#I'm sorry but men shouldn't roll up their sleeves

[rightintheghoulies]

can I request ur best piccy on aether pls I need his arms on me 😔

There are too many to choose from! So here is a mini collection for you <3 ^_^

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[luveline]

jade i am begging on my knees ….. any time you are up for it …… it would make me very greatly happy to see something with a bombshell!reader x hotch <33333

The office is hot today in the midst of a ninety degree summer, and your coworkers have been forced to strip down to their lightest layers, the women in linen blouses, men with their shirt sleeves rolled up high. Spencer has ditched his sweater vest reluctantly, cooling himself with a makeshift fan fashioned from printer paper, and Emily huffs next to you at her desk, overwhelmed. 

“How aren't you hot?” she demands to know. 

You lean back in your chair with a demure smile. “Mind over matter.”  

She rolls her eyes. “I shouldn't have asked.” 

Hotch's office door opens. You turn in your chair to watch him appear —even Unit Chief's get hot, apparently. He looks flustered in the heat, pink-cheeked and hair skewed ever so slightly, the most unmade you've ever seen him at work. 

You could get used to it. 

He feels you looking, narrowing his eyes. You'd like to think it was playful. For Hotch, it is. 

“Hot, handsome,” you say. 

“I'm fine.” 

“I wasn't asking.�� You beam at him. 

“Enough. You know the rules.” 

He doesn't seem too mad, but he's right; you know the office rules. Don't flirt, don't start, and don't text him inside of work hours unless that text pertains to work itself. You'd started calling him instead —what are you wearing right now?— and he'd decided that text now meant any communication lest you find another loophole. You're pushing it. 

“Ah, the rules,” you say, throwing your arm across your eyes in mock distress, before peeking under it to see if he's watching. He always is. “You know rules aren't made for people like me, handsome.” 

“Stop it, final warning. Or I'll have you moved.” 

He makes being his girlfriend very difficult. You roll your shoulders and drop the act. “Hey, I need to talk to you about something.” 

“Afterwards.” 

“No, right now. Please? It's important, I swear.” 

He gestures for you to come up. You take the stairs and cross the landing to his office, where he's already stepped back inside to open the window even further on its hinge. There isn't much wind to breeze, but there is a palpable difference between his office and the bullpen. You join him at the window and let the barely cooler air fan your face. 

“What's wrong?” he asks. 

“Can you give me a quick kiss? It would really lift my spirits.” 

He laughs somewhere deep in his chest. “No, honey. Now tell me what you wanted to tell me.” 

“I have a doctor's appointment next week, on the 13th. It's a Wednesday. I was hoping for PTO, but I can take a sick day if that's not agreeable.” 

Hotch gives you the side eye, brows gently furrowed. “Everything okay?” 

“Wouldn't you like to know.” 

“I would, actually.” 

“Yeah, well, you'll have to beg for it. Not everything in life is free, Hotchner–” You break into laughter as he grabs your waist, not expecting it, your hips tender as he squeezes. “Ouch, you're kinda handsy, you know that?” 

You sound beautiful like this, laughing as you talk, so happy it lines every word. Hotch pulls your front to his, arms crossing casually behind your back, his eyes expectant. “Tell me,” he commands smoothly. 

“Because you asked so nicely, I'm just fine, but I've been feeling a little under the weather. I think I'm anaemic.” 

“And this is the first time I'm hearing about this because…” 

“Because I'm not allowed to talk to you at work!” 

He rolls his eyes as you drop a considerable amount of your weight against his arms. Usually, Hotch would meet your eyes and say, You're punishing me for a rule created out of necessity, or something to that effect, but, despite everything that might say otherwise, he really likes you. Loves you.

“I know, honey, I'm sorry. Maybe we can… allot you a few texts a day.” He analyses your expression. “One a day.” 

You squeeze his naked forearm and lift up to kiss his cheek. He stays completely still while you do it, beside the small stroke of his thumb where it rests on your back. “Thank you. I'll leave you alone now, or we might get caught fraternising with one another and lose our jobs. Oh, wait, that's not actually going to happen–” 

You burst out laughing as Hotch once again squeezes your waist in warning, the hint of a smile on his lips. 

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[m00nh1gh]

OLDER

Bsf's dad!Bang Chan x reader

You knew you had a thing for older men but you didn't expect to be in this situation.

Contains: Unprotected car sex, masturbation (f), fingering, there's an age gap, but the reader is legal AND they didn't know each other when she was a minor, just a little heads up.

Word count: 3.1k.

Sleepovers at your best friend's house were always the best. You'd watch plenty of movies (or videos on YouTube) and cook together when her dad wasn't home. You had done all of that tonight and even had a photoshoot for new profile pictures and posts for Instagram. You really went all out for it, too.

Though, there was always one thing that bothered you at those sleepovers and it was the sleep part. Yuna snored a lot and it lead to insomnia for you. You'd usually be okay with it, because you never failed to bring your headphones, but this time, you had let them at your house. 

You grunted for the fifth time in a whole minute before letting go of the pillow you'd been using against your ears to try and muffle the sounds, but to no avail. You decided it could be good to take a little walk in her house. You guys were alone anyway, so it wouldn't bother anyone. 

You slowly opened the door of her bedroom, walked out and made sure to close it behind you. You looked around to make sure her dad wasn't here and went to the kitchen silently.

You poured yourself some water in the glass you used tonight and took a big sip of it. You could finally relax once you were away from Yuna. You didn't even know exactly why snoring irritated you so much. It made you feel bad to complain about it so much, but you just had to.

"Y/n? It's late, why aren't you sleeping?"

You jumped and put a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from yelping. You had never heard him coming in the house, even less walking in the room and leaning against the doorframe. He didn't look annoyed or bored. He was, in fact, smiling at you with a raised brow. It made you blush - as usual - and you looked down.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. I just came here to get some water.

- You know it's alright, you should still get some rest though," he placed his coat on the kitchen island as he walked to the fridge, which was right beside you.

His sleeves were rolled up and you couldn't help but to take a look at his arms and hands as he took a plate Yuna and you had prepared for him earlier. He placed it in the microwave for one minute and thirty seconds and then he looked back at you.

"She's snoring again, right?

- Yeah."

He laughed and suddenly, your heart started beating faster. This wasn't right. You shouldn't feel like this around him. He's your best friend's dad, for God's sake!

"I'll be awake for a while more, wanna come to my office? I could use some company. 

- Oh, but I don't want to bother you…

- You won't. I really would appreciate your company. But if you wanna go back to sleep, then it's good too!" His dimples are so hot. His office outfit is so hot. You felt hot.

"No, I'm not going to sleep," you smiled at him before following his lead to his office that was on the second floor. It was the first time you steeped into it and it somehow felt intimate; Yuna had always told you her dad did not let anyone in there while he was gone and now he invited you to sit on the small couch that was settled next to a bookshelf.

"Don't tell Yuna about this, she'll start coming here without my permission," the man sighed as he sat on his chair behind his desk. He turned his computer on and looked back at you while it loaded. "You can do whatever you want, I have books there and other stuff… Just don't touch what's on my desk, not that I think you would anyway," he gave you a wink and a smile as he laid back on his chair, turning his attention back to the screen.

Some time passed since your last interaction with Christopher. You had picked a book from his shelf, but quite honestly, it was just to make yourself look busy. You surely couldn't concentrate on it when you could see him shift on his seat and hear him sigh from time to time, clicking his tongue and grunting. You didn't know what he was working on, but it surely made him frustrated.

You looked at the cover of the book since you didn't even know which one you had picked. That's how uninterested you were about it, but maybe that you should start being, because Christopher's noises made you think some stuff that you shouldn't think about.

"100 Cocktail Recipes; Spice your Drinks Up!"  What the fuck?

"Is everything alright?" You opted on asking, coming to the conclusion that you wouldn't read anything tonight.

"Yeah, yeah. Just work stuff, you know?" He looked rather enthusiastic about you finally talking to him. You guessed he needed a little break from work.

"Yeah, I know," you looked around the room, suddenly feeling really awkward and regretting having talked to him.

"I guess I could take a small break," he sighed and leaned back on his chair, his hands behind his head as he looked back at his screen. "Wanna go on a little drive?

- I'd actually like that, yes," you smiled and you both got up to walk out of the office. 

"Wait just a bit, I'm gonna go change into something else," you nodded and he came back a few minutes later with a t-shirt and simple jeans. The shirt was tight. You didn't even know how it didn't tear because the man is muscular. You shook your head a little to let go of your thoughts and followed Christopher to the entry door.

Once your shoes were on, he let you get out first and he locked the door behind him.

"Let's hope Yuna doesn't wake up," he chuckled and unlocked his car. You smiled and mentally prayed that she wouldn't notice you were out too, walking to the car and getting in the passenger seat as Christopher sat at the driver's seat.

"So, where are we going?

- Anywhere, it's up to you.

- I know a pretty spot somewhere. Let's get snacks and then go there. Yeah?

- Sounds good," you smiled at him and he returned it, starting the engine and driving to a small convenience store Yuna and you went to often. It was the only one that was open the whole night, so when you ever craved something late, you walked there and took whatever you needed. You even became friends with the cashier.

"Hey, Y/n!" Jeongin waved at you and nodded at Christopher. You walked to him as Christopher picked some snacks in the store.

"Is that your dad?

- No, that's Yuna's dad," you looked behind to make sure he wasn't near you and you leaned forward. "He's fucking hot."

Jeongin laughed and shook his head.

"Do you even know how old he is? Not that he looks 60, but that's still her dad.

- He's like in his half 40's, it's alright.

- What are you guys talking about?"

You jumped as Christopher put food and drinks on the counter. Jeongin stayed silent as he scanned the items and you cleared your throat.

"Are you two dating?

- What? No, no!" Jeongin finally spoke.

"That's Yuna's boyfriend," you added, side eyeing Jeongin whose cheeks reddened significantly.

"Am not.

- Not yet," you teased and Christopher laughed.

"I'll be looking forward to our first family dinner with you, then," he paid for the stuff and took the plastic bag after Jeongin put the receipt in it. You said your goodbyes and walked out with a smile still sitting on your face, thinking back to Jeongin's shyness at the mention of your best friend.

"They'd look cute together," Christopher said as you both got back in the car.

"I know, right? But they're both so oblivious that it hurts me sometimes.

- Give them time and eventually, they'll confess."

It was a ten minute drive until Christopher parked his car in an empty parking lot, which was right in front of a small river. There were benches along it and lampposts beside each one of them. It was a pretty spot indeed, but you wished you'd brought a jacket with you if you were to get out of the car.

"We can stay in the car if you want, you're not wearing something adequate to the weather," he remarked and you agreed.

He took out two bottles of water and handed one to you. You opened it and immediately took a sip. You hadn't noticed how thirsty you were, and the water felt refreshing in your throat.

"And what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?

- No, guys at school aren't for me.

- Ah, I see," it was silent for a little moment until you heard him unbuckle his seat so he could turn to you the way he wanted to. "What about older guys? You know, you're old enough to have a little age gap in relationships now."

You played with the cap of your bottle nervously, your heart pounded hard in your chest and you could hear it. "Yeah, I like older men.

- Men, huh?" He smirked and turned your head towards him with a hand placed on your cheek. "Have you tried talking to them?"

You shook your head and hardly swallowed, suddenly needing another sip of water. But, you couldn't move. Christopher looked too beautiful in the dark of the night, with only a small amount of light that hit the side of his face. His lips looked extra kissable and they were still a little wet due to his drink and you felt yourself getting needy.

"No, I haven't.

- Then talk to me," he leaned close to your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck and you closed your eyes, "Am I old enough for you?

- Yeah," you whispered, and you swore you could hear his smirk. He looked back at you, and it was hard for you not to look away. He was way too intimidating for you to hold eye contact.

"I knew you'd be a good girl for me," he kissed you shortly once, and then the second one was deep. His lips- God, his lips felt so good against yours. They were so soft and fit perfectly with yours, driving you insane and you undid your seatbelt to get closer to him. Christopher groaned lowly as his tongue entered your mouth, and his hand found its way to your thigh, slowly hiking up your shorts. Well, as much as he could.

