#that one defiantly applies to a few of these

[silverware-is-interesting]

That playlist I mentioned I was working on one singular time

idk if i'd say it's done but hey. why not share it?

ignore my username i just didn't know what to put since in made the acc pre-silver era and i don't feel like changing it :/

and some other random doodles under the cut bcs there are quite a few

and some more: ms paint edition.

[solar4seekstron]

Tf1!Orion Pax/Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot: Meet Again

A special thanks to @heavenlykunoichi for requesting this. I had so much fun as always writing for our boy OP. No matter which OP he is lol. I hope you all enjoy and a repost is always appreciated.

Tw/Tags: not much just fluff and op asking you on a date:

You knew Orion as the little dare devil around the mines and city. You were always a part of the same shift and while you two don’t always talk much…..Yeah you both pined for each other for a good while. You thought he was cute and funny can others really blame you? Same thing goes to him. Everytime you aren’t around he immediately starts talking to D about you.

And D always responds with ‘go talk to them then. And let me sleep.’ But Orion never does shut up. And so after that you both continued on as you both always exchange looks and smiles. Both too shy to really try to speak to eachother.

It wasn’t until one day when he randomly disappeared. Only for Sentinel to say he and his best friend died due to their race wounds. You hated yourself ever since.

You never cared for the race and just took the opportunity to go in the city and look for treats for yourself since your friends descided to go the stadium. Even as you dealt with the daily racism and made your way into he store with whatever money you head. You didn’t pay much attention to all the TVs playing the race.

Even by chance missing the part where the announcer says ‘two miners’ every time.

And so after some time you were a lot more down and out of it. Even at times not hearing the surprises like Darkeing making racist and even remarks toawrds your frame as their way of flirting. That didn’t stop them though.

Out of no where Sentnel would order for you all to do more and more shifts even over time. And so that’s all you did. Even ignoring the superiors as kept at it. The only thing keeping you to keep going is the memory of Orion. And so you don’t stop even when Darking tried to convince that he can take you out of work.

When Orion returned, now with a cog. You were still in the mines for one of the shifts in order to help others to continue and go faster.

Orion was pretty saddened. And the pain in his spark was heavy.

During the fight when the secret of Sentinel was realesed. You were one of the bots pushing the carts. You even pushed the carts down in anger as you yelled along side the others. You and the other miners then leave to go to the surface. From there you watched as D fought sentinel. And then Orion..and then…

You saw him die…. You were one of the bots who watched in horror. The pain in your optics as you could only watch. And then as D became Megatron…..Orion came back!!!

You felt joy in your spark as you watched him. He and Megatron then engage into battle. You could only watch until Optimus woukld soon claim victory. Banishing Megatron to the surface. And from there. Energon came back. And you had a cog! But you weren’t really able to greet Optimus as he cheered with the other former miners. So many others kept getting to him first. That the day was already almost over. You all got to stay in hotels and empty houses now that you cant really stay in the sleeping quarters.

And so you stayed in one of the hotels close by the tower where Optimus is staying. Most likely in a meeting with his closest friends. As you stared up at the tower of the window before heading to recharge. The next day you were looking for new work but made sure to stay close to the tower. For any chance to see Optimus.

As you spoke to Ratchet to help with patience. Since you always wanted to work in medican. You would then hear a voice from afar.

”Y/N!” you turned around and saw Optimus. You walked up to you and waved as others watched him and cheered. He defiantly has a crowd. Ratchet lets you know he’ll be expecting you in his office and be apply to have you join.

You thanked him and looked at Optimus. You both stood there only a few inches from each other and stared into each others optics. You both then about to speak first until Optimus apologized and said you first.

”S-so prime huh? And you just had to leave work for over a day?” He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down. You sighed and held your cervos together as you looked down as well. He looked back at you. “Optimus I’ve been wanting to ask….um…since you’ve been busy and all…”

”Yeah?’ He said softly as he stared down at you. His optics soft as he did take a step closer to you. You still don’t move. “I-I well I always had a sort of…crush on you..and..”

You’d then feel a cervo on your shoulder. Only to get your attention as it moved to gently hold you chin as you looked up at him.

”I…like you too…I know we didn’t do much ‘cause well I didn’t always know what to say to you…but would you like to…go out sometime? Like lunch or something?” You only stared at him with puppy eyes. Feeling so much joy.

”I..I’d love to Optimus..” He chuckled as he keeps looking at you with admiration. “I’ll comm you then Sweetspark.” He turns, his cervo leaving from holding your chin. Until he stopped and looked back at you. Walking closer to you again.

”Oh and before I forget.” He then leaned down. A cervo behind your back and another on your wrist. Gently being held as before you knew it. His dermas were on yours. As soft kiss and passionate. It didn’t take much time for you to return the kiss.

Closing your optics as he did the same. Both of you stayed like this for a moment longer as others watched and walked by. He eventually pulled away and winked at you. “Until then Sweetspark.”

”Until then….sweetspark.” You’d say as he walked off. You finally did it…..YOU HAVE A DATE WITH HIM. You’re definitely a lucky bot in this city for sure! You couldn’t be any more happy!

This was so fun to write! I enjoyed writing for OP and ugh I love writing his cuteness and how silly he can be. I always enjoy writing for him and I had lots of fun with this Oneshot. I hope you all enjoyed and read my other works. I hope you all have a good rest of your day and continue to enjoy my later works.

[melancholicstation]

You heard my baby's back in town now! — controversially young!gf bobby kennedy one-shot

imagine... you are bobby kennedy's controversially young girlfriend who he met at a an oregon mall during his brother's campaign for president in 1959. fast forward a few months and you're finally taking the next step in your relationship: meeting the family.

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inspired by @unmarlou's age gap!bobby kennedy, go give this blog some ♥️ .

warnings: heavy mention of age-gap, multiple flashbacks, uses lyrics from Taco Truck x VB, use of terms of endearment, period typical sexism (not bobby)

words: 2,862

Most of the time you wouldn't say holding down a 9 to 5 at one of the biggest breakfast chains in middle America was an exciting career endeavour for a 22 year old woman but here you were. That was until you met him: your boyfriend of six months who'd shown himself to be a great lover and an even better giver, always draping you in the finest of mulberry silk and yellow diamond. You weren't shallow though, you would've loved him the same if all he had were the clothes on his back and that floppy hair of his.

However you wouldn't have to because he had the ultimate privilege or curse, many would go on to say, of being born into one of the richest families in America, and was the brother of the Democratic Party pick for president in 1960. Oh, and his name was Bobby Kennedy.

*Flashback to December 5th, 1959*

After working your job at Waffle house for about 2 weeks you knew it was hell, filled with grimy men hitting on you with their dirty pickup lines their dad probably taught them at age 15, that bitch of a co-worker, and a drab work attire that your boss, Susan, seemed to have affinity for catching any slight deviations of. Superficially it was mostly the outfit requirements that bothered you: I mean how were you ever supposed to leave this damned place if your own uniform made sure that no person, regardless of gender, would ever humanly find you attractive.

Despite this, you persevered and tried to work around it. If your boss told you to wear a plain blue top: you wore a lightly stripped blue button-up with featuring an embroidered, ruffled star motif on the chest. If your boss told you to wear heather grey bottoms: you wore an extremely short dark navy skort with built in shorts for the so called modesty striven for in the dress code. I mean for christ sakes this wasn't the White House now was it?

You often pared the dreary outfit with a pair of suede ballerina's in navy: a bit of an oxymoron where your mother was concerned due to the nearly perpetual state of wetness synonymous with Oregon lately. Adorning your neck with the one staple in your jewellery escapes: an antique scapular on black silk cord.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder defiantly: a bag so filled to the brim that it didn't look so much like a bag anymore and more like a rather large and rather worn sack. However you did attempt to beautify its exterior by applying randomised trinkets to it's complexion such as: a statement cross pendant held together with leather twine, a religious pocket book passed down from your grandmother on your Spanish side, and a stone rosary.

Departing from the trinkets adoring the handles of your bag, the once smooth leather of the bag was now covered in tiny hole marks from the pins of the buttons you so religiously adorned your bag with. Many—who were you kidding, all were of John F. Kennedy and his running mate Lyndon B. Johnson. Now you weren't so much of a fan of Johnson as you were of Kennedy but you were seldom able to find ones of Jack by himself. That's why the ones of jack stayed front and centre, with the ones of Johnson meandering in the background, wrapping around the sides of the leather.

It had been a couple hours of your shift before you granted yourself the masochistic reflex of checking the time: counting down the length of time until you were free.

Checking the clock you realise it had not in fact been hours, in reality it had only been an hour and three minutes. Boy time really just flies by when you're serving up cheesesteak melt has brown bowls at five-thirty in the morning: I mean seriously what kind of sicko does that?, and getting hit on by men who look like they could've been your father.

That was until you hear that disntict clink of the door chin: alerting you to a new customer. Exasperated with, well—life, you look up already annoyed. Annoyed until you meet the hilarious sight of a strange man crouched under a comically small umbrella, surrounding by some very self-important all dressed in suit and tie: a stark contrast to the typical male style expected of in Oregon.

Before you can catch a glimpse of the man he's herded into a booth far out of your range of sight. Despite being interested your attention is called for when a woman orders a hot coffee to-go. Y'know, it did always suck when you had to do your actual job and not just people watch for a living.

Out of nowhere two voices come within your earshot,

"No, Tim—I can do it myself. God damn it! You people treat me like a child, I can order my own food." a voice expressed that somehow towed that line between being intrinsically feminine and masculine at the same time.

The other voice begrudgingly backs off but continues,

"I know you're not a child Bob, but I'm trying to help you. Y'know that's kind of my job as advisor, to advise you on shit."

"Fine. You go do it, i'll wait over here like a dog." ,the voice says expressing a particular strain of annoyance you had yet to hear vocalised until that moment.

This man has an advisor? What the he—

"Hey-Uh, could I get a pecan waffle and a dark roast coffee."

Surprised for a moment, you compose yourself and reply "Sure, coming right up."

Shuffling into the back with the intention to tell the cook the order, and then maybe take a cheeky smoke from your bag in the meantime. Maybe.

After telling the cook, you find yourself b-lining for your bag. Getting to your bag, you start fiddling for a lighter that was until you hear a peculiar set of shuffling feet suspiciously close to you.

That's when you realise that you completely missed, on your mission for your bag, a real human man leaning his back against the bag rack.

"Oh-Mary and Joseph—you nearly gave me a heart attack."

The figure, and the face comes into your range of sight and your semi totally mortified. The president-to-be's brother had just seen you try to go for a smoke.

"Oh I'm sorry I just don't like the noises. Forks scraping on plates gives me the chills." the man chuckles.

In politeness you chuckle back, in order to get the elephant out of the room you say,

"Now you're Robert Kennedy aren't you?"

"In the flesh" he says with a quite sassy display of his hands, patting himself on the chest in an act to display his human quality.

"Well I have to say I'm enamoured by your brother's campaign, he's doing so wonderfully."

"Thank you, well I happen to think so too. But I'm a bit biased—y'know it's kind of in my job description. I pegged you for a jack supporter."

"How so?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe the pins on that bag of yours gave me a bit of a clue."

Mortified you look away that was, until, he redirects your head movements with his hand turning your chin back to his with the divine authority of a man much older than you. Though you're not repulsed by that fact, in all reality it's quite the opposite.

"Hey-Hey hey don't be embarrassed. I think it's awfully cute of you, though I wish you didn't have so many of that Johnson and maybe one of me." ,he says in a tone that carries the passion of a thousand un-spoken grievances, peeking your curiosity.

Lifting his hand off your chin, he lightly pets your hair: much like you assume he would do to perhaps a Boston terrier or a bengal kitten. With that same tenderness.

"I better let you get back to work. I'm sure you don't want some old man like me keeping you from your job"

Bashfully you smile, subtly shaking your head in retort. However he does raise a good point, such a good point in fact that it has you turning your heels back in the direction of the front counter. But not before turning your head slightly back—subtly saying goodbye with a smile and a slight wave of the fingertips, to which he mirrors with a sheepish, smug grin.

By the time your shift ends your exhausted and love sick over that man, whom you had only had in your presence for a bijou length of time but had been pondering about for hours.

Reaching for your bag before officially clocking out, you notice a new edition to your bag. A bright white and navy blue pin labelled 'Robert F. Kennedy for Vice President' surprised enough already, you're positively baffled to find a small engraving of a number etched into the backside of the pin.

What was on it, you may ask? Well, Robert F. Kennedy's phone number no less,

And that's how it started.

*End of flashback*

There were moments when you were faced with the awkward societal magnifying glass put on your relationship, and increased ten fold because of your scandalous age gap. I mean come on, it was only twelve years. It wasn't that bad. Though there were times you were reminded every now and then of the twelve year generational divide between you two, like in the instance of when he found that pesky little shoe-box underneath your bed.

*Start of flashback*

"Look at me"

"No I simply cannot bear it, Bobby!" you muffle out, the sound muddled due to your mousy blonde curls interference.

"C'mon, sweetie. It's nothing to be ashamed about, you're a grown young woman. I expected this from you, I'd be weirded out if you didn't partake in this sort of stuff. It's endearing, I promise." ,bobby teases, making a big show of his "promise" by dramatically holding out his arms in a prayer motion.

