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how spencer convinces reader to stay in rather than go out
MDNI | suggestive fluff!
word count: 1217
warnings & tags & stuff: fem!reader, def some nsfw descriptions of spence, all around suggestiveness, fade to black
author's note: second piece of writing yayy!!! this was originally gonna be smut but i got scared lol. anyway please lemme know your thoughts im DYING to improve. sooo yes i hope you have a wonderful day and here this is ig! 😚
Sitting alone in your room, you tugged on a pair of never-before worn cowboy boots. They were most definitely not broken in, and you knew you were in for an uncomfortable night of baby blisters on the bottoms of your feet. However, life is full of compromises, and these were too cute to pass on.
Especially for a night of line dancing with your boyfriend’s coworkers. Who knew that FBI agents got down like that?
You stand and plug in your earbuds, choosing to absolutely blast ‘Fearless (Taylor’s Version)’ by Taylor Swift. Also known as the only tolerable country music.
Dancing out to the kitchen, you wrap your arms around your lovely boyfriend who was preparing a cup of tea, absolutely not dressed for a night of country conviviality. Spencer looks you up and down, a teasing smile playing on his face.
“Hey cowgirl,” he says, gently removing your earbuds. “Penelope has been texting me on average every 10 minutes about how excited she is for tonight. I hope you’re ready.”
“Oh god,” you laugh. “I wish you were coming too.”
“I know. But that sounds awful,” he says in his matter-of-fact way. “Hey, I do have something for you,” he mentions. You look up at him, and he runs quickly upstairs to grab his bag. He comes down and brandishes his very own cowboy hat. “From the times Penelope didn’t have you to drag along with her and I was her chosen victim.”
“For me?” You ask excitedly. He puts it on you. Although it’s a little big, it 100% completes the look. You look up at him. “Think I would make a good cowgirl?” He peers down at you, trying to tell if you’re joking.
“No,” He goes the serious route and you furrow your brow at him. “You hate the dirt. And the heat,” he explains, emphatically defending himself.
“I guess you’re right. I don’t really do well with horses either,” you murmur.
“You do make a cute cowgirl for the night though, even if it’s not your true calling.” He ruffles your hat.
“Yeah?” You smile. “It’s not too much with both the boots and the hat?”
Spencer blinks.
“Have you met Penelope? She always has a lot going on. More than this.”
You giggle.
“They’ll all adore you, JJ, Emily,” he reassures, stroking the side of your waist.
You had known Penelope for a few months, ever since you started dating Spencer. But you had yet to meet the rest of the girls on his team. You were definitely excited, they seemed really cool. But you were definitely also nervous.
Spencer, jarring you from your thoughts, whips out his very outdated phone that he somehow still manages to operate, and opens the camera.
“Smile.” You do so, showing off all your teeth. You move to look at the picture, and Spencer tilts the screen toward you. “See? Adorable.”
You stand on your tippy toes for a kiss, and he complies quickly. A little too quickly to not have any meaning behind it. Your eyes flit down, and you notice a slight bulge in Spencer’s pants that wasn’t there a few minutes ago.
You raised your eyebrows and looked up at him. “Can I convince you to stay?” He whispers, half smiling. You tilt your head.
“Maybe” you say shyly.
“What if I told you that the chances are slim to none that you are actually going to line dance tonight? Penelope and JJ always end up sitting at the bar, and Emily always gives up half a song in and joins them. Without fail,” he says. You purse your lips, heart beating a little faster for whatever reason.
“That could still be fun,” you reason.
“Not in those shoes,” he says, rubbing your hip softly. “I know they must hurt; they’re brand new and you’re already shifting your weight between your feet much too frequently.”
You look down at your feet. He was not lying. “You’re too observant. This is why you basically always have your way with me.” You exhale.
“By caring about you? I could keep going. I know that you hate country music. And no, Taylor Swift does not count. She’s an outlier. And she was born in Pennsylvania. That’s barely real country music. You’d be miserable all night.”
“Yes, you would know about ‘real’ country music, Mr. Las Vegas,” you counter.
“That would be Dr. Vegas to you,” he quips, bending down once again and giving you a kiss. You reciprocate, kissing the corner of his mouth. “What if I told you I really wanted you to stay? Bad?”
“Bad? I guess I’ll stay, if it’s bad. But you have to be the one to text Penelope,” you say begrudgingly. As if you weren’t as releived as can be. And as if Spencer didn’t know that.
He smiles and allows his arms to wrap around your waist. Spencer’s kisses become slower, you could feel every aspect of them. His lips, of course, but also his stubble. The air being pushed out of his nose. The hand swiping it’s typical resting spot, your cheek. His tongue delicately tracing your mouth. It all feels so calculated for you, so measured.
And you, on the other hand, are a mess, trying to keep up. Your heart is pounding and you’re sure your face is noticeably hot. And by the time Spencer leads you to your room and sits you down on the bed, its temperature has only increased.
You kick off your boots. He sits next to you, his hands holding your waist, ever so firm. He brings them up, thumbing the inside hem of your tank top.
“All good?” He checks.
“Yeah,” you say, head spinning with all the good chemicals.
“Deep breaths for me, okay? Gotta keep your blood flowing appropriately,” he reminds you, leaning back and taking you in. “Pretty girl.” You blush and his hands move to your lower back over your tank top, delicately brushing over in a way that gives you goose bumps. You shiver.
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You’re sensitive in your lower back. God, there’s still so much more to learn about you.” He breathes out.
“Good. I was scared you’d get bored, with your perfect memory and all,” you joke.
“Bored? The human brain is limitless. Your brain is limitless. I wanna know everything I possibly can that goes on up there. Everything that makes it feel good. It’s the least boring thing I can think of.” You blush and look down.
You lean in for another kiss, this time to his jawline and neck. Your hands slide up his stomach under his shirt a little and and you look up to him.
“Okay?” This time you ask.
Spencer nods. “Okay.” Your hands trace up under his own shirt, and you immediately lean in to kiss him, holding his chin.
All of a sudden he’s everywhere. Even sitting next to you, he manages to take over every ounce of your body. He’s kissing your mouth and forehead and cheeks, one hand is holding your face, and the other is mapping your stomach.
“Can we try something new then? If we wanna do and learn everything?” You whisper. One quick tête-à-tête later, you’re sitting on his lap, shifting your hips softly as he held your waist for you.
“I guess I was wrong. You’re gonna be an amazing cowgirl.”
#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x gn reader#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#fanfic#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds#piper’s works
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Mercy
Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 Violence / horror/ gore/ nudity/ Abuse/ body horror Word Count - 1217
The Dothraki celebrated, with drums, dancing and drinking. All were much loved by the Dothraki horse lords, A Fire burning in the centre with a pig roasting. Viserys wondered drunk into the tent, he was angry and frustrated at all that had happened since arriving at Vaes Dothrak.
“Daynares!” Stumbling through the door, he called out, “Where’s my sister!”
The music died down the moment he entered,
Jorah made his way over to the drunken Targaryen, trying to settle him
“Get your hands off me!” Viserys warned pushing him away, “No one touched the dragon!”
Karl Drogo listened to the translation of the going’s on and began to laugh, Which caught Visery’s attention.
“Karl Drogo!” he called out, “I’m here for the feast!”
Drogo answered but of course, Viserys had no care to bother to understand, and looked to Jorah for translation,
“Karl Drogo says there is a place for you… Back there.”
Viserys shook his head like a petulant child, “That is no place for a king!”
“You. Are. No. King.” Drogo spat back
Viserys drew his sword pointing it at anyone near him,
“Viserys Please,” Danerys spoke up,
“There she is…” He chuckled turning his attention and sword to her,
“Put the sword down. They’ll kill us all.” Jorah reminded,
“They can’t kill us,” Viserys chuckled as he walked, “They can’t shed blood in their sacret city.” He smirked, “But I can.” He said pushing his sister to her seat with his blade, “I want what I came for, I want the crown he promised me. He bought you but he never paid for you. Tell him I want what we bargained for or I’m taking you back… he can keep the baby. I’ll cut it out and leave it for him.”
Karl Drogo answered once more,
“What’s he saying?”
“He says yes.” She answered “He says you shall have a golden crown. That men will tremble to behold.”
“Oh… well… good I… that's all I wanted, what was promised.” Viserys nodded with a drunken chuckle,
Drogo rose to his feet and comforted Dany, cradling their baby in her womb, the two shared a look of a deeper understanding but before he moved away she thought of all he had done for her, in the days before Illrio how he could have sold her away to a pleasure house, could have left her to die, and yet he didn’t. She squeezed his hand with a small plead in her eyes, the last inch of mercy she would give her brother.
Drogo merely looked to his men and they grabbed Viserys by both arms and dragged him away,
“Let go of me! Get off me! I am the dragon!”
They forced him down to his knees,
He screamed out in rage but it cooled,
As Drogo selected a gleaming gold necklace from the treasure trove, he strode over to the roaring flames of the fire and carefully placed the precious metal amidst the glowing coals. Viserys, growing increasingly desperate, frantically flipped out and implored his sister for clemency.
But she ignored him,
“Dany Please!” He begged,
Drogo used a pair of metal tongs to pick up the necklace, its gold glowing and smoking from the heat. As he approached, Viserys squirmed in desperation to escape, but Drogo's men held him firmly in place. “A Crown for A King.”
Without warning Drogo dropped the necklace down,
The hot gold meeting Visery’s head handing like a crown and setting fire to his hair, the heat melting his skin and fusing to it,
Viserys screamed as the gold links bound in a tight meld of metal and skin, he was convinced this was how he died but the Dothraki men poured a bucket of horse piss over him cooling the gold enough that the meer heat and burns wouldn’t kill him.
Dorgo made an order but viserys was too lost to listen as the men dragged him away.
At dawn, he found himself among the horses, left to die there in the muck. But to his surprise, the men came back for him.
They dragged him to the centre of camp where all the horse lords, and Drogo and Dany had gathered. They seemed surprised he was even alive.
Viserys had no strength even to hold himself up let alone to fight when Drogo gave orders. the men cut and ripped Visery’s clothes leaving him naked in view of everyone, Then bound Visery’s hands in front of his stomach, they forced him up to mount the horse bareback, tied a rope around his ankles and under the horse leaving him unable to get down even if he wanted to, another Dothraki took the reins of Visery’s horse as the hoard began to roll out forcing the horse forward.
Viserys was numb with pain, his head throbbed with pain his head still burning from the gold melded with his head, his lips chapped and desperate for water, his skin dry and burning in the hot sun, his stomach sunken and nauseous, his balls numb from the bareback on the horse, his legs cramping, everything so sore, tender and painful. He struggled even keeping himself up but he knew if he was to fall they would simply leave him to die in the mud.
The Dothraki forced him to ride for hours from dawn to dusk.
Once the sun set the Dothraki set up camp for the evening and left Viserys on his horse without so much as a cup of water or a moment of rest.
Viserys was convinced he would fall at some point in the night, and he would die in the dirt without anyone even thinking twice,
“Here,” A voice whispered, “Drink,”
Viserys opened his eyes and saw a water flask by his lips, and without a word, he latched his chapped lips around the flask and gulped down the water desperately, the cool water soothing his body even just slightly, once he had suckled every last drop it was taken from his lips and he gasped, “T-Thank you- Thank you.”
“It’s okay, Here, it’s not much but it should help,” she whispered helping to lift his body enough to slip some folded blankets between him and the horse,
It didn’t do much but even just the slight padding did wonders for his body’s pain,
“Thank you… thank you,” he said almost crying,
“There’s not much I can do for you tonight, we’ll start travelling once more in the morning.”
“No… no please I can’t take any more…” he begged,
“I’ll bring you more water and some food before dawn, I promise I will help you.”
“Thank you,” He nodded,
She moved away and went to disappear into the night,
“Wait… your name? Please.”
“Y/n.” She answered before she vanished into the darkness of camp,
“Y/n…. y/n…” He gasped doing all he could to remember her name, and her did.
She was a slave girl, Viserys had bought for Dany as a handmaiden. He had slept with her a few times on the travels, made her bathe him, and he was cruel to her… as he was to all of them. He wondered if he should trust her after all he knew he’d done to her, but he didn’t really have another choice if he didn’t want to die. He questioned why she would want to help him after how cruel and degrading he was to her, but for now, he was just thankful she even wanted to help him.
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Black Out - a Baby Lasagna fanfic
Who: Baby Lasagna / Marko Purisic Request: pls could you do one where marko faints after a big performance? maybe he goes a bit too far in the performance and the reader is there as first aid? Requested by: anonymous Word count: 1217 Warnings: contains descriptions of fainting / passing out.
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Marko knew what was about to happen to him the moment his performance in this final Dress Rehearsal for the Eurovision Song Contest was coming to an end.
He had given this performance, the one the juries from all countries would be basing their points on, more than his all. He had sung, danced and pranced around as if his life depended on it, and Marko realized in the back of his mind that he had pushed himself over every limit he had. He would surely be paying a price for it...
And indeed.
As soon as he struck the final pose of his performance, he felt the world spinning around him. Every muscle in his body either trembled with fatigue or felt like jelly. Marko knew he had gone too far. And even though it had been worth it, he knew he would end up on the floor sooner or later.
With the last of his strength, Marko managed to walk off the stage in somewhat of a straight line. If anything, he wasn't going to collapse in front of the judges and an entire arena filled with people.
He stumbled into the security of backstage. Just one step out of view from the audience was when his muscles refused to cooperate with him any longer.
Marko just registered sagging, almost gracefully, to his knees. He felt so dizzy now, like all the blood had drained from his face, and black spots were blurring his vision. He tried with all his might to hang onto consciousness, but the battle was already lost.
Not a second later, the world around him went dark, and Marko toppled sideways and fainted completely.
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Marko wasn't sure how long he had been out for. There was a flurry of things happening around him when he regained consciousness somewhat. He couldn't see it, because he wasn't quite able to open his eyes yet, but he heard it. There were hurried footsteps, alarmed voices, and items being moved around.