You shivered at his touch and softly bit on his lower lip, making a moan escape from his lips and that was it: now you were wet for sure and he broke away from the kiss, looking at you with lustful eyes.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice deeper than usual.

"I just want you," you admitted, placing a hand on his chest. It trailed down to the end of his shirt. 

"Then I'll show you how much I want you too," he reclined his seat a little and gestured for you to come sit on his lap. You obeyed and immediately felt him through his pants. He was already half hard for sure.

"So fucking beautiful," he took a strand of your hair between his fingers, then putting his hand at the back of your head to pull you closer so he could kiss you. He slid his hand down your waist, making its way under your shorts. His other hand cupped one of your boobs through your tank top. You whimpered and put your hands around his biceps, feeling his muscles flexing under them.

His lips were so rough against yours that it added an edge of excitement to the moment. You were completely lost in this touch, his hand was back out of your shorts and was settled on your hip. His other one was sliding down your sides, feeling your curves.

"You're going to drive me insane," you hummed against his lips and rolled your hips a little, making him groan and pull you away from the kiss. "Touch yourself, baby," he commanded, moving one hand to grab your ass and squeezing it.

"What?" You asked with a small voice, unsure of what he meant by this.

"I want to see you touching yourself," he clarified, his voice as rough as his touch. A hand under your top now, he found your nipple and teasingly brushed against it. You reacted to it, pulling yourself closer to him, and you nodded, spreading your thighs a little. You slid a hand under your shorts and panties, reaching your clit immediately.

His hand finally pinched your nipple and it earned him a moan from you. "That's it, baby," he breathed. "You look so fucking hot."

You hummed again, rubbing small circles on your clit as you absorbed everything he told you.

"So obedient. You like being my good girl? Like touching yourself for me?

- Yeah," you moaned as your hips bucked up, looking down at him.

"Tell me more," he demanded. He wanted you to beg for him, to show him just how much power he held over you.

"I like being your good girl, only yours," you said, pulling the fabric of your panties and shorts to the side so he could have a glimpse at what was going on under your clothes.

"You're such a tease," he teasingly traced a finger along your wet folds. "Look at how wet you are for me."

You whimpered and stopped touching yourself for him to take over. Your hands went back to his biceps. 

"Do you like being teased?" He asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He continued teasing your pussy, ignoring how you tried getting away due to how sensitive you had gotten.

"No," you closed your thighs around his hand. 

"Yes, you do," he said, leaning in to kiss you like a hungry man. His free hand squeezed your breasts, pinching your hardened nipple as he started rubbing on your clit. You moaned against his lips, spreading your thighs for him to touch you better as you tugged at the sleeves of his shirt.

With a low chuckle, he pushed your panties to the side more and slid a finger into your sloppy hole, immediately finding your g spot. "Want me to make you cum?" He assumed you were already ready for a second finger, so he slid another one inside you.

"Yes, please. Please," you breathed out, getting used to his fingers inside you. 

"That's it," he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you. "Feels good?" He asked, placing hot kisses over your neck as he continued with the right amount of pressure and speed.

"Good," you agreed, lifting his shirt up a little so you could have a look at his toned abs, finally touching the skin. That made him groan again, his fingers digging deeper into you as you touched every inch of his chest. Once your hand reached lower, his hips grinded against it slightly, and you didn't waste another second before unzipping his pants and cupping his dick through his boxers.

He moaned, his hips grinding a little more against your palm. "You're so hot,"

You moaned when his finger brushed against a certain spot inside you and it made you squeeze his cock a little. He lifted himself up a little so you could slide his pants and boxers down a little. Christopher's breath hitched a little and his eyes locked with yours, filled with lust and anticipation. "Fuck."

"Want you inside me, Chris. Please?" You asked, pumping his dick slowly to spread his precum all over his shaft.

"Alright, baby," he hissed a little at your touch. "If that's what you want. But I can't guarantee I'll be gentle," he warned, guiding himself to your entrance once your hand had left him. You nodded and pushed yourself down on his dick a little so his tip was already inside you. You moaned and put a hand on the back of the seat for support as you sunk down painfully slowly.

Christopher lost some of his patience and grabbed your hips harshly, thrusting into you sharply without warning. You gasped and threw your head back, feeling the stretch of his dick clearly. It hurt for sure, but you didn't say anything. He knew to give you some time to get used to him. He brought you closer and started kissing your neck. "Told you I can't be gentle," he mumbled as he softly nibbled at your skin.

"Can move," you said, rolling your hips against him. He moaned and guided you, giving a small slap at your ass as you rode him. It was your first time, but by Christopher's moans, you guessed you did good, and you found the hem of his shirt to tug at it. 

He got the hint and quickly got it off, throwing it at the back of the car, completely forgetting about it and giving his complete attention to you. Your hands quickly found their way to his upper chest, pawing at the skin. "Fuck, Chris," you moaned against his ear.

His eyes rolled back as you touched him and moaned in his ear that way, picking up the pace of your movements as he guided you on him. "Yeah, feel good, baby? Like having sex with older men? They're better at it, right? They have more experience… I know what's good for you," his lips trailed down your collarbones, and you moved so he could mouth your boob through your top. He softly bit, making your back arch and you lost control of yourself, becoming unstable on top of him.

He cursed and held your hips up, now he was the one pounding up into you at a rapid and rough pace. Everytime his pelvis met your clit, it sent waves of pleasures throughout your whole body and you felt yourself coming closer to your orgasm.

"Shit, gonna cum," he said in a whisper almost and you moaned in response. "Gonna cum soon too, baby?

- Yeah," you agreed and rubbed your clit as he continued thrusting into you. Both of your movements became sloppy and right when he was about to release, he pulled out of you and fucked his own fist until he came all over his stomach. With that vise in front of you, your orgasm hit you fast and your hips stuttered above him as he was still riding his own orgasm out.

"Fuck," you whimpered and collapsed on him. You were both panting heavily and he was now stroking your hair softly.

"Y/n, you're fucking crazy," he said and you laughed.

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One of my fav chapters frfr

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[biteofcherry]

Eva, I am sorry to inform you that this guy:

Is not amused by your bratty behavior, not at all, honey, and he thinks that maybe he needs to find something better to do with that smart mouth of yours. 👀

Bratty? Me? 😇 I think Andy's been too stressed with work and in fear of him suffering a heart attack I simply did my best to defuse the tension and make him relax. Like a good, loving girl that I am 😌

Charm and defuse

Andy Barber x female reader

summary: You thought it was a great idea to pick your husband from office after watching him work so hard for the past few weeks. Andy was so tense, coming back home late each night. So really, surprising him should make him feel a little better, right? Well...

warnings: established relationship; Dom/sub undertones; possessive Andy Barber; smut-t-y bits ahead;

You feel a little bad.

Mostly embarrassed. And giggly.

There's a champagne hiccup, too.

And feeling bad, yes. The bad part is important. Especially when Andy's face clouds with that stormy look, muscle in his jaw ticking as he stares you down.

He shouldn't be staring you down, you think. You're his cute, beloved wife and you came here to make him happy. You almost frown at him, but remember that Andy's hand gets heavier when you frown at him.

Well, sometimes you do it on purpose, because the sting of his slap can feel amazing.

Something tells you now wouldn't be the right time to aggravate him further. You're in enough trouble as it is. Not your fault, truly, but better not point that out.

Pity that your mouth doesn't cooperate with the tiny non-drunk particle in your otherwise tipsy brain.

"Don't glare. It's your fault." You blurt. And frown. Oops.

Andy arches a single eyebrow as he takes a step forward. He moves quietly, yet each step feels like it thunders along with your heartbeat. Which stopped for a few seconds when Andy came into his office.

Your plan was to come to Andy's office in the evening, so you could surprise him after his last meeting and perhaps be a little naughty on his big, polished desk.

Which is why you came in nothing but lingerie under your cobalt blue coat and with a bottle of champagne - some expensive sparkle that Andy kept in the small wine cellar at your house.

But Andy's meeting was running late. Really late. To the point of you getting bored out of your mind.

So you opened the bottle. A few sips wouldn't harm anyone and you'd be more relaxed to make a sexy pose on Andy's office couch to welcome him when he returned.

Half a bottle later he did return.

And you were spread on his couch in nothing but lingerie and jewelry, sucking a finger into your mouth when Andy walked in.

With three other man right at his back...

You're not sure if he was more pissed that those men saw you like that, or that you cursed and giggled and waved your fingers at them.

He barked out something harsh to them and closed the door to his office (more like slammed them). Andy's eyes never leave your form, even as you stumble from your sprawled-like-a-whore position to a more lady like.

"Explain, please," Andy slowly takes off his suit jacket, "how is it my fault that my wife flashed a body that belongs to me to other men and downed half of the bottle of Krug that I saved for our wedding anniversary?"

He drapes his jacket over the back of a guest chair and starts rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Which makes your brain sidetrack and your thighs clench.

"Maybe if you weren't so busy with a boring meeting, you'd get to your wife sooner and do something about all this!" You gesture at yourself and pout.

"Oh, I'm about to do something about all this." Andy's voice is a snap of leather, sending shivers down your spine at the though of that potential outcome.

"Okay!" You jump up, swaying slightly as the bubbles fizzle in your head again.

You hook your thumbs under the waistband of your panties, about to tug them down your legs, when Andy's fingers clench around your wrists and pull your hands away.

"You're not getting the part you like, honey," his breath is a hit, cruel tease against the shell of your ear.

"Not until I've had my fill."

He twists your arms behind your back and binds them with his tie. Then he's pushing on your shoulder, forcing you to kneel down. Sliding a foot between your knees, he kicks them wider apart.

Keeps his shoe dipped right under your clothed pussy, too.

"You downed that champagne so eagerly and spread yourself like a cute little slut-" Andy tilts your chin up with one hand, unfastening his pants with the other- "You will swallow me as eagerly and rub yourself on my shoe like a good girl."

When you don't react, too mesmerized with the sight of his beautiful, thick cock springing free, Andy squeezes your chin.

"Won't you?" He asks, holding your gaze.

"Yes, Sir." You wet your lips and grin. "I like the taste of you more than champagne, anyway."

Andy snorts, but eases his grip on your chin and instead cups your cheek as he guides his cock between your parted lips.

"Prove it, brat," he challenges, holding the back of your head as he pushes himself down your throat.

When you start rocking your hips against his foot while tonguing the underside of his dick, Andy groans in relieved bliss.

Lord knows your presence is always what he needs for his day to be better, even when you're being mouthy or getting into trouble. He loved your surprise visit and if it wasn't for the unexpected witnesses, he'd take your giggly, tipsy ass for a ride on his desk - just like he knows you've been dreaming.

But other men saw the treasure that you were and since Andy can't punch them and gouge their eyes out, he has to take it out on you.

Besides, it wouldn't do good if he didn't punish you for being careless.

Sensing your rhythm increasing, Andy stills with his cock halfway in your mouth and taps his shoe against your inner thigh. You gaze up at him, swallowing a hum around his length.

"You don't get to cum." He commands and your pupils widen.

Your whine resonates along Andy's cock, but you slow the motion of your hips. You're not particularly happy with this punishment, but you guess you'd be even less happy with the repercussions for your disobedience.

Then again...

"Don't even think about it," Andy pats your cheek. "Disobey and you won't be cumming for a month."

"Be good," he caresses you with the back of his hand and pushes deeper into your throat, "and I'll reward you for being my good girl."

"My good." He starts fucking your face harder. "Thoughtful. Frisky. Wife. Oh fuck baby! That's it! Keep going. Keep-"

It takes all remnants of your will power not to orgasm when Andy does. It's fucking hard to do, because the grip on your head and the twitching of his cock on your tongue is a great turn on.

Maybe Andy's conditioned your body to react this way to the mere taste of him, but you have to lift your hips completely up from his shoe, because the slightest pressure would undoubtedly tip you over the edge.

Andy pulls out when he's still spurting, smearing last splashes on your chin and cheeks. Then thrusts into your mouth again.

Long minutes later Andy lifts you up on your feet. He unties your hands and helps you into your coat. Your body is still buzzing with need, panties sticking to your slick folds.

He doesn't clean your face and holds your hand in his as he marches you out of his office into his car.

