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maimingaffairs · 1 year

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anon i am so sorry… my post got deleted somehow so i had to repost 🤨 anyways this is terrible because i wrote it at 3 am but at least it’s proofread!

warnings: SMUT (18+ only!)

word count: 2.6k

Oblivious (aleksander morozova x AFAB!reader)

Aleksander had always had a soft spot for the good things in the world. The beautiful things.

You were both.

From the moment he met you, he knew you were.

The two of you had met when you arrived in Os Alta after running away from Ketterdam. Being a known Healer had been getting dangerous, and the wrong crowds often sought your services out.

The first time he’d met you personally was a spectacle, really. You’d been brought in to heal a deep cut on the back of Vasily Lantsov’s head because he had slipped drunkenly down the stairs. Aleksander was almost always present when his Grisha were needed in The Grand Palace, and he stood back and watched as you healed Vasily with ease. It hadn’t even been a moment later before the young prince started to flirt with you.

You awkwardly took a step away from him, which he in turn took one towards you. You had laughed nervously and before you could take another step back, he had grabbed onto your kefta and tried to pull you towards him. You jumped backwards quickly and the kefta came loose from his fingers and you fell backwards, catching yourself at an odd angle on your elbows.

Aleksander was quick to come help you up and he bid Vasily goodbye sharply before he whisked you out of the room and back to the Little Palace. You hadn’t spoken a word, in fact, you trembled under the hand that The General had laid on your upper back to guide you. He noticed your trembling after a moment and the second you two had reached the solace of the Little Palace, you turned to him and clasped your hands together nervously.

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“Oh, General, I am so terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to make a scene in front of the prince, I just was nervous and-“

He cut you off by holding a hand up and he gave you a gentle smile.

“Everyone knows Vasily doesn’t know personal boundaries. It was not your fault, y/n.” He responded and you instantly calmed down, relieved to not be in trouble with the most powerful Grisha in Ravka.

Since then, Aleksander had been curious of the clumsy, nervous little Healer that had been brought to him, and he made a point to get to know you better.

After a year of being at The Little Palace, you and The General had gotten very close, and you considered him to be your best friend.

He however, considered you to be more. He hadn’t found himself so taken with a single person for nearly four hundred years, and the worst part was you didn’t even seem to realize it.

He tried to make it known to you, but he wasn’t quite sure how at first, so he’d do little things. For example, one night after you’d been caught in the rain out riding with him, he came to your quarters and swaddled your shivering form in his warmest cloak. Or another time when he took you on a walk out to the forest and he’d plucked flowers from the ground and tucked them in your hair.

Eventually it grew into more. He’d shower you with compliments often. He became much touchier with you, embracing you for long periods of time, giving you little cheek and forehead kisses when he greeted you or bid you goodbye.

He’d even revealed his name to you one night while the two of you laid in his bed. You liked coming to his room late at night, and he’d entertain you by messing with his shadows above your head. You’d watch them intently as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world while he watched you with the same passion.

But you still didn’t seem to get it.

It had been about two weeks since you’d seen Aleksander, and he had just returned from a little trip to the frontlines to check up on everything and bring more troops to the Second Army. When he arrived at the Palace, you excitedly greeted him on his horse and he wrapped both arms around you, almost tackling you to the ground.

“Take me with you next time! I about died of boredom here. I can’t keep mending David’s paper cuts, it’s so mundane.” You complained playfully.

“Take you with me? And have you distract me? Keep dreaming, pretty.” He commented and you sighed dramatically and fell backwards, knowing he’d catch you.

He did, of course and he pulled you up straight again and then grabbed your hand, leading you towards the Little Palace.

“Perhaps you’d like to accompany me to dinner with the King this evening?” He asked slowly and looked down at you.

You glanced up at him with your eyebrow raised and you shook your head, “I’m not saying no. But is that the kind of thing you do with friends? I mean, I feel like it’s an opportunity wasted on me. You could take David or Genya. The King likes them more, anyway.” You stated.

He nearly rolled his eyes. Friends. How oblivious could one person be?

“Perhaps. But I wanted you to come. Because you are important to me, and there’s no one else I’d rather spend my time with, truth be told.” He explained and pushed open the door to the palace. You both walked inside hand in hand and you glanced up at Aleksander with a bright smile.

“I’ll go then. If I’m that important, how could I miss it?”

You had no idea.

The dinner had gone well. Aleksander convinced you eagerly to wear a black kefta that matched his own, and then upon seeing you in it, his heart utterly melted. It was hard to keep his focus on anything other than you at dinner, and that was for certain.

The walk back to The Little Palace was a quiet one. You had your head leaned against his arm while the two of you walked and he glanced down at you with a small smile.

“Would you care to join me back in my chambers for a little while?” He asked and you looked up at him.

Your eyes pierced his own and the urge to kiss you right there in the hall was inexplicable. He had to tear his eyes away from yours while he walked you the rest of the way to his room. Once inside, he closed the doors behind both of you and he turned to you.

“Did you have an enjoyable night?” He asked softly and you walked around his war table, dragging your finger along the edge.

“Mhm. It was nice, thank you, Aleksander.” You said sweetly and looked back at him over your shoulder.

Your eyes caught his once again and you gave him a soft smile, “You look nice.” You commented and then turned your attention back to the war table. You touched the model of The Fold in front of you and you let out a giggle.

“Considering how much time you spend hovering over this, I’d expect a more lifelike model.” You teased and twisted a bit of your hair around your finger.

“Well. That’s the best we did.” He teased back and approached you, sending a tendril of shadow through the air to tap your nose. You scrunched your nose up cutely and reached up to run your fingers through the cold shadow wisps in front of your face.

“I love it when you do that. Your shadows are so… lovely.” You hummed, and with that, he sent more little tendrils of shadow your way, loving the way you giggled, stared at them in awe, and reached out to touch them as if they were fragile.

You had never been one to shy away from his shadows. Perhaps you were one of the only ones like that, too. He kept his eyes on you while you dragged your finger through the shadowy air before you, and he suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take the aching feeling in his chest when he looked at you, the burning desire to have you as his own, the indisputable and undeniable fact that he was in love with you.

He found himself moving forward at alarming speed and he grabbed your face in his hands desperately. He stared down at you wildly and the gaze you returned was bewildered and confused.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, your voice so little and nervous.

He shook his head and he pulled your face closer to his so that he could kiss between your eyes.

“No. But I need you to listen to me.” He said eagerly and you gave him a little nod, allowing him to continue.

“Y/n. You are one of the most oblivious people I’ve met in my life. How much more obvious can I be?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Aleksander.” You replied nervously and your eyes raked his face.

“I am in love with you, for the love of the Saints, y/n. I am so in love with you, it brings me to my knees. For months now, I have only fallen harder and harder for you, and you just don’t seem to even notice. You sleep in my bed, I hold your hand, I’m glued to your side whenever I’m here, I take you to events, I show you off when you wear black… I don’t understand how you don’t get it! I am in love with you, so painstakingly in love.”

You blinked a few times up at him and then you let out a mirthful little giggle.

“Oh, oh my. Aleksander, why didn’t you say something sooner?” You asked and raised your eyebrows up at him.

Your reaction clearly wasn’t the one he was expecting and he stared down at you with wide eyes, his hands still holding your face gently.

“You should have just told me, because then I would’ve told you that I’m so, so in love with you.” You said with another little laugh.

Aleksander didn’t even have time to feel relieved and elated about your reply before you were standing on your toes and dragging him down to you by his shirt to plant a warm kiss on his lips.

Your kiss now wasn’t like any of the times he’d ever imagined kissing you. It was so much better. He kissed you back with a sweetness that was almost tangible between your lips and your hands found his neatly combed hair.

He broke the kiss breathlessly and he stared down at you in the dim light of his bedroom. You bit down on your bottom lip as you looked up at him and he shook his head.

“You’re intoxicating.” Was all he said before he dove back down and kissed you again, this time backing you up against the table before he lifted you up onto it. He stood with your legs on either side of his thighs and he placed a sloppy kiss on either corner of your lips before he kissed down your chin and up along your jawline.

You let out a breathy moan when his lips brushed across the spot just between your ear and jaw, and he closed his eyes tightly. He sucked on the skin over that spot and pulled back once he was satisfied with the blossom of broken capillaries just underneath your skin, creating a mark that would stay for the next few coming days. You reached up and pushed his kefta off of his shoulders as he began to kiss down the side of your neck sloppily and you shivered.

“Aleksander.” You whispered and he pulled back slowly to look down at you questioningly.

You glanced up into his eyes and then you let out a little whine.

“Take off your shirt please.” You said softly, your cheeks heating up.

He let out a little chuckle at your request but he didn’t argue as he took off his layers of tops. While he was undressing himself, you rid yourself of your own kefta and you slipped down off of the table and turned around in front of him to show him the buttons of your dress.

“I’ll need help with this too.” You said shyly and he wasted absolutely no time, moving in and unbuttoning your dress as quickly as he could. When he pushed it off of your shoulders, he brought his hands around to rest on your bare torso, drawing your back up against his chest tightly.

Your dress hung loosely at your waist and you wiggled a bit against him to get the skirts to fall to the floor. You stepped out of them and then you took his hands and brought them up to your lips. You placed slow kisses on each of his fingertips and he let out a long sigh, your lips feeling like the softest silks in the world to him.

He gently pulled one hand away from your grip while you kissed the other and he reached down to gently slip his fingers down into your underwear. He rested his chin down against your shoulder and he very slowly dragged his middle finger in two little circles around your clit. You gasped against his fingertips and you froze, your body moving backwards against his even more.

He repeated the same motion a few more times before you grabbed his wrist and shook your head.

“Oh, please don’t tease me. Please.” You whispered and he let out a little chuckle. Normally he’d be more inclined to make you beg for him, but he’d save that for another day.

He spun you around and reached behind you carelessly and swept all the models of landmarks and such off of his war table and he hoisted you back up onto it.

He quickly reached up and pulled your underwear down until they were around your knees and you could easily kick them off, and he pushed your legs apart, standing in between them. You leaned back against the table on your elbows and looked up at him, letting out a needy whine.

“Aleksander, please.” You breathed and he brought his hand up to your cunt.

He looked up into your eyes for a while before he inched his fingers upwards through your folds, gathering your slick on his fingertips. You leaned your head backwards and let out a little sigh of relief and he took this as encouragement to press his thumb down against your clit. You let out a little mewl at the new contact and he had never heard such a pretty sound before. He started slowly, his thumb gently circling your clit.

“Look at you, being such a good, patient little thing.” He murmured appreciatively. He glanced down at his hand on your core and he continued to move his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

After a moment of this, he brought his free hand up and he pushed your legs open further before he traced his pointer finger around your entrance. You wiggled your hips down closer to his hand, feeling utterly empty and Aleksander only clicked his tongue and murmured something about having patience up at you.

A few agonizing moments went by of him running his finger along your entrance, when without warning, he pushed it inside of you. You clenched around his finger and you let out a little moan, waiting for him to move again. He steadily continued the movement over your clit as he curled the finger inside of you up a few times and you raised your hips off of the table.

“Oh, please. More.” You begged and lifted your head to stare down at him. He simply gave you a wink before he pulled his finger out of you. You didn’t even have time to be disappointed before he was plunging two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of you steadily. You moaned again, this time much more breathlessly and he quickened his pace on your clit along with his fingers inside of you. Within moments, he had you gasping and whining, chasing a release that was so close.

You sat and pleaded quietly with him to go faster and when he finally obliged, you snapped. You let out a sharp gasp and then moaned loudly. He didn’t even need your moans to know you were cumming, because you tightened impossibly around his fingers and he hummed.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Good job.” He murmured and continued to fuck you with his fingers through your orgasm. When you’d finally calmed yourself, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to your lips.

You opened your eyes to see his fingers in front of your face and you opened your mouth obediently and took them inside.

“Good, taste yourself, angel.” He breathed and then pulled his fingers away from your mouth only to put them in his own. He licked them clean before he gently grabbed you by the thighs and held your legs on either side of his hips and lifted you off of the table.

The hardness in his pants brushed up against your newly sensitive core and you gasped, earning yet another chuckle from Aleksander. He carried you into his bedroom and then gently tossed you down on his bed. He stood over you as you stared up at him with eyes glazed over with need and he kicked his boots off and yanked his pants off along with his underwear.

He looked down at you and stroked himself a few times before he leaned over your body and brushed the tip of his cock against your entrance a few times.

“If I knew this is how it would end, I would’ve confessed my love for you sooner.” He teased with a breathy laugh.

You smiled blissfully up at the man above you and you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck. You pulled him down for a slow kiss, and he slipped himself inside of you, earning a gasp. You distractedly stopped kissing him and he pulled away from your lips slightly as he slowly slid himself into you fully. Once you’d taken all of him, he stayed still for a moment, giving you time to adjust.

You tossed your head back and then you tapped the back of his neck, “Aleksander, I do adore you, but I need you to move.”

He did as you asked and he slowly pulled out before plunging himself back inside of you, a lewd, wet sound echoing off of the walls.

He let out a low groan and he closed his eyes, leaning his head down so that his forehead touched yours.

“You feel so good, my love. Taking me so well.” He grunted and easily found an initially slow pace that the both of you enjoyed.

You pressed your fingertips into his shoulder blades and you let out a few soft moans in the form of his name. You pressed your lips to his ear and you let out a whimper against it.

“Faster, please.” You whispered and he had no choice but to increase the pace of which his cock was pumping in and out of you at, just to earn a few more sweet moans from you.

