#turns out it wasn't as quick as i thought

[drewswife]

                                              The little things

summary: when Rafe notices the little thing Y/n does to reassure him she isn't going anywhere.

Contains:  fluff, Rafe needs reassurance and y/n gives it to him, rafe being vulnerable

A/N: enjoy!

Rafe always felt a pang of anxiety when Y/n left the house. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, it was just that the world felt a little less secure when she wasn't by his side. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn't shake the feeling.

One day, as Y/n was heading out the door for work, she noticed the worried look on Rafe's face. She smiled and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug. "Don't worry, baby," she whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'll be back before you know it."

Rafe hugged her back tightly, burying his face in her hair. "I know," he mumbled, "but you just... you mean so much to me."

Y/n pulled back and looked into his eyes, her own filled with love. "I know, Rafe," she said softly. "And I mean just as much to you."

She leaned down and kissed him gently, then pulled away and smiled. "Now go back to work," she said playfully. "I don't want you to be late."

Rafe chuckled and ruffled her hair. "You're the best," he said, then turned and went back to his desk.

As Y/n drove to work, she thought about Rafe's words. She knew he was just being silly, but she also knew that he meant it. She loved him just as much as he loved her, and she would never do anything to hurt him.

When she got to work, she went straight to her desk and pulled out her phone. She texted Rafe a quick message: "Thinking of you."

Rafe smiled when he saw the message. He knew that Y/n was thinking of him too, and that made him feel a little better.

Later that day, Rafe was working on a particularly difficult project. He was feeling stressed and overwhelmed, and he started to feel a little panicky. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Just then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see Y/n standing there, a gentle smile on her face.

"You okay?" she asked softly.

Rafe nodded, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at her, his eyes wide with relief.

Y/n smiled and sat down next to him. She put her hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm here," she said softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Rafe leaned his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes. He felt a wave of calm wash over him, and he knew that everything was going to be okay.

Y/n stayed with him until he finished his work. Then, she walked him to his car and gave him a long kiss.

"I love you," she whispered.

Rafe smiled. "I love you too," he said, then he got into his car and drove away.

As he drove home, Rafe thought about Y/n's words. He knew that she meant them. She was always there for him, no matter what. And that was all that mattered.

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[f1girliefics]

A New Chapter in Red

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: A new start for your husband, a new reason for more pictures.

The day felt unreal as you walked into the Ferrari headquarters hand-in-hand with Lewis. 

It was right after he posed next to the beautiful car.

The iconic prancing horse above the entrance and pride filled your chest. This was a big moment for him, a new beginning with Ferrari, and you couldn’t be happier to share it with him.

He walked around the office and said hi to a lot of people.

Everyone was super welcoming and kind.

Lewis looked amazing in his new team uniform, the bright red and white suit making him look every bit the champion he was. 

Your champion.

His smile was easy, but you could see a hint of nerves in his eyes.

“You’re staring,” he teased, glancing at you with a smirk.

“I can’t help it,” you said, holding up your phone to take another picture. “You look perfect.”

“If I knew you’d turn into my personal paparazzi, I might have left you at home.”

“Not a chance,” you said, snapping a quick shot as he adjusted his shirt. “This is history in the making, and I’m not missing a second of it.”

Lewis shook his head, but his grin stayed. 

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re incredible,” you replied. “Look at you, standing here in red. You’ve earned this.”

He softened, stepping closer and brushing his hand against your cheek. 

“I wouldn’t be here without you. You’ve been my rock through everything.”

“You’ve always had it in you, Lewis. Ferrari didn’t just pick anyone. They picked the best.” you smiled at him.

A team member called him over, and Lewis pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before walking away. 

You stayed back, watching as he greeted the crew, his charm and confidence lighting up the room. 

Of course, you pulled out your phone again to capture a few more shots of him. 

He belonged here, and it showed in every move he made.

You were happy to be taking pictures of it. Maybe you will make a photo book with all of them.

This day will be a big day in history.

Later, you found him in the garage, standing in front of the scarlet car that now bore his number. 

He seemed lost in thought, and you couldn’t resist wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

“You’re really loving this proud-wife role, aren’t you?” he said, his voice full of warmth.

“Always,” you said, resting your cheek against his back. “This is a big deal, Lewis. I’m so proud of you.” You felt his heart beat and even heart it.

He turned to face you, his hands settling on your hips. 

“I’m proud of us. I wouldn’t be here without your support. You’ve been my biggest cheerleader.”

“And I always will be.”

Lewis leaned down, kissing you softly. 

You both heard the flash of your phone camera, making both of you laugh.

“Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” he said, shaking his head.

“Nope. I want to remember this moment forever.” you said as you took yet another photo making sure the car was in the background.

Lewis always loved it when you took pictures of him. You smiled so sweetly behind the camera each time. A proud and happy wife.

Lewis was very nervous for his first day. He wasn't huge with big changes, but he knew some were needed.

It was new, but you were very excited for the future and the new season. 

A new chapter in red.

[anon-sect]

As Trevor was walking around the corner of the back lot of the office, he happened to notice Axel and Landon smoking weed on the premises. This was in strict violation of company rules. "You know you two aren't supposed to be smoking that stuff here." He spoke to them.

Axel and Landon both looked over at their coworker, Trevor. "Mind your own business. We won't get caught. We have been doing this for weeks." Landon replied. "Yeah, piss off, okay." Axel remarked back as well.

Trevor saw no need to say any more and walked off. It was really none of his business after all if they weren't caught yet.

Later that day, the manager had called everyone up to the main area. "As you all know, we have a strict no weed smoking on premisis. But there has been someone smoking in the back lot. We have found the buds on the ground." Owen paused for a moment. "Due to the plant odor, it's hard to smell the weed scent in here. So if anyone knows anything, they are encoursge to speak up." He finished and dismissed everyone.

Trevor went up to Axel and Landon. "You know I should report you two." He spoke softly so that only those two heard his words. "You would lose your jobs, I bet." He added.

Axel and Landon looked a little nervous. They were both already on their second strike for violating company rules. If there was a third, they would be fired for sure. That resulst they didn't want. "What do you want to keep your mouth shut?" Landon asked Trevor, hoping something reasonable. "Yes, anything, we don't need a third strike." Axel also pleaded for some mercy from his coworker.

Trevor thought about it. "Come by my office in ten minutes, and I will tell you. If you don't show, I might be persuaded to talk." He spoke as he walked off heading bakc to his office. He wanted them to pondoer their options.

Riight on time, Trevor saw Landon and Axel enter his office. "We are here, now what you want from us to keep your silence." Axel wanted to know so that this ordeal would be over with.

Trevor pulled out his phione and opened up his TF Pro Max app. "I want you two to be my perfect socks to keep my feet comfortable. I never had living socks before." He stated his request to the strange look on their faces.

"Let me get this straight. You want us to be literal socks willing?" Landon asked in disbelief. Trevor nodded back in response. Both laughed at the thought of being socks.

"I guess I should call the manager then." Trevor threatened while smiling back at them.

"Even if it was possible, It's worth keeping your silence. We will be your socks." Landon spoke, not believing that would ever happen.

Travor pointed his phone at both of them and hit the flash. Axel and Landon were instantly turned into a pair of whites socks. He went around his desk and picked up the socks from off the floor. "Nice, you both look perfect. I will wear you two for about a week. I will turn you back to normal then." He sat back down in his chair and took off his old socks in favor of his new living socks. He loved how the new socks felt on his feet. He wiggled his toes in them before putting his favorite sneakers back on his feet. He caught a quick scent of the odor from his shoes. He was glad he wasn't the one being stuck in that foul stench.

Landon was totally shellshocked. He was completely wrapped around Trevor's foot and trapped in the most foul prison he could possiby think of. The shoe smell so bad it almost made him pass out if he had a physical human body. He didn't believe it was even possible to literally be a sock, yet here he was on his coworker's foot. The insoles had been so worn in that he could tell that the shoes were worn very often. They reek of foot stench of years of use. He wanted to get away form the foul odor, but was powerless to do so.