Amidst the chaos, there was one act of comfort and peace: someone slowly rubbing circles between his shoulder blades.
Marko marginally opened his eyes. He was lying on his side on the floor, exactly where he vaguely remembered going down. His head rested on something soft, possibly a jacket or a vest which served as makeshift pillow. He felt sore from his fall, and was sure he'd earned himself a few bruises.
Marko found his wrist in someone else's hand, with fingers pressed gently against the pulse point, and discovered someone was sitting on the floor with him.
He opened his eyes a little further, shifting his head slightly to be able to look up at the person sitting next to him: you. Marko recognized you. He had seen you all week here backstage as part of the medical team that was always on standby for the contestants and the audience.
Marko stirred, rearranging his body somewhat, as a soft groan rolled off his lips, which caught your attention.
"Marko?" You moved your hand from his back to his shoulder, and leaned in a little closer to him. "Can you hear me? Are you back with me?" Marko nodded minutely. "I think so." His voice was flat and lifeless, but at least he was responding. "Don't move just yet," you soothed, "lie still for a little bit longer." Marko hummed softly in reply. He didn't feel even nearly ready yet to get back up, and he was glad you apparently saw it, too.
"I do need to ask you a few routine questions." You spoke softly. "Is that alright with you?" "Yeah." The word was a breath off Marko's lips, but you heard it. "Can you tell me where you are?" You started. "Arena," Marko mumbled back. "Day of the week?" You continued. "Friday." It cost Marko some difficulty to speak, but he managed to give you the right answers.
You gave him a little breather before you asked your next question. "Are you experiencing any chest pains or shortness of breath?" You asked calmly. Marko slowly shook his head. "No." You hadn't quite expected him to. You still had your fingers pressed against his wrist to feel a steady pulse, and his breathing looked calm and regular as well. "Any injuries?" You had already done a quick check on him just now, but had not been able to see anything that worried you. "No," he answered softly.
Marko shifted his legs a little. He gradually looked more lucid, and had his eyes open. A grimace crossed over his face as he stirred. You had seen it. "Painful?" "Yeah. Bit sore from going down, I guess." Marko's voice became clearer, and the words came easier to him again. "What happened to me?" "You fainted. Probably because of overexertion, possibly overheating." You were confident on your diagnosis. "I saw your performance. It rocked. Maybe a bit too much." You added with a chuckle. A small smile played on Marko's lips. "Too much of the good thing, huh?" "Definitely." You smiled. "Combined with having done that already about a dozen times this week, and the fact that this arena is not exactly cold, I guess it all became a bit too much. Seriously, though, I have no reason to assume anything more worrisome is going on." "That's a relief." Marko visibly relaxed a bit with that knowledge.
You gave Marko another few minutes to lay down. By now you could almost have a normal conversation with him again, even though he looked absolutely spent. You gently let go of Marko's wrist, trusting he would be fine. "Would you like to try to sit up?" You asked. "Yes, please," Marko nodded.
He moved as if in slow-motion. Clearly, he wasn't entirely trusting his own body yet, being very gentle in case it would betray him again. You, too, sat ready to catch him for if he would faint again.
Marko slowly propped himself up on one elbow, before carefully using his arms to push himself into a sitting position. He took it slowly, but he seemed alright. "You good?" You eyed him attentively. "I'm good." Marko's voice sounded tired, but his posture held a little confidence in himself again. He ran both his hands through his hair and blew out a deep breath.
"Here." You handed him a bottle of water. "Thanks." Marko gratefully accepted it from you. "What do I need to do now?" "Rest," you answered straight away. "Plenty of rest, and make sure to stay hydrated. So cancel whatever plans you have for the rest of the day, go back to your hotel and take it easy."
The apprehension was clear on Marko's face and you easily recognized the most burning question on his mind. "You'll be alright to perform in the final tomorrow," you eased him with a wink. Marko chuckled in relief. "You had me worried there for a second."
You rose to your feet and helped Marko get up, too. He looked steady again, and you were confident he would be perfectly alright after a good night's sleep. "Just take it easy for a little while, and I'm sure you'll be able to give another amazing performance tomorrow," you assured him. Marko smiled gratefully, reassured. "Thank you, and I certainly will."
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3 am - Leon S. Kennedy.
i don’t really know what this is? i was listening to mitski one night and i bet you all know how the rest of that goes.
warnings: angst, mentions of trauma, kind of fluff? i guess? it’s not smut that’s for sure. not proofread and with all of my stuff i just want to say my account is 18+ only mdni!!
word count: 1217 words
pairing: leon x gn!reader
(a/n) sooooo this is kinda my first writing post on this new account and I just want to say hi, if you’re new here…hi hello. I used to write for tlou on my old blog (rxllingstones)! i honestly didn’t know how to end this so it feels a bit rushed but anyways, enjoy!
You open your eyes to the dark bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, trying to mentally prepare for what the rest of the night is going to entail. Shifting your spot on the bed to face him, you find Leon lying there—already awake. His drained expression conveyed that he had been having nightmares. His body language told you that he had been lying awake for a while, and you knew that you had to do something to make him feel better. You reached out to him, your hand gently gracing his arm."Leon?" Your voice was barely above a whisper but it was enough to draw his attention towards you. His expression had already softened slightly.
"Yeah?" His voice was shaky like he was trying to hold back tears. Instinctively, you bring your hand up to his cheek to comfort him, your thumb rubbing small circles along the soft skin. "Had a nightmare?" You ask even though you already know the answer. He nodded sheepishly before sitting up on the bed. His head fell in his hands as he tried to hold back tears desperately. He was so tired of crying about the same. Exact. Thing. Over and over again. He felt as if he was only allowed to talk about the matter a certain amount of times, and once he reached that quota he had to just keep it to himself the best he could. You stay quiet, letting him take his time to process whatever he wants to say next.
After a few moments, he speaks. "I just keep thinking about that night," he says, his voice breaking as he struggles to keep the tears from coming.
"I'm sorry." You were able to hear through his mumbles. Those words broke your heart. "Baby, you never have to apologize for being upset..." You try to soothe even though you know the two of you are going to go into your usual pattern when he wakes up in the middle of the night. He wakes up from a nightmare, he feels guilty about it, you comfort him and the whole thing starts up again a few days later. Looking at the clock on the nightstand it read:
3:23 am
You sit up on the bed as well so you can rub small circles along his back, the gesture easing him into your embrace. Leon leaned his head against your shoulder as you rubbed his back before completely face-planting into your lap, adjusting himself so he could get comfortable in this new position. You felt a sense of comfort as you watched Leon settle into your lap, content to be in your embrace. You enjoyed the feeling of being needed and appreciated, and you were glad to be able to give him the comfort and security he needed.
He always looks so small like this, no matter his size or stature, he looks almost petite. You bring your hand up to caress his cheek and wipe away any leftover stray tears. "I'm here baby, let it out..."
You just held him. His golden locks were entangled in your fingers as his head rested in your lap. You watched as his muscular form shook, Leon's sobs being muffled by the fabric of your checkered pajama pants. You felt yourself tearing up, your heart aching for him. The sight of him breaking down like this was enough for you to feel just a little bit of his pain. The ice-cold emptiness eating away at your heart, the feeling nearly suffocating.
You wanted to comfort him, to make him feel better, to make him know that he wasn't alone. You wanted to tell him that everything was going to be alright, but you couldn't. So you held him, in silence, feeling the warmth of his tears and body against your own. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you in as if you are the only thing keeping him afloat. He would just sink and disappear if his arms weren't around you like a life preserver.
Leon shifts slightly so he can face you, his icy blue eyes showing signs of exhaustion. "It's just... I can't escape it, you know? The screams, the chaos, the feeling of helplessness." His voice trembled with the rawness of his emotions. "I'm just so scared that I'm going to lose everything."
"If you're not scared, you're not human." Your words hang in the air for a moment and they couldn't be more true. After Leon encountered those soulless monsters again and again in different forms, it was nice to be reminded that although these feelings are awful, they're a reminder that he's still alive. He's still somewhat himself. Leon clutched onto your words like a lifeline, desperate for the reassurance that you were truly here for him. Your soothing touch and comforting words echoed in his mind, pushing back the darkness that threatened to consume him. "I'm not going anywhere."
In that moment, he allowed himself to believe in the words you spoke. He found solace in the bond you shared, in the unconditional love you offered.
Letting out a shaky sigh, his arms leave your side and his hand finds its way to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours in a silent gesture of trust. "You always know the right things to say to get me to relax," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I promise you that I'll do everything I can to make sure you're safe and that what happened in Raccoon City never happens again." His grip on your hand tightened slightly as if clinging to you as an anchor in the storm.
Your eyebrows stitch together in a concerned expression, your free hand still messing with Leon's blond strands of hair to try and soothe him. You can hear determination and fear in his voice as he speaks. "I know, angel, I know..." was the only thing you could say in response. Life is unpredictable and you can't change fate, but the way Leon was speaking with his voice full of vindictiveness, you can almost believe him too. "Now, how can I get you to relax, hmm?"
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Leon's lips as he gazed up at you, his eyes still moist from his earlier tears. He appreciated your understanding; it meant the world to him to have someone who truly comprehended the fear and pain he had experienced.
He sighed softly, his body finally beginning to relax against your comforting touch. "Well, cuddling always seems to do the trick," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness, attempting to lighten the heavy mood. Leon shifted position, allowing you to maneuver more comfortably beside him and you couldn't help but crack a slight smile at his change in demeanor, feeling an odd sense of pride wash over you. It was nice to know that Leon was going to be able to have a good night's sleep now thanks to you. These restless nights usually end up bringing the two of you together, making him strong enough to face another day of the everyday horrors he has to deal with. He feels that he could face any monster that comes his way with you by his side.
dividers by the lovely @cafekitsune <33
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I was the one who requested the “stem wrestling” Andrew X reader.. that was 100% a typo 🤦♀️ I meant arm wrestling
The Arm-Wrestling Challenge
Word Count: 1217
Andrew x Reader
Note: I hope this works! I get it...I usually catch a couple dozen typos every time I edit!
It had started off innocently enough—a simple, casual evening among the apostles, relaxing after a long day of travel and teaching. The group had gathered in a clearing just outside of camp, seated in a loose circle around a small fire. The air was filled with chatter and laughter, the kind that only came when everyone was finally at ease.
That was, until the teasing began.
"You think you're strong, Andrew?" (Y/N) grinned from across the fire, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I don't know, you looked like you were struggling to carry those baskets earlier."
Andrew scoffed, clearly amused but not about to let it slide. He leaned back on his hands, his grin widening as he looked at her. "Struggling? Please, I could carry double that without breaking a sweat."
The others immediately perked up, catching on to the rising tension—playful, but oh-so competitive.
"You sure about that?" Philip chimed in, smirking. "Seemed like (Y/N) had no problem keeping up with you."
Peter, who had been lounging nearby, let out a laugh. "Andrew? Strong? I don't know, he was practically out of breath by noon."
Andrew shot Peter a mock glare before turning back to (Y/N), his competitive nature flaring. "You want to test that theory, (Y/N)?" he asked, his voice playful but challenging. "How about an arm-wrestling match? Right here, right now."
The firelight flickered across (Y/N)'s face as she raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Arm-wrestling? You think you can beat me?"
Andrew shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, though the glint in his eyes gave him away. "I know I can beat you."
"I cannot imagine how this is a good use of our time," Matthew piped up from the sidelines, but his wide eyes betrayed his interest.
John grinned, nudging James. "This is going to be good."
Without wasting another second, Andrew shifted forward, clearing a spot on the ground in front of the fire. He patted the space next to him, inviting (Y/N) to join him. She stood up, making a show of stretching her arms, cracking her neck, and flexing her fingers dramatically as she stepped toward him.
"You're really asking for it, Andrew," she teased, kneeling down across from him.
"I’m ready when you are," he shot back, rolling up his sleeves and placing his elbow on the ground, hand raised. His eyes never left hers, the teasing energy between them thickening as they squared off.
The other apostles gathered around, their laughter filling the air as they egged the pair on.
"Alright, everyone, place your bets!" Peter called out, rubbing his hands together with excitement.
"I'm betting on (Y/N)," Philip declared with a grin. "Andrew’s too distracted."
"Hey!" Andrew protested, looking affronted. "Distracted? By what?"
"You tell us," Philip teased, wiggling his eyebrows. "Something’s got you all flustered."
(Y/N) laughed, catching the way Andrew’s cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink. "Flustered, huh? Should I go easy on you?"
Andrew narrowed his eyes playfully. "Oh, you're going to regret that. Let's go."
Their hands clasped, and Andrew immediately felt the strength in her grip. She was no stranger to hard work, and he had to admit, she was stronger than he had anticipated.
"Ready... go!" Peter yelled, and the match began.
At first, neither of them budged, their arms locked in place as they each put their strength into the hold. (Y/N) leaned forward slightly, her face set with determination, though her smile never left her lips. Andrew’s muscles tensed, but his focus was split between trying to win and trying not to be completely captivated by the mischievous glint in her eyes.
"You’re holding back," (Y/N) taunted, her breath coming in steady as she held her ground. "Afraid I’ll embarrass you in front of everyone?"
Andrew gritted his teeth, pushing harder, but his grin broke through the effort. "Just... giving you a fair chance," he panted, though the beads of sweat on his brow told a different story.
The group around them was loving every second of it.
"Come on, Andrew!" Matthew shouted, laughing. "Don’t let her win that easily!"
"Y/N’s got this," Philip said, his voice full of amusement. "I’m telling you, Andrew’s already lost."
Andrew shot Philip a quick glare, but his concentration faltered for just a second—long enough for (Y/N) to gain the upper hand.
"Oh no you don’t!" he exclaimed, his arm pushing hers back just slightly.
Andrew’s eyes widened in surprise as she started to overpower him. He wasn’t used to this kind of competition, not from her, at least. His muscles strained as he fought to regain control, but she wasn’t letting up.
