#why can't I just push it on a trolley

[disabled-dragoon]

Applying for work as a wheelchair user with chronic back pain like:

Job requires heavy lifting

Job requires heavy lifting

"Disability Confident" job that then lists many many things I cannot do

Job requires heavy lifting

Non-accessible work place

[stargirlygirl]

no, you can't buy my ranch

rancher!sylus x spoiled!city girl!reader

⭑.ᐟ part four: girlfriend?!

summary: while grocery shopping, the sales assistant accuses you of dating sylus. what's up with that?

contains: swearing (female rage), 1.7k words (see my final words for my apology)

cowboy sylus fanart by @yvilonion (not commissioned or anything, just looks super cool hehe)

Ah, a quiet Tuesday morning. You wake up this morning feeling refreshed by a good night’s sleep. Gentle sunlight streams in through your white lace curtains, casting intricate shadows across the expanse of your room.

You start the day off with a home workout. Just one of those at-home pilates videos on YouTube before cleaning yourself up and having some breakfast. Your fridge is looking a bit empty, so you decide to do some grocery shopping.

A productive way to spend your day off.

You slide on your signature t-shirt and jeans before driving into town. It’s only 9am when you cut your engine and hop out, perfect.

The small town’s supermarket is fucking tiny. It feels like someone overloaded your old shoebox apartment with produce and shelving. The fruit and veg are small, the product range is small, and only one cart fits per aisle. It’s traumatic, to be honest, nothing like the big supermarkets you’re used to back home. But you make do.

Oh! I forgot to mention, the worst part of the shop is that they only have one checkout. The line snakes around the back of the store as the elderly line up. You’re wondering if this was the local retirement home’s day program with how many oldies are in this joint. The old man in front of you groans about his back issues, while his wife complains about the long wait time.

You sigh and lean on your shopping trolley, looking around at the adult diapers stacked up the wall as some 70s song plays overhead at volume 100. How pleasant.

You wait for around 10 minutes until it’s finally your turn. Lifting out your numerous items, it feels good to move your legs more than a few steps. The sales assistant is a middle-aged woman with a side-parted blonde bob. She greets you and starts scanning your items, packing them in your reusable shopping bags at a snail’s pace. So this is why it was taking so long.

The beeps of the scanner and feel-good jazz fill the silence between you.

Placing your strawberries in a bag, she starts a conversation with you, “You’re Y/n, right?”

Taken back, you say nervously, “Uh, yes. I am.” She grins and gazes at you, scrutinising you like a scientist does to a specimen.

“You just moved in here, didn’t you?” Her voice is sickly sweet, a threat coated in fake smiles and icing sugar. Shifting awkwardly on your feet, you nod. With the last bag filled, she hands it to you.

As you plop it in the trolley, she continues, “I saw you having lunch with Sylus the other day. You two seemed pretty cosy.” The bag thuds against the metal grid.

You glance up and remark, “He’s my, uh, acquaintance, yes.”

Clicking on the keyboard to ring up the total, she grins like a Cheshire, “It’s okay, you don’t have to deny it. He told us you were his girlfriend.” You tune out as she confirms the total, robotically fishing in your wallet for a $100 note (these weirdos like cash).

Handing it over, you shake your head, “That’s not true. Sylus wouldn’t.” After taking the money from you, the till pops open, and she starts grabbing your change.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she pouts, handing you a few coins. “Don’t worry, no one thinks badly of you, honey. If anything, we’re in awe of how you bagged him so fast.”

“But I didn’t—”

“Have a nice day! See you next time, sweetheart,” she chirps, already preparing for her next customer. Pushing your cart back to your car, you’re in a daze. Your thoughts spiral, assessing whether Sylus would have told the townsfolk you two were dating. But she said he did. So then—

The back car door slams shut before you wheel your trolley to the trolley bay, anger sparking and igniting a fire within. After returning it, you slide into the driver’s side with pursed lips and a furrow in your brow. You’ve got cold stuff, so you need to get those home. But afterwards, you’ve got a rancher to visit.

…˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚…

“SYLUS!!” You yell, stomping furiously across the pasture toward him. He’s got his back to you, handing the reins of a beautiful black steed at his side to a ranch hand. Lazily turning around, he’s got his usual cocky grin on his face. You stop a metre or so away from him, glaring daggers into his towering frame. Or at least you try to, but the late morning sun is high and beams into your eyes as you stare up at the mass of a man in front of you.

His ranch hand leads the horse away, giving you two some much-needed privacy. Like you could call it that with the way you were about to go off at him. You’re positively livid, steam cartoonishly spilling from your ears (probably) and red-faced.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU TOLD PEOPLE WE WERE DATING?!” You jab your finger at his chest. He simply tilts his head down, ink and silver-studded akubra casting a shadow over his swoon-worthy eyes.

“Oh?” He says mockingly.

Your finger stabs into his sternum repeatedly as you shout exasperatedly, “OH?! IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?! OH?!”

He smirks, shifting on his feet and grabbing your wrist, “And what would you like me to say, sweetie?” The pads of his finger land on your pulse and note how rapidly it’s pounding.

“ANYTHING! LITERALLY ANYTHING, YOU FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” Your voice is already growing hoarse, not used to this much yelling (gone are your rockstar days). With the heat of the day and the anger boiling within, your cheeks must be the colour of his eyes; you just know it.

He shrugs, “What’re you referring to, kitten?”

“OH MY GOD! ARE YOU—” You cough into your free hand, gazing away for a second to compose yourself.

“Careful now. We don’t want you to lose your voice now, do we?” He drawls, a silver brow quirked in feigned concern. Or was it real? It’s hard to keep track amid his games and ambitions.

Staring back up at him, you continue quieter but still as fiery, “Were you listening to any of what I just said?! You told people in town that we were dating! Explain yourself.” Sylus gazes at you momentarily before a guffaw takes hold of him. Hell, the rancher almost doubles over in laughter from the absurdity of the situation.

By the time he’s recovered, he’s wiping tears from his crinkled eyes. All while you stand there, the cutest pout on your lips and crease in your brow. He’s still holding your wrist, his grip loose. You try to tug it back, but he doesn’t relent.

“Kitten,” he grins. “What motive would I have for engaging in the town’s gossip, let alone spreading rumours about us?” You’re… you’re winded.

“What?” Your heart drops, beating in your tummy as you gaze at him, slack-jawed. He shakes his head and inches closer, fingers gliding up from your wrist to intertwine with your fingers and press your palms together.

He says cockily, “Did you consider, sweetie, that whoever told you such a scandalous rumour could be lying to you?” No words form in your mind, and any that attempt to make it past your lips die on your tongue, doused by the tides of confusion and regret. Confusion in trying to discern who was telling the truth. And regret for accusing the one person who made you feel a little less like a freak for something they didn’t do.

You shake your head, earning a mocking chuckle from Sylus, “How naive, kitten.” Your mouth is dry, like you’ve tried to eat sand. You avert your eyes to the ground, staring at the grass in embarrassment.

Without a hat on, the sun’s harsh rays start frying you from head to toe. Maybe you can blame your flushed face on sunburn, you think. Cows moo in the distance, and ranch hands yell at each other from the stables. Fury transforms into shame the longer he stares at you. Mentally, you start berating yourself for being so fucking stupid. This mistake not only cost you your pride, but it may have cost you a friend, too.

“I’m-I’m sorry,” you murmur. The rancher tucks a traitorous lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips ghosting your cheekbone before sliding down to your jaw. Gently, he tips your head back, his warm eyes locked on yours.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, dear, when no one else is,” he says tenderly. His fingers slip down your neck before his hand falls to his side.

You nod, “Mhmm,” as a small smile spreads across your lips. Time seems to stretch on as you stare at each other, your figure cast in his shadow.

“Can I make it up to you? Cook you dinner or something?” You ask quietly. His full lips curve into his signature smirk.

“Now, kitten. It sounds like this was your plan all along.” You scoff, tempted to shove him, but containing yourself.

Rolling your eyes, you retort, “Yea, yea, so, whaddya say?”

Sylus ponders your offer for a few seconds before chuckling, “Alright. How does this Friday night sound?” You nod energetically; there’s no need to even check your calendar because it’s completely empty.

“Good,” he murmurs. Giving your hand a final squeeze, he releases you and steps back.

“If that’s all, I’ll be seeing you then, sweetie. You’ve got my number, don’t you? Text me when you’re ready, and I’ll be over.”

You chirp, “Okay,” while walking backward slowly, intent on heading back home and researching some delicious recipes for Friday.

Sylus tilts his head forward in charming acknowledgement before you whip around and scurry off to your car. With a satisfied smirk, he heads off to the stables.

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[wetpussyju1ce]

Mr. & Mrs Smith pt. 2

Assassin!Ray Smith x Assassin!fem reader

+18. mdni

assassin ray who goes ballistic if anyone puts their hands on his wife, she can handle herself, can send her own husband to the hospital but he still can't help it. so when he ends up gunning down the assassins trying to kill them just for being together, he goes to the other room, looking for his wife and finds her on the floor, clawing at a man choking her out, trying to kill her, and Ray sees red, “Hands off my fucking wife!”

The man looks up and is greeted by Ray's gunpoint, “I said; Hands. off.”

the man slowly lets go and she starts coughing, crawling away from under him and gets up as Ray points his gun straight at him. she stands by his side, a hand holding her neck as Ray asks, “What do they want?”

“They want you dead.” The man answered. 

“Obviously, you fucking twat, why?” Ray hissed.

“They're scared you'll trade firm secrets; double agent stuff.” The man answered and Ray looked at his woman, then back at the man, and without another second thought, pulled the trigger, giving him a neat hole in the middle of his forehead. 

“Firm secrets, what a joke.” His wife muttered and he agreed.

Ray, who even though they're technically on the run, still manages to look for his wife's favourite snacks when they quickly stop for gas and he goes to buy some fags cuz he KNOWS he'll be needing a couple after tonight's shitshow. and when they're back on the road, he hands them to her, w a hand sanitiser and tissues, of course. She thanks him with a big kiss to his cheek and starts munching away as he drives them to the other side of the country. 

Ray who at the first opportunity buys his wife a pair of sweats to wear, because she's still in her panties and it's getting brighter outside, the world is waking up and she's bound to catch attention w a pair of legs and ass like hers. and when she slips them on, they fit absolutely perfect because he knows all her sizes by heart, and knows to get her a size up so they're baggy and extra comfy around the waist. 

Ray who gets a special kind of twinkle in his eye when he gets his hands on any type of big firearms. he loves them big w lots of buttons to mess with. after all, he's just a boy w a special love for tinkering n messing w machines. His wife notices and her heart grows twice as big at the sight. because he's so freaking cute, getting giddy over using big guns. she cant help the smile that pulls at her lips while watching her husband light up an alley w his machine gun, putting multiple holes in each assassin coming after them.

Ray who's concerned the second his wife groans and clutches at her arm, looking in pain and Ray immediately asks, “Who hurt you?” 

She points out a bleeding corpse, and he shoots it once, “Here, you'll be okay, darling,” And she smiles at him, as he kisses his thumb and middle finger together and presses it to where it hurts, and they leave a sea of broken and bloody bodies behind, hand in hand. 

Ray who finds out Fletcher was the one who ratted them out to their firms for money. who managed to get photographic evidence of them both together. a mundane picture really, them coming out of the big Tesco, Ray pushing their trolley while his wife is opening a pack of Maltesers. 

But Ray doesn't care. he hates it when people feel privy to his private life. he doesn't appreciate that kind of disrespect, at all. especially when there's a possibility that Fletcher could've taken a photograph of his lovely wife doing literally anything, like painting in their garden in nothing but a bikini under the sun. 