Axel was mentally begging for mercy. He found feet to be disgusting. The worst torment in his mind was to be tied up and forced to smell another guy's foot. He saw that being turned into a sock was worse than that. He was trapped in as stench that smelled like rotten eggs and sour milk with no way of escape. The very foot kept him trapped in his shoe prison, which made him feel so degraded and humiliated. He would have rather the guy rat on them than this existence. The excruciating pain of being walked on made it unbearable in his mind. He was now just an object on his owner's foot. The fact that this would be for a whole week only to keep one secret made it not worth agreeing to this. He mentally pleaded for Trevor to change them back to normal. He didn't want to be a whole week on his foot.

THREE WEEKS LATER.....

Trevor relaxed in his office with his socked feet propped on his desk. He had been wearing the same pair of socks for the past three weeks. Someone had also noticed Landon and Axel smoking weed in the back lot and reported it to the manager two days after he had turned them into socks. Seeing how this would have been their third strike, their employment in the company would have been terminated anyway. At least as his socks, they still had a job. Their new job would forever be to comfort his feet and to absorb all his foot sweat and funk.

But Trevor did enjoy other uses for his living socks. They made good cum rags as well. He took advantage of that on multiple occasions over the past three weeks. He often thought about what his socks were feeling now that they were permanent footwear. Unfortnantly for them, he had erased their datat them moment he heard they were reported. There was no need to change them back to normal now. They were just better of as his dirty, smelly socks.

[kneazle]

More of the tsunami fic! Probably the weakest part (in my opinion) but I believe we're coming to a close with this soon maybe one more part? 😊 again thank you to everyone whose shown this love, I appreciate it more than you can imagine 💕

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part 1 • part 2

Tommy breathed heavily, cold seeping into his bones while his skin broke out in a sweat. It was an odd feeling, and one that didn't bode well for him. 

He didn't know how long passed since he lifted them onto the platform. His leg throbbed when there wasn't pain shooting up it, but he could do no more than he already had at the moment, having used his plaid button-up to stop himself from bleeding out like he was. There's no telling if it would hold, but it was something until he could get Jee to safety.

Tommy glanced down at where she was curled into his side and his heart clenched.

He looked up to the sky and closed his eyes for a brief moment. 

Please just let her be okay, please

The air was tense in the engine on the way to the pier. Worried glances were thrown his and Chimney's way but Buck avoided meeting those gazes.

They were on their way back from a quick call when it came in about the tsunami, everyone holding their breaths at the thought of another one. Buck felt their eyes on him and had grinned sadly, a weak joke about at least he wasn't there this time but not fully meaning it as another tsunami meant people hurt, lives lost. 

Until Chimney made a strangled noise from his seat. Choking out that Jee was at the pier with Tommy. That Tommy volunteered to watch her when Maddie got called in for a shift and their normal babysitter couldn't, and was planning on taking her there.

Buck's chest felt empty and constricting at the same time as Chimney spoke on the phone with Maddie for a few seconds. His worry burrowing inside, steadily growing at the sound of their voices. He didn't say a word but shared a look with Chim– yet what right did he have when this was their child? Bile rose in his throat that he pushed down, hands clenching. Jee and Tommy were god knows where and in what state, but Buck would do anything to trade places with them at this moment.

"Uncle Tommy Uncle Tommy!"

Tommy's eyes shot open, blinking rapidly at Jee's shouting and shoves. Fuck. He internally cursed at himself for not staying focused, having felt drowsy– no doubt an infection but there was no time to think more on it.

"Look!" 

He sucked in a breath. A boy of about seven or eight was coming their way yelling and crying for help, holding onto a board that was barely keeping him afloat. Tommy saw this little boy with soaked curls, wet black glasses that slid down his nose– and Tommy turned to Jee, "Stay right there Jee don't move!" He told her quickly.

Tommy jumped back into the water and grunted against the pain as he swam out enough, grabbing for the boy as soon as he was in reach. 

He didn't hesitate to cling to Tommy who held the young boy to him. "I got you buddy, I got you, hang on alright?"

Relief slammed into him so hard when they were all on the platform and Jee didn't move an inch, that Tommy let a tear escape mixing with the wetness of the water. Fear clawed its way in his chest.

"Thank you!" The boy coughed out, body giving a big shiver as his lower lip trembled.

"What's your name kid?" Tommy asked softly. "I'm Tommy and this is my best buddy Jee."

He rubbed at his nose, wiping water from his eyes. "D-Danny."

"Alright Danny, can I know who you came here with?" 

"My b-big brother, he- he got pulled away." Danny whimpered, and Tommy could have cried the way Jee scooted closer, her little hand coming to hold Danny's slightly bigger one.

Tommy wrapped two terrified children in his hold, trying to stay awake and focused on them and not the feeling of his body fighting for sleep with the piercing throbbing pain spreading through him.

Fear wasn't new to him– but this was an entirely new kind of fear he realized.

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[taabee]

Jealous little fish

Pair: Rafayel x Y/N reader

Warning: none, fem!reader, rafayel being cute and jealous, fluff stuff

If rafayel was regretting anything, it was the goldfish he had given you 3 months ago, as a gift to celebrate your move to his home. You had finally moved in with him, but if he could throw those fish down the toilet he would. But he couldn't, why?…because you wouldn't stop looking at them, taking care of them and even talking beautifully to them. ' You just talk nice to him' thought Rafayel, when Thomas tapped him on the shoulder and brought him out of his trance.

“Sir, we have to go now, or else we won't make it in time for the exhibition,” says Thomas. Rafayel was invited to an event, which he didn't want to go - . But he had to do it…somehow he had to generate money. “Yes I know…just give me 10 minutes” says rafayel, watching as thomas walks away and heads for the exit of the home. He approaches you, who was looking at her pets with great care and amazement. “baby?” rafayel speaks softly, trying to control his irritation. “mhhh?” you reply without taking your eyes off the fish. Rafayel takes a deep breath. “I'm going now…see you in a few hours” he says a little annoyed. You look at him, with a smile and move in for a kiss. But he turns his face away. For a moment, you were going to argue. But by his pout, and by the expression on his face. You can tell he's doing one of his tantrums. You stand a little on your toes, and give him a quick kiss on his cheeks. “Ok, enjoy yourself a lot, here I wait for you!!!” you speak, turning all your attention to your new pets.

Rafayel turns away quickly, even more annoyed. You didn't even ask him how he was, and why he refused your goodbye kiss. You simply ignored him. And if there was one thing Rafayel hated most, it was being ignored. He got into the car, where Thomas was waiting for him. And slamming the door very hard, “Start!” rafayel orders. Thomas says nothing, but laughs to himself. Rafayel was having a toddler tantrum right now. “When we leave the event, we'll buy a giant bowl of chlorine,” rafayel says. Crossing his hands and looking out.

The event ran smoothly, good business was done. But he kept looking at his phone all night. He was still waiting for you to text or call him.

Arriving home, Rafayel said goodbye to Thomas, telling him to go home and rest. Entering through the door, he saw that the lights were off. A few candles gave a quiet atmosphere. And only the light of the fish tank was the strongest. Giving a beautiful reflection, and something aquatic to the walls of his home. He had to admit that it reminded him of his old home…but there you were. Feeding your fish, as you turned to greet him.

“Hi love!!!” you run up to him, to wrap your arms around his neck. This time he wasn't going to deny you a kiss. Rafayel kissed you back, and moved his arms around your waist hugging you tightly over his body. “I missed you” he says softly, you can feel the weight of his head fall on your shoulder. “mmm you poor thing, you must be tired… but could you get more clients?” you ask, looking at rafayel for a moment, he had a tired smile on his face. “I have 12 clients…12 paintings to do” rafayel speaks, I feel you hug him.” Congratulations!” you snuggle more into his chest, both of you staying there for a moment.

“How about I set up the tub, and we take a long, relaxing bubble bath?” rafayel says, noticing how your eyes light up with joy. Both you and he needed to relax. “Perfect, go get everything ready…I'll go get something” you say, turning away from Rafayel, running towards his room. Rafayel chuckled a little, you didn't know what you were up to, but it was going to flow. Taking a quick glance at the fish tank, seeing how the fish were looking at him. “If you guys think you're competition for me…you're wrong” Rafayel speaks, as he begins to fill the tub. A tub that was in his own living room, a living room that was in his studio. Rafayel's house was complicated but beautiful.