An action you find less than funny: ending with Bobby getting a pillow through straight towards his head, to which he dodges with ease.

What had caused this whole mess was that you'd tasked Bobby with the mission of finding that cotton camisole he'd so recklessly strewn across your bedroom in the throws of your shared passion. It was your belief that if he did it he should fix it.

However that adventure had led to bobby finding a particularly embarrassing set of erotic books hidden in a shoebox. Each with a more embarrassingly brazen title than it's former.

You had never seen him laugh so much than that day.

"Honey, I'm not laughing at you. It's just-y'know back in my day we never had this. We had to use our imagination, oh how times are changing. It's exciting really" he says adopting a semi sarcastic tone that borders on mocking.

His comments cause you to sulk even more, retreating into yourself perched at the foot of the bed, "Bobby don't be mad, I don't even read that stuff now! not with you. I was so in-experienced back then , I had no idea about anything."

"Oh baby, c'mere" he motions you to him, eventually gathering you up into a bundle and takes you into his lap.

Combing through your hair he explains "Baby of course I'm not made at you. How could I be? with such a pretty face like this. Y'know I'm glad you had those books, though I do like keeping you all to my self. And I certainly don't want to share you with any fictional man." he says in an order to lighten up the room, while dabbing slightly at your cheeks

"Don't cry pretty girl, I hate to see you cry, it hurts me, hurts me real bad. I know you don't wanna hurt me now do ya? Huh?"

Nodding, you compose yourself slightly and lay your head timidly on his chest: slightly hairy and stunk of an addictive sort of musk.

Your slightly moved when he moves his body trying to get something out of his pocket

"Princess, look what I found!"

And there it was your favourite cotton camisole, back in your possession. Sometimes you didn't know how he did it, he just did.

*End of flashback*

And that's how your relationship went for six months. Though it was hard to maintain a relationship being that he was in such a different life stage than you, and coupled with the fact that he was on a gruelling campaign trail with his brother. To be honest most days he would come and see you, you'd just lay in bed soaking up each other's presence. On the days you would venture outside as a couple you got more than a couple looks, and you had your fair share of unfavourable coverage in the media being that you were the controversially young girlfriend by the side of the man who's brother was on track to become president of the United States. But you both brush it off, you knew your truths.

You hadn't seen bobby in two whole weeks and you were beginning to get desperate. Though it wasn't like he was depriving you, he stuck to a strict schedule of calling you every day at seven in the evening: no matter rain or shine. Some times he would catch you eating a late dinner, for which he would scold you about adopting the tone he used in those senate meetings. And others where he would catch you in bed early, and one thing would lead to another. Thank god that you both had been smart enough to check for wiretapping, or else it would've made you two more of social piranhas than you already were...

And sure enough at seven pm, your phone rang off the hook,

"Hey baby, how are ya? Tell me all about what a sweet girl like you was doing all day? I wanna hear it all, leave no detail out." he says in a tone that reveals his true earnest nature that you've come to so cherish in your relationship.

So, you indulge him, "Honey, I got up so early, and then, I got into the shower"

He hums attentively down the line, encouraging you to tell him what you did next: to which you inform him that you took a nap mid-day, "I was just able to go back to sleep for a hour and a half. So that rocked, um, anyway."

"Did ya dream of anything special?" he says while shifting in his leather chaise seat: you assumed he was halted up in his hotel in some nameless city along the trail.

"I had this dream where, um, I don't know-" you trail off sharing some half-baked dream that you weren't sure you comprehend yourself. Apologising you ask about his day,

"Oh sweetie, don't apologise I asked, I wanted to know. I did want to talk about something with you though. Y'know how Jack is coming back to Oregon before the primary. Well, I thought what better a time to introduce you to my family. They'll just adore you baby, I promise just like I do."

Blushing and taken by surprise you bashfully reply, of course agreeing.

"That's great, you'll do amazing. Though, I do have to warn you about their line of questioning. They have a penchant for sort of quizzing girls that I take home about world events, it's like a sport to them-my parents I mean, my siblings will be just fine to handle. I just want you to be prepared."

"Okay, well what kind of events. Like events in your times?" you say sarcastically.

"Okay, Miss Attitude. I'm not from the 1890s, y'know we're only a decade apart. But I'll quiz you when I visit you in a couple days. I'll make it real easy for you, put in some recent events that you know: though you're a smart cookie you'll get it in no time baby."

"Bob, you're making me very nervous. They're not going to go too hard on me right?"

"Oh my sweet, you'll get used to them. They make a big fuss but they're relatively harmless, they'll see how happy you make me and that'll be the end of it. Promise."

After his assurances, you were left unbridled with happiness after you hung up the phone. I mean how hard could it be to charm a family like the Kennedys, they seemed nice enough? You charmed one of their sons so how troublesome could it really be? Jackie looked warm and open in the newspaper, Joan looked a delight and Jack well I'm sure you could bate your eye at him and he would be sufficiently pleased at your presence. Though that left out the parents, which were often the hardest of the bunch when fulfilling the daunting duty of meeting the family, you were sure it would be Bobby assured you so.

And why would he ever need to lie to you?

signing off: bang, bang xx

[minnielvrr]

Not Ticklish~

Lee: Chan Ler: Hyunjin, (lil bit of Lixie) Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I'm really sorry if this is bad guys, I'm not feeling too well rn and I'm kinda struggling to write well😭😖 Lemme know if there are any mistakes or anything and hope you enjoy~🤗💞

Chan had lost a bet against Hyunjin and now, lying on his bed, with his hands tied above his head, he wondered if he was going to make it out alive. Hyunjin’s evil smile certainly wasn’t promising longevity.

And to top it all he’d chosen today of all days to wear short shorts and a sleeveless top. He had been really confident he’d win after all.

“Are you ready hyung?” Hyunjin asked with a giddy smile.

He was perched on Chan’s hips, slowly drawing his nails all over the leader’s sides and suddenly digging in after a few minutes just to hear Chan squealing.

“No wahait Jihihinie! I’m not reaheheheheady yehet!”

“Too bad!” Chan bit his lower lip tightly when Hyunjin began his conquest, thrashing and squirming on the bed as he tried to stay quiet. The black sheets underneath them quickly bunching up and becoming messy.

Hyunjin’s nimble fingers dove into the older’s ribs, applying a firm but gentle pressure that seemed to work wonders.

Muffled giggles fell from Chan’s lips as he wriggled around, making Hyunjin tsk at the leader. “C’mon hyung laugh~ It’s no fun if you’re being like this!”

Chan just poked his tongue out at him defiantly and Hyunjin frowned. Fine. If he was still able to be bratty, that meant Hyunjin wasn’t trying hard enough, right?

So the artist decided to have his own fun, roaming his hands all over Chan’s torso, every touch light enough that it kept Chan fighting to suppress his giggling but not so overwhelming that he was screaming for mercy….yet. That would come later.

“I know you wanna let it out hyungie~ Don’t be shy, let me hear you~” Who on earth had taught Hyunjin to be so…so stupidly good at teasing?!

Hyunjin stalled, dragging it out. He knew if he played his cards right, he’d have Chan begging in no time. So, placing his hands at Channie’s elbows, he started to scribble his way downwards….towards the lee’s ticklish armpits.

Chan squeaked once, quickly dissolving into the giddiest giggles the artist had ever heard from him, “There, much better! You’re so cute like this hyungie. We really should tickle you a lot more.” Chan’s laughter only went up in pitch at the unbearable teasing.

Chan felt like his brain got scrambled from the artist’s sweet, velvety voice, his cheeks flushing with a pretty blush that had Hyunjin cooing adoringly at him.

“Aren’t you just the cutest, hyung! Look at you, I’ve barely done anything but you’re blushing and out of breath already~” Hyunjin gushed, a strange glee in his system that turned his words into weapons.

Chan yelped, goofy cackles leaving his lips, eyes keenly watching the artist’s hands to try to predict where they would go next. Not that that would make any difference.

Hyunjin kept this torture up as he started his mock interrogation. Unbeknownst to the two a certain blonde boy wandered down the hallway, curious about the source of laughter and was now watching the scene in amusement.

“So, tell me hyung… what’s your worst spot? You know that one place that would have you screaming and begging for me to stop? Everyone has one.”

The artist was very good at setting the mood and the leader giggled nervously, hands twitching in their bonds any time the younger merely glanced at a spot.

Hyunjin pushed the older’s t-shirt up and splayed his hands on his belly. Chan flinched, shrieky giggles escaping at the feeling of hands so close to such a sensitive spot.

“I-I swear, I’m not ticklish! You-you’re wasting your time, Jinnie.” Chan hurried to say.

Hyunjin gave him a deadpan look, making him giggle at the sudden seriousness of the ferret, breaking out into an evil grin as he gave the bubbly leader a real reason to laugh.

Fingers that had been resting at his tummy, now folded into claws that dragged all over his bare torso. Chan threw his head back and laughed, the sweet sounds bringing a smile onto Jinnie’s face.

“You were saying, hmm?”

“I lied! I lahahaahaaid! Plehehehease!!” Chan gasped out between giggles. Well, that didn’t take long.

“Please what hyungie? Please tickle you more? Of course! I was planning on doing juuust that.” He dug his fingers into Chan’s abs, the older bucking wildly at the feeling.

Hyunjin scribbled up and down the lines of his abs, dipping his pinky in Chan’s navel and kneading at his sides.

“Noo, Hyuhuhuhuhune PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! AHAHAHAHAAHAA.” Hyunjin giggled along with him, admiring how red Channie’s face already was. “Just admit you’re ticklish hyung~”

As Chan's frantic cackles bounced off the walls, Felix, who had been observing quietly from the doorway, couldn't resist joining in.

Walking into the room, he sat next to Hyunjin, an arm hooked around the artist’s waist. “What did hyungie do this time?” He asked Hyunjin with a laugh.

“He lost a bet! And now he’s claiming that he’s not ticklish. The nerve!” Hyunjin’s voice was smug. It wasn’t often the kids won against Chan. “Ooh tough luck Channie~ Jinnie, want some help with him? I know a few secrets~”

Whispering to each other, Felix scooted down to sit on Chan’s knees, keeping his only free limbs pinned under his weight. And quick as a blink, they begun the torment.

Lixie’s fingers kneaded harshly over Chan’s thighs while Hyunjin peppered soft kisses all over his stomach.

It was a new feeling and something about the contrast of the two techniques had the poor lee howling with laughter, tears of mirth trailing down his rosy cheeks.

“Where should I tickle you next~?” Hyunjin lifted his head up for air, his hands moving to Chan's sides, nails grazing ever so lightly against his waist while Felix continued relentlessly.

“Plehehease Hyune, Lihihixie, staHAHAHAP!” He whined; lips formed into a pout at how mean they were being.

“Keep his eyes closed for me Jinnie. I’ll show you something.” Felix jumped off the bed, rummaged around in a drawer and grabbed something from it before making his way over to Channie’s feet.

Chan’s eyes widened comically when he heard that and he shook his head pleadingly at Felix. All he got in return were twin smirks from the two.

And then Hyunjin’s hands closed over Chan’s eyes and he felt his remaining senses heightening as his vison went dark, nervous anticipation pooling in his stomach. What was Felix up to?

Chan felt the bed dip at his feet seconds before a weight was added on his ankles, then fingers were dancing over his socked soles. The leader let out a screech that startled Hyunjin enough to let go of his face in alarm.

“Shihihit! Noahahahah. ARGHHAHAAHAAHA!!” The poor lee was hysterical, quivering like a leaf as he laughed uncontrollably.

“Hyung!” Jinnie scolded. His heart was racing from the sudden scare and so he did what anyone would have done in his situation; Hyunjin shoved his hands in Chan’s underarms.

The leader felt like he was going crazy. He was helpless as two of his worst spots were wrecked simultaneously.

A wide smile was permanently plastered on Chan’s face, eyes shut tightly as he let the sensations wash over him. He hadn’t been wrecked this bad in months. It was about time.

Chan’s back arched off the bed, hands tugging helplessly at their restraints but the held firm. He really couldn’t handle so much at once, and so, he gave in.

“FAHAHAHA- PLEHEASE JIHIHINIE LIHIHIXIE!! I’M TICKLISH! I’M TIHIHICKLISH, GODS PLEASE!!”

The two fairies stopped to give the leader a break, gently rubbing over his abused skin and cooing at the squeals and flinches that resulted from the tender touches.

But the fun was just beginning. Hyunjin and Felix weren't about to let such a wonderful opportunity to slip through their fingers.

“Save your voice for later Channie. We’re just getting started with you~” Felix’s sing song voice only made things feel so much worse.

After giving Channie some time to recover, and resting their tired hands, Hyunjin clapped. His eyes were practically shining as he announced his grand idea.

“New game hyungie! Now you’re gonna admit that you’re the best leader ever and that you are lovable. And until you do, we’re not going to stop.”

They were not going to give their hyung any time to argue about it. It was a fact and Chan would just have to accept it.

Hyunjin smiled brightly, pressing his fingers into the leader’s ribs and vibrating them at every word, making sure the leader knew that he meant it.

Felix barked out an amused laugh, then switched to the hairbrush he’d acquired earlier, using it to scrub the soles of Channie’s feet.