It wasn’t long before all that was audible in the room was the sound of skin slapping together and your high pitched moans, mixing with his low praises. Your second climax approached you quickly, and Aleksander deduced this by the way you were clenching around his cock. He grabbed onto one of your legs tightly and hoisted it up around his waist and he thrust in particularly sharply, and he hit a spot deep inside of you that had you screaming his name and digging your nails into his back.

“Come on, my love. Cum for me. You’ve done so well, let me reward you.” He whispered and you dragged your nails down his back, whimpering and moaning simultaneously.

He continued with his sharp thrusts up into you, hitting that spot within you each time, and after just a few more quick strokes, you tightened your leg around his waist and threw your head back as your second orgasm of the night washed over your entire body in waves. You clung to him shakily as he continued to fuck you, chasing his own high. It wasn’t long after you had came that he finished as well, releasing inside of you. He stayed still over you for a few moments while you panted and slowly calmed down, and finally he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him.

“Have you really been hinting at being in love with me for months now?” You asked after moments of post-coital silence.

Aleksander rolled his eyes and snorted, pulling you tightly down against his chest.

“I have. And I was just about to give up.”

“Nah. You could never give up on me.” You said with a little giggle and Aleksander smiled and placed a few kisses against your cheek.

“Oh, milaya. I know.”

#aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova imagine #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x you #grishaverse #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone #the darkling x reader #the darkling #the darkling imagine #general kirigan imagine #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine

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sgiandubh · 5 months

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On leadership

This is a personal comment on @luhafraser's last post, where she wrote, in plain English:

'But I can't help but notice that since I joined this fandom, what we have in all the groups in this fandom are "leaders", they come and go, new ones appear, or reinvent themselves. There are people that stand out and lead others to follow their ideas and statements. It is these people that receive information, have sources, receive pics, and are fed by "anonymous" (Sorry, but a lot of things that have already appeared could only have come from someone "inside"). I know we are all adults, but there are those who know how to influence or who are led to be influencers, there are those who understand that and there are those who don't.'

Dear @luhafraser,

You wrote a couple of things with great confidence, as you usually do, and I feel I have to say something,

I have invited you already to name names, not allude to persons in your posts, as you so transparently seem to be doing right now. So yes, I felt looked upon and judged. By you (and not only you). Since Day 1. You thought I was never going to respond, well - you were wrong. The day has come and the day is now.

Dear @luhafraser, while I do immensely appreciate your real qualities (intelligence, humor, sleuthing, etc.), I am less a fan of this kind of little games, both in public and behind the scenes. My sudden apparition seems to have bothered you, with Anons asking you (June 20, 2023) if I was really a new person joining in and you denying it without taking the time to talk to me:

This is simply not done, my dear. I have openly and transparently engaged with people since Day 1 and never lied about my own circumstances. Your answer started a flurry of speculation that kept people interested all summer long and forced me to dox myself. So kindly prove me and all the others I am not a newbie (something completely impossible to do), do it in public and own the things you post in here.

I am not a leader of anything, @luhafraser , and I have no wish to be regarded as such. Ever. I have learned, in 20 years of my high-level public service career, that being the boss corrupts and exposes. But yes, I did want to be a disruptively positive voice in what I felt to be an intimidated community. I wanted to bring more clarity and all those research skills to all of you. I wanted honesty. And I, above anything else, wanted to help. And I am sorry that people agreeing or liking what I post seems to bother you. It is not something I can help you with. It is what it is. There is a place for all our voices to be heard in here. Every single one of them.

I have no inside information on SC and never did. I have not betrayed anything that was shared with me in DMs and only posted things when adamantly asked to do so, after careful vetting and only from people I knew. However I am a hell of a bloodhound when I am set to find something and I am rather good at what I do, also in real life. I also know when to stop and will never share things that would be legally questionable. It would expose us and it is a risk simply not worth taking.

I am not here for clicks and likes. My block list is three or four times bigger than my dash. I do not care for fame, but I do care for a couple of trusted people that became real friends. It is for them and for them only that I am not giving you satisfaction and quit.

I keep my promises. I will not go anywhere. If you do not like what I write, please unfollow and block immediately - this goes for anyone that feels bothered about me being here, in any way. I have no wish to start a war with any of you - that would make Mordor glee with joy for months. But please do me and yourself a favor: if in doubt, go now. I cannot stand duplicity, never could.

I hope that sets the record straight. Believe it or not, I have no hostility towards you. Not a single ounce.

I am not expecting an answer.

[Later edit;] I am glad I doxed myself. Very glad. But that is another story.

#fandom #shitshow

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infiniteeight8 · 3 months

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I don't know if you are familer with this trope but:

Guide and Senital ironstrange

Anon, not only am I familiar with this trope, I wrote the tumblr post that quite a few people have used to explain it. 😀

I can actually rationalize Stephen and Tony in either role, but I decided to go with the most obvious (to me, anyway) version. This time, anyway!

This is also a “Sentinels and Guides are known” style AU.

Tony tries very, very hard not to use his senses at all.

It’s not that he doesn’t want them. He may have issues, but they aren’t those particular issues. He’d be happy to lean into those genetic advantages if, in his case, they outweighed the risks. Which they don’t. Three Sentinel and Guide centers (his local California Center first, then the California State Center, then the New York Center) all agree that Tony is, quote, “unusually susceptible to zone outs.”

Which more or less means that damn near anything can tip him into one, and damn near nothing can get him out of one. Pepper, despite being so weak a Guide she only just registers on the test, is the best at getting him out of them. Given a quiet place and about half an hour undisturbed, she can get him back about half the time. The rest of the time, there’s nothing to do but wait. He usually comes out of a zone after four or five hours. Usually.

Once, he had to be put into care in the S&G Center for three days.

No one enjoys that, least of all Tony. So he does his best not to give his brain the opportunity to hyperfocus, and he meets the Guides the Center sends to match with him, and he tries not to envy the Sentinels who can snap out of a zone with a few words from the right person.

Unfortunately, Tony’s work regularly involves intense focus on very small objects. Soldering a circuit board is legitimately dangerous for him, but like hell he’s going to give the job to someone else, especially when it concerns the armor. He tells himself that even when FRIDAY warns him against such work while Pepper is out of town.

The tiny…

…details…

…swallow…

…him.

The low rumble of a voice. A warm hand holding his, trembling faintly. The scent of tea and dust and something like but unlike ozone. It’s the scent that Tony follows back into the world. Blinking, Tony carefully straightens up from where he was hunched over his work bench. He doesn’t feel sore, which is unusual.

“Tony?”

Tony turns to find Stephen Strange sitting next to him, eyebrows knitted in concern. Tony clears his throat, but it doesn’t feel dry. “Yeah, I’m here. How long was I out?”

FRIDAY answers, “Fifteen minutes. With Ms. Potts out of town, I considered calling the S&G Center, but Doctor Strange is a registered Guide and I decided he was more likely to respond quickly.”

“You did good, FRIDAY,” Tony reassures her automatically, and then really registers her words. He turns to Strange. “You got me back in fifteen minutes?”

“More like ten, once I got here,” Strange says. “I’m sorry, it shouldn’t take that long.”

“That long?” Tony laughs. “Strange, that’s the fastest anyone has ever gotten me out of zone out in my entire life. That’s assuming they even can get me back. Are you bonded? Tell me you’re not bonded.”

Strange lets out an incredulous huff of laughter and shakes his head. “I’m not bonded,” he says. “And to anticipate your next question, yes, I’m amenable to a courtship.”

“Amenable,” Tony snorts, but he’s smiling. “Fantastic. FRIDAY, is there paperwork? If there is, get it started.”

Strange looks bemused, but in a good way, like he’s enjoying the ride. It’s a good sign, Tony decides.

#IronStrange #Sentinel and Guide AU #Ficlet

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tj-is-down · 3 months

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Squire Squabble (pt. 1) Podrick Payne x reader

So, I wrote this fic in 2022 and it's been sitting in my Google Docs ever since. Enjoy it! There's a Part Two that I'll probably post tomorrow.

Summary: Pod and Brienne meet one of Brienne's old acquaintances while traveling, and Pod does not get along with the man's squire.

Word count: ~2.1k

Warnings: Swearing, maybe? I can't remember. But I know that's really it. Also, most of my fics are gender neutral, but this one is written with a feminine reader in mind. Sorry!

Pod and Brienne sit in a tavern at nightfall. Pod is eating quickly and hungrily, having not eaten anything since the day prior. His fault, really, messing up the fire and forgetting to skin the rabbit and--well, it’s best not to get into it all. Brienne, he notices, isn’t eating, despite having eaten the same amount as he has in the last twenty-four hours, which is none.

“Are you not going to eat, my lady?” He asks, mouth full of food.

Brienne doesn’t answer, instead continuing to glare in the direction of another table behind Podrick. He goes to turn his head, but is stopped by Brienne.

“Don’t you dare,” she grunts, freezing him in motion.

He slowly turns back to face her. “What are you looking at?”

“Not what,” Brienne clarifies, “who. In this case, Ser Carac McLane of Tarth.”

Pod waits for her to continue, confused. “Who?”

“We grew up together,” Brienne says, “and he tormented me every day of my life. Everything I did, he had to be better. Learned to fight before me--because he’s a man, of course--and he’s never let me live it down. He thinks that age somehow triumphs over experience and skill--two things I have, and he doesn’t. He’s arrogant, ignorant, and classless. And that’s not the half of it.”

“How long has it been since you’ve last seen each other?” Pod asks, taking another bite. “Perhaps he’s changed, or--”

“People like him aren’t ones who change, Podrick,” Brienne interrupts. Her face suddenly drops. “Shit. He’s walking over. Stop eating, and sit up straight. Don’t give him any reason to critique you. Podrick, I said stop eating!”

How am I supposed to swallow this if I can’t chew? Pod thinks, yet he doesn’t have another second to resolve his issue before they are approached by Ser Carac, along with a younger individual about the same age as Pod.

Brienne stiffens, moving to stand up, but Ser Carac waves her off. “No need for formalities, Brienne of Tarth. We’re past that by now, don’t you think?”

“I suppose so, Ser Carac of Tarth,” Brienne responds. “This is my squire, Podrick Payne.” She gestures to Pod, who nods his head, mouth still full of food. Ser Carac nods in his direction, yet his companion doesn’t, instead choosing to half-smirk at him, seeing right through his facade. He glares back at them, trying to be as menacing as possible. He realizes, however, that it’s entirely useless, as he looks like a chipmunk with his mouth full of food.

“You’ve a squire now?” Ser Carac asks incredulously. “I never thought I’d see the day you reached such a high rank. This is Y/N, my squire.”

“What brings you to this area?” Brienne asks. “I’d have thought you were retired, old as you are.”

“Might I remind you, I’m not much older than you,” Carac states.

“Your lack of hair could’ve fooled me,” Brienne replies. Podrick nearly spits out his food holding back a laugh. He’ll have to commend Brienne for that later.

Both Carac and Y/N look over at him, Y/N shooting daggers at him. Carac, however, seems to ignore it, instead turning back to Brienne.

“Well, as much as it was a pleasure seeing you, we must be off.”

“Don’t choke, Podrick,” Y/N says,harshly patting him on the back before turning to walk away. Pod starts coughing, the food getting stuck in his throat. He quickly gulps from his cup and turns back to glare at Y/N. They’re looking over their shoulder at him, half-smirking.

Pod decides at this moment that he dislikes them. Immensely.

“Told you,” Brienne says.

* * *

Pod and Brienne are long beyond the tavern now, about a day’s journey out. The sun is concluding its descent, and the two have decided to stop for the night, when they see the faint orange glow of a fire coming through the trees.

“Should we see about that up there?” Pod asks.

“Well, seeing as you can’t start a fire for shit, there’s no harm in joining those who already have one going, is there?” Brienne replies.

Apparently there was harm in joining those who already have a fire, since those happened to be Ser Carac and Y/N, who seem to have just begun to make camp.

“Lady Brienne, what a surprise!” Ser Carac says, although he seems more annoyed than surprised. “I didn’t know you were going this way. We could have traveled together. Although, I know how much you enjoy your beauty sleep, despite its lack of effect. I, on the other hand, wake up with the sun.”

Brienne rolls her eyes, ignoring his comment. “Would you mind if we joined you, Ser Carac? I would hate to intrude.”

“Too late for that,” Carac mutters. “But since you’re here, please, join us.”

Pod and Brienne dismount their horses, tying them up to a couple of nearby trees. Y/N stares at them as they do so, eyes following their movements. “Lady Brienne,” they say, nodding their head. “Podrick,” they add, suddenly stone cold and straight faced.

He doesn’t reply, instead taking a seat across from them by the fire.

After an hour or so, Carac speaks up. “I’m getting tired. Y/N, Podrick, make up our tents, won’t you?”

The two nod, getting up to do as he says.

They walk a short ways away from the fire, making sure they’re within eyesight but far enough away that they’re hidden if anyone sees the fire from afar and comes to attack them. Now that night’s fallen, it’s too cold to be without fire, regardless of the dangers. Pod and Y/N work silently, a wordless agreement that despite their dislike for each other, putting the tents up together is much faster than doing it alone. They put the first two up effortlessly, but when it comes to the third, things all come crashing down--literally.

Pod pulls a piece of fabric from the pile at the same time as Y/N, who then attempts to take it away from him. He pulls it back towards himself and Y/N does the same, resulting in a competition tug-of-war. After a moment, they hear the sound of the fabric tearing, and sure enough, the cover is ripped in half.