“She will spend more time with you, but she prefers me,” touching the water to make sure it was good. Taking off his clothes, he laid them on the floor. “I'm going to cook you…and then” Rafayel hadn't noticed but you had already arrived in the room. You could see how he was arguing with the fish, and you didn't know how to react. “Rafa…” you speak, seeing how he looks at you with wide eyes. “Oh, my love…look, the tub is ready” Rafayel signals with his hands for you to join him. You shake your head slightly, ignoring what just happened.

Getting close to the bathtub. “Look…I bought these patches to reduce swelling. They're shaped like kitty whiskers” you show him the package, you were sitting on the edge of the tub. Rafayel makes a face, “I'm not going to use those” he says, while you pinch his nose a little. “Sure you are…they are good for you” you speak, as you get up to start removing your clothes. Rafayel adjusts a little, leaning back now on the edge of the tub. Enjoying the view. You may have lived just recently, but two years of relationship was more than enough for there to be that intimacy and trust that Rafayel so craved. He loved seeing you confident in front of him.

You take off your shirt, then your pants…and then proceed to take off your underwear. You glance at rafayel from time to time, he has a lovely look on his face…as if your whole being is a work of art, and he is just admiring it. “You are so beautiful” rafayel says in a low voice. “mmm do you think so?” you ask, as you step into the tub. Rafayel helps you a little, taking your hand. So that you can settle close to him. “Of course I do…every part of you, is a work of art” Rafayel comes closer to give you a soft kiss on the lips. “And so are you” you reply, nuzzling your nose with his. “Well…which one do you want?” you show him the packages, and rafayel has no choice but to accept. “I like this one,” he says, watching as you excitedly open the package.

About 20 minutes have passed, and you were lying on rafayel's lap, while playing with his hair, making him kitty ears with the help of the bubbles. While he simply enjoyed your attention. “You would make a very grumpy and scary kitty” you tease. “Ahh yes?” rafayel pulls you closer to him, tickling you a little. You both giggle in the process. The moment is interrupted when you hear a tapping of glass. You can see Rafayel pull away from you a little, and look back at the fish tank with a pout.

You laugh to yourself, but it was loud enough for Rafayel to hear. “Why are you laughing?” he asks, somewhat annoyed. “Are you jealous of …. some fish?” you look at him for a moment, you can notice how his cheeks turned red, and his face started to make that grimace he always did when he was on the edge of a tantrum. “No…how do you think!!!” he yells a little, letting go of you to cross his arms. He looked so adorable, fussing with his little kitty ears made out of bubble. You wanted to shower him with kisses. “Are you sure?” you tease him a little.

“Well…yeah, so what's up? Lately you're just looking at them, saying how cute they are and blah blah blah blah” rafayel explodes. You put your hand to your mouth, in order to control your laughter. “Don't laugh” complains rafayel, he was getting embarrassed by his behavior, but it was something he couldn't control. “Why do you think I would trade my great little merman for some fish?” you joke, moving closer to rafayel, so that your body lies fully on top of him. Wrapping your arms around his neck. Very close to his face, only to give him a soft kiss on his chin. “ They…ahhhh” he was frustrated.

You are silent for a moment, and trying to understand this sudden jealousy. He wasn't like that with other things…but with sea creatures. Rafayel felt that fish were competition for him…. you couldn't believe it. “They get all your attention, I just…I want your attention to be only for me,” Rafayel says, looking you in the eye. “Did I tell you that your eyes are beautiful?” you say suddenly. Seeing how rafayel's face breaks into a smile. “yes…about a thousand times” he laughs a little. As he hugs you closer. “I'm a fool, aren't I?” rafayel asks you.

“Yes, you are my dumbest little fish” you move in for a kiss, but rafayel stops you. Holding your chin with his hand. “Do you promise to love me forever?” he asks, you can see that look. One you had seen many times since you got together, always of fear and worry. “ Until eternity….even if you become a fish” you joke, and watch as he laughs. Catching your lips.

The fish stayed and the fish tank stayed in the same place….until eternity.

[entitled-fangirl]

Cowboy!Cregan 6

Summary: Cregan teaches her to ride a horse. Or... not.

Masterlist

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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"What do ya think?" He whispered in her ear. She could practically feel his smirk against her skin.

She clung to the saddle like a lifeline. She knew he only put her in front of him for his own enjoyment. 

One of his hands rested on her thigh, squeezing occasionally as a comfort. 

"It's… unusual."

"You're doin' well," he praised. "Few could ride a horse like this."

"You're quite literally holding me on the saddle, Cregan," she pointed out.

He shoved the reigns into her hands and held his hands up in a surrender. "Am I?"

"Cregan," she warned lowly.

She heard his chuckle and his heels pushed into the horse's ribs. The horse spurred on, moving into a gallop. 

She gripped the reigns so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Cregan's hearty laugh only grew but he let his hands move down her arms. 

It only lasted a moment because he grabbed her hands and tugged on the reigns, pulling the horse to a stop. 

The horse snorted as he did so, and she felt like she could finally take a breath. "Don't do that ever again."

"City girl," he teased her. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Care for me. Love me." She teasingly laid back against his chest. "Take me home and have your way with me."

"Oh yeah?" 

A shrug, as if she didn't know what she said was causing a heat to run down his body. "If you wanted."

"If I wanted…" he repeated softly to himself. "And what if I wanted something else?"

She craned her neck to look at him. "Like what?" She asked in a deadpan.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever met-"

"-Cregan."

His nose tucked into her hair. "And awfully smart-"

"-Cregan," she warned again.

"And I love you a lot, you know? You know that don't you?"

"Whatever you're doing, don't."

"Gotta tell me you know that," he ordered.

"I do, I do, but what-"

"-Then I'll know you'll have it in your heart to forgive me if I just…" He kissed her head and swung a leg over- abandoning her on the horse.

She watched in horror as he landed on the ground, his boots kicking dust up.

"See you at home," he grinned.

"Cregan. Cregan?" She asked worriedly. "I don't know how to-"

"-See you at home!" He called over his shoulder. He had begun to walk back towards the vague direction of the house.

"Cregan!"

"Be gentle with her."

She was growing worried. The horse snorted, cold and ready to go on a run. "I-I will," she eased.

"Wasn't talking to you." The cowboy rolled his shoulders back, stretching as he walked across the long field.

The house was at least a mile off.

So there she was- horse and rider. In the middle of a field. And she had no idea what to do.

…

She opened the door in anger. In her attempt to dismount in the stable, she'd stepped right in shit. 

But there was a warmth in the house that she couldn't ignore. And a smell.

Cregan emerged from the kitchen in a 'kiss the cook' apron the ranch hands had bought him as a joke. He didn't joke about it. He loved that thing. He eyed her up and down. "Came back better than I thought you would."

"That's all you have to say, Stark?"

He shrugged, disappearing back into the kitchen. "Go change and wash up. Dinner's in 15."

She sighed, pulling her boots off and leaving at the door. 

Once in their room, she noticed the outfit laid across the bed: Her favorite pjs, and Cregan's favorite bra and underwear she wore She rolled her eyes playfully. He was impossible, trying to charm her with dinner and still asking her to wear what he wanted.

She'd always do it.

A quick brush through her hair, followed by washing her face and running a cloth over the dirt on her arms, she dressed in time for dinner.

…

"Look at you, pretty girl," he mused when she walked in. "C'mere." Once in his arms, he laid a heavy kiss to her lips, just waiting for her rant. "Go sit down and I'll serve ya."

"I hate you."

She didn't mean it. They both knew that. He kissed her head. "I know. Go sit down."

After a few minutes, Cregan appeared- completely shirtless. He had a nice pair of Wranglers on and his favorite boots, hair tied up in her favorite way. He looked good.

A little too good.

"This isn't gonna win me over." She was determined to be strong.

"Really?" He questioned. He laid her plate in front of her.

"Really."

He bent down, leaning completely over and towering over her. His hand held the back of the chair, encasing her in. His face was inches from hers. "Really?" He asked again, this time in a huskier tone.

"R-really," she swallowed.

He took his time as his eyes flickered down to her lips and back to her eyes. "Shame," he grinned. God, his smile was stunning.

"You left me on a horse in the middle of bumfuck nowhere-"

He shot back up, completely amusement in his eyes as he defended himself. "A mile from the house, baby. A mile."

"And," she continued. "You laughed at it."