His wife quickly learned how protective Ray actually was. Before she knew his real occupation, she just appreciated it when he used his whole body as a shield to protect her from unwanted touches or attention. Or when that one time a tipsy man, at the pub, accidentally dropped his wallet on her lap and reached to grab it just for Ray to grab his wrist in a flash. The man winced and Ray relaxed his hold, but dragged the man's hand up on the counter instead, grabbed the wallet on his own and slapped it on the man's hand with a tight smile. She only watched and didn't move an inch, smiling big when Ray asked her to switch seats w him.

It wasn't anything big, but it was enough for her to praise and lean her whole body against him, giving him tiny kisses on his beard once in a while, dying at how adorable he was, and that was just when she thought her sweet and attentive civilian husband was just an accountant with a smidge of OCD.

But now that he could freely express what he could and would do for his wife, was the most thrilling and addicting feeling.

When she wasn't slicing her way through skin and guts, or shooting men dead until her hand burned around the gun handle, she would stand there and watch her Ray absolutely terrorise the other assassins. She would watch with her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes now practically hearts, toying w her fingers like a lovestruck teenager. It was so exciting. 

And when Ray would meet her eyes, he would grin and she would giggle, skipping to where he was, standing over a now cooling body and giving him a cheeky kiss to the corner of his mouth. then they would leave on a stolen car, breaking every road law and rule. 

And when she finds them a way to get out of the country, Ray realises he has to change his appearance, so he sits on the dingy motel room bed, abt to shave his beard off, he'll do it, but he's just saying goodbye to his facial hair before he has to get rid of it all and cut his hair shorter. At least his wife will only need to dye her hair. 

When she realises he's abt to get rid of one of her favourite things abt him, she whines and already mourns the loss. but then realises that actually, he showed her a picture of him when he was much younger and he looked incredibly handsome under the facial hair, so really, there won't be much of a loss. 

So before he shaves it all off, she asks him if he'd be up to eating her out one last time as a farewell ritual to his beard lmao. 

And Ray would never say no to her, so just to be extra safe, he goes ahead and washes his face, soaps his beard and rinses it, just so all that he gives his pretty wife is redness from the friction. and they go to town, oh they do that the next door guests bang on the wall and shout at them but Ray doesn't give a rats ass and his wife is in another planet as he pounds her to Sunday.

When that's all said and done. Ray finally shaves all of his beard off and she helps him, tilting his head this and that way, even using scissors and a blade when needed. then it was his hair. he thought abt buzzing it all off but she just asked him to hand her to scissors and brush. So she cut almost all of his beautiful prince charming hair, left a little at the top then shaved the sides shorter, giving him a fade of some sort. and at the end when he looks at himself in the mirror he feels so naked. so different. 

“Wow, you look like my boyfriend, not my husband.” She says while standing behind him, looking at the bathroom mirror, a towel wrapped around her chest, hair wrapped in clingfilm. 

Ray frowns in confusion, a hand on his cheek, “Excuse me?”

“You look like my bad boy boyfriend who scares my parents, not my mature dilfy husband,” She says and Ray is still confused, “Do you like it?”

“Hm?”

“Do you like my face? Without the beard?” He asks, turning around to face her. 

She places a hand on his big shoulder, and squeezes the muscle, “I'd let you do unspeakable things to me with or without the beard, love.”

He smiles and rubs his eyes, “I need my glasses���”

“They're on the bed, I need to wash my hair,” She says, kissing him on the cheek and he hums, walking out of the bathroom with his hands on his hips, dad style.

[kerrslvr]

occupied // sam kerr

summary; in which, sam recognises the hotel housekeepers face, and when she walks in on sam in a compromised position, she sees if she fancies giving her a helping hand.

warnings; cocky!sam, dom!sam, sub!reader, oral, fingering, spitting, finger gagging, language, strap ons, penatrative sex, multiple orgasms, i think that's it lol. this hasnt been proofread so i apologise for spelling errors/things not making sense. i got very overwhelmed at the end of this and i just wanted to get it out. thank u to @landopeaches for being my hypewoman every single time x

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as you pushed your trolley down the hall, you noticed how quiet it was, with most of the guests still sleeping, and while you wished you were still sleeping, your shift had just begun.

your job was inarguably one of the most boring, mundane jobs in the world, but the money was enough to keep you afloat and if any relitively nice or unused clothes, jewelry or cosmetics were left in rooms, you normally kept them for yourself which was really the only bonus. that, and you got free use of the bar, pool, gym and sauna.

most people that stayed in the hotel would have a paper hanger on the door if they were still using their room, whether they were there or not, although some rooms were just luck of the draw. you could swing open that door and wouldn't know whether you'd see a dead body or a couple going at it, although it was entertaining regardless.

room 724 didn't have a hanger on it's door, and so you figured you'd at least try it. regardless of whether somebody was in there or not, they'd probably be sleeping, or be down at breakfast, or in the gym round the corner. at least, that's what you thought.

oh, how wrong you were.

"oh, f-fuck."

sam's fingers were shaking as she pushed her shorts down her legs with one hand while the other stayed tucked into her underwear. she wasn't sure what came over her that morning, maybe it was the newfound freedom of single life, or the strap-on and toys she had sitting on the shelf in front of her that filled her head with past memories, or the pretty girl she saw at the pool the day before who she hadn't been able to stop thinking about.

it didn't matter in the long run, not really. she was horny and she was desperate for an orgasm.

her fingers brushed her clit multiple times in quick succession and she pulled a lip between her teeth. she wasn't sure why she felt as if she had to be quiet, she'd fucked many different women in this hotel and hadn't had any complaints from her neighbours when they walked out with shaky legs after screaming repeatedly for a few hours.

if the walls were thick enough for her to fuck screamers, they were thick enough for her to sort herself out.

"fuckin' hell," she breathed, allowing her fingers to slip through her own folds and feel herself up. her breath continued to shake, and a moan left her lips when she added another finger to the pressure on her clit.

her free hand felt a bit left out - sam wasn't really one for stimulating her own chest, she normally had a pretty girl on top of her that she could easily slide up onto her face high enough to suck one of her nipples into her mouth and feel the slick of their pussy grinding on her stomach. just the image of that alone sparked a fire inside of sam's body, and her fingers picked up the pace at the thought.

"mhm, o-oh, god," she whimpered, bucking her hips up into her hand and admiring the reflection of her muscles flexing in the mirror beside the bed. "can't cum yet, no matter how good i am."

at least she made herself laugh.

she was really finding her groove, and getting into the rhythm of her fingers, so much so that she didn't even hear the door latch unlocking.

at first, you didn't hear the moaning or the slight creak of the bed, and in a way, you're glad you didn't. she was the hot girl from the pool you'd been eyeing up yesterday. you continued to walk through, only to find her with her shorts round her ankles and her hand in her pants. she was shirtless, completely naked from the waist up and it made your mind spiral.

she still looked as if she'd not been awake very long, her hair still scruffy in a low ponytail and her cheeks and eyes still slightly puffy from sleep, and a glass of water sat untouched on the bedside table along with a mobile phone.

it impressed you that she could get off with just her imagination.

you were so bewildered by the sight in front of you it was as if your feet were glued to the ground, you couldn't move from that spot. even when she noticed you, standing their in your maid outfit. she thought it was a joke, that the people in the rooms next door had heard her moans, and sent up an escort knowing she was alone in the room. that was, until she saw the hotel's name embroidered into the top of the dress.

"oh, uh, s-sorry, i'll... i'll come back later."

at first, she was confused, almost agitated that the housekeeper had come in and interrupted her, and she almost, very nearly, pulled her hand from her underwear and phoned down to reception. that was, until she recognised your face.

the pretty girl from the pool. the one she couldn't stop thinking of. the one she envisioned on top of her, leaving a wet, sticky patch on her skin. she smirked.

"no, you're alright, darlin'," she shifted, her hand still in her pants and brushing against her clit as she moved, "you're the girl from the pool, yeah?"

"uh.. yeah. from yesterday."

"and is this a set up? are you an escort or something? or do you actually work here?"

"well, judging by that," you gestured to the cleaning cart down the side of the room, blocking the entrance, "i'd say i work here."

"great, i don't have to ask you to lock the door behind you then."

your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at her, confused. "i beg your pardon?"

she pulled her hand from her underwear and sucked a finger into her mouth, tasting herself on her fingertips. you couldn't deny the sight before you was already sending heat to your pussy, and you also couldn't deny that she was one of the hottest girls you'd ever laid eyes on.

"help me out, love," she said, so simply, so effortlessly, so desperately, before taking the same finger back into her mouth. "give me a couple of orgasms and i'll give you a pretty good tip."

you hummed, thinking over her offer. "what's in it for me?"

"i just told you," she pushed her legs open further and your head began to spin, "a pretty good tip."

silence fell among you both for a minute as you pondered the offer again. a pretty good tip in her words could've been ten percent or it could've been fifty. or, if your mouth was as good as you knew it was, who knows? maybe you could negotiate the offer.

"if the tips not good enough for you," you expected her to throw the offer away, telling you to forget it if her offer wasn't to your liking, "then i'll fuck you, make you cry, give you a shag that'll be enough to have you desperate for more of me."

"sounds like you're begging."

"do you want to take up the offer or not?"

silence fell again, and for a moment she expected you to turn and run, and you did turn; but to look at her collection of toys on the shelf. she smirked when you bent down slightly to inspect them further, plus, it meant she got to see your arse.

"so, i give you a couple of orgasms, you'll give me a pretty good tip," you hummed, and pulled a dildo from her collection, "and you'll fuck me with this one, how does that sound?"

she smirked and sucked another one of her fingers into her mouth. she knew your answer was yes when you started to pull your apron from the back of your dress, and she watched it fall to the floor.

"it sounds excellent, darlin'," she hummed, "but what doesn't sound good is this little attitude you've got. you're here to help me out, not the other way around. no orgasm, no fuck. understand?"

your underwear were soaked through by this point, and you nodded.

"need to hear you say it, darling."

"i-i understand."

"good," she pulled her finger from her mouth with a pop, "c'mon then, get your dress off, show me those pretty tits and get up on the bed."

you did as she asked, slipping the dress off over your head and taking your bra with it, leaving you stripped to just your underwear, small heeled black shoes and suspenders, which, of course, she wanted you to keep on.

she rested her back against the headboard and you didn't waste any time, your lips immediately pressing into her thighs. she halted your movements for a second and shifted across the bed, in which you followed. at the time, you weren't sure why but you later found out that it was so she could look at the reflection of your behind in the mirror.

she pressed her hand to your jawbone and you looked up at her, "sam, by the way, remember that for later," she shot you a smirk, "and i didn't see the badge on your name because i was too eager to see your tits."

"y/n." you replied, purposely arching your back lower so that she could get a better view in the mirror.

your lips gravitated back towards her inner thighs, your fingers grazing the line of her underwear. she was clearly not in the mood to be teased judging by her hand on your head and her agitated tension, and you wanted a fuck so you stopped.

but, not completely.

your tongue grazed her clit through the soft material of her pants, making an immediate wet patch and she jolted back. your hands pushed at her thighs and spread them apart further so you had enough space to work your magic.

a moan left her lips at your messy, spit covered face. her underwear was completely soaked with your spit, and she rolled her eyes back into her head when you pulled at the material between your fingers and watched as it split in two, leaving enough room down the middle for you to do what you had to do.

"covered in spit already, babe, hm?"

you nodded, a slight hum noise coming from your mouth and reverberating around her vagina, making her squirm underneath you. immediately, she couldn't figure out whether she regretted her decision on fucking you, or whether she thought it was the best thing she'd ever conjured up.

either way, her orgasm was fast approaching.

you hadn't eaten pussy for a while and your jaw was beginning to ache, but you weren't prepared to give up now. one hand slipped between your body and hers, and you spread her lips apart giving yourself more room to work with, and she moaned again, much louder this time.

"gonna make me cum, darlin'."

"already? god, you really were desperate, weren't you, hm?"

