#This was one of those prompt ideas that could have easily turned into a whole multi chapter story

[theresawritesstuff]

“Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?”

I've been trying to get this one right for a long time. I feel like I wrote the start of at least five different versions before this one... Thanks for being patient 😘

Denver, 1965

“That…” Lenny managed finally. “That is quite the bed.”

The pair of them had been standing at the end of the king sized, pillow laden beast of a mattress for God only knows how long. 

Just staring, bags in hand like a couple of idiots.

“Yes it is,” Midge agreed, equally dumbstruck. 

“The uh…” She cleared her throat. “The bookings were part of the tour deal. I guess they thought you were Mister Maisel.”

He nodded absently. “Happens.”

“They probably overbooked. Thought they were doing us a favor with the upgrade,” she reasoned.

“Probably…”

They'd been on tour together for about a week with Lenny as her opener. She still couldn't quite believe it but she was now the bigger name out of the two of them.

She understood the how and why. It was just a little hard to reconcile. It didn't feel like it should be real.

Not like this at least…

Then again nothing had truly felt real since that night in San Francisco.

One minute she's chain smoking in the alley, fighting for her life against a panic attack, the next her manager is marching back into that hell hole of a club only to drag Lenny out by his ear to check him into rehab.

But even after he got out and Susie managed to clean up some of his legal messes the clubs still wouldn't touch him on his own merits.

Which is where she came in.

She'd hoped it could be a way for her to repay some of the favors he'd done for her when she’d hit a career low. To show him he still had her support. That she still cared about him, deeply. 

She'd never once stopped caring about him. Never would.

She would always love him.

But they'd barely spoken. At least not anything of consequence.

He didn't seem to think they had much left to say…

“I’ll um… You should take it. I can sleep on the couch,” he offered, breaking himself away from the bed to set his suitcase by the dresser.

Before he got any ideas…

They'd had their share of falling into bed with each other over the years but with them working together now he didn't feel like he was in any position to assume.

She'd always been very clear about her feelings on mixing business with pleasure.

And they hadn't exactly been together anytime recently. Things change. She might not want him anymore. He wouldn't blame her.

Certainly not after she and Susie had basically dragged him out of the gutter.

He'd never wanted her to see him like that. To see that he was so far gone. That all was very much not well.

Living on opposite coasts had made it easier to hide. 

They'd written a few letters. Shared a couple of phone calls, but he'd never let on just how bad off he was. He could barely admit it to himself.

He didn't want her help.

She gave it to him anyway.

Thank god she was just as stubborn as he was.

“What couch?” Midge wondered.

He looked up, glancing around the room.

Mountain view. 

Bathroom.

Absurdly inviting bed…

Coffee table.

Two chairs.

No couch.

“Oh…” he blinked. “Well there were a few promising options in the lobby.”

She looked at him skeptically. “You're kidding.”

“No, they really did look quite comfortable. Nice plush upholstery.”

Midge rolled her eyes, setting her bag down. “I know Susie had to bail on this stop to take care of business in New York, but if she hears you slept in the lobby you and I both will never hear the end of it.” 

He let out a sigh, deflating. “You're probably right.”

“You know I'm right.”

He nodded tiredly, swiping a thoughtful hand over his mouth.

Her manager had put in a lot of effort trying to turn his image around.

Their manager, he corrected himself mentally.

He was still having a hard time coming to terms with that one. 

He wasn't used to representation that didn't hound him for payment at every turn.

Lenny looked around the room pensively, snapping his fingers towards the sitting area.

“Chair. Chair looks good.”

He sat down, curling his long frame up onto the seat, testing the theory.

Midge sat down on the edge of the bed across from him, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “The chiropractor Susie hired to follow you around is gonna love that.”

“I've had worse,” he replied through a grimace he tried to pass off as a smirk.

A scoff of a laugh escaped her lips as she looked out the window at the storm brewing outside.

“This feels familiar…”

“How so?” he wondered, adjusting his position.

“The snow.” She gestured to the space between them. “You keeping a respectable distance.”

He shrugged, not meeting her eyes. “Seemed like the safe option.”

“Is it because I talk to my shoes? I don't do that in front of just anyone you know,” she quipped.

“Lucky me. Some guys would pay good money for that.” 

The chair reclined unexpectedly with a cartoonish clank of metal and springs beneath the seat, becoming even less comfortable than before.

“Lenny…”

“Hm?” he replied, attempting nonchalance.

“You've been avoiding me,” she informed him softly. “Care to tell me why?”

“I would not call going on tour together avoiding you,” he batted back lightly.

She waited patiently for his answer.

He huffed out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

“I've been trying to work out why it is that I'm here,” he admitted.

“Here as in the tour or more in a grand existential sense?”

To his noncommittal wave of a hand she replied “I needed an opener, you needed a job.”

“You felt compelled to fix my mess,” he corrected.

Midge blinked, her brow furrowing. “That's not–”

“I'm not angry,” he assured her, sitting up slowly. “I was for a little while, but that was more with myself than anything else. For giving you no other choice but to either turn your back or step in and try to put Humpty Dumpty back together.”

She shook her head, perplexed. “You needed help. We help each other. That's how we've always been.”

He smirked ruefully at the assertion. “I haven't been any help to you in a long time.”

Midge blinked.

She didn't have a comeback for that one.

“It's late,” he reminded her gently, stealing a decorative pillow from the other chair for his head. “You should try to get some rest.”

Her mouth set firmly as she looked back out the window, finding herself uncharacteristically speechless 

She wanted to argue. To remind him of everything they'd been through. To tell him exactly what seeing him at his lowest had done to her. What the thought of losing him had done…

But the words just wouldn't come.

Instead she got up from the bed, grabbing her night things from her suitcase to head for the bathroom to get changed.

Once she was alone she exhaled a shaky breath, gripping the sink tiredly.

She never asked Susie what it was she'd said to Lenny that night. 

Now she was starting to wish she had…

After a moment, she straightened up to get ready for bed, removing her earrings quickly then reaching around to unclasp her necklace.

Only it wouldn't budge.

She turned to look over her shoulder in the mirror, her fingers fumbling as the metal caught in the lace overlay of her dress.

The more she tried, the more tangled it became.

She begrudgingly turned to look at the door, weighing her options.

Fuck it. 

Pride hasn't done either of them any favors lately anyway.

“...Lenny?” she called out sheepishly.

“What?” 

She swallowed.

“I need your help.”

He appeared in the doorway a moment later, his tie and jacket removed.

She gestured helplessly, giving it one more attempt on her own. “It's stuck.”

“Yes I can see that…” he chuckled. 

She shot him a look.

“Alright, hang on,” he assured her, holding up his hands in a truce.

He came up behind her slowly, standing close so that he could see what he was doing.

Midge stayed quiet, attempting to hold her hair out of his way, the gravity of his presence all too familiar a temptation.

“Need your reading glasses?” she teased, fighting to ignore the butterflies she felt as his fingers brushed incidentally along her neck.

Lenny smirked. “I'll manage, thank you. Your various clasps haven't beaten me yet.”

Like she needed the reminder…

“There,” he said in triumph after a moment, reaching around her to set the necklace on the edge of the sink.

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

They stood frozen, neither one wanting to be the first to pull away.

“You, uh,” Lenny hesitated, wetting his lips. “You want help with the zipper too?”

Midge nodded, glancing over her shoulder up at him. “If you don't mind…”

He nodded in the mirror in lieu of reply.

His hand settled tentatively against her dress, one warm and steadying as the other slowly skimmed it's way down, sending a thrilling shiver along her spine.

“This was never about fixing you, you know,” she murmured quietly before he pulled away. “I don't… You're not broken. Not to me.”

“I'm a little broken, hate to break it to you,” he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

She took the hand still resting against her hip in her own, holding it fast.

“No more than I am.”

His eyes grew soft as he looked down at their entwined fingers.

“Can I ask you something?”

She nodded, turning to face him.

“Why did Susie really take me on?”

To her furrowed brow, he reasoned, “Don't get me wrong. The comedy comeback story is good, but if that had been the real reason she would have reached out way before San Francisco.”

Midge looked down at the floor between them, running her thumb softly along his.

“Because I needed her to,” she whispered.

“Why–”

“I couldn't live with the idea of a world without you in it,” she cut off, her voice hoarse with the threat of tears. “You don't love someone for half a decade and then just shrug and throw in the towel while they slowly kill themselves in front of you. And don't try to say that wasn't what was happening because you and I both know that–”

He reached out then, pulling her close as his lips collided with hers in a tender, searing kiss.

Her hands fisted in his shirt as he caressed her jaw, clinging to him, desperate to feel that it was real.

That he was still there, whole and steady, heart still beating beneath her fingertips, and not just a cherished memory.

He pulled away slowly, resting his forehead to hers. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the moisture from the corner of her eye. “Thank you for never giving up on me. You had every right to.”

“And a few very good reasons not to,” she reminded him.

He smiled softly, pulling back just enough to look at her. “So five years, hm?”

She bit back a laugh. “Give or take.”

He smirked. “I think I've got you beat.”

“Oh yeah?” she wondered. “By how much?”

He shrugged. “A bit.”

“Hm.” She nodded, biting her lip thoughtfully. “What do you propose we do about it?”

“Well, you did basically save my life by intervening in it. I suppose we can call it even,” he chuckled, arching a playful brow. “Why, did you have some other ideas?”

She took his hand in hers, pulling him gently towards the bedroom. “We can figure it out in the morning. Until then…Think you can still manage my show corset?”

He grinned, letting her lead. “One way to find out.”