“You ripped the tent,” Y/N shouts, angry and nervous at the same time. “And now I’m going to have to answer for it.”

“That’s because it’s your fault,” Pod retorts. “You pulled too hard on the cloth, not me.”

Y/N scoffs. “Are you joking? You’re the one who pulled too hard. And I don’t appreciate--”

Pod speaks up, interrupting. “Now, that is not true, and I don’t appreciate--”

Before long, the two are in a brawl, shouting over one another and shooting daggers with their eyes.

“What’s going on here?” Brienne says as she and Ser Carac approach the pair.

“Your squire ripped the tent,” Y/N and Pod say to Brienne and Carac at the same time. They glare at each other at the realization.

“We’ve lost a tent?” Brianne asks rhetorically. “Well, I’m not sleeping on the ground. Are you, Ser Carac?”

He shakes his head. “I am not.”

“Well, then. That settles it.”

“I’m not sleeping on the bare ground,” Y/N says, turning to Pod and crossing their arms. “Be a good squire, will you?”

“Absolutely not,” Pod laughs. “You’re the one who ripped the tent, you should be sleeping on the ground.”

“You can’t be serious, I--”

“Both of you, sleep in the tent,” Ser Carac interrupts. “Or you can both sleep on the ground.”

At the sight of their faces, Brienne smirks. “And we don’t want to hear another word from either of you about it. That’s an order, Podrick.”

“You too, Y/N,” Ser Carac adds. With that, the two disappear into their tents.

“Since when did those two get along?” Y/N mumbles, staring after them, while Pod starts gathering the leftover materials for the last tent. He gets a fair bit through before catching Y/N’s attention.

“What are you doing?” They whisper to him, careful not to get the attention of either Brienne or Carac.

“What does it look like? I’m making up the tent.”

Y/N shrugs. “Have fun. I’m sleeping out here.”

“No, you’re not. You heard them, Y/N. Either we both sleep out here or we both sleep in there. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather a roof over my head, however thin.”

“I don’t care what orders we have, Podrick. I’m not sharing a tent with you, and I’d rather lose my hand like Jaime Lannister than sleep next to you out here.”

“Lucky for you, that can be arranged,” Pod grumbles. “Now, I’m serious Y/N. Come on. I’m not getting in trouble because you’ve decided to be a spoiled princess about this.”

“A princess? Me? Please. If anyone here’s acting that way, it’s you. Why does it matter where I sleep?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“No.”

Pod rolls his eyes before continuing. “We’ve been given orders, Y/N.” He grabs their arm and tries to pull them toward the tent. “Come on.”

Y/N pulls back. “No.”

“Y/N, please, I won’t do this all night--”

He pulls harder, but Y/N loses their footing and falls onto him, toppling into the tent.

For a minute Y/N is frozen on top of him, shocked at the quick change in position from standing up to laying down. They feel the warmth of his breath on their face, and his eyes flicker quickly to their mouth before meeting their eyes again.

“All right, Princess,” he says, slowly rolling Y/N off of him. “Off you go.”

“What did I tell you about that nickname?” They reply, exasperated.

“When are you going to realize that it doesn’t matter to me what you tell me?” He cocks an eyebrow. “You might think you’re royalty, but you aren’t. You’re a squire, just like me.”

“Believe me, I’m nothing like you.”

“Thank the gods. Now, go to sleep, will you? I’m tired.”

* * *

Pod is still awake a while later, though he’s not sure how much time has passed. Y/N shakes and stirs, clearly attempting to not make a sound. They are unsuccessful.

“You’re keeping me up,” Pod says monotonously. “Go to bed.”

“I’m cold,” they say, and Pod hears them turning to the other direction. The two are facing outward, away from each other, about a foot apart. There isn’t much space for anything more than that, since the tent is so small. The temperature has dropped drastically in the night, and although Pod has a coat, he can still feel a chill in the air.

“Aren’t you from the North?” Pod asks.

“So? I’ve not a coat, Podrick. A wolf would be cold in this weather.”

“Well, I’m not giving you my furs,” he grunts. “Then I’ll be cold.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“Good.”

Y/N continues to toss and turn, not caring whether or not they keep Pod awake. Why must they make him suffer just because they are?

After a moment Pod lets out an irritated sigh, and shuffles over. At the feeling of his body behind theirs, Y/N stiffens.

“What are you doing?” They ask him.

“Getting you warm. I need sleep, Y/N, and I won’t very well get that with you moving around every ten seconds. Now, come on, move closer.”

They wait a moment, he assumes in order to process his words. He’s not gotten along with Y/N since their meeting the day before, and he knows they’d rather not give in to anything he says or asks, but at this point he also knows they’re too tired and cold to care. They scoot backwards a half an inch, seemingly satisfied with the positioning as Pod wraps an arm around them. He tries to keep his face away from theirs, but eventually gives up and rests it in the crook of their neck.

“This means nothing,” Y/N asserts, stating matter-of-factly.

Pod doesn’t buy it, though. He feels their heart beating and their breath evening, giving away the comfort and ease they feel in the position you two are in. “Whatever you say, Princess.”

“I hate that nickname. And I really hate you.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.”

#podrick payne #podrick payne x reader #pod x reader #game of thrones #got

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stanfordprepped · 7 months

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Why I Haven't Been On Sam.

I think it's time to address the elephant in the room: why being on Sam has been so difficult. And not just a few minute details. But an actual explanation since so many of you have been so kind and have followed me for so long. I am hoping to get back on him at some point. When I feel ready. I will be placing the reasons below the cut as triggering topics are inbound. Just in case anyone who knew what the reason was and or/have been involved in that whole horrible mess...Don't worry. I won't be mentioning anything to do with you. I won't be naming names. I won't be saying a word about all that. I want to protect your peace and privacy. I always will. That said, reasons below the cut :

Through my Sam Winchester blog, I met another roleplayer. I will not be mentioning their name either because what good will that do when 1) they are gone, and 2) I am never going to stoop to their levels. This roleplayer started out very sweet and kind. Our characters had a wonderful connection. They started reaching out to other roleplayers I was close to, as well as me. We all liked them and trusted them dearly. Eventually, a relationship was formed between myself and this roleplayer. They became a part of my friend group. We all even thought of each other as family. But slowly, things started to change. That person became more vindictive, hateful, and rude when things did not go their way. They would even try to rope me in via guilting if I did not help or trying to make me feel like they were being mistreated so I'd say something. I didn't realize what they were doing at first. That they were manipulating me into doing what they wanted. Time went on and it started becoming far more frequent. They started lashing out at everyone and if I wasn't on their side then it turned on me. Eventually, we all parted ways. Thank god. Because those people were smart for getting out. And I'm so very glad that they did and that they are all safe. The deeper things got, the more info this person had on me. Hell, we'd even met and spent four days together at one point. They met my child. They'd been to my house. Even when I started seeing the horrible way they were acting, I was too scared to leave. I could only use their aesthetics they made for me. I had to respond to them first on everything. I had to answer discord rps daily or they got angry. There were so many horrible fights. So many horrible things said to me. I had never felt so low. I couldn't do anything right. i was always upsetting them. I spent a lot of days crying. or pushing myself to write on Sam. Eventually, I snapped and got the hell out of there. Ever since, it's been hard to write here. It's hard to look at Sam the same way. And since that person wrote Dean for a short spell, it's kinda hard to look at Dean too. I just have an awful taste in my mouth. I'm still healing...I'm sorry everyone. for taking so long. I am still so messed up. I feel the need to apologize for anything and everything. I am constantly defensive. I am still anxious.]]

#&& what kind of house doesn't have salt? [ooc]#&& tw: abuse mention #&& tw: heavy topics.

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Pool Girl part 11

RPF

Warnings: SMUT, Language, Rude Friends

Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader, Mason (OMC), Donavan (OMC)

Pairings: Timothee x Reader

Word Count: 3,128

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She felt a tickle on the back of her neck as she slightly woke up with the sun in her eyes. Scrunching her face she buried her face into the pillow. The bed dipped a little and a breeze of cold hit her back followed by the blanket getting tucked in behind her. The warmth was different, but she still welcomed it.

Timothee made his way downstairs with a smile on his face. He had a skip in his step as he made coffee. It was a little after ten that morning when he heard the buzz at his gate. He went to the office and looked at the camera at the front gate of his house. He smiled seeing his friends, Mason and Donavan.

He buzzed them in and opened the front door for them. “Tim!” Donavan greeted. “What are you doing?”

“What are the two of you even doing out of bed at ten am?” Timothee greeted them both with a handshake and a hug.

“We were thinking of a mini road trip.” Mason told him, grabbing an apple from the counter. “Going to the music festival! Gonna go meet some lovely ladies!”

“Shh!” Timothe hushed them with a laugh. “As fun as a music festival sounds, I’ll pass.”

“Why?” Mason questioned. “What do you have going on that's better than partying in the desert?”

“Oh ho!” Donavan shouted, picking up the woman’s backpack with clothes from the ground. “Someone was busy last night.” He picks up the tank top from the bag.

“Give me that!” Timothee yanks the bag and top from his friends hands, shoving the shirt back in.

“Timmy,” Mason said in a hushed tone. “You got a girl upstairs?”

“No- I- yes, but-”

“Oh Shit!” Donavan smiled. “Pool girl finally put out?”

“Okay, one her name is Y/N, not pool girl. And no she did not put out. She just spent the night.”

“What do you mean?” Mason asked with curiosity.

“Meaning she came over, we ate, watched TV and went to bed.”

“So, wait, you’re telling me that after all the dates and hanging out she didn’t spread her legs for you, yet?” Mason added.

“Watch it!” Timothee snaps. “Watch how you talk about her. That’s my girlfriend you're talking about and you’re gonna respect her.”

“Girlfriend? Timmy-” Mason started but Timothee cut him off.

“Yes, girlfriend. Now get lost before you wake her up and be a little more respectful or don’t bother.”

“Geez, Tim, she’s got you whipped.” Donavan laughed as he and Mason walked out the front door.

He shut the door behind them and turned back into the kitchen. As he rounded the corner he saw Y/N sitting on the stairs.

“How long have you been there?”

“Girlfriend, huh?” She stands, walking over to him.

“I was hoping so.” He smiled for a moment before his smile faded. “I’m sorry about my friends. They are a little-”

“It’s okay. I know how guys are.” She places her arms around his neck.

“I’m not like that, I swear.” He defends, his hand resting on her waist.

“I know.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Like heaven. You have the softest bed in the world. You were so warm.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I have to head to work.”

“What?! It’s Saturday!”

“I know. I have four pools to go take care of.”

“Okay, well, can I take you to dinner tonight?”

“As in?”

“As in, there is a nice restaurant that just opened downtown and before you say no-” He says quickly, seeing her ready to respond. “I want to take you out, my way, at least once. It won’t be this big public thing. Just a nice dinner, maybe drinks after.” He watched her face, trying to gather her response. “We will go in privately. I’ll call ahead. No paparazzi.”

“I-” She paused then scrunched her face. “What do I have to wear?”

He smiled, almost jumping in excitement. “A nice little cocktail dress.”

“Okay.” She smiled at his smile. “Fine.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.” He grabbed a pen and paper from the counter. “Write down your address.”

She giggled at his excitement as she wrote down her address for him. She was surprised, he wasn’t this spoiled little brat that she expected. He was sweet and kind. Observant and attentive. She wondered how much that would change once they were in his environment instead of the relaxed atmosphere she had been insisting on.

“Okay, as much as I would love to stay in your shirt all day, lounging on your cloud couch, I have to go get dressed.” She grabbed her bag.

Timothee couldn't resist, he smacked her rear as she walked away, gaining a giggle from her.

When she went back down Timothee had a cup of coffee in a to-go cup waiting for her. “I think I got it right from the few times we drank coffee together.” He held it out for her.

“You didn’t have to-”

“Just take it.” He smirked, kissing her cheek.

She sipped from the cup. “Close enough.” She sipped again. “You are very touchy. I never expected that.”

“Well, get used to it.” He told her, pushing a stray hay behind her ear. “I’ll see you tonight.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips before she grabbed her bag and walked out the backdoor. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he watched her walk to the gate.

That evening when she got home she immediately took a shower. She scrubbed, exfoliated, shaved, washed, lucked, the whole nine yards. It had been so long since she went out on a date to a fancy restaurant. She had her reasons, but Timothee seemed so different. She decided she was gonna let him take her out and see what happens.

She dug out her nicest dress. It was a black mid thigh dress with a sheer layer over the top. The neckline dipped, showing off her cleavage. One of the things she liked about the dress. She took her time and did her make up with eyeliner and pulled her hair up in a fancy updo. SHe was just finishing the final touches when she heard the knock on her door.

7:02 pm. Punctual.

Giving a quick once over in her mirror, she headed to the door. As soon as she opened the door all she saw was Timothee gawking as soon as he laid eyes on her. “What?” She was suddenly extremely self conscious. “What’s wrong?”

“Not a damn thing.” He breathed out with a smile. “You look amazing.”

“Oh. Thank you.” She smiled.

“You always look good, so.” She smirked walking out of her apartment, locking the door.

“I’ll look even better with you on my arm.” He says slyly as he holds out his elbow.

She slides her hand in and he leads her to his waiting car. He opens the door for her. Looking around, his car is sleek and clean. He gets in and smiles at her, Y/N can’t help the smirk over her lips.

He was so polite and kind to everyone he came in contact with at the restaurant. They were seated in a private area. It was quiet and dimly lit.

“Why do you keep staring at me like that?” She asked as Timothee looked over at her with sparkling green eyes.

