#this is so lazy. considering i rushed it out in about an hour and a half.

[total-drama-brainrot]

been thinking about assistant!noah using malicious compliance to get out of singing.

#yes it's that one alastor meme. i have an awful sense of humor what can i say? #this is so lazy. considering i rushed it out in about an hour and a half. #assistant!noah doing everything in his power to make chris suffer (without losing his job) is the ideal version of him #that includes regularly testing the show's language censoring department. gotta keep 'em on their toes. #is it obvious that i have no idea how comics work? #total drama #td noah #chris mclean #assistant noah #ophe doodles #memes #shitposting #tw suggestive

[incognit0slut]

Buried in the pillow

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A night of restless sleep ends better than expected. Based on;

warning: 18+ explicit content including edging, a little chocking, sexual intercourse, and dom spence

words: 4,6k (I got carried away😭)

a/n: am I supposed to be writing something else? Yes. Will it stop me from writing a slow, lazy sex scene? NO

MASTERLIST

“…you’re buried in the pillow, yeah you’re so loud…”

THERE WAS NO DENYING THE WARM FLOOD OF AROUSAL RUSHING IN HER SYSTEM. Y/n inhaled a sharp breath, her heart rate climbing in her chest she could feel her pulse throbbing through her entire body. She readjusted herself along her pillow and closed her eyes before exhaling, her thighs pressed together as she tried not to let her mind travel into any lewd thoughts.

But the sound of his shallow breathing was enough to make her terribly aware of the abrupt shift in her body. She could feel the dull, needy throb between her legs merging with that burn of sheer want for him low in her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open then, and there he was, sleeping on his side of the bed with his face facing toward her.

Spencer looked so peaceful. His eyes were closed, lashes brushing along his cheeks, and his mouth slightly parted while his chest rose in a steady rhythm, a sign of him in complete slumber. She had seen the drowsiness in his eyes the moment he walked through the door this evening, the fatigue clumped in his shoulders as he kissed her in greeting. It had been days since the last time he had proper sleep, having to travel across the country for a recent case, and today he finally had the chance to rest his bones from all of the work.

But it also meant it had been eleven days, fifteen hours, and forty-six minutes since the last time she had him buried deep inside her...

Not that she was counting.

Fine—maybe she was. Maybe she was keeping up with their time apart because being with him was something she looked forward to, in and out of the bedroom. How could she not? He was her partner; her smart, caring boyfriend who she loved too damn much and would do anything to bide the time relishing in his presence.

Although tonight she did have a specific activity in mind, which now seemed more like wishful thinking considering he was already deep in slumber. He needed the sleep, she reminded herself. He was simply tired and he needed all the rest he could get.

Swallowing hard, Y/n tried to push her desire back down. She turned over, laid back down on her back, and let her eyelids fall back down as she settled her arms to her side. But the position was too uncomfortable. She let out a groan and shifted again, hips moving along the bed a few times before she finally stopped.

The feel of something shifting woke Spencer up, his mind slowly stirring awake. A soft sigh escaped him as he lay silently, his mind quieted in the stillness of the night. Then his breathing evened out a moment later, exhaustion of the past few days took over before his eyelids lowered, body drifting back to sleep. Except for a little bit later, he heard more rustling along the pillow, a soft, feminine sound of frustration barely ringing in his ears. This time he slowly opened his eyes, adjusting himself in the dark.

The first thing he noticed was a mass of hair laid in front of him, then bare arms and a slender body clad in a silky nightgown. There was silence as he tried to pick up her breathing, watching her back move steadily in the poorly lit room. When another exasperated sigh escaped her, Spencer inched closer and reached out, an arm wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer toward him.

"Hey," he softly murmured, concerned about her constant movements in her sleep. "You alright?"

Y/n stopped herself from letting out a moan. On normal occasions, being pressed up against him in bed would lull her to sleep, the comfort of his arms provided an immense amount of warmth and safety. Definitely not tonight. The way his arm tightened around her, tugging her back into his solid chest awoken that part of her she tried to suppress. The heat of his body enveloped her and she found herself leaning back, accepting the warmth he was offering.

"Hmm," her returning hum answered, sinking deeper into his embrace.

"Bad dream?"

She stopped herself from snorting. She couldn't even get a wink of sleep and here he was, concerned about the possibility of her having nightmares. But it was a better reason than to admit why she couldn't rest her eyes, so she nodded, her voice slightly breathless as she whispered, "Something like that."

The silence in the air after her reply was jarring. If Spencer was half-awake before, he was fully awake now, the rasp in her voice far too familiar for him to ignore. And when he finally regained his consciousness back, he became highly aware of his surroundings. The soft mattress underneath him, the plush pillow below his head, and the soft curves pressed against him.

He could feel her body trembling underneath his palm, her breathing picking up its pace as his fingers glided along her stomach. He could practically hear the sound of her heartbeat as he pulled her even closer, his head shifting along her shoulder, his nose brushing against the back of her neck. The subtle fragrance of flowers and honey filled his nostrils as he breathed in her scent, nuzzling further into her, the stubble of his jaw grazing along her skin.

"Spence," she muttered, tilting her head into the pillow. "What are you doing?"

"You seem to be having trouble sleeping." She felt the bed shift behind her as he moved again, and then a moment later she felt him pressing his hips into her ass. She let out a gasp. "I'm helping you relax."

She felt something pleasantly warm grazing her neck, his lips moving deliberately slow, as if he was in no hurry and only wanted to savor the taste of her skin. His hand then slid further up her stomach, palm flat as it dragged up her body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. It eventually stopped its roam, halting its search when he cupped her left breast tenderly.

She couldn't stop the strained moan from slipping out of her mouth. "Sleep isn't exactly on my mind right now."

"I figured," he murmured beside her ear, his hot breath drawing goosebumps along her skin. "How long have you been awake?"

His hand gently kneaded her breast as his mouth traveled along her neck. Her eyelids lowered slightly, a wet heat forming between her thighs as her arousal intensified. "I haven't slept."

"And why is that?" A finger brushed across her nipple through her thin nightgown. She suppressed a helpless whimper as his thumb circled around the nub, caressing it so gently she could feel her body shaking with need. "Go on." He tugged on her nipple between his fingers. "Use your words."

"I..." She felt his tongue softly grazing her skin before he wrapped his mouth around her flesh, sucking on the spot. What was she to say? That she was too aroused to relax? She carefully weighed her words, feeling bashful verbalizing her thoughts, so she finally settled with, "It was too hot."

He hummed in response, somehow acknowledging the meaning behind her words. She watched as his hand left her breast, sliding up her bare arm before it settled on the strap of her flimsy sleepwear. He gently tugged down the thin string as his mouth lowered towards her shoulder, languorously trailing kisses down the line of it. "We should do something about that, shouldn't we?"

She couldn't think clearly when his touch sent her into a whirlwind of chaos. To crave something was one thing, to actually acquire that craving was an entirely different thing. She had wanted to feel him so much, but as his hand trailed back to her now-exposed breast, her mind was in a mess of desperate longing and need. Somehow his mouth trailing on her neck wasn't enough. Somehow his callused fingers stroking her nipple wasn't enough. She needed to feel every inch of his body on her. She wanted all of him.

More, more, more.

"Spence," she breathed out, her hoarse voice hanging in the air.

A ghost of a smile played on his lips. "Tell me." His grip on her nipple tightened, and she shuddered at the sensation. "Tell me what you want."

"You," she answered in a daze. "I want you."

"What do you want me to do?" He gently bit her flesh. "Do you want me to make you feel good? Do you want me to touch you, relax the tension in your body?" Then her heart sped up in her chest, slamming roughly into her rib cage at his next words.

"Do you want me to fuck you to sleep?"

A strangled whimper left her mouth. Spencer was a lot of things in bed. When they had first been together, he was so timid and unsure of himself, too caught up in his thoughts that left him too afraid to touch her—which she honestly hadn't minded, she loved being the one who saw his transformation in the bedroom. But when he finally started to loosen up and be himself with her, exploring things he wanted to try, to finally take control? It drove her absolutely wild to experience him gain his confidence it made her weak in the knees every damn time.

Like this side of him now always managed to render her speechless. Perhaps it was the way he was so poised and calm outside the bedroom, a very different demeanor when he was alone with her, that made it all seem so overwhelming. In the safety of their bedroom, he was everything he desired, and being crude and demanding was what he decided to be this night.

His hand caressing her nipple slid up her chest, his fingers gently wrapping around the base of her neck. Her breath hitched as he softly gripped it, pulling her even further into his chest. "Tell me, is that what you want?"

She was breathing even heavier now, her shoulders heaving with each audible inhale. "Yes."

He bit her earlobe, evoking another breathless shudder out of her. "Explain it in words, I need you to speak to me."

Y/n enjoyed the sweet, gentle way he made love to her. She really did. Very, very much so. But there was a certain enjoyment whenever he was in control. Whenever he let himself go and have his way with her—crass words over sweet nothings, rough stokes over soft touches. It burned her skin and gripped onto her arousal, waking up the submissive side of her which she enjoyed more than she should probably have.

Spencer's grip tightened at her silence. "Are you not going to answer me?"

"Yes," she quickly responded, feeling the subtle bulge of him pressed along her backside. "Please."

"Please... what?"

She couldn't believe he was making her say it. Y/n inhaled a sharp breath and leaned into his touch, practically shifting the weight of her body on top of him. "Spence."

"I need to hear the words or you won't get anything at all," he spoke, his thumb grazing her chin.

The thought of being left sexually frustrated was enough for her to nod, giving in to his command. "Yes," she whispered, and because she wanted to make him feel as desperate as she was, she squirmed, hips writhing along his groin as she searched for friction. "I want you to fuck me to sleep."

A pleased rumble vibrated in his throat. Letting go of her neck, his hand trailed down her body and landed on the top of her thigh, gently massaging the muscle beneath his palm. His fingers skimmed up toward her skin, pushing up her nightgown, exposing more delicate skin and skimpy underwear barely covering her ass. Then it happened so fast. One moment he was caressing her, the next thing she knew his hand drew back before it came barreling forward with a sharp smack that echoed in the room. She gasped in pleasant surprise, her clit throbbing in excitement as his palm rubbed along the stinging flesh.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

She whimpered in response. Then his hand retreated from her ass only to come flying forward again with another sharp crack. Her hips jolted forward at the impact, her eyes closing at the delicious sting as his hand held onto her her stomach. His fingers then slowly trailed south and her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his lips hot on her ear.

"Open your legs, sweetheart."

Her knees fell apart at the demand, one of her legs laying on top of his. She waited for him to touch her, to dip his hand into her aching folds in the confinement of her underwear. Instead, his fingers slipped into the side of her fabric, tugging the material to the side, exposing wet, damp skin to his desire. The slick evidence of her arousal stuck onto the fabric so thickly it was enough for her to feel the heat creeping along her cheeks.

"Would you look at that?" He whispered, lips touching the back of her ear. "I haven't even touched you here and you're already soaking wet."

Her heart was pounding hard in her chest as she watched him. There wasn't a moment of hesitation while his fingers tugged the waistband of her underwear, gingerly sliding them down her legs before pulling them past her feet and casting them somewhere over the side of the bed. Then he grabbed onto her knee, parting her legs further apart but not doing anything to quench her desire. He could feel her trembling, writhing with need as she pressed further into his front.

The cool air hit her exposed skin, and it took a lot of self-control for her not to beg even further, but the way her body squirmed was enough to let him know what she craved. Though his hand stayed where it was, firmly gripping onto her left leg, sliding it on top of his while his lips lazily mapped along her neck.

"Here's what we're going to do," his gruff voice filled her ears. "I'm going to touch you, I'm going to please you in every way you like—" His hand slid painfully slow down her thigh before it came to a complete stop. "—but you can only cum when I give you permission to." His fingers inched closer to her throbbing heat. "Do I make myself clear?"

A shiver spread along her body, understanding what he meant by those words. He wanted to rule her, he wanted to be the one in charge of her own body. And while she should've felt appalled at the thought, her arousal rather grew deeper at every ticking second as he waited for her reply.

And then suddenly his fingers wrapped around her neck again, gently pressing onto her skin as he jutted his hips towards her. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," she begged him, her hand lightly tugging around his arm. "Perfectly clear."

Then his hand trailed down again, slightly brushing her aroused nipples before it settled on the heated span between her legs. When the pads of his fingers lightly grazed her clit, his teeth bit down on her shoulder. A hiss of pleasure instantly flew out of her mouth. Two of his fingers began running back and forth between her damp folds, the sensation was gradually pulling shallower and shallower breaths from her.

"You're so wet," he growled against her skin. "This what you've been needing?"

She faintly nodded, her hips moving gradually with his fingers. His fingers circled in swift motion and it was enough for her to roll her head back onto his shoulder. His fingers then slid back into her slicked entrance before he abruptly slipped two of them into her. Eyes snapping shut, she groaned in pleasure. He began thrusting slowly into her over and over, curling them deep inside. A whimper escaped her mouth at the feel of them as he began to pump into her roughly, her hips pressing eagerly back into his hand.

"I can already feel you clenching around my fingers," he whispered. "You really needed this, didn't you?"

"So much," she found herself answering, a hand grasping onto his arm as he kept thrusting his fingers at a steady pace. "I needed you."

"Then you have me. You'll always have me."

A breathy moan flew out of her at his words, her back arched in response. She felt his lips pulling into a smile along her skin, thrusting his fingers all the way in. She moaned loudly, her head dropping down between his shoulders as he pulled his fingers out before quickly pushing them right back inside.

"Spence," she breathlessly sighed, his fingers still vigorously thrusting into her, only pausing to occasionally curl inside of her which in turn had her toes curling on the bed, her body feeling closer to the edge of her release. "I-I'm gonna—"

"No. You're not."

She let out a loud groan, griping his arm as he thrust deeper, his fingers spreading wider into her as another finger entered her heat. His warm breath was brushing over her skin, the sensation mingled with his finger still thrusting into her deliciously pleasant. "Baby, I-I can't—"

"You can," he whispered, his breathing sounding harsher than before. "You're going to wait until I give you my permission."

A harsh moan ripped in her throat, her body spasming as she tried to force herself to control her body. but it was getting harder to do when her vision felt like it was blurring, her breath coming in sharp pants as his fingers continued to drive into her, the sensation had her legs shaking. She could hear how wet she was, the slick sound of him pumping into her echoed in the room.

"You're really enjoying this," he ground out as his pace picked up. "You're already so close."

She nodded against the pillow, whimpering out an affirmative noise that wasn't quite a word.

"Then I can't let that happen."

Instead of getting what she wanted, he abruptly pulled his fingers out from inside of her before she whined in protest. The loss of his touch on her body was too much to handle as she gripped his arm again, guiding him back between his legs. Spencer couldn't help the amusement dripping in his voice as he watched her move his fingers with her own. "What are you doing?"

"Spence, I was so close—"

"That's not how this works."

Then he retrieved his hand again before shifting behind her, and when she caught him pulling down his sweatpants, she couldn't help but arch her body towards him. She swallowed hard, goosebumps raising along her skin as she watched him pull out his cock, his hand gripping onto the length of it as he settled between her legs.

A moment later she felt the head of his cock rubbing through her damp folds, a shudder running down her spine at the sensation, a soft hum vibrating through her lips. She felt him line himself up with her entrance, her breath feeling like it was catching in her throat as she impatiently waited for him.

And then, finally, after many days of being apart, the tip of him slid inside of her so slowly. A gasp fell out of her mouth. Spencer rumbled out a very gruff, contented noise as he gradually sunk even deeper inside of her, pausing to let herself adjust to him.

"You feel so warm," he groaned out. "So perfectly warm."

She moaned in response, breath coming in hard. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

She could feel her walls fluttering around him, trying to adjust to his girth. Then his hips slowly began rocking into her, pleasure washing over her body in waves at the sensation. His mouth lowered beside her ear, each of his panting breaths falling straight into it. "Nice—" He moved his hips back before pushing them forward leisurely, enjoying the way she clenched around him. "—and slow."