She smiled as her dress slipped to the floor, taking his breath away before coming to reclaim his lips.

He wrapped her in his arms, savoring every inch of her as they stumbled to bed where she reminded him what it feels like to be truly alive.

And just how grateful they both were for it.

[loulovingho]

Bucktommy prompt idea for you:

Tommy going to Bobby, NOT to ask for his blessing on proposing to Buck, but thinking that Bobby will talk him out of it as it's too soon (Tommy needs someone to be rational with him and he thinks Bobby is levelheaded, especially when it comes to Buck).

He's unaware that Bobby and Athena basically speedran their way down the aisle, and Bobby gives him his blessing AND practically helps him plan the proposal/wedding instead.

This was ridiculous.

They'd only been together for four months.

Sure, Tommy could easily say they had been the best four months of his life, but still... four months.

You don't buy a ring for someone after only four months.

At least Tommy didn't. He wasn't that type. He was levelheaded, thought things through.

Even when he flew that helicopter straight through a hurricane, he thought that through. Knew he could do it. Knew to trust Howie and Hen and their instincts.

But this was all on him.

He was standing outside of a jewelry store, ring in one hand, receipt in the other, wondering what the hell just happened to him? Was he drugged? Possessed? What would possibly make him think this was a wise option? Why could he already envision Buck standing across from him in front of a room full of people as they spoke their vows to one another?

Tommy stuffed the ring and the receipt into his pockets. He practically marched to his car. There was only one person he could think to go to. One person who could talk some sense into him.

*****

“That's amazing, Tommy!” Bobby exclaimed, pulling Tommy in for a hug.

This was... not what he expected.

“Amazing?” he questioned once Bobby pulled back. “Bobby, it's insane.”

“What's insane about it?”

“We've only been together four months. He moved in a week ago, and we both joked about how crazy that even was.”

“And how's that week been?” Bobby asked, leading them over to the couch.

“It's... It's been great. Fantastic, really, but it's new. It'll wear off.”

“Doesn't have to.”

“Bobby, I- I thought I'd be coming here today for you to talk me out of this, not for me to talk me out of it while you talk me into it.”

Bobby smiled. “You love him?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“He loves you?”

“Yeah, he does,” Tommy replied, softer as he thought about the many times they'd said those words to each other over the last three months.

“You like spending time together?”

“We haven't spent a night apart since we started dating, work excluded.”

“You see a future with him?”

Tommy nodded. “We both want kids. He's gonna be such a great dad, too. He doubts himself sometimes, but I don't doubt him. We'd have to buy a bigger place someday, but we've got enough space for three where we are now.” Tommy's eyes were focused off in the distance, like he was imagining their whole lives together. “I haven't traveled much, outside of my time in the army, but we've made plans to do a roadtrip so he can show me all the places he's been. And he's so smart. He knows something about everything and I love that because he's always right. I don't even have to double check.” He stopped abruptly when he realized he was rambling. That's what got him into this mess in the first place. He got to thinking about Evan, and then he couldn't stop thinking about Evan, and then he was driving to a jewelry store.

Bobby shrugged. “I don't see a problem here, Tommy. Athena and I got engaged in less than a year, and I couldn't imagine it any other way.” He reached out, giving Tommy a pat on the leg. “You're a good guy, Tommy. Buck is just as much in this relationship as you are, believe me. You ask, he'll say yes.”

Somehow a wave of relief, along with a surge of anxiety, washed over Tommy at the same time. “Are you sure?”

“I'm sure.”

*****

Tommy stayed a bit longer, catching up with Bobby and discussing what plans he had for a proposal. When it was time to leave, Bobby walked him to the door. He reached for a handshake that turned into a hug.

“Thanks, Bobby,” Tommy said with a final pat on the back before he headed out.

“Anytime, kid. Hey, you have Buck call me after he says yes!”

Tommy smiled, giving Bobby a final wave before he got into his car.

Bobby wasn't surprised when his phone began to ring a few hours later, Buck's name lighting up the screen.

[hypnoneghoul]

Hihi! If you're comfortable with it, and inspo strikes may we get something with a Touch Adverse/Touch sensitive Dew who really wants to be intimate but needs a lot of reassurance and to be slowly lowered into it rather then dive headfirst

Opening to any ships you have in mind, thank you! <3

i really liked this prompt, im such a sucker for stuff like that. trans dew as usual

Dewdrop’s relationship with touch has been complicated at the very least since his elemental transition.

He used to be a very touchy person, even for a ghoul. Always hanging off of someone, always putting his hand in someone else’s, leaning against whoever was available whenever he could, sneaking into his packmates’ beds any time he felt like it; which was very often.

Now, though? It’s hard for him to even hold someone’s hand.

When he woke up right after his transition the first thing he realized was that Aether was holding his hand. He can’t forget the anguish on his face when he yelped in pain and fear and ripped his hand away to curl up as far away from him as the narrow infirmary bed allowed.

It wasn’t just pain from his skin being new, raw. It was the feeling of wrongness he couldn’t shake off. His skin didn’t feel like his own and every touch, even the slightest graze of a fingertip sent him into a panic attack.

Not much changed in the following months, but some things did.

Rain has been summoned, for one.

Dewdrop has fallen head over heels for the pretty water ghoul right away and he doubts there has ever been anything in his life that he wanted more than to simply touch him.

For months he hasn’t been able to bring himself to even run a finger over the back of Rain’s hands. Oh, how he wanted to trace those prominent veins and tendons, to see how small his hand will look in Rain’s own.

Thankfully, the water ghoul turned out to be the gentlest soul that has probably ever escaped the Pits. Hell, Dewdrop is sure he got sent by Lucifer himself as an apology for all the torment he went through.

After a conversation full of tears from both ghouls, they had come up with a plan of making Dewdrop whole again.

So far it’s been going exceptionally and the fire ghoul can’t be more grateful. His latest achievement is going through a whole night of being cuddled in close to Rain with both of them being dressed in nothing but underwear.

They both might have cried in the morning.

It made Dewdrop think…maybe he is ready? After nearly a year of not getting touched in a sexual manner, maybe it’s finally time?

He’s terrified, but after a few weeks cuddling with Rain every night, he decides to bring it up. “Rain, I think I want to–would you try…touching me?”

“Isn’t that…what we’ve been doing for the last few months, droplet?” the water ghoul asks, confused, but doesn’t dare laugh.

“Not like that.” Dewdrop shakes his head. “I want you to touch me.”

“Oh…oh.”

“Would you?”

“Oh, droplet, I–” Rain tries to not show that yes, he’d love to do that. “Are you sure? Is it not too early?”

“I don’t–I’m gonna be honest, Rainy, I don’t know,” the fire ghoul sighs. “I think I am, and, hell, I want to, so much, but you…you know how it goes sometimes.”

Rain does. He remembers every single time Dewdrop thought he was ready for another step only to turn out he simply…wasn’t. Still, they managed to work through every single issue so far. Maybe it is a good idea.

“Okay,” Rain says after a moment. “Okay, droplet, we can try.”

The excitement on the fire ghoul’s face is easily the most adorable thing Rain has ever witnessed.

He starts easing Dewdrop into it right away, stretching it over the entire day.

“We’ve got time, baby,” he mutters over and over again, with every new point of contact. “All the time in the world.”

It’s hours before Dewdrop is bare, sprawled out in his own nest. Rain stays in a t-shirt, having decided it’s going to be easier if there’s not as much skin-on-skin. They’re focusing on something else tonight.

“Are you sure?” Rain asks for the last time. He’s kneeling in the nest with Dewdrop laid before him, his legs spread and hooked over the water ghoul’s thighs. Dewdrop is wet and Rain is rock hard, but there’s no rush. As always, they have to go slow; now even more than ever before.

“Yes,” the fire ghoul breathes his consent once again. “Please do it, just…go slow.”

“Of course,” Rain smiles. “You know how to make me stop.”

Dewdrop nods, he wouldn’t be able to forget their system after all this time even if he wanted to. With that, Rain brings his free hand between the other’s legs; the other one resting on his bare hip. It’s not squeezing, but it’s heavy. They discovered that one solid point of contact helps to ground the fire ghoul and keep him from freaking out about the lighter touches.

Rain keeps his eyes on Dewdrop’s face as he slowly runs a finger through his wet folds. Up and down before pulling away; his cock twitches at how shining his finger comes back. Still, he waits for the fire ghoul’s nod that the first touch was okay. He does so, with his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth.

Rain gets back to the task at hand. He slicks his middle finger up, too, and places it over Dewdrop’s clit. He presses down lightly and circles it and the quiet little moan that the fire ghoul lets out makes his gut twist.

“Good?” he makes sure.

“So good,” Dewdrop whimpers, “it feels so good, Rainy.”

The other hums and drags his fingers down to his hole. With his eyes on Dewdrop’s face, Rain presses a finger in. It slides in easily and he pauses at the second knuckle. Dewdrop is scalding inside.

“Oh, Lucifer, go–go on, please,” he moans and Rain can’t not follow that pretty order. He removes the finger and pushes back in with two pressed tightly against each other. The fire ghoul cries out in pleasure as they sink in as far as they’ll go and more slick leaks out into Rain’s palm as he squeezes around the digits. The water ghoul curses under his breath, enamored by the sight and feeling.

Dewdrop looks wrecked, but not in a bad way. He looks like he’s about to cum already, even though it’s been mere moments of actual stimulation. Considering he hadn’t been touched like that for so long, though, it’s not any surprise.