"three strikes and you're walking back to reception without your clothes on, y/n," she leaned over your body and slapped your arse, it was loud and the sound ricocheted around the room, leaving a harsh, bright red sting. "that's strike one. don't make me slap you again."

you moaned against her pussy and the vibration rippled through her body and you could feel the muscles of her pubic bone, thighs and stomach all tensing against your skin, and you smirked against her pussy as you continued to eat her out, purposely making your movements loud and sloppy so she could hear them reverberating around her ears for months to come.

"oh, fuck," she cursed, a hand flying to your hair and bunching it in a ponytail, "i'm gonna.. oh, fuck, you're gonna make me-"

"cum for me, sam."

"fuck," she hissed, her hips grinding down on your face as her orgasm rippled over her body, her stomach muscles involuntarily convulsing as her body reeled from the effects of her long awaited orgasm. "oh, jesus christ."

she pulled your head up and admired your skin, glistening with her juices and it was an image that was forever engraved in her brain. she leaned down and carefully, delicately kissed your lips, so as not to ruin the masterpiece her body had made across your face.

you hummed when she pulled away, and followed her lips back up to the pillows, where you instinctively pressed your lips back up against hers and slipped your tongue into her mouth. she allowed the experience, and brought a hand up to the base of your neck where she applied light pressure.

her tongue slipped between your mouth and for a minute you thought about biting her lip and silently scolding her for the move, but you only had two strikes left and the wet patch in your underwear was threatening to seep onto the bedsheets any minute.

you moaned at the pressure on your neck combined with the touch of her tongue on yours and she smirked against your lips, desperate to pull more of the noise from your body. you pulled away first, in desperate need to take a breath.

"lay down, sam," you sucked on the space of skin just below her ear, your words igniting a fire inside her body, "i wanna make you cum again."

she was so used to being the one on top, the one who made other girls feel good that this was a nice surprise. although, the pair of you knew that she was the one in charge, not the other way around.

she laid herself back down, and you immediately cocooned your body around one side of hers, your naked chest resting on her arm and one leg draped over hers as you pushed her muscular calves apart with your foot. your head buried itself in the crook of her neck and you sucked yet another spot under her neck, allowing a bruise to bloom under your teeth.

she moaned breathily, and your hand lowered itself over her exceptionally toned body, travelling lower until your delicate hand was hovering over her tanned skin, the angle of your hand accentuating the v-line leading down to her pubic bone and it made your clit twitch.

your lips trailed down to her collarbone, and slowly and softly, you started to suck on the skin of her chest. she shifted slightly, adjusting to the feeling of your lips edging closer and closer to her nipple, while your fingers carefully brushed against her clit.

she whimpered, but you shushed her with a soft coo, and carried on with your movements. her pussy was wet, coating your fingers in her own lubricant that made it much easier to explore, while your tongue carefully circled a nipple and it left her reeling.

"f-fuck, oh my god," she groaned, her muscles already shaking and tensing out of sheer pleasure, "feels so good, baby, don't stop."

you hummed, and instinctively bucked your hips into her thigh so she could get an insight into how wet your pussy was too, and it made her chuckle softly.

"so wet for each other, aren't we baby?" she spoke softly, "want me to touch your clit too?"

you nodded slightly too eagerly, with her nipple in your mouth, and she shifted her arm so it was stretched just enough to be able to brush your clit every few moments. you wanted more, so much more, but you knew to be grateful rather than greedy if you still wanted your fuck.

as soon as her finger circled your clit, you let out a big whimpery moan, desperate for more, but then she pinched your bum with her free hand and you knew you had to carry on. her hips began to buck when you sped up the movement of your fingers, adding a second to the pressure point on her clit that left her reeling for more.

you knew she wouldn't be long, and you were desperate to get it over with so you could get your kicks, while also wanting her to enjoy the experience and have it leave a lingering impact.

her breathing laboured as you sucked the other nipple into your mouth, and weaved your free hand between your bodies so you could stimulate her other one at the same time, so she had everything going on all at once that was enough to overstimulate her and give her exactly what she wanted all at once.

she started to grind down on your fingers, much like she did with your face, and her free hand grabbed your wrist and held it flush against her body.

"want me to cum again, hm, baby?"

you nodded, a gasp escaping your lips as she added another finger to the pressure on your clit, mirroring what you'd done to her. "y-yes," you choked, "cum all over my hand, p-please."

the sound of your broken voice, the whimpers tumbling from your lips, she found it all too much and couldn't help herself when her second orgasm rippled through her body. she practically growled, her body igniting in flames.

she looked hot underneath you, your eyes scanning over her body with eagerness as her orgasm rocked through her. you pulled a lip between your teeth and watched with admirable eyes right up until the aftershocks of her orgasm faded away.

"hey," she laughed, "you're good at that, aren't you, darlin'?"

"not just a pretty face, sam."

"no, you most certainly are not," she spun around so she was on her side, and allowed you to fall to your back against the mattress, "i wonder if your pussy is as pretty as your face, hm?"

she slid your pants down your thighs until they pooled at your ankles, and she admired the glisten of your wet pussy that shone in the sunlight, and didn't waste any time in getting a taste of you.

"oh... oh my.... s-sam, you're..."

"i'm a woman of my word, babe," she pulled away from your pussy and kissed across the inside of your thighs, "i'll fuck you, i will, but i just need to open you up first, hm? make sure you're nice and wet for my cock, darling."

you nodded, wriggling around on the bed until she stilled you. the anticipation was agonizing. she stilled you with a hand over your stomach, and her tongue moved back to circle your clit, the fingers from her other hand trailing around the lips of your pussy.

you were desperate, aching for the feeling of her fingers inside of you, and so repeatedly teased with circles around your hole, until eventually she slipped them in. one, at first, gently stretching you out with an expert finger.

this was in fact, not her first rodeo.

"tastes so sweet baby, you wanna taste?"

"mhm, please," you hummed.

sam's fingers pressed in and out of you, in and out, in and out, until she gathered enough of your wetness, and you opened your mouth thinking she was going to stick her fingers on your tongue. only she didn't, she licked her own fingers clean and you sat there with furrowed brows until her body drew closer to yours.

she pried open your jaw and spat your juices into your own mouth which left you spiraling. she held your mouth open and let your tongue hang out over your lip, and she continued to spit into your mouth until your tongue was covered in her own saliva.

"what a pretty little spit painted picture you are, y/n," she teased before her fingers slid down your throat and gagged you. you choked around her fingers and instinctively grabbed her wrist, "you got a safeword in mind?"

you nodded and she carried on, her fingers sliding down your throat until the muscles contracted and you gagged, spluttering and coughing when her hand pulled its way back out. her lips pressed against yours in a sloppy, wet kiss and her still-wet fingers slid between your folds and they slid inside you so much easier now.

"oh, f-fuck, sam, y-you feel so... your fingers..."

she smirked, that was the kind of moaning she was used to.

her thumb rubbed your clit aggressively and her fingers continued to curl in and out of your pussy so to stretch you out, getting you ready for her cock.

your whimpers and moans were enough to send her into overdrive, and she knew she couldn't handle it much longer. she pulled her fingers out of you and pulled her lips away from yours, and you lay there, fucked out, when she'd barely even touched you.

"keep playing with your pussy while i do this, babe," she rolled her eyes when you mewled at the loss of contact and pinched your cheeks together, "or else you're getting fucking nothing."

"o-okay."

you did as she said and pressed two fingers against your clit, carefully applying pressure that made your head spin. you watched sam get up from the bed and immediately pull her legs through the harness on the shelf. you couldn't help but squirm and moan as you watched her from behind, the view of her front in the mirror as she looped the loops so effortlessly.

"you okay there, baby?"

"i... fuck, i need you so bad, sam."

she turned over her shoulder to watch you as her hands continued to loop the loops and tie the knots, and she smirked. "i know, baby, i know," she grabbed the dildo from the bed, "my cock's almost ready for you, isn't it, darling? hm? you keeping your pussy nice and wet for daddy?"

you froze. just for a moment. at the word she'd given herself, unsure what to make of the situation. and then a moan tumbled from your lips. it was hot, really.

"y-yeah, daddy."

"good girl," she turned around once the dildo was secured, and grabbed the lube from the many different trinkets on her shelf and moved over to the bed, "show me your pussy, baby."

your hands spread your pussy apart right in front of her, allowing her full access. she pumped lube into her hand and spread it all across the base of her cock - not that she really needed it, you were already wet enough, but she just liked to put on a show.

she crawled up the bed on her knees to you until she was kneeling between your legs, and in your desperation you hooked your legs around hers and pulled her in. she chuckled at your eagerness.

your breathing was laboured as you watched her balancing herself on her knees and getting into a comfortable position. she guided her dick to your wet folds and allowed herself to tease you, just for a minute, and her lips locked into yours as she slid inside of you.

immediately, you gasped as every inch slid inside of you piece by piece. "oh, oh, fuck," you whined, "i knew you'd have insane dick game."

her hands spread your thighs apart further, and her strokes became deeper as she fought to hit every spot. you couldn't stop the whines and whimpers that escaped your lips, tumbling out of your mouth with every turn.

your legs wrapped around her waist, leaving her body flush against yours and trapping her in so she had to finish the job she'd promised. your bodies were slick with sweat, and it was arguably some of the best sex you'd ever had.

"your pussy is so fucking wet, y/n," she grunted, pulling out all the way and rubbing the tip of her cock along your clit, before pushing back in, "and yet it's still so fucking tight."

you nodded, moaning deliriously as she hooked one of your legs over her shoulder, allowing the stretch to become deeper, harder, stronger.

"it's still a pussy that was made for you, daddy," you breathed, wrapping an arm around her neck and pulling her down to your lips, "don't you agree?"

sam made a noise akin to a growl, her teeth coming into contact with your bottom lip, biting and tugging on the flesh as if it were her own to play with.

"yeah," she grunted, "my perfect little pussy."

you moaned, raising your back up off the bed and pressing your chest up against hers. her fingers drew messy circles around your clit and you began clenching around her cock, the butterflies in your stomach beginning to swarm.

"sam... 'm gonna, i don't think i..."

"surely you're not going to cum already, darling? i haven't even turned you over yet."

with that, sam pulled out and spun you around, your head pressed into the pillows. she moved you how she wanted you, her perfectly eager little doll, with your arms up on your back and your arse up in the air, giving her leverage to grip your arms as she fucked you full force.

one hand gripped your wrists, while the other spread apart your cheeks as best she could, and as you felt a dribble of spit travelling down from your bum to your pussy you whined and writhed.

"stop being so dramatic, darling," she pinched your bum, "please just let me fuck you."

your words jumbled in the pillowcase and sam didn't have the patience to stop and ask you what it was. she wanted to see you cumming and she wanted to be the one to do it. her thrusts were rapid, the consistent rhythm making you dizzy, and you didn't think you'd be able to keep your composure for much longer.

"sam... s-sam, please, i-i can't..."

"what do you want, pretty girl? hm? you gonna tell me?"

"i... i need to... please let me cum," you struggled with your words through the relentless thrusting of her hips but you were teetering on the edge and you physically couldn't hold it much longer. "please."

your pussy clenched around her dick and she knew you wouldn't last much longer, "seeing as you asked so nicely, my darling, why don't you cum all over my cock."

your hands gripped at nothing, and you'd be left with the sting of your fingernails digging into your skin for hours to come, but you didn't really care in that moment. sam continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her mind reeling as you practically exploded all over her.

every moan and whimper you had rolled into one and your words became incoherent from just before your orgasm hit you, to until you'd ridden it out.

sam pulled her cock out of your pussy and it was followed by a little trickle of juices, which she immediately bent down to lick up. you shuddered and instinctively moved your body away, and she noticed this, patting you on the leg softly.

"i'm still here, until next wednesday," she said after a few minutes of silence, sliding some shorts on over her strap-on, "i was just wondering if you fancied doing this again?"