The roll of his hips pulled her into a trance as her body responded; muscles straining, eyes widening, lips parting. Sparks of electricity began to ricochet along every nerve. The coil inside her was building up, her chest was rising and falling faster, more and more, dragging desperate breaths into her lungs with every thrust of his hips.

Then her eyes shifted downwards, watching the way he entered her deliciously body. It was a strange sight, to watch her body react to something so wonderful. Her muscles tensed, goosebumps sprang up along her skin, and it was all there for her viewing pleasure. She watched as he shoved himself into her, over and over again, her walls trembling at how intoxicating he was making her feel.

"Baby, I—" she whimpered, trembling in her wake. "I can't hold much longer."

"You can," he assured her, his fingers digging into her skin.

Weak and desperate, she surrendered in the wake of the urge elicited by his abrasive touch. His hands were all over her, large and expansive, confident in the way he touched, squeezed, and fondled every part of her body. Eager flames bloomed in the pit of her gut. "I—I can't."

He relished the way she clenched around him, her breathing coming out shallow as he took what he wanted. Then he gripped her hips, building up his pace as he thrust deeper into her. "You're so close, I can feel it," he pointed out. "Do you want to cum?"

She tried to focus her mind on something other than the feeling of him inside her. "Yes."

"Hmm," he hummed out, his pace briefly slowing. His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he demanded, "Beg me or I'll stop."

A whimper left her. "Spence."

His lips found her neck when he felt her walls squeezing him even tighter, "Do you want to cum?" he repeated against her skin.

"Mhmm."

"Use your words," he groaned as he increased the pace of his movements. "Say it."

Swallowing hard, her head rolled against his shoulder. Her lips were quivering as he kept up his pace, her body inching closer and closer to her release. She was fighting to hold it back, her body slowly beginning to shake along the mattress.

"Beg." Thrust. "Me." Thrust.

She was so close. Her eyes were half-lidded her voice rang in the air, breathless and desperate for his mercy from the overwhelming pleasure. "Please," she finally breathed out, almost letting out a cry, her lips parted in delight. "Baby—I-I... please let me cum."

"What was that?"

"Spencer," she whimpered desperately. "Please. Please. Let me—fuck.. baby, please."

This time she did let out a cry.

He snarled behind her before his teeth snapped at her earlobe, tugging at the delicate skin. Her body was quaking on the bed as she whined, struggling to hold back any longer. And when she felt like she was about to lose control, he finally released her earlobe and spoke, "Go on, then. Cum for me."

A loud moan flew up out of her throat, her body pressing back into his. She felt the hard clench of her walls around his length as pleasure spread through her entire body. As the coil in her stomach grew, she couldn't help but snake a hand down to where they were connected and quickly found her throbbing sex. Catching her desperate fingers, he swatted her hand away, replacing it with his own as his fingers circled around her clit.

His rough fingers taunting their joint bodies tipped her over that tantalizing edge. She felt each pulse of her walls so acutely, felt the heat flow throughout her spine as the high she reached never came to an end. He buried his face into her neck, kissing and biting the smooth skin. A certain movement from his fingers made her whole body shake. She couldn't handle it, couldn't see through the tears falling, couldn't feel anything but him and the hot pleasure.

She finally came with a scream, wrenched from her throat so roughly it seared its way out of her lungs and into the air. She felt herself clench around him, hard, and his hips shuddered violently against her. Her ears tingled at the rhythm of his grunts as he exhaled her name, his thrusts growing erratic. Then she felt him completely, she could feel his warmth seeping into her heat as he let out the most primal groan she had ever heard.

Silence engulfed them afterward, their heart slowing down from their erratic breathing. It wasn't until he slipped out of her that she let out a tired moan, her voice echoing in the dark. He gently grabbed her body and turned her around, cradling her cheek before leaning in for a kiss.

Then slowly, but steadily, all he tasted was her. It felt like a missing puzzle falling back to its place as his warm lips connected with hers. He was so enraptured by her touch, by the taste of her, that it took a lot for him to pull away. Breathing heavily, he finally rested his head back onto his pillow, a coy smile stretched on his lips as his thumb stroked along her cheek.

"Hi."

A sincere smile flourished on her face. "Hi."

"Well, that was... something."

She laughed as she leaned closer, wrapping her arm around his waist. "It was fun."

"It really was," he agreed, suddenly feeling shy as he realized what had just occurred. "I always surprise myself when I'm with you."

"Good," she simply said. He wrapped his arms around her as she settled in his embrace. They lay in comfortable silence, her head on his chest, legs draped over him as his fingers drew lazy patterns on her thigh. Then after a moment of relishing each other's presence, his deep voice cut through the silence.

"You know," he started, his voice very soft. "You could've just woken me up if you have trouble sleeping."

She slightly leaned back to look up at him. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you."

"Nothing about you will ever be disturbing to me."

She wrinkled her nose. "Even if you got home from a long, exhausting trip, you wouldn't mind if I woke you up for sex?"

"I'd especially want to be woken up for that reason," he replied in disbelief. His fingers trailed under her chin, angling her gaze on him. "Wouldn't you?"

She smiled at the thought. There was a delightful feeling as her mind wandered on the possibility of him interrupting her sleep because he craved her touch. "Alright," she agreed. "Duly noted."

His arms tightened around her. "Do you think you can sleep now?"

She hummed out a positive response, her face burrowing along his skin, just beneath his chin. Her body suddenly felt the heavy post-sexual bliss, and now surrounded by his warmth, she could feel the fatigue creeping into her body.

"I was hoping so," he murmured.

Tugging the sheets up higher over their body, she felt him shifting along the bed for a minute, his arms encircling her waist. His chin was carefully tucked onto the top of her head as he drew her in tight under the covers. And when the steady rhythm of his breathing embraced her, her body finally relaxed, falling into sleep.

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[bradshawsbaby]

Ohhhhh I gotta tell you that Rhett + "come here.  I'm taking care of you tonight.  and you’re gonna let me" = absolute perfection!!! 🥹

I love it! 🥹 And I don’t know why, but this just screamed Nurse!Reader to me, so that’s what we’re going with!

You were honestly shocked you had managed to get yourself home without driving your truck off the road or getting into an accident. If you really thought long and hard about it, it was probably grossly irresponsible of you to get behind the wheel of a car considering how exhausted you were. But at the same time, you knew that if you didn’t get out of the hospital the very minute your shift ended, you were going to lose your mind.

Every time you worked a double shift, you swore it would be the last time. And yet here you were again, suckered into picking up an extra shift for a co-worker who almost certainly would never return the favor. Sixteen never-ending hours in the ER.

Rhett wasn’t happy about it. When you’d gone to kiss him goodbye, clad in the same scrubs you were wearing now, he’d grumbled about how you needed to “stop being so generous to those lazy bastards who take advantage of you.”

You just hoped he wasn’t still upset about it. Every part of your body ached, and all you wanted was a nice, hot shower and the longest sleep of your life. Preferably with your grumpy cowboy’s arms wrapped around you.

Stumbling up the drive, you fumbled around in your pocket for your keys, barely able to keep your eyes open or place one foot in front of the other. Before you even made it to the bottom step, Rhett was opening the front door, the warmth of your shared home wrapping around you like a comforting hug.

“C’mere,” he murmured soothingly, rushing down the stairs to meet you and wrapping a secure arm around your waist. “Look at you, darlin’. Damn near dead on your feet.” He shook his head as he guided you up the stairs and into the house.

“Just a little tired is all,” you yawned, wanting to collapse into his arms, but trying not to show it. When you bent down to untie your sneakers, Rhett stopped you with a hand on your arm, squatting down to unlace them for you.

“Uh-uh, baby. I’m takin’ care of you tonight. And you’re gonna let me,” he insisted, his blue eyes twinkling with concealed amusement as he looked up at you. “You’ve done enough takin’ care of everybody else.”

You were so exhausted that you didn’t even argue as he lifted you up into his arms and carried you off to the bathroom, where he stripped you out of your grimy scrubs and helped you into the shower, washing your hair and massaging your sore back with his strong fingers. By the time he got you dressed in one of his T-shirts and brushed your hair, you were already fast asleep, mouth hanging open as he pulled the blankets over you.

Rhett chuckled, crawling into bed beside you and taking you into his arms, his lips pressed against your neck. “G’night, my darlin’.”

soft(ish) angst prompts

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range #rhett drabble #lewis pullman

[moxfirefly]

Hello hello ma’am! May I get some really raunchy, rough sex with reader x Donnie? Perhaps some sexual frustration or tension that just has to be unleashed. And then some soft soothing cunniligus for after care? Do your filthiest my dear. I love your work!! 💜💜💜💜

When am I not in the mood for this guy. Alright let’s do this, been a hot minute.

Goes without saying,

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There was never a proper way to explain what this felt like. Being with him so intimately, all the in’s and out’s of a night spent with Donnie could warrant a long long talk.

Never a dull moment, that could surmise it best.

All train of thought sort off barreled to a halt when his mouth found your hip and teeth sank into the flesh there. It was a mixture of a tickle and arousal that spot.

To say he had been at it for hours was an understatement. It at least felt like an eternity, he had that tendency to keep going and going until you were an incomprehensible mess of words. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary when he gripped the underside of your knees and pushed them up and against you. He wanted leverage, wanted you open and willing for him. That smacking of his hips mixed with sweat and all sorts of fluids were just enough to show how long this had been going for.

Donnie wasn’t through just yet, he needed to at least pull one more orgasm from you to feel fully satisfied himself. Oversensitivity had already hit and that dull ache mixed with the pleasure was doing wonders to you. Each moan, each slam, each time you said his name, it urged him on. You felt his hand wrap it self around your throat, his thumb caressing up and down before he gently but purposefully squeezed enough to make you clench around him. “You like that so much, don’t you?” It was teasing, of course he was teasing, he was riding the high of what he was doing to you. Something close to nodding was all you could manage and that along rewarded you with another squeeze before he leaned down to capture you in a kiss. He peppered those kisses around your jaw afterwards, that gentleness he possessed always showed up even in these types of sessions.

But back to matters at hand, he had to of course resume his original plan of leaving you spent.

Those hips of his slammed and they slapped against your own and the lull of his kisses left. Your eyes glues themselves to where you were both joined, and that seem to only rile him up even more. “Yesss, keep looking, want you to watch what I do to you, see how pretty of a mess I make in you” He leaned back to offer more space for said view, held your legs apart by the thighs and made quite the show of pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.

Words weren’t even something you could consider, there was simply no way of you managing anything that wasn’t a combination of a wail with his name attached to it. “Keep watching, keep watching how I fuck you” Oh, oh Christ there was no way you could cum again but he was clearly about to prove you wrong. That very thumb that had been caressing your throat not too long ago had found itself on your oversensitive clit and Donnie of course decided to rub those treacherous slow circles that always got you. Your breath caught and he couldn’t help but smirk. He was angling his hips and that particular spot that killed you was being touched.

Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened and whatever else inhabited your mind was eliminated. It was sudden and such a rush, your thighs cramped up and Donnie didn’t stop thrusting until he was sure you rode through your release in its entirety. The squeeze around his cock made his eyes roll back, it was imposible to ignore each tremor that pulled him and inevitably made him cum deep within you. With a few lazy thrusts he pulled out just a little to see the last of his cum leave in small spurts on you.

What was air anyways? You knew you needed it to come back into your lung but right about now it was proving quite hard in doing so. Donnie’s large hands kneaded your hips, soothing some of the stiffness but quickly you noticed the shift in the bed.

He was sliding down.

Throwing a leg over his shell.

“I-ohmyfuckinggod” Your toes curled, more overstimulation hitting you as Donnie began to lick your folds. He lovingly lapped at your combined mess, groaning with each stroke of his tongue.

Your hands flew to his head, a hand finding his shell to which to gently smacked. “I’m gonna fucking faint, Don please” Your voice was small and shaky but thankfully he understood you had reach your limit. A few final licks had him resting his cheek on your thigh. The warmth of his breathing hitting you, he drew circles on the skin and smiled sleepily when he felt your fingers rubbing the top of his head.

Against the flesh of your thigh he mumbled he loved you.

Somewhere between exhaustion and sleep grabbing you, you told him you loved him too.

#ask #raisin-shell #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt donatello x reader #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #requested oneshot #smut #Donatello #Donnie

[hypnos333]

Love on the brain

Claudia X Reader

Synopsis: You are Claudia’s lover and Lestat has you and Louis right under his thumb and Claudia doesn’t like her lover seeing being so close to her enemy

All your life you lived with authority in your life I guess that’s why you can say Lestat and Louis always considered you a legit child. When you met Claudia it was so very random.

You were just eating from the cookie jar till they entered with her.

“Sunshine meet Claudia she’s a new addition to the family” Louis greeted making you look at claudia with your light brown eyes.

“Why does she have different eyes?” Is she a vampire too? Oh you look so beautiful too!” Claudia rambled making you nervously chuckle as she got close to your face.

“Thanks” You said before rushing to your cookie jar then back to your casket

“Oh yes little miss sunshine, she’s differently a joyful but nervous around strangers. Don’t worry my lil milkweed she’ll get used to you do time” Lestat said as Louis sigh leading Claudia around.

“Be aware of a snake also” Louis warned making Claudia gulp down her spit. “Is it poisonous?” She asked.

“His name is Faust and no he is not poisonous so don’t worry your little pretty head” Lestat answered as they showed her the basics of being a Vampire

And do time You did get used to Claudia and you introduced her to Faust who was always being lazy in your room. Even after Charlie, Claudia fell in love with you. You seemed to always smile and laugh. You though seem to love Claudia but you noticed her humanity is off after Charlie.

After Louis and Lestat read her Diary, you distance yourself from her. And she left.

Secretly she been following you. and the mess of your family but mostly you. And then the fight between Louis and Lestat until Lestat left.

3 years. A lot changed in 3 years for instance Claudia begged you to go on a date. You said yes of course. You would always sneak in her coffin with just a bra and sweats before sneakily kiss her with het hands on your waist and your arms around her neck in the small space.

Her hands would wander up your skin to under your sports bra playing with your breast as you moan quietly. Until she’ll slip her hands out before putting her hands on your ass.

“You tease” You pouted as she kissed your neck as you close your eyes and enjoy her touch.

“Goodnight my love” She mumbled in your ear “Good night” You sigh

When you were alone walking to feast you saw Lestat, someone you haven’t seen in years shows up with a small gift in his hands.

“Hello my sunshine” he greeted her with a mysterious smirk. “Hello Lestat, May I help you with something?” You asked with a ick in your voice.

“Oh just wanna drop off a gift for you I was gonna give it to you earlier but it seems like Claudia have her plans” Lestat said handing her the gift. You opened it to see these most beautiful pink ring one standing out as you noticed it matched one ring he was wearing.

“I know how much you love rings especially matching ones” he smirked already winning her heard once more.

“I-I thought you hated matching Wha-“With you my little sunshine its an exception” He said gently to her.

You rushed and gave him a bone crushing hug before repeating the same works “Thank you” over again. You came home happy and smiling and both Louis and Claudia looked worried at that.

So they read her mind and Claudia was fuming with rage as her lover forgave him and I don’t think she was gonna tell Claudia anytime soon until Louis forgave him and he did.

She stormed out making You follow her in a rush leaving Louis thinking about forgiving the same man.

“HOW COULD YOU?!?” Claudia yelled baring her teeth out making you slightly flinch at the noise.

“Lestat is like a father figure to me, Claudia and I knew him longer then you so back off” You hissed before rushing away from her.

You sat on the roof for hours drinking blood bags and eating croissants. Until Louis came checking on her, he sat next to her before taking her blood bag drinking the rest of it making her give him an irritated look.

“Was that necessary Louis?” You asked him making him chuckled.

“Listen Sunshine I know how you’re feeling” he said ignoring the question. You already know where this conversation is going as you rolled your eyes.

“Hey! Don’t you eyes at me, I know you love Lestat as Family but- “He hides to many secrets… he hides to much I mean” You interrupt him making him nod as sigh.

“I know what you mean and I’m scared to be alone. What if I loose you or Claudia? I’ll be alone with no one” You shared your thoughts.