“M–more,” he begs and Rain knows exactly what to do. He puts his thumb on Dewdrop’s clit and lightly presses down at the same time he curls the fingers inside him. The fire ghoul wails at that and Rain is about to all but rip his hand away and break all points of contact, but Dewdrop’s cunt now pulsing rhythmically around his digits tells him it wasn’t a pained cry. The water ghoul smirks; he can’t help feeling proud of himself.

“I just–” the other pants.

“You did.”

“You made me…”

“I did.”

“But I wanted you to…”

“That’s alright. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

[ashbeneviento]

Donna x g!p reader one shot/prompt idea: Warnings: light smut, g!p bj, dom/sub dynamic switch

No beta reader, sorry for any grammar mistakes. Translations at the bottom,one shot begins under the *** thank you for reading:)

Donna on her knees in front of sitting reader, rubbing her slender fingers up and down their thighs. Readers breathing gets shallow and quick as Donna rasps how pretty her favorite doll is in that tone reader knows all too well.

Donna continues to tease reader as she tightens her grip on their thighs and whines how needy she is and that she has to play with reader.

***

You wouldn’t want to make her sad, do you?

Of course not.. look at that dark and melancholic gleam in her eye, how could you say no?

So you give in to her begging, the throbbing feeling becoming too overwhelming between your legs the second she pulls your panties down to your ankles.

The cool air in the room is a stark contrast to the warmth of her lips around you. You know what she wants but you don’t want to give in so easily, that would be too embarrassing you think as those soft lips glide up and down with ease.

You blush and squirm against her face when her soft moans turn into gags, taking you deeper and deeper as her own desire grows.

You’ve lasted longer than other times by now, you need release. Your stomach tightens, making you jerk as you feel that you’re close.

The second she pulls her mouth off of you, you have half a mind to shove yourself back into her mouth but instead let out a pitiful whimper.

“You poor thing..” Donna teases as she crawls up into your lap, making you taste yourself on her lips and tongue.

“I need you a different way tonight il mio piccolo fiore” she whispers against your lips, getting off your lap and leaning herself over the desk.

Oh this is new, you think to yourself…you’ve never been the one on top. Donna always took care of you and herself, you’ve never been anything but her perfect toy.

She hikes her dress up as she leans over, exposing the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything this whole time. As she sways her hips up at you can see how wet she is from the gleam of the ceiling light, making every doubt you had in yourself replaced with need.

“That’s it, bambola…oh! Ti senti così bene!” Donna growls in pleasure the moment you fill her completely, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of the desk.

You’ve felt inside of her many times, but this new position you found yourself in gave you different ways to feel her and you were going to take the opportunity.

“Così grande... sì! Fanculo la tua amante! Una brava ragazza..” she pants, her legs buckling under her the harder you pound into her soft, warm body.

Her begging and praise sends you into a frenzy, pathetic moans escaping your lips with each thrust.

“I c-can’t..I can’t stop.. I’m going to..” you manage to stutter out your whine, your warning to her that you needed release while your thrusts get uneven.

“Yess..” She hisses, throwing her head back. You can feel her getting close too, her walls pulse around you as they milk you for everything you’ve got.

It’s consent that passes her lips, she wants you to.

And so you do.

You’re her best Doll, after all..

__________

“I need you in a different way tonight my little flower”

“That’s it, doll…oh! You feel so good!”

“So big...yes! Fuck your mistress! Such a good girl..”

[wandaslittlelove]

Only One Bed

Prompt: Only One bed Flufftober day 17

Pairing: Angela Giarratana x reader Warnings: This is terrible but Im going with it.

Going on a trip with smosh and getting paired to room with Angela was something I could handle. Getting paired with Angela and finding that they messed up the rooms and there was only one bed? Definitely not something I could handle.

Angela doesn’t seem to mind though because the second they step into the room Angela makes her way to the bed and immediately starts unpacking as I stand in the doorway. The room was big. Big enough to fit at least three king sized beds. With a deep breath I peek into the open bathroom door. The counter is huge and the bathroom could easily fit two people. With furrowed eyebrows I open the front door and my eyes widen as I see what is on the door. The words “Honeymoon sweet” Is across the front.

“y/n?” I hear Angela call and I make my way to the bed where she seems to already be set up. She looks at me with a bright smile and points to the other wardrobe beside the bed. “That ones yours.” I say nothing and after a moment she turns to look at me. “Everything okay?”

“I- Am going to tell them they switched up our room” I managed to get out as I started walking back towards the door.

“What why? It’s such a nice room. And it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before” She’s right. We have shared a bed before and the whole night I was up thinking about being so close to her. “Come on. It’s a vacation. And while everyone is stuck with those small rooms we get this!” Without thinking I nod. 

“Great! Put your stuff away. Ian and Anthony want us downstairs to meet for lunch”

At dinner when Angela had to get up to use the restroom Amanda turned to look at me with a small smirk on her face. 

“So how's the honeymoon sweet?” She asked while nudging my arm. I looked at her a bit confused. Me and Angela hadn’t told anyone about the room situation yet. So how would she know?

“How do you know about that?” Amanda gives me a confused look before replying.

“Angela booked the honeymoon sweet for you two. I mean she had a whole speech planned about how she was going to confess her love for you when you entered the room. Even booked an extra room in case you said no. Why do you look so confused?” My eyes widened at Amanda’s words. Angela had booked the room on purpose? Wait, she loved me?

Just then Angela made her way back to the seat next to me and smiled widely as she glanced over at me. But all I could do was look at her with wide eyes.

“Oh” Amanda whispered with a bit of regret in her voice as she watched the interaction. Angela looked behind me and when her eyes met Amanda’s guilty ones she quickly looked back at me. 

“y/n I can explain. Just Step outside with me?” Her voice was soft as if she was scared I would reject her. I nodded and we made our way outside and to the small alleyway.

“I was going to tell you! But then you said you were going to talk to the receptionist about the room mix up and I panicked. I” She takes a deep breath and looks at me nervously. “I’ve liked you for a while now. And I know that booking the Honeymoon sweet probably wasn’t the best idea i’ve had but I was just so excited and caught up in the moment. I- I have another set of keys to a different room if you want them” She digs in her purse and then pulls out the cards to the other room she had booked. I was still in shock though so all I could manage to do was stare at her in shock. 

“Or- Or I could ask Arasha if she’ll switch rooms with me.” She was growing extremely nervous at this point and I knew I had to say something but it’s as if my brain forgot how to work. With a defeated sigh she turned to walk away and it was like my brain kickstarter. 

I quickly grab her hand and turn her to face me. Our faces were inches away now. All I had to do was lean in and- before I could even think of it I felt her lips on mine. Noticing what she did she quickly pulled away and tried to apologize. 

I cut her off by pulling her closer and kissing her. Maybe I wasn’t expecting to share a bed with her but when I woke up the next morning with her body pressed against mine and her arms wrapped around me I didn’t mind.

[kurosstuff]

EWPWLSJA I HAVE TO MAKE IT BEFORE THE EVENT CLOSES 🍯

*ahem* hello, how are you?

Lute x bottom!reader with nsfw prompts 3 and 4? (If you could fit prompt 1 that'd be ideal but i don't want to be too complicated)

Congratulations on your followers!!!!

HELP HI- I'm good♡ how are you~?

I hope you enjoy these fics♡♡

Warning(s): slight? Dirty talk? Maybe idk. Smut, gn reader but afab(so female parts), making out

Not sure ir you didnt want it a gn or a female reader so- I'll do gn♡

Also I wanted to do something a bit fun? The ending is up to you- thought it'd be a fun idea?

Lute x gn!reader

Sweet gentle kisses.

That's all that started this- just a gentle kiss to Lutes lips, not even aware of the sudden switch in her. How she grabbed you roughly pinning you to her bed practically growling against your lips. Getting lost in the kisses you both shared. How your tounges battled one another- Lute smug groaning for winning the "competition" each time.

Didn't take long for her hips to grind against yours, bucking into you- humping you like an animal. Dragging a deep moan from your lips as she finally pulled away to allow you to breath air before moving to nip- bite, marking up your neck roughly. Claiming you in a physical sense. To warn off others.

Your hers

"Fuck~" you gasped out breathlessly, feeling hot yet cold somehow. Glancing down at your front face, burning harder. When did your shirt come off? Almost bare for her greedy eyes to scan over "d-dont just stare~" you stuttered out feeling shy under her hungry gaze making her hum

Leaning close, biting at your chest undoing your pants for her- after getting the go ahead. "You look so good spread out like this for me dove~ good enough to devore whole ~" she purred, kissing your bruised lips, "which~? That's what I'm gonna do~" she growled out rubbing you gently, panting heavily

Gently pushing her finger in relishing in the groan- the squeak in your voice - as you shakily held her shoulders, clinging to her tightly "gonna make you feel so fucking good~" pushing one finger fully into you pumping slowly "make you break under me in the best way possible~"

Not even a second later, she added a second kissing the tears welling in your eyes "it's too much~" you whined gasping our feeling her add a third "wait~ lute~ too- too many~ can't handle three~" you choked out but spread your legs more for her feeling her pound into you rougher "wait~ please slow~ stop~?"

Humming, she stopped her movements at that rubbing your waist, watching you carefully, knowing if you truly wanted her to stop? You'd say your safe word. Which, She always looks out for everytime your intimate. No matter what

"You were just crying for my attention, sweetheart~ now your begging me to stop? you sure that's what you want~?" She smirked out cooing at how you tried to rut back into her hand "go on. Tell me pretty Dove~ or? Should I stop. And leave you like this so painfully turned on wanting.. no begging for that release~?" Lute purred out, humming softly

"No~" you choked out sobbing, looking up at her shakily, making her hum roughly watching your every reaction.