He began to giggle again, placing a hand over his chest when she glared. "Sorry, baby. It's just," the sentence was broken with another giggle. "You were so cute on that ole boy. I knew you'd figure it out." He turned the conversation around. "You said you wanted to learn to ride, right?"

"And leaving me to get bucked off is the way to teach? Some fucking teacher."

He brushed her jaw with his fingers. "He hasn't bucked a day in his life. He's the calmest horse I've ever owned."

She faked a deep sigh, like maybe she was holding in her anger. But in reality, she was a bit touched that he'd really cared that much. She shouldn't be. He's a thoughtful man in general. But she'd spent an hour out in the field, thinking he'd just left her without a care.

He retreated back to the kitchen, re-emerging with his own plate and a shirt on. 

As he sat down, she grinned. "What happened to dinner and a show?"

Cregan shrugged. "You didn't want a show."

"Oh, I assure you I do."

"Eat."

She scoffed, pointing her fork in his direction. "You're just rude, Farmer Stark."

She knew he hated when she called him that. The first time, it'd caused a thirty minute rant on how "there's a difference between a farmer and a rancher, baby."

He threw her a playful glare. "Well, that's no way to get the show rescheduled."

She deadpanned. "Stark, you know what I'm wearing underneath this. You'll put back on that show after dinner or there'll be riots in the streets."

"What streets?"

"The ones leading up to the bedroom. Now, take off your shirt and eat this wonderful dinner."

He pretended to be annoyed. He wasn't. In the slightest. He was quite turned on. 

He sighed, pulling his shirt off and beginning to eat. He muttered a soft, "Hope I get dessert for this."

"Could always take a different approach to this horse riding thing," she wondered aloud. "Save a horse and all..."

He choked on his food.

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[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Little Spoon || Jonathan Crane x Reader Drabble

Inspired by an ask and dedicated to that person Please don't mind any errors, this was quick and unedited. Enjoy <3

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It had been a nice night with Jonathan, not only did he cook you his "in"famous fried chicken, but he made mash potatoes from scratch and they were so creamy and buttery!! After dinner the two of you watched a vintage horror flick from his collection. But what happened after, surprised you.

While the movie was great, albeit a bit corny for today's age, You and Jonathan still had a few good chuckles. Now you two had grown tired after a nice "date" at his farm house, and you simply thought he'd escort you home. Instead though, it seemed as if he couldn't let you go. He didn't say it, but you could tell he wasn't quite ready to say goodbye.

Jonathan looked at you, and held out his arm as if to usher you into his grasp. But you, well, you had other plans. You two have snuggled before but Jonathan was always the big spoon. Tonight, you wanted to change that.

You smiled coyly, and held out your arm in retaliation. "Why not let me hold you this time?" Jonathan looked at you, blinked slowly like a cat, and kind of turned uneasily in his expression. What you didn't know was that he was apprehensive to be seen as vulnerable or lesser. Jonathan spoke gently and tried to ask you if you could cuddle the same as always, but you weren't having it tonight

"Please, let me hold you. I promise you'll like it. I mean--I do, after all"

He signed at your words, but relented

"Just this once; if I hate it, never again."

But he didn't hate it. He laid into your arms and you rearranged it so he could be held with his legs dangling from the dusty old couch. For a few moments it seemed as though he was anxious, but you have him a comforting tightened hug and as soon as he felt your chin in his brow he seemed to relax. Maybe things would be okay.

And that's how you both ended up falling asleep shortly thereafter. And you didn't wake up til late morning the next day. It was nice, especially for Jonathan. He had never felt the love of another in such a way, so much so that maybe that night, he discovered that he too, is worthy of affection

[a-most-beloved-fool]

For the writing prompts;

19. For luck - Rom and Leeta

"And then," Bashir was saying - though in truth, Rom was paying only half attention, far too busy thinking about Leeta - "she came right up to me, and kissed me on the lips!"

"Oh, she did, did she?" Chief O'Brien said, scoffing good-naturedly.

"It's true!" Bashir insisted, though he didn't look insulted by the Chief's doubt. He was smiling into his glass, seeming quite delighted by the disbelieving frown on O'Brien's face.

Rom didn't quite understand what was supposed to be so 'unbelievable' about the story. In fact - "It seems pretty believable to me," he said. "Doctor Bashir's always kissing beautiful women." (Including, at one point, Leeta - though not anymore, Rom thought with some pleasure.)

"Yes, but this one was out of his league," the Chief said, batting his hand playfully across the table.

Bashir just smiled bashfully, ignoring the swipe. "Ah, well. You're right about that. She wasn't really interested in me after all. Turns out, she'd just misconstrued the human concept of a 'good luck kiss'".

"Ohh! A 'good luck kiss'!" Rom said eagerly. Then, after a pause, "Uh, what's a 'good luck kiss'?"

The Chief sat back, idly crossing his arms. "Well, it's pretty much exactly what it sounds like. It's a kiss that you give someone to wish them luck."

"Oh," Rom said, considering that. Luck was always a good thing to have. Perhaps... "Oh! Leeta!" He stood, sending his chair clattering backwards. "I'll be back!" he shouted, then raced from Quark's bar, ignoring his brother's parting shout out dismay.

He needed to find Leeta.

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"Leeta! Waaaait!" Rom hollered, shuffling through the crowded promenade as quickly as he could manage, chasing after her familiar voice. "Leeta! I need to give you something!"

This would be easier, he thought, if Bajorans could hear as well as Ferengi could.

But, at last, Leeta stopped, turning to find him. "Rom? Rom, what's the matt-"

The rest of her sentence trailed off into a hum as Rom reached up, pulling her down to plant a kiss square on her lips. One of her hands cupped Rom's cheek, soft. Rom didn't really know how long a 'good luck kiss' was supposed to last for - he really should have gotten more details before running off (for example, does it need tongue? Bashir never specified.) - but he thought that this should satisfy it.

He pulled away, grinning toothily up at his wife. "Hi, Leeta," he said.

She smiled down at him, cheeks flushed and lovely as always. "Hi, Rom. What was that for?" she asked, looking bemused and delighted.

"It's a kiss," Rom said, perhaps unnecessarily. "For luck," he added. "It's a hoo-man tradition!"

"For luck? Rom," she asked, laughing, "what are you wishing me luck for?"

Rom blinked. "Uhhh... For your day?"

Leeta beamed at him, and then leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Well, I think it worked. I do feel pretty lucky now."

Rom grinned. "Me, too."

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(also if anyone else wants to make a request, the ask game is here. i can't promise they'll get done as quick or be as long as this one is, though!)

[mimipolo]

I know your expertise is nam-gyu, but would you be willing to right for another underrated squid game character: choi woo-seok. There is literally no fics about him, I would owe you my life (I'm being dramatic no pressure at all :) )

Choi woo-seok x reader

YOU'RE SO RIGHT ANON HES SO UNDERRATED I thought I was crazy when I sent my friend an edit of him and they said I was wrong

Not proofread sorryyyy will probably edit later

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It was his birthday, it was all coincidence. Honestly. They had decided to go to a nice restaurant instead of the dodgy bar they typically frequented. Nicer pay meant nicer things thanks to the random return of Gi-hun. He hadn't thought he'd chance upon someone like you, not once.

He had noticed you from the moment you welcomed him and his several unbiological brothers into the restaurant. All pretty eyes and glossy smiling lips. Immediately standing up taller when your eyes land on him and gesture to a suitable table, hoping he hadn't let his mouth actually gape upon seeing you.

He's decent at acting at least a respectful level of normal but of course his boss picks up his change in behaviour, eyeing him weirdly before following you, their waitress for tonight.

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"Please take a look at the menu." you say with clear experience, leaning over Woo-sok slightly to point to different areas on the menu in his hands, "Here are the main courses, drinks and desserts."

"Wave me over once you've all decided."As you stand upright again you're met with a grouped murmur of agreement yet fail to notice the pair of eyes on you the entire time, bright endearing eyes ,as if you took his gaze for your own. It was a look his boss definitely* could not miss.

Inclining your head slightly as you walked away to tend to another table Jeong-rae is already turning to him, so quickly it startles Choi, snapping him out of his thoughts and turning to his boss with wide confused eyes.

"You like that girl?"he asks a plotting grin already making way onto his face.

"Huh- what makes you say that I didn't even say anything, if I thought so I would've said and-" he stops speaking when he has to catch his breathe, accepting his rambling alone gave him away.