It was his first encounter with the tool and Chan couldn’t hold back the scream that was ripped from his throat, body convulsing with panicked laughter.

It was torture beyond anything he’d experienced before. Was this how Hyunjin felt when he was tickled?

Gods he didn’t know how the ferret had taken it. He couldn’t stop laughing, so much so that he couldn’t even gather himself enough to even try to beg.

The artist noticed this, both stopping immediately and rushing to cradle Chan’s face. “Hyung? Hyungie are you okay? Was it too much?”

Question after question hurtled form their lips but all Chan could do was pant. Once he caught his breath, he looked at the worry etched onto every feature of the fairies faces and felt a little bad.

“It-it was okay. Why did you stop?” Chan rasped with a shy smile and the pure bewilderment on their faces had him giggling.

“So, you want us to continue? To keep tickling you that hard and rough?” Chan’s face slackened with how flustered he got, little giggles leaving his lips as Hyunjin looked him dead in the eyes, waiting for a reply.

A blotchy red color was seeping down his neck and disappearing under the collar of his t-shirt as he tried to form one coherent sentence.

“I want a proper answer hyungie. Or I’ll just have to leave you here like this for whoever comes along~ You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He teased, and Chan had never wanted to agree with a statement more but that is a story for another time.

Instead, he shook his head, parting his lips, ”I-I don’t mind it…”

“Is that all? Guess we’ll just have to stop now then. We don’t want to do anything that you don’t want.” Hyunjin pretended to get up, ”Okay! Okay! I want this alright?! Now stop teasing. Please.”

Hyunjin grinned and suddenly flipped Chan onto his stomach, draping himself over the lee’s back. “Channie hyung is your back ticklish?” He hummed, fingers drawing small circles over the older’s shoulder blades.

Chan squeezed his eyes shut, wriggling a little. “N-no it’s not tic-ticklish at all, so you should try another spot.” He lied breathlessly, praying that Hyunjin wouldn’t try it out for himself.

Hyunjin did exactly that. With an amused ‘Oh?’, his fingers pressed into the bone, relishing in the squeal and cackle that followed the action.

“Were you lying to me hyungie?” Channie just laughed, body jerking left and right to no avail. Hyunjin lingered on the spot for a couple of minutes, basking in the sweet sounds the leader made.

Then he curiously moved his hands outwards, closer and closer to Chan’s vulnerable underarms. The poor lee’s figure jolted, arms tugging harshly at the bindings to cover the sensitive spot.

Felix on the other hand was going to town on Channie’s feet, having peeled off his socks earlier, he used the hairbrush on one sole while dragging his nails over the other.

Hyunjin’s fingers curled in his armpits once, then again, the movements quickening each time and driving poor Channie crazy.

“PLEHEASE JINIE PLEASE OHO MY GAHAHAD I’LL DO ANYHYTHING!! JUST MOHOVE SPOHOHOTS!” The leader’s breathing was erratic, his body squirming and thrashing under their combined attack.

The duo paused once more, when Channie’s laughs had turned into harsh wheezes and after tending to him for a little, Lixie decided to let Hyunjin work him magic on their stubborn leader and took off in search of his own prey.

When Hyunjin’s fingers finally lifted off his body, the artist surveyed the state of his victim. Channie’s tummy was pink where he’d scratched at the sensitive skin, his cheeks and ears and neck bright red.

Little tears escaped his closed eyes and sweet residual giggles still left his smiley lips and Hyunjin suddenly wanted to keep tickling him.

A few taps of Channie’s waist got the leader’s attention as Jinnie asked if he wanted to continue. Throwing his head back with a groan, the cute lee nodded bashfully.

Hyunjin was just so good at knowing exactly what to do to make Chan feel ecstatic. Fingers walked their way up his sides, slowly, torturously, occasionally wiggling at an especially sensitive spot as they made their way up again to his underarms.

“OHOHOHO MY GAHAD JIhiNIEHIE PLEASE!!” Channie’s hands clenched into fists in their restraints. Hyunjin used only his index finger to scratch at the reddened skin.

Chan was just so ticklish there. The leader gasped, little hicuppy giggles leaving his lips.

“Not gonna admit it hyungie~ You really do love this huh?” Hyunjin had caught on to Chan’s plan earlier but seeing him laugh himself silly as he tried to take it had been too fun to point it out.

He tried to stay still; his body worn out from the wrecking he’d gotten but still craving a tad more.

So, he held onto the words that Hyunjin wanted him to say. The younger had convinced him, but he still wanted those mean fingers to have him begging.

It took him a while to feel satisfied enough to bark out the magic words, his voice wobbling and stumbling over the words until he finally got them out through uncontrollable giggles.

“Fine. FINE. I’ll sahaHAY IT! IHIHIM THE BEST LEADER EVER AND I-IHI AHAHAHAM LOVABLE. NAHAHOW ENAHAHANOUGH!”

Hyunjin stopped immediately, his aching fingers fumbling with the restraints as he hurried to set Chan free.

Once he massaged the older’s wrists and gave him some water, the two cuddles together on the ruffled sheets and Hyunjin wiped away the lasts of Channie’s tears from his face.

He smiled fondly at their leader. Chan could be such a handful sometimes, but the kids were there just for that. They would make sure Chan got the love and praise he deserved.

And of course, all the tickles his shy lee side craved.

I'm sorry if the ending wasn't that good, it was a tad rushed😣

[crystalandparrot]

RC9GN x Reader

New Season

Not my art!!

NEW SEASON OF RC9GN!!! This takes place AFTER the Sorcerer's defeat

If you would like to know what voice actors I had in mind for the new characters, I'll make a skippable chapter about it.

This is very different from my other stories! This (Y/n) is MAINLY based on Donnie from ROTTMNT. She can be seen as autistic, but for the sake of not writing too many details, I'll stick to the basics. If you want some chapters that have more details about autistic characters, I can write a few one shots. I don't want ANY exclusion. Without spoiling too much, her weapon is also VERY much like Donnie's. Lots of attachments, tools, and things that could further a plot line. A lot of the technology will be the same but it will all have different purposes. This is gonna be really out of my comfort zone, as most (Y/n) I write are somewhat based on me. If it ever gets too confusing or to OOC, let me know. I want to clarify, (Y/n) is NOT Donnie, I just don't see a lot of reader inserts or x readers with a truly intelligent reader and I thought it'd be cool. The Donnie inspiration was mainly because Ben Schwartz voices Leo from ROTTMNT and Randy.

I want to preface as well, if this does not become a Reader insert, this will be a slow burn. Again, getting out of my comfort zone.

"Congratulations! You have punched all the graves!"

With their signature move, Howard Weinerman a Randy Cunningham congratulated each other, but before they could completed said, 'slappage', Howard moved away.

"Now that we've finished the final final Grave Punchers game, we should talk about the Ninja situation." Howard stepped away, leaving Randy with his fist in the air.

"Okay, I know I'm gonna sound like a broken record on this but...there is no Ninja situation?" Randy asked, dropping his hand.

"Exactly! There is no Ninja situation!" Howard pointed to Randy's desk, where the mask and Nomicon lay, the book still disguised by a Math book cover. "Your Ninja stuff has been sitting at that desk all Spring Break! The stuff's probably collected dust by now." Howard complained.

"Pfft!" Randy waved his hand and crossed his arms defiantly. "N-no, no it hasn't."

Howard raised an eyebrow and blew a large gust of air at the Nomicon. A cloud of dust flew off and towards the boys, causing them to cough.

"Okay, okay. You might have a point." Randy walked to his desk and grabbed his mask. The red lines pulsed softly. "But, the Sorcerer's gone. And with him gone, McFist has no reason to fight me." Randy waved his hand for emphasis.

"Doesn't he hate the Ninja?" Howard asked.

Randy guffawed, "No one hates the Ninja!"

"I hate the Ninja!" A scratchy voice boomed throughout the circular room. "I just wanna punch him in his stupid Ninja face." He grumbled, slouching in his chair. The short burly man mashed his fists together angrily for emphasis. The man's face turned bright red, starkly contrast from his dark Judge's robe, hence the name they all knew him by.

"Whoo, take 'er easy there, Judge. You'll get wrinkles." The melodic voice came from the dark skinned woman sitting to the right of the Judge. She was staring into a compact mirror, although her counter parts were unaware as to how seeing as her fluffy hair was covering her eyes completely. With one hand holding the mirror, she used her other hand to apply bright red lipstick, the shade on the bottom read, 'Snake's Blood'.

"Yeah, you're starting to look like McFist." The sassy voice came from a tall tan man with brunette hair, elegantly styled.

"I am not-!!" The Judge angrily stood, his face red. He took a deep breath and sat back down, gently setting down his gavel after he angrily held it over his head. "I am not like Hannibal McFist."

"What's with this obsession over the Ninja lately?" The woman asked, setting her compact mirror back in her purse. "We're perfectly fine with how we're operating things now."

"And it's not like the Ninja notices small crimes, he's more focused on Monsters and Robots, right?" The brunette asked.

"Not anymore." The Judge shook his head. "The Sorcerer's gone, and with him out of the way, those Robots are soon to follow. It won't be long before he gets desperate." The Judge reached across the table and grabbed the small remote that sat in the middle. Pressing the red button, a projection appeared on the wall being the skinny brunette. "Last night. The Ninja overturned our truck of stolen money, the cops found it right after." Pictures of a dark figure, with, what looked like, a large mallet standing on top of the overturned truck, red and lights flashing behind them, making the lines on the suit look purple. The Judge turned off the projection.

"So we gotta go bigger." The woman smirked.

"How do you figure?" The brunette asked.

The woman, about to answer, stopped as her phone rang. She pulled it out of her blazer and answered sweetly, "Deputy Mayor Kranski. Oh, hi, hon!" Kranski giggled quietly, holding her other hand up to the phone to try to conceal her words, "I'm in a meeting, honey!" She stood straight once more, hand back at her side. "Yep, meatloaf is on the top shelf."

"Kranski." The Judge rolled his eyes.

"Okay, love you too. Buh-bye." Kranski smiled sweetly, hanging up.

The brunette looked at his nails out of boredom, then looked back up at Kranski. "You were saying?"

"The Ninja is used to dealing with larger threats. So why don't we give him one?" Kranski smirked, folding her hands together.

The Judge's eyes widened, "And how do you suppose we do that?"

"We don't exactly have the funds to do that. And before you start, I'm a rich designer. You want a guy to build robots, you should have gotten my old roommate." The brunette checked his nails again.

"Once again, you offer no help, Damien." The Judge rolled his eyes.

"But, I did hear that your old high school is having an invention convention in a few days. Maybe we could...sponsor one of the brilliant students to help us?" Damien smirked.

"My old high school..." The Judge looked off in the distance, remembering his old days in school. He rubbed his Norrisville alumni ring as he recalled the happy, the sad, the humiliation...oh the humiliation... "That might just be the best idea you've had yet." The Judge smirked.

The three began laughing, first small, then growing to loud chaotic laughter.

"Just you wait, Ninja. We're coming." The Judge smirked.

"I don't know about this (Y/n)."

"Bucky, you're gonna be fine. I'm a scientist—"

"You're fourteen!" Bucky interrupted.

"Still technically a scientist." (Y/n) poked her head up from behind her desk, goggles plastered on her head. The left lens was wide and red, much closer to the metal band connecting the goggles than the right lens. The right lens was slightly extended past the left and was blue. "Move to the right a bit." She commanded, motioning with her hand for her companion to move to his right.

Buck looked down at the ground and shuffled to the right, now more centered on the red 'X' on the ground.

(Y/n) grinned and gave a thumbs up, a noise of confirmation exiting her lips before she resumed her fast typing.

"So what does this do again?" Bucky asked, looking around at the dangerous equipment aimed at his head.

"Oh this? It's just a simple home alarm." (Y/n) waved her hand above her screens so Bucky could see.

"Simple, right." Buck nodded, but did not agree at all. "Has anyone ever told you that you tend to go a little overboard?" Bucky asked.

(Y/n) peeked around her screens again, goggles now over her eyes, "No, why?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued typing.

Bucky anxiously tapped his arms to his side but stopped once one of the large metal arms adjusted near his head.

"Okay!" (Y/n) clapped her hands and stood, slightly scaring Bucky. "If I did this right, you shouldn't get hurt! At least not too bad." (Y/n) mumbled. Flipping her goggles back onto the top of her head, she added some last minute adjustments.

"What was that?" Bucky asked quickly, sweating in all uncomfortable places.

"And 3, 2,-" Before she could press the 'enter' button on her large complicated keyboard, all of her screens changed to a cute emoticon of her face. The emoticon had half lidded eyes, goggles, and a lazy smirk, much like the counterpart that made it.

'School. School. It's time for the most important time of the day. School. School. As Galileo said,"All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them."'

(Y/n) turned off the alarm with a sigh. "As much as I'd love to listen to quotes from famous scholars all day, Galileo is right. It's time to discover new truths!" (Y/n) stood, finger raised in the air boldly. She grabbed her (f/c) satchel (A/N: sorry, just a question. Would you guys want you to have more inclusive things like (f/c) or (f/drink) or should I keep it Donnie-esque? Keep the favorite color purple and the favorite drink flavorless juice.) and Bucky's bag. She pulled her phone out of her (f/c) hoodie and began typing quickly with just her thumb, her previous excitement suddenly disappearing. (Y/n) began walking out of the dimly lit room, eyes trained on the screen. "You might want to follow quickly, because I accidentally pressed the button." (Y/n) said as she rushed out of the room.