“Because you are absolutely gorgeous.” He reached across the table, taking her hand. “I’ve been wanting to tell you that since the moment I saw you in my backyard. But you thought I was fourteen.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “In my defense, you were even dressed like a teenage boy.”

“I admit that I do from time to time.”

“And then you dress like you are tonight. Black slacks and a white button down, all high brands I’m sure. With shoes that probably cost more that four months rent at my place.” She played with his fingers as their hands stayed together on the table. “Looking like you just came from a photo shoot.”

“What’s your deal with fancy labels and rich people?” Timothee asks genuinely. She shakes her head with her bottom lip pushed out slightly as if it was no big thing. “Tell me.”

“That’s a conversation for another time.” She looks up at him. “But for now, I want to know how to pronounce some of these names in this menu.” She lets out a laugh.

“A lot of it is pretty basic stuff, just with fancy names so they can over charge for it.” Timothee chuckled.

He helped her with the menu and ordered a bottle of wine he refused to tell her the price of but she savored every sip. It was small talk while they stared deeply into one another's eyes. Little touches that lingered on one another’s skin.

Timothee slyly paid for the dinner, not letting her have a peep at the check. “Ready?” He asked, holding out his hand.

“Yes.” She took his hand and walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. “So, what now?”

“Well, you said you like art. I was thinking about a private museum tour?”

“Really? How can you pull that off?”

“I can’t give you an answer that won’t make you roll your eyes.” He smirks. “But what do you say?”

“I say, yes.”

They spent the next few hours going slowly through the museum. She asked questions and he answered and vice versa. They took their time, and didn't care about anyone or anything else.

Back in his car they drove back from downtown. “Would I be overstepping if I asked you to come over for a drink?” He glanced over at her.

“Not at all.” She could feel her stomach flipping inside of her.

At his house he helped her out of the car and opened the door for her, letting her into his house. “Look at that, I get to use the front door.” She commented with a smirk.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “What are you in the mood for?”

“What you got?” She asked, hoisting herself up on his counter.

“Beer, wine, whiskey,” He names as he walks up to her, taking her heel in his hand. “I think I still have some of that bourbon you like.” He pulls her heel off and drops it to the floor. “Or if you want a quick buzz, I have vodka in the freezer.” He pulls her other heel and drops it to the floor.

“Let’s stick with wine. Red. Simple and satisfying.”

“I’ll be right back.”

She hops off the counter and makes her way to the living room. Looking around more than she normally does. Actually taking time to pick up and examine his knick knacks and pictures.

“I stole that ring from set after filming.” He said, walking into the room with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, barefoot.

“I see you kicked off the shoes, too. Even expensive shoes are pinchy.” She smirked.

“Yes.” He led her to the couch.

“Which set did you steal it from?”

“Little women.”

“Is that the same one Jo gave to your character?”

“So you have seen one of my movies!” He smiles, pouring her wine and handing her the glass.

“I’ve seen a few, actually. I just didn’t put two and two together when we first met. Took a while.”

“And how long was a while?”

“Right before our first date.” She admitted with blush rising in her cheeks.

“Oh really?”

“I was curious as to what else I’ve seen you in. SO I’ll admit, I went on IMBD.” She confessed and he laughed.

“And what did you find?”

“I’ve seen a few of your movies. I saw Meet The Coopers years ago. I’ll confess, I thought you were cute then.”

“And now?” He placed his hand on her cheek, pulling her closer.

“So unbelievably sexy.” She told him as she leaned into the kiss.

He was gentle as his tongue entered her mouth, careful as he nipped her bottom lip. Every Time he kissed her like this she couldn’t breathe. Her every sense was heightened. Her hands slid behind his neck, tangling into his long curls. His hand was resting on her thigh as it slowly inched its way up her leg. He paused as his fingers dipped beneath her dress. She could tell he was hesitant, trying to be respectful. His fingertips dug into her flesh is his tongue caressed hers.

They were a tangled mess of groping and panting when she finally pulled away. “Hold on.” She breathed out, taking a breath. “My whole body is flushed.” She giggled.

Timothee pushed her hair from her face. “I have an idea. Only if you want.”

“What’s that?”

“Maybe, we could take this upstairs.” He tells her, focused on their entwined fingers. “In the bedroom.”

“Okay.”

His eyes darted to hers. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

Timothee stood, holding out his hand. She placed her hand in his and he led her up the stairs and into the bedroom. He shut the door behind him and looked back at her.

“You sure about this?”

She nodded her head as she walked over to him, sliding her hand behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Her hands dragging down his torso. She could feel him flex with anticipation beneath the thin fabric.

Timothee let his lips lead him from her lipid to her neck and shoulders. His fingers found the zipper on the back of her dress. Dragging it down she feels the dress give away and start to fall down her arms. Letting go of Timothee for a moment she lets the dress fall down her body. Timothee automatically grows harder at the sight of her in her bra and panties. He brings his lips back to hers moving down her neck again finding sensitive spots on his way to her chest.

She giggles as his curls fall, tickling her skin. He looks up at her with a smile. Leaning in, she kisses his neck. All smiles fade as he swallows hard, the feeling sending goosebumps across Timothee’s skin. Unbuttoning his shirt she kisses down his chest and stomach. She pushes his shirt down his arms, letting it fall to the floor next to her dress.

Her legs hit the bed, he leans over her, lowering down to the mattress. With a knee between her legs he pushes her up on the bed gently. His hands gripping her ass, face buried in her neck and hair. The only sound is her pulling his pants open and pushing them down his waist. The clinking of his belt as it hits the floor.

She dips her thumbs into his boxers, ready to pull them down. “Wait, wait!” Timothee pulls away.

“What?!”

He reaches to the side and pulls open his night stand. “Don’t want to forget this.” He tosses a condom on the bed next to them.

“Such a gentleman.” She smiles, pulling him down back on top of her.

Sliding his hand beneath her he unclasped her bra, his face kissing down to her chest. Pulling the fabric away he instantly wraps his lips around a taut nipple, making her arch into him. Her core was soaked at the point, Begging for him. She could feel his length pushing against his underwear, the thickness of him obvious.

She gives his ass a squeeze over his boxers making him laugh around her opposite breast, his tongue busy swirling around, making her nipple even harder. Pushing his boxers below his ass he reaches a hand, helping her rid him of his final article of clothing. He slips and falls next to her with a laugh. She takes the opportunity to straddle him. His thick cock pressing against her belly as she licks into his mouth.

Grabbing the condom from beside them she rips it open with her teeth and slides it on to his erection. The gentle feeling of her fingers caressing down his cock makes him shudder. He wraps his arms around her waist and guides her over him, his other hand lining himself up at her opening. She slides down slowly, giving herself time not just to adjust to his considerable size but to enjoy the stretch of him inch by inch.

When she started moving her hips, Timothee came awfully close to sounding like a teenage boy again. Muffling his high pitched pleasured whines in her shoulder, her hair, anywhere he could bury his face. Hot, wet, tightness encased his cock and he all but cried out in pleasure. She looked down at him as she rode him, his head tossed back as he sat there, his fingers digging into her back. She ran her thumb over his lips as he smirked up at her.

He gripped her hard and flipped her onto her back, never leaving her passage. He began thrusting. Not too hard but just enough that her body jerked slightly with each movement. Now it was her turn to whimper pathetically as he had his way with her.

He hovered over her, hair grazing her face. “I’m- I’m close, Timmy.” She whispered out.

He backed away and slipped out of her, turning her over to her stomach. She stood on all fours as Timothee re entered her roughly. She let out a moan and he started pounding into her from behind. The sound of skin slapping skin, panting, her hands dug into the sheets as her roses curled. She cursed, saying his name over and over, drenching his cock with her juices.

Suddenly, Timothee pulled out, ripped the condom off and jerked himself a few short times and he was spilling himself all over her lower back with a grunt.

He leans over her, not caring that his stomach is pressed against his own cum that's now smeared across her back. He kissed her neck, gently pushed her hair from her face. He falls next to her, both still panting.

He reached, grabbing a shirt from the floor. “Hold still.” He tells her as he wiped her back clean.

“You made a mess.” She tells him as he then wipes his stomach.

“I couldn’t help it. I have watched you in that damn see through shirt and you back is just so sexy-”

“Oh, is it?” She laughs, leaning in, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He pulled her into his arms. “That was so fucking amazing!”

“It was definitely worth the build up.”

“But now,” He leaned into her neck. “It’s definitely a must have.” He tells her, rolling her over onto her back, kissing her again.

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #timothée #timothee #chalamet #rpf #Reader Insert #Reader #Pool Girl #part 11 #11 #fanfiction

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split-spectrum · 10 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @thegreatwicked :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Three

2. What's your total A03 word count? Just over 65K

3. What fandoms do you write for? Just Star Wars, right now.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I only have 3 total fics 😅 but I'll list them in order of kudos:

Water and Rock - Obi Wan x Reader, slow burn with smut

Four Hours - Din Djarin x Reader, basically a one-off but in two chapters, porn with minimal plot

Pretty Young Thing - Obi Wan x Reader, one-off, porn with almost no plot

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! I really appreciate people taking the time to comment, so I certainly want to let them know 💜

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? In the Star Wars fandom, I don't have any multi-chapters with endings, so I'll say Water and Rock since it contains the most angst lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Pretty Young Thing is just shameless wish fulfillment on my part lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics? This is so funny and I'm glad I get a chance to answer it - yes! I've written for several fandoms in the past and had mild criticism, and a long time ago there was actually ~drama within the same realm as my work, but not directed at me. However! I very nearly stopped posting after only two chapters in the Star Wars fandom because I immediately got an incredibly rude DM right off the bat. Honestly, it stung to the point I wasn't interested in sharing more. But after that, I received so many other kind comments it really turned things around and made me want to continue. I'm so grateful for all the sweet messages and comments you guys send. It makes it fun to share, which of course is what fanfic is all about :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Absolutely, yes. I write F/M currently although in the past I've also written M/M. I just don't feel as comfortable or good at it. I like vanilla stuff for the most part with some kinks, but I'm not really into BDSM or anything that includes violence beyond mild things.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I have, but not for Star Wars. In a past fandom, I wrote a crossover for Futurama that was very fun. Nothing smutty, just for laughs.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware. One of the funniest crimes, though, if you ask me. Not to anyone who's had a stolen fic. That must feel awful. But for the person stealing someone else's work and taking credit? What on earth could you be trying to accomplish with that?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah, I had a 30-something chapter AU once upon a time that was completely translated into Russian. I didn't even find out until a few years later that it was on a Russian website with like a devoted readership and the translator giving author's notes on what they felt I was trying to convey in certain chapters. It was overwhelmingly flattering, but also strange that the translator never tried to reach out to even speak to me about it lol. Still, an amazing feeling, that someone enjoyed my writing enough to translate it for others. Gets me choked up 🥲

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, I was once a part of a 4-person google doc collab for a fic and it was unbelievably fun.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? All TIME? That is a tall order. I have to cheat and give multiple answers, I'm so sorry. I think it was @pickleprickle who mentioned Diana×Worf from Star Trek TNG and I absolutely love them.

Ben and Leslie from Parks & Rec.

A niche mention, but: Aloy and Kotallo from Horizon Zero Dawn (the videogame). I am OBSESSED with their dynamic and clawing, gnashing, biting, etc that it's not canon.

And since I just finished the Chiss Ascendancy Trilogy: Thalias and Samakro girlies please rise up, I am so in love with them 😭

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Speaking of Thrawn... still have a fic with him on the back burner, and I don't ever know that it will get posted.

I also have a smutty Obi Wan one-off that was started ages ago, like 4-5 months ago or something and I'm about 50% sure it won't get finished but I really really want to. I keep coming back to it but never finishing which is VERY ironic considering it's... uh... it's edging.

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel like my answer to this could change based on the time of day lol but I will say I feel strongest when writing dialogue and I've had the most compliments regarding characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Oh, where to begin? 😄 I definitely suffer from the classic overuse of commas. My setting descriptions leave a lot to be desired, and I really wish I made more use of similes. I once had my work described as "clinical" regarding an interaction between two characters. I like to think I've learned and grown since then, but I still find myself jealous of people who are skilled with real, fleshed out, poetic descriptions.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? All depends on the writer. I know people who are amazing at it, and it comes off as natural. Myself? Not so much. And I wouldn't care to attempt it, tbh.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Listen... it was a long time ago...