"gonna tip me every time? seeing as you think i'm an escort," you both laughed and she handed you your clothes as you sat round the side of the bed, "no, that would be nice. but, maybe not while i'm working."

she smirked. "what time does your shift finish?"

"probably about one thirty, providing i don't get fired."

"don't worry," she threw a shirt on over her head, "i'll make sure to give you a glowing review."

[tigermark]

hii! i came from the author notes from the jaehyun chatfic, and it required me to send a request(?) i'd like to request a secret night drive (whether a bike or a car or something silly like a stolen trolley from a girl scout and a bike to drag it) and i'd imagine it to be with any nct dream member tbh (they all give ride or die kind of vibe) ^^ this was all over the place but i hope you got an idea out of my yapping >><< ty in advance! <33

LMFAO THIS IS SO FUNNY thank you for requesting!!! i decided to do jeno because biker jeno is something else omg.. anyway i hope you enjoy!! 🫶

late night drive with jeno .˚⊹⁺ ‧

pairing : biker!jeno x reader

genre : fluff

synopsis : as the title/req says; jeno takes you on a late night drive on his motorcycle

tw : established relationship,

a/n : i was in the middle of writing thus and then i closed my tumblr on accident i nearly quit tbh 🫣 but yes pls keep requesting guyssss :3

jeno knew it was late, around 12 am, but he still showed up at your house. he knocked on your door, face lighting up when you opened it. he stood on your doorstep with a helmet, and you immediately know what entailed his visit.

"hi love, i know it's late but do you wanna go for a ride?" he asks, turning over his shoulder to point at his motorcycle. you follow his gaze before looking back at him and the helmet, nodding.

"sure, that sounds fun," you say with a smile, jeno's expression changing to one of relief and happiness. "let's go."

jeno hands you the helmet and you walk to his motorcycle where he puts his own helmet on. you struggle a bit to put yours on so he helps, "here let me do it love," he says as he puts the strap around your chin and buckles it. once its secured on, he pats your head and smiles.

"hop on," he says, slinging his leg over the vehicle. you follow his actions and wrap your arms around his torso. "where are we gonna go?" you ask him.

he starts the motorcycle and thinks a bit at your question, looking over his shoulder. "well we can't go anywhere until you put your visor on baby, don't want anything getting in those pretty eyes."

he reaches back and pushes down the piece of plastic that covers your eyes, making you smile. "sorry i forgot..." you say as you lean a bit closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

she shakes his head and reaches back to pat your hesd again. "it's okay baby, now let's get going hm?" you nod and he starts to drive, your grip on his torso tightening a bit.

you always feel so safe riding with jeno. you know how many dangerous things he does, which worry you more than anything ever, but he drives more calmly with you as a passenger.

as he drives you around the city you admire the scenery, quickly realizing where he's taking you; to your favorite spot to hide out. every stop light he makes sure you're okay and gently runs his fingers over your skin, making you shiver a bit.

it doesn't take long to reach your destination, and it brings back just as many memories as it always does. jeno had shown you this spot when you first started dating, telling you it was the perfect spot to stargaze due to its distance from the city and lack of trees.

you both get off the motorcycle and take off your helmets, placing them onto the seat. you immediately look up, smiling at the sight of the stars sparkling in the sky.

"they're so pretty tonight.." you say, head still tilted back. "and the moon.. wow."

jeno chuckles at your amazement, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a back hug. "i know, that's why i brought you here," he says simply, looking up at the sky with you. "i knew you would love it."

you finally break your gaze from the sky to try and look at him, noticing that he's still looking up. he quickly tilts his head back down and grabs your chin, kissing you.

everything feels so unreal. the breeze running past you and jeno, the stars and moon sparkling in the sky, and most of all the feeling of his lips on yours. you sink into the kiss before he pulls away, smiling brightly.

"c'mon baby, let's sit down," he suggests, his hands moving down to yours as he gently pulls you down to the ground as he sits down on the cushy grass. you situate yourself next to him, nestling your head in the crook of his neck.

"it feels like we haven't done this in forever," you comment, neck still craned at the stars. jeno nods and grabs your hand, gently running his fingers over the back of it.

"i'm sorry baby, i'll make sure to take you more often," he smiles then squeezes your hand, looking up at the sky himself.

you sit in silence for a bit, just enjoying the view and each others presence. jeno, however, is more fixated on you than the sky. his eyes trace over your every feature, smiling to himself at your beauty.

he suddenly lets go of your hand which makes you look back at him, and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with a dreamy look in his eye. "wanna know something baby?"

you look into his eyes, nodding at his question. he smiles again, eyes raking over your face. "i think you're prettier than any star out here. you shine more than them too."

his words make your face heat up a bit, at which he chuckles. "you're serious?" jeno immediately nods, grabbing your hand again.

"oh for sure," he responds as if you just asked him if one plus one equals two. "you're my star. mine and no one elses, alright?"

[hanasonma]

TWST Boys (+Faculty) running to the store for you

Riddle

- Has the shopping list in hand as soon as he steps foot in the store

- Does that thing where when you're lost but don't want to ask for help🫢

Trey

- Normally getting things on the top shelf for other people

- Not afraid to ask for help himself

- Is someone who wears the employee colour shirt and had been mistaken as manager once

Cater

- He's the 2nd quickest shopper (20min max)

- Won't call you but will go back and return an item if you got it wrong

Deuce

- Calls you multiple times, making sure he gets the right thing

- "Where is the .... eyelash glue...for my friend of course!"

Ace

- "I don't need a list I've got a great memory"-Ace (I forget my own birthday) Trappola

- He's getting something for himself with your money.

- Has tried to shoplift once but got caught and his mother was called

Leona

- Why can't you get it??

- IF he's feeling the mood, might go, Ruggie following along to help carry the bags

- Knows the best products and what not to waste your money on

Ruggie

- List? Check. Money? Check. Calculator? Check.

- This man makes bargains like no one can

- He's using your money so he defo pulling out the calculator to make sure you gave him enough

Jack

- He's pushing a trolley around

- If he doesn't know what product of an item you want he's going with his gut

Azul

- Walks in like he owns the place (he has no clue where anything is)

- Jade is making fun of him for not knowing where the elastic bands are (he has no clue himself)

Jade

- A bit suspicious that he might add mushrooms.

- Yuu had asked for a small packet of feta cheese and now Jade is coming back with rolls of it 😔

- Get ready to get out your radiation metre as he came back all soggy and wet yet won't explain why

Floyd

- You catch him in a good mood.... he's willing to go for you

- Forgets half the things you ask

- You wrote him a list but he ate it

- You're not getting your things in one piece/ or even the correct items

- You found a half eaten apple next to goose milk

Kalim

- Please don't. Jamil is on his knees begging Yuu to not ask Kalim.

- Yuu found their items in a pinata

- Although it was cute Kalim did get scolded. At least he bought everything even if it was the most expensive brands

Jamil

- Excellent as always.

- "Why should I bother with someone like you?" You then proceeded to ask Kalim which got Jamil stressed enough to agree to do it instead

- Did buy something for himself with your money. He doesn't care. You ain't the Al-Asim family.

Vil

- Knows his way around the market

- What should've been a 5 minute pit stop turned to an hour trying new products

- Ate half of your watermelon on the way home

Rook

- Please no.

- He won't shut up about being blessed to be asked by you.

- Don't worry. He knows what you need from the store.

Epel

- You full on expected him to get on a horse and ride his way to and back from the store

- Carries all the bags in one hand

- Forgot the Pineapple. Everytime. You think that he might have something against pineapple

Idia

- Sends Ortho.

- Would rather shop online for you. He's rich...sorta he could just get Ortho to give it to you.

Ortho

- Online shopping 100%

- Actually happy to help and knows what's healthy or if there is a better brand to buy

- This boy helps Yuu save money like no other bank can

Malleus

- Help this man.

- Holds his calculator out and muttering the costs out loud.

- Technically doesn't need to but he doesn't want to waste any of your money

Lilia

- GOOD LUCK.

- Actually good at memorising the items but it depends on if he wants to play a prank or not

- JK. Aww you got everything back in one piece. Wait. Why do the eggs have sharpies on them?

Silver

- You will receive 99% of everything correctly (he cannot tell the difference between different milks)

- Has been caught being suspicious as he creeps down aisle (Lilia was trying to find him to help)

Sebek

- He went there for you? No. He went for Malleus, yours is just a side quest

- Calls Lilia and ask him about where things are

- "EXCUSE ME-" "WHY ARE YOU WEARING THE EMPLOYEE SHIRT COLOUR IF YOU'RE NOT AN EMPLOYEE?"

Sam

- He's got it all saved for you

- He hasn't stepped foot in an actual store in over 5 years, using his own shop.

Mr.Trein

- If be had the time he would.

- On the occasion he was free he'd be happy to go. Maybe you should come along and meet his daughters while there. They were going to meet up there anyway.

Crewel

- Doesn't call you and gets things 100% accurate

- Pays for the items that involve proper nutrition as he knows Crowely ain't paying you shit

Vargas

- Say goodbye to all the snacks and sugar you wanted.

- He might make an exception and sneak a chocolate bar in there but he's full on rewriting your list

Crowely

- Run.

- Honestly almost got arrested for stealing. Said he didn't but then won't stop when the employees asked him too

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

the sweetest choice

↖ navigation: seventeen masterlist || main masterlist

pairing: boyf! joshua x ! reader

↬ tags: domestic life with shua xoxo (what did i just write??), happy birthday to me and my delusions where i'm actually married to joshua hong my one and only ultimate bias of all times i kid you not, happy birthday to me <3

summary: even in the most mundane moments, joshua’s thoughtfulness never fails to remind you how much he loves you.

word count: 543 words

joshua feels you leave his side before he registered you getting distracted by the drinks on display when walking past it.

"shua, over here!" without a seconds hesitation, he backtracks to the drinks stand where you were staring intently at. you flit your gaze to him and he immediately knows what you were going to say.

"shall we get one bottle to share? this looks like a new promotional item!" you excitedly pointed to the various colorful bottles and truly, joshua could see why they caught your attention. while getting fruit juice wasn't part of the shopping list, joshua relents because it's you. (not that he minded because he knew you were more snackish than he was--something he adored.)

you gently pulled joshua towards you, hesitance creeping into your voice, "i can't choose which one to get."

"i'm fine with anything." he assures you, but when you shoot him a disapproving look, joshua laughs, "why don't you think about it some more? i'll go grab the other items on this list." that compromise seemed to appease you and you nodded (joshua thinks you were so lovely like this, all determined to pick out the best flavor), "okay!"

"don't run away, yeah? i'll grab the other items and be back in a few." he rubs your shoulders comfortingly, and stepped away from you.

he begins filling the supermarket trolley with groceries, making sure to stock up on some necessities for the house. he smiles to himself, still unable to believe that you two were finally staying together for good. long were the days where you two stayed up late in a call, on the verge of falling asleep.

as joshua made one round through the many aisles, he silently chuckles at the sight of you deep in thought with two bottles in your hands. he decides to walk around one more time, letting you take your time.

"so, which one did you decide to get?" he finally pushes the trolley towards you. "i was looking up the ingredients and thought you'd benefit from these. there's some immunity boost and also vitamins!" you held up a purplish red concoction and joshua pats the top of your head, "thank you for thinking of me, my love." you placed it into the trolley, linking arms with him, "i searched very carefully, you know?"

his heart warms at the idea of you watching out for him, just as he does for you, "i can see you did your research. i'll be sure to drink them and get stronger." as the two of you checked out, he loads the items into the back of the car as you watched him, "thanks for waiting. i must have taken quite some time to decide earlier."

your bashful admission cause his heart to skip a beat. even after all this time, you were always so considerate and sweet. pulling you to his side, he pressed a kiss on your forehead, "i don't mind it one bit. in fact because i let you think about it carefully, it's a win win situation that you got me something nice to drink too!"

"such a smooth talker. i love you." you hugged him back and he sighs into your embrace, "i love you too sweetheart."