“Oh Darling i’m forever gonna be with you, me and Claudia aren’t leaving you ever” Louis reassured making her hug him tightly.

“Thank you Louis” You mumbled making hum in content.

Days past as they forgave Lestat Except Claudia.

“Louis, and My love I have a plan” Claudia said in they’re head

Louis and You worriedly look at each other as Claudia and Lestat continued to play chess.

“My love as much as you see him as a father figure we’re gonna kill him” She continued

“We’re gonna kill Lestat”

#interview with the vampire #claudiaxreader #Interview with the vampire x reader #vampire x reader

[athielive]

Consider: Mischa x an absolute sweetheart reader who's the biggest "good kid" who snaps and goes batshit when something major happens between Mischa and his 'parents' and he comes over to reader's house for support.

thank you for this idea im really excited to write it :)

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You finished tidying your room and sprawled out across your bed as you picked up your phone and began scrolling through texts.

The choir group chat had been spammed in the few hours you were away from it, mostly just Noel and Ocean arguing over which songs to do at the next performance.

Usually you can end these arguments in a mere minute, but since you were offline Ricky had to try sort it out- you can’t say no to him.

You clicked off the group chat and saw the text Mischa sent you five minutes ago:

‘They kicked me out again I’m coming over.’

He knew he was welcome at all times, you’re family understood the problems with his home life and were happy to take care of him when his adoptive parents failed to do so.

You rushed downstairs to let them know, of course it was fine by them, then ran to the snack draw to get his favourite sweets and some chocolate milkshake. (it can help fix anything!)

The doorbell rang and you hurried over to let him in. You greeted him with a smile and he quickly went through to thank your parents for letting him come over then he followed you up to your room.

He laid down in your bed watching you pace around collecting random blankets and pillows before chucking them on the bed.

Almost immediately he grabbed his favourite one and threw it over himself, holding it up so you could join him under it. He rested his head on your chest and hugged you as if you would disappear when he lets go.

“Do you want to talk about it Misch?” You asked, playing with his hair.

You could feel him nodding as he sighed.

“They brought up my mother again. Said I was useless like her. All I did was defend her and they kicked me out.” He sounded like he was about to cry, you knew he would in a matter of minutes so you checked your tissues were still on your desk.

The one thing that really pissed you off was when they brought his mom into it. They surely knew it got to him and that’s why they did it. Fucking psychos.

“They can actually fuck off.” You said, causing Mischa to get up and look at you.

“They’re lazy dickheads who take all their problems out on an undeserving kid who they’re supposed to love and care for. And then they have the nerve to kick you out as if you did something wrong by defending the only parental figure you’ve ever had. I hate them so much.” You shouted, ranting on and on oblivious to the shocked boy beside you.

He knew you hated them but he had never seen you this mad, talking this badly about people. Part of him was proud knowing that some of this was probably due to his influence.

“I wish I could just get you away from them forever.” You said somewhat calmly.

He rested his head down on your pillow facing himself towards you. “It’s okay my love.”

“No it’s not! They never even gave you a chance. I just want someone to give you and chance and see how caring and perfect you really are. Fuck everyone.” You snapped, finally realising how much you had been holding in.

There was so much built up anger you had towards them that you had never really got out. You usually only comfort him but today you ended his ‘parents’ which in all honesty helped him more.

It became one of the days he looked back to for proof that there are people out there who really care for him.

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa bachinski x reader #mischa rtc #rtc #fanfic #x reader

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Chokehold - Ch. 4

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Pairing: Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6,252

Warning: Swearing, referenced SA, choking, hints of sexual content. Butcher is a living, breathing warning label.

A/N: Once again, it's probably longer than it should be. But I've fought with this chapter for too long, and I want to get this moving. When I decided to make this a series it was only going to be about three chapters. Now it's looking closer to...seven? Ten? Fifteen? I honestly don't know how deep I'm going to go. But there's lots more coming. As before, there is slight inference to SA, so please be aware of that. Enjoy.

With all of the bouncing back and forth you do between the FBSA and the Boys, it's not often you find a whole day off. So when one finally arrives, you've already committed to doing practically nothing. Maybe a little tidying up around your place but otherwise you're ready for a day of rest.

It's late morning when you drag yourself out of bed and shuffle into the kitchen for coffee. After starting the machine to brew, you head back to your bathroom for a quick shower. As the water begins to reach your ideal temperature, you muse over ways to pass the day. Part of you contemplates messaging Butcher and setting up a rolling session later that evening. Maybe it's the whole exercise-induced endorphin rush thing, but you think you might be getting addicted to the lessons.

Or maybe you're getting addicted to alone time with Butcher. As you strip down and step into the spray, it's something you seriously consider. Yes, jiu jitsu is fun in its own exhausting, bruising fashion. But you know how dangerous it would be to ignore how much you look forward to just being around him. Kimiko, Frenchie, MM, they all are endeared to you in their own way. And maybe it's that whole trauma-bonding in this line of work as well. But as demanding of a teacher Butcher is, there's an odd comfort in the mellow after hours with just the two of you in the office. You each know how to grate on the others nerves but it's often turned into playful banter. If you could put “Butcher" and “playful” in the same sentence. 

There's also that slight shift in your dynamic that you've noticed lately. Those little moments when you grasp a move, a concept, when you test the murky waters of his patience to ask him to expand on a technique for you. Or when for the first time you sink a counter and not even think about it, and he gets that look on his face. That look where his eyes crinkle at the corners and there's just that subtle hint of a smile, and if you're lucky he'll acknowledge that you've actually made progress. It looks uncannily like pride, and you'd be damned if it doesn't get to you.

Then of course, you couldn't forget that Butcher's been getting to your whispering sexual frustration. The dreams had remained consistent in their frequency, but at this point you quit being wary of them. To be honest, you've kind of come to like seeing what tantalizing scenarios lie in store for you when you drift off at night. As long as you don't linger too long on it during the day, and you damn sure don't dwell on it when you're around Butcher that is. It's almost…fun, if you don't wish too hard for the phantom whisker burn on your inner thighs to be real…

You shake your head and refocus on the shower. No, probably best not to set up a lesson. It's best to let him take the lead on that. You don't know what's on his plate anyway. It's not until you've dried and start shrugging into some shorts and an oversized t-shirt, forcing yourself to muse over your breakfast options, that you hear your phone buzz in the bedroom.

You snatch it off the bed and pad back into the kitchen. Feeling particularly lazy you settle for some frozen waffles and toss them into the toaster. When you finally check your cell the screen glares back three missed texts and two missed calls. All from Hughie.

Ignoring the slight pit in your stomach, you quickly fetch yourself a cup of coffee and read the first text.

Something came up. Need to talk in person. Are you home?

The toaster dings and you spare only the time needed to put them on a plate. You return to the second message. Please, Y/N. I know it's your day off but it's urgent.

You don't get the chance to read the third before there's knocking at your door. The pit in your stomach gets a little heavier and you creep to the peephole. Recognizing the lanky figure in your doorway, you undo all the locks with a slight sigh of relief and swing it open.

"Sorry, Hughie, I just started reading your-. Annie?" You're slightly startled to see her just a step behind him in street clothes. They share the same air of tension about them that their smiles don't quite brush away. You glance from her to him and ask, "What's going on?"

"Hey, Y/N. You remember those files you told me about a few days ago?"

You nod, remembering that you had finally confessed to him of the paperwork about a week after you realized they were gone. He had ribbed you about it then and you had shrugged it off with him. Now he stands in your doorway and you finally notice two files tucked under his arm. But only two. "I'm about to kiss my day off goodbye, aren't I?"

He responds with a nervous chuckle. Then, "Can we come in?"

 ^^^

"You're shitting me, right?" 

You stare at Hughie and Annie who sit on the loveseat opposite of you, the manilla folders gutted across your coffee table in front of you. Each of you have a cup of morning brew, coasters like islands in the sea of papers, but they've been abandoned in the last twenty minutes or so. You lean forward in your seat, tapping on the table. "You're telling me that Vought has made a temporary compound V?"

"If we read this right…Yeah. Yeah, they did," Hughie nods, rubbing the back of his neck.

You turn to Annie. "Is this verifiable? How many in the company know about this? Did you?"

She shakes her head adamantly. "Not me, not any in the Seven, I'm pretty sure of that. I can't swear anything on the stuff we have here, it's deliberately vague. But Stillwell was pulling all the stops to get us in the military. It would make sense that when that failed, the company would shift gears. If they can't take supes to the armed forces…"

"...Turn the armed forces into supes," you finish. "And if it's only temporary, there's no permanent competition with the Seven or anyone else on their roster."

"And don't forget the money," Hughie interjects with a scoff. "I mean, how much do you think they could fuck up Uncle Sam's budget? I mean if they charge per squad? Per soldier, per fucking dose?"

Your gaze skims back over the papers again. You shouldn't be surprised. It's Vought. But it still makes the twinge of a headache form in one of your temples. How the hell are you guys going to combat this? What if the FBSA and the Boys have to turn their aim from glorified celebrities to soldiers?

"Wait, Hughie," you blink. "How did this shit end up on my desk in the first place? How did they disappear and where did you even find them?"

"Ok, slow down, slow down. I've been thinking about that. I don't think these were supposed to end up on your desk. Somebody messed up. My guess is these were supposed to go to Neuman. Which is why I called Annie and I didn't dare talk about it over the phone."

"What do you mean?"

Hughie glanced at Annie before taking a deep breath. "Uh, well…I told Neuman about the files disappearing on you earlier this morning. She told me that she would keep an eye out and send them back to you as soon as they were found. And you said there were three files, right?" You nodded.

"Right after, I was gonna meet with Annie for lunch. The vending machine was outta almond joy's, you've already caught me in your stash. But Neuman sometimes has some at her desk for her kid. I just wanted to sneak a damn candy bar," he laughs. But his face quickly returns to a confused frown. "I found these in her desk. Just these. I didn't see another."

You hold up a hand. "Wait. Are you…are you saying Neuman is covering this up? Covering for Vought? Why?"

"We don't know for sure," Annie quickly answers. "But it doesn't make sense why she would lie about them still being missing, or why it's just these two. Y/N, do you know what is in that last file?"

"God no!," you scoff. "I didn't get a chance to look at any of them! I was swamped that day, they were supposed to be in my catch-up stack for later. If I had seen this…!"

"Which is why I think we need to keep this out of the FBSA," Hughie presses. "This information is too big to be hiding and not acting on. I don't know what Victoria's doing but…I don't trust her right now. I just don't."

A realization flits in your mind and you grab his arm. "Shit, Hughie! You gotta get these back to her desk! Before she finds out-!"

"I know, way ahead of you," he reassures you. "Annie and I thought of that. Neuman is busy this afternoon at another rally. We got at least another hour before she even starts back to the bureau. But we gotta use what we can from these files and find out more about this temporary crap, or whatever else Vought is cooking."

"We should take pictures," Annie suggests, digging out her phone. "I have a feeling we're not going to see these again after this."

"Wait!" You shoot out of your seat and head to one of the drawers in your kitchen. "Not with your phones. You've still got Vought breathing down your neck, and Hughie and I's personal phones could be put under surveillance by the FBSA at any time. Especially if Neuman gets suspicious."

You dig a plain jane cell out and wave it at them before dashing back. "Frenchie and Butcher told me to always keep a burner on hand. The camera's not great but it'll work."

After a few minutes of rifling through the files again, taking quick but precise shots, you turn to Hughie. "Alright. I've just sent those to your burner phone. Where do we start?"

"Annie, you mentioned that Vought probably has some undisclosed labs around the area, right? Maybe we can get some from the source, like we did with the original V? Only more discreet, if we're lucky."

Annie runs her fingers across the files with a look of concentration. "They can't keep everything at the tower… Ah ha! Here!" She stabs at a line of text. "It doesn't give an address per se. But! There's a couple names that keep popping up. One is a Frank Lazzell, one of Vought's senior biochemists. That other sheet looks like a list of prototypes he signed off, maybe? And I bet you the reason he's been stationed upstate for the last fourteen months -"

"There's a V lab there," Hughie finishes.

"The other," she continues, "is a James Walsh. I'm not sure why he's in this file though. He's one of our PR reps. But he is waaay down on the totem pole. Like a blip on the radar. I barely recognize the name."

"Something tells me Vought isn't running a PR charity on this one," you mutter. "Okay. So that's two leads. Point the way, Hughie. Where do you want me to go?"

Hughie stares blankly at you. "What…? What do you mean?"

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'? We got two leads. Do you want me to try to find Frank or -"

"Woah, wait, wait. Let's not get hasty," Hughie insists, holding up a hand.

"Oh c'mon," you huff, feeling another twinge in your temple. "You said you'd give me a chance to ease back into the field when you felt it would be less messy. This couldn't be more perfect!"

"Is that true?" Annie cocks an eyebrow at him. "You told me Y/N was still feeling skittish."

Now it's your brows that shoot up, but only for a second before turning a glare on him. "Yes, Hughie," you say in a voice as stiff and sweet as hardened honey. "I'd like to know that, too. Which one is it? Am I nervous or you?"

"I may have, uh, misspoke a little," he said, glancing nervously between the two of you. He finally settles on you and continues, "Look, let me just get some intel first. You know, be thorough. And then I'll talk to the others, maybe have MM check it out. Then I'll let you know if we can send you after one of these assholes. Okay?"

"If?" You narrow your eyes at him. Then sink back into the couch. The twinge becomes a dull throbbing. "You can't do that. You come over and drop this bombshell, dangle the proverbial carrot in front of me - and then tell me not to go for it? Hughie, the Boys are good but they can't guarantee anything on any operation. No one can. And how are you gonna get your thorough intel when we can't use any FBSA resources on this? We might as well -!"

"No!" You and Annie both jump at his outburst. He sighs before leaning across the table, quickly slipping the papers back into the folders. "I'm not doing it, Y/N. Not till I can be sure."

Annie gives him a reproachful look. "Hughie, if you promised her-"

"I did. And I'll keep it." He barely gives her a glance, his shoulders tensing under her withering look, the tight line of her mouth. He's up and off the couch, files back under his arm in a blink. "But I need you to sit this one out. Until I can be sure it's safe."

Then he's giving you a guilty look and heading for the door. Annie shakes her head, laying a hand on your shoulder. "I'll talk to him. See what's gotten into him. I'm really sorry, Y/N. Hang tight."

She flashes you an apologetic smile. And then she's hot on his heels and they leave you in abrupt silence in your apartment. After securing the door again, you grab the forgotten mugs from the table, shuffling to the kitchen where you dump and rinse theirs in the sink. You place yours in the microwave to reheat, finally taking a snapping bite of your untouched waffles.

The dull throbbing has quickly evolved into a headache, an annoying band across your forehead. Frustration makes your mind stew, boiling and scalding your thoughts. You glance at your phone, your personal one perched on the counter. It stares back at you as your coffee whirls round behind you. When the microwave beeps, you've snatched your phone and already begun typing a message.

"Sorry, Hughie," you whisper to the silence.

The day goes by coated in a layer of mild vexation. You do very little tidying up and instead spend the idle hours trying to distract yourself from your disappointment with your old friend. A little reading, a little mind-numbing scrolling on your phone but it doesn't squash the feeling completely. You've resorted to practicing mobility drills in your living room as you wait for dinner to finish in your oven, when there's a firm knock on your door.

You're up and bounding across the floor in a snap. You barely glance through the peephole before swinging open the door. Butcher leans against the frame, giving a salutary nod before sliding past you. "Evening, love. You making me dinner? Smells good in-"

"I know he talked to you." You say it calm but quickly as you close the door. You are in no mood to entertain idle prattle. You press on as he turns back to you in the entryway. "Probably MM, too. I don't know who else in the crew."

"Who? Hughie? Said there might be another job." He briefly glances you over and for a split second you feel you might flush, feeling just a little underdressed in your shorts. But ignore it as he drawls, "Funny thing that he'd call me on a burner. Just a little dodgy detail. And I'm betting you know why."

"There's a job that we need to keep under the bureau table. We got two leads so far. And if I know Hughie, he's probably going to give you the one furthest from Vought HQ as possible. He wants you to go upstate, doesn't he?"