The beeping of the mechanical appendages and weapons powering up around Bucky, made him gulp.

[haveihitanerve]

Steph knew it was only a matter of time before she got in trouble at home for skipping school. She had practically goaded the teacher into tattling on her. That didn’t mean it didn’t surprise her when Bruce actually glared at her at dinner and ordered her to his office. That he actually cared. “I don’t understand why you keep doing this.” He was saying, seated on the edge of his desk, looking over her, seated in one of the chairs. It was a seat she was well accustomed to. Steph scoffed, crossing her arms. Bruce’s eyes sparked up, registering that she was actually paying attention to his lecture now. “I’m serious Stephanie.” He growled. Steph winced at the full name. “You have so much potential, if only you applied yourself-“ Steph snorted. She had heard the potential bit before. From her teachers, fellow students, even her dad, Arthur, had given it to her once. “Why do you even care?” She argued, rolling her eyes. “Because you are my kid!!” Bruce bellowed, standing. Steph shrank back, surprised, but Bruce plowed on. “And I will not allow you to throw away your life because of me! Because of this double life I am allowing you to lead!” “Allowing?” Steph screamed, shooting to her feet. “Allowing? You aren’t allowing me anything old man!” She spat at him. “I make my own choices!” Bruce glowered down at her, and she lifted her chin defiantly to glare back. “As long as you live under my roof you are my responsibility.” Bruce said, voice dangerously low. “Yes. Allow.” Steph bared her teeth at him. “I am not one of your charity cases that you can police like some warden!” She hissed. She regretted the words the second they had spewed from her mouth. Something in Bruce’s eyes guttered. “Bruce,” Steph tried, her voice dropping. “I didn’t-“ “I’m sorry that I care about you and your well-being Stephanie.” Bruce said quietly, taking a step back. “But I do tend to have a problem with growing attached to my- to kid-.” He cut off. “You May go.” He waved a hand to the door. “You are right. I am not your-“ he took a deep breath, seeming to gather his strength. “I am not your father. I have no- no rights to challenge you on such things.” Steph felt the words slam into her chest like a physical blow. She felt numb. Bruce opened the door. “I’ll have- I’ll have Damian or Tim help you with your things.” He said, still with the same lifeless voice. “Bruce no! Please!” Steph turned, ashamed at the tears gathering in her eyes. “You can’t kick me out! Please!” Bruce looked at her, and the broken look in his eyes almost made her audibly sob. “I-“ Bruce blinked a few times, staring at the floor. “Stephanie.” He whispered. “You are not my-“ he broke off again, taking a shuddering breath. “You are not my daughter. You are underage. I have no rights to house you.” Steph knew it was bullshit. She hadn’t been legally his for the past two years she had been living here. But now, now he was kicking her out. “Okay.” She said in a quiet voice, and stepped out the door. “Steph,” Bruce called after her, seemingly unwilling to let her walk away. “I-“ he seemed to struggle with himself for a second then deflated. “For what it’s worth,” he finally said, not making eye contact. “I would have been happy to- to.” He shook his head, unable to find the words, and closed the door. 

“Do you want to explain why the fuck Steph is packing her things together right now?” Dick yelled, throwing the door open to Bruce’s study. He found his father sitting at his desk, hands clasped in front of him, staring at nothing. “She’s skipping school.” Bruce informed him tiredly. “And what does that have to do with kicking her out??” Dick demanded. “I have skipped school. So has Tim. And Duke.” “That’s different.” Bruce said, still not looking at him, or anything. “How?” Dick said through gritted teeth. Bruce finally lifted his gaze to his oldest sons. Dicks eyes widened when he spotted the tears in his fathers eyes. “Shit Bruce what happened?” Dick dropped into the seat across from him. “I-“ Bruce waved a hand, pushing his tablet across the table. “I fucked up again.” He whispered. Dick didn’t comment, taking the tablet and watching the security feed. He let out a quiet, but meaningful, drawn out “fuuuck.” When he finished. Bruce just nodded. “Shit Bruce.” Dick sighed. “You’re- you’re taking this all wrong.” Bruce looked at him, eyes pleading for him to elaborate. Dick sighed. “Steph she, she thinks no one cares about her. She thinks what she does, anything and everything, is useless. Not important. Not noticed.” Bruce nodded. “I know.” “But you don’t.” Dick said gently. “She skipped school to get noticed. To get your attention. To see if you would care.” “But I did!” Bruce said in frustration. Dick nodded. “Yes. You did. But dad, the second she fought you- said a badly timed comment, you gave up. Denied her her right to her home- to- to your heart.” Bruce frowned. “I-I suppose.” He agreed quietly. “But Dick, she said so herself. She isn’t my kid. Technically, by law and in her eyes, I have no rights to order her around like this.” Dick rolled his eyes. “Oh my god old man- ja- JASON!” He bellowed into the house. Bruce winced, but didn’t argue as his second born stormed up the stairs and into the room. “Did you get the goods?” He asked, sending a particularly accusing, but surprisingly not as aggressive as he would have thought, look at Bruce. Apparently he knew well enough at this point that things that he did that seemed bad was only Bruce being incompetent and emotionally constipated. Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead with one hand. Dick wordlessly handed over the tablet and Jason watched the security footage, along with Bruce and Dicks conversation. He laughed when he finished, shaking his head. “In simple terms old man,” he addressed Bruce, setting the tablet aside and leaning on the desk. “Steph loves you. She wants to be your daughter. In her eyes, you need to fight back, to scold her. You are her father in every use of the word and when she argues she expects to be scolded and argued back. She wants to see proof that you care.” The now twenty two year old shook his head. “I mean, honestly, didn’t you learn anything from me?” Dick laughed. “For real.” Bruce stood. “Is Steph still packing?” he asked. Dick and Jason obligingly stepped out of the way. 

“Steph?” Steph jerked up at the knock, having been seated on her bed, staring at the wall. She wiped at her cheeks hastily, sniffling. “I’m packing I swear!” She called, standing and shuffling some boxes around. “Steph, stop please.” Steph froze, remaining at her bed, her back to him. “Can I come in?” Bruce asked tentatively, taking a step forward. Steph nodded jerkily, sitting back down on her bed. Bruce sat next to her, and they stared at each other quietly for a few minutes. “I don’t want you to move out.” Bruce said finally. Steph’s eyes widened. “I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay close, in my home. In our home.” He plowed on. “I want- I want for you to see me as more than just your friends dad. I’m sorry that I acted like a dick-an asshole and treated you like I wanted differently. I don’t. But you can’t keep skipping school, love. You are brilliant and amazing and sparkly,” Steph hiccuped a laugh, more tears streaking down her face. “And I want the world to witness your greatness. Because you will cause greatness. But you can’t do that if you don’t stay in school. Please. I already have too many drop out kids.” Steph snorted, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “Yeah. Yeah alright old man. I won’t.” She sniffled, letting out another little laugh. “But yknow, you can’t keep me here forever.” Bruce laughed, recognizing the teasing in her voice, the return to their old banter. “I can sure well try.” He intoned, letting his voice drop into its rich Batman baritone. Steph laughed. “We’ll see.” She whispered. Bruce smiled and she smiled back and after a second, he opened his arms wide, an invitation and an apology. Steph leaned into them, an acceptance and a return apology. “I love you.” She whispered, digging her face into his chest, her hands fisting his expensive shirt but he didn’t care, pulling her closer. “I love you too darling.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to her head. “I love you too.”

[mikobeautifulheart]

Megumi's Secretary

(Not edited)

Like - just imagen going for a secretary job at a relatively well known company not fully knowing what your getting yourself into.

You go in for the job interview, resume in hand and every possible answer to any question that they may throw at you.

When your name is called and you walk on the room to see the company's founder sitting at the opposite side of the table.

She seems kind, nice, if she was doing the interview then you must be applying to be HER secretary which is a big job...

You almost walked out when the pressure finally hit you, but you still manages to sit down and smile at her while slowly handing over your resume.

She makes small talk and casually asks you questions, it was more like a conversation then an interview and you started to relax.

"I'm so glad you came today, most of our secretary's walk out after a week, or less..." She laughed awkwardly.

She continued on until till she ended the interview with a final question.

"Can you handle working with people who are hard to communicate with? Not that their difficult rather you would have to follow up alot on." She asked.

"Actually-" You paused thinking back to your high school time when you were paired up with a boy who was...sort of like that.

You did your part and he did his, it was hard to put the parts together smoothly but eventually you did it and got full marks to. After that you always just remember working with him.

Heck you remember falling for him but your school year ended before you ever told him, plus he was a little awkward around you so maybe it just wasn't meant to happen.

You snapped out of that meomory, as if you'd fall for your boss.

"I do actually recall working with someone like that in school, so it wouldn't be anything new." You sighed thinking about how you just let him go.

"Good. You got the job." She smiled

"Wha-Already? Wow thank you, when do you want me to start?" You asked taken aback.

"If you don't mind i'm sure Mr. Fushiguro could show you around the work place now and your main work, after all you'll be his secretary"

His? He? Mr. Fushiguro? Where had you head that name before.

"Megumi come in the meeting room." You heard her say, looking over to see her on the phone.

Only a few seconds later you heard a knock and watched as the door knob turned.

A tall dark haired man walked in with a stoic expression. You felt his annoyance as he looked up at the woman leaving you in the crossfire for what was about to happen.

"Tsumiki, I told you I don't need another secretary, I'll just do it myself." He said adjitated.

"Oh come on Megumi you'll work your self to death at this rate, plus I think you'll like this one~" She said calmly with a smile.

Megumi? Yeah you defiantly have heard that name before...Was it?

You looked up and at the man standing behind you, meeting his eyes.

There was an awkward silence before he sighed in defeat.

"Fine..."

"Megumi this is Y/n, Y/n this is your new boss Megu- Mr. Fushiguro" Tsumiki said with a smile now beaming on her face.

"Nice to meet you-" You say standing up and pausing at the end to see if you could tell where you remembered him.

"Like wise" he said putting his hand out for you to shake.

You look back at Tsumiki worried, why did she hire you if he obviously didn't want you?

"You should show her to her office Megumi." She said.

You do settle into your job and the week 'Mile stone' passes without a complaint.

"You have a meeting at 2 pm this afternoon after your 30 minute lunch break." You said reading through the list on your clip board.

Every time you read off the board you always felt like Megumi was looking somewhere else, like a computer screen or other documents.

Any where but you.

"Well cancel my lunch break and move the next meeting forward." He mumbleled.

"So when should I reschedule your lunch break?" You asked looking for time slots left.

"Don't bother with it, i'm not hungry any way."

"Did you have a break today?" You asked before he could trail off into his work again.

"No, doesn't matter I have a week off by the end of this financial year"

"Liar." You cut him off.

"I have a weeks break at the end of June, you work the most at that point. Megumi, I know your Schedule and work habits, you have a lunch break at 2:30" You turned and walked out his office, leaving him watching your back as you left.

You closed the door gently behind you.

What the...He almost gripped his chest at how hard it tightened.

You pressed your back on his door thinking you were about to have a heart attack. Did you actually just say no to your boss? No way you actually said that. Well if he wasn't going to take care of himself then you would have to make him.

You sat at your desk and noticed a sticky note on your desk, he must have put it there before when you were photo copying prints for him. It must have been something he wanted to schedule or cancel.

You picked up the note and read it, face turning red imediatly.

'Friday afternoon 6 p.m date with my secretary'

You wrote it in his schedule and sent it to hos office for 'confirmation'.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: Yes i'm alive and my inbox is almost empty. Pleaseee send me ideasssssssssssssssss. Eh I might make a part 2 of this if i'm that desperate, anyways have a good whatever time.

[pablitogavii]

Hii it’s me again, I was wondering if you could write one where the reader is going shopping with her boyfriend (Pablo gavi) and while they were walking they passed Victoria’s Secret and the reader saw a lingerie that she really liked and Pablo noticed and  decided to ignore it the next day while Pablo was at training the reader opened there closet to get dressed and you find a Victoria’s Secret bag with the lingerie you saw the other day so the reader  decides to surprise gavi and wear it while sitting on there shared bed. ( you can write what happened next)

(Your biggest fan <3)

Love this idea! Many more drafts I'm working on btw so stay tuned :))

You were walking around the shopping center holding hands and enjoying one rare day when Pablo had no trainings and you didn't have loads of schoolwork so you decided to do some shopping together.

"Are you sure you like them amor? They are really bright orange?" Pablo spent twenty minutes trying to choose shoelaces for his new white shoes and you giggled at his indecisiveness. Then they say girls are complicated shoppers!

"With that handsome face, I will not be looking at your shoelaces amor..so choose whichever ones you like the most" you say kissing his cheek while the cashier giggled making Pablo blush a little before finally choosing the orange ones.