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[agroupiewhore]

Some random headcanons about what it would be like to date Enzo and a little imagine with him. I haven't wrote anything in ages so apologies if this is shite. Please no hate but let me know if you like this etc. I am always welcome to feedback/ thoughts/ comments/ concerns. Sorry in advance for grammar and spelling and punctuation

🐟🐳🐙🔵🪱

(THIS MANS JAWLINE IS MORE STRUCTURED THAN MY LIFE)

*Disclaimer: This is my own work and my own self-indulgent ideas, none of this is based in reality. And warnings for making out etc, nothing too explicit (PG-13)

✨️ There is no way you ever have to carry your own bag. This man is rushing in to help you. Whether that's your handbag on date night or all of the shopping bags after your weekly grocery shop run. And yes, he refuses to make 2 trips to the car.

✨️ Speaking of weekly shops runs, Enzo is that boyfriend who always pushes the trolley/ cart.

✨️ Matching Adidas trackies. Never quite knowing whose joggers/ t shirts/ jackets that belonged to.

✨️ Wearing his boxers after sex to go down and make a fresh batch of coffee.

✨️ Is always entertaining you with unusual facts and information about Uruguay and is keen for you to learn and embrace his culture and he is keen to learn more about yours.

✨️ Matching your nail varnish to his bow tie/ tie/ shirt colour etc.

✨️ Midnight beach walks where you tell eachother all your hopes and dreams and desires, all the 'deep stuff' you feel you can't tell eachother when it's daylight as it seems to real.

✨️ This man can dance. He has so much natural rhythm and is such a natural. He'll always be the first one up on the dance floor at parties and cast parties and would much rather spend the time on the dance floor with you rather than talking. Also at home will put on whatever dance music he wants and will just start dancing with you.

✨️ Dressing up as Kylo Ren and Rey for Halloween. "Well I mean... I think we should go as them, it would look good" "Fine"

A Perfect Day

You went to open the fridge to find the pouring cream for your iced coffees but were distracted by the note attached to the front, wrote in Enzo's beautiful cursive handwriting. You smiled to yourself as you read it. He always left the most beautiful love notes and this one was no exception. It simply read "You're my happy place". You took the note off the fridge and folded it neatly and placed it in your dressing gown pocket. You were saving them all, for what you weren't sure, but you pictured a future for you and enzo, maybe one day sticking all the notes down into a scrap book and passing it onto your daughter. To show her how much she should be loved by another. You smiled at the thought and opened the fridge, finally, to find the pouring cream. After Enzo had finished filming, touring and surving the awards season the two of you finally had some time and moved in together. The first thing he had done was gone out and found the most fanciest coffee machine. You guys hadn't even bought a bed yet at that point. You finished making your drinks and went back upstairs. Enzo was sat up in bed, shirtless.

"Well damn, it's hot this morning." You laughed as you sat back in bed next to him, being careful not to spill anything. "Here my angel." You passed him the iced coffee. He carefully took it from you and took that first heavenly sip.

"Hmm, perfecto." He said closing his eyes with a satisfied smile on his face. "I do not know how I survived without having you around, only you can make my coffee right."

"I'm sure there is someone else who could, I could always teach them, it's not too hard. There aren't any crazy secret ingredients." You replied "I just make it with love, I think that's why it's so good." Enzo leaned over and kissed you. "I love you so much, mi amor." He said as he took your hand. "What would you like to do today?"

"We need to go shopping to get a couple things and I was thinking maybe we could have a go at making our own pizzas for dinner?" You suggested, admiring him.

"You always have the best ideas, I have a couple more things to add to the list so please don't let me forget my love." Enzo said as he got out of bed. It would never get old seeing how beautiful he was. It was like he had been sculpted by the world's most incredible artist whose attention to detail no one was able to match. You felt so lucky to not only be with one so handsome but to also have discovered someone with a soul that was equally as beautiful. Enzo gave all of his love and time to you. He was always there, his strength and resilience gave you strength. He was so honoured and humbled to have been given such an important role in the film and the sincerity in which he handled his part was inspiring to you. He never got angry when you would call him in the middle of the night due to the time differences or when he had come home to see that you had used his entire bottle of his most expensive cologne. You had missed him a lot while he was away filming so decided one night to spray a little of it on to the pillow next to you, then a little onto your wrist; just to make it seem like he was there with you, however next thing you knew you'd unintentionally sprayed the entire bottle around the house and it was now empty. Enzo found it to be a most romantic gesture and when he left again to complete filming took a pot of your lip balm to apply each night so it could feel like you'd just kissed him. You heard the shower turn on and got up from the bed again to decide what to wear for today. It was a simple errand day so you grabbed a pair of Adidas joggers and a black long sleeved top.

"Wow, you look so beautiful." He said staring at you.

"What? These?" You laughed. "It's a step up from pajamas."

"You look perfect, I love it so much I will also wear mine." He said as he began looking in the wardrobe.

"Maybe one day you could surprise everyone and wear Nike." You laughed. You admired him once again as he got dressed and then you both finished your coffees. Ofcourse Enzo insisted on driving and you sat in the passenger seat and played DJ. Enzo was a cautious driver, especially whilst you were in the car. He could never understand men who drove dangerously to try and impress their partners. How could he risk your life? He couldn't live with himself if anything happened to you, especially if he was the cause of it. You thought is was sweet how he was always so gentle and careful with you. He parked up outside the supermarket.

"I can get my door." You said quickly, opening it as soon as he turned off the ignition. A few times Enzo had managed to run around to open your car door whilst you rummaged around for your handbag or wallet. He was always the gentleman.

"You know I love opening it for you." He said sweetly as he linked his hand with yours. "I'll push the cart."

"I wasn't even going to try." You laughed. Enzo had to push the trolley. He just had to, it wasn't an option for you ever. It made him feel helpful and supportive. You took the list out of your pocket as you walked in with him and began looking down the aisles.

"We have to get these crisps, you'll love them." You said, standing on your tip toes.

"I got it baby." Enzo said, barely having to extend his arm to grab the pack. There were times when his height came in handy and this was certainly one of them. One time the two of you had a fight that had started off as a result of something so small and petty and then seemingly didn't stop and just kept getting worse and worse. It was the first night the two of you went to bed without apologies or saying how much you loved one another. The next day you didn't say a word to him, you'd returned from work and Enzo had moved all of your favourite snacks and drinks to the top shelves so you had no choice but to talk to him.

"And can you get those ones as well, my love. That flavour looks good too." You said pointing to the packet next to it.

"Anything for you." He said, grabbing everything you asked for. You carried on walking through the supermarket getting everything you needed to make pizza later.

"I'll get this." You said, putting your card on the card reader first.

"No, no!" Enzo insisted. "Baby, we talked about this".

"I'll pay." You said "It's fine honey". Enzo muttered in Spanish about how he should be the one paying. The two of you walked back to the car and together loaded the shopping into the back of the car and drove back.

"Are you going to let me carry any of the shopping?" You asked.

"Not a chance." Enzo laughed and leaned over to kiss you. You kissed him back and gently tugged on the back of his hair to be able to kiss down his beautifully structured jawline.

"I love you so much." You said, between kisses.

"I love you so much more." He said. He kissed the tip of your nose and rested his forehead against yours. His soft eyelashes gently brushing your skin. "I got the shopping, don't worry." You got out of the car and opened the door for him. Enzo grabbed all the bags and followed you in.

"Baby, one day all the bags are going to break and I don't know what you will do." You said as you began putting everything away. "Leave the pizza ingredients out, my love."

"Anything for you, I will cut mine in to a heart shape." He said, doing as you asked him. You smiled at him.

"I might try and do a star or something, I don't know." You said. "Maybe the shape of a coffee bean."

"You know me so well." He said smiling as the last of the shopping was put away. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was turning a beautiful pink colour. You went out onto the balcony and looked out. The view was beautiful, just like your life now. You heard the doors slide open and Enzo stepped outside. You continued to look out as you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. He kissed your neck gingerly taking in the smell of your perfume and moisturiser. The two of you fitting together perfectly, the final missing piece of the jigsaw to your life.

[kairiscorner]

hiii can you write a e42 miles (or both Idc) where they been dating for some time but we still haven’t meet rio and for some reason rio doesn’t know he got a gf, so one day Rio and us meet and we talk to her and after like a while we become like friends yk and she’s like you shoudl meet my son and you can do whatever you want with that thxxxx <33333

OHHHH SURE SURE ANON !! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS <333

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my son would love you. — miles 42 x reader

you waited by your parents' offices, what with the two of them being doctors, they were constantly busy and had a lot on their plates. you were just scrolling through your phone as you were seated down by the waiting area, patiently listening to the ticking of the clock's hands as the seconds passed by, getting closer and closer to the end of their office hours.

your attention was completely on your phone, not really minding anything else until you heard the clatter of some medical equipment by the small trolley this female nurse with long, dark curly hair was pushing. she accidentally bumped the trolley against the wall as she made way for the patients passing by her–she muttered to herself in spanish as she hurriedly crouched down to pick it all up.

looking up from your phone, you felt bad for the woman–you decided to help her as you got to your feet and began making your way towards her. you crouched down next to her and handed her the tongue depressors and gauzes you found sprawled on the floor. you handed them to her with a gentle smile, and you soon saw her smiling back. there was something about this woman that felt reminiscent of someone dear in your life, but you couldn't figure out who or why you were drawing that connection out of nowhere, but as you were thinking, the woman had thanked you repeatedly for your help.

"it's no problem, really, i'm just glad you didn't have to clean this all up on your own." you said with a gentle voice as the woman helped you get up on your feet. the woman smiled at you as she looked at you up and down. "such a kind soul you are, really, i can't thank you enough. say, you seem a bit familiar, do you by any chance attend brooklyn visions academy?" she asked you as you nodded. her smile widened as she witnessed your affirmation. "oh! that's wonderful, my son attends that school, too. you'd love him, he's just like you. though dare i say, he's a little cranky sometimes." she says with a chuckle as you chuckled back, being reminded of a certain boy you knew who was incredibly cranky during mornings when anyone but you would talk to him.

"that'd be nice, though, i... i kinda have a boyfriend already." you told her as her smiling expression morphed into one of surprise. "oh... oh, that's okay. you don't have to think of it that way, you guys can be friends." she said as her smile returned; she introduced herself to you as rio morales, and you introduced yourself to her–she found your name very fitting for a person as beautiful and kind as you, no wonder your parents named you that name. you spoke with that woman as you waited for your parents to finish up–with the two of you sharing about yourselves, your hobbies, and a certain person you two had deemed to be very important in your lives. you enjoyed rio's company and keeping her company, and these little exchanges and late night conversations between you two would go on for a few weeks–almost a whole month–until rio had mustered up the courage to ask you and your family if you could come have dinner with them.

your parents were okay with it, they did want some time away from work anyway and more time with you; and the thought of dining at their coworker's place intrigued them, they were more than willing to come over, and so were you. as your family neared the apartment unit where rio's family lived, you heard a barrage of voices inside–three voices to be exact. rio's voice surfaced compared to the other two, whose voices were male–one of which you swore you heard before, a voice you were far too familiar with. rio spoke out in spanish to one of the males there to open the door for the guests since she was busy making sure the food wouldn't burn.

footsteps were heard from the other end as the door's mechanisms clicked and the doorknob turned, and behind the door was rio's son, the young boy who bore the surname 'morales', and... was your boyfriend. the boy greeted your family, looking up at your parents first until he turned and saw you. his face became flustered almost immediately, his eyes going wide and his mouth hanging open as the words he was meant to utter just fell flat and his voice had ultimately gone mute. his uncle from inside the unit had called out to miles, gesturing to him to let your family in, breaking him out of his trance. he stepped aside and opened the door wider for you and your family to enter, with his gaze following your own bashful and surprised one.