Inuyasha 🧍

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? My all-time favorite is from an old fandom I don't particularly like to engage with anymore, and it's sadly no longer posted for that reason. I will say my current favorite fic is Water and Rock and I can't wait to post the next update. :)

No pressure tags! @cosmicsierra @djarins-cyare @grapenehifics @firstofficerwiggles @spicemaidenfic @eveningserenityyy

#obi wan x reader #star wars #obi wan kenobi #din djarin × reader #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #personal

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shark-myths · 10 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for the tag ((and drag)) @carbonbased000! this was very fun and thoughtful to do.

who is writing things right now? i never remember. i will tag a wide and perhaps not terribly relevant range of: @toorational @just-about-nothing @27-royal-teas @leyley09 @alienfuckeronmain @stereostatic @setting-in-a-honeymoon and anyone else so inclined!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

968,103, but as i’ve said before, i have orphaned a lotta fic as well

3. What fandoms do you write for?

pretty much just Fall Out Boy, but i will occasionally dabble in something random! this includes tony stark femslash (not sorry, will not apologize), cobra kai, and anything about girls or characters who could compellingly be made into girls.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Difference Between Real Love and the Love on TV

Stranger Danger

Boys Next Door / Assholes

From Russia With Love (this is one of those random sidesteps, a MCU femslash epistolary)

Jet Black Crow

(As an aside, it is so wild to me that older fics have so many more kudos than newer ones—you can really tell that fob went 5 years between albums! imo this is NOT a list of my best fic.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

for years, I responded to every single one! then at some point i fell behind because of my high standards for trying to put the same thought and effort into my responses as all you lovely people put into the comments, then i became overwhelmed, then i stopped. I AM SO SORRY IF I OWE YOU RETURN COMMENTS, i read them and i treasured them and you are a huge part of the reason i keep writing. love u all!!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I only write happy endings, man! I stopped writing tragedies a long time ago. My angstiest fics are red and unafraid of living and In Every Universe. the end of Made One Way (Cobra Kai) is ambiguous and potentially brutal, depending on how you take it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

um, every single other one! I’m a big fan of the gory fairy tale ending of The Boys Time Can’t Capture, and transmuting the hiatus into an act of mutual care and love in Sell Out Girl meant so much to me.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not since my first fandom and god, don’t

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes, a bit, could probably write a little less about feelings and a little more about feelings if u know what i mean. I’m super into sex as a person so i almost never write about intense romantic connections without bringing smut into it somehow; they feel really tightly linked for me, and i think i also crave media with HOT and INTIMATE connections between queer people. In terms of kind, i guess i’d have to say it’s largely rushed vanilla emotion-and-orgasm driven scenes. not a very flattering oeuvre i've created here.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

mash-ups are my favorite thing to do! I especially like ripping off movie and fairy tale plots and making them stranger, or else taking a really specific constrained timeline from someone’s life or a piece of media and transforming it somehow. best sandbox ever. my craziest one is probably the coyote ugly / beauty in the beast peterick fic, Wolves Dressed As Wolves. and i love this type of transformation in everything, whether it's the weirdo gender shit i just learned duchamp was doing or katherine addison's destructively beautiful 'sherlock holmes except there're ANGELS' novel or the buenos aires re-imagining version of vivaldi's four seasons by piazzolla, my life and taste keeps taking me into the various ways we fold and refract and remake the same experiences over and over again through different lenses or angles or selves. to quote some author whose identity i forgot years ago, though the quote remains: "there are no new stories." all art is iterative, and the most interesting thing we can do as creators is deviate in new, unexpected ways.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yeah, a million years ago on deviantart

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! I have had a few translations and a podfic. I love it when people want to interact with my stories in their own way, all interpretations are welcome.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

one day i hope to be domesticated enough that @carbonbased000 can write with me. I used to co-write by passing the laptop back and forth with my bestie in high school; we wrote self-insert x-men fanfiction based on the comic books in like 2004 and it was an absolute blast; but generally i am considered impossible to work with, by both myself and others.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i feel completely unqualified to answer this question. i have been driven insane by any number of pairings in my life. when i was younger, i was more interested in internalized homophobia themes in ships, because that's where WE were culturally in the early 2000s and where i was in relationship to myself, and i think each change and growth and greater empowerment and self-possession in my own life is mirrored in what i am interested in. i feel the most drawn in by dynamics between people that are creative and give me a new way to access and explore interesting ideas and themes; i’m a real sucker for shared art products and touring bands as unique and agonizing ways to connect people. there are so many different ways to express that someone is your soulmate and you'll never convince me throwing away all trappings of a traditional life in order to rove the earth and make art with your friends isn't one of them.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

do you not just block out your WIPs from your mind so that you can live in moment-to-moment freedom?? I am a finisher in general, i have a few peterick drafts lurking around in my gdocs but if they remain untouched, it’s generally because there are only a couple thousand words to them and i’m not very excited about the possibilities of the fic. there is a sequel to a meticulously historically accurate pirate fic i wrote long ago called Providence, i got to about 30k and then lost all of my extremely painstaking notes and research in a software update. I’m still very interested in and excited by the idea, but i lost the notes and felt too traumatized to continue with the project genuinely a decade ago, so the idea that i will return and finish the fic seems fairly unlikely. Providence is one of my greatest pieces of writing ever, though, so hope springs eternal, i guess!

16. What are your writing strengths?

lyrical prose and conveying humor via unusual sentence construction. i was recently told i write arguments well and feel tough as a result, like, watch out! you don’t want to fight me!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i am lazy and easily distractible, i don’t plot in advance, i barely edit because i get really rigid and have trouble seeing any other way to say something than how i’ve already said it, i have an unwillingness to delete and rewrite even when that’s the only way forward (see: my eternally 90% finished age swap peterick au), i use up all my emotional energy elsewhere and then neglect my craft for weeks at a time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

sometimes i’ll use pet names in another language if it makes sense for the character, but i avoid this in general as i’m not fluent in anything other than english. I would, have, and do sound like a duolingo lesson.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

afi bandom, when we used to call it slash, when i thought i had invented it with my friend at summer camp, when i was 13 and sent her kidfic stories i wrote out by hand in pink envelopes.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

genuinely i almost always write things i personally want to read, so i love them all! except the fucking fixed stars of heaven, everyone knows that fic tortured me to within an inch of my sanity. My most personal and personally meaningful fic is Girl Out Boy. i have a tattoo of it on my arm.

#writing #fic #tags #about me #a humble shark #thank you so much love #this was so fun

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wherestoriescomefrom · 2 years

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if you had to introduce yourself through four books, what books would be they be? tagged by @metamatar thank u so much and i am v sorry for taking so long with responding to this <3

i am paralized by choices fr, but i think what rhu said in their post was also true that books you read when you're a teenager stick the longest. unfortunately for me one of the major ones was harry potter from which i have relentlessly disassociated over time so now that feels like no way to introduce myself. anyway

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. look i know it's not even my favourite (yeah, shockingly, my favourite is Mansfield Park) one amongst all of the books she wrote, but this was the first one i read, the first one i thought of when i thought ✨romance✨. i shudder to call it enemies to lovers also because the dynamic is so unique and the subject of every author's envy since miss austen dropped this beat in 1813. also you guys have no idea how much of my personality is inspired by this one, i have simply invented myself through the yearning and love that austen put in me. i wrote my master's thesis on emma.

Uprooted by Naomi Novik. this book saved my life during my master's. i had just gone through three years of undergraduate, and anyone who has studied literature will tell you that studying literature kind of sucks the life out of it. to discover it again takes something, and naomi novik entered my life, looked me in the eye, and said, "you're gonna fuckin love this. enemies to lovers, beauty and the beast, language based magic system, everything you love." and i fuckin fell for it, i was changed dramatically, i read all of the new age fantasy fiction of the fantasy renaissance. as u can see im just a romance gal.

Milk Teeth by Amrita Mahale. i hesitate to put this because i only read it this year, but since it's been living rent free in my mind since, i suppose we will just have say it's one of Those Ones. im not even sure if this one is as well written as it could have been but there were so many moments that made me feel like the author was crawling into my own skin, so, you know. the protagonist of the story was so interesting, the premise was so interesting, the dilemma and the political decision was so well framed,,,,, it is simply living in my mind since then.

The House that BJ Built by Anuja Chauhan. its basic and i know everyone's favourite is Those Pricey Thakur Girls but this one also happened to me and it just ushered in new kinds of reading for me. i know this is an unpopular opinion but loving delhi is such a central part of me that it just feels good to read about someone who falls in love in this city. also the protagonist is my absolute favourite, Bonu has my whole heart. i know she has like problems, i remember @whatdoesthefuturebehold and i had like a chat about it, but i can't help it, it's just my jam,,,,

The Truth by Terry Pratchett. sorry for cheating a little but i love this one so much. it's just got the best of pratchett in it, everything i love. meditations on the social contract, a printing press, fun romps with newspapers and the state of our reading public. plus that standard terry pratchett flair of just. militant decency. i know it makes sense as a standalone, but, holy shit, i'd have loved a sequel. i also struggled so much between putting this or tiffany aching, but i think i covered loving witches in Uprooted so you know, figured i'd throw in my love for print cultures.

shoutout to the Book of Indian Folk Tales of which i cannot remember the author. it's lying in my home in lucknow somewhere, i may post about it later. anyway thats me <3. let me tag @readingthenight @half-past-late @infantisimo and @khlur

#hello void this is ridiculosity #south asian writing #i talk about books for the hundredth time like its a new thing #i love u metamatar for tagging me in all this. during coursework i forget i actually like reading #you know cause i suffer when i have to read more hamlet than should be legally allowed

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hawkeyefrommash · 1 year

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10 and 29 for the fic asks?

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

mmm yes and no? i generally have a good idea of what reception a fic will get, and i also only really write for me and like maybe one other person Sometimes so it doesn't bother me if a fic doesn't get a good reception or something. i was surprised that other people really loved maneuver one into place because i hadn't posted in a long time (i had posted two fics the year before and none for two years prior to that) so i was really reminded that like yeah i know how to write actually. i was also surprised by how quickly responses rolled in to the 911 book club fic I wrote because i'd written 911 before and it hadn't got as much of a response -- even the long fic my friend and i wrote didn't get as much of a response, i think because it was long and also the tags were scary. this one was a crowd pleaser for sure but we got a LOT of comments in the first few hours.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

i have a disease where i think i'm going to post everything i start. i have like four sg1 fics i want to write and two i've started and i am convinced i'll finish them. i did say a few days ago that someone should write a specifically lesbian la'an/jim fic but it won't be me. someone should though! ok after searching in all my little fragments i found something that i both likely won't post and serves as a teaser for a fic my friend and i have discussed doing. it's a 911 fic and originally was a christopher centric outsider pov fic but has changed course slightly, this is basically shannon's conversation with his principal back in s2. i also threw in another scene that is meant to be a little later

alright before the break with the fic stuff: send me questions! :)

It’s obvious by the third question that Shannon Diaz isn’t in her son’s life.

“So – tell me a bit about Christopher,” Principal Amy Summers prompts, and Shannon freezes.

“He’s a great kid,” Shannon responds after a second. “He loves art and drawing, always has. He – well, he –”

Shannon trails off, clearly trying to think of something that doesn’t sound generic, and so Amy takes pity on the other woman. “You and his father are separated, I take it?”

“That obvious?” Shannon asks with a grimace. “Sorry. There isn’t a formal custody arrangement so Eddie didn’t know what to do, but I haven’t been around in… a while. But I trust him if he says this school would be amazing for Christopher, and I hope that us being –” she makes a vague hand motion that Amy takes to mean complicated, “– doesn’t hurt his chances.”

Amy gives her a practiced, reassuring smile. “We have a lot of different types of families at the school. All we care about is if our kids are loved and supported.”

Shannon lets out a shaky breath. “And Christopher is. Eddie told me that everyone at his job love Chris and have been helping out.”

“That’s wonderful to hear.”

Principal Summers isn’t surprised when, after Christopher is accepted and the paperwork comes back, Shannon Diaz is listed after a home care aid on his emergency contacts.

“Hi, this is Christopher Diaz’s father, Eddie.”

The receptionist, Jody, types that into the computer system quickly and finds Christopher’s file. “Hi Eddie, how can I help you?”

“I’m stuck at work and won’t be able to get Christopher at pick up time. Can I add someone as an authorized person?”

“Of course. What’s their name and relationship to Christopher?”

“Buck – Evan Buckley, he’s my partner –” Eddie is cut off by the sound of an alarm blaring in the background. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Do you need anything else?”

“That should be fine, Mr. Diaz. Have a good day.” Eddie barely says goodbye before hanging up and Jody sighs before adding the information to Christopher’s file – Evan Buckley (father’s partner). She’ll have to go by his classroom later and have the teacher add it to the pick up sheet, since those were printed off in the mornings.

#anonymous #answered #ask games

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thetaleoflevi · 2 years

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Hi there can I request a doctor reader where she’s the only one Levi allows to treat him and he’s so soft when it’s just the two of them behind closed doors but they are too stubborn to let themselves give in and love so in their minds, if they don’t talk about it, they’re not crossing any lines

I love this, Anon 🥺 I’ve got you! 💙 Sorry it took so long for me to respond, but I wrote and wrote, and I sincerely hope you like it :)

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Pairing: Levi x doctor!reader (fem.)

Content: NSFW, Fluff, Angst, Canon-verse

Content Warnings: Blood and missing limbs, fatigue, biased Levi, injured soldiers, mentions of failed expeditions, mentions of death, thoughts of running away, needles, stitches, 18+ smut, implied past sexual history with Levi, PIV sex, biting, pet names (sweetheart, angel, a couple more), use of ‘miss’ and ‘sir’, 18+ smut x2

Word Count: 4.4k

⭐️Taglist: @urfilgoth @ackermandick

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“Levi?” Hange knocks loudly. “Levi, are you in there? Let me in!”

“What do you want, Hange?” Levi instantly recognizes the booming voice behind the door, and gets up from his chair, brushing off any evidence that showed he was sleeping. He twists the doorknob and allows the crazed looking person into his room.

“You’re never gonna believe it, I—” they finally take a look at Levi after ten seconds of being let in. He looks more tired than usual. Fatigued would be a better word to describe what he looked like. “Were you sleeping?” Hange looks him up and down, then begins to examine every inch of him from afar.

“Definitely not. Now, are you gonna tell me what i’m never going to believe, or are you leaving?” He crosses his arms, waiting for them to stop walking around him.

“You should get that checked out by a medic,” they say, pointing to a dark spot on the back of his shirt. “I thought you would have noticed it before me, Captain Clean.”