"What’s the matter, Andrew?" she teased, her breath coming a little heavier now. "Not as strong as you thought?"
"You're cheating!" Andrew accused, though he was laughing through the strain. "You must be cheating."
"Cheating? I’m just stronger than you." Her eyes danced with amusement as she leaned in closer, their faces now just inches apart. The tension between them was palpable, but not just from the arm-wrestling.
Andrew felt his heart race, but not from exertion. Her proximity, her teasing smile, the way her eyes held his—it was all too much. He realized too late that his attention had once again wandered, and with a sudden push, (Y/N) slammed his hand to the ground in victory.
The crowd around them erupted into cheers and laughter, some patting (Y/N) on the back, others teasing Andrew mercilessly.
"Did you just let her win?" Peter asked, his voice full of mock disbelief. "Andrew, I thought you were stronger than that!"
"Looks like she’s the stronger one," Philip added, grinning from ear to ear.
Andrew, still catching his breath, leaned back on his hands, shaking his head in defeat. He shot (Y/N) a playful glare, though there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You got lucky," he said, trying to salvage his pride.
"Lucky?" (Y/N) repeated with a raised eyebrow. "That was all skill."
"Sure, sure," Andrew muttered, still grinning. "I let you win. Next time, I’ll take you down for real."
"Oh, I’m looking forward to it," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she stood up and dusted off her clothes. "But maybe next time, don’t get distracted by how amazing I am."
Andrew stood up as well, brushing off his sleeves. "I wasn’t distracted—"
"You were totally distracted," Philip cut in, laughing as he clapped Andrew on the back. "It was written all over your face."
Andrew gave a small, embarrassed chuckle, but when his eyes met (Y/N)’s again, there was something else there—a spark, a silent acknowledgment of the teasing that went beyond the arm-wrestling match. It was playful, yes, but there was something undeniably real between them, something that neither of them could deny much longer.
She gave him one last teasing smile before turning away to join the others, but not before calling over her shoulder, "Better luck next time, Andrew."
Andrew stood there for a moment, watching her go, his heart still racing—not from the match, but from her. He shook his head with a grin, knowing full well that next time, he wouldn’t be able to resist another challenge.
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Taleblr Characters as LPS Pets Part 1 (P.I.E.)
As inspired by @evilmagician430, here’s a list of what LPS animal I think various Taleblr characters would be!
As there are over 3,000+ pets, it’s kinda hard to narrow down which ones suit the characters, so I’ve included several. I’ll try to explain why I chose the ones I did, but some of them were purely just off of vibes so some may not have much of an explanation, oof.
Also, as everyone has a different take on the characters, I encourage anyone interested to share which pets you think the characters would be (I’m sure we’ll all have different answers lol). It’d be cool to see all the different pets everyone thinks suites the characters :3
Due to the sheer amount of characters within the Taleblr universe, I am most likely forgetting several characters. Sorry in advance, as my memory isn't the best ;-;
As there is a limit to 30 images per post, I've had to divide this post into several posts. I've kept them organized, though, and this one is for P.I.E. characters (in honor of P.I.E. Day). The Acachallas will be in the next post!
All of the images used are either from the LPS Collector's Wiki, or from ToySisters.com. The images with the blue backgrounds are from Toy Sisters, along with the 2nd image in Mary's section, and the images with the white background are from the wiki.
List of characters with their respective LPS animal under the cut!
P.I.E. Characters
Johnny Ghost
So LPS #1953 fits Ghost the best, imo. The color palette suites him, and for whatever reason when I look at this pet I just think, “Yeah, that’s literally Ghost.” So there’s that. It's literally Ghost as a cat, idk what else to say. Looks like it is not a physical contact type of pet.
Purely off of vibes, but LPS #1142 could potentially work. Idk, just reminds me of Ghost for whatever reason (I think cause I saw a horse like this irl and it reminded me of Ghost). Looks like it'd bite you if you're pushing its buttons too much, so maybe best not to get on its bad list.
Jimmy Casket
As Jimmy is associated with blood and vampires, I think LPS #1470 is a good match! Besides, bats are pretty cool! I didn’t really see any other pets that I thought would work, though, so it’s just this one for Jimmy. An absolute gremlin. Would probably fly up high and dive-bomb unsuspecting pets.
Gregory Casket
When I think of Gregory, I think of dinosaurs and space. Unfortunately there aren't any dino LPS pets (unless you're counting the birds), but I did find two pets I think would work. LPS #661 works imo because it seems like a younger pet, and it gives energetic younger sibling energy. Wholesome little guy, must be protected.
I could also see LPS #1154 fitting Gregory. I tend to associate greens, blues, and oranges with him, and this gecko has all three. I headcanon that Gregory loves reptiles and amphibians, so I could definitely see him being one in the LPS world. Give it some paper and crayons, and it'll think you're great.
Johnny Toast
When I think of an animal that fits Toast, I’ve always associated him with border collies and huskies for whatever reason, so I think LPS #210 would work well for him! It looks like a dapper gentledog, too, so that’s a plus. Would make the best pancakes, too, I think.
LPS #785 fits, and I think the color palette works as well (there are some other LPS with the same mold that are dark blue, and those could work as well! One of them is LPS #1217).
Gavin Toast
I’ll be honest, I didn’t really see any LPS pets that just screamed Gavin to me, but I think LPS #523 could work! Looks like the type of pet to try to act aloof and mysterious, but secretly just doesn’t want others to get involved.
LPS #55 could also work, as that cat looks like it’d try to con me (that look says it all…). I think of Gavin when I see tuxedo cats anyway, so I guess that's another reason why I think this pet could work.
Jinny Toast
Johnny and Gavin’s sister Jinny is a slightly hard one, as I can not for the life of me remember if we’ve ever seen her in a video (she’s been mentioned a few times, though). So purely going off of headcanon, I think LPS #1209 works well for her! I associate purples with her for whatever reason, so this pet’s colors fit her to me. Seems like a pet with tons of ambition, who isn't afraid to speak what's on its mind.
LPS #815 suites her as well! Something about the dark gray mixed with the little bits of the light blue here and there gives me Jinny vibes.
Mary Toast
It was hard to narrow down what pet I think best suites Mary, as I found several. That being said, I think that LPS #347 works best. It looks like a confident, fun-loving pet, and its coloring matches what I headcanon her hair and eye colors to be :3
I could also see her being LPS #69 from the newest line. I just think it gives Mary vibes, idk. Sorry for the picture being so small; couldn't find one that was bigger :(
Fred Spooker
I have always associated Spooker with cats, so that’s why I think LPS #1521 is a perfect match! While the pet itself doesn’t automatically have the pink beanie, it did come with its set! As with the cat for Ghost, this pet just screams Spooker to me.
I could also see LPS #511 working for them, as I think the color palette and markings fit Spooker’s aesthetic!
While rather basic, I think LPS #2034 would also match, as I think of yellow tabbies regarding Spooker :3
Chris “Colon” Ghostie
There were a few pets (albeit repetitive) that I thought could work for Colon, but I ultimately landed with LPS #1602. This bear just makes me think of Colon a lot, and it seems like it’d be a cool pet to be around! Probably very logical as well (Chris is the most logical one of P.I.E. after all).
LPS #366 could work as well, mainly due to the color palette (I heavily associate purples, blues, and greens with Colon). Seems like a chill pet to be around. Would definitely want to hang out with it. Could have some interesting conversations with it, I'm sure.
Woah
Maybe because she is a ghost and floats around wherever she goes, bit I tend to think of birds representing Woah. Due to this association with birds, along with Woah's color palette, I think that LPS #1650 is a good match! This pet also gives me Woah vibes, idk. It seems polite but shy. (While not pictured, LPS #372 is a pet from the same mold that I think could fit Woah, too. It has brighter colors than LPS #1650, but it's still pink, blue, and purple.)
I could also see LPS #1660 fitting. It looks like a sweet younger sister who likes to be with others, but also gives me shy vibes. Definitely suits Woah, imo.
Johnny Boast
I don't exactly have a lot to say about Boast, oof. But for whatever reason, I think that LPS #1191 fits Boast a lot. It seems like the type of pet that's somewhat reserved but once you get to know it, it's got quite the sense of humor. A good vibes pet for sure. Would definitely want to be friends with this pet.
I could also see LPS #650 working for Boast. Idk, when I look at it it reminds me of him a lot, so there's that. I think it's the colors, but I'm not quite sure. This pet seems loyal and calm, which are attributes I see Boast having.
Johnny Roast
I didn't really know how to choose a pet for Roast, so I decided to choose his based off of vibes. With that, LPS #753 gives me major Roast vibes to the point that this is a case where this pet is literally just him. Can't really explain it, but yeah. Probably a prankster, and was definitely the class clown when he was in high school.
Dark Pit
Since there isn't a lot to go off of with Dark Pit when it comes to canon, I'm relying on my own take of the character for choosing what pet I think works for him. I usually associate blacks, purple, yellows, and blues with them, and that definitely influenced what pet I chose. That said, I think that LPS #2708 would work well for his angelic form. I wanted to stick to a pet that could fly, then I remembered that there was a LPS fairy line. This pet looks like a sparkle dog, and sparkle dogs are cool; Dark Pit is cool, so they get to a sparkle dog.
For his human form, or in this case animal form, I think that LPS #1748 is a good fit. This pet gives me vibes that it would be the type to constantly observe/watch other pets, which would fit along with an angel watching over humans (animals in this case). Like, you're at a party and this pet is just in the corner sipping punch and observing everyone. Mysterious. Totally not trying to see how it should interact with the others.
William Barricade
If I'm remembering things correctly, wasn't it stated that William Barricade used to be a member of the OG P.I.E. (like, when Boast, Roast, Pit, etc. were around)? I just remember that he was part of P.I.E. in the past, but he quit (not on bad terms or anything, though). Anyway, I think that LPS #61 suits him a lot. Idk why, but I feel like he'd definitely be a German shepherd if he was an animal. I don't really have much to say about him, sorry ;-;
Katrina
As there is very little info about Katrina in canon, my picks for what LPS pet she would be are probably going to be different than what's expected? (Idk what the general consensus surrounding her is, oof.) That being said, I think that LPS #2135 works well for Katrina, as its color palette makes me think of her and the pet gives me similar vibes to who Katrina is (at least according to my headcanons). This pet seems friendly, but it also looks like someone that I wouldn't want to be on bad terms with, you know? Seems really smart, but maybe a bit too kind to people for its own good, putting others before itself.
I also think that LPS #879 would be a good match, as it gives me vibes that it would be a friendly pet who has a good sense of humor, and also likes learning new things. Also, for whatever reason, I associate sheep with Katrina? I genuinely don't know why I do, but for as long as I've known of her I have.
Jenny Ghost
Idk what all to say about Jenny Ghost, but I honestly can't remember much about her? I know her and Jenny Toast showed up in 2 or 3 videos, but I can only vaguely remember 1 :( Anyway, I associate grays, pinks, and purples with her, as well as cats, so I think that LPS #1921 fits her well. Coincidentally this pet is from the same mold as the pet I chose for Johnny Ghost. This pet gives me sassy girlboss vibes, lol. Could probably have some of the most thought-provoking conversations followed by the most mind-baffling ones with this pet.
Jenny Toast
Like I mentioned for Jenny Ghost, I unfortunately don't really know a lot about Jenny Toast :( That being said, she seems like such a cool, fun person to interact with. They would probably try to get me involved in some wacky shenanigans, and I for one would probably be down to join. Anyway, I think that LPS #1676 fits Jenny Toast well! I associate her with purples, blues, and blacks, as well with dogs and rabbits. This pet also just gives me Jenny vibes. It seems very polite but also like a bit of a troublemaker. Very fitting of Jenny Toast, if you ask me. (This may be me misremembering, but wasn't Jenny slightly a prankster in the videos they were featured in?)
I can't upload the image of this next pet due to the 30 image limit on posts, but I think that the LPS Kohl's Rabbit could also work for Jenny! It's a white bunny with light blue accents, and it reminds me of Jenny Toast a lot for whatever reason.
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Strip Tease with John Marston x OC (link to fic on ao3)
Day 24 of Kinktober 2024
Summary: While a little tipsy Mia gives John a little show.
Word Count: 1217
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Blue Morning, Blue Day
A 616 Marvel fic featuring Liz Allan/Harry Osborn/Flash Thompson
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1217
Summary: Liz and Harry Osborn have invited Flash Thompson into their relationship - at least, for a few nights. But as time passes and he starts to grow closer to his friends (to his high school ex; to his close friend and former roommate), Flash starts to wonder if he's just butting in on their happy domesticity and family life.
But he can't bring himself to say no when they ask him to stay through the morning, this time.
Written for @polyshipweek day 8, free day!
#flash thompson#harry osborn#liz allan#my writing#polyshipweek23#LizHarryFlash#i am once again creating tags...#dedicated to. well. you know who you are. you know what you're responsible for.
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Day 6
Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Blood sucker LegatoX F!Reader
CW: Dub con, serious dub-con, Oral, forced orgasm, Period sex, blood drinking Smut, angst and smut, imprisonment, chained up, rim job,
Word count: 1217
A/N: Day 6, You had been at a party and woke up chained to a bed. This doesn’t look good for you at all, and all you can remember is a handsome man with blue hair and golden eyes.
You knew you shouldn’t have drunk that much, it had been a fun party and you know you were having a good time.
Memories of long cool fingers along your fevered skin pressing against you like ice, goosebumps rising along your body in the wake of that sensation. They had spoken to you, with a voice that as you struggled to wake up sounded like it was underwater in your memory. No. He.
It had been a man, and in the fog impending your thoughts you can vaguely remember him, tall and broad shoulders. A flat look of disinterest highlighted by the golden orbs in his head beneath those blue cascades of hair. If you hadn't been already half in the bag, you might have noticed the way he watched you, moved his body along yours so you were enveloped in his hold. A predator who had his prey firmly in his jaws.
In your memories of the night before he seemed almost out of this world, something just not quite right.