"That's My good pet~" she growled out, purring against your neck, relishing in those cries you let out. How you sobbed for her. How you cried begging her for more. "Oh dove~ I'll give you my all~" she purred out, kissing you deeply pounding rougher into you listening to your cries for her

"Oh~ right there~? Please~?" You sobbed out once she found your sweet spot humming she easily shifted pounded into that spot roughly smirking at the sobs escaping your throat "oh- oh god lute im~ I'm gonna~" you gasped out making her hum pounding rougher

"Go on. Cum for me dove ~"

At that? You clawed her shoulders, accidently squeezing your eyes shut, sobbing out cumming all over her hand- slumping onto her bed shaking moaning watching her wings expand smug at how hard you came from her

"That's my good pet~" purring out kissing a deep bite on your neck, humming out softly "maybe.. maybe I should court you properly?" Gently cleaning you up thinking aloud

Gasping softly, "My lute~, you want to take me on as a lover? Your mate?" You panted out breathlessly, watching hee stop in thought before nodding.

"Yeah. I do. I want you as a mate~ so? What do you say? Can I court you?' She hummed out watching you carefully

[pekoehoneyncream]

Ghoaptober # 27

Prompt: Fear

Words: 500~

TW: None (sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

Really short one today

Enjoy!

Ghost could admit to himself that he was afraid of a great many things, he never let that fear stop him from doing what he had to do, but he felt that fear all the same. One thing that he wasn’t afraid of was snakes. He had no reason to be. They were just animals following their instincts, if he left them alone they’d leave him alone. It was a good deal, but one certain Scottish naga had apparently missed the memo. 

He was nattering on to Ghost now, talking about how some recruit had made another joke about St. Patrick having missed one, and acting completely innocent of any wrongdoing, despite the way his tail was slowly sliding closer to Ghost, steadily wrapping around the base of the Lieutenant’s chair. He was always doing something similar, standing too close, sitting pressed against Ghost’s side, and curling up at the bottom of Ghost’s bed anytime he was allowed. The cold-blooded freak trying to steal the warmth from Ghost that he couldn’t produce himself. 

“-like it’s no’ a clever joke either, Ah’m no’ Irish an’ this isnae Ireland-” 

“Soap.” Ghost cuts over the naga before he can work himself back up, “You’re crushing my feet,” 

It wasn’t too far off the truth, Soap’s coils had circled in on him until they were draped on top of each other a couple layers deep and all that weight was piled atop of Ghost’s boots. 

“Oh!” Soap exclaimed with passable surprise, and whipped his tail back to himself so fast Ghost was shocked his chair wasn’t sent spinning like a beyblade. “Ah’m sorry, L.T. Didnae mean to.”

It was the same explanation he always gave, and as always Ghost easily dismissed it.

“S’fine, just don’t squish me,” Ghost’s implied permission lit Soap up brighter than Trafalgar Square on christmas and his tail darted back to it’s place entrapping Ghost’s chair and, subsequently, Ghost. 

Those tawny-gold scales gleaming improbably brightly under the base’s disagreeable fluorescents, the warm-brown of the markings speckled over his back rippling in entrancing patterns. Pulling Ghost in like quicksand. 

“Kaylins?” Ghost prompted, and Soap gifted him a bright long-fanged smile.

“Aye,” He musters himself, “Private Kaylins was runnin’ worse than a heifer on an ice-pond an’ lookin’ jus’ as coordinated. An’ Ah said tae him tha’-” 

Ghost ostensibly turns his focus back to the sisyphean back-log of paperwork, that he was dutifully helping Price work through, but the whole of his attention truly rested on Soap. Watching and memorizing every expression he twisted his face into. Mesmerized by how he threw himself into his retelling with such fervor that it rippled through his whole body. His arms swinging, hands gesturing, his torso rearing, and contractions juddering down his tail that sent tremors rocking up the legs of Ghost’s chair. 

Gently clamping his left hand around the bold tail-tip that had ventured over his knee to creep into his lap, Ghost waved off Soap’s stuttered wary hesitation and picked up his pen to actually buckle down to work, letting the welcome shower of Soap’s chatter wash over him.

Thank You For Reading!

The only idea I had going into this was Naga!Soap and it shows.

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[imtheindiekid]

Sweet creature.

Prompt: Reader is the new resident at the Sonic Catering Institute run by the excentric Jan Stevens, the woman who sponsors her art and in exchange asks reader to become her lover.

Ship: Jan Stevens x fem!reader.

Warnings: FLUFF in caps, literally so much fluff and besotted reader (lol), pet names, Jan Stevens being the bundle of joy I know she is. Reader is not a minor! Kisses LOTS OF KISSES (bc you cannot tell me Jan is not a softie for giving and receiving smooches). Kisses as love language, mention of alternative food art but not really. Mostly reader and Jan being two fools in love.

A/N: Hello again! Here I come to fulfill my dream of Miss Jan Stevens having an affair with one of her residents (but a real relationship, we're a big no no when it comes to Billy Rubin and his lack of international love smh) So yeah, hope you enjoy! xo.

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Food it was always more than the simple sustain for life, or a way of living or making profit by creating meals to offer at a place. No, it was more than that when it came to you and food, almost like a deep connection to know more about it, your curious mind wandering trough the cook books and kitchens you had access to, always wanting to know why such bond held a very special place in your soul.

The only explanation you could give it was that the universe granted you this rare talent in order to pursue it, even at a young age.

Enjoying any kind of dinners was an experiencie, and everytime you did it never failed to feed the craviness of reaching new levels when it came to food. Almost like a miracle, you decided this uncertain but luring path was the one you needed to follow.

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It took some years and a great amount of failed plans, but you were finally happy at the way this whole thing of food music turned out, even when at an early stage of it people thought you went completely mad for creating art made by food that was not eatable at all. If they put it out like that it sounded crazy, but you knew they didn't understand, not even one bit.

Great thing you never cared for hearing others peoples opinions about you ditching college and embracing the alternative yet excentric art of sonic food catering, the one that made your heart fully happy. And so there you were, after small gatherings in cramped spaces, effort and love for this art carried you to the magnificent Sonic Catering Institute; a place where your ideas and wishes could rest easily and get sponsored by the right people. By her, and only her.

Jan Stevens was the woman you would never see at the street or a common place. You were sure she was a woman you would never see her at all, and yet, the only one if she randomly appeared behind an aisle at the supermarket or a the next table in a restaurant. The oddity about her and the looks she always wore were the whole essence why you reached for her, the reason why pleasing her was as important as creating your art.

She had you in a chokehold, your muse.

And of course, Jan Stevens knew the power she held on you as well the the love and praise that seemed to escape without shame from yourself when it came to her. It was adorable, seeing you so enamoured with her and always behaving like a puppy around her expensive dresses. She loved it, so much that it wasn't so long after you both came to an agreement; she would sponsor after the residency if you became her lover, stating that she could do international love and being thousands of miles apart wasn't a problem for her to keep loving you.

You sealed the agreement by kissing her so unexpectedly, making Jan Stevens smile.

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It had been two and a half months since your acceptance at the Sonic Catering Institute and one month since becoming Jan Stevens newest lover, and those were blissful days. Making art and sharing a compassionate love with a wonderful woman it was truly more than you have dreamed of.

A wonderful woman whom had her slender hand wrapped around your arm while taking a peaceful stroll with you through her mansion gardens. The day was beautiful and sunny enough to make both of you take a break from brainstorming ideas for the next gathering and soundchecking, so instead of spending the rest of the day in between the sheets, you and your lover went for some calmness at their favorite place.

"Look there my love, those flowers are blossoming today."

"They are indeed sweetling. Thriving and shining like you, Y/N."

A smile appeared in your face as soon you heard the soft voice praising you and comparing your success to the bush of flowers that bloomed so beautifuly that day; Jan Stevens never failed to burst love and adoration beneath your skin, with her words and pretty names she used to call you most of the time; she still had to maintain the façade of professionalism when it came to presentations or those dinner parties she threw occasionaly.

You didn't mind it though, that people weren't aware of your relationship, they had no right to know about it or think that you're only using Jan Stevens for getting her money. So therefore, it was kept secret in order to enjoy it in your way. In a few months, you would be pursuing the next phase of your art, and at that time the residency would be over; so no worry about secrecy.

But right now, strolling by the bushes and old trees with your excentric yet handsome lover, was more than enough to you.

"How can you say such things and not make me blush like a poppy?"

You asked, gazing at her and actually starting to look as red as a strawberry, which made Jan Stevens laugh softly and reach one of your cheeks with her free hand, caressing it. The mere action had you almost like a puddle, if you could actually turn into that, but it wasn't very practical if you thought about it.

"Because sweetling, I love the red flush that crawls through this beautiful face of yours. So beautiful and kissable and which I absolutely adore."

"Jan Stevens, please my peach!"

The blonde laughed again, finding cute the way you would turn bashful at the praise she threw at you. Having enough of standing up, Jan Stevens gently pulled at your arm and grabbed the skirt of her black and white dress, leading you both to a bench near the shadow of a big tree. There, you took a seat next to the older woman, careful of not stepping accidentally on her dress.

As soon you sat down, a couple of hands went straight at your face and turned you to look at your love, who was smiling before closing the gap between you two in a series of short kisses. You didn't waste anytime and found a place for your own hands in the waist of the blonde, tracing so slightly and lovely the curves of her body possesed.