“What are you talking about, four eyes? I would have felt it, and seen it if there was something…there.” He sees the crimson spot on his back, and furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “What the hell?” He’s more upset that his shirt is ruined, but nonetheless, it’s strange that he didn’t feel the wound.

“I would check it out for you, but I have to go check on Bean. That sweet, lovable, giant baby is trainable! You guys will be so impressed when I teach him how to talk!” Their eyes gleam with excitement, a blush noticeable on their cheeks as they go into full detail about the things they’ll teach the giant.

“You’re still obsessing over that thing?” Levi rolls his eyes, his loss of interest visibly expressed.

“Of course I am! He’s so cute! I would pinch his cheeks if I wasn’t put in danger for doing so. Anyways, gotta scram. I left some of the new cadets in charge and they’re so scared of him.” They cackle like the cadets’ fear of the monster was unreasonable.

“Wait. Who’s on duty right now? Which medics?”

“Not too many. Mainly because there aren’t too many injured soldiers. Most of them are there for physicals. I saw Oscar and Lynn, and they didn’t have any patients. You should go to one of them.” They step towards the door, grabbing ahold of the doorknob, stopping when Levi shakes his head.

“I’m fine. I’ll just bandage myself up.” He heads towards some cabinets, searching for gauze.

“You shouldn’t let things like that breathe for too long. Something as minimal as that can hinder you in the future.”

He moves objects around, not seeing the gauze anywhere. “I don’t want to talk to those two. They always ask me stupid questions.” The area between his brows creases when the roll of medical white fabric isn’t where it usually is.

“Gabe is also on duty. He’s one of the best medics in the division. He doesn’t have any patients with him, but I think you should get going right now if you want him to check you out.”

“Why the hell is this area so disorganized?” Levi mutters to himself, disregarding Hange’s recommendation.

“That pretty lady you stare at all the time is there too.”

He stops moving objects around, turning around with a confused expression.

“I’m not blind. I corrected that a while ago,” they chuckle wildly. “I think she has one patient right now. You can see if she’ll take you right after, but i’m not sure if she has a waitlist.”

Levi stops scrambling through the cabinet, shutting the doors in defeat. He’ll have to reorganize the whole thing later.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I observe everyone all the time,” he defends.

“You stop aging when you look at her, and i’m gonna leave it at that because regardless of how much you argue the opposite, i’m right. Bye now!” They pull the door open, closing it for two seconds before peeking in again. “Seriously, though, go see her. You look pale as a ghost.” The door shuts again, leaving Levi in his loneliness like before.

It’s not the conversations with the other medics that bother Levi, it’s their levels of expertise. He knows the medics Hange mentioned before are more than capable of taking care of a simple scratch or a gash, and they can tell him everything that’s wrong with him, but they’re not on your level.

He trusts you solely because he knows you work like you run the place, which you basically do. He’s seen the way you handle the rush of injured soldiers when an expedition has gone horribly. There are hundreds of them, and you treat them all to the best of your ability. You divide your time with every soldier so that each one gets the proper medical care. You want them all to live, and if they aren’t allowed that luxury, you want them to rest easily.

You take control when other medics begin to panic, too overwhelmed by the image of missing limbs and blood drenching the wooden wagons the half awake soldiers are carried off of. You talk to the medics, and remind them of why they are so important—why they are so depended on. It eventually calms them, and they carry on to fulfill their duties. You will never fall apart on them, and Levi respects that of you most of all. He aspires to be that kind of role model for his subordinates.

He sees right through your brave façade, though. The way you struggle to eat, hours after taking care of a soldier who got his leg torn off by an abnormal titan. He sees the bags beneath your eyes, the aftermath of seeing just as much gore in your dreams as in real life. You’ve trained yourself to be professional, to not look away when you see a bone that is supposed to be covered by muscle, tendons, veins, and skin.

Sometimes he wants to sit with you when you’re the only one in the mess hall. He wants to verbally empathize with you, bring the slightest bit of comfort to your discouraged soul, but he gets so nervous. The sight of your face in your palms is a sad one, one he hates seeing, but he isn’t sure if he can fix it, and if he can’t, he would hate to have the knowledge of having tried and failed.

Levi finally pipes up and makes his way to the medical tents. The last name of every medic is labeled on the entrance, so he heads for yours. He hears groaning and a scream that is immediately hushed by a soft voice.

“I’m sorry you’re in pain, but I promise you’ll feel better once i’m done. Two more minutes, please. Be as still as a statue for me, Mr. Ellis,” you say as you stick the needle into the man’s bicep and pull the suture through.

Levi looks through the open part of the tent and searches for you, scanning left to right until he sees you with your hands on a fellow scout. The space between your brows creases due to the amount of concentration you devote to stitching the man’s arm up correctly. You don’t want it to heal incorrectly, so you keep the sutures as straight as possible. The needle goes in one more time, a few bitten back groans leaving the trembling man.

“Good to go, Mr. Ellis,” you say as you snip off the thread attached to the final stitch. “Please, make sure to come back if the stitches come undone, or if you have symptoms that do not seem normal.”

“Symptoms such as?” The man asks, standing from the chair.

“Such as redness or swelling around the area. If the stitches come undone, please return immediately. Otherwise, those are just some symptoms, but if you see that it just doesn’t look right, come back as soon as possible.” You smile politely.

“Thanks, doc.”

You nod, and watch as he makes his way to the exit. He stands near the entrance of the tent and you can see his right elbow bend, so you assume he’s saluting to someone.

“Afternoon, Captain Levi.”

Levi nods wordlessly, moving aside so that the man can get out of there.

“Am I cutting any sort of waitlist?” He asks, entering the tent.

“Well, technically my next patient won’t be here for another thirty minutes. Depending on what you need, I could just say my last patient took more time than I thought he would.”

“Aren’t you an angel,” he sits down in the chair near you.

“I guess you could say that,” you chuckle. “To what do I owe this visit, Captain Levi? Need some charts? Need a massage? Need some stitches?”

He snickers, remembering the adorable look on your face earlier as you poked into the poor man’s skin. “None of the above. I might take up your offer for a massage some other time, though.”

“It’s a once in a lifetime act, so save it for when all your muscles ache,” you grin.

“Will do, miss. So, i’m here to get something checked out. I didn’t even notice it until Hange pointed it out.” He turns his back to you, showing you the blood-stained spot on his back.

“Wow, that’s a lot of blood. Do you mind taking your shirt off so I can take a look at the wound?”

“Not at all. One second.” He pulls his shirt out of his trousers, unbuttoning every button quickly before pulling the shirt off and setting it on his lap. He turns his back to you again, and you can see the damage.

“Yikes, that’s some injury. You might actually need some stitches.” You place a hand on his side to balance yourself as you lean forward to further examine the gash. He jumps a little at the contact, the coldness of your hands contrasting his warm skin. He remembers the last time your hands touched his bare skin. The scene shows up sometimes in the dreams he occasionally has.

“Sorry, just wanted to take a closer look.” His skin is as smooth as ever, regardless of the scars and bruises that litter it. There are more there than the last time you saw him like this. “I’ll have to disinfect it before anything else. We can’t let it get worse. Since it’s such a deep cut, if it gets infected, the infection will spread within your body, and cause some serious damage to the tissue beneath your skin.”

“Do what you must, doctor. I trust you.” He turns to face you again, eyes taking in your appearance. You always look like this, so disheveled and messy. Your hair is in a bun, hair sticking out of the round shape like blades, and your bangs are tucked behind your ears, the strands reappearing beneath your earlobes. The only time you ever looked more beautiful was that night he stayed with you in the tent. You didn’t sleep, and he didn’t sleep.

“I’ll need you to lay on the bed over there. Let me just grab some supplies really quick, and i’ll be right there.”

He follows directions and lays on the bed, on his stomach. You grab some gauze, and your needle and thread, unsure of whether you’ll need to use them.

“Okay, i’m going to sterilize your wound quickly. If it hurts too much, let me know and i’ll give you a minute. I doubt something like this would hurt you though, Mr. Humanity’s Strongest,” you talk to distract him from what you know hurts like hell. “Now, how in the world did you rip yourself open like this?” You ask.

“It’s not as interesting as you may think. It wasn’t during a heroic act or anything like that. I was landing really quickly onto a tree, and I full on slid against a thick branch that stuck out of it. I think that’s when it happened, but I wasn’t focused on the damage at all. I was just trying to make it back here alive.”

You pat the area dry with some cotton pads.

“That’s pretty interesting in my opinion, and I strongly believe that anytime you’re out there beyond the walls, on your expeditions, you’re committing heroic acts because it’s for the good of humanity.”

“That’s an interesting statement coming from the person who brings every one of us back to life when we return. I want you to know, your work doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by anyone. Not by me.”

You feel your face grow warm. The Captain has always been sweet to you, complimenting your courageousness, and asking how you’re feeling once all his soldiers have been mended. It’s…sweet.

“Thank you, Mr. Ackerman.”

You determined the severity of his wound, deeming stitches unnecessary. You’ll just patch it up, and send him back out with some extra gauze and ointment.

“Today is your lucky day.”

He smiles against the cushion. “Why is that, hm?”

“Looks like you don’t need stitches,” you spread some ointment on the wound, patching it up right after.

“Damn, I was really looking forward to getting a needle poked through my skin. Maybe next time.”

You rub the patch, making sure it stays on. “Right? I was really enjoying my time with you. Now I have to take my next patient.”

Levi sits up on the bed, his feet dangling on the edge.

“I’m sure we can find some time to chat later on.” His slate colored eyes peer into yours. They have that mischievous glint to them that had you sweating beneath him last time.

“Or…my patient took more time than I thought he would?”

“You’re bad, sweetheart,” he grins. “We’ll find some time later. Right now, we both have responsibilities,” he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Fine. You better find me later, then.”

“Hello? Doctor, are you in there? Oh, Captain Levi. Good afternoon,” another scout enters the tent.

“I’ll be going now,” Levi says, putting his shirt back on.

“Don’t strain yourself too much out there.” You say, putting away your unused supplies. “I’ll see you later,” you mutter.

He nods, walking towards the exit.

“Doc, I have this really sharp pain in my knee. I think it’s from the time that…” the soldier’s voice trails off as you hold eye contact with the Captain again. It’s not an innocent glance—far from it. It makes your heart race, and your face flushes when he mouths ‘focus’. He finally exits the tent, leaving just you and the patient. The young man had to repeat the entire story again because you weren’t paying attention the first time.

—

The day ended with Levi continuing to train the cadets at his full extent, regardless of you telling him to take it easy. He won’t just stand there and watch the young soldiers-to-be fail continuously. Two, three times is okay, but after the fourth and fifth time of seeing most of them falling like rag dolls, he decides it’s time to show them how it’s supposed to be done.

Afterwards, he spectates the soldiers that have been put into pairs, as they go against each other in hand-to-hand combat practice.

“Firm stance,” he advises to a young man with wobbly knees. The cadet adjusts his stance and prepares to spar with his partner, only to be laid flat on the ground within seconds.

“That wasn’t a very firm stance now, was it?” Levi says, looking down at the cadet who just lays there, groaning from the pain of the impact on his head. “I barely put any force into that kick. Now get up and show me a stable form.”

He spent time with every group, pointing out the flaws in the way they fought, and correcting them. Many of the cadets hated him by the end of the day. They hated him for how rough he was, and how violent he seemed to be, but Levi couldn’t care less about what they thought. He was told to watch over the new kids for the day, and he fulfilled his duty. How was he supposed to know that they were babied up until then?

—

The sky had darkened completely, the stars and the crescent moon now visible in the sky. Levi left his office in search of you, but when he arrived at your tent, you weren’t there. Maybe you were in the mess hall again. He searched there and didn’t see you anywhere. There was one more spot he could think of where you might be. If he doesn’t find you there, he’ll call it a night.

Not finding you will be his sign to stop looking for you all the time. He shouldn’t be spending this much time with you, anyway. You’re busy, he’s busy, and this thing between you guys is giving off the illusion of living the perfect life.

Aha.

“I was looking everywhere for you,” Levi says, sitting on the grass next to you. He can clearly see the piles you made with the grass you ripped out of the ground. “Did the grass piss you off or something?”

You laugh through your nose. “No, it’s a habit of mine.”

“Ripping the dirt’s hair out? That’s a pretty violent habit.”

He notices the blank look on your face, like you’re lost in thought. “What are you thinking about?” He asks, not looking away.

You stare at all the buildings, and appreciate how beautiful the moonlight makes them look. The blue hue giving the city a dream-like appearance.

“Have you ever thought about leaving this place?”

He considers calling you insane, but instead softens the blow to avoid being hated by you as well. “What gives you an idea like that?”

“I don’t know. I would never do it, but sometimes I like to imagine what it would be like to run away from my responsibilities.” You finally turn to look at the man sitting next to you. He’s not wearing the tan jacket he usually wears over his dress shirt, nor does he have his forest green cape with him. For a second, he looks like an ordinary man with no affiliation to the crowd of people who search for the monsters that are waiting outside for them. No title, no wings of freedom. Nothing. He’s just Levi. Nothing but himself.

“That’s an easy way out, don’t you think?”

You nod, flustered by how easily he shut down the things you pictured.

“If I were to ever do it, you know I wouldn’t tell anyone. I’m only telling you this because you understand how I live. You live the exact same way.”

He leans back on his palms, watching the sheer clouds move slowly in the sky.

“You said you would never run away. How did you go from talking about that to planning your escape if you ever were to run away?”