When you left Nike, you quickly noticed Victoria Secret store right across realizing that it's been awhile since you got a new lingerie for yourself but little embarrassed to ask Pablo to go inside with you...you've only been dating a few months.

"Mmm you wanna go inside, amor?" Pablo snaked his arms around your waist pulling you back and you blushed shaking your head but it was useless as he was already pulling you towards the store.

"We've been together for almost five months, princesa...you even made me buy you tampons once..so why can't we go to Victoria Secret together too?" he said and you agreed walking inside and strolling through the different lingerie sets.

Your eyes glued on a particularly beautiful white lacy lingerie with delicate black bows. You knew what a big fan of lingerie sets Pablo is(he just loved to rip them) but when you checked the price you thought twice about buying it..it was over two hundred dollars, definitely overpriced.

Pablo was looking around too noticing the moment you looked at the price tag asking if you liked anything but you quickly shook your head saying you were ready to leave the store.

His eyes caught sight of the white lingerie you were holding moments before and he could defiantly picture your perfect body in it...his thought were going wild at the moment.

"Pablo can we have a picture!" group of young fans asked and you smiled telling him that you needed to use a bathroom and that you will meet him by the car.

Pablo quickly took some photos before returning back into the store to buy the particular lingerie you were liking so much. He payed for it and already put it in the trunk when you got back and the two of you went back home.

The next day...

You were just finished taking the shower after cleaning the apartment and you went to the walk in closet to get something to wear. Your eyes quickly noticed the small Victoria Secret bag on the shelf and you walked to it peeking inside only to see the white lingerie set you saw yesterday...Pablo bought it for you.

Your stomach was turning in excitement that Pablo bought you lingerie despite it being crazy overpriced just because he noticed how much you liked it.

You wanted to show him your gratitude by waiting for him to come back from training on your shared bed wearing this exact lingerie and some red lipstick he loved so much.

amorcito&lt;;3 when are you coming home cariño??

You quickly received a reply saying he was already on his way so you rushed to wear the lingerie, make your hair sexy and apply some of his favorite red lipstick.

When you were finished, you heard the door opening so you laid on the king sized bed waiting patiently for your man to walk into your shared bedroom and see his surprise.

"Amor!" you hear Pablo's voice and you smiled feeling a little nervous but mostly excited to see his reaction.

"In the bedroom!" you yell back fixing your hair quickly before he opened the door and froze in place when he saw you in the lacy garment perfectly laid on the bed waiting for him like a good girl...he was speechless.

"Díos mio! Are you trying to kill me nena?"Pablo held his heart while slowly walking towards the bed taking his time to observe every detail on the lingerie that fit absolutely perfect around your curves.

"I'm trying to say thank you for buying it for me papi.." you said with an innocent look already noticing a prominent bulge in Pablo's sweatpants as he slowly took off his shirt reveling his toned and chiseled chest that made you stare every time.

"Mmm you're welcome mi preciosa...it looks better than I imagined" Pablo was now on the bed as well hovered above you and kissing the soft material while letting his hands explore your curves.

"Let me treat you mi rey.." you whisper shakily as he was already sucking on your weak spot and nodded while laying down letting you get on top of him and slowly take down his sweatpants before starting to kiss from his neck down his toned chest taking your time to show him how much you love him.

Pablo put his hands behind his head relaxing completely while you slowly moved downwards kissing every inch of skin you came in contact with trying your best to worship him the same way he always does with you.

"You're perfect.." you say while kissing his abs and his hands tangle in your hair making you look up and meet his eyes for a moment.

"Come here princesa..." he said in a demanding tone and you immediately obeyed sitting on top of his lap before leaning down to rest your lips on his as he deepened the kiss making you grind on his painfully hard bulge.

"I still think it's crazy that you paid two hundredth dollars on this Pablo.." you say sitting up while he just laid back and enjoyed the sight in front of him before his hands slowly moved to cup your breasts massaging them a little and making you moan out loud before taking one of his hands kissing it leaving him in awe.

He then sat up holding your waist with one hand enjoying the feeling of soft lace underneath his fingers and another one went around your throat pulling you closer before crashing his lips to yours once more.

"Tu eres tan preciosa ..princesa, you know two hundredth dollars is nothing for me..ten times that would be nothing if it meant I get to see my girl on top of me looking this beautiful" he smirked and you blushed knowing how much Pablo spoils you despite you always reminding him that his money is not what makes you love him so much.

"You spoil me too much mi rey.." you say massaging his shoulders and he smirks pulling you closer and leaving butterfly kisses on the exposed skin of your neck.

"Good..princesa is meant to be spoiled and I intend to do it for the rest of my life, mi vida...you let me enjoy it properly tonight and I'd say it was worth the purchase?" he smirked and you nodded liking that plan very much as he quickly flipped you over loving to be on top of you..there was nothing that made him feel more powerful.

"I want to hear you tonight princesa..show me how good I'm making you feel" Gavi ordered while once again kissing down your body opening your thighs and starting to leave open mouth kisses on the inside teasing you on purpose.

"Mmm please Gavinho.." you said trying to raise your hips in need but he pinned them down quickly grabbing your wrists from his hair and pinning them above your head before getting back up to kiss your lips.

"I bought you a present and you are being a bad girl princesa...you know I don't let you be grabby" he said and you pouted nodding your head as he kissed your pout smirking darkly before starting to devour the skin of your neck.

"I'll be good for you papi.." you say and he smirks nodding his head proudly before looking at the perfect lingerie that looked like pure artwork on your body underneath him.

"Then be patient and let papi enjoy himself.." he said while thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you while wearing that lingerie before finally opening your legs further and licking your folds making your whole body contract from pleasure.

"Mm deliciosa..you taste so sweet I could eat you for days!" he spoke and vibrations echoed through your folds intensifying the pleasure as you thighs started to shake and your orgasm came in flashes sending your whole body into a trance.

"You came so good princesa..how do you feel?" Pablo would always check up on you after giving you an intense high no matter how dominant he gets during your intimate moments. That always warmed your heart and made you feel safe with him.

"So good.." you moaned a response and he smirked whipping your juiced off his chin using the lacy garment on your body as his personal napkin before flipping you over and making you straddle his lap still high from the feeling that consumed you.

He loved seeing you like this..all fucked out with dreamy eyes and shaky breath on top of him like a goddess..his goddess.

"Can you take more, mi sol?" he asked smirking and you felt your folds instantly become wet against his still clothed shaft while nodding your head.

Pablo spanked you ass roughly sobering you up a little as you leaned down kissing his lips feeling him pull his boxers down and slip into you without warning.

"Amor..you're like my personal little sexy present..can I untie these bows?" he said touching the black ribbon while moving deep inside of you and you nodded pretty much giving him everything he wanted in that moment just to keep feeling this good.

"I quite like this little set..very sexy and practical" he said like a fashion critic undoing the boys and freeing your breasts before starting to suck on them like a starved baby making you clench around him like a vice and edge towards another orgasm.

"Good girl..fuck keep clenching around me like that!" Pablo was close to his own orgasm leaving visible red marks on your ass cheeks from how roughly he was holding them before pulling you a little forwards and starting to pound into you without mercy as your high washed over you with such profound intensity.

"Uggh.." Pablo was growling while getting closer to his orgasm and you started to suck on his adam's apple knowing the trance that sends him into as his movements became sloppier until her finally flipped you over and came all over your new lingerie set with a proud smirk.

There was something about seeing your body open and vulnerable underneath him covered in that beautiful lace and his cum that made Pablo feel such pride in that moment. You were all his!

"Now you're not only sexy..but all mine too" he said leaning down to kiss your lips passionately and you moaned still feeling your body contracted from the two intense orgasms it went through..Pablo was really treating you tonight.

His fingers found your folds again and he was surprised to see that you were still wet..a smirk appeared on his face as he started to massage your clit making you moan loudly from overstimulation.

"Did that turn you on princesa? Did you like papi cumming all over you little lingerie and marking you as his?" Pablo was confident now which when mixed with his dominant nature made your whole body feel electric.

"Mhmm.." you menage to mutter in between moans as he already entered two fingers into your pussy and started to hit the right spot rhythmically.

"Words preciosa...I want to hear your words" he suddenly stopped and you whined earning a warning glare before pouting knowing that you needed to be obedient if he is to let you cum again.

"It turns me on to have papi cum all over my lingerie..." you say and he smirks nodding his head before continuing to pump his fingers with a little bit more pace this time making you arch your back in response and moan loudly.

"Can you take one more princesa?" he teased adding another finger and you felt your whole body contract around his figners as another hot flash of pleasure consumed your mind.

"Fuck! You're such a good girl..mi princesa obediente" he licked his fingers proudly while your eyes were closed and your mind completely blank from all the pleasure you've just experienced.

Pablo smiled proud of his work before kissing your skin filled with goosebumps while slowly taking off your lingerie and scooping you in his arms to carry you to the shower.

Your legs were still twitching a little while wrapped around his waist and your head was rested on his shoulder as you silently murmured to yourself.

He cleaned you up and put his old Barça t-shirt over your sensitive body before placing you in bed about to walk to grab you some water. That's when he heard a light whine that made him turn around to check up on you.

"Don't go.." you were often quite clingy to him after such intense sex and he knew that adoring it every single time it happened. He smiled sitting down and kissing your forehead before pecking your lips a few times.

"I'm just going to bring my princesa some water..and then we can cuddle all night, alright? Just wait for me here" Pablo reassured and you smiled nodding your head and puckering your lips for another kiss he gladly gave you before leaving.

"Here you go, you should drink some water mi amor.." he said and you opened your mouth as he brought cup to your lips caressing your head as you drank some cold water that sobered you up.

When he saw you were no longer thirsty, he put the cup on your nightstand before joining you in bed and pulling you quickly into his strong embrace.

"Te amo muchisimo princesa..you did so good" Pablo always praised you and made sure you know how proud of you he always is.

"Yo te amo tambien, Pablito..thank you for the gift" you smiled kissing his lips and he deepens the kiss pulling you even closer until your bodies were glued together.

"Mm thank you for letting me enjoy it so much tonight.." he said and you both smiled kissing some more before peacefully falling asleep in each other's arms.

The end <3

Hope you like!

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

“hey, ‘sup?”

grian whirled around, an iron sword flashing into his hand. “who— oh. hey, pearl. doing fine.”

“hi,” the cleaning lady greeted cheerfully, her wings fluttering as she skipped the last few steps of the jagged bridge leading up to grian’s base.

“no flying,” grian smiled.

pearl shrugged. “well, it’s break time. the rules don’t really apply right now.”

”yeah, whatever. what’d you come here for?” grian pulled out an axe and started hacking at the wood of the trees he’d been growing nearby.

she hummed a wistful tune and strolled underneath grian’s structure. “nice place you got here. very interesting.”

“it’s an abstract staircase.”

“it’s a staircase, you’re a nutcase, whatever.” pearl turned around to face grian. “grian, i’m not going to beat around the bush here. this life series feels different.”

“what d’you mean?” grian stopped mid-swing, and his grip tightened on the axe.

“i dunno,” the mounder flopped down on the grass, absentmindedly twirling her sword. evidently, she didn’t think it threatening. or maybe she did. ah, psychological warfare. “it feels more… grounded? like, real. with limited, double life… the gimmick felt so out of reach. a timer ticking down your life? your life being linked to someone else? it felt like something that came down from the heavens.”

pearl paused. grian let the axe drop onto the grass and leaned against the nearest tree, folding his arms. “well?”

“but now… it’s so close. it’s so subjective. we don’t even know if we’ve completed our task yet.” here, pearl grinned. “part of why i failed my second task, heh. but i didn’t figure human interactions were really their kind of thing. usually they throw us the idea and we just go along with it.”

“who’s they?” grian asked, the answer already drumming in his head.

“you know. the watchers.” pearl glanced at grian with a strange spark in her eye. “with a literal sculpture of, well, them giving out the secrets? feels more your kind of thing, if i’m going to be honest.”

“so?” grian said defiantly, already seeing the wave of truth about to crash onto his shore.

pearl sighed. “grian, the life game this time — martyn calls it a death game, haha — it’s not the watchers. it’s you.”

grian swallowed, feeling the sun burning his brown hair. he reached up and ruffled it. “i-i may still be a watcher, but i’m…” he hesitated. “one of the good ones.”

“yeah,” pearl rolled her eyes, “they always said that. ‘we’re here to help’. and here to punish if it’s more entertaining,” she added with disdain. “that’s them, eh? don’t really care if we’re happy or sad, as long as it’s fun to watch.”

grian looked up at the sky, and then at the ground, and groaned. “look, i… i thought it would be fun, alright? just a little— a little game. would be fun to watc- play.” he spit out a curse word in the ancient watcher dialect.

“unfortunately, i understand that,” pearl sighed. “is that why? you were so wound up when scar won the hard task. he’d beaten the system— you. you were the system. and watchers hate losing control.”

“i shouldn’t have gone soft on him. humans are so—”

“grian, careful. you’re turning bad again.”

grian stopped himself. “right, right. right. i’m human, scar’s human. you’re human.”