#stargazingfangirl18 #Siri #Andy Barber x reader #Andy Barber x female reader #Andy Barber x you #Andy Barber imagine #charm and defuse

[archangeldyke-all]

i have to interfere and put in a butch mechanic Sevika request (plss <33)🥸

i'm drooling

men and minors dni

imagine her exposed arms covered in grease and oil, aWOOga

or sevika in coveralls, the buttons undone just enough for you to see the top of her cleavage, the arms rolled up around her forearms, a rag over her shoulder. bye i gtg take a cold shower...

ok ok sorry i got distracted with visuals there.

you pop your tire on your way to work, a horrible BANG echoing in your car as you hit a pothole head on.

you nearly cry when you see the tire, completely deflated.

luckily, your boss is understanding.

you call a tow truck and have them take you to the nearest mechanic (and it ends up being the best decision of your life)

the woman who greets you looks like an angel.

a handsome, grease stained angel.

you miss the first few things she says to you, way too busy ogling her to understand much beside the lovely rasp of her voice. her coveralls are embroidered with her name in a lovely red thread. sevika.

you blink at her.

"sorry?" you say. she laughs.

"no worries. lots of people are still shaken up from their accidents when they get here." she says. you blink, then nod, taking the excuse. "it'll be about three hours before we can get to your car. i took a quick look at it-- it just needs a new tire, shouldn't be much more damage than that. you're welcome to stay here until we get to it, or have someone pick you up."

"i'll stay." you don't really have a choice, you're essentially stranded at the shop until you get your car back. plus, it doesn't hurt that you'll get to watch the woman work all day.

it ends up being much more torturous than you anticipated.

sevika has to know what she's doing. the way she's grunting and huffing, lugging parts and tools to and from various cars, her nimble fingers fiddling with screws and wires.

you catch yourself subconciously licking your lips as you watch sweat trail down her brow slowly.

when she shucks the top half of her coveralls off and ties the sleeves around her waist, you choke on your tongue at the sight of her arms.

you're so focused on her that you completely miss when she starts working on your car. and you completely miss that she's done with it. you only realize that something must be happening concerning you when she walks over to you.

"you're all good. i'll ring you up at the couter." she says, gesturing to the desk behind her.

you nod and trail after her like a lost puppy.

she walks you through the paperwork and charges, and you pay, surprised at how cheap the whole process was.

you're done, good to go, your car's ready to drive again, but you don't want to leave yet.

you linger by the desk. sevika raises her eyebrow. you gulp.

"do you think i could get your number?" you ask. sevika smiles.

"sure. if anything comes up just give me a call and i'll be happy to--"

"no, not like that. i meant for, like, a date." you say, scratching your neck awkwardly. sevika looks shocked.

"wh-- really?" she asks. you shrug.

"it's not-- you can just tell me to fuck off--"

"no! i mean, yes! i'd love to go out with you i just--" she looks down at herself. "i'm shocked you're into all this." she says, gesturing at her grease covered outfit and body. you laugh.

"i'm... very into it." you say honestly. sevika giggles, then scribbles her number on a piece of paper, handing it to you. you grin.

"text me. i get weekends off, so..." she says.

you bite your lip to keep from squealing until you get into your car.

sevika laughs when after your car door slams, she can hear the faint sound of you celebrating.

"yes! fuck yes, she gave me her number!" you shriek.

she smiles the rest of her shift, that smile turning into a grin when she gets a text from you an hour before she clocks out.

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[genderqueerdykes]

I’m a short, plus size trans guy. I have a pretty hard time with masc clothing due to it not fitting right or at least not how I wish it did. Fem clothes usually fit how I want them to so I stick with them, plus skirts are fun and surprisingly help with the bottom dysphoria cause there’s no indent of where my dick should be like pants do, so I have 2 questions.

1: is it ok for me as a trans guy to still be upset when misgendered while wearing feminine clothing?

2: any advice on how to find masc clothes that fit properly on a fat and short guy?

hello there, thanks for taking the time to ask this! sorry for the delayed reply, but i hope you've been doing well in the mean time!

it is absolutely okay for you to be upset for being misgendered regardless of what clothing you're wearing; cisgender people get misgendered while wearing their preferred clothing, as well, many butch women get misgendered and called men when they are very much women who prefer to dress, act and look masculine. cisgender men often get misgendered if they choose to wear feminine clothing, or even men's clothing that's too "fruity". if cisgender people can get upset over this, you can too.

i feel like it's 200% impossible to know what a stranger's gender is just by looking at them and that as a society we would truly progress if we stopped assuming the genders of strangers by how they dress and avoid using gendered terms until that person reveals that information, if they so choose.

as for where to find clothing that would fit well, this one can be a bit tricky. i am tall and fat, i'm about 5' 8" and 280 lbs, so i unfortunately haven't much experience in the height department on that end, but i can tell you that wearing men's pants can be a bit tricky if you have wide hips. i have 48" hips and it can make wearing men's pants uncomfortable. if you haven't already, measure your hips (at their fullest point) and your inseam, which is the length from the crotch of your pants to the bottom of the pantleg. men's pants are sized by these two measurements, with the hip width being the first number and the inseam length being the second. my example for myself is that i wear 48x32 men's pants whenever i do buy them.

here's a guide on measuring your inseam:

here's a guide on men's clothing sizes (in both inches and centimeters) and how to measure yourself for different garments:

i will say that in the past i've thrifted most of my clothing. i'd like to be able to get to a place where i can buy myself some new clothes but up until this point most of my clothes have been thrifted. i will say if you live in a smaller area finding good clothing in plus sizes is a nightmare and you have my condolences. however i can suggest looking into men's fashion and seeing what styles you like to get an idea of what kinds of clothes you're looking for. before transitioning into buying clothes from the men's section you can always look to see if there are similar cuts of clothing (like cargo pants, for example) that are sold in the women's section for the sake of finding clothes that fit your proportions a little better at least until it's easier to figure out what size men's clothes fit you

most shirts and tops shouldn't be too much of an issue as they're made to be pretty loose fitting and don't conform to one's figure- if sleeves are too long they can be hemmed or rolled up, tails of shirts can be tucked into pants, etc. be very careful with button-up style shirts, these fit me so weird due to being intersex and i find that a lot of bigger people in general don't fit into them super well. they're not made for our proportions they just size up the shirts made for thin people and don't take into consideration how our bellies, chests and shoulders look.

button up shirts (when buttoned up, lol) can also make one's chest more prominent and create stress on the buttons that draw the eyes to the chest- i never button up these types of shirts and instead wear them open. this is a very masculine look, especially with a men's t-shirt underneath. this was my go-to in my early days of transition.

as for specific stores to look at, this will vary wildly depending on where you are in the world. i would recommend being highly cautious of buying mens' clothing from places online like Amazon, Temu, Wish, etc. that have a lot of China-based sellers, because often times you will see a 2XL+ garment and buy it thinking it will fit only to realize that that is Chinese sizing and therefore much smaller. shopping online for clothes while fat can be very hard, so i urge you to shop in person when possible

anyone have more concrete suggestions for this guy? i'm totally blanking on good suggestions of where to look for clothes.

good luck out there, stay safe, and take care of yourself. i hope you're able to find more clothing that helps you feel like yourself! thanks for stopping by

#asks #answers #transmasc #transmasculine #trans man #trans men #trans guy #wardrobe #clothing #clothes

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

The Mysterious Salvatore Brother (The Vampire Diaries Fanfic) Part 2: Damon x Plus Size Fem!Reader

When Y/n got home, she quickly ran up the stairs to her bedroom, tossing her backpack on the floor and getting changed into something nicer. Slipping on her favorite heeled boots, she took one last glance at herself in the mirror. The dark purple dress with mid length sleeves and a sun and moon belt highlighted her fuller figure. Satisfied with how she looked, she headed back downstairs, flip-phone in hand. She made her way towards the door, only to stop dead in her tracks as she heard her mother's stern voice.

"Where are you going looking so fancy?" Her mom asked, standing arms crossed in the entryway to the living room.

Y/n's heart pounded, as she turned, doing her best to smile convincingly. "I'm just going to do some research for a paper Mr. Saltzman assigned." Technically that wasn't a lie.

"What type of research requires you to wear such a revealing dress?" Her mom said suspiciously. "Is there a boy or girl you like involved in this?"

"Look mom, we're meeting at a public place. Mystic Grill, alright? The bartender is Caroline's boyfriend. I'll be completely safe." Y/n explained, exasperated. "Any more questions or would you rather me be late?"

Y/n's mom opened her mouth threatening to ask more, but closed it after seeing the expression on her daughter's face. "Fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so harsh on you. You're more levelheaded than I was when I was your age. Just be careful hun, ok?"

"Thanks mom." Y/n said, waving and leaving in a hurry. She lived only a short walk away from Mystic Grill, so she didn't need anyone to drive her.

The sun had set over Mystic Falls, Virginia. Streetlamps and car lights sparkled in the crisp night air. Y/n turned the corner and crossed the street, heading for the glowing red sign of Mystic Grill. Opening the door, she entered, slipping through the crowd of men and women as muffled music played in the background.

The table where Damon Salvatore sat was warmly lit. He set down his glass of scotch and greeted Y/n with his usual charm. "Hello there, lovely."

Y/n rolled her eyes, faking irritation as Damon looked her up and down with great interest. "Its just a dress I got from one of my older cousins a while back, you don't have to stare like that."

Damon laughed lightly, his suave exterior softening for a split-second. "I'm glad you made it safely. Did you bring something to take notes with?" He inquired.

"Yeah!" Y/n replied, fishing a small notebook and pen out of her purse. "So what's the amazing information you have on Mystic Falls that the internet seems to overlook?"

Damon reached down beside his chair and pulled some newspaper article clippings out of a folder in a leather satchel. "Tell me what you think after you read some of these..."

Y/n scanned the different articles, taking note of the similarities between each one. "Wow... some of these articles are really old." She said, noticing the dates. "How'd you get your hands on these--"

"--Unimportant." Damon interjected quickly.

Y/n glanced up at him, but decided not to interrogate further. "It is really... weird." she commented. "All of these stories talk about people being brutally injured by some unidentifiable animal... Like, what in Mystic Falls could be that big and get away without being tracked down or documented."

Damon looked over his shoulder, then leaned in. "It is strange. Maybe we should consider the possibility of it not being an animal at all?"

"Whats your point? You're saying a human did this?" Y/n said skeptically. "A human that bites people... so...?"

An older man bumped into their table, knocking some of the papers off. "'Scuse me," the man said gruffly, turning around and noticing Y/n.

Damon's expression changed from irritation to disgust as he noticed the man staring at Y/n's cleavage. Y/n mumbled something too quiet to hear, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"See something you like?" Damon said, challengingly. He got up from his chair and stepped between the creepy man and Y/n.

The man attempted to shove Damon, but underestimated how fast Salvatores reflexes would be. Damon grabbed the creep's arm and twisted it behind his back at an excruciating angle, dragging the man towards the back door of Mystic Grill. Y/n waited at the table a few more seconds before curiosity consumed her and she grabbed her purse, heading for the back door and exiting it to make sure Damon was ok. She'd never had men fight over her before, and while she had faith in Damon's strength against the pervert, she still wanted to be there to call the ambulance if her new friend got injured at all. What she saw in the alleyway behind Mystic Grill was not what she had expected to see.

The creep was battered and bruised, slumped against the brick wall by the back door, and Damon, covered in the man's blood, was licking the crimson liquid off of his fingers with a kind of inhuman dark enthusiasm. He then pulled the man up by the collar of his shirt, his eyes turning red and the veins in his face turning dark. Damon began biting and drinking the man's blood from his neck.

Y/n stood, frozen, unsure of what to do in her state of shock. Her mind started to put together the information from the newspaper articles she had seen. Damon was the one harming all those people in Mystic Falls through the years. He was dangerous, beyond anything else Y/n knew. Damon Salvatore was a vampire. Yet Y/n couldn't look away. She didn't feel bad for the man as he lay on the ground, bleeding out. She walked towards Damon, almost in a trance.

Damon stopped feasting the second he noticed her approaching. "You shouldn't be here." Damon said, wiping the blood from his mouth on his sleeve.

Y/n kept approaching until she was only a few inches away from Damon, who was still panting from the thrill of his sanguine feast. She ran her fingers over his chest, leaning in and standing on the tips of her toes so she could plant a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Damon."