Butcher tilts his head in a way that you know he's studying you. "He might have mentioned a little recon up north. But he didn't tell me about no second lead. And not about being under the table neither. Having troubles at the bureau, are we?"

"I'll tell you all about it," you nodded. "But…only if you take me with you on the operation."

Butcher gives a mischievous smirk. "I'm getting the distinct impression Hughie don't know I'm here, and what you're asking."

His smirk grows wider when you respond, "Hughie has his own secrets. I don't see why I can't have mine."

^^^

Perhaps it's the fact that Hughie is withholding information from him, or trying to work Butcher's own team under his nose. Either way, he doesn't argue too hard about you tagging along. In fact he's more than happy to direct you the next morning when you call in sick with "a real nasty stomach bug". You're sure Hughie will see through it for the lie that it is, and just as sure that he'll think you're upset and avoiding him. Which, as long as it gives you an alibi for the next couple of days, is just fine by you.

"What about the others?," you ask Butcher as he navigates the old Cadillac out of the city limits. "Should we worry about them?"

"Hughie told you he needed intel. MM and Frenchie -and you know Kimiko's stuck on his ass - are probably going through Walsh's dirty laundry as we speak," he answers as he switches lanes. "Finding out his schedule, his background, his contacts, how he likes his goddamn coffee. Which means they're most likely dealing with Vought sensitive information. And those two won't risk raising suspicions. They're gonna take their time."

"So they'll be busy," you nod. "What if they call though?"

"If Hughie didn't tell me about Walsh, you can bet your ass he's told them to keep me outta the loop. Strictly confidential," Butcher sneers. "And even if you weren't playing sick, he's probably told them to keep you in the same fucking loop." He gives you a conspiratorial smile. "Sticking us two stubborn asses on the outs. Didn't think that through very well, now did he?"

You can't help mirroring his smile and shake your head. "No, he did not."

Butcher returns his gaze to the road and waves his hand in your direction. "We got a couple hours or so, let's go over it again."

You pull out your burner and scroll through your pictures of the files. "Okay, so we know Frank is a scientist working for Vought. We don't have a location of the lab he's working in, but the company has a lease for him just outside of Saratoga Springs."

"Any addresses for a little house call?"

"No, unfortunately. Just an area code. Not even a property manager listed."

"That's alright," Butcher shrugs. "I did a little digging this morning before swinging by your place. Lazzell ain't exactly a common name. And there just so happens to be a few outstanding debts in the area under said name."

"Debts? How did you find that?"

"Saratoga Springs is known for horse racing, casinos and spas. And it tends to bring certain types, including the wealthy aaaand…"

"And gamblers," you finished. "I'm guessing Frank has a streak of bad luck."

"And it's about to get worse. Some of the places he owes have banned him till he pays up. Which means he's gonna find other places to scratch his itch. There's an area on the southern end he seems to be favoring. I've narrowed it down to three locations he hasn't pissed off yet."

"That's a start. But I've only got two days before Hughie and Neuman get suspicious. We can't just wait out at random, can we? Do we even know what he looks like?"

Butcher waves a finger with a smile. "That's where his luck gets worse." He pulls a folded piece of paper out of his coat and hands it to you. You open it to find a grainy but decent copy of a driver's license. The face staring back in bored fashion bears a resemblance to a gaunt pug, and you can't help a little snort.

Butcher tucks the paper back in his pocket with a snort himself before continuing. "He has only one place out of the three that he hasn't nearly maxed out his credit just yet. A little sports bar called Danny-Boy's. And if I were a betting man, I'd say he's gonna try all his luck there before moving to another part of town."

"I like those odds a lot better," you admit. "So, as of right now, the plan is to stake out Danny Boy's and find Frank. Then what?"

"One step at a time, love," Butcher quips. "Let's get up there first and we can iron out the rest."

He turns up the volume on the radio and fiddles with the knobs until he finds a station he seems to tolerate. You take the hint and settle into your seat, turning your attention to the scenery outside. As the minutes tick by, you become increasingly aware that you're fighting your mind from drifting to the previous night's dream. Before you can catch yourself, your eyes land on his hands on the steering wheel, and there's the image of those long, thick fingers making quick work of the button on your jeans, slipping deftly past your pantyline and -

You suck in a deep breath as you shut your eyes, quickly turning it into a yawn before Butcher can notice. When you open your eyes you plant them firmly out the passenger window. Two days alone with Butcher. And nobody knew… 

Maybe you hadn't thought this through as well as you should have.

^^^

The drive up wasn't as uncomfortable once you were able to let your mind wander over more mundane things. Not an easy task with the man right there next to you, almost always in your vision. But with a little effort and a couple pit stops to break the monotony, you had managed. By the time you were rolling up on the outskirts of Saratoga Springs, the ride actually felt a bit pleasant, dare you say normal.

Butcher soon steers the car off the highway, and in a few moments you're pulling into the parking lot of a dated, little motel. It's not the Ritz by any means but it's not nearly as sketchy as some places this job has led you to. The exterior at least looks like it's intact, and the forest green trim appears to have recently been given a fresh coat.

Butcher checks in with efficiency and finally lets the car rest at the far end of the lot. "Here," he says, handing you a key card. You tuck it away into your pocket and he moves to exit the vehicle. "Let's go get settled in."

You grab your bag from the trunk as Butcher props open the door of your room on the ground floor. You manage to toss him his duffel bag - which is suspiciously heavy - before slamming the trunk shut. When you step over the threshold and shut the door, you're slammed by realization hard enough to make your feet skid to a halt on the carpet. You're not sure why you thought there would be two rooms, but you're clearly sharing this one with Butcher.

Of course you're sharing a room!, you chastise yourself as he tosses his bag onto the bed closest to the door. He's gonna have to report to Hughie at some point, and if he saw Butcher paid for two rooms…Then again why would Hughie know that? Butcher isn't going to be putting any of this trip on the bureau budget. Then you remember Hughie's teasing not too long ago in the office. Christ, if Hughie finds out about this, he'll never let me live it -.

Another realization hits you, only seconds after the first. You're sharing a room with Butcher. You're sleeping in the same room. And you've been dreaming. You don't know if you talk in your sleep. But would it matter much since you still often wake up panting and flushed and…?

No, it's ok. If push comes to shove, I can just not sleep. Lots of coffee, maybe catnap during the day...For two days? Like he won’t notice. And what if I dream during those naps, too?

Oh. Oh fuck!

"It's no five star. A tad overpriced if you ask me," he startles you out of your head, perhaps mistaking your look as disapproval of the place. "But it's clean, I suppose. And the location was just too good to say no."

"The location?," you ask, relieved that it doesn't come out as dry as your mouth feels.

Butcher motions for you to join him by the window as he starts to pull the blinds and curtains. You move next to him and he points out to the parking lot. At first, you just see the motel property and the T-shaped intersection it crowns. But when you shift your gaze a little further out, you spot a white and red sign about a block and a half down the road; Danny-Boy's.

"Saves us from having to change the plates on the car," he says as he closes the curtains completely, dipping the room in shadow. He shuffles around you to the touch lamp on the nightstand between the beds and it flutters on under his touch. "And makes it easier to bail if we need to."

"That's definitely convenient," you mutter. You force yourself to the present as you put your own bag on the far bed and start unpacking necessities for the night. "Okay. So let's iron out those details. What are we doing?"

Butcher sits at the foot of his bed and pauses in his own unpacking to raise a brow at you. "We?"

"Yeah, 'we'. What are…?" You pause as well and groan. "Oh c'mon. Not you, too."

"Hey, I agreed to let you tag along. I didn't say nothing about you doing the fucking recon."

"Damn it, Butcher, I did not come up here for this and you know it." You turn from your stuff to face him directly. "You told me that if I proved to you that I could use my training in sticky situations, that you would vouch for me. Now I can't do that if I don't get out there, can I?"

"If you gotta use that during recon, somebody or something is fucking up," he snaps.

"That's not the point! I am not sitting in this motel room like a kid for two days, and waiting for you while you do this whole thing by yourself!"

"Oh, I think you will," he smirks.

"Butcher," you begin in a low voice, crossing your arms against your chest. "You said it yourself this morning. I'm stubborn like you. I've got just about as much information as you, and you already showed me our target, remember? You really think I won't try to do this on my own if you do?"

His smirk falls into a scowl. The way his shoulders tense, and the look in his eyes as he glares back, tells you that he knows the answer. Yes, you would, and he's given you more than enough rope to hang you both. "You're going to be a constant pain in my ass about this, aren't ya?," he grits out.

"Am I really supposed to answer that?," you smile oh so sweetly.

He runs an agitated hand over his face. "Fuck me. Fine! You want me to throw your ass in the deep end? You fucking got it, princess."

You give a little nod, trying not to look too smug as you both turn back to unpacking. He's done before you and rips his phone out to order takeout. Apparently he's not going to discuss strategy on an empty stomach. By the time he finishes the call you've started to pull an unexpected item from the bottom of your bag. You laugh, realizing it's your long-forgotten gi.

"Hey Butcher?," you prod carefully. "Why don't you ever have me train in gi? Why only No-Gi?"

"Because they don't train in gi in the forces for one," he says, shifting on the bed to face you. "And for two, how likely are you or your attacker gonna be wearing a fucking gi? You think you gonna sink a nice little cross-collar choke on a supe with a handful of bloody spandex?"

"I've only done a choke once, and that was at the gym," you shrug. You tilt your head at him. "As a matter of fact, you've only shown me one offensive move, the snow angel thing. And I don't know if that even counts as offense. Why haven't you shown me any chokes or submissions yet?"

His brows furrow as he sets his phone next to him on the piling bedspread. "Haven't I?" He blinks for a second after you shake your head. "Shit. Guess I haven't." He gets that pensive look on his face, and you're reminded of the moment he had pinned you down in the office and you'd nearly broken his nose. You just start to wonder if you should have left well enough alone when he sits up straight. He makes a come hither motion with his fingers. "C'mere."

"N-now?"

"Come here." 

It's not loud but his tone is more than firm enough that you know he's not going to argue this. You leave the gi in the bag and walk cautiously to stand in front of him. He motions again with his fingers. When you hesitate, he rolls his eyes and pulls you by the wrist until you're nearly between his knees. "What'd I tell you about running from me? It's the same with a choke."

"A standing choke?"

He nods. "This is more effective from mount but you can do this pretty much however. And I want to see if they taught you right the first time. It was a cross-collar, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, think so."

"Well go on then." He points his chin at you with an unexpected grin. "Put me in a choke."

You can't help your jaw dropping for a second. You just as quickly shut it and narrow your eyes at him. He just grins with a glinting gaze. "...I don't trust this."

He barks a laugh. "Good! 'Cause normally you shouldn't. C'mon, sweetheart. Pretty sure the crew and a dozen others would kill to be in your shoes right now."

A giggle slips out before you can catch it. He grabs your wrists in response and holds them up so your hands are even with his jaw. "Cross-collar is easy but it doesn't work for every problem. You could rip a t-shirt before you choke someone out. But a good jacket?" He pops his collar for emphasis. "This, a suit, a winter coat. They'll do just fine. You need a refresher?"

"I'm afraid so," you admit. "Like I said, it was once."

"Pay attention then. Your chokes fall under two types; blood or air. You're either cutting off blood to the brain or their air supply. This is a blood choke. You need to remember that blood chokes will cause the bastard to pass out. You could kill 'em but you'd have to hold the choke for over three minutes. Do you want to hold on for three fucking minutes?"

"No. Incapacitate, get the fuck out."

"Exactly! Alright. Take your right hand and grab my collar on my right side. Your thumb should be pointed up." You grab the leathery material in a fist and he shakes his head immediately. "Nah, nah, that won't work. You hold the end like that and you're just pulling me in for a snog."

You roll your eyes and try to ignore his remark. "I grabbed it, didn't I?"

"Let go. Start over. Put the back of your hand right against my neck." You follow his instruction, trying to ignore how warm he is against your fingers. "Now slide as far back as you can and grab my collar, right at me scruff. Just like that, that gives you a good deep choke."

You're not sure what you were expecting but it wasn't how soft the hair at his nape would be against your thumb. The itch to see if the rest of his unruly locks are the same ticks in your hand. Your fist tightens on his collar. "What's next?"

"Take your other hand and do the same thing. But make sure it's under and not over your right. Whichever hand you start with always ends on top or you won't be able to cinch it."

You repeat with your left, your reach shortened just a little by your right arm. Despite the fact your arms are snug about his throat, Butcher looks as if he couldn't be bothered. You on the other hand are trying not to swallow as if you're the one on the receiving end.

"Hold. You see how your arms are right on my carotids?" You nod, your skin prickling slightly at the sensation of his voice vibrating against it. "That's what makes it a blood choke. When I tell you, you're gonna rotate your wrists like you'd touch your thumbs together if my head weren't in the way.  Pull me in, keep your elbows tight until your torso makes them separate. Do it slow. Don't stop till I say so. And…go."

After a second of hesitation you start applying the pressure, slow and controlled, watching him for any sign that you should stop. It doesn't take long for his face to begin to flush and you almost wince when you hear the collar creak in your grip. The seconds tick by, your nerves beginning to ramp up. Finally you feel a quick double tap on your thigh and you instantly let go. You step back far enough for the back of your legs to hit your bed.

"You okay, Butcher?"

"M'fine," he grunts.

Butcher blinks a couple times, his color going back to normal before he nods. "That was good. Solid, tight. But don't be getting ideas," he says, wagging a finger in your direction. "I don't tap for nobody. You best just be grateful for these one time passes you get."

He rolls his head on his neck before his phone buzzes, and he glances at it. "It's a bloody motel, how hard is it for a delivery driver to find these days? Really?"

He stands up from the bed and heads for the door. "Gimme a minute to get this fool over here. When I come back, I'll let you borrow my jacket and you can get a real good feel of that cross-collar." He winks at your look of dismay before closing the door behind him.

You stride back to your bed, gathering your toiletries before heading to the too-small sink area by the bathroom. You're fitting everything together like puzzle pieces in the limited space, reviewing the new technique in your mind when a sudden thought crosses it; I wonder if he ever taught Becca some of this?

You jolt as you reach to place your toothbrush by the sink, and it slips, clatters loudly against the porcelain. Your stomach suddenly rolls as the floodgates of epiphany swing wide.

If he hadn't, how many times has he wished he had, in almost a decade? And even if he had…what good would it have done her? What's a simple choke to flesh that won't yield to the likes of armor-piercing rounds?

You place your hands on the counter and lean heavy on it as the thoughts continue to surge. How many times has Butcher wished he could have been there to fight for her? Try to protect his wife, even if it meant he died in that godforsaken tower? How many times has he brooded over what he could have possibly done to arm Becca in moments of his absence? How many times has he wondered over and over those two awful words; what if?

Another epiphany washes over you. The memory of the beginning of your arrangement flashes through your mind, the dark look that had clouded his face, how stern he'd been about taking over your lessons, deadset even. Even if he can't be there…he's trying to protect me.

It's the weirdest feeling. You would have thought it might have put butterflies in your stomach, perhaps made you feel warm, gooey. You feel touched but not expectedly. Butcher's protection in that moment does not feel like a shield before you. You have seen and heard how high, how bloody the price for it can be. Especially for him.

In that moment…it feels like a weight around your neck.

#billy butcher x reader #billy butcher #the boys fanfic

[kimetsu-chan]

I feel bad for requesting something considering how busy you are with all the art. There’s absolutely no rush for you to do this and I encourage you to wait until you get all the art done before you even think about this.

Can you do TanjMilo angst to fluff where maybe they get into a lil argument about Milo constantly overworking herself? She’s never told him about how Sanemi treats her and overworks her when they train together and she forces herself to overwork herself just because she wants Sanemi’s approval as an older, more experienced hashira. Maybe Tanjiro catches this happening one day and right as he goes to help Milo passes out?