“grian, why?” pearl looked at him sadly. “why did you want to— put us through this two months of torture again?”

the watcher looked at her, pained. “pearl, i… i promised myself, this life series would be better than the watchers’. it would be fun, and goofy. there was even a slumber party, right? most people at your house since double life, i bet.” grian had to admit, double life was a low blow, and he felt bad immediately, but he was defensive and that was pearl’s greatest chink in her armour.

pearl flinched. “what, and forcing people together is any better? creating fake friendships for the sake of a game? having whispers spread and secrets kept between friends who can’t tell or risk eventual death sounds a more watcher than grian thing, if i’d be honest. i’d rather have true pain than false happiness.”

“this series is different from the other ones. i’m not like the watchers at all.” grian protested.

pearl stood up and kept her sword, her wings wavering from anxiety. “it’s different? when compliments aren’t real and people aren’t themselves? that’s good? mumbo built his house sideways because of bdubs’ task. sure, it’s harmless and funny now, but when the ink the secrets are written in turn to blood…” she shook her head. “it’s not going to benefit anyone.”

“i’m a good person,” grian repeated, trying to calm the thumping in his ribcage.

“are you sure? are you really sure, that when this server, this town is painted red, you wouldn’t watch and bask in the glory of the death and blood? you keep insisting it’s different, but it’s exactly the same as every other time.”

because power is what you crave. there’s watcher in your soul, grian. there’s always been and there still is.

grian wasn’t sure where the words came from. he wanted to blame it on the watchers, but somehow he knew it was coming from himself, his mind pleading with his heart.

“pearl, i—” grian’s wrist beeped. “session’s starting. look, pearl, i’m not sorry, it was a good decision—”

pearl shook her head. “i’m not mad, i’m just… well. gotta get back to do my intro.” she walked two or three steps down the bridge, then stopped and turned back. “got a secret to keep?”

and grian’s heart felt the wind whip across it, harshly lashing it as he watched her leave.

always watching.

[purereflectionsworld]

Here’s a snippet from an Aleida fic I’m working on, which I hope to post on AO3 once I’ve completed a few chapters. The goal is to fill in the gaps in her relationship with Margo, and Margo’s importance to her family, in that space between Seasons 2 to 3. This excerpt’s likely to be in Chapter 3, and is set in 1984. In which Aleida finds herself on a special first date, reminisces about Apollo-Soyuz, and realizes that Margo and Sergei’s relationship *might* not be as strictly professional as she’s assumed.

___

“So you’re one of the good Mexicans,” she says after he tells her about moving to Texas with his parents and brother when he was five - a perfectly uneventful journey in broad daylight - and her words come out about five shades more sarcastic than she’d intended.

He doesn’t smile. In fact, he’s looking at her very seriously. “The only bad Mexicans in my book are the ones who celebrate Cinco de Mayo, unless they’re actually from Puebla.”

She raises her eyebrows at him. She knows what a lot of the white collar Mexicans in Texas think of her kind. There’s a reason she’s never dated one of them before.

He sighs. “I will acknowledge that I’ve met a lot of Mexicans in my family’s circle here who don’t think like I do. Lot of them speak progressively, then treat my undocumented friends like shit. I’ve had to cut those people out of my life.” He meets her gaze, and her stomach flips over a little bit. “My ex-girlfriend, for one.” 

She doesn’t say anything for a little while. Then, quietly, she tells him about Mama’s grave in Parras de la Fuente, and the night that Americans landed on the moon. About Papa, and homework sessions in the viewing gallery, and tutoring sessions with the first woman in Mission Control, and the worst phone call of her life.

She doesn’t tell him that she used to be homeless, and was once shot at, and struggled to hold down a job, and dumped her ex unceremoniously the day he helped her get this one. That she’s still living in a trailer park and likely won’t be able to move out until she gets the double promotion Margo has been heavily hinting at. But as he reaches across the table to squeeze her hand, briefly, before clearing his throat awkwardly and turning his attention back to opening his beer, she thinks that maybe she could tell him, someday. 

He opens the bottle, takes a swig, and looks back at her. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” she says, giving him a little smile, so he knows it’s okay for him to talk again.

“So did you make it to the Kennedy School?”

“Yes, I did both tracks.”

“You know,” he says, smiling back at her, “I was waitlisted for one of the math tracks myself. Must have been ten years ago, too. If I’d spent a little more time studying, and a little less time DJing in my parents’ basement, we might have met. Which one did you do?”

It turns out that he currently teaches a lot of the advanced math she learned at the Kennedy School, so the conversation flows effortlessly back and forth between them for several minutes. He’s genuinely fascinated by all the ways she applies the concepts to design space shuttles, and satisfyingly incredulous that she works with idiots 10 years her senior who can’t keep up with her work.

“And your father?” he finally asks, gently, after the math banter reaches a comfortable lull. 

“Still in Parras. I’m working on it,” she adds defiantly, because his gaze is shifting to something like tenderness, and she doesn’t want his sympathy. “Now that I’m a U.S. citizen, I’m hoping to sponsor him officially. My boss is trying to help, and she’s well-connected, so we’ll see.”

“You’re a citizen already?” he says, eyes widening. “Aleida, that’s amazing! I’ve heard it’s an uphill climb out of the amnesty program. Sounds like you’re working on some high profile stuff so I figured you might be an LPR by now, but…”

“I got fast tracked as a one-off,” she says, and suddenly as she looks back at him and sees the spark of wonder in his eyes, she feels a twinge of happiness about it that she didn’t feel in Margo’s office when Ellen broke the news, or even on the phone with Papa afterward. “The NASA administrator’s in Reagan’s cabinet, and she got him to approve it personally. For ‘important contributions to national security.’”

“What mission?” he says almost in a whisper, enthralled. “You able to tell me?”

She smiles, takes a breath. It’s not a secret, but somehow she’s never talked about it outside of NASA and her calls to Papa. “Apollo-Soyuz.”

“Holy shit,” he breathes, and she feels a warm rush at his recognition. She’s sure he remembers exactly where he was when the sirens went off. “What did you do?”

“I came up with an important part of the docking mechanism. Stayed on the Mission Control floor with the team when most of the country went to the bomb shelters. And -“ She closes her eyes involuntarily, recalls that soaring feeling. “They let me give the order to the astronauts on the CAPCOM. I’ll never forget it. Apollo, Houston. You are go for docking.”

She opens her eyes, and swallows hard, because he’s exhaling, sitting all the way back in his chair, just staring at her with an intense mix of shock and admiration and pride. Pride that she realizes she only ever hears these days in Papa’s voice on the staticky phone line, and sees in Margo’s eyes, sometimes, framed by dark red strands of hair, in that brief flash after Aleida solves a particularly complex problem. 

*

“Okay,” he says twenty minutes later, taking another swig of beer, “so what I’m hearing is, you crashed your boss’ date with her Soviet counterpart the day you came up with the docking mechanism fix.”

“What? No, it wasn’t a date,” she laughs. “No way. You haven’t met Margo. If you had, you wouldn’t be saying that.”

“You said they were both dressed up kind of fancy, and that he was drunk when he complimented your work ethic. Oh, and that your friend Bill said the first Apollo-Soyuz meeting went so badly that your boss made an awkward sex joke by mistake and that the Soviet guy responded with a purposeful one. Did I hear all that right?”

She pauses, cocks her head. “Okay, I can see how you got that impression.”

“I rest my case,” Victor says, setting his empty bottle down with a grin.

[aerkame]

Sorry for the short spam of posts recently, I'm close to finishing some longer requests. :)

Anyways, I just wanted to leave this here because I know there will be a few people PMing or sending asks (I love asks, it gets my brain thinking) about this.

In the Finfolk AU I fully intend on making Home a straight up reference to Lovecraftian gods or one of the princes of hell, Leviathan. Why? Because a pattern I see in Finfolk lore (Orkney) is that crosses tend to keep them away or cause harm. I notice there's often a religious influence in some books and folklore in general (an exmaple being unicorns, dragons, fae, and those similar) and I wanted to give the AU a bit of some religion or a very big reason as to why Home is more dangerous than thought to be. I'm not making him an outright prince of hell, but I'm defiantly making him a pretty big threat to anything of angelic or holy in origin. (Again, inspired, not making him one)

Kind of think of it like the games Diablo. Diablo has demons and angels but they're in their own kind of universe. This can be applied to the Finfolk AU. It's a lot of Lovecraftian inspiration and just about every monster or myth exists in it.

Home could be a prince of sorts. A prince of what? No one knows or may never know. Maybe he just wants to protect what he has left, start a new life with subjects that he loves. Or maybe he wants them for something else.

I kind of just imagine him either being so powerful that not even the fae or angels know where he is or that he's doing the whole "You leave me alone and I leave you alone don't tear you limb from limb and consume your souls bit"

Personally, I think this is a good way to do world building in general. It's always good to take multiple inspirations!

You know what? I feel like making a moodboard for Finfolk AU Home. I'm gonna do that in the morning.

Also the ending for Diablo 4 just came out you guys seriously need to give it a watch, the cinematics were AMAZING.

[give-bucky-his-boyfriend-back]

Hi guys, finished my first chapter of my destiel fic, I'll try to update every 2/3 days.

Summary: When Gadreel told Dean Castiel had to leave the bunker, Dean told him where he could shove it and Sam, being Sam, recovered on his own. As a newly human Castiel learns what clothes he likes to wear, how he likes to express himself and how he fits in the Winchester's lives now he has no angelic powers, Dean learns more about himself than he ever knew.

Sam is just trying not to get smothered by the 5 years of unresolved sexual tension between his brother and his best friend. And maybe help the helpless idiots a little bit.

Full chapter below the cut

Chapter 1: Nail polish

It starts with nail polish. Dean is scrolling on his laptop, looking for a case, when he hears a loud crashing sound coming from the kitchen. Slightly alarmed, he gets up, and steps into the dining area.

"I'm sorry, Dean." Cas is looking at the floor defeatedly. "I was about to bring you breakfast."

On top of the shards of what once had been Cas's favorite plate (It was the ugliest plate Dean had ever seen, decorated with bees and pink frisky flowers along the rim, not that he had the heart to tell him) lies a stack of slightly lopsided pancakes. Since Cas had become human, he had tried a few new human hobbies. He was now in his cooking phase. Dean has to admit that at least it is more successful than his knitting phase.

"It's okay buddy, don't worry about it.", Dean says gently patting Cas's shoulder, "Just let me clean this up."

While Cas protests that since he was the one that broke the plate in the first place, he should be the one to clean it up, Dean already bends down to pick up the pieces of the plate.

"Cas just let me do this, all right? I got this-"

Dean winces a little when the shard he picked up cuts his hand.

"Apparently not.", Cas deadpans, as he makes his way to one of the kitchen drawers.

Dean rolls his eyes. Blood has started to well up from the cut across his palm. Cas rustles through the drawer and pulls out a band Aid. 

"No Cas , that's not necessary-"

"Dean.” Cas gives him a stern look, head slightly tilted “I might not be able to heal you anymore, but let me at least help you."

"But-"

Cas grabs his arm firmly, stares him down and defiantly raises one eyebrow. The message is clear: You're not going anywhere Winchester.                                                                           

Dean, famously heterosexual, definitely doesn’t get turned on by that.

When he glances down at where Cas is holding his arm, he first notices it. The nails that are currently slightly digging in his skin, again, Dean definitely isn't turned on by that, are painted black.  Dean can't help but staring at it.

"Dude you're wearing nail polish.", Dean ever the detective cleverly observes.

 

Cas lets go of Dean's arm.

"Yes.", Cas simply states without looking up from Dean's hand as he carefully applies the band Aid. 

He has nice hands. Dean realizes. They are strong and his now black nails, that are slightly longer than Dean's, seem to emphasize how long his fingers are. He wonders how Cas's hands would look fisting his flannel as he crowds Dean up against his bedroom wall. 

Okay that's new. He feels his face and the tips of his ears grow hot. 

He shakes his head and clears his throat. "Huh.", Dean huffs, not knowing what to say, still recovering from whatever the hell just happened.

Dean can feel Cas's warm, slightly calloused fingertips gently tapping on his palm. Wherever they touch his skin ,Dean swears he can feel a little shocks of electricity . He wonders if it is a remain of Cas his old grace.

Before Cas retracts his hand, his fingers linger a bit on his palm. 

"It looks good on you, you know. The nail polish." Dean swallows nervously, not used to handing out compliments. 

"Thank you Dean." Cas smiles up at him.

It has been a while since Cas had last smiled like that. A genuinely happy gummy smile. Dean had not realised how much he had missed seeing that smile until now. 

He notices Cas his fingers linger a bit on his palm before Cas retracts his hand.

Dean smiles back at him . He can't help but think that maybe it is not so bad to let Cas take care of him more often.

-----

Later that night, Sam slumps down the kitchen and flops himself on the chair across from Dean. He groans and puts his head in his hands. He is so fucking tired. He has been driving all day to get back to the bunker after a case that disappointingly turned out to be just another salt and burn. It was quite a contrast with how excited he had been when he walked out the door this morning when his stupidly overprotective brother had finally decided he had recovered enough to take on a case by himself.

He looks back up and yawns. Dean seems currently occupied with tracing a pink band Aid with his fingers.  He's smiling absentmindedly.

"Do you and the band Aid need some alone time?", Sam teases him.

Dean jerks up and starts blushing. Sam laughs.

"Seriously though, what happened?"