The sound of hums tickled against your lips, making you smile at it and knowing that your beloved peach was really enjoying this demostration of love. It turns out Jan Stevens love language was mostly kisses, and she loved giving them to you or receiving them happily from you; the lipstick she used always got smeared in the corner of her plump lips while you ended with a face full of lipstick stains and a drunk in love face.

The range of her kisses would vary on the mood she was; sometimes, they were no more than a peck to remind you of their love. Other times, she would pin you against the matress and leave you breathless by how her kisses grow hotter and needier, this time reminding you of the power they held.

But the ones you loved were the ones that gave with such patience and grace, holding you as if you were a fragile and delicate thing. Those were the ones that gave you at the garden and you totally fell for it.

"Jan."

"Too tired to say my name, sugarplum?"

She whispered against your mouth, kissing you a couple of times before pulling out of the embrace, but not totally to be apart. Your eyes felt heavy and tired, but an enamoured smile was in that face of yours; the sight of you, fuzzy and high in love was endearing to Jan Stevens, who couldn't stop looking at you.

"Perhaps my lovely bunny would love to go and take a nap. Looks like someone's tired."

"Not tired, just simply love drunk thanks to you peach."

"You're always seem to be love drunk baby."

This time it was your turn to laugh at her response, squeezing gently her hips while a foolish grin appeared on your face. She was right of course, you were always love drunk and all because of her; of her captivating love she had in her soul. You simply rested your head in her shoulder, pulling her body close to yours.

Jan kept a hand on your flushed face, stroking your cheeks or playing with your hair, while the other one found a place in your lap. Silence filled the space rapidly at the absence of words, but it was okay; there were moments with such intimacy like this one that words didn't need to be said. Both of you just knew how much love was in between.

It didn't take long for Jan Stevens to kiss you, never having enough of your kisses which you gladly give. Pecks turned into sweet kisses that turned into a full make out session, suddenly initiating a fire in your lower abdomen and made you whine against Jan's lips; your hands gripped her hips while the elegants of your beloved traveled to your torso, teasing you so slightly.

Then, she drew out again and caused you to protest at the lack of her warm, but a finger was placed in your lips to silence you.

"No whining darling, and let's take this into bed."

The mention of laying with her instantly cheered you up, and also caused you to stand up to take her hand and pull her out of her seat. Amused and in love with your reaction, Jan Stevens followed you through the gardens and into her mansion, already looking foward for all of the things she plans to do with you.

Oh how she loved being the headmistress of a place like this. And how she loved you.

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The end. <3

[masterjedilenawrites]

@dragonrider9905!!! I have sat on this prompt for way too long 😩 I almost let it go but I already had a few hundred words written out, so I went ahead and added a few hundred more to finish it. It's a lot shorter than it could have been but oh well... maybe it's something I add to later? Anyway, hope it was worth the wait! 😬

Tech x reader | 1.1k words

Content: references to reader being a little dumb/having bad ideas, descriptions of traps and peril, mostly comedic with some heart

Fact: Your family was missing, and the only hope you had of finding them was by teaming up with a group of tenacious clones called the Bad Batch. You were restless in your search for them, doing all you could to keep up with the Batchers as they chased after clues.

Fact: You were not the brightest star in the sky. At least when it came to mission plans. You'd led them on wild goose chases, miscalculated various risks, and almost burnt down the ship one time. To say it was fitting you be banned from any strategy meetings was simply a given after a certain point.

Fact: Tech liked you anyway.

He wasn't sure why, given the obvious differences in the ways your minds worked. He was methodical, technical, and realistic; you were hasty, abstract, and idealistic. He was content to work on plans until they were perfect, while you were quick to take action, even when you weren't sure what those actions were. He was intellectual, you were imaginative.

And yet, despite all these differences, all the ways you two just never saw eye-to-eye, he found himself drawn to you anyway. He got close whenever he could, picked your brain on whatever he could think of, just to see what your answer would be. He looked forward to seeing you each day and couldn't help but prioritize your well-being just a little higher than any others'.

The rest of the Batch didn't quite hold the same fondness. They were polite enough, and you did have some good times laughing around campfires. But they had drawn a hard and fast line around letting you call any shots on missions. Tech was fittingly put in charge of holding you back. He could listen to your dumb and silly ideas all day, but he would also know to never let those ideas turn into actual plans.

For a while, the arrangement worked. Tech kept you from interfering without making you feel bad. And the rest of the Batch was able to continue making progress toward finding your family.

But then one day, they got themselves in a mess so bad, not even their own bold strategies could fix it. They were on a rescue mission. A kidnapped senator held hostage in a mansion on an outer rim planet owned by Separatist sympathizers. Supposedly the senator had been the last person to see your family. You and Tech stayed behind in the Marauder, watching the heat signatures of the rest of the Batch make their way through the labyrinth of rooms in the mansion, coaching them around corners and keeping them one step ahead of any enemies.

They had made it to the senator easily enough, but then a whole slew of alarms and booby traps went off, a completely unaccounted for defense system. Every counter measure known to the galaxy seemed to be deployed. The holopad lit up in Tech's lap, while the comms link in your hand vibrated with panicked voices. Chaos.

Tech tried his best to get them out safely, but every new exit route he picked had a threat worse than the last. They were trapped.

"I'm trying Hunter, I'm trying!" he snapped as his fingers swiped back and forth on the holopad, desperately trying to find even the smallest chance of escape.

"I have an idea," you offered, but even if you had been allowed to have ideas, your words were lost amongst the chorus of yells and shouts through the comms.

"The hallway you came from is full of soldiers now, both stairwells are booby trapped with grenades, the back hall to the servant's quarters is on fire..." Tech was explaining as he did one more thorough sweep of the options.

What about the air vents? asked Hunter.

"They're being filled with venomous bees as we speak."

Jump out the windows? Echo asked.

"You're hundreds of feet up. No way to scale down. There's anti-air turrets that'll shoot down the Marauder as soon as I get it off the ground. And I'm pretty sure the glass is shatter proof anyway."

"I have an idea," you tried again, louder this time, but Tech waved a hand at you to be quiet.

The room's filling with water now! came a moan from Wrecker.

Hurry up Tech, Crosshair hissed. We're running out of time.

"I know!"

You'd never seen Tech lose his cool like this before. This really was a bad situation. It didn't even matter about the information the senator may have about your family. They could all die if you didn't act quickly. And seeing as Tech wasn't interested in hearing you out, you decided to waste no time arguing and just jump right into your own plan. You were fairly confident it would work. Maybe 60%. Which was better than your usual calculation of 50/50, and certainly more than anyone else was coming up with at the moment.

You jumped out of your seat and rushed toward the ramp. This got Tech's attention. He looked between your empty seat and the mayhem emitting from the technology in his lap a few times before finally running after you.

"What are you doing?" he asked just as you jumped onto the muddy ground of the forest you were camped in.

"I'm going to knock on the front door and ask them to stop hurting our friends," you explained, never breaking your determined stride. Thankfully you were parked close to the tree line, and then it was only a short walk across the lawn to the mansion.

Tech blinked. "What?"

You were already several paces away so he shook himself and ran to catch you.

"What?" he asked again as he spun you around by the arm. "That's your plan? Just asking them to stop?"

"I'll ask nicely," you shrugged. "They're not droids, they're people. So who knows, they might just listen."

"But that's not... You can't just... Wait..." Tech sputtered as you turned heel and began walking again.

"Or maybe they'll want to negotiate," you called over your shoulder. "It'd be better if you were there for that part."

You did pause, turning slightly to give him a questioning look, waiting to see if he'd follow.

Tech was dumbfounded. Asking the enemy to simply stop didn't follow any line of logic or reason. He looked down at the holopad he still had clutched in his hand, knowing it wouldn't show him any more hope than it had before. Five heat signatures - one for each of his friends and one for the senator - were huddled in the middle of a room that was trying every which way to kill them. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Nothing, except to listen to you.

"This is by far the stupidest plan you've ever had," he said, meeting your earnest gaze. He took in a deep breath, already picturing the lecture he'd get from Hunter for daring to entertain your idea. But what choice did he have? He cared too much to let them perish. And, if he was being really honest, he cared too much about you to really believe you were as dumb as they all said.

So with that, he turned off the holopad and squared his shoulders, ready to follow your lead, logic be damned.

"Of course I'll help."