Damon looked confused and simultaneously pleased. "You're really pushing your luck, beautiful. Aren't you even slightly worried I'll do what I did to him, this time to you?" He said, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"You saved me." Y/n whispered, blushing.

"Not sure if you caught on, but I'm a--" Damon started.

"--Shhhh." Y/n interrupted gently. "I know. If you wanted to hurt me you would've done it already. Now, are you alright? This is all his blood, correct?"

Damon nodded, still confused, but not enough to stop from saying something smug. "I didn't think a shy girl like you would be so cool with this. You're either a masochist or have a death wish. Either way," he smirked, leaning in and kissing her passionately on the lips.

Y/n blushed deep red, knowing this was her first kiss, and possibly her last if Damon changed his mind about keeping her around. She felt extremely brave, and more than a little overwhelmed by how amazing it felt.

#fanfic #tvd #damon x reader #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #fanfiction #damon salvatore #plus size reader #mystic falls #fem!reader

[giggly-squiggily]

Boo! Now I need a fic about Atsushi and Akatagawa calling each other by their first name for the VERY first time. How blushy the two would be and how vulnerable it’ll make them feel. In that exact moment they realize that they’re in love with one another

I know this wasn't a request but my god friend YOUR MIND-

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"Hey, Akutagawa?" Atsushi looked up from his meal, brows furrowing in thought. "We've been friends for some time now."

"Friends isn't the right word." Akutagawa replied dryly, earning a pinch to the bicep. "Ouch! Fine, fine. We're....ech, friends." He cringed at the word as if it physically hurt him to say it. "What about it?"

"Such a drama queen." Atsushi rolled his eyes, used to it. "Anyway- we've been friends for awhile now- yet we still call each other by our last names. Or at least- I do." Akutagawa often referred to him by various nicknames ranging from "Weretiger", "Brat", and "You!".

"I call you by your last name." Akutagawa countered, flushing some when Atsushi raised a brow. "Weretiger rolls off the tongue easier- what's your point?"

"My point is, why don't we call each other by our first names? After everything we've been through- I think formalities can be pushed aside." Atsushi sipped the broth of his tea over rice, raising his brows at Akutagawa who sat in thought. "You can go first if you want."

"This is foolish. A complete waste of time." Akutagawa looked away, tsking. Atsushi smirked.

"Ah. You're too shy, huh?" Akutagawa stiffened. Got him. "It's okay- I get it. You've always been shy, Aku~"

"Who the hell are you calling shy, Weretiger?" The brunette turned a scary look towards him. "I'm not shy."

"You can't even say my real name." Atsushi teased, reaching out to poke the other's side. "So cute~ A shy Aku! What would Dazai think when I tell him?" He was absolutely digging his own grave- he could see Rashomon starting to pop out- the only thing holding it back was the fact they were in a restaurant. "I bet he'd tell me all kinds of stories about you!"

"Don't you dare, Were-Nakajima." Akutagawa stumbled, catching the other's hand when he tried to poke him again. "Fine...what is it?"

"Atsushi. Just like that!" Atsushi nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. Even though he was the one to bring it up, the idea of hearing his name on Akutagawa's soft tone made him all kinds of nervous.

"Okay..." Akutagawa cleared his throat. "Mines Ryunosuke. Though I suspect you already knew that." He was stalling- fumbling with the cuffs of his sleeves. Atsushi found it endearing. "It's a mouthful, I'm aware. Ryu's fine."

"Okay...Ryunosuke." Atsushi put on his best smile, acting casually as if he hadn't been practicing for this moment all week long. The reaction was better than he expected.

"H-Huh?" Akutagawa flushed a brilliant red, eyes widening at hearing his name. His expression was one of absolute shock, but also something...warm. Before the weretiger could place it, Akutagawa twisted towards the table, ducking into his collar in embarrassment.

"N-Not fair, Weretiger! I wasn't...I wasn't prepared." He grumbled, earning a snort from the other.

"Sorry. I'll warn you next time." A lie and they both knew it. Atsushi turned back to his remaining rice, feeling a little bad. He doubted Akutagawa would return the favor now. He probably shouldn't have been so teasy.

"Tch, I don't need a warning...Atsushi." The last part- his first name on Akutagawa's lips was almost a whisper. Still- the effect was all the same. Atsushi shivered, a full body reaction from the tips of his toes to the back of his neck. His heart raced rapidly in his chest, and he could feel his face heat up to an impressive shade of red.

That...that was better than he expected. He dared a peek at the other, finding Akutagawa watching him. When their eyes met, both men flushed bright red and averted their gazes, staring at their respective meals.

'Oh my god.' Atsushi thought to himself, the reality of what he was feeling hitting him like a ton of bricks. 'I'm in love with him.'

He was in love with Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Holy shit.

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Thanks for reading! And thank you so much for sharing this with me! I love them so much, your honor 🥺

#BSD #non tickle #shin soukoko #akutagawa ryuunosuke #atsushi nakajima #the first name troupe #that gets me everytime klaekajkrejkjak #these two are precious your honor

[chestnutninny]

I Thought I Hated You- Chapter 2

Warnings: violence, almost smut.

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"So, how was your date?" Yoy asked Borin as she walked towards your desk, coffee in hand.

"It was bad, the guy was a total creep."

"Too bad. Is that for me?" You gestured to the other coffee cup that occupied her other hand. She nodded, gently settling it down in front of you.

You took a sip and practically moaned at how good it lasted, not missing the way her eyes darkened slightly and her cheeked tinted pink.

The moment was interrupted by Gibbs who ushered you both to the interrogation room, where three people sat, all of them suspects to the murder of the marine.

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You took your seat towards the back of the room, taking notes from the conversations that were happening between the five people in front of you. You saw Gibbs leave the room to get water for the suspects, but you didn't really pay too much attention to what was going on.

That was until you felt the table lunge forward, one of the mens hands wrapped tightly around Borin throat, her face red and panicked. You ran forward and kneed him in between his legs from behind, forcing him to fold over, letting go of Borin.

You guided her out of the room and told Gibbs to go back inside and be careful. You took Abigail into an unused interrogation room, passing her a bottle of water that you had taken from Gibbs on the way here.

"Are you okay?" You questioned, as you looked her up and down, making sure she wasn't hurt anywhere else.

"I'm fine, Y/N. I had it covered in there, you shouldn't have got involved."

"Yeah, you sure looked like you had it in control." You countered back.

You both argued back and forth for what felt like an eternity before you decided that you should leave, not bothered to carry this fight on. As your hand grasped the door handle, your jumper sleeve was yanked back, pulling your actions to a halt.

You spun on your heels, turning to face Abigail, who stared back at you. Although this time, her eyes were dark and hooded, and her face was flushed. Her lips collided with yours before you knew it, and you were being pushed up against the door whilst her hands fumbled with the lock.

Despite the incredible feeling of her lips on yours and the magnetic pull that she seemed to have on your body, you pulled away, pushing her back slightly.

"Borin, what are you doing?" You quizzed.

"I need you, Y/N. I know you want me too, I've seen how you look at me." She smirked as you averted your gaze from her.

Her long finger slowly unbuttoned her shirt, fumbling on a few. You bit your lip as you caught a glimpse of the black lace bra that held onto her chest, her boobs being pushed up together.

You surged forward, ripping open the shirt, the last few buttons flinging off and scattering on the floor.

"I hope you're going to get me a new one of those." Abigail sassed.

"You can have one of mine." You winked at her, pulling the now loose sshirt from her body. She rolled her eyes at your remark, making you pull her closer by the front of her bra.

"If you keep rolling your eyes at me, I'll give you something to roll them for." You husked if her ear before biting her neck. She gasped as this and moaned as you kissed down her neck, across her collarbones, until you reached the swell of her breasts.

You pushed her to sit in the seat that was in front of the table. You leant around her to unfasten the clasp of her bra when her phone went off.

She huffed and reached into her pocket to answer it.

"Agent Borin..." She introduced, waiting for a response from the other end of the line. "Yeah, I'll be right there."

She hung up the phone, putting her face in her hands.

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

"Yeah, Ziva said Gibbs needs me in the office. I need to fill out a statement. Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, go. Gibbs needs you." You nodded to the door with a smile on your face.

She reached into her coat pocket, pulling out a card with her contact information on.

"Contact me, and we'll arrange something, I promise." She rushed out the door and you took the card from her hand.

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You headed back to the office after your little incident with Abigail and went over to Ziva's desk. She couldn't hide the huge smirk that radiated on her face.

"So...did you have fun?" She questioned, wiggling her eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" You asked, sincerely.

"Come on, Y/N. I heard her on the phone, and she was pretty out of breath, and she was flustered when she came in here. I know for certain that you were with her."

"Fine, but you can't tell anyone. We argued, made out and then you called."

"So you didn't...you know?"

"No! You're such a cock-block, Ziva." You chuckled, as you pointed a mocking fingerings at her.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I thought you did." Ziva shook her head. "Did you at least get her number or something?"

"Yeah. She told me to call her later to arrange when we mext see each other."

"Awww. Well, I'm glad that you're both finally doing something about your feeling. It's about time."

"What?" You looked shocked.

"It's so obvious that you like each. You could cut the tension with a knife. The sexual tension that is."

At this, you rolled your eyes, spinning on your desk chair.

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#abigail borin #abigail borin x reader #ncis

[firedrakegirl]

Inspired by this, and my early response to it. https://www.tumblr.com/write-it-motherfuckers/187672014692/wolfygecko-write-it-motherfuckers. This is from the amazing @write-it-motherfuckers!!! Seriously, go check out their prompts!

It was a cool autumn day, and I was enjoying wandering around the creek by halfway down my backyard. I enjoyed looking at the rocks in the creek bed, and occasionally harassing the spiders and fish in the area. Something extra sparkly caught my eye from deeper in the water. When I leaned in and picked it up, nearly face planting in the water in the process, I realized it was a small golden snake with emerald eyes. As I held it, it slowly started growing before it lunged around my wrist and swallowed its own tail to complete the circle. I let out a little shriek of panic and started working to get it off of me. there were no seams I could dig my nails into to try and remove it, it just flexed when I tried to pull it, and the rocks I used to try and break it ended up just bruising me instead.

“Fine. You win. For now.” I grumbled at it, heading back up to the house and grabbing my hoodie on the way. I had gotten a little wet, and while the cool air was normally quite pleasant, against wet skin it was a little much for me. I walked into my back door while pulling the fabric over my head before managing to get through it instead. No sooner had I closed the door than there was a knock on the front door. I adjusted the hoodie sleeve to cover my new bracelet. “Comin'! Just a moment!” I called, hurrying to the front door.

I opened it to see a blond man with some of the biggest muscles I've ever seen outside a body builder and a much slighter, but still large, man next to him. “Sorry to bother you, but our aunt lost her favorite bracelet up the creek. We're going door to door to see if anyone has seen it.” The slighter man spoke.

“It's a gold and emerald snake.” The massive man added helpfully.

I hummed, as though in thought. I was not a good liar, but some instinct was guiding me. “I was just down there but I didn't see anything. You're welcome to go look though. The hook for the fence is on the inside between my house and the next.” I gestured in the correct direction. “Feel free to take your time. If you need anything, just knock. I'm getting ready to make cookies for my fiancé.” Saying there was another person coming home soon should keep them from attacking me if they had nefarious plans.

“Your kindness will be rewarded.” Mountain man smiled at me. It was an open, kind smile, but I didn't trust it.

I knew they were looking for the snake that had latched around my wrist, but...no, there was something off about those two men. I sighed and headed to the kitchen. Even if I didn't have a fiancé, some butterscotch chocolate chip cookies would be really good about now. I set to work, mixing a double batch of dough, and plopping half of it in a bag to freeze for later....if I didn't just eat it raw

As I turned around to start rolling the dough into balls, I froze at the black haired man with his finger in the bowl of dough. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Shhh.” He turned to smile at me. His eyes were the same color as the eyes of the snake. I narrowed my eyes at him. “You don't want to alert the buffoons that something is amiss.”

“Tell me who you are, or I'll scream for them.” I hissed.

“I'm your betrothed.” He flashed a winning smiled at me.