Or maybe that was just the throbbing in your skull, the nausea in your belly making you want to hurl, trying to roll over and realizing you can’t. It’s a struggle getting your eyes to open, was, was there something else in one of those drinks last night? Shivering in the morning air.
At least you think it’s morning.
With your eyes open it doesn’t make a difference, surrounded in darkness and the cotton in your mouth isn’t just from your hangover anymore. Your heart rate skyrockets as the muscle pounds against the inside of your rib cage, lifting your arms, the clink and clang of metal echoing around the room.
“I see you’ve awoken.” His words are slow and measured, something about his voice sending a chill down your spine. The way it drips like honey covered in sweetness and invades your senses, but you know some honey is made from poisonous flowers. You didn’t think your heart could beat any faster, turning your head towards where you think the noise is coming from.
He’s moving, his steps slow and each one sounds like a death toll and you know each ringing footfall is part of the song of your end. People don’t walk away after waking up tied to a bed with chains. The fear inside of you builds the closer he strides.
“You’ll taste so much sweeter like this. Your fear seasoning you like a dash of salt on well marbled steak.” Those cold fingers dragging along your skin starting at your throat and moving down your body, shiver hard enough to make the chains keeping you in place rattle adding to the pounding in your chest.
A soft whimper when one of those digits starts to circle one of your nipples, from the outside of your areola circling closer and closer until he’s just rolling your hardened bud under the tip of his finger.
“Even restrained your body still responds. Such a good little pest.” He doesn’t give the other breast the same treatment, just begins to skim those icicle like fingers down your chest, down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. Slipping them into your spread legs and giving them a twist, a whimper from you once more belly flexing as your muscles protest the sudden intrusion into your sex.
No matter what you try your mouth just doesn’t want to cooperate with your mind, the words to tell him no, trapped behind the confines of your teeth.
As suddenly as they were inserted the fingers were removed just as quickly, the tangy smell of copper flooding your nostrils. The tips of those fridigit digits pressed under your nose. “You’re going to provide me with a nice little meal.”
What the hell does that mean? And did he just spread blood under your nose? Are you on your period? Is that another reason why your stomach is churning? Because your body is trying to deal with your monthly problem that makes you hate the fact you’re a female?
In your internal musings of panic you missed the feeling of his fingers leaving your face, attention snapping back when you feel the mattress under you dip. Warm breath fanning out over your pussy lips, a warm breath that is making you aware of the wetness dripping from your folds. You really are aware of the pain in your abdomen now the cramps making themselves known.
A squeak from you when his cold hands grasp the underside of your thighs, adjusting your body and you gasp in shock when what you can only assume is his tongue pressing to your taint and flattening against you before scooping upwards as if he’s collecting the tissue being forced out of your body.
Lapping as your core and your stomach clenches, disgusted that the man is eating you out while you’re on your period. His tongue plunges into your pussy with gusto, a low moan rending the air, he’s clearly enjoying it and while you are grossed out your body is responding to his actions. As he pushes the muscle in his mouth reaches deep inside your cunt, impossibly long and hitting nerves that have you responding with spasming walls. More moaning from him as your slick channel gives another jerk, sending more blood from your core for him to sample.
Core clenching as he wiggles the muscles around your walls and your skin is warming up, eyes shooting open when you think you feel teeth against your lower lips. Two of them far longer than they should be, is he a vampire? Or some other kind of monster you’ve heard of from horror movies?
You don’t get the chance to dwell on it, his tongue slipping from your core with a loud slurp and you think you hear his lips smacking together. That moist warm breath of his washing over your shivering pussy before you feel the tip of that long muscle tracing the outside of another tight ring of muscles smearing fluid around the hole. Tears brimming your lashes as he tries to push his tongue into your ass, the sensations so different from anything you’ve ever felt before.
Panting as he keeps trying to shove the muscle into the tight hole, licking and sucking at the skin between your cheeks. Stomach churning from the thought of it and the fact that he can do whatever he wants to you finally sinking in. It’s far worse as you had thought the worst he could have done would have been to just kill you.
Once his tongue breaches your entrances he begins to wiggle it around gasping from the signals of pleasure running up your back. His nose between your folds and the strange feeling in your hole pushing you over the edge, cuming from the sensation.
The stranger pulling his tongue from your butt and lapping at your pussy and swallowing down your release and anything else draining from between your lips. Looking downward all you can see are two slitted golden eyes looking up from between your thighs. “I think you can manage another for me, little pest. I’m far from satisfied.” The way his voice makes even your bones tremble tells you, you really aren’t leaving this prison alive.
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At your Mercy Chapter 2
Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Pairing: You’ll see it’s kinda obv here now. human! fem! Reader
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1217
Disclaimer: I know this is a short chapter but the next one is longer I promise. :) Again thank you everyone for taking the time to read it.
The next day was your day off and Mallahir took you out to the gardens where you discussed the difference between Quenya and Sindarin that gave you a hard time. “It is just so confusing sometimes. I cannot remember if it was Quenya or Sindarin and it’s driving me mad” you complained. “You are very good at speaking Sinadarin already and I am sure that with a little more time and practice you’ll perfect it. With Quneya I am afraid I won‘t be helpful. I have never learned more than a few simple phrases.” Mallahir encouraged you. Debating his words you answered “Well thank you. I guess you are right. I still do not fully understand Quenya though. It is an interesting subject and seeing you don‘t know much about it I guess I‘ll need to find someone who knows Quenya to ask my questions to.“ You mused.
A silence fell over you and you remembered yesterday's events. Walking through the beautiful gardens was refreshing. The pretty flowers shone in the sunlight and had a glow that reminded you of the flowery fields outside of your hometown. The path led to a part of the gardens where many tall trees grew. The sunlight barely made it through the leaves of the great trees and you still pondered if you should ask Mal or better leave it for another time. You made up your mind and looked at your friend ready to ask him about whatever had been going on. He’d been walking on casually and you thought now might be as good as any other time. “Mal yesterday when you..” Suddenly Mallahirs posture changed to a very stiff and straight line and you turned your face to whatever he was looking at.
When you looked ahead you could see the High King coming your direction. Your eyes widened and you were a bit lost on what to do. Everything you had learned about elvish cultures and standards was out the window. You had never seen him from up close and you did not know how to act or behave around him. Did you have to bow or get on your knees? You internally panicked and just watched and mimicked Mallahir in a desperate attempt to not misbehave and possibly offend the High King.
“Good evening High King.” He said bowing his head slightly and you just pursed your lips, not knowing if you should say anything. You decided to keep quiet. The King was a tall, confident and tactful character. His stern face made him appear even stricter but there was something else in his eyes. Something melancholic maybe. He had something about him, that made you anxious and you felt your ears getting hot. ‚Get it together Y/N‘
“Good evening Mallahir.” The High King responded quietly.
His voice. You had never heard his voice before. Well you had but not like this. Not so calm and close. He had a deep voice, something very soothing to it and you’d liked to hear it more often. He wore a golden dress just like the trees, something in which you had seen him in many times now. Of course he had never seen you before. When his eyes met yours you froze.
“And good evening to your young friend. I have never seen you before.” His dark eyes bore into yours and you felt like drowning in them. He had an intensity in his eyes that made you gulp and try to actively focus on anything else. You thanked the Valar that Mallahir proved to be your knight in shining armor once again. He moved beside you touching your shoulder introducing you to the High King. “This is my friend Y/N. She is a human, here to study elvish culture.”
When you turned your face to the High Kings you saw to your own Horror that he had not taken his eyes off of you and was still looking at you with his intense pretty eyes. ‚Did you just think of his pretty eyes? Did you just think pretty?‘ “Ah yes you are one of the few low humans that Erestor had requested to be allowed to study here, yes?” This time you had to force out a word “Yes that is true.” You gulped again. He seemed to understand that he must have interrupted you or he had seen how uncomfortable you felt and decided to have mercy on you, which was something you dearly hoped was not the case.. “Very well I’ll leave you to your walk then. Enjoy your time in Lindon Y/N.“ The way he let your name roll off his tongue made you blush slightly. You quickly looked down letting the loose strands of your hair cover your red cheeks a little. „Mallahir I‘ll see you tomorrow.” He walked past you to the gardens and you continued your walk through the trees.
To be honest you were pretty shocked still and needed to recover from that. It was only a few weeks here and you already met the High King. Elves were breathtakingly stunning in appearance and posture in general. The way they carried themselves made them appear powerful but no one you had ever met would even get close to this elf. His aura alone was probably powerful enough to have his enemies on his knees without even any need for a fight. You would love to see him in battle. He would probably defeat anyone in his way in the most elegant way you could imagine.
Only after a while did you realize he just called you a low human? Whatever a low human was, you were a little mad he had spoken like that about, you in front of you. It all got lost in the situation and you were sure if anyone else had spoken about you like that you‘d have told them off. What a weird situation. You were sure you had never been in such a confusing scenario especially not here. If you had not been so out of it you would have remarked on his blunt and harsh words but he was the High King so there was not much you could have said right?. The look he shot you made you think you saw something like judgment in his eyes when he fixed you with his gaze while saying he had never seen you before and suddenly you were not so sure that your visits up the hill had been unnoticed afterall. After that your plan to ask Mallahir about the Meeting had been pushed out of your mind and had been replaced by the High King's deep dark eyes. The rest of your evening walk with Mallahir you could barely concentrate and after the second time he asked if you even listened to him you’d apologized and told him you needed to rest. “Of course you need to sleep again. You humans sleep so much I should not be surprised.” he laughed but you only half heartedly joined in and said your goodbye after that. You took the fastest way home but in fact you took about 20 minutes longer than usual due to your slow pace. Your mind was wandering much faster than your feet, still drawn to the High Kings wonderful dark eyes. Uh Again wonderful? Get it together Y/N! Get your shit together!
#god damnit it‘s not easy to fill a chapter and not make it boring or too much#it‘s really not much happening#fic#mywork#at your mercy#gil-galad#reader#gil-galad x reader#yeah here you have you pairing#its friggin mr salad and reader#rop#trop#my fic
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Need (Simwood)
A/N: Felt like writing some fluff/angst with Wolfwood and my Trigun O.C, Simela Simeonidis (A fellow EoM agent). She tries to get him to voice his needs since he's been putting the needs of others above his own, almost his entire life. Trimax & 1998 Anime coded Wolfwood. Tags: Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Nicholas D. Wolfwood is shocking at voicing his own needs so Simela is here to help him out, just two EoM agents wanting to live a happy life together, Hinted smut but it's not happening. Word count: 1217. Ao3 Link Trigun Fic Masterlist Divider credit: cafekistune
He was completely under her spell and utterly bewitched by her.
There she was, naked and sitting in his lap - in their post-coital afterglow - her thumbs gently running themselves over his cheeks as Simela tenderly held Nicholas' face. Her golden eyes gazed down into Nicholas' dark blue eyes, her own filled with so much love and adoration for him. The way Simela looked at him made him almost feel shy, like a giddy little boy falling in love all over again, her gaze making his heart flutter and skip a beat. He felt like the luckiest man alive having a woman as loving, caring, and understanding as Simela.
“What do you want from me, baby? What do you need? I’m right here.” Simela cooed, her long black hair cascading down and forming a curtain around his face. She smiled down at Nicholas, her calloused yet delicate fingers combing through his black hair and smoothing it back so that she could see all of him. A few stray black locks of his hair slipped from her gentle grip to frame his face.
“I want… I need… I…”
Nicholas stuttered, searching her eyes for an answer. He was speechless, it was as if her gaze turned him to stone and robbed him the ability to form a coherent response. He had never been asked out aloud what he wanted and what he needed, nor did he even think to voice it to anyone - not even Simela.
For the last few hours, he had happily been busy attending to her needs, showering her with the utmost love, affection and pleasure. The only thing he concerned himself with, was her release and pleasure, how many times he could bring her to such a euphoric high. It brought him such great satisfaction to know that his hands could pry such wonderful sighs and moans of pleasure from her, smiling whenever her body would oh-so-easily lean into his touch and beg for more.
Though, not only could his hands bring her such great pleasure, but they also had the ability to pull her into a secure embrace to keep her safe and to protect her; to comfort her, to look after and take care of her. The same hands he used to wield the punisher could hold her close after a nightmare to comfort her, greet her in the morning in the form of a gentle touch that followed up with a kiss and a cuddle. They could rub her back or shoulders after a long day, or just merely hold her hands.
Knowing and feeling that all of him could bring great comfort and stability to Simela was enough. He could do good for both the children at the orphanage, and for the woman he loved. Knowing that made him feel over the moon. It turned out that he did have the ability to protect that of which he held so dear to his heart.
"But what about you, Nick?! Have you ever voiced your needs?! Why don’t you ever voice them to me? To anyone? It’s okay to ask for something in return, you know…”
He recalled the countless small arguments he and Simela had about him not being vocally open about his needs. Nicholas never asked for affection from Simela outright, but did it in a non-verbal, physical manner. Very often, he would bunt his head into her hands, weasel himself into her lap, wrap an arm around her shoulders or waist and hold her close, cup her face in his hands, or even hug her from behind. He didn’t feel the need to ask anything from Simela. She just knew what Nicholas wanted from his gestures alone, and that was one of the many things he loved about her. He didn’t have to say anything because the mutual understanding was already there.
After all, actions spoke louder than words, right? But how could he even begin to express himself in words? He wanted to give her the world and have a future with her. That’s if he was deserving of one with her of course.
He pictured their future together in his head multiple times. The two of them, settling down in a quaint home or apartment in a small town with some children running around, living a peaceful, happy life together, taking good care of both her and the kids. Perhaps he would look into living off the land as a new profession, with Simela opening a bakery like she had always wanted and continuing in her late mother’s footsteps.
Ahhh, but what about the children and Miss Melanie at the orphanage? Perhaps he and Simela could continue to work together to protect the orphanage, and surely she would have no issues doing that and helping him out. After all, she came from Hopeland just like he did, and she supported any ideas he had in helping and protecting the orphanage and helping out with the kids or Miss Melanie where she could. With her around, it meant that he would be free of the dreams he had blood on his hands.
