’s right.”

“Ma’am flirting with patients and vice versa is frowned upon. Now sleep.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

——–

While you were finally snoozing for over an hour, gentle knocks were heard on your door.

Standing up from his chair, Bucky quickly made his way over the door to prevent more knocks from disturbing your sleep, forgetting that he was still only in his boxer briefs.

Opening it slowly, he was met with three pairs of wide eyes belonging to Steve, Sam, and Nat.

“Hey you guys, could you keep it down? Y/N is getting some rest.”

“Uhuh… I bet she needs it.” Sam replied slowly, still wide-eyed, noting how Bucky’s slightly sweaty.

“So… when did this happen?” It was Steve’s turn to speak up.

“Oh, just this morning. She was running late and I came here with the intention of punishing her for it but I ended up taking care of her.” He explained in a low voice, still oblivious to how their teammates were getting a totally different idea.

“Woah.” Nat muttered under her breath.

“Yeah, I guess her muscles are all sore because she was moving so weakly, and her voice is all hoarse now when she talks, and -”

“Look we’re happy for you, but TMI, Buck! TMI.” Steve cut him off and the three of them scrambled away from your room, with Sam muttering he didn’t need the unwelcomed visuals, and Nat screaming for Wanda.

Now left alone and confused by the doorway, he was trying to figure out why they reacted that way when it finally clicked.

“Fuck.” he whisper-yelled, knowing that the teasing was about to get worse.

——–

Final Part

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