“I don't have a fiancé.” I snapped.

“You've accepted my courtship offer.” He snagged my arm and pushed up my sleeve to reveal the snake bracelet.

“It attacked me!”

“It shouldn't have! Just wrapped around you.”

“Yeah, that's still an attack.”

“Look. Make the cookies and we'll talk. I promise to explain. I can remove the bracelet, but it will kill me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him again. “I'll let it slide until you explain. But you're helping me with the cookies.”

“What do you mean? They're delicious!”

“You get to roll them out and I'll put them in the oven.”

“You're so mean!” He pouted at me, but I could see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“You're the one guilting me into marrying you without even telling me your name.” I pointed out.

“Oh! I am Loki, of Asgard.”

“Pull the other one. Gods aren't real.”

“Oh, but we are! You'll get to meet so many gods as my wife.” He beamed, then paused. “Granted, several of them tend to try and kill me, but they just don't have a sense of humor.”

“Wait, so am I in danger?”

“You’ll be afforded certain protections as my wife.” He assured before pausing. “I’m sorry. I’ve been assuming your pronouns because you’re female presenting. I forget most people can’t shift. Do you prefer she/her?”

“Yeah, actually. Thanks for asking. I’m cisgender.” I clarified.

“I’m genderfluid, but I’ll switch to present appropriately.” Loki told me with a grin. “So no guesswork involved.”

“Okay, cool. Thanks. Now back to the danger to my life, please?”

“There are certain protections afforded to you as my wife.”

“You said that. What does it mean?”

“I have magic and will put plenty of protections on the bracelet and any other jewelry you wear daily.” He explained, starting to roll out the cookies under my directions. “And if I'm around, I'm will take the attention, nine times out of ten.” He smirk was almost proud.

I hummed, fixing some of his cookies. “So I'll save your life, which I'm sure is great. But what do I get out of it?”

“There will be gifts. To start, after being alive for centuries, I do have quite a bit of human money and treasure, so I can fund you.”

“Fund me?”

“Anything. Your life, hobbies, trips, anything.”

“And all I have to do is marry you?”

“Correct. I will need to live with you, of course, to prove that this is a true marriage.”

“Do we have to consumate the marriage?”

“I won't ask that of you until you are comfortable.”

“So we're engaged until I am.”

“Yes! So are you in?”

“Your cube cookies will melt into the usual circles.”

”That's no fun. And you didn't answer me.”

I sighed. “I know. I'll marry you, but we will be setting up boundaries and rules for the house. I don't know you and I don't believe you are a god, so you'll have to earn my trust.”

“The fact that you're giving me the chance is enough.” He said seriously.

I hummed and put the tray of cookies in the oven. “Very well. You get to come up with a believable story as to how we meet and came to be engaged so quickly, because I'll have to explain it to my family and friends.”

“We've been dating for a while, just in secret.”

“That won't fly. Coffee? Tea?”

“What kind of tea? And why not?”

“I'm close to my family. They'd know if I was dating someone. What kind do you want?”

“Lemongrass? Then, hm. Online friend? That's something people do, right? And maybe it's a convenience thing?”

“Okay, that could work. But you're gonna have to get to know me real well real quick for it to be believable. I don't think I have lemongrass. How about ginger peach turmeric?”

“I could make that work. On both counts.”

“Great. I'll put the kettle on. Go sit in there and I'll bring the tea in.” I pointed at the couch. “And I'm also going to need information on why being engaged will save your life.”

“It's a long story.” He said, settling as I started the kettle.

“I have time. Sugar? Honey?”

“I'm not big on nicknames.”

“I meant in your tea, dumbass.”

“Sugar, then. And a lot of it.”

“Somehow that doesn't surprise me.” I rolled my eyes before bringing out two mugs of tea. I knew I wasn't any better, but still.

“Thank you darling.”

“I don't know you well enough for you to be calling me that.”

“I should get into practice.”

“Then you're getting nicknames too.”

“Ugh.” He grinned at me. “I suspect this is going to be a fun adventure.”

“It'd better be, to make up for preventing me from marrying anyone I may have picked.”

He looked at me for a moment. “I'm surprised someone your age isn't married already.”

“Ouch.” I shot him a glare.

“No, that didn't sound right.” He raised his hands defensively. “Last time I was on Midgard, humans older than 25 were considered old maids. I'm glad that's not the case anymore.”

“Oh, it is for some, but not here. It's more important to be happy then married.”

“Did you want to get married?”

“One day, with the right person. I also wouldn't mind having kids.”

“How do you feel about adopting?”

“Adoption is good. My brother is adopted. Not willing to give me kids of our own?”

“I actually already have kids. Will that be okay?”

“I'll want to meet them.”

“That will be difficult, but we can make it work.”

“Why?”

“They're imprisioned for crimes they didn't commit.” His expression was dark. “This might get one or two of them freed, if they promise ot behave with their new mother.”

“So they're adults?”

“Yeah. Have been for a couple centuries.”

“Hmm. Still don't believe you're a god.”

Loki smirked at me, put his cup down, and shapeshifted into an absolutely massive black snake. His head towered over me, despite us both being on the couch.

I stared at him with wide eyes, then put out a hand slowly to touch him. I gave plenty of time for him to give me a sign he didn't want contact, but he was so pretty as a snake. He butted his nose into my hand and slithered over to me, making himself comfortable in my lap. “This only proves you're a shapeshifter, not a god.” I told him, glad to stroke his smooth scales.

#original writing #a little MCU and a little mythology with a healthy dose of headcanon #Loki #self insert #Fire #snippets and blurbs #chaos will be huge here #Fire’s writings and drabbles

[beembeem]

Could you write Keith shadis (aot modern au) coming home to housewife y/n?💞

YESSS fictional men that need therapy are my favorite!

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Y/n leaned against the kitchen counter, waiting for the potatoes to cook. She was scrolling through her phone when she got a text from her husband "I'll be home in a bit. Do you need anything from the store?" Y/n smiled and texted back."Nope! But I'm happy that you're thinking of me! Love you! :) " After y/n pressed 'send', the timer went off, and she turned off the boiling potatoes and went back to preparing dinner.

Twenty minutes had passed, and y/n set two plates of food on the table and got out two cups. Before she could get a drink from out of the fridge, the front door opened and shut, and Keith walked into the kitchen. "Ah, Keith! You're just in time, I just finished making dinner" y/n said with a smile "smells good, I'm not sure what grime I have on me so I'm going to wash up a bit first" he explained before exiting the kitchen. Y/n heard shower water running and sat patiently at the table.

After a good five minutes, the shower turned off. Two minutes later, Keith stepped into the kitchen in comfortable green sweatpants and a loose Grey shirt. " You waited for me? The food's probably cold now. Dont wait for me next time just eat" He said in a stern voice before sitting at the table "I wanted to eat with you" y/n said "I-it wouldn't have felt right eating dinner without you" y/n frowned and stared at the kitchens tile floor and Keith's heart sank when he realized the venom in his voice"I'm sorry y/n I shouldn't have talked to you in that tone, I just don't want you going hungry, alright?" "i know you're only like this because you care." y/n smiled at him before remembering the dishes on the table. " The food is probably cold by now. I'll heat it up for you!" Y/n grabbed Keith's plate and put it in the microwave. When the microwave chimed, she took out Keith's plate and then heated her own plate. When both plates of food were reheated, she sat them down on the table before pulling out her chair and starting her meal. "How was your day?" Y/n asked, taking a bite out of a carrot slices "stressful" keith sighed."Some kid fell off a swing and got a concussion then tried to walk it off like he was fine," he said, rolling his eyes at the thought. "What about you? Do you have anything today?" He asked before taking a bite of the mashed potatoes."I just ran a few errands, went to the store, and got a few things for lunch, the usual." Keith pulled a tired smile. " Nice, I'm off tomorrow. Maybe we could go out?" Keith asked."I'd love to! You've been so busy with work that there hasn't been any time for just us. " y/n sighed, trying to remember the last time they had a proper date. "I'll be sure to make tomorrow's date memorable" he said with a smirk before standing up to put his plate in the sink "I'll do the dishes tonight" he said already rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, "thanks! I'll get us something to drink!"

Y/n opened the refrigerator door and laughed a bit "keith I forgot to ask you to get juice!"

(Please remember that I am a beginner writer! )

#keith shadis #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot #snk #snk x reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #keith shadis x reader

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Imagine msby/japan manager telling her boys she got an oil change for 65284,00 ¥ (500$)

Please their reactions would be hilarious.

We got the ones who's ready to lecture her for being scammed.

We got the ones who wants to go to fight the ones who scammed her.

Omg im doing Team Japan 🤣🤣🤣

"Hold up YN 🤚🏻"- Aran

Our precious YN just bobbing up and down because she's so sweet and she knows this is going ot get her boys all riled up 🙃

"You're telling us you spent $500 on an oil change??"- Atsumu

"Yep!!! What a deal right??"- YN 🤗🤗🤗

"Omg and I thought Bokuto and Hinata were the dumb ones"- Hoshiumi

"Hoshi shut up YN isn't as stupid as Bokuto and Hinata!"- Iwaizumi

"😐 we're right here-" Hinata and Bokuto 🧍‍♂️ 🧍‍♂️

"YN where did you go?"- Aran

"Ohh this dealership! They told me since I was so cute they were going to give me a discount! And they said $500 was practically giving it away for free! Can you believe that??"- You, seriously acting like you even believe yourself

"So they said they were giving you a deal-" Hakuba

"Yeah! Honestly I feel like I practically stole that oil!"- You, still bouncy and excited

"YN you did not steal that Oil"- Ushijima 😐

"Yeah YN, they stole from you"- Kageyama 😒

"What-" You, eyes widening 😳 pretending to be shocked

"Yn, I'm sorry to tell you but those guys scammed you"- Iwaizumi, trying to explain it

"They-they did"- you 🥺🥺🥺 staring to tear up

Ok 10/10 for those crocodile tears

"YN please don't cry!"- Komori

"Yeah YN, don't cry! It will be ok"- Yaku

And for the final nail in the coffin 💅🏼

"So I probably shouldn't go out with that guy then?"- you 🥺🥺

"Wait- whet 😃"- Atsumu

"Pardon YN? What did you say?"- Iwaizumi

"The guy told me I was super hot and asked me out on a date tonight!"- You, so excited again

"😑 Yeah that's not happening"- Yaku

"Yn where is this shop? I think we need to take a team field trip"- Iwaizumi, rolling up his sleeves

Please these men are rolling up their sleeves and heading out the door as you about die from laughter 🤣

#my lovely bbys #live action headcannons 🤣

[sucroseverse]

That Evening on a Bleak Night, She Approached Me With an Offer

[LIGHT] - Brief mentions of non-specific abuse.

2024 words

Main Characters: Fujimura Natsumi, Chibana Yuri

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Natsumi could have gone anywhere that night. She almost considered stopping by a convenience store, if for nothing else than to convince herself that she was busy. But she kept walking by streetlight after streetlight, keeping her eyes to the ground and her hands forcibly shoved into her hoodie pockets. She only stopped when her legs refused to carry her any further, stopping to lean against a wall, shivering before a judgemental breeze. She was silently hoping no one recognized her, that they were to pass her by just like any other sorry excuse for a contributing member of society.

As she entertained that thought, a piercing, bright voice locked its crosshairs on her.

“It's awfully bitter out here, Natsucchan.” Yuri looked up at her friend, who didn't return the gesture. “You’ll catch a cold if you stay out here for too long.”

“You know that's just a myth, right? Don't tell me you still believe in those kids’ stories.”

Yuri giggled, and stood beside Natsumi. “Of course I don't. But you really shouldn't be outside in the snow all alone.”

“How’d you find me out here, anyway? I hardly told anyone where I was going.”

Yuri clicked her tongue. “See, that was your mistake. You ‘hardly told anyone’. I asked Hoshizora-senpai where you were going, and that led me here.”

“I assume by ‘Hoshizora-senpai’, you mean Sensei, right?” Natsumi raised an eyebrow. “There's two of ‘em, you know, and one of them you've known a lot longer than the other.”

“There's Hoshizora-senpai, and there's Yumiko-chan-senpai. There's a difference.”

Natsumi rolled her eyes playfully. “I can hardly keep up with your little name rules, Yucchan.”