Most importantly, they would finally be free from the shackles of the Eye of Michael. Free from the burden that weighed heavily on their shoulders in their current professions. Free to roam Gunsmoke with or without any prospective children as they pleased. Free to heal from their shared pain and trauma together in each other’s warm embrace.
And heck, if Lady Luck was kind enough to him, perhaps he would even get the opportunity to ask her to- “Nico?” She called to him, her voice snapping Nicholas out of his thoughts.
“Mmm?”
"Sooo… Have you thought about it?" She asked, chuckling as she ran a thumb over his cheek.
“Mmm… Yeah. I… I want you to hold me and kiss me.” He said, giving the flesh on her hip a gentle squeeze. There was an element of assertiveness to his voice which seemed to make her smile.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He then closed his eyes, soon feeling Simela’s hands cup his face. Her lips first pressing themselves against his forehead before leaving a trail of soft kisses down from the bridge of his nose to his lips. At first, she pressed a soft, shy peck to his lips before pulling him into a string of deeper kisses. Her tongue then gently swiped his bottom lip, to which he gladly parted his mouth and allowed her to explore; tasting the light mastic from her cigarettes when their tongues met. The earthy sweetness of her taste left him wanting more and more, causing him to become breathless no matter how much she breathed in to his kisses.
"Simela... There’s something else… I need..." He asked between breathless kisses.
"Hmm?” She pulled away from his lips with a soft pop, leaving them to softly brush against his lips as she spoke. “And what would that be, baby?" she purred.
"You." He breathed, smiling as he rubbed his stubbly cheek against hers and pushed her down onto the bed; peppering her face with kisses.
Simela laughed as she fell back onto the bed, nuzzling into his kisses while wrapping her arms around him. "Aww, it's okay, Nicholas. You already have me, I'm here and always will be. Just for you, baby~”
#Wolfwood x OC#Ship: The Dragon and the Punisher (Nicholas/Simela)#you're damn right this is going in the ship tag that I have for them#OC: Simela Simeonidis#Wolfwood x Original Character#Adra writes
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#5
for my own private collection
summary: having a boyfriend who's a pornstar means everyone gets a piece of him. you request a piece all for yourself. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1217 warnings: austin butler as a pornstar. edging. masturbation ( m and f ). orgasm control. mild daddy and mommy kink. mild dom/sub undertones. sex tape? me making one joke re: one night in paris. author's note: welcome to day 17 of kinktober, sex tape with austin butler. this was fun. everyone thank @dreamersparacosm for this being pornstar austin because i struggled a little with this because my previous attempt felt boring. this does not feel boring.
"You know you could just buy one of my movies, right? Or- I'm pretty sure I have them on my hard drive. At least one, you know the one with Liv and Luke-" Austin starts to say before getting cut off by your answering huff over the phone.
"Yes, because I enjoy watching one of my best friends getting railed by my boyfriend and one of my other friends. Makes total sense, babe." Your tone is biting and not for the first time Austin is reminded of why everyone nicknames you Viper after every time they're on the receiving end of this tongue of yours. "No, I want- everyone else gets to see you play with your cock, beg for mercy from Olivia all sorts of things. I just- I want to watch you. I want to only see you."
Austin sighs. "A personal tape?"
"I- I didn't think of it that way, but yeah. I wouldn't pay for it, obviously but you could give me that. One Night in Austin." You have to bite your lip at your own joke, it's not funny, really especially after knowing the details behind Paris Hilton's tape, but still you think it's a little funny.
"I was about to say yes, but I don't know if I can after that Paris Hilton joke." He pauses and tries to bite back his own laugh. "Give me a couple days, okay? Three tops, depending on the mail."
"You're sending it via the mail? Are we in the 90s?" You ask incredulously, shaking your head at the phone.
You can actually hear Austin's shrug and picture his face. "No, but if you want something private for only your eyes, I have to go low-tech."
After all, he's got enough of a following that he doesn't put it past anyone on the web to somehow hack into his email and get the video. He's seen it happen with his ex and he's seen it happen with so many people in the industry. Better safe than sorry. You hum in acknowledgement before letting the topic go.
When the mail arrives on Saturday you're excited, it comes in an unmarked envelope with Austin's looping handwriting writing out your address and the note attached simply says "for your eyes only".
It takes you a minute to set up your blu-ray player to play the DVD but when you do you settle onto your bed and watch your boyfriend wave at the camera, grinning his signature grin that he reserves only for you.
"Someone wanted a show, a private video without paying." He smirks, moving to show off how he's completely naked. "She's lucky I'm kind of in love with her."
You can't help but laugh at the comment before you focus on what he's doing. You notice he's already hard, leaking and that he almost looks like he had been playing with himself before he turned on the camera. Your hand moves to between your legs, slowly starting to rub at your clit, you think you should grab your vibrator but knowing how Austin is- how his cock already looks, you don't think this is going to be long.
"I've already been playing with myself, baby." His hand moves to stroke his cock, hissing as his thumb brushes the tip. "Been telling myself that my girl wants to get a show and I know what she'd like. What she likes when we're together." He pauses and grips his cock a little tighter. "Been wanting to come for a little bit already. If you were here you'd be edging me for hours, wouldn't you?"
He's not lying and you know it, as much as you enjoyed being edged by him- seeing his relief after you let him come was something else. Seeing how his mouth would fall open with whimpers and sighs did something else. Your breathing quickens as you feel your cunt getting wetter, feel your juices starting to pool as you watch him.
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621 notes - Posted October 19, 2022
#4
you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue
fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 )
rating: M, though occasionally this just slides into X, honestly y’all this is a lot of smut with a plot. So minors, shoo shoo.
relationship: austin butler/reader, elvis/priscilla see the warnings. really read them, you need to for that last bit to make sense.
word count ( this part ): 5.1k. i don’t think they’ll all be like this. either that i’m going to write basically the war and peace of reader insert for this fandom.
warnings ( overall, just so you don’t start this and stumble into something several parts in ): daddy kink, age difference ( austin is his normal age during the time frame of the fic, reader is almost a decade younger, no one is underage ), character bleed, talk of poor treatment of subs, talk of sub drop and subspace with them also being entered, dom/sub, choking, collars, possessiveness, a pretty unhealthy relationship that likes to masquerade as a healthy one, zipper riding, slapping of various body lower body parts, bdsm, oral ( f and m receiving ), public sex, slight sugar baby/sugar daddy elements but it’s not quite that. ALSO THE BIG C VIRUS IS A PLOT POINT. i’m probably missing some but if i did they’ll probably come up later.
author notes: so eventually this fic gets to it’s original point which was that @floralcyanide saying something about ass slapping during the priscilla and elvis scene in the bedroom before he ends up going to the international and we all cry. @sassy-ahsoka-tano really wanted that fic and i was like I’M GOING TO DO IT. then @satninbeaulieu and i went a little buckwild. a lot buckwild. seriously if y’all saw our chat together. when i tell all of you that this fic is basically everything including a kitchen sink i’m not necessarily lying. but please, seriously don’t ignore the warnings, this fic goes places and i want to make sure everyone is having a good time. also if you want to be tagged for this, message me because i will probably forget otherwise.
also! credit to mpmarypoppins for the moodboard. i’d do it the fancy way with tumblr but as we’ve established i’m an old lady and would probably break something.
ALSO. because lord have merthy the lovie anon reminded me, this is definitely going to be a series and i'll link to the previous parts, all that jazz when the next parts come out.
You knew better than to fool around with co stars, you had seen enough issues crop up in the time you've been trying to slowly make your way into the industry that you know it's a bad idea. You swore to yourself after the last time you would never date or fool around in any capacity with someone you are starring in something with. Then you met Austin Robert Butler and everything changed.
He was always on the outskirts of your knowledge, the guy who you've seen in all these shows but not someone you connected with a guy almost a decade older than you. The irony of your age difference didn't escape you, how could it, a nearing 30 year old would be pretending to be in love with an almost 21 year old when the real people had almost the same difference albeit in a creepier fashion. The idea of you getting the part is not one you considered in depth, you had seen your competition and when you arrived at the building you had actually run into Olivia Dejonge who looked like something had maybe gone wrong. You didn’t dwell on it, because you knew that way would lead you to messing up and this is important. You had to focus on the task at hand, because truth be told you were probably going to be crushed if you didn’t get this part. You might not look identical to Priscilla but then again, from what you remembered of Austin and from what you’ve seen even with dyed hair, he didn’t exactly scream Elvis Presley to you. In fact he kind of screamed the nervous unassuming guy that should be famous because all young girls love him but there’s also about fifteen of him that pop up every few years. He was pretty cute though and maybe that might have influenced your decision to audition. You wanted the part but were far too nervous until they announced the lead and what was the harm in shooting your shot.
You opened the door slowly and peeked your head in to see Baz and Austin talking about something. They both stopped and turned to look at you, Baz with a smile and Austin with a head tilt that you felt was mildly questioning, but with how his eyes roamed your body when you fully stepped into the room maybe you read the questioning look wrong, perhaps it was just initial confusion. You started to fiddle with your ring with a dove on it before anyone spoke.
“Y/N!” Baz called, motioning for you to sit in the chair in front of him and Austin. “Come in, I was just telling him about you.”
Your lips quirked up into a small smile, “all good things, right? I don’t think I’ve done anything that embarrassing lately."
“All good things, Y/N, I don’t think Baz has it in him to say a bad thing about any of the people who’ve come in today.” Austin answered before Baz really even had a chance to open his mouth. He still stared at you over his glasses as if you were the most fascinating person on the planet though and from what you had seen, that wasn’t usually his MO, honestly the whole thing was kind of weird. But you figured it might have just been the way he was sizing up his potential romantic leads. You had to shake your head for a moment before looking at Austin again.
“I don’t know if I should take that to mean a good thing or not. But if from what I’ve heard about you Mr. Luhrmann, I’m in for a bumpy ride if I get the part, maybe it’s just your way of buttering us all up.” You quipped, trying to not stare at Austin.
The director grinned and laughed slightly. “I’m afraid you might have caught me, Y/N, but with any luck I’ll still be able to show you that it’s not nearly as bumpy of a ride as some would lead you to believe.”
You couldn’t help the way you shrugged as you sat in the chair opposite of Austin. “I’m going to hold you to that if that’s the case.” You paused and raised an eyebrow at Austin. “Do I have something on my face, Mr. Butler? It’s a little rude if you didn’t tell me.”
He opened his mouth once, twice, and then swallowed as he looked you up and down before he finally answered his voice sounding a little deeper than it had been when he previously spoke. “Sorry, you’re- You’re the first girl I’ve seen today that just made me pause. And your skirt rode up a little. If you want me to point out something that’s wrong.”
Your eyes widened as you opened your legs just a bit to shimmy the offending fabric down. “I’m so sorry, this was the first thing I grabbed. Should have known better. Pants, always the better option.”
Austin for his part let out a low chuckle when he responded back that you swear sounds more like Elvis Presley than is necessarily possible for someone who you know regrettably is from California. “Not when you want something underneath them.”
"Who told you that you had to take off pants if you want something underneath them, Daddy. I’d hate to see what happens when you can’t get them off.” You mouthed off quiet enough that Baz couldn’t hear you and but Austin could. You looked him up and down before settling on his lap to attempt to prove your point. This was weird. This feeling was weird, you’re not usually this mouthy to anyone, let alone someone who- no, Austin Butler is not a dom, no, you’re just being bratty to a sub or a switch or maybe someone who isn’t even the scene.
Baz looked between his two potential leads and tilted his head. He knew he needed to give them a warning that they were about to start the chemistry test, but honestly, Baz felt he was already interrupting something between both of you. Still, you needed to not be in a chair, Austin could probably stay in his, but you need to be on the floor, he needed to see what exactly that would look like from a blocking perspective without the set at first. “Y/N, could you get on the floor, right where you are, just on the floor instead of the chair. Priscilla’s-”
“Supposed to be on the floor for this, I saw.” You finished for him before slowly making your way to the floor. Austin eyes followed you and you shivered slightly.
You had felt kind of this way once upon a time when you had fooled around with your older costar right around the time you turned eighteen. He had been married and you really shouldn’t have but everyone always says that the girls with daddy issues always have a daddy kink and maybe you weren’t the exception to that fake rule. The thing was that your co-star had been a Daddy, or at least a dominant when he didn’t try to be your Daddy, whereas when you look at this idiot in front of you no part of him screams that. In fact he looks like at best a switch, maybe a pretty bratty sub, dressing like a boho Professor Elvis Presley, flannel on the top and fitted slacks at the bottom with glasses that wouldn’t look out of place on your mother’s face. Yet your brain was telling you the opposite, your brain zeroed in on how his thigh was tensing up and how you could see his hand and his foot stopped doing a nervous shake it had been doing for almost the entire time you’ve been in the room. Was he reacting like this because you got down on the floor? You shifted a bit, adjusting your skirt once again before settling on the floor, your legs folded off to the side underneath you and you looking up at Austin. You could see his eyes widen just a hair and you heard the exhale that forced its way out of his lungs but- no. No, he wasn’t a- he- he was always following Vanessa Hudgens around like a puppy of a man, there wasn’t a- no you were not going to follow your brain down this path. You were a professional, there was time to dwell on these thoughts when you weren’t at his feet and feeling more comfortable than you had in almost half a year.
“Baz, does she have to be on the floor, I mean this is a chemistry test-” Austin started, staring at you with an intensity you do not want to place but your brain is filing away anyway. You played with your ring as you listened.
“I want to see how this would look- go with it Austin.” Baz said, motioning for the two of you to begin.
All the lines in the beginning were yours, you knew this going into it but you had been prepared to just walk around saying them, you had a whole motion that you had planned. You adjusted it though, careful to not hit Austin as you did. But not hitting Austin required looking at him for an extended period of time and that was beginning to be a problem as your eyes wanted to focus on his fingers- God they were long- on his lips and was he always this attractive. Focus.