Dean seems to take a little too long not to be suspicious before he replies.

"I cut my hand no big deal."

"Right, and then you decided to put a band Aid on it?" Sam asks, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Yes." Dean says a little too briefly, he quickly takes a gulp of his beer.

"And you picked the pink band Aid with little hearts on it?"

Dean shrugs and plasters a smug smile on his face. "It brings out my eyes."

Sam rolls his eyes and decides not to push it. He's too tired anyway.

He yawns again. "Anyway, I'm going to get some sleep." Sam rubs his eyes with the back of his hands and gets up.

"Good Night Bitch."

"Jerk."

Sam makes his way down the hallway with his eyes already half closed, longing for his bed, when he fully walks into Cas.

"Sorry.", he mumbles sleepily. Cas eyes him worryingly.

"Are you okay, Sam?. You look terrible." 

Sam laughs at the utter bluntness of the former angel's words. "I am, Cas. Just tired that's all. Was just about to head off to bed."

Cas nods. "Good Night, Sam.

" 'Night, Cas."

Sam is walking off towards his bedroom when Cas calls over his shoulder.

"We are out of band Aids by the way, Dean accidentally hurt himself so I put the last one on his hand."

Sam laughs and facepalms, as he remembers the flustered look on his brother's face. Of course.

"I'll buy some new ones tomorrow.", he promises a confused Cas, who can't understand why Sam thinks this is so funny.

---

When Sam walks into the kitchen the next morning he finds a note. It reads:

Could you also bring a new bottle of black nail polish? :)

Castiel.

[devilsanddarlings]

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” (cindy to ziggy)

@lcveblossomed

“Yeah, well…you should see what the other guy looks like,” Ziggy told her sister a touch defiantly. “Ow!” Hissing in pain as Cindy applied the antiseptic to her bleeding knuckles, the redhead released her bottom lip from between her teeth and instinctively jerked away from the sting.

“Let’s just say a few guys at school don’t exactly approve of me dating Nick.” Ziggy quietly admitted when she realized her hasty movement had caused her sleeve to ride up a bit, revealing the finger shaped bruises on her arm. “They shot their mouths off, and I knocked their teeth down their throat as payback.”

[myfavouritelunatic]

The Blacksmith

And so begins the aftermath of the battle...

Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: A little bit of smut. Just a little. 😜

Links to Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten. Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Five, Twenty-Six, Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, Twenty-Nine, Thirty, and Thirty-One!

Chapter Thirty-Two

The darkness inside you subsided as you watched on intently to see if Theo would survive. The men who had stood guard at the hall's entrance parted, urging those inside the doors to tear down the barricade. Moving quickly inside, blood dripping profusely from Theo's back as Arondir carried him, he laid him down on the nearest table, Bronwyn screaming for supplies. A man you did not know handed Bronwyn a rag, which she used to apply pressure on the wound and hopefully stop the bleeding.

Galadriel knelt down beside Theo then, her blonde hair damp with sweat from the fight, and she gazed upon him with calm eyes, a reassuring smile blooming on her face. Running her hand through Theo's hair softly, tucking it behind his ear, you took in his pallid complexion. "You're going to be alright, I am certain." the she-elf spoke defiantly to the boy, who struggled to manage a smile in response, his lips trembling, eyes wincing from the pain. Galadriel whispered words in Quenya to him, but you could not make out what they were or their meaning. You imagined it to be a prayer of some kind, beseeching The One to secure Theo's health.

It was then you noticed Halbrand was not with you. Your eyes searched the hall for his crown, and after a few moments you found him. To your surprise, he was helping the rest of the survivors get the assistance they needed, walking between his people to ensure they were being cared for. It surprised you only because you expected Sauron was still present. But just as your own darkness had receded, so too had his. You locked eyes with him from where you stood, and took in his hazel orbs looking back at you. A small smile aimed at you before he turned back to his people in need.

You also turned back to the harrowing scene before you, placing a tender arm on Bronwyn's back, but she shirked it off, rejecting your comfort. This took you aback a moment, but you considered her reaction to be understandable, given her only child might be dying. She needed her full focus on the task at hand. "Arondir, can you retrieve the athelas from my pouch?" The elf did so without response, and you watched as Bronwyn moved fast to crush it within her fist, before lifting up the rag momentarily and placing the herb on the wound before returning the pressure again. Blood had trickled down Theo's back in that brief moment, and even though he was still bleeding, you were pleased it was no longer gushing from him. Bronwyn's treatment was working. But had he lost too much blood already?

Galadriel was still lightly brushing a hand through Theo's hair, the other one gripping his left hand tightly. Theo's eyes were closed as consciousness appeared to have fled from him, though he was still alive, as his torso rose and fell with the lungs that still took air into them. "Bronwyn… will he live?" you dared to ask, unable to shake your fears for the boy. She responded quietly without looking at you. "Yes. I believe he will." At that moment you felt Halbrand at your side, his hand immediately in yours, his kiss atop your head. "Come my love, give them some space to care for him. There's nothing you can do."

Suddenly, your stomach dropped. "Where are my brothers?!" you cried out, scanning the room frantically. Unable to make them out anywhere in the crowd, you let go of Halbrand and began to search for any sign of them. You hadn't seen them at any point during the fighting, so you assumed they had remained inside the hall where it was safest. Although, it would not shock you if Târikun had found a way out into the battle. He loved a good fight, no matter the opponent. Their names passed your lips, as loud as you could muster, your eyes stinging with the mixture of tears and sweat on your face.

Eventually, a broad smile entered your expression, as you saw Târikun hailing you over to where he stood. Reaching him, the two of your shared an immediate embrace, relief washing over you. However, that relief was short lived. Azrahin spoke your name from where he lay on the bench at your feet. His right thigh was covered in blood, a tourniquet wrapped around it. "Azrahin!" you cried, dropping to the floor. "What happened? Are you going to be okay?" "He'll live." spoke Târikun confidently. "I was outside the hall when the orcs first attacked. One of them got me before I could retreat to find a weapon."

You inspected his wound more closely, and noticed his blood was beginning to dry, the red liquid spilling from him no longer. "You're a lucky man, Azrahin." Halbrand declared to his brother-in-law. "Lucky that orc had terrible aim, more like." he countered. "What about you, sister?" You saw his eyes dart first up to your bloody head then down to the partly red and black skirt of your wedding gown. It was the first time you had even thought of your leg wound since it happened, as the pain from your head had taken over. Widening the slit of fabric, you saw the gash that ran down your right shin. The bleeding had ceased, the only consequence you might suffer would be a lengthy scar upon your skin. "I hope you ended the bastards that did that." Azrahin stared up at Halbrand, his voice indicating a tip towards anger.

"Oh don't you worry. I did." your love confirmed with a smirk. In that moment, with your darkness now back in the depths of its cage, your mind locked onto one person. Garion. Halbrand had murdered Garion. Olwenna's smiling face appeared to you then, in memories of your joyous time travelling on the road together. You remembered how kind Garion was, to everyone, no matter if they were kin or stranger. You remembered that playful nature he had with the children, teasing them about their dessert back at the inn. You remembered the way he and Olwenna had gazed at each other adoringly. You remembered his blank stare as he lay unmoving, the last expression he would wear now forever in death.

Halbrand had smirked at Azrahin as he spoke of committing this act. Was he glad for the man's demise? Did he feel no remorse? Or was Sauron speaking for him now, the dark lord who had saved his dark queen? You supposed you should be thankful for the knowledge that no more innocent lives were lost at your hands. Besides, Halbrand was only defending you, protecting you. You had done the same for him in the past. Your scales were balanced.

You could hear mournful cries coming from near the entrance to the hall. People had started to do the noble thing and bring inside the bodies of the dead so their loved ones could begin to grieve. It was only a matter of time now before Olwenna discovered the love of her life was gone. And the shameful thing was, you couldn't move an inch to be the one to tell her. You didn't want to risk planting any seeds in her mind that either you or Halbrand had been behind the killing. 'Orcs' had taken Garion's life, and it needed to remain that way. You felt sick.

"Azrahin, can you walk?" you asked him, hopeful. "I might be able to, with some assistance." he nodded at Târikun, who just rolled his eyes. "Good. Let us go." "Go?" spoke Halbrand, unsure of your decision. "I do not feel well, my love. I must retire for the night." "Do you want me to come with you?" he asked, gently cupping your face, and you noticed the ring against your skin once more. "No, our people need their king, now more than ever. We may not have the wedding night we desire…" you clasped his face in your hands, his stubble brushing against them as you pulled him closer to you. "…but there is always tomorrow night." "And the next night…" "And the next…"

Just as your lips finally met, Târikun interjected. "Yes okay we get it, you're in love, you're married. Can we go?" You felt Halbrand smile against you as the kiss ended. Releasing each other from your touch, you moved to help Târikun get Azrahin to his feet. "I'll be back at the same inn, Halbrand, if you wish to come find me." "I thought you didn't want to stay there?" spoke up Azrahin, wincing a little with the slight pressure on his leg.

You glanced at your big brother, smiling. "I want to be close to mother. Besides, we've been making new memories there now." Halbrand gazed at you lovingly as you bid him farewell, and you began to wander slowly with your brothers through the masses. People stopped you here and there, wanting to make sure their queen was well. Soon you came upon Theo, Bronwyn, and Arondir once more, and noticed that the young boy seemed to be stable. The elf stood holding his love wordlessly. You bowed your head at him, and he responded in kind just as your mind drifted to the other elf in the hall. Stopping your brothers a moment, you turned around and scanned the room for Galadriel. When your eyes found her, only a few metres away, you saw her tending to other injured parties, offering whatever aid she could. She didn't see you watching her. Smiling, you placed Azrahin's arm across your shoulder once more, and resumed your journey back to the inn, looking forward to rest. Garion and Olwenna's faces followed your every step.

When next the sunshine found your face, you were surrounded by the warmth and comfort of your sheets, and your love. Eyes opening slowly, you took in Halbrand's sleeping form beside you, watching his immaculate chest rise and fall peacefully. The rest you had gotten must have been sorely needed, for you had no recollection of Halbrand joining you in bed. All you remembered was saying goodnight to your brothers before washing the dry blood from your head, face, and leg, and lying down finally, desperately begging the ghost of Garion to leave you be.

You had relived the moment of his demise as you slept, remaining torn, but filled mostly with sorrow for his loss. Thinking of him again now as you gazed at the man who crushed his neck, reality began to set in that he was truly gone forever, and that Olwenna was now a widow. Would you even be able to face her? She had given you her friendship and her loyalty, to you and to Halbrand. She did not care if he was Sauron or not. And not for the same reasons as Bronwyn. But because she felt she knew him, and knew you too. Yet now… you had committed the ultimate crime against her, betraying her. Perhaps Galadriel was right, there was no light left in you.

Galadriel… your heart ached for her. You hoped against all hope that she was beginning to see the truth. And given the fact that you and Halbrand were presently still alive and intact, that had to mean something good. Considering the she-elf had been allowed to roam free, at your own behest. You knew you had made the right decision, regardless of Halbrand disagreeing. She had been an essential ally to have during the battle last night, with many lives still breathing today thanks to her actions, thanks to yours. Hopefully Galadriel witnessing you and Halbrand fighting against the orcs had been enough to sway her to reason. For now… you did not think you would be able to convince her again.

Desperate for distraction, you let your hand gently wander along Halbrand's torso, your touch feather light as it moved over his warm skin. Only a few seconds of this passed before your love stirred from his slumber, breathing deeply through his nose a moment as he turned to face you, his hazel eyes opening. You nuzzled up into him without any hesitation, and he enveloped you with his body, comforting heat radiating out from within him. Kissing the skin your lips were met with, he sighed and gave you a squeeze. "How did you sleep?"

"Not as bad as expected. My body was completely drained enough to bypass the persistent thoughts of… what happened last night." Halbrand kissed the top of your head before letting you slide up to face him, your noses barely inches apart as you laid on the same downy pillow. "Garion tried to kill you, my love." he spoke adamantly. "If I had not arrived when I did, or acted how I did…" You watched as his face began to twist in anger a moment, before returning to its previous state. "I know," you started, fearful for the discussion to follow. "But aren't you concerned for us? We let the darkness take hold again, Halbrand. For the first time in a long time yes, but it happened."

You searched his eyes, watching as he considered your words and their meaning. "And for the first time… no innocent lives were lost." he countered you. "That is progress, is it not? We fought together, side by side as king and queen, our darkness under our control. Only using it to destroy our enemies." Listening to Halbrand reconciling Garion's murder in this way was actually convincing you that progress had been made. He was right. No innocent lives had been lost at your hands. Garion had attacked you, whatever innocence remained in him forfeited by his actions. "But… Olwenna…" you reminded him.

"We will comfort her, give her whatever she needs. Assure her that her husband made a noble sacrifice in saving your life. There is nothing we can do to change what has happened. We can only support those that grieve now, as we move forward." Tears couldn't help but form in your eyes. "Why did he have to do that? Why couldn't he listen to me?" Halbrand stroked your cheek gently, comforting you. "Vengeance is a force that can rarely be reckoned with."