Yuri giggled again, which spread mildly to her companion. As Yuri’s eyes opened again, she noticed Natsumi’s chuckling had turned into a shiver, prompting her to offer the girl her coat.

“Y-You know damn well that's not gonna fit me.”

“Just give it a try, please?”

Natsumi sighed and draped the coat over her shoulders. Once she secured it in place by tying the sleeves around her neck, she looked back over at Yuri and noticed the clothes she was wearing underneath that had just been revealed.

“...Did you just get back from a photoshoot?”

The smile left Yuri’s face. “...Yes, I did. I told them I needed to use the restroom for a ‘feminine emergency’. You know, the men I work with are pretty stupid when it comes to that stuff.”

“Yeesh. I’m almost tempted to hand this coat back to you.”

“I’ll be fine!” Yuri’s smile returned, a little forced. “I won't be out here as long as you, after all.”

The pair went silent for a moment, but after a few seconds, Yuri reached over Natsumi’s shoulder to rummage through her coat pocket.

“What--”

“I actually didn't just come out here to make smalltalk, you know. I’m a very busy girl, and we’re both in similar circles now. I wanted to talk to you... about the whole sponsorship deal.”

“Oh, yeah. Sensei and I have been talking about it, and we're hoping to get there pretty soon. Just the application is all we need.”

Yuri sighed. “That's what I was afraid of hearing.”

“Huh?” Natsumi, puzzled, turned to Yuri with her entire body. “...Wait a minute, hold on. I thought you were--”

“Yes, I’m the leader of the sponsor unit union. I know, I’m ‘supposed to be on the side of people getting involved’. But see, there's more to it than that. But before I say anything...”

Yuri grabbed Natsumi’s hand gently, and looked her in the eye, pleading.

“...I need you to promise, promise me you won't tell anyone what I'm about to say. Otherwise... I could be completely ruined. Shirogane-dono and Uso-senpai could be ruined. I haven't told anyone outside of the two of them this... and even they don't know everything. They wouldn't understand like you do. So, please. Will you keep this a secret, and hear me out?”

Natsumi thought for a second, and crossed her arms, leaning against the wall again. “Fine. What's going on?”

Yuri took a deep breath, and fiddled with the unknown object in her hands. “Well... I don't want Aurora to get sponsored.”

“What?”

“Now-- hear me out. I don't want Aurora to get sponsored. But that doesn't mean I don't want you to be a part of the little sponsorship circle... I just don't know if Hoshizora-senpai will be of any use. He has zero experience. He picked you up on a whim. He's flaky. I don't trust him. Not one bit.”

Natsumi stood silently, thinking. She... kind of had a point. The highly-praised Hoshizora Akira wasn't really known for being the most competent leader, nor the most dedicated idol. But, then again, did that mean he really deserved...?

“I see that look on your face, Natsucchan.” Yuri smiled. “You've gotten attached to him, haven't you?”

Natsumi groaned. “No, absolutely not, Sensei is just as annoying as ever. I just... I don't get what you're saying.”

Yuri’s smile fell again. “A part of me thinks you do, but you just don't want to betray him. After all, I haven't seen you cringe or wince a single time calling him ‘Sensei’, yet.”

Natsumi’s eyes faintly widened, but she didn't reply.

“That's what I was really worried about,” Yuri mumbled, “and to be honest, I face a similar issue with KIRA. I wasn't at all attached to them when they invited me... I thought I was just going to leave them the moment I could. But it only took a few months-- imagine that, right?-- for me to get comfortable with them. And as much as I bemoan their shortcomings, I've gotta hand it to them. They almost feel like family now... is that how Hoshizora-senpai feels to you?”

Natsumi still kept quiet.

“...But, Natsucchan, KIRA embraced me with open arms. None of them cared about where I came from, all of them understand me, they all care about me for who I am. And I think they'd love nothing more than to have you as a member. You could be with people who really understand you, who have all the benefits of a sponsored unit... you wouldn't have to just rely on him. You'd actually have peers.”

“You flatter me, but I don't think a unit like KIRA would do good with a voice like mine.”

“Are you kidding?! Even if your voice didn't leave me starstruck... have you heard Kaede-senpai’s voice?” Yuri snickered. “It's not exactly ‘traditionally cutesy’, so to speak. Not to mention Rio’s voice, she sounds like she could beat Sumiya in a fight, but she's singing songs about cloud parties and flower field dreams.”

Natsumi chuckled. “I guess you're right.”

“But...” Yuri’s tone darkened. “... there's another reason I don't want you guys to go through with that sponsorship deal. It's because... well, having Hoshizora-senpai here would be... a burden on my plan. I would be left with no choice but to get rid of him.”

“A ‘burden’...? Your ‘plan’...? ‘Get rid of him’...?!”

“I know it sounds scary, but-- ...actually, it would be pretty scary. Not just for him, but for you, too. I don't want you to get caught up in that, Natsucchan. See, there's a reason everyone so far who's been sponsored is in the union. And it's not because there have been no other applicants who would get accepted.”

Natsumi furrowed her brow, and a chill went down her spine. “What do you mean...?”

Yuri got in a little closer, and spoke in a low whisper.

“There have been at least four other applicants that I've had my eyes on. Each one of them told me no, or that they would ‘think about it’, which is just a ‘no’ in disguise. And without them on my side... I can't function. My plan falls apart.”

“Your ‘plan’? What ‘plan’?!”

“It's simple, Natsucchan. I want to destroy this industry and drain it for every cent it's worth.”

Natsumi froze in place.

Yuri kept talking.

“And the only way I can do that, is if I can get a bunch of people on my side, and we all work together to tear it apart. But if I have an army stacked against me, people who get in our circle and want to keep it and its exploitative nature alive, I’ll crumble. So I... I had to get rid of them.”

Natsumi looked back down at the pavement in disbelief.

“It started with trying to convince them not to come, but you can't just convince someone out of free money. So I had no choice but to turn to other practices. I’ll be honest... I've done terrible things. Things I regret. I cheated people out of a show deal. I’ve framed people for libel. I’ve even... I’m sure you heard about the incident a couple weeks ago, with the stage collapse?”

Natsumi couldn't respond.

“I... I never intended that one to go the way it did. Him getting hurt was by complete accident. But I couldn't say anything. Shirogane-dono couldn't say anything. We got out of there as fast as we could, and no one knows about it to this day. I’m just glad he survived... I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep at night again after that.”

Natsumi looked over at Yuri. “...And you... you wanted to save me from that. You didn't want me to get caught in the cross-fire.”

“Exactly.” Yuri nodded, holding what was now revealed to be her business card, handing it to Natsumi. She pulled out her phone, quickly turning it on and shutting it off again. “And listen, I can't explain everything right now. But written on the back here is my new number-- my personal number. Uso-senpai said this one can't be tracked or recorded, full guarantee. Make sure you're in a private space. Call me tonight at your earliest convenience. I should be home in two and a half hours or so.”

Natsumi stood in awe as Yuri pulled her coat off and started walking away.

“Remember! You're always wanted with KIRA, just consider it for me, ‘kay?”

Before she could reply, Yuri was already running off, leaving her stranded in her own abyss once again.

That night, Natsumi laid flat on her back in bed, phone pressed against her chest. She could feel it sliding off every so often, causing her to fiddle with it more, only for it to slide off again less than a minute later. She hadn't stopped thinking about her conversation with Yuri all evening. In all honesty... this kind of ‘plan’ wasn't entirely out of the question for Yuri. She'd always been dedicated, after all... and Natsumi knew for a long time she felt nothing but spite for her destined career. And after everything she'd seen and heard about what happened to Yuri, all the stories of what those men did to her... she was torn on whose side to take. She couldn't knowingly take the side of a criminal, but... could she take the side of a hurt friend?

She thought about it for a long while. She checked the time-- 22:37. God, was it that late already? And if she was going to call someone... would they even still be awake?

She knew damn well her recipient would be awake for another little while at least.

So, she sat up and, with a shaky hand, picked up her phone. She was still clutching the business card, and she looked it over once again, flipping to the back and reading this new number. It did seem awfully strange, but she wasn't going to question how Uso of all people managed to get his illegal phone numbers.

She looked back at her phone, and after one last moment of thought and extreme hesitation, she began punching in the number she wanted to call.

She knew this could only turn out horribly, but she couldn't resist.

The opportunity was so right.

She knew this was the only way.

The phone rang.

...

“He~llo?”

“Sensei, it's Natsumi. I need to tell you something about that union.”

#sucroseverse #sponsorverse #sv: short fic #sv: LIGHT #fujimura natsumi #natsumi fujimura #chibana yuri #yuri chibana #enstars au #ensemble stars au #ouhgh.... ough...........

[littlegodzilla]

Hellhound AU part 2 Murphy x femReader. Smut.

Well... At the beginning I had an idea, then another one appeared... Now it's turning into something longer and with a plot and I wanted to post it, I have some parts writen by now so...If you like it, I will post one chapter every week.

It's a bit weird, but I like weird things!

Sorry for my english as always, it isn't my first language!

Hellhound Part 2.

Murphy MacManus x FemReader. Warnings: M. +18. Smut. Pact with the Devil. Words: 3600 aprox. Summary: you find a puppy but it isn't what it seems and then things become more complicated that you expected.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @purple-serenity @ruinedbythehobbit

Part 2.

You returned home without taking your eyes off the lottery ticket in your hands, making sure over and over again that these were the numbers that had been matched.

It was crazy.

You walked into your apartment feeling that almost suffocating warmth again, reminding you that the man was still there. The demon, Hellhound. It all sounded like a fucking joke you were still dreaming and you didn't know how to make yourself wake up.

You closed the door behind you and walked into the living room where you saw him sitting, still naked since you had no men's clothes in your house, on the couch watching the news on TV. His head turned towards you and a lopsided smile welcomed you home.

It was all a fucking joke. Demons were wicked, they were scary, he should have horns, red skin, wings, he shouldn't... he shouldn't look like a fucking Christmas cologne ad model. Damn it.

"Did ya win the lottery, lass?" You could feel the mockery in his words and rolled your eyes.

"Very funny..." You mumbled walking over to him, grabbed a blanket that was over your wing chair and tossed it to him to cover up a bit. You had neighbors you wanted to be unnoticed by. "You really kept your word..."

"I told ya." He shrugged taking the blanket and pulled it over his legs covering his nakedness a bit. "Anythin’ ya wanted I couldda get it for ya."

"Yeah well...right now I don't know what to do with this." You showed him the winning ticket. "It's never happened to me...I guess I'll have to go to the bank and have them make the deposit." You spoke to yourself watching as he shrugged his shoulders once again. He bit his thumbnail.

"Do ya wanna me come with ya, lass?"

"Do you mind? I don't trust myself to go alone..."

"Yeah, sure, but I need clothes... Won't ya gotta somethin’ around..." he said raising his eyebrows, you hesitated for a moment, no, you didn't have anything for him, but you could go out and buy something.

"Do you have any idea what size you wear?" You asked but Murphy didn't seem too sure about that either. You sighed getting up, handed him the ticket as you walked back to the door putting on your coat.

"Where ya goin’?" he went with you to the door, wrapped in the blanket.

"I'm going to get you some clothes, some jeans and a t-shirt, at least, and some sneakers." You looked at his feet, very doubtful that your size would fit him.

"I can transform into Scud, but I doubt they'll let me in the bank."

"Nah, I'd rather you come with me as a human, I'll be right back." You assured him by leaving the house.

It didn't take you more than twenty minutes to get back, the good thing about living in a city like that was that there were stores everywhere. You bought three pants, one of each different size since you didn't know for sure, the ones you wouldn't return, just like the sneakers. After trying on a couple of models he was left with a long black coat, a long sleeved sweater, black also and jeans a little big but he seemed more comfortable.

"You don't look bad at all." You dared to compliment him feeling your cheeks turn red.

"Aye, I almost look like my old self." He joked looking down at himself and smiled again moving closer to you. "Shall we go?"

You smiled in return, he offered you his arm, hesitated for a second, but finally you held it with a gesture of thanks and left the house to go towards the bank. You weren't quite sure how you were going to approach about the situation at the bank, whether you should just present the ticket so they would take care of everything or you should explain what you wanted to do with that money. You unconsciously squeezed Murphy's arm as you reached the door of the building, the Hellhound looked at you curiously before giving you a little push, placing his hand on your lower back.