He sighs defeatedly as he holds his head in his hands and groans, hoping his hands would cool down his face, it wasn't a working. Mr.Kim only laughed heartily causing the rest of them to burst into laughter. He immediately knew it couldn't end well.

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Before he knew it he was outside of your workplace, hair freshly tossled by several hands and a pretty bouquet of tulips in hand.

It all happened too quick for him to realise what was happening. Dinner was good and his boss made sure he tipped you good*. Nudging him and shout whispering to you about how he makes so much yet still stays so humble. Your small chuckle made his whole body burn and then you thanked him for the generous tip and his heart skipped one too many beats. Of course his wide eyed expression was seen by everyone at the table making them all nudge and tease him. He wasn't bothered by their comments though, he was being delusional and already thinking of how he'd propose.

That's how he ended up here.

The night air licked his neck and he involuntarily shuddered before quickly trying to shake it off. Internally trying to hype himself up, he knew he at the very least couldn't embarass himself because he knew not too far away his boss and the others were probably snooping.

All the confidence he'd been so carefully working up disappeared the moment you walked out, you're just about shrugging your bag onto your shoulder when you spot him, a slight confused smile on your face as you tilt your head.

"Hey I uh- I thought you were beautiful, really." His words are rushed but clearly thought out, your smile softening when you realise the bouquet was for you which he confirms when he holds them out to you, an audible sigh of gladness leaving him when you accept them.

"Could I take you out someday?" He's watching you nervously now, the store sign of the restaurant shed a dim romantic light on your features that has his heart racing. You're carefully appreciating the assortment of tulips in your arms, despite him only getting them recently they looked professional. Then you're smiling, wide, and he swears you're going to be his cause of death.

"I think...I'd like that. See me after work tomorrow?"

He's nodding his head frantically, "Yes, of course- perfect." You give him one more smile with the dip of your head and you're off towards your car. Unfortunately for him he's already smitten as he stares after you, unfazed by the deep chorus of cheers that suddenly comes from behind him.

He hadn't thought you'd say yes.

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This man married you as soon as he thought you were ready, because if you asked him he would've confidently married you right on the mark of your seven month anniversary. But he waited, the last thing he wanted was to pressure you, so on your third year anniversary he's proposing in your apartment, the prettiest gem with the band you've dreamt of. He's grinning nervously up at you, anxious if he'd chosen the right time. All his worries are washed away though when your arms immediately wrap around his neck and you're kissing his face all over, he feels like he won't the lottery with you.

The most doting husband, the type that makes other wives jealous and ask why their husbands aren't as proactive. Knows your orders by heart, gives you the best seat anywhere, regular cheek kisses. An absolute dream. And a suspicious amount of wealth he claims to earn from his job as a car manufacturer but oh well.

On your wedding day his boss constantly likes to remind you it was him that pushed Choi to ask you out. At the ceremony, the speech, the after party. He wears the fact like a badge of honour. It was honestly just funny seeing Woo-seok dramatically wave him off whenever he was about to start.

One of his biggest dreams is a family with you, boy or girl (preferably girl). But seriously he's ready whenever you are, definitely the type to have a list of baby names ready the moment you come to tell him you want one.

As great a father as he is a husband, would put everything on the line for the both of you without thinking. Something you wish he did more often. He's selfless to the point he forgets himself and you love him for it but how could you forget to book yourself at the reservation at the hotel tonight?

Anyways this man is absolutely smitten for you, would probably do anything you said because nothing you'd ever say could ever do him wrong. Fiercely loyal too, all he needs from you is a kiss when he goes to and from work till he dies. Do that and he'll never have a complaint.

[featherdusterbelphie]

Sick Day w Luci <3

C/W: uh fluff? and uhm, mention of pills and sickness and stuff.

A/n: got so sick last year and it took me two weeks to recover ugh. so i wrote this to make me feel better :)

Word count: 787 words total.

"I had thought it odd when you didn't accompany me to the common room as usual. Beel passed me your message, how are you feeling?"

He sat down beside you on the bed, his hand missing its glove as he checks your temperature. 

"My, you're heating up yet you're cocooned in your blankets...."

"I'm cold," you rasp out, voice scratchy and weak due to your cough. "I've already taken medicine but I'm still cold...."

Lucifer sighs, a furrow in his brows as his hand brush your sweaty hair back from your face. His touch is soft and warm, you feel drowsy from the sensation. "Have you eaten anything before you took your medicine?"

You grunt, slowly shaking your head from where it pokes out from the top of your blanket. Lucifer sighs again, you feel the bed shift and his weight disappearing followed by the sound of your door closing. You close your eyes, curling up even more underneath your blankets. You'll have to eat something later, or else the flu meds might make you even sicker. Ah, but how could you even do so when the outside air is so freezing cold....

You don't know how much time passed but you hear the door open again, and you don't react, expecting it to be Mammon checking in on you one last time before going to school. But the smell of food wafts into your nose, your stomach growling in want.

You finally turn back and come face to face with a bowl of something steaming hot and delicious, making you sit up slowly as Lucifer sets it down on the nightstand. When you finally see what's inside, you see ramen noodles. 

"I didn't have enough ingredients to make something filling for you, but I'll make you something better at lunch."

"Is this Mam's spicy ramen....?" You hesitate to grab the bowl, lifting it up slowly to take a little sip. You cough a little as the temperature and the spiciness assault your throat at the same time.

"I had heard that spicy food helps reduce inflammation in humans. Please eat, I'll give you another pill later after lunch."

You cross your legs underneath the blanket, slowly lowering the bowl in the space between and start to eat. You were lethargic, but still had an appetite, which was all Lucifer could wish for in your current state. He had read that some humans get so sick that they couldn't even swallow water and their fever gets worse. He didn't want that happening to you.

While lifting the bowl again to take a sip of the soup, you glance up from the rim to watch as Lucifer flips through a folder in his hands. Slowly lowering the bowl to your legs again, you clear your throat, "what is that?"

"My work."

You blink, a bit confused. "Here? In my room?"

"Yes," Lucifer gives you a quick glance before returning back to his papers, flipping through them with a gloved hand. "don't bother fighting me on this, I can do my work while at home. I've already told Diavolo, and he's allowed it."

"But you didn't have to...." You argue, voice getting smaller as you feel guilty for keeping him here at home with you. He could've gone to R.A.D. with the others instead, and you feel like you're burdening him by making him take care of you.

"Yes, but I wanted to. Besides, who would look after you while you're like this? You can't even get up to eat, how could you get better at this rate..."

You fall silent. Although you still feel a little guilty for disturbing his work, Lucifer has a point. If he wasn't here, you'd probably just be waiting for your fever to go down before eating anything, assuming that your fever ever goes down with just sleeping it off...

After a few minutes of sorting through his stack of papers, your pride demon lifts up a now bare hand and places it on in your neck to check your temperature. With the way he sighs, you guess it hasn't changed from the last time he checked. He instead places his cool palm on your forehead to brush your hair back, you close your eyes at the comforting feeling that brings back memories of your childhood. You feel like that troublesome child once again, who's being taken care of by your mother.

"Get some rest." His voice sounds a bit muffled as sleep tried to pull you away again, the combination of your breakfast, the flu pill and the weariness of your body lulling you into a peaceful dream. You vaguely feel the bed shift beside you before all goes dark.

(AO3 version :)

[littlemourningstarr]

The Jewel of Antiva

Lucanis takes Emmrich's penchant for jewelry and body adornments to a new level.

Pairing: Emmrich Volkarin x Lucanis Dellamorte

Read below or on AO3!

Tags: sex toys, princess plug, anal sex

Lucanis dug his heel into the bed, grunting as he thrust two of his fingers into himself. The oil he had doused them in was running down to his wrist, making him feel slightly dirty.

It wasn't as good, as when Emmrich did it. But he hadn't expected it to be- nor did it even matter. He just needed to relax himself enough to get his little surprise inside.

Of course, the mere thought of Emmrich had his belly going tight and his body aching for more. His necromancer had a way of making him see heaven that seemed effortless, natural. Emmrich had him craving intimacy in a way he never thought he would.

Lucanis pulled his fingers free, panting lightly. His cock was half hard and resting against his pelvis, leaking precum onto his tanned skin. He ignored it as he swallowed thickly, feeling blindly for the toy he had purchased, days ago. It had taken every ounce of control in his body to act nonchalant while picking it- and then every ounce doubled waiting for the right time.