"Speaking of vengeance… what of Galadriel? What did you say to her in the jail?" Your subject change keeping your grief from falling down your face. "Oh we reminisced about old times, yelled at each other, glared at each other. The usual." "Halbrand." you chastised him. He smirked at you, "I'm telling you the truth. It was not pleasant. Although, one vital point I made amongst it all she found incredibly difficult to deny." "Which was?" "That she is not without darkness herself." Your eyes widened at his words. "I reminded her of something she once said to me: 'sometimes to find the light, we must first touch the darkness.' No one being on this Middle-earth is either one or the other, not even the Lady Galadriel herself. The shadow cannot exist without the sun." "And the dawn must always follow the night."

"Precisely. I'm beginning to understand our purpose even more, my love. We can remain in the light, yes, but we can also use our darkness to our advantage. We can control it, and make it a force for good. Last night is proof of that possibility. And with Galadriel by our side once more… her destiny is intertwined with our own. She will serve us well. Strengthen us like we could only imagine."

You smiled then, a feeling of relief washing over you. Hope was flowing through you now, truly. With the two of you coronated, and Galadriel all but swayed, there were no loose ends hanging over you. The truth of Halbrand's identity was even out in the open now, his people knew him to be Sauron, and it seemed they did not care. You and your love were allowed to lay here, legs wrapped around each other in this comfortable bed, as husband and wife, king and queen, with only a bright future ahead of you.

Though there was one thing missing. Not taking your eyes off your love, you let your hand wander slowly down his body, beneath the sheets, beneath his waist, taking his manhood in your grip. Halbrand let out a small gasp at the sensation of you stroking him, and it wasn't long until he was completely aroused. "We still haven't consummated this marriage…" you breathed seductively. Halbrand grinned at you before closing the gap between your lips. He kissed you ravenously and deeply, causing you to moan as his tongue moved over your own. Your movements on him never stopped, only increasing with the kiss you were losing yourself to.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

You heard Târikun calling your name from behind the wooden door. Halbrand broke the kiss. "It seems the world wants to keep us apart, my love." "Just ignore him, he'll go away." you uttered quickly before crashing your lips into his once more.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Silly sister!" you heard Târikun bellow, unwavering. Sighing, you reluctantly released Halbrand's length as he released your lips from his. He smiled at you, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Sorry. I shall have to see what he wants." "Don't be. We'll have tonight, my love." He kissed you quickly on your forehead as you rose up out of the bed, clothing your body in your nightgown. You glared at Târikun as you opened the door to him. "Sorry to disturb, your highnesses," "No you're not." you retorted.

Târikun couldn't help but snicker. "No I'm really not. But as it turns out, it seems a lot of the townspeople are asking for their king and queen. There's talk of a feast this afternoon to celebrate the victory over the orcs." Your brother's words caused Halbrand to sit upright as you turned to smile at him. "I thought it would be best to let you both know." You placed your hand on Târikun's arm. "Thank you, brother. We'll be down shortly." "Will you though?" he jested, winking. You just rolled your eyes and closed the door on his giggling face. "I should go check on Azrahin. Then I suppose it's off to the hall?"

Halbrand was up and dressing himself in a deep red tunic, and dark walnut coloured trousers. "Before that," he spoke, striding towards you, taking your face in his hands, "There is a place we have to see." "What's that, my love?" "Our home." Pride filled his voice as he let his lips graze yours again, the sweetest of flavours, the taste of royalty.

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Fiction Turned Reality

Randy Orton x OC

Part 4

summary - two wrestlers are put in a storyline and it quickly becomes real

warnings - SMUT!, filming, cocky randy xx

word count - 1.2k

kat's pov

i sat back so that i was on his thighs and his grip moved from my waist to my thighs making me gulp slightly, my hands then found their way on top of his.

"this is going to make work much easier" randy spoke up smirking making me nod, i was at a lost for words.

he leaned forward so that our chests were almost touching before he tilted his head ever so slightly and looked at lips.

"words baby" he whispered and i opened my mouth to talk but nothing came out making him smirk as he moved one of his hands to the back of my head before roughly shoving my head forward to connect our lips.

he parted his legs and i lifted my legs in between them so i was kneeling on the couch between his legs, he pulled away and raised an eyebrow at me.

i was kneeling in front of him, still level with my hands supporting me on his thighs.

"strip for me then get back in this exact position" he told me deathly serious making me gulp but get excited at his tone making me scramble up before slowly taking off my onsie giving him a show.

i was in my underwear now and he slapped his thigh indicating for me to come back.

i sat back in the same position and he smirked chuckling as he pulled his phone out, he lifted the phone right in front of his face to take a photo of me with his thighs still in it.

i looked at the camera innocently before he threw the phone to the side and grabbed my arms pulling me closer and i wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he attacked my lips with his own.

his hands travelled from my face down my body until they stopped on my waist giving it a squeeze before reaching behind me and grabbing my ass making me lean closer to him, so my tits were against his chest.

he pulled away from the kiss momentarily to take his shirt off and i marveled at the chest and abs i got to see everyday at work.

as if i wasnt in control anymore i started to kiss down his jaw, left a few hickeys on his neck then kissed directly down the middle of his chest before kissing all his abs while unbuckling his belt.

he smirked as he threw his head back as i pulled his trousers down his legs as they flopped to his ankles, he let out a short breath as i palmed his hard cock over his boxers.

he looked back down at me and i started to pull his boxers down and his hard cock rest against the bottom of his stomach reaching up half way of his abs.

i bit my lip at the size before grabbing his cock and applying pressure to it before picking up from the balls to the tip making him let out a short chuckle while smirking.

i pulled away from his cock and got onto the floor so i was kneeling level with his cock as he sat forward to kiss me and he pulled away and slapped his cock onto my tongue.

"stay like that" he stated keeping his cock on my tongue before grabbing his phone again and taking a close up video of him slapping his cock on my tongue making me smirk.

to his surprise i took his whole length into my mouth while he was still filming and he let out a short moan at the suprise warmth and he moaned as i took his whole length up and down.

"jesus christ kat keep going" he moaned bucking his hips up into my mouth and i gripped his thighs tightly defiantly going to leave a mark.

he grabbed my hair with one hand and started roughly mouth fucking me to his own accord making me gag and he just smirked at this, while still filming.

"yes!" he shouted as i opened my mouth and he lathered my tongue in his cum painting it white, all on video.

"such a good fucking girl" he stated stroking my face before slapping me making me giggle and climb back up to him and he stopped filming.

i took my bra off while straddling him so his cock was pressing against my clothed clit and he watched as my tits bounced after being freed and he attacked them before my bra had even hit the floor.

"randy!" i gasped pleasurably as he bit and sucked on my tits roughly, he was definitely a rough lover.

he ripped my panties off with ease making me gasp as his fingers broke through the wall of wetness surrounding my pussy as he contiuned to attack my tits.

he roughly shoved a finger up my pussy making me jolt suprise and before i could adjust he bit down hard on my nipple making me cry out in pain which he just smirked onto my tit.

he was switching between my nipples and tits while leaving hickies all over my chest while he added more and more fingers to my pussy spreading me.

but i whined as he pulled all his fingers out and he looked up at me smirking pulling away from my tits.

he set his phone up on a pillow and began recording through the front camera as he grabbed his cock and lined it up with my pussy before shoving me down onto it making me gasp loudly.

i leaned back on his cock and began riding him as he laughed at my state, tits bouncing everywhere, moaning on his cock.

he used his thumb to toy with my clit as i lost the control in my body and i started to slow down which randy scowled at.

he grabbed my waist harshly and started bouncing me on his cock roughly making me support myself with his thighs behind my body as i threw my head back with my eyes closed.

as he bounced me on his cock he began to buck his hips back up and down into me and i was losing my mind.

loud moans and randy's name all left my mouth while he was laughing while grunting with his mouth open slightly as he blinked hard.

"fuck i'm cumming!" i shouted as randy started slamming into me harder making me scream in pleasure as i creamed all over his cock as it stuck to his pubes on the way down.

"fuck yeah baby, i'm cumming too" he stated while laughing before riding his orgasm out into my pussy as he threw his head back while moaning my name loudly.

i relaxed onto his chest and he kissed my cheek and smirked to the camera before stopping it and i rolled my eyes while smiling.

"you just had to film it didn't you?" i asked him smirking as i lifted my body above him so it cock slipped out my pussy.

"you know it baby" he smirked kissing me before i gasped as he used his fingers to push all his cum back into my pussy making me bite his lip.

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hey yo my friend, long time no see, how you doing? i can ask for 19 and/or 20 for the writing warm up prompts please? 💜

hi friend! doing okay and glad to be dipping toes back into fandom waters <3 #20. wearing their lover’s clothes! (also, “can I get my shirt back? ’'no.”)

Samantha Carter, it turns out, is a no-good, dirty rotten thief. He suspected her when he'd returned to the commissary to find his plate of fries a few handfuls short and his second-in-command looking suspiciously like the cat got the canary, greasy fingers and lips and all.

It escalates from there.

On their return from their stint in 1969, smelling like pot and incense and sweat , he'd returned to the locker room with wet hair and a towel around his waist to find most of his 60s-era clothing gone. He hadn't thought anything of it at the time, figured the eggheads collected it as part of mission artifacts and they were folded and labeled in a storage vault somewhere.

Except when he gets topside and walks towards his truck, ready for a cold beer to ease the ache of time travel, he sees Captain Carter astride a rumbling beast of a motorcycle clad in a suspiciously familiar leather jacket. Where it had been snug on him in the 60s, it swamps her form. Something low in his gut twists at the sight of seeing her wearing his clothes--however brief a time they were his. And the sight of her now--leather jacket and long legs and looking entirely too tempting and dangerous--is enough to make him question every fraternization reg in the book.

He slid his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and twirled his keys around his finger, aiming for nonchalant as he made his way towards her, raising his voice over the rumble of her engine. "Nice jacket you got there, Carter."

There was only a flash of chagrin on her face before she shrugged, fingers plucking at the soft, worn leather. "Vintage is in these days, sir. And, well, it doesn't get more vintage than this."

"Hey," he said sharply. "Easy with the vintage. Some of us were around when that jacket was new."

She ducked her head, biting back a smile. "Yes, sir."

(He should report her for removal of property of the Stargate program, but he's always been a pretty firm believer that rules are generally meant to be broken and she really, really does look good in that jacket. He steps back and watches her go, revving her engine and disappearing around the corner with a backwards glance at her stunned CO.)

On P3X-229, he finds the front pocket of his pack suspiciously light and Major Carter covered in his favorite brand of sunscreen--the kind that smelled just a little bit like coconuts and bananas that the Air Force refused to spring the extra couple bucks for. When he stepped into her personal space and gave a dramatic sniff, she had the gumption to raise an eyebrow at him, chin jutting defiantly as if daring him to say something.

(He made sure to pack an extra tube in his pack for her next time. It was more protective than the standard issue crap and maybe it did a little something to him to know that he was doing this for her--his fair-skinned Major who started burning exactly sixty-one minutes in the sun. The fact that she smelled like summers at the cabin didn't hurt either.)

On her first real trip to the cabin--after Pete and Kerry and all the things they left unsaid finally said--she sits beside him on the dock of his cabin, cold beer in her hand and smelling of his own personal brand of sunscreen (this time given freely and applied in messy swipes of his hands over her shoulders and neck). She stretches out leisurely and presses her bare thigh against his, the contact of skin sticky in the heat. He squeezes her knee and leans over to brush his lips over her rapidly freckling shoulder.

"You should go inside, Carter. You're mottling like a banana."

She gave him an unimpressed smile. "A banana? Real nice." Another brush of his lips against her skin had her relenting, melting against his side. "A few more minutes and then we'll both go in."

"This is not a negotiation, Sam," he argued, voice dropping the teasing tone and instead replacing it with concern. Old habits die hard. "You're going to burn and you'll be miserable and then--"

But Sam is two steps ahead--when isn't she?--and curls her fingers against his jaw and lifts his mouth to hers, kissing him softly, hungrily. She tastes of sun and salt and all thoughts of going inside disappear with each brush of her tongue against his, each soft searching press of her lips. No matter how many galaxies he travels to or planets he explores, each kiss and touch from Samantha Carter is the only adrenaline rush he needs.

As he presses forward, shifts in his chair to get closer, his fishing rod clattering to the dock so he can get his hand between her legs and the other in her hair, he feels a sudden pull and then she's gone from his arms.

He blinks stupidly for a minute until his lust-filled gaze clears and he sees Samantha Carter sitting in front of him looking deliciously self-satisfied and his favorite olive green cap--the one he was wearing until about five seconds ago--perched atop her head, her blonde hair curling beneath the brim.

She beams at him. "Ten more minutes," she counters, her tongue peeking out from behind her teeth in a too-wide, mischievous smile.

He huffs, faux-annoyance coloring his tone as he reaches for his favorite hat on his favorite person. "Give that back, you kleptomaniac."

But she dodges out of reach, laughing and pulling the bill of his hat--now her hat--further down on her head. "No," she argues.

He could argue, he thinks, reach over and scoop her up and throw her in the empty lake or carry her back to the cabin and strip her of every piece of clothing she has except for his baseball cap (and actually, yeah, he'll put a pin in that). Instead, he leans back in his chair and watches her and realizes he's forgotten one last count of theft against her:

She stole his heart.