“He’s just really lonely and quite frankly so am I. And they didn’t really know what to say after that so I went to bed.” You leaned a little up into Austin’s lap when you said the line knowing fully well that wasn’t in the script but it felt right to do. Austin was looking at you in a way you weren’t too sure how to describe. It’s acting but there almost feels like there’s an added bit to it, that it’s just Elvis looking at Priscilla but it’s also Austin looking at you and- you could suddenly understand how she would fall head over heels for a guy ten years her senior. How she could be so obsessed with him and how even after his death she could still be so linked that she's not Priscilla Beaulieu she's Priscilla Presley.
Austin huffs out a laugh as Elvis and leans down, almost close enough to kiss you and reaching out almost like he wants to pull you in for one. “I have never met anyone like you.”
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677 notes - Posted August 4, 2022
#3
good girls clean up their messes
summary: austin didn't used to have a housewife kink and neither did you. funny how life-uh- finds a way to change that. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 2100 warnings: housewife kink. unprotected p in v ( though can be read as committed relationship birth control situation ). cleaning kink? minor breeding kink. praise kink. brief mention of the pandemic and how austin was a recluse for a bit. author's note: welcome to day 25 of kinktober, housewife kink with austin butler. this was fun. truly i'd actually have written more but i had this view of cleaning in my head vs anything else. so honestly, anyone asks and i'll write a whole big long thing about it but for now, enjoy this little tiny thing. also thank you @pennyroyalcreep for being the one to ask for this. i had hoped someone would choose austin for this kink vs anyone else so i was pleased as punch about it when you did.
You were never made to be a housewife, you've told Austin this on more than one occasion. Even when you first met him and were first talking to him, you told him that despite how perhaps you looked it, all warm and inviting, it wasn't your sort of style. Life had a funny way of changing those things sometimes. It started out slow, after all you were the one with a faintly normal nine to five-ish job, he was the one who had to jet across the world half the time. It made sense that you would keep where you were living and he at least- stopped by clean. You weren't a heathen, you knew how to make your house look presentable. The first time Austin had come back from being away for a while was the Elvis press tour and he had been expecting to see the house in some sort of disarray, maybe you hadn't been keeping up with the laundry or maybe their were dishes piled up in the sink. Instead, what greeted him was his girlfriend- the woman he fell in love with when the world went to shit, he became a goddamn recluse for six months, and everyone had let things fall by the wayside- in her pjs doing the dishes with these stupid little green gloves that in your own words- "kept me from getting dirty while cleaning".
All Austin could think about when he saw you that way is making you as dirty as he could. His teeth bit at his lower lip, picturing you taking off those gloves, making a show of it as he just sank to his knees and showed you just how much he appreciated your effort to keep the place clean. In fact, that had been what he decided to do the moment he wrapped his arms around your waist and you had let out a small gasp at his clothed erection.
It got worse after that, with him finding every excuse to just watch you clean and you finding that you didn't mind. You wanted to show Austin how you could keep things going, wanted his praise telling you how good you were, how he had the best girlfriend that he'll marry when he gets just a minute to himself. How you made everything so clean only for him to dirty it up with you. How you clean up the kitchen when the two of you cook knowing fully well he wants to have his dessert on the table, spread out on the tablecloth, chasing your pleasure higher and higher until he has to suck on your clit just so in a way that has you almost breaking the table when you come back down to Earth with a thump.
Bikeriders is- complicated when it comes to him coming home and you hate it, it's led to you having to show him FaceTime videos of the clean bedroom and the dishes and him forcing them to let him take a break because he just wants to eat dinner with his girlfriend. It's led to praise being over text and over the phone with him stroking his cock and you curling your own fingers inside yourself or using that one vibrator Austin hates. You miss him and he misses you just as much if his moans are anything to go by, if his grunts and whispers of your name are anything to go by.
It's a Saturday and you find that there's more than a bit more dust in the house than you'd like, that and you've let the glass door leading out to the backyard remain a little too dirty for your liking. Austin had mentioned the possibility of being able to fly in for the weekend, something about an award or a round table discussion but he hadn't told you when he'd be coming in. You take a chance on him coming in early, choosing to be a little silly and wear a French maid costume you had bought for yourself last Halloween and turn on your cleaning playlist, allowing the mix of electroswing, rock and jazz fly through the air as you got started on your efforts. The door is easy enough, done in about thirty minutes and left to settle before you would go back and see if you missed any spots. Now came the hard part, the dusting that usually would have you sniffling by the end of it but you hoped it would be different this time.
Your wish is granted, just not in the way you planned for it as Austin opens the door to the house and walks in only to find you bent over, no underwear under the costume you're wearing and he has to bite his lip to swallow the groan that threatens to escape him at the image and the knowledge. He knows perfectly well how engrossed you get in your music when you're cleaning, having once snuck up on you and swayed to the beat of the music for what felt like ten minutes- it was only five- before you realized his presence and had abandoned your task. You're near the window you had just cleaned, dusting the bottom part of an end table nearby and Austin drops his bags quietly, allowing himself to sneak up on you until you feel his hands grip your hips. The gasp that leaves you is closer to the breath leaving your body, especially as Austin uses his grip to pull you into a standing position, feeling just how hard you've already made him.
"Hey baby." He murmurs into your ear, kissing the side of your neck and nipping at your earlobe. "No panties and you're dusting in this. You love painting such a pretty picture for me, don't you?"
The voice you have, the one that normally snarks at him leaves your head right in that exact moment knowing fully well you need to use it. Your answer is predictable because of it. "I have to make sure my hardworking man comes home to a nice clean house." You swallow and shake your head a little, ignoring how Austin's hands are sliding up your torso, making their way to your chest. "I've seen how messy his hotel rooms can get."
His laugh vibrates against your back and the noise slips into one ear only to settle in your brain, you missed hearing that laugh in person. "Low blow. Valid, but is that any way to treat me after all this time?"
A giggle leaves your mouth unprompted as you try and focus on dusting once more. "Yeah, maybe just a little."
He hums as an answer to your sass, cupping your breasts as he grinds against you slowly. "Want to fuck you, baby. Want to make a mess of you while you clean."
Your breath quickens just slightly as you grind back against him, allowing you to feel the roughness of the fabric of his pants against your bare ass before you pull away, smoothing down your skirt. "I've still got to dust around the door, Austin."
The noise that comes out of him when you moves sounds like a growl as he pulls you against him again. When he speaks it comes out almost as a whine. "I can just flip up that skirt while you're dusting, baby. Promise I won't make you smudge the nice clean window with your body. Just want to fuck you against the door."
You know your neighbors can likely see what Austin's doing, see how he's slowly pinning you against the door, the front of your body pressed against the cool glass, giving you some relief from how hot just having Austin pressed against you is making you feel. Your answer comes out in a pant.
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#2
treat me nice
summary: your boyfriend has a two new kinks he didn't quite realize until elvis. the pair of you explore them.
rating: M, once again minors, under 18 please go far away from this.
word count: 4450. we are not talking about it.
warnings: feminization to a point? it's austin in lace underwear, it technically applies. dom/sub dynamics. orgasm denial. use of the words baby boy, mama, angel, sweet boy and ma'am. squirting. oral (f recieving). use of the word snowman as a safe word. that might be it, i don't necessarily know what applies here.
author's note: this is @floralcyanide's fault through and through. basically i read just friends and was like damn i owe you the lace panties fic now. then it turned into inexperienced sub austin (because the efc server is a bunch of heathens!!) as well and i just went mildly feral. i guarantee i will write out scenes from this relationship in this fic at a later date because i'm very fond of this relationship i wrote in here. also yes i am aware of that this is a bit much but unless austin butler himself comes and tells me to stop i shall do what i want. also no beta we die like men, etc. oh and yes i am working on my other stuff promise. but 30 with a kid and like a job and a half. time is not my friend.
It starts out innocently enough, you notice Austin touching his lace top while playing as Elvis like it's a new sensation he doesn't know what to do with. You can't blame him though, you remember your first time wearing silk and finding yourself touching it over and over again to feel it against your fingertips. After a while though, and once filming is starting to get farther and farther away from those lace tops you start to realize that Austin takes his time with your lace underwear more than he used to. He'll slowly slide it down your hips and almost play with the fabric in between his fingers as he does.
You have a theory the more it keeps happening, a theory that just maybe Austin likes the feeling of the lace on his skin. You're not sure if it's sexual in nature until one night when Austin asks you to leave your lace underwear on for a second while you grind against his naked cock. He eventually ends up pushing them to the side, allowing him access to your core but you saw how his eyes rolled in the back of his head after every brush of the lace against his cock.
That night helped to put things in perspective for you in more ways than one. You and Austin share everything when it comes to kinks and your sex life because that's what you should do in a relationship, but he had never mentioned this one. It had to be new and that sent a thrill through you because the pair of you hadn't had a new kink to explore together and while you love Austin there's a part of you that missed all the times you had done it with an ex.
You both have the night off, him from filming and you from your own job and you suggest watching a movie in bed cuddled up. Austin's head is in your lap as you choose to watch a film that doesn't have Elvis in it for once because you had to put your foot down somewhere. Paying attention to the movie isn't exactly your strong point right now though, instead you find yourself just allowing your hand to run through his black hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp just to hear the pleased hum come from his mouth.
"Aus? You still with me?" You ask hearing his breathing settle into something you only usually hear when he falls asleep.
"Yeah, baby, it's just that your hand feels nice." He shifts to allow himself to turn his head to look up at you from your lap. "It's helping me relax."
Oh.
You have never asked Austin if he knows if he's a dom or a sub or if he didn't even consider that scene, but that statement leaving his mouth as casually as it did gives you a clue. You had a faint inkling but this was almost confirmation. This was going to make the gift be even better than you thought. You wouldn't just be giving your boyfriend a gift, you might be giving your pretty boy a gift.
Your lips quirk up into a small smile as you use your grip to pull his face up just a bit so you can kiss him. "Is that right? You needed to relax a bit, baby?"
He nods bringing his hand up to touch your face. "You know how I can get too much in my head."
"Mmhmm, I do. I think you're still a little in your head. But I've got something for you if you let me get up." You move a little, giving him a cue to move his head and allow you to get up. He obliges and you quickly grab the box you had hidden under your bed. It takes you a minute before you're back and you hand it over to Austin. "Open it."
He holds the box in his hands and shakes it like a little kid before he pulls on the ribbon tying it shut. The lid pops off and he's presented with a pair of pink lace underwear in a shade not entirely dissimilar from the lace shirt he wore as Elvis. His voice is a little tight when he speaks. "You got this for me?"
You nod slowly, your eyes searching his face for some sort of tell bht for once Austin actually manages a blank face. "Mama has to treat her baby boy right. And he's been so good lately and so stressed out."
"I'm not-" He inhales sharply, shutting his eyes as he starts to fiddle with his hands. "I'm not your baby boy."
"Are you sure about that? Do you think you want to be?" You question knowing very well that you're toeing a very thin line that can either make Austin bolt or achieve a goal you both want.
"No." He pauses before letting out a shaky exhale, allowing himself to play with the fabric of the underwear in his hands. "Please?"
"Oh honey. Come here, let mama touch you. I've got you." You open up your arms to have Austin come into them only to find that he's chosen a completely different route of being on his knees in front of you with the underwear brushing against his cheek. Despite knowing that he wants you to dominate him, in the moment your brain shuts off and you find that you wish you had a camera, wanting to commit the image to memory.
Instead, though, you find your hand just carding itself through his hair not pulling but allowing yourself to just feel it against your hand. Austin for his part takes it to mean that you want him closer to you and he ends up just nuzzling at your thigh while looking up at you. "Can I touch you instead, ma'am?"
His question is almost to quiet to hear but you do and it causes a smile form on your face before you crouch down and hold his chin, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "You can, but how about we take this to the bedroom?"
His answering grin was such a marvel you swear if you weren't already in love with him you'd have fallen right there.
And so it went that way with the pair of you exploring in ways you didn't think were possible. It was exhilarating to say the least, watching Austin fall apart beneath you, taking care of him and exploring this goddamn lace kink that the film had given him. It's not hard to get him into some lace shirt for a photoshoot or for an interview but you haven't had nearly as much luck getting him into a pair of lace underwear outside your home. That is until Austin surprised you one night a few weeks before the Met Gala was supposed to happen.
"I want to try it." He states with zero context with his head on your chest in bed after a particularly interesting session involving a strap on, an ascot stolen from the Elvis set and edging.
"Try what? I know I'm not- I know I'm not your domme in this moment but, angel, you've got to provide me with more than the word it."
"The-" He bites his lip before exhaling the next words. "Underwear. The lace underwear."
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she’d like to cuddle up to me
fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 )
rating: M, honestly y’all this is a lot of smut with a big plot. So minors, shoo shoo.
relationship: austin butler/reader, elvis/priscilla.
word count ( this part ): just shy of 6k. this is apparently war and peace. i don’t know. it’s eaten my brain.
warnings ( this part ): daddy kink, age difference ( austin is his normal age during the time frame of the fic, reader is almost a decade younger, no one is underage ), dom/sub, choking ( implied ), zipper riding ( not quite, but sort of ), oral ( f receiving ), public sex. multiple orgasms but maybe not quite overstimulation. close but not quite.
author notes: so. once again, you want a tag, message me, i’ll tag you. or leave a reply and tell me and i’ll add you. beyond that, thank you to my partner in crime with this fic @satninbeaulieu and anyone else who has put up with me talking about this. also, this will probably make it’s way to ao3 at some point, don’t know when. maybe this week. we’ll see, my schedule always looks at my plans and laughs. also i hate the ending line of this, but i removed a chunk of this to save for next chapter or something later on. this was already too long, y’all. and not betaread because i live on the wild side.
this is part of the you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue series. specifically it’s the second. the first part is here.