You can ignore this if you want to:) there’s no rush for you to get this done and if you don’t want to do it just let me know!:3 I love you Kimmie! Take care of yourself!<33

~Overworked~

A/N: Hey, don’t feel bad! I feel bad because you had to wait so long to get this— thank you for your patience Larz! And thank you hun for the detailed request— (pls ignore the awkward beginning, and the fact I made Sanemi real dislikeable-)

Also, I know, I’m so creative with the names for this fics 🤩

Edit: I’ve just realized I have forgotten the argument you asked for, I am so so sorry, please let me know if you want me to add it (Me? Lazy? Never-)

It was a nice peaceful day for Tanjiro Kamado.

Well, it was peaceful for the most part. Milo had informed him that she was training with the wind hashira today. Now, normally this wouldn’t be that big of a deal, except for the hashira’s very aggressive and violent behavior. Tanjiro knew he’d be pushing Milo further than she could go. He always did. Not only did he feel frustration and anger at Shinazugawa, he also felt concern for Milo. He knew that she wouldn’t defend herself from the scary man, and that worried him.

Shinazugawa’s harsh words would also often affect her way of thinking. She would often push herself to train harder, even when she was training by herself, which always resulted in her getting violently sick. Then she’d feel guilty for having someone care for her and being out of commission.

Tanjiro felt frustrated because he needed her to see that she was good enough as is. That she didn’t need Shinazugawa’s approval to be a good hashira. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t realized he had arrived at the Suzuki estate. Because he was there so often, the few kakushi that were actually there didn’t bat an eye at his presence. He slipped past them with a small bow of the head and made his way to the back garden, a small plate of food in hand.

He didn’t hear any yelling from the wind hashira, had their training ended early? He cautiously listened for any noise. None. Not even the swing of a sword. He then sniffed for a scent. Shinazugawa’s wretched smell was absent, so at least there was that.

His relief was cut short when he finally reached the normally serene and calming garden. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. His hands forgot he was supposed to be holding something and glass shattered on the stone below him as he saw Milo’s unconscious body laying on the pebbly ground.

He rushed towards her in a panicked frenzy. His first instinct was to check for a pulse. Phew, there was one. He quickly got to work in picking her up. He carried the unconscious girl bridal style all the way to her small room. He laid her down on the futon and rushed for a washcloth. Once he got the washcloth, he ran it under cold water and went to drape it over her burning forehead. He had no idea how long she had been out like that for, but the idea she’d been outside under the beaming sun for hours upset him greatly.

Tanjiro always loved being around her. But now, he felt a sense of urgency to be with her 24/7. How could Shinazugawa have just left her there? What if she got heat stroke! His thoughts were, once again, interrupted when he heard a small, weak voice calling out to him.

“T-Tanji…? W-Why aren’t I outside? I-I’m supposed to be training-!”

Tanjiro placed a hand over hers and gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Angel, you need rest. I don’t want you getting sick. Nor do I want you to pass out again.”

Milo started to protest, but Tanjiro shushed her with a finger over her lips.

“Before you even start, you’re not any less competent because you don’t live up to Shinazugawa’s unrealistic standards. You’re perfect the way you are, I don’t need you to be any better than you already are. No one does. And I can promise you that we all prefer a happy healthy Milo over a Milo who is draining herself.”

Milo started to tear up. She didn’t think she deserved such loving and comforting words. But she knew better than to deny them. She sat up shakily and buried her face in his shoulder.

“T-Thank you, Tanji. Thank you for loving me so much.”

Tanjiro smiled and returned her hug.

“Of course Angel, now please rest.”

A/N: kshdjdbdjsbdj they’re so cute, I love TanjMilo (I got the name right this time 😎) once again, I apologize you had to wait almost two weeks for this. I hope it was worth the wait! (I’d love to see/read Milo’s reaction to this btw, only if you’re up for it tho :3)

#oc #demon slayer #hehehe #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #milo suzuki #tanjiro x milo #oc x tanjiro #tanjiro x oc #tanjiro kamado #tanjmilo #demon slayer tanjiro #kny tanjirou #kamado tanjiro #Tanjiro kamado

[muffinsin]

Hello I’m back super soon it’s fluff anon again you don’t have to answer this yet considering I just got to request something but can you make how the sisters would take care of and maybe comfort a s/o with chronic pain.

As someone with chronic pain it is annoying when you have those days you really can’t do anything and just have to lay in bed.

I’d love to see if the sisters would maybe even get the s/o chores done just so they don’t have to worry about them. And maybe protects them from the headmaiden who calls them lazy for not being able to get all their chores done sometimes. Or even just being slower than others and needing more breaks

This would really mean a lot to me but again no rush for getting it done. Preciate it.

-fluff anon

A very interesting prompt!👀 I’m sorry you’ve got to deal with such a thing hon, I hope you have all the support you need and want🙌

Masterlists

Bela

She’s incredibly worried about you, at nearly all times. She can’t help but do that, really

She doesn’t quite understand why the pain won’t just go away at first. She’s hardly used to pain at all, being infected by the cadou and nearly invincible to all attacks

Even when confronted with the cold or heat, she always recovers eventually

You- don’t seem to

She doesn’t understand at first, and for this reason, she tries to gather all the information she can

She spends hours listening to you explain your condition, reads book after book, consults the castle’s doctor and even seeks help, advice and most of all; information, from Donna

When she grasps the concept of your chronic pain, she does everything in her might to ensure you have all you need, at all times

Bela immediately changes your work schedule to a flexible one, so you can stop working and decide whether or not to work spontaneously. You don’t work every day, as to not overdo it

Any who dare glance at you wrongly for this quickly find themselves made an example of

It’s made clear incredibly fast: Bela doesn’t tolerance any badmouthing you

She allows you to choose when to work and when not to, so long as you roughly work your hours a month. It’s incredibly helpful on difficult days, as you can delay your work for another day

When you do work, you’re not only entitled to take breaks, but asked to

Being less blood thirsty than her sisters and- despite her strictness- quite structured, Bela has created a good relationship between her and most staff members of importance

Especially with the head chambermaid. There is mutual respect, which is partly also shown in the way you are treated

You’re tasked to take breaks every once in a while and are never frowned upon by her

You’re treated like a colleague, and the work you do is appreciated

It makes you feel better about working, and your girlfriend only smiles knowingly whenever you praise the staff for their acceptance

Even outside of work, Bela takes great care of you

You’re her precious human, and while she doesn’t seem to be able to prevent your body from hurting you, she can take precautions to make life easier for the two of you

She ensures she has all you could possibly need nearby, often in multiple locations in the castle

When you wake up feeling in pain, you know there are plenty supplies and items to help you in her nightstand

Other locations include her office, the doctor’s office, the main hall, and even the storage room

Of course, there is another thing Bela is very adamant about: for you to let her know when you aren’t feeling well

She makes sure you know to wake her when you wake up in pain next to her, and always reassures and praises you for it

At other times, she encourages you to call for her or have a staff member fetch her

And the moment she’s with you, she ensures you’re comfortable in bed

Trays of food and tea/water are brought to you. She holds you gently, as though it could make all your pain go away

She loves you so incredibly much

Cassandra

She’s enraged when she finds out about the chronic pain

So- you’re hurt- and she can’t fix it?

How dare your body cause you pain like that?!

While normally excited to see others in pain, this doesn’t include you

Like her sister, she tries to find out all the information she can. She wants to help you

While she doesn’t qualify as a doctor, she has a pretty good understanding of the human body

As such, she as more than ready and willing to take care of you, on good as well as on bad days

Cassandra’s heart aches on the bad days, her own chest hurting at the pain you’re forced to go through

She tries to make life easier for you, at least, if she can’t help prevent the pain

At first, she offers you to quit working. Naturally

Upon denying this, Cassandra drastically changes your schedule

You work less, and are given more time to finish your tasks

Often, you smile upon seeing her appear close to you. While she flat out refuses to touch any of the sponges, much less scrub a thing clean- she has been raised as a noble, after all, Cassandra still tries her best to help you

She brings you buckets of water for the sponge to drop in and lifts all heavy things for you

When someone dares stare for a little too long, she snarls, and you feel relieved when you feel curious eyes shift away from you again

Nobody dares take you in for more than a few seconds with her by your side

You’re given more breaks as you work, and are made to take proper care of yourself

However, they’re not given to you out of the pureness of their hearts, and you know it

You know, they are given to you because of your tall, sadistic, and very murderous girlfriend

You know, you are not liked among the majority of the staff for your illness, merely tolerated and treated nicely because even such people know what’s good for them

Still, you often hear the whispers behind your back

Lazy. Useless. Weak

Those who dare utter those words are quickly disposed of

You try to prove you aren’t lazy. You do

Just…there’s days you can’t move out of bed. You grit your teeth in pain, and let your girlfriend gently stroke the tears from your cheeks when you cry

Cassandra assures you, you’re anything but lazy to keep working despite everything

She adjusts the pillows and ensures you’re comfortable, so your limbs rest safely on the bed and your neck is not at the risk of aching and causing you pain

You smile gently and eye her as she moves around the room effortlessly, trying to locate the heated bottles and blankets to place them on the bed with you

She makes sure you’re tucked in and perfectly comfortable, her fingers gentle and her lips soft when they press against your forehead

She stays with you the entirety of the time, usually polishing her weapons and crackling in delight when they’re both sharp, and clean enough for her tastes

You can’t help but smile at her endearing, large grin of anticipation whenever she holds up a weapon

She’s your everything, as you are hers

Daniela

She cares so deeply about you

The first time she is there to experience one of your bad days, she is convinced you’re dying

It takes some reassurance and explaining, but she eventually understands, you’ll live

What she doesn’t understand, is why you’re in so much pain so often. Why it won’t go away, like when she accidentally burns her fingertip

Though, Daniela doesn’t really need to know

All she needs to know, is you’re in pain, so she can help you

She is with you while you work, nearly constantly

More often than not she distracts you, really, but at times when she isn’t, she proves to be quite helpful, actually

She doesn’t like being reminded that she is cleaning, this much is clear very fast. Daniela is every bit of the spoiled daughter of a countess she was born as

You know, she enjoys helping you with your work. You see her move the rag over the furniture and along the shelves even after she’s long dusted them off

You see her position slack and watch her relax as she cleans with you

Should you mention she’s cleaning, however, Daniela immediately drops what she’s doing and swarms off to create a mess

You figure she dislikes the term “cleaning”, perhaps

Daniela likes to sweep dust off shelves and the top of cabinets for you

She doesn’t want you to have to move much, and generally takes over nearly all tasks that involve crouching up or reaching high places

On bad days, she equally stays in bed with you

She reads to you, cuddles, sleeps by your side and rests her head on your thigh to pass time. Often, she falls asleep, and leaves you with content, happy purrs and the small vibrations linking to them

She brings you medicine and stuffed animals to cuddle. Often, you’re asked to play with them and with her, such as hosting a tea party in bed with them with Daniela as the host

She ensures you have heated bottles and blankets and water, crackers and soft blankets

For entertainment, she brings you her favorite books and weapons, toys and plenty of paper and pencils

At other times, she brings you tea and candy, snacks she finds in the kitchens- and the occasional decorations she finds and that take her pick

This way, you sometimes wake up to flowers being balanced and lined up along your thigh, or find her sit crossed legged on the bed with a concentrated expression on her face, flowers braided into a beautiful crown by petite, careful fingers

At other times, you awaken to shiny rocks on the bed, necklaces stolen or coins “found” throughout the castle

It never fails to bring a smile to your face

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #fluff anon

[znerac]

First Job || Pedro Pascal x FtM!Reader

Forgive me i was up all night finishing this and i don't have time to proofread so 😭 good luck!

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x FtM!Reader. Word count: 5.8k. Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Pedro calls you a 'good boy', Reader only has top surgery but it isn't mentioned, Oral (R receiving), Unprotected piv, Alcohol, no y/n Summary: Reader flies to LA from Canada to pursuit in his first official acting job. And immediately he and Pedro hit it off. When the readers coworker invites the group to a bar, you and pedro end up at your hotel room.

A/N: I hope it was okay writing from a ftm perspective!! 😭 i don't see enough male/transmasc fics (or at all) and figured I'd just write my own for those interested. Anyways, please enjoy! ^^

"Are you sure you can do this on your own honey?" you mother asked, handing you your suitcase. Giving her a soft smile you nodded "I'm an adult, Mom. I'll be fine." you said, now walking into the airport. "Okay.. But please call me when you land. And tell me how everything goes. This is your first role, i want to know everything" she said with a smile. You chuckled, "i will. You've been my biggest supporter, how could i not?" you said, checking the time. "Shit, sorry i have to go now. I don't want to miss my flight" you said, leaning over and kissing your moms cheek. "I promise I'll call you. Love you" you called with a smile, before rushing off to go through security and have your bag be set on the plane.

Around ten minutes later you finally boarded the plane, luckily getting a window seat. You were crawling with excitement, You had been waiting ages to get a decent role in a show, and now you had it.

Relaxing into your seat, you took out your phone to send a few messages to your friends and family before you had to take off. And when the plane started, You set your phone away and watched out the window. You always liked flying, only this time you were alone. But you were excited to finally reach out of your parents clutch to act more like the adult you were, And get on the road of fame. Hopefully. It was your dream to inspire others.

For the most part you kept your eyes out the window, Or drew in your sketchbook. The lady who sat beside you chatted with you for a bit, and you told her what you were flying to LA for. She seemed happy to be hearing about your job, and even wished you good luck. It wasn't a long flight, Alberta to LA was only about four hours, lucky you.

Once landed, you spent a painful amount of time looking for your bags. And when you found them, had to catch a cab. You would have to settle into your hotel room before meeting anyone on set. Just to grab your scripts and meet the other actors you would be working with. Calling your mom on the ride since you did infact promise her you would.

Letting out a sigh you plopped your suitcase on your hotel rooms bed. It was going to be a long couple of months of filming. And you considered having an early sleep tonight. But inevitably you'd probably just stay up all night rehearsing and practicing your lines. You were nervous to say the least, but you were determined to get this role perfect.

"Okay so you'll have a car parked outside waiting for you, That'll take you to the set and we can speak there. Don't worry, you'll do great"

You nodded along, phone tucked between your head and shoulder as you pushed your shoes on. "Right, Thanks, I'll be there as soon as i can" you replied, hanging up and rushing out the door. Your new agent was strict, but you didn't mind. Anything to get your lazy ass up and ready.

When you arrived, your agent met you at the door and lead you inside. "Okay, So this is where you'll be meeting everyone every weekday for the next few months. From here the directors and stage crew will assist you. Your trailer is out back for when your getting ready. Your script is also in there, organized by day and acts in the folders. Today everyone is just getting familliar with each other and taking a peek at their scripts." she stated, and you held back a groan. Too much information for a Saturday, You wished you could of slept instead.

You ignored the rest of the words your agent was spouting and looked around the room. Seeing a few familiar faces from different movies and shows. Well, might as well get to know them, right? As a new actor it might be good to get to know a few. Maybe you'd get tips or even make a few friends. While debating on who'd you'd try to walk up to, someone beat you to it.

"Hey, haven't seen your face before."

You turned around, Smiling at the new face. "Oh, uh he- hi, Nice to meet you" you said, putting your hand out. Great way to start the day off, Awkward as usual. The guy furrowed his brows with a grin, and shook your hand. "So your the new actor Davids been talkin about I'm guessing?" he asks, then tucks his hands in his pockets. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. It was that obvious? "Yeah.. First big job I've got. I'm terrified" you joked, making him chuckle. "I remember my first job. Oh, and I'm Pedro, nice to meet you" he said with a smile. You returned it and replied with your name.

"Well, come on. I'll introduce you to everyone. Might as well, since your stayin for a couple months" he offered, and took you around. You liked how Pedro was easygoing, good with getting along with others. It was hard to find people like that. And you found yourself clinging to this guy for the rest of the day, a bit afraid to go anywhere else. Since he was the only 'familiar' one you knew.

He even took you to your trailer and let you know how most things went around. You were thankful, and it clearly showed. "So, Where'd you come from?" he asks, sitting on the small couch as you looked through the folders. "Oh I'm from Alberta. What about you?" you asked, turning around and leaning against the counter.

"Chile. Two pretty different places, yeah?"