You walked to the counter where there was a young woman preparing papers, trembling you planted yourself in front of her smiling nervously, Murphy's hand still on your back, his fingers caressing your lower back, somehow giving you support just with that gesture. The young woman lifted her head and smiled kindly at you. You reciprocated her gesture, your trembling hands lifting the ticket closer for her to see. Her eyes widened, she held it up and checked, surprised even more.

"Wait a moment, please." She asked you getting up from her seat rushing to the bank manager's office.

"Oh God, it's fake, I'm sure they're calling the police, I shouldn't have..."

"Hey, hey, I'm here, ya know, 'm offended that ya doubt my abilities, lass." Murphy said raising his eyebrows, you stammered because it was true, there was no reason to doubt him, but you were too nervous.

The woman returned, followed by the bank manager, the two of them presented a strange smile on their faces, they looked too happy and although it should have worried you, it relieved you. It meant that the ticket was valid, that you were going to get your money, but of course they intended to take advantage of it as much as possible. They served you kindly, the elderly man asked you to follow him to his office where he congratulated you on the prize, he started to fill his mouth with compliments and congratulations.

Murphy seemed quite amused, but he didn't open his mouth at any time, just watched, scratching the hair under his lower lip. The director proposed you to invest that money, use it for some financing, secure it so that the bank could manipulate it to their liking, it was then that the demon sat up in his chair and hid the ticket under his hand when the other man tried to take it.

"I dunno ya understand, we want the money, ‘f course ya ain’t gonna get it overnight and we don't wanna take it away in black briefcases either, we're just here to hold it for ya. She already has plans for it."

"I understand you sir, but..." He hesitated for a second looking at the two of you. Murphy tensed his jaw.

"’S my wife, so think carefully ‘bout what ya gonna say." His voice rang with clear menace, your whole body shuddered then.

Wife.

"No, please, I would never disrespect you both, I apologize if my intentions have seemed bold. But understand that it is a huge amount of money and sometimes it is better..."

"I said we just wanna the money in the account she tells you. She already has plans." He repeated and the bank manager looked at you. You stammered for a second and then nodded.

"Y-yes, I want to open my own business, I'm still looking for premises and planning everything, b-but the sooner we could..."

"That's what I mean, if you had a site plan, insurance, all that we can process it from here, we would see to it that to your business it wouldn't happen..." He faltered at the serious gesture the Hellhound directed at him.

"She's fully capable of doin’ that on her own, thanks. Keep yer share so she ain't get in trouble with the IRS and the rest dunno even think of touchin’." The threat was clearer in her voice, even you felt fear.

"Cle-clear, of course, it's a very wise decision, if you provide me with your data and a phone number I'll let you know as soon as the money is available."

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" The smirk returned to Murphy's face and his hand squeezed your knee, when he looked at you felt your cheeks flush.

After processing everything with the bank manager, assuring you that you would be kept in the loop as soon as your money was available, you and Murphy walked out of the bank waving goodbye to the employees who now seemed too nice to you. No doubt the power of money could do anything. The Hellhound gave you a gentle tap on the arm laughing good-naturedly touching his belly. You smiled a little, you didn't expect him to be so giggly.

"Th-thank you for sticking up for me... if I had come alone, he would have surely kept all the money." You mumbled feeling like a bit of an idiot about it all. Murphy shook his head turning back to you draping an arm around your shoulders.

"Don't worry, lass, it's been a pleasure." He smiled again looking around, you weren't sure how long Murphy had been in Hell, but it was clear it had been a while since he had been around so many people and he was enjoying that freedom.

"Your wife?" you dared to ask him, averting your gaze. You heard him chuckle beside you before letting go.

"Wouldda ya preferred me to say I was a demon ya had made a deal with and that's why ya hit the lottery?"

"You could have said you were my brother or something..." You shrugged, smiling amused.

"Nah, wife sounds better, more believable." He shook his head a little shaking his head, took your hand and dragged you a little to a tobacconist pointing inside. "Can buy me a pack of cigarettes? I miss nicotine." He looked at you licking his lower lip. You looked at him in disbelief and a snicker escaped your nose.

"You're like a child." You dared to say walking into the tobacconist to buy him a pack of cigarettes. "Here, I don't know what brand you'd smoke, but I hope it'll work for you." You said handing him the pack and a lighter.

Murphy didn't hesitate, he took the pack taking out a cigarette and took a long drag after lighting it. He let the air out very slowly enjoying the taste of it, the smoke in his lungs, the burning sensation in his throat. The smoke rose up to your nose, blowing the smoke out like a sleeping dragon. You couldn't look away from every gesture and movement he made from the time the cigarette rested on his lips until he pulled it away again, it was as if you were mesmerized.

It was strange how sexy you had found that gesture. Were you that desperate?

"Everythin’ okay, lass?" the demon's voice reached your ears and you shook your head quickly.

"Yes, yeah, I like to see you're enjoying yourself."

"We've both come out winners, haven't we?" he smiled broadly taking a long drag on his cigarette again. "Would ya like to go for a walk? I'd like to see the city..."

"Yeah, sure, I have the day off today, so you got lucky." You joked before setting out to walk with him through the long streets of the city.

You weren't quite sure where the demon wanted to go, but you noticed that since you started walking, he had set a particular course, walking beside you, still smoking his cigarette with extreme enthusiasm. His free hand brushed yours on several occasions before he clasped it and hid it inside his coat pocket. You gave him a sidelong glance at the gesture, but he was still staring at the streets and buildings of the city.

He was curiously physical, he liked the contact, his hand kept caressing yours, squeezing it and keeping it inside his pocket. The circumstances of why he was now a demon were unknown to you, but it was clear that it was not because he was a bad person. Suddenly curiosity took hold of you wanting to know what had happened to the man when he was still alive, but you wouldn't ask him, at least not yet.

You had been walking for quite a while, you reached the southern part of the city and his footsteps became much steadier, more confident, now you understood, Murphy had lived there when he was human, he was going somewhere he knew. You couldn't tell if that was a good thing, if someone saw him around and recognized him it could be a big shock. You wanted to open your mouth, but then he stopped and by inertia you bumped into his shoulder. You looked at him confused discovering a special gleam in his eyes. You followed his gaze discovering in front of you an Irish pub that looked old and clearly neglected. You frowned not knowing if it would still be open, he wanted to check as he pulled you towards the pub door.

"Wait, Murphy, wait." You stopped him by holding his hand inside his coat pocket. "I don't think that's a good idea..."

"Why? I used to come with my brother to this pub a few years ago, it's a great place."

"That's exactly why, if you're dead... Don't you think they'd be scared to see you suddenly show up?" You tried to talk some sense into him. He seemed to hesitate biting his thumbnail once again. He wanted to come in, that was more than obvious and you were sure you weren't going to be able to stop him.

"But I'd like to know how everythin’ is, I'd like to see if Doc is still..." He mumbled shifting his feet nervously, hesitating. You sighed smiling and patted his hand.

"Let's take a look at it, but if anyone recognizes you it would be better if..." You faltered when you saw his gesture change, his features hardened, his gesture became more mature, more adult, his beard thickened a little and his hair shorter and somewhat lighter. "What...?" you murmured, not knowing what to say.

"That's how I would be now." He explained looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "I died at about twenty-eight twenty-nine, if I remember correctly... I just changed my expression a bit." He shrugged and you blinked several times trying to process what you were seeing. He now looked like a grown man in his late forties or early fifties.

"Are you...are you going to stay like this...?" you stammered not knowing what exactly to say, a smirk formed on Murphy's mouth and you felt your pussy tingle.

"Would ya rather I stay like this? Do ya like it better, lass?" the teasing and irony was painted in his voice, making you react at last.

"No, no, I don't... I don't care." You cleared your throat averting your gaze, pulled your hand out of his pocket and went to the pub door hearing him laugh behind you.

It was a couple of weeks after you talked to the bank manager before the money was credited to your account. A cold sweat ran down your back when you saw the amount reflected in the bank account, but it was yours, it was real. After making it tangible you talked to your bosses at your job saying goodbye at the same time you called your parents. You gave yourself the whim of changing your house, you left your apartment for a nice house, like those you had always seen in the movies, with two floors and a large garden in the back for your pets and children to play and run around.

It was the biggest whim you gave yourself, anyway it was not an exorbitant price when you bought it. When everything was settled with your job you looked for a nice place for your new job and took Murphy there.

It was old, it was disorganized, it was battered, the paper on the walls was lifting, it had some dampness and the smell of dust and dirt was intense. Nevertheless, it was perfect for you. In your mind you had already organized everything as you wanted, you had planned many things. You stretched out your arms presenting the place to the Hellhound who looked at the place biting his lower lip.

"Is this why ya quit yer job?" there was doubt in his voice, but you also sensed a tinge of irony.

"Yes! You told me so, remember? You wouldn't take ‘no’ for an answer." You tried to defend yourself.

"And what ya wanna open here, lass?" he looked at you curiously and your cheeks reddened.

"A bookstore..." you mumbled.

"A bookstore? Sure, because there mustn’t be one in the whole city." He scoffed, but fell silent as he saw your own excitement diminish at his teasing. "Okay, if that's what makes ya happy, how yer gonna organize all this?"

"I'm in no particular hurry, really, so I'm going to do it myself...at least what I can. I've asked for estimates to fix the leaks and leaks, next week they start, I've called a painter so that when they're done with the damp they'll start going over the walls... I want to go look at furniture, shelves, display cases, exhibitors, everything I need to decorate the store and after that I'll start calling distributors and publishers to bring me material." There was too much excitement in your voice. You even bounced on your fingertips like a child.

Murphy watched you silently, a crooked smile on his mouth, rubbing his nose in amusement as he followed you around the room as you explained everything you wanted to do, how you wanted to set it all up and how it would look once finished. The demon walked over to you, his hands resting on your waist and you tensed for a second under his touch, the whole explanation blurring from your mind.

"Have ya bought the place, lass?" he asked you, speaking against your ear.

"Yes, of course..." You looked sideways at him sighing as you felt his fingers inside your sweater.

"In that case we should give it a thorough going over" His voice became a purr against your neck as he pulled your sweater up to pull it over your head.

“Murphy I’m not sure if we can…” You mumbled trying to pushed him away.

“C’mon, lass, ya said the all place is yers.” He kissed your neck from behind. “We can do whatever we want, and I want ya now.”

You closed your eyes as his hands squeezed your breasts pushing up your bra enjoying your bare skin under his touch, he played and pinched your nipples until you moaned, your back arched, your ass pressed against him rubbing the growing erection inside his pants.

"See, I ain’t the only one havin’ fun here, lass." He joked in your ear, but you decided not to respond knowing he was just teasing.

He leaned your body against the table in front of you, your hands against the chipboard surface, he unbuttoned your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear, you shuddered at the feel of his hands on your buttocks caressing your skin, pushing you a little further onto the table surface so that you lay flat on the table, you watched him out of the corner of your eye as he knelt behind you spreading your legs a little further apart.

"Murphy... Someone could come in..." you gasped as his breath brushed against your wet pussy.

"Then they'll enjoy a good show." He joked right behind you. "But look at this..." He brushed your folds with the tip of his thumb feeling it slide because of how wet you were. "Ya wanna this..."

You wanted to protest again, but Murphy's mouth silenced all your protests, his tongue brushed your clit which gave you a pleasant shiver of pleasure arching your back unconsciously, biting your lip, closing your eyes, you pushed your hips back, Murphy grinned against you, holding you by your ass, opening his mouth a little wider to devour you completely.

You mentally gave thanks that no one decided to show up at the door or that anyone could see you from outside. You held tightly to the edges of the table as Murphy's mouth took its time with you, licking your slit, sucking on your clit, pushing the tip of his tongue at your entrance, parting your labia for greater access making you moan louder and louder. You rolled your eyes feeling like you were verging on your orgasm when the demon pulled away from you giving you a gentle spank. You turned in confusion, your vision blurred, your clit throbbing intensely between your legs. Murphy smiled as he saw the need in your gaze, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, rubbing his cock, rising hard toward you.