He slid his slick fingers over the cool, metallic plug, coating it in oil. Then carefully he aligned the plug with his hole and eased it in. He tipped his head back, breath rushing out, as he settled it, before moving his hand away. It was tempting, so tempting, to take his cock in hand, fuck his fist until he was gasping in pleasure.

But he resisted, fisting his hand in the blanket beneath him and worrying his lip, rocking his hips up out of instinct.

He forced himself to relax, to sink into the bed, close his eyes for a moment and simply steady his breathing. He could have gotten himself off- but the thought of saving the excitement, it drove him to be still.

After all, touching himself wasn't nearly as enjoyable as having Emmrich touch him.

He felt the air thrumming around him, and opened his eyes, found Spite looking down at him with curious eyes.

Where is. Emmrich?

Lucanis sat up, the plug shifting inside him, making him bite back a whine. "Not now, Spite."

Emmrich. Gone all day. Where. Is he?

Spite seemed to flit around the bed. Once, Lucanis might have been flustered to have the demon seeing him like this. But Spite had been present during more intimate moments with Emmrich than not. And Lucanis had to admit- he rather liked it.

"He'll be back soon," Lucanis managed, rolling onto his belly, shifting under the blanket, and settling his cheek against Emmrich's pillow. It still smelled like the man- but they'd been in Treviso for near a month now. It had been strange when the bed didn't smell like them, when they'd returned from their last stay in Nevarra.

Lucanis drifted, let his mind go quiet. Spite kept quiet as well, settling into him, choosing to share in the soft thrumming pleasure of having the plug inside him.

Emmrich had gone out earlier to entertain a number of the younger Crows that had been buzzing for stories of his work in the Necropolis. He was rather popular with the initiates, which was always bemusing to Lucanis.

He had to be careful of Spite when he noticed it tho- the demon was quick to get possessive of their mage.

Lucanis heard footsteps, just outside the bedroom door- and then a slightly tired sigh that had to be Emmrich, as he let himself in.

"Oh!" Lucanis lifted his head, glanced over his shoulder. Emmrich shed his jacket as he stepped closer to the bed, folding it over his arm. "Darling, I didn't expect you to be here." He walked to the side of the bed, leaned over and pressed a kiss to Lucanis's temple.

When Emmrich leaned back, he had a bit of a frown pulling at his lips. He pressed the back of his hand to Lucanis's forehead, pausing a moment before cupping his cheek.

"You're flushed. Do you feel alright?"

Emmrich's thumb stroked down Lucanis's cheek, and the Crow turned, opened his lips and took it into his mouth. Emmrich's breath escaped, and Lucanis felt his cock give a heavy twitch, beneath the blanket. He swirled his tongue around it, before Emmrich pulled it out, dragging it over Lucanis's lower lip.

"No," the assassin admitted, shifting slightly, feeling the plug in his body shift. He was beginning to ache for something more. He reached up, hooked an arm around Emmrich's shoulders, forcing him to stoop lower as he sought out a kiss.

Emmrich's mouth was warm- he tasted herbal, must have been drinking tea with the young Crows. Lucanis flicked his tongue against his lips, as Emmrich's hand moved into his hair, tangled his fingers in the dark locks.

Lucanis groaned when Emmrich's tongue pushed at his own, returning the kiss in kind. He heard the sound of the necromancer's jacket dropping to the floor, his other hand finding Lucanis's waist, gripping it as he lowered him back to the bed.

Lucanis arched, as he stretched on his back, the plug digging in, not quite reaching his prostate but making his nerves alight. He whimpered, and Emmrich pulled back, pretty absinthe eyes dark and heady.

Lucanis managed to kick the blanket off his hips, partway down his thighs, showing off his aching cock, flushed and resting against his belly, a trail of precum wet in the dark line of hair leading to his groin.

Emmrich's eyes flashed, the roiling need there enough to make Lucanis try to lift his hips. "What has your blood so hot, darling?"

Carefully, Lucanis pulled away from Emmrich's touch, rolling onto his belly. He dug his knees into the mattress, lifted his ass and bared himself, feeling his cheeks burning in a way they never had. There was a moment of nothing, and then Emmrich's breath rushing out.

One of his hands touched the back of Lucanis's thigh, rubbing it affectionately. The Crow didn't need to see him to know he was staring at the jeweled plug in his ass, a brilliant purple fit for a princess.

"My dear, what have you done…" Emmrich sounded awe struck, as his hand moved higher, grasped Lucanis's ass and kneaded the flesh. Lucanis bit his cheek, trying to keep from whining.

"I know how you like… jewelry…"

Emmrich laughed, an almost bark of a sound ending in a sigh. He leaned over, placed a kiss to the small of Lucanis's back, his hand moving to the plug, pressing on it gently. Lucanis exhaled, before Emmrich's hand slid down to his balls, cupping them and rolling them over his palm.

Lucanis turned to press his forehead to his pillow, panting slightly. His cock dripped precum down onto the sheet, as Emmrich pressed another kiss to his spine, inching higher.

"You're simply marvelous." He reached the center of his back, flicked his tongue against the line of Lucanis's spine. The Crow shuddered, keened softly, wanting Emmrich's hand on his cock.

The way Emmrich spoke to him, spoke of him, always made his head spin. Emmrich seemed to find a new way to praise his very existence every day, and Lucanis was simply left melting under his words, his very tone.

Emmrich moved to the space between his shoulder blades, before he nosed at some of Lucanis's hair on the nape of his neck, finding skin to kiss there as well.

"Whatever shall I do with you?"

Lucanis could think of a hundred things he wanted Emmrich to do to him damn near every second. But saying the words- that was the challenge.

When he didn't speak, Emmrich gently dug his teeth into the nap of Lucanis's neck. The younger man gasped, a full body shudder rocking him, before Emmrich pulled back. Lucanis braced his arms on the bed, lifting his head to see Emmrich climbing from the bed, hands working at the buttons of his shirt.

He watched with blown eyes as Emmrich stripped, slowly. He took the time to fold his damn shirt and set it aside, each passing second making Lucanis swear he was going to lose his mind. He could feel Spite's impatience building as well.

"Emmrich," he all he growled, before Spite broke in.

Too. Slow. Fuck us. Now.

Emmrich's mouth curved in a little smirk. "Patience is a virtue, Lucanis. Spite." Still, he didn't force them to sit through the folding of any additional clothes- and Lucanis watched as Emmrich dipped into the jar of oil Lucanis had left on the bedside table, stroking his own erection slowly. "How can I have you, my love?"

Lucanis settled on his back, in the middle of the bed. He liked to see Emmrich when they were intimate. And he very much liked to have access to kiss the man.

Emmrich got back on the bed, between Lucanis's legs, his hand sliding beneath him, grasping the plug. "I almost hate to take this out," he mused, before adding, "I guess I'll simply have to put it back when I'm done."

He eased the plug from Lucanis's body, left it in the sheets, as he braced a hand on one of Lucanis's thighs, easing his legs open, pushing one up so that it lifted his ass.

The moment his cockhead was pressing to Lucanis's hole, the Crow was squirming, wanting more. Still, Emmrich's hand on him seemed to be enough to keep him still as he eased into him, inch by agonizing inch.

When Lucanis's ass was pressed to Emmrich's pelvis, the older man dropped his head down, groaning on his exhale. "Lucanis," he managed, his other hand splaying on his belly as he leaned over him slightly, angling himself better as he pulled his hips back and then thrust forward.

Lucanis tipped his head back, moaning unabashedly, a smile curling on his pretty mouth. Emmrich's hand tightened in his thigh, the feeling of his cool rings pressing into Lucanis's warm skin a dichotomy the Crow would kill for. His hands scrambled along the bed, twisting at the sheets, his cock pulsing a wave of precum onto his belly, further wetting the trail of hair leading to his groin.

Emmrich let his lips part, moaning Lucanis's name, and the assassin arched, whimpering in such a loud, lewd voice it had Emmrich groaning for him.

"I can," Emmrich started, his hand leaving Lucanis's thigh and reaching for his cock. He got his hand around him, managed one stroke, before Lucanis was batting his hand away, fisting his cock himself.