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Hatef--k - The Bravery for Boothill, don't @ me

ykno annonie at first i was like this song rlly suits him, but IDK how to write it for him, but after his lore leak i got an idea, then the trailer just solidifies this idea sdkjfhsdkjfhsdjk ALSO i've come to love this song hiehiehie

rays of lights beam into the dark elevator with each floor he passes through, with how fast he's moving up, boothill's gaze becomes sterner, the grip on the handle of his gun growing firmer, tighter.

this whole place reeks of money, the architecture, the design of so many things in this building and this does not exclude the elevator he's riding in. despite the tainted floors and broken elevator light, the speed the elevator now only increase his adrenaline and determination. it just goes to show how filthy rich these IPC bastards are to afford such accommodation.

annoyed, he clicks his tongue, head turning aside to see himself travelling higher and higher away from the ground of this planet he's on. he could careless at this point how eye-blinding those lines of light were, shining repetitively with every passing floor. the IPC has always made him sick, made him disgusted that he wishes to demolish and taunt whoever that works for them.

the bell rings, prompting him to leave the box immediately. it was no longer a surprise for him to be jumped at especially in areas with light in this building. hence he easily kicks them off with ease, sliding past clashing bodies of IPC guards and firing bullets right where it knocks them out. knocking them out quickly as if this was second nature to him.

he walks and walks down the now quiet hall, its brightness now dimmed thanks to the poor aim these armies of guards have when in panic. his heels drill into the carpeted floor with each step he took, the quietness occasionally disturbed by the clinks of his dangling glowing medallions.

despite being transferred into this metallic body, his surge still remains, just that his determination runs on different mediums now. it runs on fuel, it runs on those malt he chugged, it runs on his new mechanical, automatic heart. his goals and dreams remained unchanged.

but these ambitions of his are accompanied with emptiness. the feeling he dislikes but strives to heal from, but he knows deep down there is no way to permanently remove it out of himself. and it is all thanks to a certain man from the IPC that he's been taunting the IPC for for years-

oswaldo.

not caring to tear the picture of the man into two, he stood there solemnly in the dark of the hallway, staring at the small image of the man. the portrait of the man before him sickens him deep into his system.

the man who's all that but is nothing to the people who he had sabotaged, the man who's everything a person could look for to want for but is irrelevant to what a person needs. the lack of compassion this man has, it's all so clear in this sheet of paper on the bulletin.

oswaldo.

this man must have never felt what it's like to be at the feet of one's so called Aeons, to beg for forgiveness of wrongdoings that have yet to occur and for mercy that's not shown once for them. all of their lives were not worth of whatever plan the IPC has for their planet, their lives were robbed out of their grasps.

in the name of the siblings and parents and civilians he ahd grown up with, he'll hunt oswaldo down.

he'll hunt him down to his very grave, hunt him down into the innermost burning core of whatever planet if he has to.

[elvisabutler]

I know you aren’t taking requests again until March 12th, but I just wanted to ask early LOL!! Do you think you could write something about pregnant!reader and Austin being away for filming during her first trimester and when he comes back he notices her baby bump has developed and he goes feral (more breeding kink😸😸)

pop goes the bump

summary: your boyfriend- your eventual husband, truth be told, and you decide it's a good time to get pregnant before he goes off on location for filming. austin- gets a little surprise when he comes home. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x plus sized female reader word count: 1894 warning: oral ( f receiving ). talk of pregnancy. talk of a breeding kink. pregnant reader. implied p in v sex ( future ). hiding something from a partner, technically. author’s note: first off anon, thank you for this request even though it was during the gala and honestly, let me tell you the way you were like I KNOW IT'S NOT MARCH 12TH BUT I'M DOING IT EARLY to this day makes me giggle. second, you know how to dangle a prompt and say this is irresistable isn't it? austin butler breeding kink- one of my weaknesses. honestly breeding kink in general is but you know there's a reason i can pump breeding kink fics out really quickly for anyone. i hope you're okay with this being a plus sized reader, i can rewrite this fairly easily without it being that but- i said the words big girl in the beginning and, my brain just ran away with it. also i'm aware the first trimester ends at twelve weeks but as i did plus size i adjusted our timeline just a bit for this knowing fully well my own bump with my daughter didn't pop until about sixteen to twenty weeks. in addition not apologizing for the title being a play on pop goes the weasel.

The thing about your life with Austin is that you've gotten used to planning things around projects. You've been thoroughly thankful that since Elvis there hasn't been anything that ends in staying away in a different country for three years with a severe lack of communication. Only the typical several months of a filming schedule and award seasons that drag on but have an end goal in sight. Those are the sorts of things you can plan around, they are the things you thrive planning around. It's why after the Oscars you can't help but propose an idea to Austin.

"You want to try for a baby?" You ask simply with your head on his chest watching the sun slide slowly down the horizon, bathing you both in a warm glow. If you were a less perceptive woman you wouldn't have noticed how Austin's grip on your waist tightened and how he moved just enough to splay his hand on your stomach.

"I start filming for that movie in a few months," he murmurs against the shell of your ear, "you okay with that?"

Okay with being left alone while pregnant if it sticks before he leaves is what he means. However, at the same time it's also clarifying that you're okay with remembering he'll still be busy and may leave you alone to deal with your changing body. Your answer is a shrug as you turn to give him a kiss.

"As long as I'm not alone the whole time, I don't care. I'm a big girl, Austin."

The smirk that crosses his face as he shifts your positions is downright evil before he starts to kiss you. "Oh, I know just how much of a big girl you are, babe."

And so you try and try and try those four months before he leaves for filming and while it was discouraging to see your period come the first three months, you wait for your period to come that fourth month only to see nothing. Austin had to leave a week before and you couldn't help but call him the moment you confirmed it with the doctor. Yes, you could have told him when you had the positive test but you refused to get your hopes up until you could show him the little tiny speck of a baby on the sonogram photo. He talks about taking the weekend off to see you, to celebrate but you tell him that if he did that- he'd be gone longer on the backend of filming. He'd be gone longer when you're more pregnant than you are now so he's talked out of it, barely.

You never thought you'd be the sort of mom who watches all those little apps and tells their partner how big the baby is from week to week. It seemed silly to talk about babies being the size of blueberries and seeds and yet there was something so delightful, so touching about seeing the way Austin's face would light up at the knowledge of how your baby was growing and how he swears he sees your body changing. You have a bit of weight around the middle so you're pretty sure he's lying even if you can feel parts of your stomach hardening from the baby- from your uterus growing. Still, you show him your stomach every single week to document how it looks until one morning when you're sixteen weeks and you realize you can actually see a difference. You can see your bump- it's barely there but it's there, the physical representation that you're carrying Austin's and your child. That the baby is growing strong and healthy and going through all those little fruit sized milestones. You should show him, you think, you should show him like you have every week and yet this- this you want to keep to yourself until he comes home. It doesn't stop Austin from noticing how you don't show him the bump.

"Something wrong?" He asks, his brows furrowing just a little. "Nothing's wrong with-"

"No!" You answer a little too quickly, "no Austin, I would have told you if there was something wrong with them, I just- I don't want to show you any more until there's something you can see. Until I pop, you know?"

"Babe, I like seeing you grow, I don't-" He starts before stopping once he sees your face, sees how you stubbornly aren't going to show him a video of your bump. "You know I'm gonna see it come next month, right? In person."

You smile at the thought, smile at the fact that he's finally coming home after five months away and it almost makes you want to show him the little swell that you can finally tell is a baby. "I do. And that's why I think you can be patient and wait. It'll be worth it."

The answer he gives you is just a fond eye roll before he acquiesces, holding up his hands and telling you more about his day and how he's getting tips from some of the people on set who are parents. You listen without a care in the world as you rub at your bump.

Your belly continues to grow over the weeks until it's fairly obvious you're pregnant and not just carrying extra weight around the middle. It's firm and you swear you've felt a flutter or two from inside. You should show him and he keeps asking, almost begging after your last call but you know it'll be worth it to see the look on his face when he finally can see you in all your glory. Almost as if he wants to get back at you, he doesn't tell you when his flight is coming in beyond the day, leaving you to guess what time of the day he'd arrive. Still, you find yourself wearing a light green sundress on that day, it flows enough to not constrict your growing belly while still accentuating it enough that you keep looking down and smiling at it.

His plane lands around noon and he finds himself pulling up to your shared house around lunchtime, his key easily opening the front door and despite his call out to you, you don't hear him, earbuds firmly in your ears as you make yourself lunch. It doesn't take him long to follow the sounds of your singing to the kitchen where he stops in his tracks. Nothing could have prepared him for what he sees when you turn to throw something in the trash.

There's something to be said about his visceral reaction to you being literally barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen but his mind doesn't care. His mind that reminds him you've made fun of that phrase so many times that if you knew it's the first thing he thought of you'd laugh. But- but here you were, your dress stretching over your bump- God, when had it gotten so big- making lunch without a care in the world. He did that to you, he's made your chest swell, barely being contained by the top of your dress. He did that to you, made your belly grow and swell and you still had more months to go- he knows from the books this isn't even when the most growing happens. If he had seen you before now, seen even the hint of this swell he's pretty sure his reaction wouldn't be as strong as it is. He's pretty sure his cock wouldn't be standing at such attention that it's painful. He wants to fuck you, he wants to bury himself in your cunt and touch your stomach and whisper how he's going to always keep you this way now that he's seen how gorgeous you look carrying his child, how you look like a goddess. How you look like Venus, curves and swollen breasts and a stomach holding his child.

It's as if he's possessed when he sees you, throwing down his bags and immediately falling to his knees in front of you. You're startled and open your mouth to speak only to have his hands move to cup your stomach through your dress. His lips plant kisses all over it, over and over with mumbles you can't make out beyond our baby, gorgeous, can't believe you hid this from me, gonna keep you like this forever. The grin that threatens to overtake your face grows even more as you feel his hands move to the hem of your dress. He groans when he looks at your underwear, sees the wet spot he's already caused before dragging them down your legs just enough for him to place a kiss on your cunt. It twitches under the attention and you can feel the smirk he gives you. Words fail you as you feel his tongue against your cunt, licking slowly at first before one of his hands moves to spread you open, the other hand resting firmly on your bump. Your hands claw at the counter, praying that they'll help you stay standing up even as you grind into Austin's face. His nose nuzzles at your clit while his tongue dips in and out in a poor imitation of his cock. He knows you like the back of his hand, knows what gets you to come faster than any partner you've ever had but he isn't using it to his advantage this time. He's taking his time giving you leisurely licks around your clit, in your cunt, everywhere. His fingers tease you, crooking just so but not deep enough unless you grind down on them. It's a torturous game he's playing, it's a torturous punishment you've earned for not telling him but Austin is nothing if not kind. He's nothing if not kind as soon as he hears your whimpers and moans and feels one of your hands move to his hair, tangling within the strands and as he feels the other rest on top of his own against your bump.