“I would want you by my side, Captain.” Your face shines in the darkness, the pale blue light painting it. “But…” you sigh, a dispirited smile on your face. “That’s one for the next life.”

The wishful look on your face was heartbreaking as you stared at the countless amount of specks littering the sky. Something about the way your eyes gleam, like there’s a dam about to burst, makes Levi’s heart wrench. He’s usually so quick to think of things to say to you, but for once you have him stunned.

“Ah, enough sappiness. Maybe I should head back to my tent.” You uncross your legs and place one hand on the ground to aid you in getting up. Levi sits up and looks up at you.

“I’ll come with you.” He stands from the ground, peering into your shiny orbs.

“Come with me, then.” You walk ahead, turning to look at him with a grin on your face. He knew what he wanted in that moment. To be realistic, it was all he wanted all the time.

—

“This place looks familiar,” he jokes, sitting on the chair.

“Yeah, you’ve probably been in here before. Say, I think you were here just a few hours ago.” You smile tenderly, a sight that makes Levi’s heart go: bum bum bum bum bum bum.

“How’s the gash?” You ask, folding your coat and setting it on the table.

“What gash? I can’t even feel it.”

“That’s good to hear. Want me to take a look at it again? See how it’s doing?” You wash your hands with some extra water you keep in a jug for emergencies.

“Is that just an excuse to get me to undress?” His lips twitch upwards.

“Jesus, Captain. What is it about this tent that turns you on so much?” You chuckle, heading towards the bed.

“It’s not so much the tent, but the treatment I receive in the tent. Speaking of being turned on, I guess we’ll just ignore the fact that you mask your desire to see me naked with your medical procedures.” His right eyebrow quirks mischievously.

“No, no. I can get you to undress regardless of whether it’s a medical examination or not.”

“Prove it.”

“I will. Come closer,” your index finger does a beckoning motion. He takes slow steps towards you, his eyes on yours the entire time. As he approaches you, standing directly in front of you, you grab his hips and pull him against your body. He’s now wedged between your thighs.

“Remember that time you spent the night in here with me?”

“Very vividly.”

“What if I told you I wanted you like that again?” Your hand comes up to his face, your thumb gliding across his bottom lip, before pulling it down and letting it bounce back in place. Levi was not okay after that. You had this look of hunger in your eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to satiate you.

“I’m in no position to deny you of your pleasure, but I think it should be a fair fight,” his hand grabs ahold of your collar, his thumb brushing the smooth fabric until it reaches the pointy edge.

“You think so?”

He nods, staring down at your exposed neck.

“Oh, Captain Levi,” you sigh, unbuttoning the first two buttons of your shirt. You stop there, enjoying the look of pure enamor on Levi’s face. His eyes scan every inch of skin you reveal, chasing the movement of your hands as you further expose your torso. “I didn’t know you had such a weak spot for an ordinary medic like me.”

He inhales, exhaling deeply, his eyes hooded and feline-like as he takes in your attractive features. “You’re anything but ordinary, precious.”

“Mmm,” you hum, satisfied with the feeling of his hands on your waist. “Because the Captain isn’t a dick to me, but instead, dicks me down every now and then?”

You leave him speechless for a few seconds, a rosy tint appearing on his cheeks. He loves it when you talk like this. You secured your win with that statement, because he immediately began unbuckling his belt, and untucking his shirt from his trousers. His shirt is set aside, and his trousers are partially lowered, his underwear lowered enough to release his throbbing length.

“You fucking win. Now, be mature and take accountability for what you’ve done.”

You look down at the erect figure below, fascinated by how flushed the tip is. You haven’t even touched him that much, and he’s already craving more of you.

—

You fucked like wild animals, the bed creaking beneath you as Levi thrusted into your wet heat. He had to cover your mouth because your moans were only getting louder as he continued to screw your brains out.

“Oh! Fuck, fuck! Captain!” You cry out, holding his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Shh… Let’s keep this between me and you, sweetheart.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder, biting it to muffle your moans as you continued withstand the push and pull of his cock inside of you.

“My—agh—favorite…little medic,” he grunts. “I’m gonna come, i’m gonna come!”

“Shh…come for me. Give it to me, sir.” Your hand goes to the back of his head, gently running your fingers through the smooth strands of hair.

His thrusts are quicker and stronger, and he fucks you like you’re a doll. Shuddering, he watches as you throw your head back in ecstasy, high pitched moans held in, resulting in cautious whimpers being expelled.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, pulling out of you. He gasps as he pumps himself until white, hot, spurts of his cum release.

For a while, all that can be heard is panting as you both attempt to catch your breaths. You giggle as you stare at his dazed expression, his mouth hanging slightly open with short puffs of air leaving and entering.

“That was fun,” you say, breaking the silence.

Little did you know that Levi was head over heels for you. He just didn’t know how to let you know, so he played the part of the fuck buddy. Sex with him was exclusive to you, though. You fucking anyone else was none of his concern, but he didn’t want to be this intimate with anyone else but you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, when he doesn’t say anything. He just shakes his head, and gets dressed.

“Um, well, thank you for making my night so passionate,” you say through a giggle.

“Same to you. I should probably go get myself cleaned up.”

“Right. Wouldn’t want anyone to know that our beloved Captain actually gets laid, huh?” You smirk.

He laughs through his nose, a slight lift on the right corner of his lips.

“Goodnight, miss,” he says, only tenderness in his tone. He wonders if he should kiss you. Would that be too intimate? Would it make you uncomfortable? He doesn’t want to think about this right now, so he settles for squeezing your thigh, before heading back into the Scouts headquarters.

You smile like you’re satisfied with that goodbye, but all you really wanted was to feel his lips against yours. It’s all you thought about while he rearranged your insides. When is he going to kiss me? We haven’t kissed once this entire time. Is this the part where he kisses me? Should I kiss him?

You didn’t, though, because much like him, you were also afraid to push the intimacy to a level that created a permanent bond.

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txemrn · 2 years

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While looking for something, your MC finds an envelope filled with photographs of Ethan's exes, some suggestive. How does she respond?

Hey, Anon! Thank you so, so much for including me on this Ask!

I have a short answer and a long answer.

Short: If Ethan were to have something like this, Tatum knows there's an explanation. She knows better than to get angry or jealous. She might give him a hard time, but all in jest. She trusts that idiot.

Long: I've been chomping at the bits to write something different and new, so I hope you don't mind... I wrote a fic about this. 💜

Summary: While searching for tax documents for Ethan's father, Tatum stumbles across a stash of nude photos. Of Ethan's exes. Tatum's reaction will be one that Ethan will never forget.

Rating/Warning: Mature; language; sexually suggestive content (including nudity, alluding to future lemons; creating pornographic media)

Word Count: 1665 (+/-)

AN: Most of these characters are borrowed from our friends at Pixelberry. This fic is also not preread or beta'd. Please excuse my mistakes!

~🖤~

“I’ll see you and our little one in a month, then,” Dr. Tatum Erikson smiles brightly at her last appointment of the day, escorting her to the front entrance to the building. Watching her patient waddle through the glass doors, Tatum finally lets out an exhausted exhale. As per usual, her clinic schedule ran long today, but the OB/GYN knows her clients appreciate her taking the time to talk and discuss their questions and concerns. Besides, of all days to run long, Friday is the perfect day since the clinic closes at noon.

Quickly heading back to her office to finish up some notations, she decides to touch base with Ethan, who took the day off. She empties the pockets of her white coat before shrugging it off and hanging it up on the back of her office door. She steps out of her violet Manolo pumps as she finally crashes into her chair, stretching out her toes as she checks her phone.

4 Missed calls: Ethan

She furrows her eyebrows in concern. Ethan and Tatum don’t interrupt each other at work unless there’s an emergency. Or, of course, the interruption includes a sweet gesture of sustenance, but never phone calls. Typical Ethan, he didn’t leave any voice messages either, but he did send a text about twenty-five minutes ago.

Call me back ASAP.

He answers on the first ring. “Tate, where are you?”

“Um,” she chuckles to herself, “at the clinic. Where am I supposed to be?”

“Damnit,” Ethan mutters under his breath. “I thought you’d be home by now.”

“Is… is everything okay?”

“No,” he scoffs, “not really.” An awkward silence falls between them, Tatum taken aback by the bite in his tone towards her. “Shit, Tate, I’m sorry. It’s not you,” he sighs, “I came up to help Dad with his taxes, and we’re missing some pretty important documents that he needs to fax over to the bank today.”

“I’m assuming the documents are at home?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, guilt in his voice. “Are you busy?”

“Nope,” Tatum wiggles her feet back into her shoes, “I’m heading home now. Where do I look?”

“In my office. In the second file drawer, there’s a file that is labeled ‘Dad’. Call me when you get it, and I’ll tell you what to look for and where to fax it.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Tatum responds, grabbing her work bag. “I’ll call you in thirty.”

Ethan lets out a relief exhale. “Tate…”

“I know,” she grins knowingly.

—---

The moment Tatum walks through the door, she is eagerly greeted with excited whimpers and wet kisses. Tripping over the eighty-pound fur-baby, the physician slings her bag on the entry-way table before giving her four-legged friend some much needed attention.

She squats, taking his fluffy blond head in her arms to scratch behind his ears. “Who’s my big boy?” She repeats the question, her voice becoming more high-pitched like a Disney character. “Have you been a good boy? Huh?” She stands back up, and motions for the dog to follow her. “C’mon, Jen, let’s go help Daddy and Grandpa.”

Tatum enters the office and goes straight to Ethan’s black filing cabinet. She clicks her tongue, “Let’s see,” she talks to herself, “did he say the second drawer from the bottom?” With the roaring of metal, she opens that drawer, thumbing through all of the tabs. Luckily everything was alphabetized, so the moment she didn’t see ‘Dad’ under the Ds, she went to shut the cabinet.

Only it wouldn’t close.

“Damnit,” she mutters as she continues to jerk on the handle. “Something’s… in… the way.” She steps back, taking a deep breath as she looks over at Jenner. “Are you not going to help me?” She teases as Jenner lays down, covering his nose with his paw.

Tatum gets on her knees to look and see what had fallen in the way of the drawer tracks and if she could easily correct it. Sure enough, she sees an old, manila envelope with a string-closer in the very back of the drawer. It was pinned between this drawer and the one above it. She begins pulling on the envelope, its contents crunching as it wrinkles.

Hopefully this wasn’t important, she cringes jokingly. It finally comes loose, and she tosses the folder to the side as she shuts the drawer.

She stands up, straightening out her black pencil skirt before trying the other drawers. But not before her phone rings.

"Did you find it?"

"Not yet," Tatum puts the phone on speaker before returning to pull on a handle. "It wasn't there–"

"The second drawer?"

"Oh," she giggles to herself. "I… um…"

"... you looked in the wrong drawer, didn't you?"

"I mean…" Tatum innocently stammers.

Ethan exhales into a snicker. "You're lucky that you're cute."

Tatum finds the correct folder, and Ethan walks her through picking out the correct documents and faxing them to his location. Relieved, both Ethan and Alan express their gratitude to Tatum as they get back to work on the tax paperwork.

After hanging up the phone, she returns the folder before turning to Jenner. "Strong work, sweet boy," she smirks.

She prepares to leave, but out of the corner of her eye, she sees the envelope that she threw onto the floor. Unfortunately the crunched up edges are now torn and the contents have spilled out. She squats to pick up the papers, but then she freezes. They were photographs.

Nude photographs. Naked women baring their assets and touching themselves in the most provocative of ways.

Oh my God, Tatum thinks as she shuffles through the photos. Is this Ethan's porn stash? For a brief moment, Tatum snickers at each picture, tilting her head and questioning the poses. But then she comes to a picture of a woman that instantly wipes the grin off her face, a woman she is very familiar with.

Casey Valentine

This isn't just porn; these are Ethan's exes. But why did he have their nudes?

Surely there was a logical explanation for this. Tatum trusts Ethan. Period. He has told her time and time again how much he adores her, adores her body–yes, even her mature body. She watches him shudder when he barely touches her, when he barely gets a view of her forbidden skin.

He doesn't need those photos.

So again, why have them?

Ethan arrives home well after 10PM. "Tate?" He calls out as he shrugs off his jacket, hanging it up in the coat closet. He raises his voice. "Tate? You home, babe?"

He bounds into the living room. And freezes. And swallows hard.

Tatum has made herself comfortable in Ethan's leather chair. Her blonde tresses are curled into careless waves as her pout adorns a crimson red, accented by the pearly white of her teeth biting her lip. She's wearing one of his favorite dress shirts, unbuttoned to her navel. And with her long, toned legs crossed, she ensures he can see his favorite pair of patent leather stilettos.

He licks his lips, his eyes beginning to smolder. "What's this about?"

She purrs quietly. "I don't know," she teases. "Why don't you tell me what this is about?" She puts her heel on the torn manila envelope that's resting on the coffee table and extends her leg, shoving the folder closer to him.

Ethan immediately recognizes the ratty old folder, a sweltering shade of red crawling up his neck.

"Tatum," he holds up his hands defensively, "it's not what you think."

She uncrosses her legs, revealing her lack of panties. "Then tell me: what is this?"

Ethan stifles a groan, not wanting to tear his eyes away from her smooth pink skin. "They’re.." he clears his throat, "they're personal pictures that I wanted to destroy privately and respectfully. I just… haven't yet–but I don't look at them. I swear." He hurriedly steps closer to Tatum. Taking a knew, he grabs her hand, peppering her soft palm with kisses before cradling it to his face.