You nodded, "god yeah. Ones too cold most of the year and what, chile is hot?" pedro laughed, and the two of you kept chatting. Learning few stuff about the other, How he usually got killed off as characters and whatnot. You found him funny, and immediately felt comfortable around him.

Looking at your watch, you hummed and your stomach growled. "Think its time to get somethin to eat" you muttered, "you hungry Pedro? I can order us some food." you offered, "Sure, but let me pay. You shouldn't be paying when its your first day here" he stated with a soft smile. You bit your inner cheek, "how about we split the bill instead, i don't want you paying full" you stated, getting your phone out. Before pedro could protest you were already on skip. "Do you just want me to order a pizza or something? I don't really know what's good around here" you offered, looking back up from your phone. "Sure, Easy food."

After eating you decided to go back to your hotel, the next few days for you were busy. Being on set and learning your lines and staging were tough. It was very different from acting classes and such, being on an actual set and such. It was very intimidating, but pedro reassured you it was easier than you thought.

You bit your lip, pacing in your trailer as you practiced your lines alone. Sitting on your couch with a huff. "Why didn't we get more time-" you mumbled to yourself, closing your eyes and going through the whole thing in your mind. Focus, you could do this!

You almost didn't notice when the door opened and your agent walked in. "Get up. You have to change and be on set in ten" she rushed, and just when you thought you had it. "Okay- okay give me a second-"

"We don't have time. David won't be happy if your late." she said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out. You let out a groan, Following her to the dressing room where a crew did your makeup and helped you get into costume. It was a stressful eight minutes of your time, and now you were off-stage. Watching the scene before you.

Pedro looked over, Nugding your arm. "Hey, you'll be alright. Your first scenes with me so I'll be there" he said with a comforting smile, his eyes looking you up and down. "You look good." he stated, and you smiled "thanks.. So do you" you replied. Pedro nodded and when it was time for your characters to be in the scene, you went on and moved with him.

Thankfully, previous days you had done this scene and others. You felt decently prepared, the only thing making you nervous was that it was being recorded.

You were holding up well, The scene was almost done. And you were confident that you could do it. That was, Until you froze. Forgetting the line that you had been worrying about. Freezing in the middle of the set, trying to wrack your brain for the line you were supposed to say. It felt like a big deal, getting the filming done first try. And when they yelled 'cut' you could feel the dread settle in your stomach.

You could hear david call your name "whats up, why won't you say your line?" he yelled, not mad but you felt like you were in trouble. Pedro looked over at you, as did the other actors. You felt like you couldn't speak.

"I uh- um.. I forgot what i was gonna say-" you mumbled, looking around.

David sighed, "Fine. Everybody take five to look over your scripts."

Pedro walked over and patted you on the back. "Good Job. You did pretty well". You felt your mouth go dry at his words, he was being sincere. But you couldn't help but feel guilty, Hearing a few of the other actors say your name and complain a bit. "Hey, don't sweat it. This happens all the time. Usually we have a scriptor up but i guess they thought we wouldn't need it" he said, hand lasting on your shoulder. You bit your tongue, wiping your eyes. Pedro's look softened and he pulled you into a little hug. "Hey- hey its okay, this happens all the time, honest to god. No need to feel bad about it"

The feeling of his arms wrapped around you made you relax a bit, although you still couldn't help the feeling. "I know. I just thought i was doing so well-! I was so ready but i blew my first scene. The rehearsals went good-" Pedro laughs "good rehearsals usually mean a few bloopers. Lets get you some water, then hop back on set." he said, taking you to one of the tables and handing you a water bottle, that you happily chugged down about half of.

The rest of the day on set went pretty well, actually. Now you sat down next to Pedro, and a few other actors. "What happened earlier, what made you freeze up so badly when you forgot your line?" Amanda asked, She was another actor who welcomed you in immediately. "I don't know. I could of just like, improved but nothing came to mind." you hummed, Drinking the gross coffee that the crew set out. "Happens to the best of us. I don't know why Diane made such a big deal out of it, Since it literally happens all the time."

Amanda's face lit up, "say, today went well, aannd its friday.. We had a long week of practice. You guys wanna go out and get a drink?" she asked, and the others at the table immediately agreed. Your eyes lit up, "i could use a drink. What about you, P?" you asked, turning to your friend. Pedro nodded, "i know a good bar. I'll order us a cab."

The thought of a drink to settle your nerves and relax for the weekend sounded great. As you all piled into a cab, you were luckily enough to catch front seat. And at the club, You all sat around a big table. The only difference being now you all had alcohol in your hands, and loud music blaring.

Amanda was kind enough to pay for the first few rounds, mostly because she wanted to get you talking and to open up. And of course it worked, you slurred slightly and replied to any questions asked.

"Daaamnn.. Did you see that guy over in the corner? Man had a cake" Amanda slurred, laughing as the boys in the group either made a joke or fake gagged. You couldn't help but fake a gag, though silently try to find the apparent dumptruck she had went on about. Blushing as she caught you looking. "Man, you looking out for caked up guys over there?"

You swatted at her hand, "shut up, a guy can appreciate a good cake anytime he wants"

Amanda wiggled her brows, "if your lucky you should bring one back to the hotel, if you know what i meaan.." she teased, making your cheeks flush more "shut up! I ain't into guys, no way-" you said, worried. The group laughed, and you couldn't help but join. You needed the laughter, and at this point they were probably too tipsy to care about your preferences.

For a second you felt a weight gain on your shoulder, making you confused. That was until you found Pedro leaning against you. You couldn't help but look at his hair, slight curls and a nice brown. You couldn't help the urge to want to play with it, the alcohol making you less afraid to ask. "Can i play with your hair?" you asked, hearing an approving hum from the other. Making you smile as you lifted you hand up and threaded your fingers through the soft locks he had. Making you nearly awe. His hair was so soft.. You couldn't stop playing with it. Giggling softly to yourself as Pedro leant into it, humming deeply. By the sounds of it he was enjoying the attention. And you blocked out the sound of anyone teasing you for it.

Your head snapped over as another drink was set in front of you. Bringing it to your lips and taking a sip, feeling pedro's arm snake around your waist and tug you closer. Was he always this affectionate? Maybe it was the alcohol. But you didn't mind, not at all. He wasn't holding you in a weird way.

Taking another sip, you turned to see Max, another one in the group who had joined you guys, Stand up. "yo amanda, Lets hit the dance floor."

The group ended up leaving you and pedro alone to go dance.

"Sorry is this weird..?" he asked, lightening his hold on you. You shrugged, "Maybe a little. I don't mind though" you said, bringing the drink back up to your lips. "You having a good time?" you asked, turning as he sat up, hand still snaked around you. "Yeah. I'm just enjoying myself. Don't do that much at bars. Or in general" he stated. You nodded, inching closer to him. "You wanna join the others up there?" you ask, And he looked at you. "What, askin me to dance?" he asked with a smug grin.

You rolled your eyes "Damn right i am. You gonna accept or not?" Pedro let out a laugh, stood up and pulled you to your feet. "Absolutely, lets go" he said, Practically dragging you into the crowd. You laughed, being pulled closer to him. Letting your body sway to the music, Giggling as Pedro danced along with you. Eventually the two of you found your rythem and were dancing like idiots, but having the time of your life. For once you weren't worried about how others looked at you. All you cared about was having fun. And surprisingly Pedro was a great dancer, he moved and you noticed how he was definitely trying to pull a few laughs from you.

"Come on, Do what im doin" he called, pressing his back up against yours and doing a little dance. You chuckled and tried to copy him, failing and ended up just moving a little while your eyes was on the other. He smiled and stood straight, "Hey, you were the one who asked to dance. Show me what you got" he said, pointing towards you. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. "Clearly I'm not as talented. And we've been dancing for a good fifteen minutes! Lets go grab another drink" you said, turning on your foot to head to the bar. Pedro leapt forward and put a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, let me buy. And then we can head upstairs, theres another bar on the rooftop" he said with a grin, walking with you to the bar. After grabbing your drinks and letting pedro pay for the two of you. He lead you to the rooftop where there was in fact, another bar and dance floor. But it was slightly more crowded with few seats available in the corner.

He took you to the more secluded corner and sat you in the booth, sitting beside you. "Didn't realize it was late already" he stated, pointing to the night sky. Taking a sip of your drink you nodded, looking over at him. His brown puppy eyes locking in to yours. After a bit of time you heard a familiar voice speak up, "so this is where you guys went. Was afraid if i got max to look in the mens room you two would be makin a mess of the place" amanda teases, sitting across from the two of you. You rolled your eyes "told you already, Amanda. I'm not into guys" you said, and she scoffed "whatever, you wouldn't admit it either way" she stated, stealing your drink and taking a sip. "Why'd you guys come up here then? Its more crowded."

You shrugged, and pedro sat up. "Night air is nice. Plus you guys can be a little-" he paused, "Too much" he said with a grin. "I mean, you've been teasing our pal for something he might not even be. He might not want us to know anyways." he stated, "you push it he might run off" he said, leaning back into the booth.

Amanda rolled her eyes, "sure. Oh and," She leant towards you, "i can always get you with Max, he's single and likes guys-"

Pedro set his hand on the table with a 'thump'. "Amanda, Enough" he said, a bit of a defensive play to his tone. Amanda gave him a smirk and nodded, backing up. "Alright fine! I'll leave you guys to it then!" she said, slipping your drink back to you and leaving.

You sighed, "shes alot to handle." you groaned, taking a big drink of your beverage. "Yeah. She pushes it alot" he said, taking a slug of his. "Sky's kind-of pretty. Not as nice as home, though" you state. "Yeah? Not much light pollution there?" pedro asks, leaning onto the table a little. "Yeah! A lot of the time its a super dark sky, lots of stars. If your lucky, you catch the northern lights too" you say, smiling a little. Pedro nodded with a smile, "interestin. Never seen them before." he said, and you sat up with a grin. "When the shows done you should totally come and visit, I'll take you to a nice spot or something where we can see them really well" you offered, "sounds like a deal" he replied.

After another hour or so of conversating, you two got comfortable and you leant up against pedro. The alcohol hitting you both pretty hard as you couldn't stop doing little dances and laughing at the stupid jokes you both made. And at one point, you two were just staring comfortably together.

"So, earlier when amanda asked if you liked guys, were you lyin or are you actually not into them?" Pedro asked with a slur, downing the rest of his drink. You hummed, placing your glass down. "I lied" you said with a playful grin, "i din't want anyone to tease me or anythin. I hate gettin set up and, who knows, y'all coulda been against me for it" you rambled, and The other nodded. "bah, their all harmless. But amanda had no right to push you, or ask you if you wanted to hook up with max" he said, a bit of a groan to the end of his sentance. You grinned at that, leaning towards him, "yeah you got pretty pressed at that. You aren't jealous are you-?" you teased with a slur.

Pedro's eyes hardened and he looked away, "No, and so what if i was? S'not like you'd be into it, would you?" he retorted, grinning. You laughed, "sounds like you miiight be into it" you continued to tease, feeling his hand appear on your thigh. "Nooo, Never" he said, sarcasm lacing his tone. There was a moment where you two stared at each other. And then the next, you both crashed your lips against anothers. Humming at the taste of liquor on his lips, you slipped your hand to the back of his neck and slipped it into his hair. Pedro groaned into the kiss, taking your cheek into his hand and pressing harder into the kiss.

Tugging softly on his hair you were able to pull more groans from him, and he was absolutely loving it. The feeling of your drunken lips on one another and somehow having the perfect rythem was- it was amazing. Before you knew it, his free hand was lightly feeling up your chest. And he pulled you into his lap with a hum, grasping your thighs and moving to leave kisses down your Jaw and your neck. You let out a hum and placed your hands on his shoulders as he continued to suck and nibble at your skin, leaving just barely visible pink marks. He let out a groan of frustration when he felt his phone buzz, pulling it out and looking at the notification. "Others are leavin." he mumbled, looking up at you.

You bit your lip, "tell em we'll catch a new one" you said, waiting for him to finish typing and put his phone down before you pressed your lips desperately against his. He met with the same energy, his hand tangling itself in your hair. Usually you weren't one for one night stands. But your drunken mind could care less, the heat in your chest wasn't just from the alcohol now. Or, in your pants.

Pedro pulled away with a pant, looking around briefly. "Maybe we should call a cab, we don't exactly need the pap catchin us like this" he said with a nervous chuckle. You bit your lip, and nodded. "Sure- we can go to my hotel if you'd like" you offered, to which he sent you a nod and grabbed his phone while you shuffled off of his lap. Nervously looking around at the mention of the paparazzi was etching at your nerves. Which were quickly soothed by pedros hands sliding around you with a couple kisses to your nape. "Lets go" he said quietly before you both got out, and walked downstairs. There was a sway in both of your walks, which you both giggled a little at. Waiting outside on the curb you watched as a cab pulled up, and you slid in saying the address. Pedro slipped in beside you and did his seatbelt, as well as yours. His hand was comfortably on your thigh the whole was as you both talked nonesense to eachother. Surprising you both when you got to your destination, and pedro paid without a thought.

Getting out you fumbled for the key in your pocket and lead him to the elevator, and walked inside. Almost immediately when the doors closed and the button to the floor was pressed, pedro pulled you in and kissed you again. Your soft lips on his and still tasting the faint alcohol on his breath. You groaned as he pressed you gently against the elevator wall, feeling up your sides and just slightly under your shirt. Scaring you both at the ding of the elevator when the door opened. But laughing as it arrived on your floor. You took him by the hand and practically dragged the other to your room, playing with the key until it worked and scurried inside, taking your shoes off and barely managing to get the first off before pedro's hands were on you.

This time he pressed you firmly up against the wall, kissing you a bit harder, more lust built into it than anything. You blushed a little, putting your hands on his sides and sliding your hands up underneath his shirt. Feeling his slight-stomach and pecs making your face redder. He was just your type. You let out a hum as his lips traveled from yours to your jaw, then just under your ear.

"You sure you wanna do all this-?" he asked, panting softly from the lack of air. You thought for a second, a bit of anxiety creeping up. "Um, yeah- but i have to tell you something" you urged, feeling his hands come to rest gently on your hips. "Whats that?" he replied, looking into your eyes. You bit your lip, you had to tell him. It wouldn't be fair not to- right? "I'm well- not like, most guys, yknow? I- don't have the like- normal bits n stuff like-" you stammered, royally fucking up your 'coming out' to this guy. He chuckled, "not all guys have dicks, i get it" he said, easing your anxiety with the little joke. "So you still-?"

He smirked, "i think you know the answer" he said, pulling you towards him to meet his hips. You nearly gasped at the feeling of his bulge there, and he went in and kissed you again.

He began to lift up your shirt and only broke the kiss for a second to take it off of you. Slowly grinding his hips against yours, making you shiver and whine slightly as it turned you on further. He pulled away to admire you, licking his lips and grinning as his eyes met yours again. He let you remove his shirt, gently guiding you to the bed afterwards. "M'gonna make my boy feel real good, kay?" he hummed, watching your knees hit the matress causing you to fall back and sit on the bed. All you could do was nod, meeting his lips as he leant down to kiss you. He let his hand wander to the hem of your pants, slipping under the waistband and sliding over your boxers. Groaning into the kiss as his fingers glided over your slick-coated boxers.

"Already baby?" he teased softly, feeling the wet fabric again with a content hum. Your cheeks went hot, and you avoided looking at him in embarrassment. But corrected that quickly. "Uh uh, you've gotta look at me. Or I'll stop what I'm doin" he stated, watching your eyes travel back to his before he grinned "Good boy" he mumbled, making you moan out softly just from the petname itself, making your arousal flush throughout your body. He chuckled, "you like that? You like bein' my good boy?" he asked, carefully slipping his hand under the strap of your boxers and letting a finger glide through your folds, pulling another moan from you.

"Mmm.. M'gonna make this pretty boy feel amazin" he groaned, ducking his digit in slightly to gather your slick before rubbing circles around your sensitive clit. You whimpered and grabbed his wrist, then changed to grab the bed so he didn't get the wrong idea. He hummed, looking down at your crotch, before back at your face. "Want me to get down between those pretty thighs of you, handsome?" he asked, and you nodded, "Yes, please-!" you said a little too quickly, blushing at the grin on his face. "M'alright then" he said, and with one quick move, removed both your pants and boxers down and off of you.