"Grab a hold of me," he panted, and Emmrich was quick to listen- both hands on his toned, dark thighs, rings biting in and making Lucanis push himself down onto Emmrich's cock.

He was embarrassingly close from just getting the plug into himself. But with Emmrich driving into him, looking at him with adoration in those absinthe eyes, with wonder gleaming in their abyss- dead gods, Maker, and everyone in between it was enough to send Lucanis to death.

"Emmrich-" he managed, before the necromancer was leaning over him, bending Lucanis so that when the Crow lifted his head his lover could kiss him. Emmrich's tongue pushed onto his mouth as Lucanis lost all sense of a rhythm in his strokes, desperately fucking his hand until he was moaning around Emmrich's tongue as his orgasm washed over him. Cum splashed up his belly, leaked down over his fingers, as his body rhythmically clenched around Emmrich, pulling him deeper and deeper.

Emmrich stilled inside him, gasping into Lucanis's mouth as the Crow's free hand clutched at his shoulder, blunt nails digging in as he mumbled into Emmrich's mouth to fill him, please please please-

The feeling of Emmrich's orgasm inside him had Lucanis's eyes nearly rolling, his breath hitching at the wet heat that was spreading inside him. He went limp, collapsing back into the pillows, as Emmrich straightened, realized the strain bending Lucanis at the waist must have caused on the Crow.

Not that Lucanis would ever complain.

He whined when Emmrich pulled out, only to gasp, head jolting back and shoulder blades digging into the bed as he felt the metal of the plug- now cool- pressing back into his body.

"Emmrich…what…"

Emmrich hushed him, leaning over and grasping his jaw. "You asked to be full, my dear. I can't allow you to just waste the effort we both put in."

He pecked Lucanis's lips, as Lucanis felt his mind spinning, his body refusing to calm beyond that tight string of arousal he'd felt while waiting for Emmrich.

The necromancer stood from the bed, gloriously naked, and went for their armoire, opening it and removing a deep green silken robe. He slipped it on, tying it, before he headed for the door of their bedroom.

"Don't move darling," he offered, looking back as he gripped the handle. "Let me get your some water. And then perhaps we can give this another shot… "

Emmrich's smile had Lucanis's heart fluttering. He could only nod, and as Emmrich disappeared from their bedroom, he reached between his thighs, pushed at the plug inside him.

How much could be take before Emmrich's cum was leaking out even past the plug? How many times could his necromancer have him before Lucanis was delirious with over stimulation?

How long until he simply fell into oblivion and Spite would be the one writhing beneath Emmrich?

[actualbampot]

im thinking Fallen Petals with #30 could be fun

One accidentally runs into the other(s) while… 30. At an anime convention

especially if Cinder's trying to keep her nerdy side a secret

('Accidentally'. P.s. this was so ridiculous to write lmao)

The idea of a convention floor filled with thousands of people embracing their childish hobbies, sporting garish costumes, and arm-fulls of overpriced merchandise. Cinder wondered how they didn't all feel ashamed.

When did they plan on taking things seriously? When were they going to-

"Grow up."

Cinder had clocked her at the start of the year, the girl with red hair staring at her from across class when she thought she wasn't looking. How she must have spent months mustering every bit of courage she had to hand Cinder a trembling flyer for one of those ridiculous anime conventions, dithering on the proposition like a badly rehersed speech.

Cinder watched as the rejection split the girl down the middle of those gunmetal eyes when she'd batted it out of her hand.

In hindsight, maybe Cinder had done too much growing up. Because, as it turned out: she really liked armor.

It helped that its construction wasn't dissimilar to creating clothing - something she was already adept at. Some of the patterning and panelling processes were skills easily transferrable from a time she made and mended her own clothes as a young girl.

But wearing it.

Morbid curiosity bred research, research morphed into hyperfixation, until Cinder's dorm room had been taken over with crafting supplies. She'd shelved everything else that week, rushing from her classes to make the most of the time before the convention that weekend (they called it 'con crunch', very befitting). What she had chosen to build hadn't been a difficult decision either, a quick search into what was currently trending dictating the design.

The convention crowds were shoulder to shoulder, brimming with excited energy that Cinder was convinced would exhaust her more than she already was. But she was completely encased, galvanised from head to toe in her mock-armor, the billow of a cape in her tailwinds.

Everybody looked on in awe, the tight crowds like a river parting around an immovable object, not daring to touch her. She thought she'd feel ridiculous, write off the day and drop the outfit in the bin on the way home.

But she felt pride. Creating something ambitious that wasn't just for function. It was for fun.

For effect, she hoisted her prop weapon on her shoulder, forgetting herself entirely. When the pictures started, they didn't stop.

From children to adults pointing out the character she had assumed for the day, all polite, welcoming excitement when Cinder mumbled something about it being her first time.

Eventually, she started counting the amount of steps she'd take before being asked for a picture, lost in the joy of it, until one very excited, very familiar voice reminded her why she was here in the first place:

"It's a Grimmdiver!"

Cinder had to turn completely - because that's what the helmet demanded - towards a familiar sight of red hair, and an offensively bright hoodie balanced by plain black jeans, and an assortment of silver chains dangling from her hip that matched the silver in her eyes.

Gone was the skittish hesitation Cinder had seen in class, erased by boundless excitement.

She liked it better when she smiled.

"Can- could I take a picture with you?"

Cinder's heartbeat changed pattern when the Red girl (Red, Cinder settled on) looked up at her in hopeful waiting, her scroll eagerly prepared in her hand.

What if she recognized her? How would she explain it? She wasn't sure how to explain it herself, this need to prove herself right- that this truly all was a waste of time. Or was she proving Red wrong? Her justifications had been lost along the way.

Cinder opted to simply nod, exaggerating the movement of her helmet to carry the affirmation. That fluttering in her breast pounded in her ears when Red rushed to her side, smile beaming brighter than the sun.

When Cinder felt the weight of Red's arm around her gauntlet, the heat in her helmet ramped to stifiling, quickly leaning in and matching Red's silly peace sign in the selfie camera before she could talk herself out of it.

"You look so cool! Thank you for the picture!"

And as quickly as it had happened, it was over.

Cinder hadn't counted on making it this far. She thought she'd be restless and bitter over wasting time with all of this by now. Maybe she would have been, without the armor supressing her apathy towards everyone around her. With it, Cinder could be anyone except herself. Someone that wasn't a disappointment.

"Hey, uh. Wait."

There was something very sweet about the way the smattering of freckles on Red's nose crinkled in confusion, bright-eyed and full of wonder.

"Oh. You're- you're a girl! Wow. Not that that's weird, I just don't know any girls that like Grimmdivers." Red's mouth moved so fast that Cinder thought she might take off like a rocket, all sickeningly infectious excitement. "It's all guys, they're horrible and yell at me because my loadout sucks and cant tell you how many times i've been told: 'make me a sandwich'- but you're...not one. You're like, a real Grimmdiver. Wow."

Cinder understood only a fraction of Red's wild gesturing, yet it burned an annoyed, jealous flame in her chest.

"I can think of a way I can help you back at them for such," Cinder gestured to Red's scroll, hoping the added bravado might hide her voice when she leaned closer to whisper, "un-democratic behaviour."

She didn't have to wonder if what she had said was incorrect, not when Red lit up the way she did, taking Cinder's armored glove to lead her through the crowds.

"I know a perfect place to take some pictures!"

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Season 2 Part 7: ~

Hit the Road, Caz:

Here we go. It's time for a cross-country trip across the UK. I had to do some research for this one, including certain roads, motorways, and time it takes to get to London from Scotland, and the answer is 9ish hours.

The trucks arrived at 10 pm, and Addair wasn't happy about that. He might have said he was fine waiting until morning, but the entire night, he tossed and turned in the barn. He mindlessly picked at the hay and continued to look at the pictures. The thought of Tommy's accident polluted his mind, and Caz's. The poor man, who was a lighthouse to the infected, could somehow picture Addair's thoughts as if they were his own. He didn't blame Addair for it, but it was a good thing he didn't have a drivers licence. Sleep quickly went out the window, but hugging Suze was worth it. Her sweet smell and soft skin were perfect.