The first thing you do when you get home is stalk Austin or more accurately you looked at a few- no more than 10- gossip blogs to try and check the status of Austin's relationship to Vanessa. It should worry you that your reaction upon reading that they broke up a couple months ago is sheer relief. Yes, maybe once upon a time the idea of being with a guy in a relationship didn’t phase you but you learned your lesson like a good girl and knew that you were better than being the side chick. You also knew that most of the time when you were the side chick it was because the guy was an asshole, but truth be told that was honestly most men. Maybe including Austin, but your mind hadn’t quite decided on him beyond being mildly mortified at what happened.
You had expected to hear something from Baz sooner rather than later but it took a full week before you got the call with him telling you that you had gotten the part.You put the phone on mute before letting out a shout of victory before unmuting it again and telling him thank you as he told you he planned on the first table read being about a week from now. Thankfully you hadn’t made any plans, so it was no real problem. The call ended without too much fanfare beyond your initial excitement and within about 5 minutes your phone dinged with an email containing the script. If you happened to dance while printing it out in your apartment no one could judge you.
The week long lead up to the table read had you trying to make arrangements to stay in Australia for the foreseeable future instead of your New York apartment. In between calls to iron out all your tiny details of getting most of your life transferred clear across the world you’d read the script. Everyone knew how Elvis’ story went so it’s not like anything in it was too new to you but you still found yourself enraptured enough that you audibly gasped while on the phone with someone causing them to have to ask if you were alright. Not your proudest moment.
Soon enough though you found yourself on a plane to Australia and in a car heading to the studio. You weren’t nervous before but the closer you got to the studio the more you felt your brain buzzing and your foot becoming jittery, tapping to an unknown rhythm. You took deep breaths, trying to steady yourself as you toyed with your ring. There was no need to be nervous. You had impressed Baz, you were a phenomenal actress. So what if Austin was going to be there and he had known you were going to be there before you did. So what? It was fine, it was going to be fine.
“That’s Cilla. That’s my Priscilla.” You bit your lip remembering hearing that through the door before- you weren’t going to think about that, you were not going to think about being on your knees in front of him, being on your knees with his cock in your mouth. You most certainly were not going to think about how you might have thought about it more than once since then.
This was going to be a problem, you already knew it which is what has you groaning into your hands as your uber driver pulls up to the studio to drop you off. “You going to be okay, ma’am?”
You look at him for a second before answering, moving your hand from your mouth. “Yeah, I’m going to be fine. I’ll tip you in the app, I totally don’t have any cash on me. Sorry.”
The driver shrugs. “It’s alright, you’re not in the US, not required but thank you.”
You hum as you exit the car and grab your bag, pulling down your dress as you did. The walk into the studio felt longer than you’d have liked it to, but you figure that was just because of your outfit and nervousness all balled into one tiny bit of stress for you. You’re early to the read and you’re expecting to have no one in the room when you arrive only to hear the one voice you were mildly dreading hearing.
“Y/N.” Austin says softly and a little breathlessly when he looks up at the noise of the door opening. Your heart skips a beat when you look up to see what he looks like. It’s not a Boho Elvis look this time. No, instead he went with something more put together, a simple white shirt half unbuttoned and black jacket with black slacks. Of course, the headband on his head and the glasses made it seem a little more soft, a little warmer and more gentle than it had any right to be. Truth be told, it had the tension leaving your body the longer you looked at him.
“Austin.” You smile slightly before giving him a little wave and tilting your head. “You’re here early.”
He laughs. “Yeah, if you ever meet Denzel Washington- promise, not trying to name drop, Dove- but if you ever meet him he’ll tell you it's a thing I do because I did it during Iceman Cometh. Started when my mom would drive me to auditions and now that I can drive myself around or call an Uber, it’s just stuck. Allows me to meditate on things. Focus myself.”
For not the first time since you did the chemistry read, you’re struck by how your brain just finds Austin fascinating. You have had one view of him and here he was turning it on its head- turning you on your head. It’s strange but you feel as if you might have found a fellow actor who might understand how you are. It’s method acting, but it’s not, it’s just allowing yourself to fall into a role and allow yourself to be in the moment as this person. And while you were running late according to your own time table, Austin and you were the only people there for the read. Even if you hadn't been on your knees for him not even two weeks prior, you’d have found his dedication a little attractive.
“I get it, Austin.” You twirl your dove ring as you speak. “I do the same thing. Though I’m normally the first person in the room. Didn’t know I’d have competition. Especially since I wanted the seat you’re sitting in.”
“You could sit next to me.” He pats the seat next to him with a grin as his voice pitches down just a bit. “Gotta have my best girl by my side. My ‘Cilla.”
You don’t normally laugh very easily but the sincerity in his voice makes you chuckle as you walk to take the seat next to him. “Your ‘Cilla. Guess that makes you my Elvis.” You pause and sit down, making sure your dress doesn’t ride up as you do. “My King?”
Austin’s eyes are focused on your thighs and your ass when you sit down and you notice but you choose not to comment just yet. He might have been able to be a dom but that look- no self respecting dom looks at you like that when you can make fun of it. He bites his lip and shakes his head. “Elvis hated that name, you know. Felt there was only one king and it wasn’t him. I have to agree with hating the name but that’s mostly because that’s not what I want you calling me.”
You raise an eyebrow at Austin, as you hear the door open another person coming in whose name you feel like you need to know but you haven’t met everyone yet so you suppose it can be forgiven. Your response is softer, more murmured so that they couldn’t hear you. “What is that supposed to mean? Do you have something else in mind, Mr. Butler?”
You’re teasing and you know it. You’re being a brat and you know it. You are suddenly aware that you have no underwear because you forgot it in your rush to get out of your apartment early. You feel faintly like an idiot with this knowledge but your face does not betray any of these things, instead choosing to remain blank, looking at the door as another newcomer comes in. For his part Austin’s only reaction is a slow inhale and exhale before he speaks. “Well it’s not Mr. Butler if that’s what you think. Something that starts with a d.”
The first response that comes to you is dick followed closely by dumbass and then Daddy. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you decide to throw him a bone. “Dumbass? Duke? Daddy?”
At the last word, his arm migrates to the back of your chair and he pulls you in a little closer. “Third time’s the charm little dove.Though, dumbass? I’m hurt.”
Despite your better judgment you shift a little closer to Austin, scooting your chair over just a hair. “That’s the least offensive name I could call you, Butler. It’s also true if you think I’m calling you Daddy. Remember, we had this conversation the last time. Was my blowjob that good that you forgot everything before it maybe a little after it?”
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How does Mystery Pond (008) determine what is and is not a fish? Cladistically, mammals (and, indeed, all tetrapods) emerged from fishes and so are fish as well. If I, hypothetically, pushed a fellow player into the pond would a another person appear the next day? Would it be another distinct human or a clone of the fellow player? Have you considered the ethical ramifications of cloning players without their explicit consent? Furthermore, would the same hold for NPCs? How are they classified by the game's internal logic? If 'fish' is limited to paraphyletic definition (cowards), which extant groups are considered? Do you account for extinct fish which through unnatural means may be manifested within the game? Are Galgaida (1217) and Chidon (7018) fish or, due to their nature as game constructs, classified differently. Have you considered that differentiating them from True fish might be discrimination?
How does Mystery Pond (008) determine what is and is not a fish?
The definition of fish that we are using goes as follows
The creature must be a vertebrate
They must be aquatic
They must be lacking terrestrial locomotive members
They must not be descended from any land tetrapods
Since tetrapods have terrestrial locomotive members, they are not considered under the taxonomy of what we designate a fish.
If 'fish' is limited to paraphyletic definition (cowards), which extant groups are considered?
There are six distinct modern lineages of fish which were considered when classifying which organisms can show up:
Mixini (hagfish)
Cephalaspidomorphi (lampreys)
Chondrichthyes (sharks & rays)
Coelacanthimorpha (coelacanth)
Dipnomorpha (lungfish)
Actinopterygi (bony fish)
Do you account for extinct fish which through unnatural means may be manifested within the game?
Here are the extinct lineages we took into account.
Ostracoderms (jawless fish)
Acanthodians (spiny sharks)
Placoderms (plate skinned bottom dwellers)
The only extinct fish which appear within Mystery Pond (008) are ones we have substantial records of in order to recreate.
Are Galgaida (1217) and Chidon (7018) fish or, due to their nature as game constructs, classified differently.
Galgadia (1217) and Chidon (7018) do count as fish that can be spawned within the Mystery Pond, however, the cards for these fish cannot be acquired by catching them through mystery pond. These fish can be interacted with but if they are spawned by the pond they are considered to be part of that card, not their own distinct cards.
And now for the more philosophical debate of comments made above.
If I, hypothetically, pushed a fellow player into the pond would a another person appear the next day? Would it be another distinct human or a clone of the fellow player? Have you considered the ethical ramifications of cloning players without their explicit consent?
While players cannot be cloned through the methods stated above, there was an interesting argument we had regarding the insertion of a cloning card. Through our beta testing, we came to realize a few things.
If the clone gained sentience, there was always a confusion of which was the original and which was the clone, as both people had the memory of using the card, and every memory prior to that. The extra confusion came from the fact that the clones were spawned holding a copy of the same card, which gave them resonable suspicion to believe they were the original. This caused a huge ethical issue for the beta tester, who at the time wanted to de-spawn his clone, who had run off and gained new experiences thus becoming a new person.
Is it ethical to be able to de-spawn a person? Would that not be the same as killing?
Therefore, we had to classify any new life as life and not an NPC
Shadow List is still running around Greed Island to this day, we cannot apprehend him.
Furthermore, would the same hold for NPCs? How are they classified by the game's internal logic?
NPCs are beings made of nen that we have full control over. They function as more of an autonomous nen beast until control is needed, in which they can be shut down, edited, or set back into free range motion. Some NPCs have the ability to achieve more structural autonomy in a long form of conjuration, which can happen if the player who wins the game suggests to take an NPC card out of the game. While the NPC will not technically be "alive" in the same way you or I will be alive, that will fullfill the nen condition that makes them fully autonomous from us. However, they must have a constant source of aura or therefore they will start to despawn, therefore they need to eat plant or animal matter from the real world. So long as your NPC will eat, they will live.
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[Ci]Logans POV
[Ci]On a Stormy Evening, February 14th, 20024. Logan was drinking his anguish away at the local resturants bar.'Another Valentines, alone at the the bar.'The gel in his hair to help it keep shape, feeling greasier than ever. His anoited, stained, white-short sleeved shirt, that he's seemingly had forever in his closet. His leather belt, falling apart, the metal buckle tarnished in some spots.The working jeans he'd gotten a decade or two ago. Worn and torn at the bottom, and at the lower seams, the original fabric fraying.His black working boots he used to wear apart of his suit for the X-Men, the edges worn from him running from decade to decade.The resturant doors open, a small door chime sounding the entrance of someone new. The bartender greets the newcomer in a cheerful tone, Logan looks up from his liquor at the new person.
[C]He blinks a few times, making sure he understands what he's seeing. She's decked head to toe in sparkly,shiny shades of pinks, reds and coral. Logan scoffs at the exagerrated colors and accesories. Big fluffy legwarmers cover her leg below her knee, the pattern a faux cheetah or faux leopard, Logan can't tell the difference. A jean mini skirt with faux fur lacing the bottom rests on her waist, being held up with a bedazzled gold and pink belt, the buckle in the shape of a heart. Her camisole stickign to her torso, due to the Rain and Humidity outside. The pink lace attached sticking to her torso aswell. He looked her up and down,contiuing to drown himself in his liquor. The amber colors swishing around in the bottle, the warm light in the bar casting a soft glow onto the bottle. Logan listens into the sounds of the bar, sports games, conversations between lovers. The most interesting being the conversation only four feet away.
[C]Katharine's POV
[C]I turn back to my friend, the bartender, Caelan. I lean in to talk with them, as they mix my drink, a small strawberry Daiquiri. My eyes glance over to the man with muttonchop facial hair. Caelan sees my glances, and offers me a smirk. They mumur quietly, low enough for only I to hear. "You got the hots for him?" I slowly nod and their smirk grows wider. I fiddle with my dangly earrings, accidentally flicking my wrist. Small flowers shoot out across the counter, shades of pinks and yellows.
[C]Logans POV
[C]I take a long sip of the bottle of whiskey that Caelan gave me to soothe the Ache of Valentines Day. As my head is thrown back with the whiskey, I hear some fluttering come from my left, placing the bottle down with a small thump. My head turns to the left, my eyes trailing down the bar to the flowery woman a bit away from me, and an eyebrow raised.
[C]Katharines POV
[C]After the small flowers bloom, we make eye contact. "You're a mutant, right Bub?" He says, to me standing up and walking over. Sitting right next to me. I blink a few times, nodding after I snap out of the haze that is his voice. "Yeah, yeah." I say more calmly the second time, gaining some mental embarrassment from that. He nods, and I keep eye contact with him. My eyes travel down his face, the sun damage on his face, the tired bags under his eyes drawl me in. I look at him again "My names Katharine, by the way." He nods again "Logan."
[C]My eyes fall on his knuckles, three tiny spikes in between each knuckle, on both of his worn hands. "Admanitum." He motions with his eyes as his claws come out. My eyes sparkle with interest, and some natural concern as I see some bleeding on the claws. I yank a few napkins from Caelans pocket, as they look at me amused then shocked. I offer them to him by sliding them over. "Thanks, Bub." He mumbles, and I nod.
[C]"Come- come here often?" I chuckle out, stumbling over my words. "Sorry, I'm not the best at meeting new people." He shakes his head "It's fine." I have a closed mouth smile for him when I look back at him, he has a closed mouth smile for me as well. The song Oh, Pretty Woman by Roy Orbinson comes on. I stand up and ask him "I'd like to dance with you, if you'd like, of course." He nods briskly, taking my hand in his as he walks to the wooden pit, and I follow.