You gasped at the cold air, making you shiver. "Pedro i-" you paused, seeing his eyes dart to yours. "I don't- like being in the open" you admitted softly, and he bit his lip with a nod. "Here.." he said, getting up and shutting off the lights and closing the curtains. As much as he wanted to get to business right away- he was also keen on you being comfortable. Even in a somewhat-drunk state. "Lay down. Under the covers" he instructed, in which you followed, a little confused. Before you knew it, he was under those covers, and in between your legs.

"You- you didn't have to-" you began, but he quickly interrupted. "You deserve to be more comfortable" he slurred, spreading your legs with his hands. "I don't mind" he mumbled, and you could feel his hot breath on your core. Squirming a little at the idea of this man eating you out. "Pedro please-" you started, but let out a gasp as you felt him drag his tongue up your folds and to your bud. He let out a groan, "tastes so good-" he muttered before he started to devour you. You moaned, instantly taking a fist full of his hair. And pedro grasped your thighs as he tasted you, using the flat of his tongue to tease and pleasure your sensitive bundle of nerves. He absolutely loved all the noises that came from you, making him groan into you and gently grind up into the matress.

The feeling of his tongue exploring you was amazing, he paid careful attention to what make you feel good, and wasn't afraid to do what made you loud. Fuck, he couldn't get enough. Lapping up your juices like he hadn't eaten in days. Your thighs squeezed his head as your back arched, small whimpers and moans pulling from your chest. God the pleasure he was giving you made you unable to think. And embarassingly enough, your climax was already itching at you.

"I- Pedro- a, slow down i'm gonna-!" you shouted, pulling on his hair in an attempt to push him away or get him to slow down. But if anything your speech letting him know he had you that close already was amusing and arousing to him. He pushed your legs open and used his tongue to perfectly abuse your clit, making you cry out and tug on his hair as you came. Moaning as you clenched around nothing, your high making you nearly see stars. Your hand holding tightly onto his hair as you calmed, breathing heavily once pedro took your wrist and crawled up so he could kiss at your collarbone. "Good boy.. Been awhile hasn't it?" he teased, rubbing your sides.

Your face felt like it was burning, biting your lip as you felt his chest with your hand. "Fuck, thats embarrassing" you laughed, causing him to chuckle. "Don't worry bout it stud. I'm not done with you anyhow" he stated, leaving wet kisses along your neck and jaw. "Yeah? Whaddia plan on doin to me?" you pressed on, a smirk evident in your voice. Pedro ground his still-clothed hips against yours, giving you a chance to feel the hard-on he had previously been ignoring. Making you gasp at the sudden contact. "Fuck, i actually can't wait" you breathed, earning another chuckle from Pedro.

He slipped his pants off and hovered over you, planting kissing all over your neck and collarbone. And just the feeling of his length digging into your thigh had you trembling. "Pedro, please" you hummed, shifting. Unable to stop thinking about how good he'd feel inside you. He let out a breath, "don't worry baby, m'gonna fill you up all nice" he said lowly, gabbing your leg and lifting it to your stomach, using his hand to help position himself right against your dripping folds. He exhaled hard. "Gonna have my boy cummin' around me all nicely" he huffed, slowly inserting himself with a groan. You couldn't help but moan out at the feeling of his cock stretching you out nicely. And fuck, you didn't think he would be this big. But when he bottomed out, you both let out a huff of air. He wrapped his arms around your stomach, kissing at your shoulders. Letting you adjust for as long as you needed, and when you jolted your hips on him, he took the hint and started slow, but it didn't last before he was slamming into you and the room filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans and breathing.

Pedro often changed the position slightly, looking for that sweet-spot everyone had. And once he noticed the higher-pitch and crying out, he focused on pounding repeatedly into that spot that made you see stars. You were a sweaty, moaning mess. The intense pleasure he brought you basically paralyzing you as you focused on how amazing you felt. The only things falling from your mouth now being whimpers of his name and small moans. You could barely breathe with how air got punched out of your lungs each time he bottomed out on you.

"H-Aah. Fuck- Ngh.."

Pedro was surprisingly vocal, whimpering wasn't too much of it, he would express himself with either throaty groans or little words or- well trying to be words. "Gonna make my boy feel so good- fuck 'm just right-" he groaned, not letting himself get any closer than you were. As hard as it was, he was able to control himself. That being until he felt you clenching around him, and hearing the cries of his name spilling from your mouth. He tried to coax you through your orgasm, but had to quickly pull out before his was a problem. Letting thick ropes of cum spill onto your stomach with a loud moan. For awhile the only noise in the room was both of your panting.

He bit his lip and fell to the side, humming. "Ffuck" he huffed, feeling the comfort of the bed occupy his thoughts. But he let out a grunt as he got up and stumbled to the bathroom to clean himself up, and grab you a washcloth that he cleant you up with.

He studied your face for a moment, then your body. Remembering what you told him earlier as he found your suitcase and grabbed a pair of your boxers before slipping them onto you. "Just relax handsome" he told you, tucking you back into bed when you tried to get up. You looked at him worriedly, "are you leaving?" you asked in a worried tone, making his face fall. "No, of course not" he said, crawling in with you and pulling you to his chest. Feeling your exhausted body go limp over him after a few minutes.

This was.. Definitely an eventful week.

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niche crossover of the day that im too lazy rn to clean up and post to ao3 but may in the future: alec hardison (leverage) plays bg3

hardison balances playtime with hacker hours well, which means he moves through hyperfixations but has learned through working with the crew how to prioritize when there's a friend's life on the line. (there will be no more repeats of his crew sitting on a bomb without him right next to them.) sometimes though his partners lose him for a week after a new release, but now that they live together at least parker can drag him to bed for cuddles (and to sleep) and eliot will kept him fed.

it should go without saying that hardison loves baulder's gate 3. he heard such good things about it during early access from his dnd buddies, but hardison refuses to play EA because he will end up encountering bugs and basically writing the code that the devs will end up doing anyway, so why waste his time.

he plays without any prior knowledge, doesn't even know the characters really except from glimpses at their promo pics. but he's excited. he downloads the game, kisses his partners """goodbye""" for the foreseeable future (as long as a job doesnt spring up, but even then it would be a quick one because eliot sprained his ankle and needed to rest it no matter how much he complained he was good).

he decides to play his chaotic good halfling wizard mendula from two campaigns back - fresh enough in his mind to remember the character, but not too recent so that he wont feel conflicted if the tav storyline doesnt allow for precise oc characterizations. hardison gets super into it, but he doesnt linger on side quests, not yet: he wants to get a feel of the game without mods and follow its arc. hardison doesnt usually romance on a first playthrough, but wyll!!!!! wyll was right there being perfect and beautiful and righteous and black and bi and yeah, hardison had to fan himself off during the dance sequence

his party is wizard tav, shadowheart, wyll, and lae'zel, and barely switches them out. when astarion drains him dry and kills him, hardison is so annoyed he kills astarion. he feels very proud of himself when he sniped wyll's devil karlach without much fuss. then he skips a lot of the companion sidequests because he just wants to rush to the end. he gets married to wyll, then starts right over and plays wyll origin, now able to take his time and understanding the mechanics of the game. he also downloads QOL mods that have already come out for EA, and he has notes about ones he will make if no one else does when he's ready for playthrough #3. he purposefully avoids any major ones (so no Polyam Mod for him, though he does eye it, but he wants to see how multiple romances play himself).

he plays will as accurately as possible, which means engaging heavily with the very companions hardison spent ignoring because wyll? wyll cares (and fuck, hardison loves him for that because yes yes, that's him too!). and......

ah. okay so. maybe hardison shouldn't have ignored the companions so much since they do add a lot to the game! and..... maybe, just maybe, hardison was too hasty killing astarion and karlach the first go around. maybe a lot. he thought they would be companions for evil tavs/origins only! he played kotor and [insert game references here, i dont play games like this usually...], so he thought he knew what was up.

anyway, he is drawn so much to these two out of the novelty of them that he puts them into his party (the fourth spot he switches around, thought once hardison gets him, halsin is a fun mainstay because BEAR. hardison gets up romancing both astarion and karlach (and a little halsin, HALSIN IS SO EASY TO FLIRT WITH, larian WANTS you to fuck him)

and....... okay. okay. maybe romancing them both at the same time was a mistake because. because he loves them both. so much. for very different reasons. hardison feels so deeply and then he's forced to make a decision, and hardison crumples a bit. considers downloading the polyam mod but opts out of it to suffer vanilla game logic to its very end.

when he breaks up with astarion, who plays it so damn cool, hardison had to walk away from the computer to mourn by burying himself in his nearest partner's arms (eliot, this time).

he finishes the game, makes wyll go to avernus with karlach (as he made them do during this tav playthrough) and... thinks about astarion.

hardison had carried over the breakup scene save this whole time, and he decides fuck it, and goes back and tries it the other way this time.

he didnt know karlach will just... die on the pier. wtf. wtf. or wyll will go and there wont be any interaction with astarion?? hardison is Distraught. he downloads the polyam mod and while it doesnt force the issue, he can just feel at the edges that nope, this isnt authentic

finds partner's arms again. parker this time. she asks whats wrong with his make believe people, and he pauses for so long that parker thinks he fell asleep or didnt hear her, and then he quietly says that wyll has a heart big enough for two, a romance can be fairytale when made for three, dont they know there's nothing more beautiful than being held between by both the people you love?

parker kisses his temple as tears legit well in his eyes (and he feels embarrassed) and she yells for eliot for emergency group hugs.

eliot, with hardison squished between his two partners, usually doesnt get involved with hardison's gaming but this time he's just like, okay what is it about these characters that's getting to you like this? and why them together? who are they?

and hardison had already talked about wyll a little because disney prince. so he reiterates some of that with a major case of projection. and then when he turns to talk about the companions, hardison stops. and just.

oh.

a black man who was forced to make impossible desperate choices when he was still a teen, which got him into trouble as a consequence, and then being alone and wandering for years until he ran into a pack of different people come together for a common purpose. trying to be good, the best he could be, and hiding behind a flashy name to hide some of the more raw parts underneath. ravenguard and nana have strikingly similar cheekbones.

then theres a rogue with a deeply traumatic past who can be selfish and kinda insensitive and likes shiny things. a pale thief who likes a little bit of chaos even when running good alignment, and who can't help sticky fingers reaching for unsuspecting belts and also... well, also is a top, through and through. a top who likes to bite. vicious when upset. also... also touch adverse and who at first laughs at sincerity and then basks in it but only once your commitment is fully and well established. the only bit of code hardison wrote as he played his wyll origin was to remove astarion saying dont touch me when you switch to him; hardison flinched every time, hearing the cadence of parker's voice scratching at him when she's triggered.

then, a barbarian who handed from one handler (who ended up being a totalitarian dick) down the road until being owned by the literal devil. body put through hell, scars littering a body that spells strength at a distance. once escaped from the nightmare, only wanted their own perseverance. their own life. wanting so desperately for a touch, to be loved, to be held in a way that didn't spell murder. "heartless" after years of working for, again, literal devils, but so full of life and kindness and (also eliot is more coy about it) a deep sense of joy for the world. kind to children. protective of children. wary of deals too good to be true. willing to die than return to a life they once lived. death feels imminent, despite the protestations of everyone around them. really good bedroom eyes.

so.

yeah.

maybe... maybe

hardison couldnt get the words out to say all of that. all he says is, they're a lot like us. (like with astarion, if hardison spelled out the exact overlaps of the characters.)

the games dumb then, parker says. or at least broken. if the game isnt right, just go fix it?

and hardison has protests about the limits of what is possible within someone else's game and...

parker is like, you made a guy hold up a bank in like, 10 min? on a laptop with spotty internet and without a mouse or any preparation?

and this takes some time between other projects he really has to get to, but.... he does it. codes like a motherfucker and bribes eliot & parker into mocap and also genuinely pays the VAs to voice lines for him. shit hardison does for the love of his ot3:

script out unique banter for karlach and astarion in your party that hints of their attraction to one another

code in an extra option when astarion or karlach confront you for to prompt them to consider their own feelings for the other (different from the current but i want to be with you both! line)

a short nighttime cutscene that with dialogue that implies the three have just finished talking and have agreed to be together. they are all holding hands

include astarion and karlach in each other's act iii scenes (they arent the most chatty, admittedly, but they are there and integrated)

outside of camp, if you three are standing near each other, you can cast a spell that cuts to astarion and karlach kissing either of wyll's checks (this is admittedly somewhat buggy but!

edits out astarion cowering on the pier from the sun, just rushes the three to avernus which hardison doesnt have to edit; just uses astarion origin version for wyll.

nexusmods community begs desperately for him to do this for some other ot3s and he is willing to hear them out for shadowheart/lae'zel/tav, he absolutely refuses to break up karwyllstarion and only offers wyll pov. will not even allow for edits being made for a tav/karlach/astarion mod. he deeply pisses off some people, but overall this mod is downloaded a fuckton as the only truly viable polyam romance option in the game. people start writing fanfic specifically for this one mod and eventually it is just integrated into canon lore that karwyllstarion exists as an option

#wyll ravengard #alec hardison #astarion bg3 #leverage #karlach bg3 #wyllstarion #wyllach #karwyllstarion #parker leverage #eliot spencer #faorism meta #faorism work #faorism headcanons #bg3

[spiderfunkz]

✧.* wounded love.

— summary : you take care of peter after his late-night patrol.

— pairings : tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

— words : 0.6k

— warnings : fluff, mention of scars and wounds, established relationship, kisses & cuddles, pet names, they're roomates with separate rooms btw, my horrible grammar and writing (my english hasn't been the best lately), lmk if i missed any !! also not proofread bc i'm lazy & i made this on my phone whoopsie

a/n : after all the angst i have put you all through, heres some fluff with peter parker <33 this idea has been in my mind for sooo long but i haven't gotten any motivation to write recently, also I AM SUPER sorry about the lack of activity recently on my account i've been out and focusing on my life outside of this app. but in short, here is two hopeless romantic teenagers in love. ^_^

the rain danced lightly on your window sill as the water droplets drop from the plants outside your fire escape.

the night was quiet and calming, your record player peter gifted you was on and playing your favorite song as you work on your english essay. yes it was 2 am at that point, but you couldn't sleep without thinking about peter, you needed him to get home safely.

he told you exactly 5 months ago about his 'night shifts', that are actually late night patrols in a spandex suit.

ever since then you've stayed up until he comes home, the med kit sitting on the bathroom counter is always there when you need it.

so of course, you waited patiently while typing mindlessly on the essay. the cup full of tea is now empty as the other one stays there for peter.

your typing was interrupted by the knocking on the window, you turned as the red and blue spandex shined from the moon light.

you rushed to the window, unlocking it for peter to just hop in as you drag a chair for him.

he took his mask off causing his brown curls puff up as he gave you a smile, "hi." peter smiled as you came back with the med kit.

"hi." you respond.

patching him up was always a dread. it was never something you've liked since the beginning, but how could he still look so beautiful? his hair is still perfect, the healed scars are masked with bandages with smiley faces on his chest, a smile stayed on his lips as he ranted about what happened during his patrol.

"and then boom, pew, pew, i webbed him to a wall and the lady thanked me, and it was okay, better than last night at least." peter finished, "no small knives?" you joked as peter shooked his head.

"no, thankfully. i would've started screaming to the point you could hear me from here." — "how about you?" peter asked.

"hm?" — "your night, how was your night." he repeated.

"it was okay," you nodded, "i'm almost finished with my english essay, made some tea, nothing much." you shrugged.

"you know you don't have to stay up for me." peter pressed his forehead against yours, "i know. but, i wanna help. besides i can't sleep." you continued, grabbing the bandage and wrapping the wound and tying it with a bow.

"plus, i can't sleep without hearing your snore from the other room." you laughed as peter sarcastically gasped, "okay, i consider myself offended."