Your orgasm comes quickly once he starts to attack your cunt with a vengeance, once his tongue runs across your clit, once his fingers crook and once he takes your hand and squeezes. You can't help the way you grind down as your oragasm overtakes you, wanting Austin to coax you through it, to lick you lightly through it as your legs shake and you lean against the counter for support. You hear a slurp that has you shuddering before Austin manages to pull himself out from under your dress, your release covering his lips and mouth as he grins up at you.

"Hi, mama."

You swear your heart skips in your chest as you look down at him and there it is again- that little flutter you swear you've been feeling. You exhale softly, and ruffle his hair. "Hi, daddy," you move to pull him up even as his hand never leaves your bump. "that was quite the hello. You like how I look?"

Austin lets out a shaky exhale before taking your hand and placing it in the front of his pants where his arousal is pushing against his sweatpants, "forget about lunch and I can show you how much."

The two of you order lunch about an hour later. You eat it an hour after that.

[siren-141]

S for Johnny please 🙇‍♀️🤎

I know I'm two days late, I'm so sorry 💀 I got so busy all of a sudden but I have not gotten this out of my head since I started on it two days ago prompt: seduction – what do they say to make you melt? what's guaranteed to seduce them? warnings: unprotected sex, spanking, dirty talk, degradation, cute lil aftercare 18+ only, minors DNI

Soap gets seduced easily. it just takes one look from you, one subtle action for his eyes to darken and he knows what you want. but the way he seduces? the man is an expert in dirty talk – you’ve never heard it better from anyone in your life.

you’re walking around the house, the rest of the boys sitting around cleaning weapons, playing cards, doing anything to pass the time. you see Soap in the living room, sitting in a chair next to Price who’s on the couch sleeping.

“whatcha doin?” you ask him as you walk into the room.

“jus’ waitin’ for this TV to turn on, the damn thing takes forever,” he tossed the remote onto the table in front of him.

“oh, cool,” you smiled. it was quiet for a moment as you tinkered with whatever was on the cabinet across the room. walking over to him, you started your plan. “think I’m gonna go take a nap.”

you kissed him once and he smiled up at you, thumb brushing along your wrist. you kissed him again, smiling as you backed up and walked towards the room. his eyes widened, looking over at Price still asleep on the couch. getting up, he followed you to your assigned room, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

you stood at the edge of your bed, back turned to him as if you weren’t expecting him. as if you hadn’t beckoned him to follow you back.

he knew whenever you kissed him twice like that, that you were already wet – you weren’t considering it anymore, you had decided at that point that you needed him as soon as he was available, and luckily for you (and him), he was available right then and there.

strong arms wrapped around your smaller frame, pressing kisses to your neck as you hummed. you turned around in his arms, chest pressed against him as you looked up. “been needing you all day.”

“yeah? how bad?”

“bad.”

it was enough for him. his hand creeped up, brushing your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake. he grabbed the nape of your neck, holding you still as he leaned down to kiss you. his tongue immediately invaded your mouth, taking control and almost shocking you. you were expecting him to stay in a calm mood, but the way he was pulling moans from you with just a kiss made your panties soak.

“take it off,” his voice was demanding, and your hands scrambled to your waistband to pull your shorts down. before you could though, his grip on the nape of your neck tightened and he turned you around himself, pushing you down onto the edge of the bed.

he ripped your shorts off, dragging them down your legs to your feet and you could hear his belt unbuckle. “been prancin’ around all fuckin’ day with these tiny little shorts on and now you come up to me in front of fuckin’ Price and do that?”

“he- he was asleep though,” you protested, wiggling under his hold.

he spanked you, the slap ringing across the room and you whimpered.

in one motion, he buried himself in you, cock pressing in all the way to the hilt. your moan was pornographic, but cut short by the man behind you pushing your face into the mattress.

“you just want cock so fuckin’ bad, is that it?” he set a brutal pace from the beginning, letting your head up but still pushing you down in between your shoulder blades. “keep those pretty moans down lass, wouldn’t want the whole 141 to fuckin’ hear you.”

the very idea of the rest of the team hearing you and knowing that johnny was the one making you feel this way made you clench down hard around him.

“oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he groaned out from you tightening up around him. “you’d like them hearing you moan like a slut around me.”

“please johnny, please lemme cum, ‘m so close,” you pleaded with him, getting closer with each word.

he pistoned harder into you, hand grabbing a fistful of your shirt as he pushed you down more. “maybe I should call them in here and they can watch you, watch you come apart on my cock. watch you take me like the slut you are. then they’ll know that you’re mine.”

the idea of the entire 141 squad watching you be claimed by johnny sent you over the edge, your moan faltering into a high pitched whine as your vision went black, the strong orgasm washing over you. the way you squeezed around his cock was enough for him, thrusting in a few more times before he pushed deep into you, his cum shooting into you in spurts. both of his hands gripped your hips with enough force that you knew there would be marks.

you basically melted into the bed after you came down, the post-orgasm haze clouding your mind for a few minutes. you could feel johnny make patterns on your skin, running his hands over your ass and along your waist to soothe the both of you. pulling out slowly, he leaned over to kiss the side of your head.

“stay here, I’ll be right back,” he said quietly, leaving the room. when he returned, he had a warm cloth in his hand, gently cleaning you and him up.

“that was nice. you’re nice,” you mumbled to him, small smile on your face.

“you deserve it, lovey,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, repositioning you on the bed and pulling the covers over you. “now go take that nap you were planning on.”

you chuckled, forgetting all about the excuse you had made to get him in here in the first place.

[gracieart]

You’re seriously going to take drawing requests from A Court of Thought?!? Someone who routinely lies, gaslights, bullies, and blocks Elriels? You were truly one of my fave people on this platform but watching you pander to Eluciens…whew, the respect I’ve lost.

Hello anon. I seem to have upset another one of you.

First and foremost, I am going to draw whatever I want and I'm not going to apologize to you. Let me just get that out in the air.

And for now, we are just going to ignore how you seem entitled to me, my art, my free time, and what I decide to do so we can quickly address your concern here.

I want to preface this by saying I sat on this ask for hours because I was genuinely so confused where this came from. I literally had no idea what you were referring to. I thought ‘A Court of Thought’ was you trying to criticize me for taking art prompts for A Court of Thorns and Roses and that you were saying I do all those things you mention. Which, as you can imagine, made me very sad.

But it finally dawned on me (after one of my friends pointed it out to me) that you were referring to the comment I replied to from the blog ACourtofThought.

After that realization, your comment started to make sense… for the most part.

Now, I have never once spoken to or even heard of this person before they commented on one of my posts. I know absolutely nothing about them. I’ve never even seen one of their posts. But if what you say is true, then you should know there is no possible way I could have even heard of them before, as I have a long list of anti tags blocked and have a strict no negativity policy on all my blogs. If you knew me at all, or if I was one of your favorite people on this platform, as you claim, then you should know that about me at the very least. I make it very very clear I do not deal with that kind of negativity.

And you know, not everyone in this fandom chooses to surround themselves with negativity. I hope you free yourself from this, truly.

I am not upset that you talked down to me, hurt my feelings, and insulted me. No, I’m mostly upset about the fact that you immediately jumped to the worst conclusions about me. The fact is I simply replied to a nice comment I saw on a post I made. That’s it. You saw that and thought “Wow, this woman is siding with this person I really dislike. And she obviously knows exactly who this person is and why I dislike them so much. So how dare she!”

…That is what you thought, am I wrong?

This is unwarranted and out of context. I am not “pandering” to Eluciens. I was simply asking my very kind mutuals, who happen to like that ship, if they had any prompts they wanted me to draw. And I tagged Elucien in that post so it reached other people. I have so many nice and genuine friends on here who ship all kinds of things, and I want to create something that makes them happy too. Is that a crime?

What if I told you I’m the exact same person I’ve always been? What if I told you that all the while I’ve been one of your “favorite people on this platform,” I’ve been doodling Elucien for some of my longest friends. Would you still have had any respect for me left to lose if you knew that all along?

I won’t talk about the ships here. If you want to know about that, go see my response to the other ask I answered yesterday.

When I first saw this ask, I’ll admit it upset me very much. So much so that I couldn’t get anything done for most of the day because I was so sad that someone would say something like this to me. But I’ve had a whole day to think about this, and I’ve come to one conclusion: I really don’t think you had much respect for me to begin with if you are so quick to turn around and talk down to me and insult me after I seemingly did something to offend you.

And if I did offend you, you could have easily just unfollowed me and moved on. But… you chose to go out of your way to insult me. Why?

I am sorry you are stuck in a place where you feel like you have to assume the worst of people. I’m sorry you have found yourself surrounded with so much negativity in this fandom. Fandom is a place for people to come together because they enjoy something, and I am truly sorry you’ve fallen into the part of the fandom that doesn’t comprehend that.

I’ll never begin to understand why people can’t see that kindness is so much easier. But at least I have a lovely circle of friends on here I can fall back on. Friends who have different opinions, who ship different things, or like other stuff. Friends who are in a completely different circle, but are the kindest, most compassionate people I’ve ever met.

Anon, I truly wish for you to find that for yourself. Try surrounding yourself with kind people who like different things. You will be so much happier. Trust me. There are so many nice people out there once you step outside your own circle.

[mid0khan]

Dreamling Week 2024, day 4

We're back for @mr-sadman 's Dreamling Week with a new fic!

Prompt: Shapeshifter

Title: The best weighted blanket in the world

Summary: Hob has a bad day, which triggers a meltdown; Dream is here to help. (732 words, no TW)

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Hob was usually the cheerful type. Always up to go out and see people, easily wonderstruck and able to feel genuine excitement for about anything.