[C]Logan's POV
[Bci] [Oh, Pretty Woman|https://youtu.be/kouzaR_5Ffw?si=Pei9hUKTJI61gAHQ]
[C]"Pretty woman, stop awhile
Pretty woman, talk awhile
Pretty woman, give your smile to me"
[C]My mind flashes when I saw her talking to her friend earlier. The way her eyes were lit up, talking about who knows what. I think I'd like her to light up like that when she sees me.
[C]"Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah
[C]Pretty woman, look my way
[C]Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me"
[C]I hold her waist with my left hand, taking care to not accidentally shoot my claws into her side, even if she regenerates. One of her hands is intertwined with mine as we dance. My dogtags swing as we turn rapidly to the song. Her eyes sparkle, only on my own. Her smile shines in the dim restaurant. What would she look wearing that smile and my dogtags?
[C]"'Cause I need you, I'll treat you right
[C]Come with me, baby, be mine tonight"
[C]The song slowly comes to its end.
[C]"I guess I'll go on home, it's late
[C]There'll be tomorrow night, but wait
[C]What do I see?
Is she walkin' back to me?
[C]Yeah, she's walkin' back to me
Oh, oh, pretty woman"
[C]Katharines POV
Logan's eyes sparkle, a gentle smile on his lips as he looks at me while we dance. I squeeze his hand as the song ends. Our dance slows, and we step up off the wooden pit.
[C]He looks to me first, and I look back "Let me take you home, Bub." I nod, and he grabs his jacket as we walk out of the restaurant. I see Caelan raising their eyebrows and leaning over the counter, a prominent smirk on their face as we walk out. I shake my head at them, and Logan chuckles as he sees me shake my head
[C]Logans POV
[C]I shake my head at her antics and her friend, wingman I suppose.
[C]It takes about 10 minutes walking back to her apartment, a small cozy thing in a family neighborhood.
[C]We stop at her door, and she looks up at me and smiles, her teeth showing.
[C]"Thank you for walking me home, that was very kind of you." I smile back at her "Anytime. Have a good night."
[C]I turn around to leave, heading for the stairs.
Thankfully I gave her friend a napkin of my number, just in case.
[Cb]But to my surprise...
[C]Katharines POV
[C]"Logan, wait.."
[C]I reach out for him, and he turns around mid step and tilts his head to the right at me.
[C]I walk forward, a feeling of bravery coming over me, and I wrap my arms around his neck. Kissing him dead on the lips.
[C]And...
[C]He returns it.
[Ci]"I'm hooked on a feeling
[Ci]I'm high on believing
[CI]That you're in love with me"
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Doctor's Orders
a james wilson x gn!reader one-shot
SUMMARY: Wilson sprains his ankle, and you get to take care of him.
WARNINGS: minor injury (a sprained ankle)
WORD COUNT: 1217
The sound of faint laughter and televisions echoing through the hallways of your building made you feel at ease. It had been a long day, and to say you were relieved to finally be home was an understatement. You reciprocated James’ warm smile as you walked through the door he was holding open to your condo complex.
"Oh, do we need to check the mailbox?" you asked him, in a half-whisper. He shook his head, and you ascended the well-worn staircase leading to your cozy condo, with James trailing just a step behind.
“Anyway, like I was saying, I think it gets too much hate. It was a fun movie,” you exclaimed, continuing up the stairs. James responded with a disapproving shake of his head.
“Agree to disagree,” he retorted playfully.
You sighed. “I’m never going to be able to convince you otherwise, am I?”
“Not a chance,” he replied, allowing his gaze to momentarily linger from the stairs to admire your presence. “And I’m never going to forgive them for what they did to–”
Suddenly, a resonant thud echoed behind you, followed by a pained groan. You gasped, and your hand instinctively flew to cover your mouth.
“Oh– James, are you okay?”
He groaned in pain. Your heart pounded as you leaned your bag against the post at the top of the staircase before you rushed to help him.
“Here, let me help you up,” you offered, placing his arm around your shoulders and assisting him back onto his feet. He winced as his injured foot touched the ground, and you gripped the handrail tightly as you bore his weight.
"These damn stairs,” James muttered, “I really should learn to be more careful.”
"It happens to the best of us,” you reassured him, sympathetically. “Let’s get you inside and sit you down, then we can take a look at it.”
You left him waiting at the top of the stairs as you descended again to retrieve his briefcase.
“Thanks,” he said softly, smiling fondly at you as you picked up your own bag and helped him limp to the door to his condo. Once inside, you eased him onto the sofa.
Sitting across from him on a cushioned footstool, you looked at him expectantly as he carefully examined his injury for a few minutes. You were comforted by the familiar impression of intense focus on his face; you’d seen it in his eyes doing everything from the New York Times crossword puzzle to diagnosing his cancer patients. You could practically see the gears turning in his brain when the radiator's subtle hum, unnoticed until then, ceased, leaving behind a quiet void in your condo. After a few more minutes, the weight of the silence finally became unbearably uncomfortable, and you asked:
“So… what is it?”
“Well,” he sighed, looking up at you, “I don’t think it’s broken. It feels like it’s just a sprain. Some ice, compression, rest… and I should be fully healed in a few weeks,” he said, before lifting himself onto his feet. You got up from your seat and stopped him before he could make another move.
“Okay, but the acronym is RICE. Which, if I remember correctly, means the the first rule of healing a sprained ankle… is to rest,” you pointed out, matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, but the next one is ice. I’m going to get ice before I res–”
“Hey,” you said, looking at him with feigned sternness. His eternally pleading eyes made it so hard to get genuinely angry with him. You placed your hand on his chest and lightly coaxed him back down onto the sofa. He pursed his lips and obliged, never breaking eye contact.
“I know you’re a fancy doctor and everything but just… let me take care of you, okay? Relax, I’ll get you what you need,” you said, softening your tone and tenderly stroking his face with your thumb. You sealed your sentiment with a gentle kiss on his cheek before heading to the kitchen to get ice. James’ gaze softened and he smiled as he watched you make your way to the freezer before he picked up the nearest magazine. He swiveled on the sofa to lay back and let his injured foot rest on the armrest.
When you returned with some ice wrapped in a towel and a compression wrap, you found James nodded off with his magazine open on his stomach. You lightened your footsteps as you approached him to avoid disturbing him, a gentle smile creeping onto your face. Kneeling on the floor by his head, you cupped his face with your hand and gingerly stroked his cheek, then lightly ran your fingers through his soft curls, stirring him awake.
“Hmm?”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” Your fingers tingled as you felt him melt under your touch. “I got some ice and a bandage. For compression, right?”
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing his eyes. You got up off the ground, pulled the footstool over to the sofa’s armrest, and applied the ice to his ankle. He lifted his head just barely enough to see what you were doing. There was a subtle glint of worry in his eye, and you reassured him it was going to be okay.
“You can go back to sleep, you know,” you whispered. James let his head fall backwards and stared blankly at the ceiling, letting his thoughts wander, first shuffling through his list of dying patients, then to plotting how he was going to get back at House for that stupid prank he had pulled on him earlier, then to how he forgot to ask Cuddy about the budget for new equipment for the oncology department, and finally back to you. Every aspect of his job as an oncologist dictated that he was to be a caretaker, and to have someone take care of him was overwhelming, in a good way. As a generally independent person, he wasn’t used to being shown this level of compassion. He felt his heart grow warm thinking about how lucky he was to have you looking after him, how good you were to him, and how much he loved you.
“All done,” you whispered, satisfied with your work. Wilson once again looked up at his now-bandaged foot, then at you. His movement startled you briefly, as you assumed he had gone back to sleep like you had suggested.
“Woah, I thought you were asleep? I was just about to go get a sticker for you, you were very well behaved,” you grinned.
He rolled his eyes playfully and unsuccessfuly tried to suppress a smile. “That’s a solid wrapping job, perfect even.” he approved. Your eyes sparkled with pride, and he instantly felt a familiar warm, fuzzy sensation coursing through him. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, you planted a tender kiss on his lips that left him feeling entirely flushed, and as you were about to walk away, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in for another kiss, this time more passionate.
“Mmm… just what the doctor ordered.” His warm breath lingered against your skin, and his expression turned more serious as he looked into your eyes. “I love you, you know,” he confessed, earnestly.
“I know,” you giggled. “I love you too.”
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You Say, Goodbye And I. Say, Hello
Funny Paul mccartney and y/n fanfic
I do not write serious fanfics so if you came here for a good one... LEAVE. Paul does NOT act like paul. I like to make them stuipd and funny as freak!
A short summary is that, uh. Uh, y/n is not having it today, but paul is having a joyful day. Y/n trys her werid ways to avoid talking to the sassy theatrical paul mccartney. Oh this is set in the 60s idk when tho. Paul is blue bc he is blue. Y/n is pink bc she's a girlllll😍😍😍😍
Not proof read I just send my shit out!
Word count: 1217
'Today has been such a tough day,' Paul thinks to himself. I mean, it really has been. He's been working on this new song for the beatles all day now. "Well, time for a nice deserved break then!" He says to himself like some sort of psycho. He grabs all his personal items like his keys, his picture of the queen, and whatever the hell else british people bring on their person. He leaves his apartment walking onto the sidewalk. Right after he gets on his walk, he has that swing swing swingaling-esque walk. It's the kind toe walkers have where you look to joyful, like some cartoon character.
Pauls side
Y/n is a straight hater today. She didn't get to sleep in till 2pm. today, so she is ready to fight or cry. Who knows really what she will do, not even she knows. 'Well, i guess I'll go to the park, and I uhhhh' y/n thinks and thinks,'then leave right away'. of course, she won't be out long she hates everything. She has on her werid funky patterned clothes and is ready to hit the road (she is going to literally hit the floor with every step in anger) the last thing y/n wants to do today is walk into anybody she knows because that means she has to talk to them and do you think she has time for that? Well, I mean, she does, but does she want to? No. Now she starts her short walk to the big park.
Y/n side
Paul is in such a joyful mood. he is just trying to talk to everyone at this park he has walked himself into. All he is saying is, "Hello!" and "How are you?" And "have a good day!". He seems to be such a chatty fellow. How did he even become friends with the human hating y/n. Who knows... Maybe you know.... anyways! Paul waves to a group of girls saying, "Hello!". He throws them a quick wink and a smile. Who does he think he is doing that. Like be for real. Who actually does that. Well, the girls giggles and blush because it's the 60s, and girls love that. But as he looks away from the girls, straight ahead, he sees his good friend y/n. He starts to walk faster to catch up with her.
Pauls side
Y/n side
Y/n is looking right at the floor. She was watching as her feet moved as she walked and saw how if she focused on walking, it would become harder to walk. she had a thought 'Dude what the freak this is so annoying dude' never said it was a good one, but it was a thought. She notices the sound of someone walking closer to her. She doesn't look because she doesn't want to make eye contact and be forced into a conversation. So she starts to walk a little faster, but the steps behind her also speed up. Naturally, like every other person, she speeds up her walking now, speed walking. The person starts to speed up with her again. 'nah what the fuck' y/n thinks almost saying it out loud. Y/n is scared at this point. She starts running now. She has had enough. But it's not full on running, it's that type of run where you arein that walking stance but you are running. But now from anyone else in this park they look crazy. This looks like a scene out of a movie where a girl is about to be kidnapped. But no one cares because its the 60s.
Paul is just trying to catch up with y/n, but he is honestly confused about why she keeps on picking up speed. He's getting exhausted. The grown man is done with this. He runs full speed like a freak and jumps right in front of y/n. He takes a minute to catch his breath.
Pauls side
Y/n is started by the man finally catching up to her, and she finds it baffling that this man just jumped in front of her. Especially since that jump was so whimsical. She looks up at the man's face to see her friend Paul. OH, is she relieved to see him and not some crazy looking guy. Paul and the crazy guy aren't that different to her. She still is not in the mood to talk to anybody. 'Please don't talk to me.' y/n thinks. Even tho she knows, the man obviously really wants to talk to her, but little does he know she has a trick to keep this conversation short.
Y/n side
Paul has finally found the energy to say something to y/n. "Hello!" 'Really.... that's all he's gonna say after chasing you down the park road?'
Mixed sides kinda??????
Y/n is just looking at the tall princess Paulie wishing she can just erase him from the face of earth with just her stare.
Paul says it again because y/n didn't respond the first time. Which he found odd.
"Hello"
"Goodbye"
Y/n quickly but very moodingly says as she walks around the man. Paul is confused. He just ran so far so he could talk to you. But you have just ignored him and said 'goodbye' to. He's not having this. He is determined to talk to his dear friend.
"Y/N" HE YELLS LIKE A WERID Creature.
like a deranged man on the streets. He wants your Attention. No, he needs it now. He wants you to talk to him. He is now taking it as a challenge.
"Bye" y/n responses
The man is crushed. 'Why is she evil?' Paul thinks. He feels defeated so much that he almost gives up buthe had an idea. He thought if he walked next to y/n, she would HAVE to talk to him. Oh boy, was he wrong.
Y/n - "Bye"
Paul- "But-"
Y/n- "bye"
Paul- "why-"
Y/n- "BYE" she puts her hand up to block his face.
The sassy, long eyelashe man gasps! He puts his hand to his chest like he is in some kdrama. He is offended by y/n. 'But everyone wants to talk to me...' he thought. But he doesn't understand this girl. She is one special character. He sits there in deep thought, taking his loss in talking to y/n.
But y/n is still evil, so she run to the top of the bridge of the path right above them. She yells down, "I HATE YOU GAGAGAGA," leaning over the side of the bridge, making it look like that one scene from American Psycho where Patrick Bateman throws the chainsaw off the stairs.
Then she continues to walk away back to her apartmentjust like nothing happened, but she did enjoy Paul being there. She just enjoyed the fact that she made his day just a bit harder. Paul was just sitting there watching her in awe as she walked away. He didn't think of this as a strange interaction with her. She always thinks he's something funny going on. THAT is why they are friends. Paul likes her messed up sense of humor, and y/n just love to make people confused and scared and all the above.
Plus, Paul knows that "I hate you" is how y/n says, "I love you," to her friends. So he thinks about that.
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