"oh please, you know you snore." you smile as he shook his head.

the laugh quieted down as he caressed your cheek, holding you close.

do you know how pretty you looked? how could one be this pretty? how could you laugh and still look so pretty? peter thought as his mind went on spirals.

"you know it's not nice to stare, parker." you say, snapping him from this thoughts.

"and who said that?" peter chuckled.

silence filled the room again as you put the med kits aside before turning back to peter.

"it's not nice to stare, bub." peter says, quoting you as you laugh.

"you're just too pretty." you stated, tucking his hair behind his ear. "i think you're prettier," peter commented, "and smarter, and your talented, and you can craft, your clever, you have nice sense of fashion, your humour is adorable, and bla bla bla i could go on for hours." peter rambled as you smiled.

you lay your head on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat flutter as he strokes your hair, ranting about, well anything, as you listen.

yep. staying up till 2 am for your boyfriend is 100% worth it.

#tasm #tasm!peter #tasm!peter angst #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter hurt to comfort #tasm angst #tasm fluff #tasm hurt to comfort #the amazing spider man #peter parker #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker hurt to comfort #andrew garfield!peter parker #the amazing spiderman #the amazing spiderman fluff #the amazing spiderman angst #the amazing spiderman hurt to comfort

[genshin-impact-writings]

Strawberry Cheesecake – Tartaglia/Childe x gn!reader

A/N: Just a little something I wrote for my favorite ginger’s birthday. Hope you enjoy! <3 This fic contains spoilers for Childe’s real name, in case you don’t know about that yet. Pls don't let this flop.

Childe woke up when a particularly bright sun beam fell on his face, successfully dazzling him even with his eyes closed. For a brief moment, he considered burying his face in his pillow and trying to get back to sleep and the peaceful dream he had had about his snow-covered homeland but he was way too lazy to move. Instead, he threw his arm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the sunlight, only to jolt up just a few seconds later. 

Sunlight?! What time was it?

He rubbed his eyes before squinting at the clock on the bedside table. Almost 10 am. 

“What the…” Childe couldn’t remember the last time he had slept in. Usually, he got up quite early and on some days, he even was out and about before sunrise. Not that it hadn’t been nice to get a few more hours of sleep but it still was strange that he hadn’t woken up earlier. 

With a yawn, he stretched his back; then he crawled out of bed and plodded to the bathroom to get dressed and brush his teeth. From the kitchen, he could hear you humming the song that had been stuck in your head over the past few days, followed by the clattering of crockery and cutlery as well as a muffled curse. Whatever you were doing, it wasn’t going too well, Childe assumed. Maybe he should check on you, just in case.

With that thought in mind, he made his way to the kitchen. On first glance, everything looked fine, aside from the pile of dirty dishes in the sink that definitely hadn’t been there yesterday when he had gone to bed. But who cared about dirty dishes anyway when you were there right in front of him, wearing one of his shirts over your dark sweatpants? 

“Morning,” he finally said. 

“Good morning, starshine,” you greeted him, a beaming smile spreading on your face as you rushed to his side to press a kiss to his cheek. He looked back at you, ocean colored eyes still full of sleep. “Hey there.” 

Mornings with him had always been your favorite time of the day. In these moments, he had nothing in common with the fierce and dauntless warrior so many people feared. He wasn’t the charming and seemingly carefree diplomat either. In moments like this, he was just Ajax, a young man with messy, ginger hair sticking out into all possible and impossible directions, not fully awake yet and immeasurably adorable for this very reason.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked, trying to stifle a yawn – without much success. With a soft laugh, you turned around to face him. “Because it’s your birthday, silly. And because you clearly needed some rest.”

He blinked, dumbfounded. “Oh.”

“Don’t tell me you have forgotten your own birthday.”

“I think that might be the case.”

“Oh Ajax,” you laughed, kissing him again. Sometimes he was just too cute to handle. 

“So…” he said when you pulled away, peeking over your shoulder at the kitchen counters where you had piled up a kitchen scale, various bowls, cups and even two baking pans, one of them containing something that vaguely resembled a cheesecake. A slightly burnt cheesecake, just to be precise. “Is my birthday the reason you decided to turn our kitchen into a mess?”

With a pout that couldn’t quite hide the sheepish smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth, you poked his chest. “Don’t be mean. I was trying to prepare a cake for you.”

“It seems like you weren’t particularly successful with that.”

You sighed. “I got distracted and forgot to take it out of the oven. But I think it’s still edible.”

“Even if it were poisonous, I’d still try it,” Childe reassured you with that soft, genuine smile that never failed to make you weak in the knees. “I wouldn’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate your efforts, sweetheart.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re awfully sweet today.”

“My charm just comes naturally, I guess,” he replied, his smile slowly turning into a grin as you rolled your eyes. “I take it back. You’re insufferable.”

“But you love me.”

“Of course I do,” you said and pecked his lips before you released him from your hug and started to shove him out of the kitchen. “Give me a few minutes to finish the cake, okay?”

Childe hummed in response, quickly stealing another kiss from you before he made his way into the living room. On the dining table, there was a small bouquet of flowers as well as a cheesy birthday card, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Every time you did these kind of things for him, he felt like he was going to melt on the spot, even though you probably would have insisted that flowers, a card and a birthday cake weren’t that special. But to him, they were, even more so because he could still remember the years where no one had cared about his birthday at all. And just the fact that you had let him sleep in while you struggled with a cake, knowing very well that he would’ve helped you without even complaining, was enough to make him feel incredibly loved. 

He sat down at the table, absent-mindedly staring at the flowers, wondering how he deserved someone like you, until you appeared in the doorframe and cleared your throat. “Ta-da,” you said. “A birthday cake.  Hey, don’t you dare laughing at this masterpiece,” you quickly added when you realized that Childe was actually having a hard time to keep a straight face. You had decorated the cheesecake with a hilarious amount of strawberries to hide the burnt top and even managed to stick a bunch of brightly colored birthday candles in there. 

“Okay, you’re right, it looks horrible,” you admitted, joining in his laughter after taking another look at the cake and setting it down on the table. “But it’s better than nothing, right? Now, please blow out these candles and make a wish before I actually consider throwing the whole thing out and buying you a proper cake.”

Without any hesitation, Childe shook his head. “Please don’t. It’s perfect.” 

You then watched him blowing out the candles and closing his eyes to make a wish, and before you even realized what you were doing, you had already stepped closer to him. You leaned in and brushed your lips against his temple before you pressed a tender kiss to his still closed eyelids, then to his cheeks and the corners of his mouth. 

“Happy Birthday, Ajax,” you whispered against his lips, and he pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug as he indulged in the absolute bliss and peace he always felt when you were so close to him. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered back. “For everything.”

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[reynita9]

The year is 1912, The luxurious “Millionare’s Special” steam engine oceanliner RMS Titanic is about to embark on her maiden voyage. Aboard it are John Aster, Isador Strauss & Benjamin Guggenheim; three of the world’s wealthiest men, who are opposed to the creation of the federal reserve banking system and turning the USA into a corporation. JP Morgan Chase, the owner of the ship, coincidentally was not aboard. He’d intended to be, but cancelled just hours before it’s departure. Which is terrible considering he’d invested 7.5 million dollars into it (1911 7.5 million… according to an internet inflation calculator that is equivalent to $2,401,002,631.53 “two billion ,four hundred one million ,two thousand ,six hundred thirty one dollars and fifty three cents” in 2023!) Tragically amongst thousands of others Aster, Strauss, and Guggenheim perished at sea when The Titanic crashed at full speed into an established iceberg. So sad. But without them around to use their wealth and power in opposition of the creation of a Federal Reserve System, in 1913, a year later, it was signed into law.

It’s interesting that now in present time, 2023, Billionaires were adventuring to the bottom of the ocean sea-floor, for entertainment’s sake, to traverse the oceanic graveyard of Titanic Shipwreckage.. of course they died too, and with full time coverage. All of those of us who never even asked suddenly being non-consensually updated and roped in. I was at work today and people were like “Did you hear? They ran out of air.” I’m like who the fuck even are they? But still, it’s trippy. Especially after a year of many satirical eat-the-rich-laugh-at-them-suffering films topped charts. In these times laughing at kings fall is all we have, I get it. But it gets weirder, because the CEO of OceanGate Expositions was married to a woman named Wendy Rush, who’s the great-great-great granddaughter (by blood) of Isador Strauss (remember him? mentioned above ^) it’s crazy! How esoteric. But I don’t really even want the focus to be on waterlogged billionaires or the late Strauss Bloodline.. I want to go back to 2023 JP Morgan Chase.. the original man is dead but his namesake and legacy live on, leeching evil into the earth. I wonder why it doesn’t get more press when ten days ago JP Morgan Chase Bank agreed to pay $260 million dollars to victims of Jeffrey Epstein to settle their class action lawsuit around the bank associating with Epstein as he trafficked people and even after he was convicted of pedophilia. TODAY, the same fucking day that these random rich bros die 20,000 leagues under the sea. 6/22/2023, JP Morgan Chase (bank) is fined 4 Million dollars for permanently deleting 47 million emails. I wonder what future lawsuits they sunk by deleting that info. I wonder if this OceanGate Submarine story is real or an intentional distraction/ psyop. Idk I’ve been writing for 15 min n just got hit with so much sleepiness I’m going to be lazy and not actually conclude this at all. Banks own media Banks have bloodlust Banks know how much we love bread and circuses and it’s all smoke and mirrors. A Triangle Of Sadness that we can’t do anything about until we realize how disgustingly low they will sink to get what they want. Abolishing these unimaginably massive wealth and power inequities is the only path forward, but first we have to sit with the information we’re given, and discern and be open minded, be curious, hold massive possibilities with our mind’s eyes. not shut down, or deflect with laughter. Not be lead like a mouse to a trap. They invest trillions into keeping us busy/distracted/subdued/subservient and it doesn’t even matter because we mock and police each other and make jokes of curiosity. “Conspiracy Bullshit” / unconscious trust and devotion.

I’m not saying any of this applies to anything: I am sure it is all coincidental, this is just here to make u smile. A joke. Love u.

[poursomesunaonme]

BEANIE CONGRATS!!

Hope you have fun with this event! Can I request some sfw (angst and unrequited love) for Armin and Security Question?

Thank you in advance and looking SO FORWARD TO THIS <3

marie !! thank u sooo much for ur submission !! (for all my other pals, submissions are still open !)

cw: angst, unrequited love, eremika appearance

"wish i could ask, 'how was your day?' / i wish i knew the person's name / you think of under the covers when you slip into the night"

the light from the tv screen flickers over your body as the couch swallows you into the space between armin and mikasa.  you simply wish you could disappear.  eren’s arm wraps securely around mikasa, her legs thrown over his in a lazy show of affection.  you and armin?  nothing.  your legs don’t even touch.  

snores from next to you pique your interest, and you glance over, finding both eren and mikasa’s eyes shut as they sleep peacefully through the movie.  do you tell armin?  could this be a chance?  you don’t think he heard them yet, so you decide to leave it be.  just for now.

you stretch your legs, but armin doesn’t seem to notice.  he pulls out his phone and starts texting someone, but you can’t see who it is because of his privacy screen.  it could be jean or connie, it could be that girl he mentioned off-handedly to eren when the four of y’all were eating dinner.  you really hope it was just one of the boys.  

he sighs, relaxing his body, and his thigh presses against yours.  you try to cage the reaction, the slight jump—but you can’t.  it’s not like it matters anyway.  armin isn’t even paying attention, still texting.  you lean back into the couch, wishing it would gobble you whole, wishing it would suck this feeling out of your body.

you’d liked armin for a several weeks now.  he was kind and considerate and he probably didn’t even mean for his actions to be considered flirtatious.  it was a welcome change of pace from the shitty previous relationships you’d been in, so maybe that was why you’d found yourself bending over backwards so he would notice you and give you a one armed hug when you all hung out together and he would ask you about your day because it simply was the nice thing to do.

was it pathetic?  yes.  did you care?  not really.

your heart accelerates when he relaxes further, sinking into the couch as he stretches his arms over the back of it.  it’s not meant to be a move on you, but you can’t help the heat rushing to your cheeks at the thought that maybe it is.  you can’t return anything, though.  you can’t alert him to your feelings.

the movie credits roll, and you gently nudge mikasa awake, who in turn mumbles into eren’s hair as she pulls him off the couch and they stumble tiredly to eren’s room.  and then it’s just you and armin.  you stretch your legs out, begging for the feeling inside you to dissipate.

“how… how was your day?”

the question echoes like a bombshell in the quiet living room when it leaves your lips without your permission.  you want to slap a hand into your forehead.  you could’ve asked this hours ago when the four of you first got together.  armin swallows, looking slightly confused, before answering.

“it was good.  how was yours?”

you couldn’t have made the situation more awkward.  you stand up to leave, grabbing your bag.

“it was good.”  you sigh, chewing your bottom lip as you tug the hem of your tshirt nervously.  “i’m… i’m gonna head home.”

“be safe.”  he smiles, going in for a friendly one armed hug that you straight up want to refuse because of how platonic it is, but you can’t because it means you’re touching him.

you pad over to the door, hand freezing over the doorknob.  “armin, i-”

i think i really like you.  i’ve never felt this way about anyone else.  can i spend the night?  can you hold me?  would you kissed me if i asked you?  would you love me if i asked you?  

“nevermind.  have a good night.”

submissions for the promised event are still open ! click here to go to the nav page <3

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[lordoftherazzles]

Treat for bagginshield owo

You know the way to my heart! Bagginshield fluff? Yes please!

Life in the mountain had grown rather peaceful once the majority of restoration had come to a close. Though there was never such a thing as ‘being done’ with that large to-do list that seemed to grow more and more with each passing day. That being said, the state of Erebor couldn’t be denied, nor the part that both its King and Consort had to play in getting to that point.

It was moving forward, far beyond the reign of Thror and anyone who came before for the line of Durin. The Longbeards were a clan to look to once more, and Thorin was content with the idea that he might be making his ancestors proud. Hard work and innovative thinking won the day, and many more to come. Though it left the king rather tired more often than not.

Though kingly duties and pushing for the future were hardly on the dwarf’s mind this morning.

It was one of those rare days when his agenda didn’t start until later in the morning, which meant an extra hour of sleep which was few and far between. He could fuss about the meeting of guild leaders later, or how to properly entertain their elven envoys from Mirkwood in preparation for Kili and Tauriel’s wedding. The to-do list was as big as the mountain itself, but for the moment, Thorin could only focus on curling his arm a bit tighter around his husband’s waist from beneath those thick warm blankets.

“What time is it?” Bilbo slurred, his voice thick with exhaustion as his back pressed into Thorin’s chest.

“Don’t know,” Thorin murmured in response, resting his chin into that little space between Bilbo’s neck and shoulder. It was like slotting together two perfect puzzle pieces. “And I don’t particularly care.”

The snort from the hobbit was enough of a response. Bilbo found humor in these lazy days, but what was a lazy day for Thorin didn’t necessarily mean it was a lazy day for Bilbo. Whenever alertness truly hit him, it meant the day needed to begin and things needed to be accomplished. Though he wasn’t racing to get out of bed just yet.

“Have we missed breakfast?” The important questions, of course.

“If we did, I can assure you there will be a second one whenever you like.” Sighing softly and pressing a small kiss to the backside of one of those pointed ears Thorin so adored (the only kind of pointed ears he adored, mind you), his eyes remained closed and his grip around Bilbo intensified. “Before you go rushing off for food Kurdûn…allow me a little bit more time like this.”

“Is that an order, Your Majesty?”

Whatever impish behavior Bilbo felt like starting off with today, it wasn’t surprising. The hobbit always had a sharp wit about him and could be insufferable on a great number of days. Thorin wouldn’t have him any other way. “No, consider it a humble request, and because I’m too tired to let you go now.” The days had been long, and their time together had been cut short by miserable work hours and various events in preparation for the ceremony.

“Because you asked nicely…” Bilbo sighed, content beneath the blanket, as well as Thorin’s arm. There was no safer place in all of Middle Earth.

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