She nudges the envelope towards him. "Open it up."

He looks up, shocked. "Tate, I–"

"Now," she commands.

Ethan fixes a glare to Tatum as he unties the folder string. Once open, he tries to hand her the file.

Tatum shakes her head. "Look at them."

"Tate, come on–"

"Now," she growls. She watches as he fishes out the pictures, his throat bobbing as beads of sweat gather on his brow

But then Ethan stops. He does a double-take. The corner of his mouth begins to turn up, his breath growing ragged. He shuffles through the photos, every single one of them newly taken and newly printed.

With a new subject.

"My naughty girl…" he whispers, heat sparking from his words as he drops the crisp, new pictures on the coffee table. He hastily stands Tatum up from the loveseat, wrapping his arms tightly around her body as he nuzzles his warm mouth into her neck.

"You know I trust you, Rams," Tatum softly speaks into his ear, lovingly scratching circles on his broad upper back. "Oh, and don't worry. I took those other photos and–"

"Fuck those other photos," he seductively hisses, pressing his erection into Tatum, making her gasp as he nips at her collar bone. His hands slowly travel down the covered curves of her body until he grips the material being held together by buttons. "I need to see more–" he yanks the shirt open, popping the rest of the buttons off of the fabric, letting them rain onto the hardwood floor. Ethan pulls the rest of the shirt off of Tatum’s voluptuous body, instantly pawing at her exposed skin. Their hungry mouths meet, their tongues teasing one another breathlessly.

Tatum pulls her lips away. "Grab the camera," she pants as his mouth remains insistent on kissing her, "let me show you more."

Ethan gives her a mischievous glare, and without warning, he picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He gives the rounded swell of her bare ass a swift spank as he grabs the camera and hurries her into the bedroom.

"Now, where's the record button?"

~🖤~

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formearlydreamingweweresnow · 2 years

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Ingo and Emmet had a long day at the Battle Subway. It was fun, but it was so tiring. They finally made their way back to their apartment dead on their feet.

Just as they collapsed onto the couch, Ingo’s phone started ringing. The caller ID was unknown, but Ingo answered it anyway.

“Hello, is this Subway Boss Ingo?” spoke a woman’s voice.

“Indeed it is, what can I do for you?” responded Ingo.

“My son is doing a report for school about Hisui, he’s in middle school, and I was wondering if he could ask a question or two about it? I completely understand if you’re too busy, but it would really make my son’s day if you did.”

Oh that was some bad timing. Ingo and Emmet were just about to have a meeting with the elite four of Unova to discuss the newly popular Hisui style of battling.

“I’m very sorry ma’am but I would not be able to properly answer your son’s questions to the fullest extent right now, my brother Emmet and I are about to depart. However, I would be more than willing to meet with you and your son at a different date at the Battle Subway food court to answer all of his questions.”

“Oh thank you so much! John will be so excited!”

As they discussed dates of which to possibly meet, Ingo could faintly hear sounds of a little boy cheering. It brought him a lot of joy.

....

The date had finally come. Ingo was waiting in the food court, watching for a mother son duo. And kept waiting. And kept waiting, until out of nowhere they both burst forth at his table.

“I’m so sorry! We were looking so hard for your usual coat that we didn’t think to just look for you” panted the mother.

Ingo chuckled. “It’s more than alright, I know what my coat is very distinctive.”

She looked down at her son, who was clutching her leg like a lifeline. “Come on John, here’s Subway Boss Ingo. You have some questions for him, right?”

John blanched. “M.. Mr. Ingo! Everyone says you know everything about old Sinnoh, could you please answer some questions about it?”

“Of course! Let the questions begin!”

John pulled out a pencil and a page of notebook paper with scraggly writing on it.

Looking down at the paper, “Who was the best battler?” John asked.

“Hmmm... The best battler in Hisui would have been Akari. She was fearless, and extremely adaptable. Her team was always shifting, and she was always striving to do better.”

After he wrote down Ingo’s answer, the next question came.

“Why did the Galaxy Team become Team Galactic?”

“I do not know, though if Cyllene, the leader of the Galaxy Team, saw what Team Galactic has done, she would be very disappointed.”

And finally, “What was the coolest pokemon in old Sinnoh?”

“Perhaps I am biased, but the coolest pokemon in Hisui was Sneasler”

“Sneasler? Do you mean Sneasel?”

“No, I do not. There used to be a different variation of Sneasel that evolved into Sneasler. I was the caretaker of one, and she was very kind. She could climb up whole mountains with ease”

“Wow!!! How was she in battle?” John said with stars in his eyes.

“Fantastic in battle. She was very strong but always mindful of keeping others safe”

“What does she look like? I want to draw her!!”

Ingo smiled to himself. “I have a picture of Lady Sneasler at my apartment, I will send a picture of it to your mother and you can draw her all you would like.”

“That’s all my questions Mr. Ingo, thank you!!!” John said with a big smile.

John’s mother smiled as well. “Yes, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to help John.”

“It was no trouble at all, you’re always welcome to come back and ask more questions, provided me and your mother find a time that we can all meet up.”

...

The Hisui researchers were really trying their best. Ingo was still alluding them somehow, and they had made no progress. They were in the Battle Subway food court at their usual table, fuming. One of them was at least trying to keep everyone’s spirits up, talking about cute things they found on their phone.

“Look, I found someone’s mother sharing her son’s assignment about Hisui! It’s so cute, isn’t it?”

“Wait...” Someone snatched their phone right out of their hand, “is that a Sneasler?? How is it so anatomically correct? Where are these facts coming from? We know nothing about Sneasler how does this kid know about it?”

Someone else stole the phone. “Wait... the kid is crediting... Ingo? Oh my Arceus he’s taunting us again, he’s giving children more information than us! The most accurate portrayal of Sneasler is a kid’s drawing!”

“We’ll get to talk to Ingo someday. It’ll happen. Definitely”

#submas #fluff #altsubwayline #the researchers really do just keep taking Ls #random person: huh wonder why those researchers keep going back to the battle subway #other random person: they come here almost every day #wonder what their deal is #random person: I asked them once and they just laughed and hissed at me #other random person: huh #in all seriousness its illegal for the researchers to get a W collectively #researchersvssubway

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danielxricciardo · 3 years

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Hi girl!! I love everything you’ve wrote! Couldn’t say how much I enjoyed reading one shots of F1 drivers! I have to ask if you could do one for Carlos? He and reader are expecting but keeping it secret, Carlos won the race! And he ask if he could hear her through radio, though with some glitch, all other drivers and teams hear Carlos’ radio, he tells her how he’s so happy with the win but more than anything about their little one on the way and now everyone knows the secret of pregnancy because he suddenly slipped it while talking to her on radio👶🏻 I can’t imagine how will other drivers will congratulate him (like Daniel, Max, Landooooo! Seb! And even Kimi!🤣) I think Lando will be overjoyed and will be presenting to be Godfather already Hahahaha!

Summary: Having a baby and everybody finding out

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.5k

You realized that you were pregnant after a series of fortunate events that, individually, you did not take as alarm signals.

One evening, Carlos decided to spare you from cooking dinner and ordered your favorite food from your favorite restaurant. You were very excited to eat it, but when the food arrived you were on the verge of throwing up because of the smell. You told Carlos you couldn't eat, so you just ate an apple and went to bed. The next day, after Carlos left for the gym, you couldn't get away from the toilet because if you took a few steps you would feel like throwing up. However, when your boyfriend came home, you didn't feel so sick anymore, but you didn't tell him what happened to you because you didn't want to worry him.

You had a vague idea that you could be pregnant but you wanted to wait until Carlos leaves for France for the Grand Prix.

The day he left you went to the pharmacy and bought two pregnancy tests.

Positive.

You just sat down and cried. You stared at the positive test for several minutes. Honestly, you were so hormonal and conflicted about the timing that you bawled your eyes out. You were both happy and worried. Carlos was busy with his Formula 1 career, you didn't know if it was appropriate to add a child to the dynamics of your life.

But you recovered immediately. You are talking about Carlos, of course, he will be happy to have a child with you. You've been together for four years, you knew you would be together for the rest of your life.

The next day you did another pregnancy test, just in case. Positive, obviously. You went to the pharmacy again, and you took four more tests, to do one every day until Carlos came home.

"Hey, honey. I missed you," says Carlos entering the house.

You didn't even let him take off his shoes. You handed him a gift box in which you put the six pregnancy tests you took.

"Amor, did I forget an anniversary?"

You nod.

"Open it."

You see him take the lid off the box and take out a pregnancy test. Then another one, and another one, until he took them all out. You could see it on his face, he was scared and overwhelmed.

"Seriously?" he asks.

You nod and bite your lip, a few tears run down your face.

"Amor, that's wonderful! Ay Dios Mio! Are we going to be parents?"

You laugh and kiss him long.

"Yes, we will be parents."

You have scheduled an appointment for the next day to confirm the pregnancy and determine how many weeks you are pregnant. It looks like you're 10 weeks pregnant, so that means month 3 of your pregnancy. You couldn't believe that for almost 3 months you didn't realize you were pregnant, but you always had an irregular cycle, so it's not really incomprehensible.

You and Carlos have decided not to announce publicly that you will have a child just yet. For now, you were happy to share the news with your families, wanting to plan a nice way to tell your friends as well.

You know that feeling you get at certain times of the month when you want to cry at every cheesy commercial or could explode with anger at the drop of a hat? Pregnancy is like that sometimes, except 10 times more intense. With your new hormones raging, and more stress in your life than ever before, what with getting a nursery together and preparing to welcome the precious baby into the world and all, emotions are high. Tempers are bound to flare.

That is how you felt sitting in the paddock with Carlos who was preparing for the race. He was starting from P3 so he was pretty excited and nervous for the race. He saw your state, he knew you too well.

"Ay, mi Amor, come here," he said and hugged you to calm your nerves. "Don't worry, ok? It's an easy race, I'm gonna win it for you and the little bean, ok?"

You giggle at the sound of Carlos's nickname for the baby. You kiss him and smile.

"You know I don't really care about winning. Just come back to us. Safe." you say, your voice barely a whisper, not wanting anyone around you to hear your discussion.

"Si, pequeña. Always."

Sure, you were always concerned when he was racing. But especially now when your hormones were driving you insane and you were growing another person in your body. But you trusted him. With all of your heart. If he said he will come back to you, he will.

It took you a few moments to understand what was happening. Carlos Oñoro was hugging you, yelling 'He won!' and you looked at the screens in front of you. He did. Carlos Sainz was the winner in Monza! He kept his word, he won for you and your child.

"Hey, Y/N!" you hear your name being called by Riccardo Adami, the race engineer of Carlos. "The winner wants to talk to you."

You giggle and go to him. 'The winner'... Has a nice ring to it.

"Hey, baby! Congratulations!" you say excitedly over the radio.

"Si, mi amor! I told you I'm gonna win for our baby! I love you both so much!"

What you didn't know was that there was a glitch over the radio and every driver heard Carlos talking about 'your baby'.

"Aaa, guys? Why am I hearing Carlos over the radio talking about a baby?" Charles asked his race engineer.

"There's a glitch. Come to the garage."

"A baby?!" Lando yells into the radio, making his race engineer flinch. "Was that Carlos saying he is going to have a baby? Oh my God!"

You were waiting for Carlos to come out of his car, being absolutely clueless about the hysteria you two just caused. Carlos was just about to get his helmet out when all the drivers came to you two, yelling congratulations to you both. You looked at Carlos. Did he tell someone about your pregnancy? Did you give it away?

"Uh, thank you but how did you find out?" Carlos asked, clueless as you.

"We heard it over the radio," Kimi responds giving you a genuine smile.

"This is not how I wanted you guys to find out," Carlos said and put an arm over your shoulders, kissing your head. "But, yeah, it is true, we are having a baby."

"Mate, you're having a baby! That is so crazy! You are basically a baby!" Daniel says and hugged you both.

"And who is the godfather?" Lando asked and everyone laughed.

"We just found out two weeks ago, there are still five months to think about it," you say and bit your lip and Lando pouts. "You'll be considered, Lando."

After three months you decided to have a gender reveal for your family and friends. You could have had it a lot sooner but you wanted to be at an appropriate time for everyone. All the drivers came, as well as your family and Carlos's too. You made everyone wear a piece of clothing according to the gender they think your baby is. You were surprised to see the majority of the people being team boy, but as Lewis said 'They just want to make sure the third generations of Sainz is coming in Formula 1' and you know he was right.

"Look, listen to me, I have three kids, ok? I know, for a fact, by the way you are carrying that it is a girl!" Sebastian said and you laughed. He was wearing his pink T-shirt with pride, being 100% sure he is right.

He was.

You were having a girl and you could swear that Carlos cried a little when he saw the pink confetti. He hugged you for a few minutes, being still in shock.

"Una niña pequeña..." he whispered in your ear. "I am not ready."

You laughed and kissed him.

"You are gonna be the best dad ever, don't worry."

"No, I know that. I am not ready for her to date! And she'll go to university, no..."

"Carlos, she is not even been born yet! You have plenty of time to spend with her."

"Hi, guys, sorry to interrupt!" Lando appears near the two of you, making you break apart from your hug. "Did you think about the godfather or... or this is not a good time to ask?"

Everyone heard him and started laughing.

"Mate, remember the bag I gave you when you arrived?" Carlos asked him and Lando nodded. "You can look inside the bag now."

Lando got the bag and inside was a white romper saying 'Will you be my godfather?'

Lando looked at the romper with tears in his eyes.

"Well, if you insist..."

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