He didn’t have bad days often. But when he did, he was truly and utterly miserable.

It was one of those days.

It hadn’t been triggered by anything, or at least if it had Hob didn’t know what. But still, he felt awful. A deep melancholia was weighting on him, a sourceless feeling that he had come to call old age. He had spent all day craving for the comfort of his bed, a dark room and a silent flat, but alas, he had important things planned. So he had pushed through, despite the smallest noise scratching his brain, the dimmest light hurting his eyes, or his clothes itching against his skin.

When he finally got home, he felt on the verge of a full-blown meltdown. He didn’t bother with diner or his usual evening shower, making a bee-line for his bed and collapsing on top of it. He sighed in relief, but quickly the discomfort came back. Unfounded anxiousness creeped up his body and Hob crawled under his sheets, obsessed with covering himself. He turned under the quilt, trying tangle himself in it so he would feel some soothing pressure, but in vain. Starting to feel desperate, he jumped from the bed, rushing to the wardrobe he put his weighted blanket in, and grabbed the thick cover. He lay down again with a relieved moan, cocooned under the heavy wool. Finally, he felt right.

He almost fell asleep, but once again a twinge of unease tickled his brain. He was too warm. He tried to ignore it, but as his skin became tacky with sweat, he started to struggle to breath, frustrated tears stinging in his eyes. He ended up tossing the blanket off the bed while cursing summer and its infernal heat. As soon as he lost the weight the creeping anguish washed over him anew, and he couldn’t stop discouraged sobs from tearing through him.

“Hob?” Morpheus’ deep voice echoed in the room, making Hob startle. He turned quickly in the direction of the sound, an unvoluntary whimper escaping him as he saw the worry on his lover’s face. In an instant the Endless was by his side, softly tucking his damp hair behind his ear, his brows furrowed with open concern. “My love, are you alright?” Hob started crying for real. “Please, tell me what is wrong,” Morpheus pleaded, alarm clear in his voice.

“It’s just… The blanket, but it’s too warm… I fell… I need…” Hob stammered, pointing at the weighted blanket and gesticulating with his hands, desperate for Morpheus to understand.

The Endless looked confused for a moment, but suddenly comprehension dawned on him. He stood up, arms outstretched on both sides of his body. His frame started thinning and widening.

“What are you doing?” Hob cried out in disarray.

“I am offering a solution to your bedding problem,” Morpheus answered as his body reached a perfect square shape with only his head, hands and feet poking out.

“You look like a flying squirrel,” Hob whispered as his lover lay down on him, covering his whole body in his ever-cool embrace. He was surprisingly light.

“Tell me when the weight suits you.” He became heavier and heavier until Hob sighed with relief.

“That’s perfect, thank you.” He nuzzled in Morpheus’ squary shoulder.

“You’re welcome,” the Endless kissed his temple. “I am glad I was able to help. You seemed really distressed.”

“Yeah, had a shitty day today. Felt really overwhelmed with everything.”

“You could have called me. I dislike the idea of you suffering alone.” Hob could feel Morpheus’ pout against his cheek.

“It’s alright love, I can manage. I’ve had far worse.”

“You always tell me to come to you if I feel unwell. I would have you do the same,” Morpheus said with a tone of finality.

“You have better things to do than coddle me when I’m feeling down,” Hob argue without conviction.

“That is for me to decide. Now sleep, Hob Gadling. I’ll meet you in your dreams.”

Lulled by the soft buzz of Morpheus’ presence, his discomfort finally quieted by the soothing weight on his body and the Endless’ petrichor smell, Hob fell asleep quickly. Bad days weren’t so bad with his lover by his side.

(I do not resist to join this gem, if only because looking at it made this very hard to write without wheezing with laughter)

[masterjedilenawrites]

For the cuddles and snuggles prompts, I offer you number 19, hugging/holding them from behind, for either Rexy Boy, Fives, or Howzer (whichever one strikes the inspo!)? I think any of them being hugged from behind would be adorable and/or dorky <3

@eternal-transcience

Snuggle Drabbles #2

Howzer x reader | 550 words

Content: fluff, hugs, reader has a family

Prompt: Hugging them from behind

Howzer was perfect.

Standing so naturally, so confidently amongst your family. Easily laughing along to your dad's corny jokes. Flawlessly timing his compliments of your mom's home. Fitting in with the quirky and sometimes chaotic dynamic your family had as if he'd been here the whole time. You couldn't help but stop in your tracks, holding the salad bowl you were supposed to be preparing, and instead watching him with so much adoration you worried you'd collapse from the weight of it.

He'd been so nervous, too, meeting your family. It wasn't common for clones to be in a relationship, let alone one so serious as to warrant bringing a whole family into it. He'd had no idea that was even a thing you were interested in until you'd asked if he was ready. And then he'd spent the whole week asking questions. How was he supposed to act? What was he supposed to say?

So to see him like this now, so much more at ease, no trace of apprehension left on his relaxed features, also made you burst with pride. Your man was up for any challenge.

Eventually your dad left the conversation to check on the grill, and your mom decided to run to bathroom before dinner. You quickly snatched the opportunity. You sat down the salad bowl on the closest nearby surface and made your way up behind him. Howzer was distracted, gazing across the yard, and so he made a startled grunt once he felt your arms snaking around his middle from behind.

"What are you doing there?" he asked through the chuckle that followed.

You pressed your face into his back and smiled, knowing he'd feel it. "I just missed you, s'all."

"Missed me?" His hands encircled your arms, rubbing them gently. "You weren't gone that long."

"Felt like it," you mumbled.

He hummed. "Didn't realize dumping a bag of lettuce into a bowl was so taxing."

You had to release him briefly in order to swat at him for that. "Shh! Don't tell my mom it came out of a bag! She thinks I still have a garden."

His body started to shake with amusement in your hold. "Oh, is that what those weeds on your patio were supposed to be?"

You swatted again, only for him to capture your wrist and use it to pull you around to face him. You kept your body and one arm snuggly pressed against him as you moved.

"Hi," he smiled down at you.

"Hi," you whispered sweetly back. It was like you were sharing a secret. Just the two of you. It didn't even matter that your dad was likely sneaking looks over his shoulder or that your siblings would probably start teasing as soon as they made their way outside.

"You're perfect, you know," you said.

Howzer chuckled nervously. "I don't know about that..."

"You are," you repeated. It was fact.

Before he could protest further, you leaned back into him and hugged him fully. You turned your head to rest against his chest and for a moment caught your dad awkwardly trying to appear as if he hadn't been eavesdropping the whole time. You simply smiled and let yourself enjoy the moment for however much longer it would last.

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[bobfloydsbabe]

drinking hot cocoa in small cafés with eccentric professor bob?

- @bradshawsbaby 💕

Darling, this is such a good one for these two! Saying I got carried away would be an understatement because this turned out to be almost 600 words. Apparently, I can't control myself. I hope you like it!

winter vibes prompts open for: eccentric professor bob, librarian bob, mob boss bob, and rhett abbott

From the table, she watches Dr. Floyd order from the barista with an easy smile. It’s rare she gets the see the professor let his guard down, but watching the scene in front of her makes her wish he would do it more.

She’s not sure where they stand. They spend more time arguing than doing actual work, and more often than not, she wants to claw his eyes out or rip out her own hair. He’s grumpy and unbearably stubborn, but she can’t help but want his approval.

He thanks the barista and walks back to their table, holding two steaming mugs in his large hands. She spends more time thinking about those hands than she should. It’s becoming a problem.

“Here,” he says and places the mug in front of her. The scent of chocolate and cinnamon fills her nostrils, and for the first time all day, the corners of her mouth turn up.

“Thank you.” Lifting the mug to her lips, she sips and lets the chocolaty deliciousness warm her from the inside out. She hums in appreciation. “That may be the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Anna knows what she’s doing.”

They sit in silence for a while, sipping their drinks and watching the first flakes of snow fall outside. It’s peaceful, a whole hour from the hustle and bustle of campus.

“Imogen.”

She looks at the professor, shocked that he used her first name. It sounds foreign on his lips, but good. She could get used to it.

“What?”

He pushes his half-empty mug to the side and leans his forearms on the table, eyes locked on hers. “Are you alright?”

Instantly, tears start prickling behind her eyes, and she looks down so he won’t see. She’d hoped he wouldn’t ask. She doesn’t want to cry in front of him, doesn’t want him to see her at her lowest.

The lie he won’t believe comes easily. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

She raises her eyes again. “I think I know if I’m fine or not.”

He glares at her, daring her to argue again. There’s a part of her wants to, simply because it’s what they do, but then he reaches for her hand and gives it a quick squeeze. “You don’t have to tell me,” he says, voice deep and gravelly with the slightest accent she still can’t place.

“It’s stupid,” she mumbles, brushing away the traitorous tear that dared fall.

“Hey,” he whispers, placing his index finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I didn’t take you to my favorite spot outside the city for nothing. Whatever it is, it’s not stupid.”

She stares at him. He’s so different from the person she’s gotten to know over the last couple of months. The man sitting in front of her is warm and caring. He offers gentle touches and shows her a place he usually keeps to himself. He keeps a lot of things to himself, and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to chip away at that hard exterior. He’s offering her a piece of himself.

His thumb brushes over the knuckles of the hand he’s holding, and a shiver runs down her spine at the feeling. His eyes are bright and crystal blue, and they’ve been haunting her dreams for weeks. The idea of kissing him is on her mind a lot these days, too.

Imogen takes a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s a long story.”