"good... evening to you, my mom's new friend." he said with a slight smile as you chuckled and nodded. "you too... mrs. morales' son, handsome son, might i add. she says so, they were her words, not mine." you said in a teasing manner as miles felt even more sheepish and chuckled, thinking that, out of all the people in the universe... his partner had to befriend his own mother, without either one of your parents knowing you both were more than just strangers towards each other.

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[rustedleopard]

I wanna hear your thoughts on starlo being more mature than jin

The jist of it is that Starlo is able to acknowledge that he's wrong more easily than Chujin and grow past it.

If Clover surrenders to Starlo in their fight, instead of immediately shooting, he hesitates and starts to reconsider. The final nail in the coffin is when Ceroba calls him out on his actions. As soon as Ceroba tells him that he's not acting like himself and helps him figure out that he's in the wrong here, he apologizes for his actions and cuts the brave Western hero act and shows Clover who he really is to make up for it. He also calls out Ceroba for trying to kill Clover and comes to both of their rescues at the end of the Steamworks and supports Ceroba in her lowest moment at the end of True Pacifist.

Chujin, meanwhile, looks mature on paper. He has (had) a respectable job and is older and seems more put together. But he can't acknowledge when he's wrong. He messed up building a robot 8 times and yet kept begging for more chances even though some of those mess-ups were dangerous. Then when Asgore gets frustrated with him and tells him that it's over (after he set The Prince's Grave on fire, btw!!!), instead of cutting his losses and saying "Could I keep my job as an engineer and I promise to stop building Axis robots?" he continues to push his robot as something that Asgore/monsterkind will need. After all the chances Asgore gave him and setting a child's grave on fire, he still can't see himself as in the wrong. (And considering that the model that he showed off was the eighth in the line-up yet we meet Axis Model 014 and how there are robot parts scattered around his house, he likely refused to stop working on Axis robots even after being fired.)

He hid parts about himself that he feared could be seen as shameful/bad from his wife (Axis, his firing, his secret lab, killing Integrity, his serum up until the last moments of his life (and even then he tells Ceroba to wait until after he dies to look in his secret basement lab)) because he had to be perfect in her eyes. He only brings up not wanting to be looked down on in the tape where he talks about being fired, but it's likely that this fear of being seen as imperfect by Ceroba was what made him keep all of these secrets (even KANAKO, his own daughter, knew about Axis!!!!).

And when it comes to his Boss Monster Serum, he knew that it could be dangerous and but he just HAD to be the hero and kept injecting himself multiple times. He was stupid and reckless. He didn't consider how his actions would affect the people around him until it was too late. And when his Boss Monster Serum poisoned him fatally, instead of questioning if he's wrong/if this is even possible, he accuses Integrity's SOUL of being defective and THAT'S why it failed... with no real evidence to back up that claim. Trust me, I'm right on my super serum that'll save everybody, it was the SOUL that was bad, trust me. This is the way. I just need a "pure" SOUL and it'll all work out.

Instead of giving his wife the chance to live peacefully and mourn him, he tasks her with continuing the same work that killed him (and with no consideration for stuff like access to the necessary resources (a "pure" human SOUL, a Boss Monster) and her mental peace/her life after losing the person she loves (he literally tasks her with the murder an innocent person)).

Don't get me wrong, Starlo isn't the Pinnacle of Maturity. He still does plenty of stupid stuff like kidnap Clover and lock up Martlet, who are just... innocent people that wanted to pass through his town. He struggles to accept more difficult answers/moral greyness like with the Trolley Problem and how he snaps at Clover for killing Ceroba when--from his perspective--Ceroba was trying to kill Clover before he passed out and then he wakes up to seeing an alive Clover and Ceroba's dust; it's plausible self-defense and Clover has the right to defend themself. He still tries to kill Clover after losing himself to his sheriff persona and digs himself deeper into the idea that he's right and everybody else is wrong before the people around him help him snap out of it.

But the question isn't "Who's the most mature one out of everyone?", it's 'Between Starlo and Chujin, who's the more mature one?'" And the answer is Starlo. Starlo was also able to grow past his faults and acknowledges when he's messed up. Chujin, meanwhile, refused to self-reflect and consider if he's wrong, and that's what killed him in the end.

[singsongraptor]

I'm so fucking pissed. I went to donate plasma today so I could have a little money. New game comes out Friday, we need toilet paper, need bread, I donate twice & can get it all! Get there, oh you're due for a physical, cool. Nurse sees my rollator, looks at me sideways.

"what do you need the walker for?"

This is a standard question for me. Every med professional always asks. Not offended, standard question requires standard answer. "Pain and weakness."

She looks at me with the disbelief. "Do you have a doctor's note saying you need that?"

???? Yes?

"you don't seem like you're really using it. You look like you're just pushing it around."

BITCH.

You saw me walk, at most, 15 feet. My walking problems are more obvious over much longer distances & time spent standing & also depends on if it's a good day & what I've been doing all week

But also! You can't see pain! You can't see weakness per se! And if I want to waste 60-300 bucks on a mobility aid I don't need, that's my prerogative!

I keep my cool, but like who TF are you lady? She continued grilling me about my damn rollator too! "There's no note in the system about it"

What that gotta do with me? That's your colleagues that didn't put any notes in the system about it. I don't have an answer for that & I don't need one!

"I've had a rollator for years & never had a problem here or at B Positive" (B Positive is another plasma donation center)

"Well, I'm putting it in the chart"

Like ok, fine. I can't stop you anyway.

"It's nothing against you, but you need to be healthy and well to donate."

My legs ain't got shit to do with donating plasma, but wtfever. Get on the exam table and she does her thing. Gets to listening to my heart & "I feel like I hear extra beats."

She goes to get a colleague, who also hears irregular beats. Supposedly. Can't prove or disprove, but it's sus. However, instead of just deferring me for a day or two, they write up my chart as requiring a fucking DOCTOR'S NOTE, with records! For their docs to then review

This is nasty, diabolical work, bcuz it effectively cuts off income to mostly poor ppl until they can get to a Dr, get the records and notes filled out, then come back and have it all further reviewed, to maybe get cleared to resume donating. I have never had any issues until this lady!

And I'd be less pissed and less suspicious that she screwed me over being an ableist bitch if she didn't tack on "it's nothing personal, but this is why I said you have to be healthy and well to donate" right before I left. Cuz fuck the fuck off, I've never had an issue donating ever until YOU

My POTS and my asthma are relatively well controlled and I use my inhaler before donating regularly cuz it's a half mile walk from the nearest trolley stop to the plasma center and I've never had this issue! Until miss "you don't look like you're using that"

Like how can I not be sus that this was a setup? She decided I didn't need to be there and kicked me out is how it looks. Like I was hoping to maybe not have to beg so much for March, but fuck me I guess! The universe just on my ass today for no reason.

Like I'm expected to believe two nurses who know jack shit about me caught a possible arrhythmia or murmur that my thorough and caring cardiologist ain't catch in 6 years? Just by coincidence? Just so happen? Fuck outta here.

Like why would you defer me like this when there's no reason to believe this is evidence of some occult issue, especially when I'm on a medication with known, transient, cardiac side effects (Albuterol) which I have always made sure was in my chart. Like it just smells like funk and I'm furious.

[emeraldhazeart]

Oh hey thank you for following XD I am curious since you like tmnt 03 and Leo is your favorite I was wondering what’s your opinion on Raph how do you feel about him?

Hiya. Thank you so much for your ask 💚

Oh stars, I love all the 03 boys! Every one of them is just perfect, as far as I'm concerned. They will always be the version of the turtles, for me. 😅

This got long, so I've put it below a Read more 😅

I must admit, though, I didn't really vibe with Raph when I was growing up. You're right: Leo is my favourite, but in terms of personality, I'm much more like Donnie. So, I found it difficult to connect with the brash, "count on [him] to throw the first punch" Raphael.

That said, I've really grown to appreciate Raph as I've gotten older. Fanfic is always a powerful empathising tool for putting you into the mind of a character you might not have otherwise gelled with, and there are so many fantastic explorations of his character out there!

In addition, I guess my own worldview has evolved as I've grown wiser. So now, I'm much better able to see his hot headed temperament and gruff exterior for what they really are: Ralph's own unique way of expressing his love for his family.

I love how he's the Red Oni to Leo's Blue. I love how they're two sides of the same coin. I love how they each take up the mantle of the Responsible One™️ when the other is going through it. I love how there's no denying they love each other as brothers, even when they're at each other's throat.

I love how considerate he is of Donnie. I love how they've got this unique bond where they can come together and talk machines as equals. I can definitely see why they're often portrayed as twins in fanon.

I love how clearly the push and pull between him and Mikey is a way they show they care about each other. I love how ready Raph is to give Mikey outlets, even if he hides it beneath a frustrated growl and a slap on the back of the head.

I love how he seeks out Splinter for guidance in the rare moments when he's lost. I love how you can tell his Dad means so much to him, even if Raph will only ever say so through actions rather than words.

I love how Raph is always the first to jump to any of his brothers' aid. I love how it's clear that, even though he may talk tough, at the end of the day, his family is the most important thing in the world to him, and he's not afraid to show it. I love how his Number 1 priority is always and forever to his family.

(I know that seems a bit redundant - they'd all put their family first. But I feel like Raph is perhaps the only one that would choose to save his brother's over the rest of the world.

Leo would be bound by honour to do the Right Thing, Mikey's compassion wouldn't let him save his brothers over an innocent, and Donnie would be forced to choose the most logical option. None of them would like it, but they'd all feel compelled to act for The Greater Good, even if it meant sacrificing their family.

But Raph? I honestly can't see him making any other choice but his brothers. Sure, he'd lay down his life for them in a heartbeat, but to paraphrase the words of Amy Rose in Sonic 06, if Raph had to choose between the world or his brothers, he'd choose his brothers.

And I don't mean that in a negative way. It's an impossible Trolley Problem choice, and there are no right answers. I don't think Raph is any less noble for making the "selfish" choice. If anything, I respect him more because he would make that choice, and he'd defend it to the end.)

Wow, that got long, sorry 😅 I didn't realise I had that much to say about Raph. Then again, that's the beauty of the 03 turtles for you: they're such goldmines of exploration and characterisation 💚

[reecewritesworld]

Exchange Beauxbatons Student

Note :

➜ english isnt my first language

➜ this is still a work in progress

Please like and follow if you like this as i will be continuing this throughout the week. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𓊈 reblogs r okay! 𓊉 🍓ྀིྀི

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Laughter and cheer filled the September cold air, families saying goodbye to their children off on another year of adventure. Harry had spent most of the summer at the Burrow with Ron and Ginny. Hermione often would stop by to say hello to the both of them.

"Lets go into this compartment." Hermione said lugging her belongings.

"Alright." Ron grunted while dragging his stuffed suitcase.

As they entered the compartment they put their belongings away just in time for the train to start moving.

"I heard there is a new girl transfering from Beauxbatons to here." Hermione exclaimed.

"Really?" Harry replied curiously.

"Yeah, I feel bad for her." Hermione declared, "She had to leave all her friends."

"Must be rough." Ron added.

She stepped into the compartment, gracefully closing the door behind her.

"Hello, i'm Tatum Amélie Nelson. May I sit with you guys?" She said, smiling.

"I-uh.." Ron stuttered, "Sure!"

Hermione glanced at Ron and sighed,

"Of course! Are you the transfer student?" Hermione asked.

"Mhm!" Tatum nodded.

"Why are you here?" Harry added.

"Harry!" Hermione snapped, locking eye contact with him.

"No it's fine" Tatum laughed, "Dumbledore requested my presence here."

"Why?" Harry remarked, interested.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled, "We just met her, dont let her think you're a snoop."

"So Tessa-" Ron said getting interupped.

"Tatum." She corrected.

"Sorry we didnt give a proper introduction, i'm Hermione Granger." She proudly shared, breaking the tension.

"Ron Weasley"

"Harry Potter"

"Pleased to meet you all." Tatum commented.