One of his hands rested on your lower back as he guided his cock into your vagina with one thrust. You moaned at the sudden invasion. Murphy lay his body on top of yours spreading your legs a little further apart, beginning to move hard in and out of you, his hand closed on your neck lightly squeezing your throat as he grunted and snorted against your ear thrusting fast and deep, his balls slapping your clit in a wet sound, thin strands of flow running down the insides of your thighs feeling the climax overtake you cumming, tightening around his cock hearing the demon also reach his limit and cum inside staying still on you, the grip on your neck loosening caressing your skin, both of you panting wanting to recover little by little.

"We've already inaugurated the place, lass." He joked and you snorted.

"Idiot..." You sighed with a breathy sigh.

To be Continued...

I hope you enjoyed it!

See you in the next story!

yes, the first chapters are a bit smuttie because it was the initial idea, everything will have more plot from the third part.

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[emberstoriesandtales]

Reunion (Leon S. Kennedy x Redfield!Fem!Reader)

(TW: Self harm, depression)

It has been about a year since her siblings and boyfriend dissapeared, Y/N refused to believe that they were gone.

When she found out that they were missing, she tried her best to look for them, but even the authorities couldn't even find them.

She fell into depression afterwards believing that they were gone for good and that she would never see them again.

As she sat in the bathtub, in her pajama shorts anf f/c hoodie, the sleeves were rolled up showing the many scars from when she cut herself for the last couple months.

The cold blade rested in her hand as she gently dragged it across her wrist.

She could end it all now.

She could be with her siblings and boyfriend again.

Gripping the blade tightly in her hand, she dug the sharp tip into her wrist, breaking the skin open and started to drag it across her wrist.

But before she could make it even more worse, black fog clouded her vision as she dropped the bloody blade.

"What the fuck?!" Y/N cried out in fear as the fog surrounded her until it was pitch black.

The darkness lasted for about a minute before she found herself standing in the middle of a camp.

Many people who were sitting around either playing cards, playing catch with a frisbee, or talking stopped what they were doing and looked at her in shock.

"Oh my god, here let me help you with those cuts." A man around her age, maybe a year younger than her said in concern as he gently grabbed her arm and had her sit down.

But as he started to bandage her wrists, black fog surrounded her, causing the people around her to complain.

"She just got here and with her wrists like that, she shouldn't be going into a trial!" An older woman in a police uniform complained as Y/N's vision went dark.

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Whe the fog went away Y/N found herself back in the Raccoon City Police Department, much to her dismay and confusion.

Racoon city was destroyed, how was she back here? And what did those people mean by trial?

"Y/N?" A familiar voice spoke up behind her, causing her heart to race.

No way...

Turning, she felt tears fall as she saw Claire standing there, looking at her with as much shock as her.

Tears also fell from her sister's eyes as the two embraced.

"I thought I would never see you again. Chris and Leon are going to be happy to see you."

Hearing her brother and boyfriend’s names made her grin.

"Chris and Leon are here?"

Claire nodded before looking down at Y/N's bloody wrists in horror.

"Y/N... your wrists."

Bringing Y/N over to one of the cots of the main hall, Claire had her sit down as she dug through her medkit, grabbing some bandages and began to wrap her wrists up.

"When did you start cutting yourself? How long we were gone for you?" She asked in a whisper.

"About a year... I thought you were all gone, dead... before I arrived here, I was going to end it."

Claire could feel her heart stop at the thought of her sister dead.

Her youngest sibling, gone.

She couldn't bare to have that happen.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but at least we're together again. We are here for you."

Y/N smiled as the older woman finished bandaging her wrists before the two hugged again.

During that time, two gens popped.

"Here, I'll teach you how to repair a generator."

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As Claire and Y/N made their way back to camp after the trial, which went really well, Y/N told Claire everything that has happened when they were gone, about how she fell into depression and began to self harm.

She was prescribed with different medications and therapy but none of that stuff helped.

It hurt Claire to hear about her sister going through so much pain, hopefully she gets better now that they were back in her life.

When they reached the camp, the two saw Leon, Chris and Jill talking to some other people, they looked pretty happy so their trials must have been good as well.

"Chris! Leon!"

The two men glanced over and their eyes widened.

"Y/N!" Leon shouted as he rushed over to her and wrapped her up in a tight embrace.

"I thought I would never see you again..." Y/N mumbled as tears fell.

"Me neither, but I'm glad i was wrong."

He then pressed his lips to her's in a sweet kiss, making her heart race just like when he first kissed her.

The reunion she waited so long for, finally came.

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[mimisempai]

The evidences of our love are everywhere

Summary:

Thor is worried about his little brother's happiness and spies on Loki and Mobius in a more or less subtle way.

Tumblr request : Thor spying on Loki and Mobius.

As usual I got carried away and added most of my favorite tropes :p

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33254275

1643 words - Rating G

"I know it, that you are watching us Thor."

Thor wanted to protest at first, but even though he hadn't known Mobius long, he knew the man was perceptive and there was no point in trying to lie to him.

He sighed, "I admit it."

"I suspect you have no malicious intent," Mobius said kindly, "but I would like to know why."

Thor thought about what he would say in response.

He could see that his little brother was happy. That he had changed, or rather that he had become the best version of himself.

And this was partly thanks to Mobius, but he needed to see it with his own eyes. In their daily lives. So he had been watching for every moment he could spy on them during their stay in Asgard.

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One evening, he had overheard a scene he never thought he would see.

Mobius with a brush in his hand was sitting behind Loki and asked him softly, "Should I start brushing your hair?"

Loki nodded and closed his eyes, as if he already knew he was going to like it. Like it had become something familiar.

Mobius started at the bottom, taking care not to pull, then slowly worked his way up. After a while, Mobius' fingers replaced the brush and it was clear that Loki was enjoying it. He did not startle or protest. He turned his back to someone and let them touch him. This showed how much he trusted Mobius.

Not so long ago, such contact would have been unimaginable. If it was anyone else but Mobius, Thor thought, Loki would never have allowed it.

Thor could hardly tear himself away from the scene since he was so fascinated.

Mobius stopped and his hands slid over Loki's shoulders and Loki held his head back with a gentle smile on his face. Mobius leaned over and kissed him gently.

Thor thought it was time for him to retire.

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" Tell me candidly, is there anything in me, except my ugliness, which displeases you? Do you object to my birth, my temper, my manners?”

“No, truly,” replied the princess; “I like everything in you, except”—and she hesitated courteously—”except your appearance.”

Thor had just entered the living room of Loki and Mobius' suite and stopped in front of the incredible scene he had before his eyes.

Loki was lying on the couch, his head on Mobius' lap, Mobius had one hand in his hair and in the other hand a book that he was reading aloud.

Thor held his breath, because the two men had neither seen nor heard him.

Mobius continued reading.

“Then, madam, I need not lose my happiness; for if I have the gift of making clever whosoever I love best, you also are able to make the person you prefer as handsome as ever you please. Could you love me enough to do that?”

“I think I could,” said the princess, and her heart being greatly softened towards him, she wished that he might become the handsomest prince in all the world. No sooner had she done so than Riquet with the Tuft appeared in her eyes the most elegant young man she had ever seen.

Loki sneered, "Of course, to be happy, they both have to be beautiful and smart. I know it's a fairy tale and doesn't fit reality, but frankly, I'd never read that to my kids."

"Sweetheart," Mobius said softly while stroking Loki's hair soothingly before continuing, "Listen to the end, I think you'll enjoy it more."

Loki harrumphed, but remained silent as Mobius continued, " Some people have said that this was no fairy-gift, but that love created the change. They declare that the princess, when she thought over her lover’s perseverance, patience, good-humour, and discretion, and counted his numerous fine qualities of mind and disposition, saw no longer the deformity of his body or the plainness of his features. However this may be, it is certain that the princess married him; that either she retained her good sense, or he never felt the want of it; and he never again became ugly—or, at least, not in his wife’s eyes, so they both lived very happy until they died. Morality, all is beautiful in those whom we love, and those whom we love are witty and intelligent"

Loki turned on his back and looked at Mobius.

Thor stepped back into the doorway, he was no longer able to see but he heard Loki, "Mobius, it's kind of like the two of us in the end," he chuckled before continuing, "except that we're both princes. But what I mean is that you have seen beyond what I have shown the world."

Thor heard Mobius nod before answering, "And you, Loki, have opened my mind.  So there is nothing to stop us from living very happy until we die."

The only thing Thor heard again before walking away was his little brother's undoubtedly happy laughter.

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Thor had not often had the opportunity to see Loki in his Jotun form. He knew that even after all this time it was still an extremely sensitive subject for his brother, so he was surprised to see him like this, sitting on the balcony railing of their suite, looking at the sky.

He was about to join him, when Mobius appeared next to him bringing what appeared to be some refreshments.

When Loki was aware of Mobius' presence, he began to revert to his Aesir form. But Mobius protested, "Loki, you know you don't have to hide from me, Sweetheart. If you want to take on that appearance, I have no problem with it."

And as Loki returned to his Jotun appearance, Mobius put down the tray and approached him, gently touching his face, as if he was used to doing it, knowing that if he lingered too long, the cold sensation would be too much.

Loki said in a voice Thor didn't know, "Do you really not mind touching me while I'm like this?"

Mobius shook his head and replied, "No, the only downside is that I can't touch you or kiss you like I want to, but otherwise I have no problem with this shape. I told you before, I love you, I love everything about you and it's part of you so I love this form too."

Then Mobius sat Loki down on a small bench that was on the balcony, put a pillow on Loki's lap, and lay down next to him resting his head on the pillow then said softly, "And you see, even when you are in this form, it is possible for us to be close."

As he walked away, Thor thought to himself that he would not soon forget his brother's amazed expression.

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The next time, Thor had first heard just laughter, as he went to knock on the door of Mobius and Loki's suite.

"No, Mobius! Stop it! You're scratching! I don't want you to kiss me if it scratches like that!"Then Thor heard Mobius reply in a sulky voice, which was quite rare, "Loki..."

"No, no, no your itchy skin will not come in contact with my delicate skin!"

He heard Mobius cough before he replied, "Then would you please shave me?"

Then the two men seemed to be gone, and Thor couldn't help but be curious and slowly opened the door. The living room was empty, but Thor heard voices that seemed to come from a small adjoining room. He knew he shouldn't, but he peeked through the half-open door anyway.

Mobius was sitting with a towel over his shoulders, shaving cream on his cheeks and chin. Loki had rolled up his sleeves, and was holding a razor. He leaned over to Mobius, and with a serious look on his face asked, "Do you trust me?"

Mobius answered firmly, looking him straight in the eye, "Intimately." before stretching his chin forward and closing his eyes.

Thor once again baffled, discreetly turned back and left their suite.

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"I'm sorry Mobius. Of course I had no malicious intent. I guess I just wanted to make sure that Loki was happy. It was something I didn't expect to see. I think I wanted to see it for myself, I'm sorry I was kind of a stalker, I-"

Mobius stopped him by putting a hand on his forearm, "It's okay Thor, you don't have to justify yourself. I know Loki's life, his whole life, so I understand perfectly well the need to reassure you, but I can promise you one thing, that I will always do everything to make him happy. That will always be my priority. Loki is the only family I have so I will always take care of him."

Thor nodded visibly moved as a voice echoed behind him, "You see, brother you don't have to worry. My happiness is truly real."

As if to prove what he had just said was true, Loki approached Mobius and put his arm around his waist before kissing him on the cheek.

"This man Thor, is the person who allowed me to change what I thought was my destiny, he saw the good in me, and in doing so I finally believed that I was capable of doing good."

Thor answered softly, "I always knew you were capable of doing good, little brother, but I'm glad you believe it now too."

Then he stepped forward and took the two men in a strong embrace before stepping back and adding, "Mobius, there was only one thing that was wrong with everything you told me before."

Mobius and Loki looked at him in surprise.

Thor added with a gentle smile, "You said Loki was your only family, but that's not true, it's not true anymore. Welcome to the family. We are your family and you are ours now."

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Series of Oneshot : Together, for all time, always

Fairy Tale used : Riquet and the tuft, oft underrated or shallowly interpreted. Shaving scene, inspired by Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle shaving scene in CSI

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

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