'Right-o,' Roy said as he held up a map of Scotland with Innes against one of the vans. Cadal's drivers would be joining them on this trip since no one from Beria had a licence, but they'll keep to themselves. Thankfully, they were the same duo who brought them here. 'We'll head to Aberdeen, then cross through Glasgow to drop some people off. Then we join the M6, and it's a straight drive from there.'

'Sounds easy enough,' Trots muttered.

'Aww, you're leaving me in that dump all alone?' Simon playfully groaned as he hugged Trots from behind and rested his head on his man's shoulder.

'I'll be back, I promise.'

Innes watched the couple before looking over at Muir, who was on the phone with his family. Seeing him made him feel light, and that lost happiness he craved for years return, but he didn't know what to do. He had so many plans but he didn't know where to start. Maybe, some advice?

'Hey, Simon. Can we talk in private, please?'

'Sure.' The pair wandered into the garage, away from any pair of pricked ears. 'You okay?'

'Can I ask you something?' Simon just responded with a shrug and a nod. 'How do you make Trots happy?'

'Well, I listen to him. Make him feel special when he gets home.' Simon chuckled. 'He's always grumpy when he gets back.' Innes noticed the loving look in Simon's eyes as he focused his attention back to Trots. He watched his man help Irene put her luggage away, like he was a fallen angel. That loving look in his eye. Innes was jealous of it. He knew he could never make that expression. 'So, I cook him a good meal. Pasta is his favourite.' A pause lingered. Innes looked to the floor with crossed arms. When Simon noticed the lack of a response, he turned back to the blonde deckhand. 'You're struggling with Muir, aren't you?'

'Not struggling,' Innes replied. 'I love Muir, I really do - heck, I admitted my feelings first - but, what do I do now? I haven't been in a relationship for over a decade, and on the spur of the moment, I finally tell him what he has been waiting for since he met me.'

'Find an interest he has and share it.' Simon was quick with his words but soft in tone. 'What does he like?'

'Music. He would sneak a harmonica on Beria and wake me up at all ungodly hours of the night to tease me.' But Innes never resented Muir for it. As tired as he was the following day, he couldn't be mad.

'Do you have it?'

'Yeah.'

'Then learn it. You don't have to be an expert, but he'd love to see that you care about something he's passionate about.' Now, Innes felt like an idiot for not knowing something so obvious, but he felt better knowing he was worried for nothing.

'Thanks, Simon. Now, I just have to learn how to cook.'

'Did Muir do that?'

'No, we both can't cook for shit.' The pair shared a laugh.

'Right, let's get out of here.' Caz didn't sound enthusiastic. He was so tired and was hopefully going to sleep away the entire trip. He and Addair shared a quick, knowing glance before he climbed into one of the trucks, joining Rennick and, yes, his robin Ruby too. Addair wasn't an animal lover. Always thought a pet would be too much work and too expensive to care for. But, if Tommy was able to wake up, he'll make sure to get him a dog. Maybe a staffy. Big but loyal.

'Are you sure you're okay watching the farm for me?' Muir asked O'Connor and Mary. 'Ma said Angus will be home in a few hours. We can pay you both for this.'

'Nae bother, Muir,' O'Connor replied. 'I just can't take off on another adventure again.'

'Why, will your heart explode?'

'Maybe. Just bring me a fridge magnet.'

'Fair enough. Innes left the schedule by the back door.'

'Thanks.' O'Connor got a quick glimpse of Addair. He hated the man with a burning passion, but here, he felt sorry for him. He and Mary never had children, but he could feel his heartache. Like a stone sinking into the depths of a lake. This didn't change anything. Still a cunt in his eyes. Now just wasn't the time to feel the usual hate. It will come back, eventually...

The McLeary family bundled up in the first truck whilst Roy, Simon, Jack, and Irene took the second housing, Muir, Gibbo, and Trots. A tight squeeze on the bench seats, but they'll manage. Caz, who was sat by the door, rolled the window down and gave a thumbs up. And with a roar of the engines that rattled the trucks, followed by a final wave from O'Connor, the team drove down the drive and carefully turned for the village.

'What's London like?' The idea of going somewhere knew left Cait bouncing in her seat as her mind was filled with questions.

'Big,' Addair said. He seemed happy to be on the road now. His gravelled voice that rivalled Roy's was light, which the men have heard before, but that wasn't malice to it. For once, the Londoner was genuine. He even let out a small, nostalgic chuckle to himself. 'Lots of history. Busy streets, parks for as far as the eye could see. You'd love riding a red bus. You always have to do that in London.'

'Is there a zoo?'

'Yep.'

Oh no...

Cait gasped and turned to Caz with a pleading look. Her father was always the weaker one to her puppy eyes. He tried not to look at her and kept his attention to the country road. Maybe now was a good time to pretend to be asleep? However, he couldn't resist, and his eyes glanced to his eldest daughter.

'Can we-'

'No,' Suze sternly said, saving the day as she always did. 'We're going home.'

'But, I want to go to London with dad.'

'Well, you've got school next week, and what dad's going to London for is too adult for you.'

'Edinburgh is better anyway,' Rennick boasted through the small hatch, causing Caz to laugh, which was more of a cackle. 'What?!'

'Nothihg. Nothing.' Caz snickered and wiped his eyes. 'I've never been, Davey, but why's it better?'

'Really, my flat. You could see the entire city from the window.'

'But, you don't have an Edinburgh accent.'

'Aye. I was born and raised in Fife. Moved to the Captial about fifteen years ago.'

'Fife's better..."

'Fife didn't have job opportunities.'

'What will happen to your home now?' Suze pondered.

'Who knows. I guess I could sell it, but why would I need money now?'

'Can Mr. Rennick, come and live with us, Daddy?' Maidie's innocent voice and imagination didn't consider that they lived in a 3rd story of a 10 story flat with no garden to call their own. Cait nodded in agreement. Rennick and Suze chuckled. Addair was silently amused. And Caz, as surprised as he was at the thought of his boss sitting in their front room, had to be logical.

'Maybe,' he said with a fake smile. He reached over and held Suze's hand, who tightened her grip in return. 'Let's just get you weans home first.' One day left. Caz could feel reality coming for him, and as much as he wanted to run again, his family anchored his body and cleared his mind. Suze leaned and rested her head on his shoulders. Caz kissed the crown of her head and rested his own on her. He peered to the window next to the driver, where the first buildings of the village passed by. This was it. Was Caz scared? Yes. He was terrified. But he had to be strong for his own sake of mind.

Soon, they were on the empty motorway of the A93 for Aberdeen. Then Glasgow.

[epickiya722]

Till this day, it is still so funny funny to me that so many people saw Suzue in the intro and thought she was Daisuke's love interest, but me being so used to seeing romantic interests often having contrasting hair colors and noticed how she looks almost exactly like Daisuke, my reaction seeing her was "SHE'S GOTTA BE A RELATIVE!"

[atomskdluffy]

I finished Astro Bot tonight! It stood up to the hype! It may be short, but it's much longer than its predecessor, and every bit as fun! Not only did I beat the game, but I also Platinumed it on stream! Even if that did cause me to go quite a while longer than usual since the big post-game thing was a challenge run to end all challenge runs, which were certainly the most (and only?) annoying thing in the game. The level design was fantastic for a 3D platformer, the plot was simple and easy to understand without even a bit of dialogue, and the minimal controls were enhanced by the maximal controller features. Honestly, if you have a PS5, this game is a must-play!

[kelpiemomma]

i really need to draw khan and emmet hanging out bc they would be such buddies. ingo hates how quickly they bonded bc khan took one look at emmet, at how excited emmet is to battle, and seemed to Immediately like him (it only bc khan had already bonded w ingo, but like hell will he ever admit that. that proves he has emotions! he has to hide those.) khan & emmet battling each other. khan takes over for ingo sometimes on the multi trains except he and emmet get so into battles that they need a chaperone to keep them from getting too rowdy bc somehow (???) they've managed to destroy a couple of train cars??? khan challenges the subway himself (he battles using himself but also his pokemon. he'd rather battle using himself, but ingo and emmet get awfully concerned when he faints so he stops doing it so much). khan and emmet discuss battle tactics (khan insists "offense is the best defense" and "go balls to the walls immediately on attack" and emmet argues for better strategizing and well rounded move pools) and help each other train, offering suggestions and tips and "hey, let's try this maneuver" or "i think it would be better if you did this move first".

not that they don't enjoy an off day, but they definitely bonded well over battles.