The trolley bell dinged.

"I'll go get us some stuff." Harry added, walking out of the compartment.

Harry tripped over a foot, he fell to the ground and hit his head hard on the floor.

"Can't even stay on your own feet, Potter?" Malfoy laughed.

Harry sighed, about to get up when Malfoy kicked him with his shoe. Harry's head bounced back hitting the floor even harder. The compartment door opened and Tatum walked through Malfoy, pushing him to the side.

"Need a hand?" Tatum remarked, with a smile on her face.

"Yeah, thanks." Harry said grabbing her hand for support to pull him up.

"Pott-" Draco started

"Quiet." Tatum whispered, loud enough for Malfoy to hear.

Tatum turned around facing the trolley, grabbing four chocolate frogs to share.

"Here, four sickles." Tatum gave to the trolley worker.

"Thank you, ma'am" The worker said as Tatum and Harry walked into the compartment.

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𐔌 Thank you for reading! 𐦯

Word count : 399 Characters : Draco, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Tatum, Trolley worker

[novemberfyshenuke]

Robotic Playtime

I may or may not have done something bad again....I'm not sure if this is ooc (This wasn't originally supposed to be Vash but I had to make it about him)

Summary: Turning off his pain sensors don't seem to affect his other sensations as you work on repairing his wiring. (Cy!Vash/reader) (This does have wire play; read with discretion) Shift in perspective from third to second for some spicier stuff.

Here again he sits on the cold metal frame. It tilted diagonally, almost hard to balance on when one was seated on the wider sides. The room was filled with walls of tools and machinery and gadgets. Elendira, being the occupant, was quite fond of tinkering with all things related to scientific reverie.

However, it was not the her who dragged Vash down from the airpad to the tech room. It was a this angry little creature who began dragging him along without letting him slip a word in. Stubborn to a point that rivaled Knives, they were someone Vash believes could actually stand against his prideful brother.

Many on this planet were odd. From all kinds of diverse backgrounds with troublesome pasts that chase them down.

And example was this individual that stood at the workbench a few meters away. They tinkered with all things there, mumbling jargon and other mumbo jumbo while they worked. Was this the first time they had done this?

Vash remained unaffected, or at least as he let on. That boyish smile never parted from his lips, or the child like curiosity that runs across his features as he observes them.

He doesn't remember when exactly they joined their merry bunch. His memory had never once failed him. It couldn't. Parts of him are still plenty biological, but for the most part...he's aware that he's a build of cogs and coded. So he asks;

"Uh, is this really necessary?"

The cyborg receives a silent glare from the mechanic. "Vash, what part of, 'Don't overwork your unit' did you not understand?"

There was something in them that made him want to continue pushing buttons. He'd never really found any interest to egg someone on like he did this mechanic of his. He leans forward, his smile twitching as he remembers to turn off the pain sensory nodes in his system. God, it hurt like a bitch.

"I was simply following mission orders. Evacuate civilians to the nearest relief site. They were endanger, and I have parts to spare. I wasn't even that damaged, I don't see why this is necessary."

With a low growl, the mechanic brings over the tools they were studying to the metal bed. The trolley squeaks, the wheels most likely uncared for by the owner. "If I don't do a general checkup or at least repair what need be, you'll just run off before the research department can make any proper repairs.

This way, you can atleast perform alright without leaving with deeper injuries." He tilts his head to the side, expression unchanging. Surely when he lets go of his next words, they would understand that he was simply a piece of scrap metal put together to fight for humanity's cause. "Damages." He corrected bluntly.

They lock eyes. As best as the they can that is. With the goggle in place of their sockets, Vash can only imagine what they were thinking under the layers. The silence breaks as they nod in agreement. "Right. Your damages. I'll fix them up temporarily."

They treated these robotic humanoids like their equal, something the association member, Meryl, and them share. Both of them are all too willing in acting as if they were human. All too willing. It made him question his humanity on occasion. Or at least the person who once handed control of this body to him.

He wanted to argue. It was so stuffy and terribly boring whenever he had to be put in maintenance. He craved excitement! Fun! But he just couldn't. For some reason, he always found himself following the whim of this particular person.

What was it? The air of mystery? The attitude problem? He can't begin to describe how his morbid interest wants him to inch closer to this particular being.

He lies back on the cool surface, staring up at the fluorescent light held up on the metal plates of the ceiling. The clinking of tools and the smooth touch of human skin on his arm were things he paid attention to, but didn't mind much of.

He glances at them from the corner of his eye. He had heard a number of rumors moving about in the busy SEEDS ship. It's a miracle they had time to gossip with how many refugees are still to be retrieved on Earth.

A part of an elite squad full of s-ranking units, this simple human had gone long and far compared to him. He wonders how much bloodshed stains their hands, how many times they had to pick up fallen comrades and desperately try and repair them.

What interested him right now though, wasn't their team or whatever other reason there needed to be. It was the clenched jaw that guided his eyes back up to the goggles perched on their face.

Gods, he was so curious to know what was under there. Hundreds if not thousands of images played in his mind.

They cuss, brow furrowing in frustration. Instinctively, he asks what's wrong. They shake their head, pressing fingers down on their temples.

"Your wiring might be fucked inside. I'm guessing it was fried when you went overboard during the switch. Usually, the Science Department has the tech to mend it without cracking you open. We should head over there."

That frustrated expression was one they made often. Especially around him. Did he cause such frustration? Could the grays in their hair be because of him as well?

His pupils dilate and shrink in a speed that was hard to catch. He closes his eyes, pausing his chatter for a while. Not that it mattered. He was quiet during the time he spent with them. Wolfwood would tease him about being shy, but it always was out of place coming from his aloof captain. Perhaps that's why he laughed along when the joke was mentioned.

The metal rubs up against the other, pulling open the compartment of wirings and other technology hidden away in his body. He nodded in their direction.

The weariness in their expression, puzzled him. He was simply doing what was best in the situation.

"You should probably power down for a while." They explained quietly. He could sense the insecurity in their tone. Was this truly the first time they had fixed up any units?

Vash shakes his head, all the more steady willed to stay online. "It would be better to have someone guide you, tiny. I can turn off my pain sensors for the time being so you can focus on the repairs."

His words don't seem to comfort them much. Their hands shook when they hovered above his open chassis; their teeth chattered louder than the built-in cooling systems in his body.

He slides his hand on top of their vacant one, winking playfully. He had enough trust in them to know they were more than capable to complete the task. Even if sweat started to build in their palms.

His grin was reflected back to him, the goggles glinting in the horrid lighting. Swirling with anxiousness but a determination mingles. Vash sharply inhales, hardening himself as well.

"...then I'll get started." You pull and move closer, almost scared to make a move. A few times, you would inform him of what part would be tampered with next. Through his guidance, the maintenance goes along much smoother than it started.

Vash jolts, his arm moving up to hold onto your wrist. A gritted apology passes along between the two of you. He had turn off the pain sensors in his frame, but for some odd reason his body continues to send signals to his central unit.

Good ones. He's aware of the difference, even if he's never really experienced those painful pleasures before.

"Easy." He hissed, flashing a lighthearted smile. It didn't quite reach his eyes, not that he was aware.

Had it always been so hard to focus when you had your hands on him? You slows their movements. That results to your palm hitting a particular module that causes a shiver to run down his systems.

He grunts, gripping onto the metal surface below him. "No fair, tiny. Are you teasing me?" He meets with your gaze slowly.

You don't even seem aware of what you were doing to him. Figures, he didn't even understand why he was feeling this way himself.

"Vash, is anything uncomfortable? Should I call Doctor Conrad?" You asked, dropping the wrench onto the trolley.

He gulps down his nerves, placing your hands back into the chassis. Vash smiles brightly, hunger dancing around in his eyes. He knows what it is. It was a curiosity to see where this would lead.

"It's alright. Keep going."

When the warmth of your fingertips glaze over his wirings, he almost let out a sound prematurely.

Your hands moved around, repairing a few disconnected lines and then going back up to the wires that hadn't been damaged. He guessed that you were ensuring that the placement was correct.

He grins, fighting the urge to squirm as his chest rises and falls. Sloppy engineer or otherwise, he loved the way your hands were delicate with their touch.

"Vash, I'm going to reach for an inner wire. That okay?"

He nods. If he said anything now, he'd be drooling like a dog. You pushed away a few loose wires, his back arching from the way they tugged gently at the inner wirings of his mechanical body.

"...shit." He murmurs when you squeezed his side for support. He moans softly, eyes wide while his lenses try and adjust to the hazy blur of his surroundings.

You rubbed your hand along the tubes, offering a few comforts as you continue to examine him. Vash jerks forward, grabbing hold of the small of your back.

"Vash! Hey! What's wrong?!" your words were distant. His head struggled to adapt to it. Funny, he had adapted to the harsh conditions of Earth many times before, yet he couldn't handle a simple mechanic running their hands through his wires?

Panting hard, he whimpers when you pull your hand away. The next moment those two warm hands were pressing against his cheeks, concern ever so present on your features.

"Tiny..." He leans in, pushing his lips onto yours. The other reciprocates without much fuss. He loved that about you. His spontaneous actions never surprised you by the slightest. Yet you never seem tired of his shenanigans.

"Tiny, I'm so...turned on right now." He whispers into your ear. And you give him a look. One crossed between confusion and intrigue.

He pants, grabbing hold of your hands to place back inside his chassis. "When you touch me here. It feels so good."

They follow the shape of his system, your eyes never straying from his. Just that look alone could make him melt. It wasn't far from happening. His cooling systems felt a little too hot for his liking.

"If I were human, I would have made a mess by now." He adds, moaning without much restraint. He wants them to know that it felt good. He wants them to feel good too. He puts out there like a young man who just lost his virginity.

...could this be considered as him losing his virginity?

"I see." your hands move away, retreating back to your side. Vash managed to noise out a complaint, pouting childishly when a hand was placed on his bicep.

A complicated expression fits on your lips. He knew this look. The researchers often eyed him just like that. Doctor Conrad being the most prominent in his thoughts.

To have piqued tiny's interest...that was definitely an accomplishment. The aloof responses from previous advancements he performed were more than a little disappointing for the cyborg. Perhaps this rather humiliating venture was worth it.

You scanned him, hand squeezing the fabric of his windbreaker in an attempt of a comforting gesture. 'Be patient' he could almost hear the voice in his head coo.

"Current theory, it's because of the advancement in construction technology. Hands on work with the wiring and frames haven't been done in forever." He could practically read your mind. You were worrying about mindless things. How units who defected survived on Earth, away from the technicians of the SEEDS project; What causes the tingly sensation that has him surfing above the clouds; why it took this long to be discovered.

He's sure you've come up with a few answers already. He's more curious on what you plan to do next.

His fingers drum onto the metal surface, watching as your hand cautiously drags over his wirings once more. "Vash. Please continue to be honest."

That artificial heart of his, whatever a human heart was a equivalent to, (he wouldn't know. Those scientists aren't exactly people he gets along with.) sends signals right up to his central control.

Whatever is to happen, he just hopes it won't end up with him overloading and breaking down.

Guys, is it obvious I reworked this from my PGR fic?

[buglegs]

irritating (england x f!reader)

new in the building and hating life, reader meets her boss's closest associate for the first time a/n: hi. i cant believe i did this. i haven't written fanfic in a fat minute. if this opener goes down well, i'll turn it into a series. i do actually want to write multiple parts so we'll see

Part 2

With a cat in my lap, a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. Oh boy! I sure was enjoying my day off.

A day off from the world.

But, oh, no. Who could've guessed it?

My manager was calling. On my bedside table sat my phone, face up, screen illuminated displaying 'work.'

Eight in the morning and already I wanted to die.

"Oh, day off, how I've appreciated you so," I spoke theatrically to myself, setting my book down and reaching for my buzzing phone, "What do you think they want, kitty?"

Your joy, more than likely. Undoubtedly said my telepathic cat.

"They've rescheduled the conference for nine-thirty this morning, get here asap, no one else in the area is available and Mr Jones likes an assistant to be present at all times." Spoke the voice on the opposite side of the line, "Floor 9, Pasaulinis conference room written on the door, can't miss it."

Kitty was right. They wanted my joy.

I'd been recently hired as a secretary for my boss's boss, Mr Jones.

They said secretary, but aside from unpacking in the new building, all my responsibilities had consisted of retrieving coffee from the café downstairs and taking men's coats.

I suppose it'd be silly to complain, considering my rates…

Sigh. "Okay! I'll see you soon," I responded cheerily, though my face certainly wouldn't have shown it. I hung up before they could say anything more.

I checked the time and -- Oh, great heavens! It was near time to leave. Wonderful.

With much regret, I ushered my cat out of my lap so I could take a rushed shower and be on my merry way.

One rushed shower and a coffee later, I was exactly where I needed to be,

Looking up at a big, fugly corporate building. God, I hated these motherfuckers. But they paid me suspiciously well, couldn't hate them too much.

I made my way in, saying my socially-obligatory hello's and how-are-you's to my fellow staff members and making a beeline for the elevator with the least people within it.

I eyed the buttons, noting '9' was already lit, along with 3, but who gives a fuck about floor three when you're headed for nine?

In the lift with me was a cleaner, and an extremely well-dressed bloke with, undeniably, the best eyebrows in the entire cosmos.

I knew immediately Eyebrows must've been headed for the conference room, by his 'I'm so much better than you' demeanour. Conference-goers tended to have that.

At floor three, the cleaner shuffled out, pushing her trolley with her.

The doors shut, and with a ding, the elevator ascended.

It's just us now, Eyebrows. Me and you. You and I. You're the type to correct people on that, I bet. God, you're insufferable.

My jaw clenched as he turned his head to me and spoke,

"Excuse me, miss,"

Oh, an accent. British. I could have guessed…

I looked at him, a polite smile stretched across my lips, "Sir?"

"Would you happen to be heading to the World Conference?"

Oh, that's right. The corporation's name is 'World.' How the hell did they get away with that? I mean that's such a… oh. What was it called again?

"I am," I nodded, then averting my gaze. He was pretty.

Too pretty. Can't look at pretty people too long. They burn my eyes. That's why I can't spend too much time in the mirror. Zing!!

"Excuse my bad manners… I'm Arthur, Kirkland." He introduced himself, offering his hand,

"y/n… l/n," I reached out for his hand. His handshake was more of a delicate hold. It was so…

"Are you a country-?" He questioned. I didn't notice the look of dismay that crossed over his face after speaking. Though, it wouldn't have given me any hint as to what he could have meant.

"I'm sorry? I… don't think I understand," I spoke sheepishly, retracting my hand, "I'm Mr Jones's assistant. I, uh, I bring him coffee."

He chuckled, "I suppose you know then that he's a bit of a brewzilla," He joked.

My eyebrows knit together in confusion, "Brewzilla-?" I laughed softly, "He is a bit of a monster before his first coffee in the morning, I guess."

His eyes lit up. I guessed I picked up on his pun exactly as he intended.

Maybe this conference-goer wasn't so insufferable...

Pfft. Naw. They all suck.

The elevator dinged, the doors spread apart and we both stepped out, looking down the long hall way.

"You wouldn't happen to know which room we're supposed to be in?" He asked, just as clueless as I.

"Uhh… My manager said… I think… Pasaulo? Pasauli?" I shrugged and shook my head. I must've looked like a complete tool. So unprofessional.

"Ah, Pasaulinis?" He corrected, pointing toward a door that was labelled as such.

What the fuck is even a Pasaulinis? Does that mean something?

We headed in. He even held the door for me, can you believe? No one's ever held a door for me.

Inside was a long oval table, surrounded by at least a hundred seats. I hoped and prayed to whatever Gods they wouldn't all be filled. It seemed about everyone who was going to arrive had arrived, by the relaxed, almost friendly chatty air about.

At the head of the table was Mr Jones, who was getting his papers into order.

He hardly acknowledged me before throwing a quip at Mr Kirkland, who paid him no mind.

Mr Kirkland gave me a quick 'it was nice to meet you' before making his way over to an unclaimed seat, and loudly, Mr Jones called me over, handing me a sheet of paper and a pen.

"Is this… a non-disclosure agreement?" I questioned with hesitation.

"Uhhh, duh! Says it right there!" He laughed, "Don't worry, it's just a formality, dude!"

Dude. God, I'll never get used to that. In a place like this.

"If you say so… Homie…" I sighed, signing the paper and handing it back to him. The previous day, he'd insisted I refer to him as either homie, home-dawg or home-slice. Couldn't tell you why.

He gave me a nod, signalling to close and lock the door, which I did before promptly heading to stand behind him. At his command, ready to be ordered about and obey like a dumb little dog.

With everything seemingly out of the way, the meeting was in session.

-

So… Standing in at my first conference for… What is the company called again?

It remained unclear. I'd seen it tens of times before, and heard it spoken, but for some odd reason, it never stuck.

At the end of the conference hall, I stood idle, hands cupped together at my backside. I stared down at the plain grey carpet, feet already beginning to ache in my heels.

I'd taken secretary-assistant-intern-whatever gigs before. They'll hire you so long as you look pretty and have some data entry experience.

I never took much in from conference meetings. They were all the same, usually. A bunch of entitled men all gathered around a big table, having a pissing contest. Who had the best idea always boiled down to who could best assert the size of their cock. Figurative cock. Dominance, I mean. That's probably a better word, huh?

"…Regarding the development of Cabo Verde…"

This one seemed no different, except the NDA I had to sign was made out to be a bigger deal than ever before.

Still, I had little interest.

"So what do you propose is to be done about this… Problem?"

What was different about this environment was that these guys seemed to be at the top of something. They weren't employers. They had employers employing employers employing employers employing staff.

"Miss (I/n)," Spoke Mr Jones as he twisted his body to face me,

"Coffee, pronto!" He had a sort of… Charisma. He was an animated man. Caricaturial, almost.

"Goodness, Alfred, is that any way to speak to a lady? You could at the very least have said please." Said Mr Kirkland, posh sounding accent shining through.

Mr Kirkland had made an impression on me as being kind, although seemingly hot-headed, by his outbursts during this meeting.

He was funny, witty, and I'd be a big fat liar if I were to say I didn't take note of how irritatingly handsome he was.

Still, he was a corporate know-it-all, and that meant I'd refuse to see him in any other light.

Although his butting in did make me crack a grin because;

Yes, Alfred, you could've at the very least said please. How difficult is it, really?

Mr Jones only rolled his eyes.

Now that I was looking at them both, I noticed somewhat of a resemblance. It'd explain the dynamic that was presenting itself.

"Can I get anything for anyone else?" I questioned, looking around the room.

Hands raised. So many hands. And so I made my way around the table, taking orders down on a small pad.

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[AKNK -Event] The desert labyrinth and the Butler's oath

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Chapter 8: With a Strong Heart

-A little while later -

We were carried by a trolley to their new room, but…

A heavy silence spread among the butlers.

Butlers: ………….

Butlers: ………….

Lono: It was me after all… I'm going to go get Yuhan now!

Aruji: Lono…?

Bastien: …Wait. It's dangerous to approach Yuhan alone right now.

Lono: But…! I can't leave him like this…

Bastien: I understand how you feel, but… I can't have you leave now.

Bastien: …What if, like Yuhan did earlier… If one of us is controlled by an evil spirit…

Bastien: Then the two of us will have to protect our master.

Lono: …! That's…

Lato: I see… You're certainly right.

Lato: Lono, Bastien. If I'm ever controlled, please stop me.

Lato: If I end up hurting my master with my own hands… I absolutely don't want that to happen.

Lono: Lato…

Lono: …I understand. But first, I'll run away with master as fast as I can.

Bastien: Yeah. I don't want you to get hurt, Lato.

Lato: Is that so? I don't mind if you fight.

Lono: Hehe… In that case, let's all have a mock battle after we get back to the mansion.

Lono: With Yuhan included… right?

Bastien: Yeah… That's right.

Aruji: Everyone…

If Yuhan heard our conversation just now… he would surely be just as hurt as I was.

I thought about just telling them everything and making things easier for all of us, but…

After seeing Yuhan's hardships with my own eyes… I felt somehow sorry to let his hard work go to waste.

Lono: Master… Are you okay?

Lono: I know this is hard for you… Please don't be discouraged.

Lono: You will definitely get out safely. Please believe in me!

Aruji: Thank you, Lono…

Lono's encouraging smile stabbed me a little today, though…

With a brave smile on my face… I resolved once again to carry on Yuhan's will.

Aruji: I'm sure I will be fine.

Lono: Hmm… That being said, you seem a little tired…

Lono: I wish there was at least somewhere where you could rest…

Muu: Everyone…! Come over here for a second…!

Lono: Eh… Muu?

Lato: Hmm… I can hear you from over there.

Bastien: I wonder when he got so far…

Lono: Hey, Muu! Don't get too far away!

[???]

Led by Muu's voice, we went further…

There was a chair and a table… There was some fresh fruit on them.

Aruji: This is…

Muu: Yes! I wanted to be of some help, so I came to see what was going on up ahead…

Muu: And then I found this room. Isn't it the perfect place to rest?

Lono: Ah, yeah… It certainly does seem like a perfect place to rest…

Lono: …But doesn't that seem a bit suspicious? Why would there be fresh fruit in a tomb…?

Bastien: Munch munch…

Lono: Ah, hey Bastien! Don't eat it without permission!

Bastien: ………………. …Hmm.

Bastien: It doesn't seem to be poisonous. It's safe to eat, my master.

Aruji: Eh… poisoned?

Lono: What…! Bastien, you…

Lato: I see… You were testing it for poison for my master.

Lato: …If that were the case, I would have done it. I have some resistance to poison.

Bastien: That's fine. I didn't know what was in there.

Lono: Bastien… You're trying to look cool by yourself…

Lono: …Master. I'm going to go scout out the area ahead.

Aruji: Huh? But…

Lono: Just leave it to me! If there's a trap, I'll find it first!

Thud…Thud…

Lato: I see… You're looking for traps?

Lato: It's not good to keep something that fun all to yourself.

Thud…Thud…

Muu: Ah…! In that case, I'll go too!

Muu: I want to be of more use to my master too…!

Thud…Thud…

Muu chases after Lato, who has followed Lono… Only me and Bastien are left in the room.

Bastien: …They are gone.

Bastien: Master. For now, please sit down and rest.

Bastien: I'm sure you're worried… It's times like these that are important to first recover your strength.

Aruji: Yes, thank you.

Bastien: ……………….

Bastien: Master…. Are you not pushing yourself too hard?

Aruji: Huh…?

Bastien: …No. You don't have to answer.

Bastien: Regret, anxiety… Even if there are many emotions in your heart…

Bastien: I suppress them all… Somehow I manage to hold myself together.

Bastien: …That's the same for me.

Aruji: Bastien…

It's not the same at all, though… It's too late to show that now…

I suppressed all emotions… All I could do was listen to Bastien in silence.

Bastien: …But my master. Please remember this.

Bastien: No matter what happens in the future… No matter what happens…

Bastien: Even if it costs me my life… I will protect you, master.

Aruji: …Yes…

Strong and reliable… And Bastien's words were filled with determination…

"I wish I could have heard this at a different time," I thought to myself… I accepted his words with a feeling of regret.

Lono: Whoa?! Wh-what is this…

Aruji: That voice just now…

Bastien: …Lono seems to have found something.

Aruji: Let's move on now.

Bastien: Okay, I see. …Stay with me.

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English is not my main language so there may be a lot of mistakes. I used google translator most of the time so if you find any mistakes in the translation please let me know and I will fix them quickly!