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houseofripley · 3 months

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Hotel Hell

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Hotel - Montell Fish

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WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT, Overstimulation, Cunnilingus, Strap-On, Extreme Knife Play, Blood Play, Handcuffs, Rough Sex, Just Pure Filth tbh WORD COUNT: 2,586 A/N: inspired by hotel by montell fish. my brain turned to jello while making this. mood board for this below okay toodles

Room 936.

Rhea Ripleys room was always Room 936.

It was routine at this point. Show up, get your brains fucked out, leave right away. Repeat every three months.

Rhea was a brooding woman you came across as you worked at a concert venue in lower Manhattan a year and a half ago. Rhea sat alone in a balcony club booth as Bring Me The Horizon's live music blared through the concert hall.

Once the night had ended you shuffled through tab receipts, Rhea’s bill boasted a 50% tip and a scribbled phone number and address at the bottom.

That night you took the risk, catching yourself in a never ending loop.

You stepped into the room after entering the pin code. Your eyes searched for Rhea’s figure in the dark room being dimly lit up by the city lights seeping through the floor to ceiling windows.

You dropped your bag filled with a change of clothes on the floor. You learned to take an extra change of clothes as Rhea picked up a tendency of ripping your clothes to shreds.

“here.” You shot a text to the woman before placing your phone on a side table you passed as you made your way to the large windows.

Getting caught up admiring New York City you were pulled out of your trance as the cold edge of a switchblade was placed against your neck. Another hand wrapped around your waist from behind, Rhea pulled herself against your back.

“Don’t say a goddamn word” Rhea murmured inches from your ear. The woman had you frozen in fear, she had never brought a knife upon you.

Your breath anchored as the blade moved to slash both the straps of your loose slip dress. Rhea nibbled at the back of your neck as the dress slowly glided down your body.

Rhea shed her blazer and trousers off her masculine build. The woman shoved you down to your knees before pulling a nearby armchair up to the window.

“I want this whole city to watch you devour my pussy.” Rhea declared. As you slowly crawled in between her thighs as she removed her long sleeve button up.

You looked up at her as you pulled down her boxers. Your tongue trailed up her folds, your warm lips pecked Rhea’s clit. “So good” You quietly praised.

A bitter slap was placed across your face causing a whimper to escape from your mouth. “Nobody told you to fucking speak slut.” Rhea scrutinized, “Now get back to work.”

You sluggishly nodded before attaching your lips to the woman's heat. Your tongue worked in circles and trails as her hips rolled against your face.

Rhea and you held eye contact while you shook your head left and right, moaning against her heat. Something was off about Rhea tonight, there was something sinister about her demeanor.

Rhea took a firm hold onto the roots of your hair as your tongue toyed with her entrance. You hummed as you dove into her, her juices mixed with your saliva on your chin.

You worked on Rhea as her orgasm neared. She let you taste her for several more moments before yanking you way as she was seconds away from releasing onto you. Rhea had just edged herself using you as her personal toy.

She stood up, pulling you up by your hair as you whined. “Stop your fussing.” Rhea demanded, taking a grasp of your chin.

Rhea unclasped your bra and slid it down your shoulders before pulling you to the bed. She threw you towards the center of the bed before crawling up between your legs.

Your teeth bit down on the inside of your cheek as you watched her pull her switchblade from her bra. Rhea danced the blade across your thighs, the fear she sensed from you seemingly put her under a trance.

The blade pressed down against your soft thighs. Rhea shred the skin of your shaking legs, dark red blood began bubbling up from the cut.

You let out a pained whimper as Rhea’s tongue collected your blood. Your hands clung onto the sheets as Rhea left multiple cuts scattered across your thighs.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” Rhea whispered as her hands spread the blood around your legs. Her blood covered hand clasped the switchblade as she began to mangle your panties.

Bloodied fingers separated your folds, Rhea’s tongue glazed over your slick. Rhea’s eyes darted up at you, your eyes full of desperation.

“Such a tasty girl,” Rhea’s voice was menacing, it was clear she planned on destroying you tonight.

Rhea’s lips wrapped around your clit, her tongue piercing slowly rolling over your bud of nerves. Her eyes rolled back into her head as a moan left your throat.

A quiet “fuck.” exited your lips as two blood stained fingers slipped into your wetness. Your hips rocked while Rhea’s fingers pushed and pulled from inside of you, her tongue rocking against your clit.

Clusters of moans escaped you as the woman's fingers curled up inside of you. “I’m gonna fucking cum,” you hissed out, your legs squeezing around Rhea’s head. Her mouth worked like magic on you while her fingers pierced into you.

“Ah shit!” Echoed around the room as your hips twitched against Rhea’s humming lips. You whimpered out, releasing your tension onto Rhea’s fingers.

Rhea moaned as she sucked on her cum coated fingers. “Always cumming so fast for me,” She preached out. “I’m just getting started babydoll.”

You looked down at your blood coated legs, clenching your jaw as the pain began catching up to you. Rhea lurched over to the closet, bending down over her bulky overnight bag.

The woman soon returned back to you with her strap-on in one hand and a vibrating wand in her other.

She placed her strap next to her trusty switchblade. Humming as she gazed down at you she turned the vibrator on and placed it against your sensitive clit.

“Fuck Rhea,” You whined out, still fragile from you orgasm that took place moments ago.

Rhea soon joined you, lowering her core on the bulb of the vibrator. The woman let out a husked groan as she began rocking herself against the toy.

She reached for her blade, only to be stopped by your hand darting down grabbing her wrist. “Rhea please, no!” Your voice pleaded. Rhea looked down at you, pure rage covered her face.

The brooding woman lowered herself inches from your face “Let go right fucking now or I will plunge this knife right into your goddamn cunt.” Rhea threatened under her heavy breaths.

You loosened the already weak grip you had on her wrist. “That’s what I thought.” Rhea snarked tracing the blade down your sweat filled chest.

Tears glazed your eyes as the blade sank into the soft skin of your lower abdomen. You moaned out whimpers watching Rhea brand her name onto you.

“Look at you, what a pathetic bloody mess.” Rhea taunted beginning to thrust into the vibrator resting against your core.

The knot in your stomach grew larger as the toy was repeatedly pushed further against your clit.

A loud yelp rang around the room, a stream of clear liquid sprayed from your insides, soaking Rhea’s legs.

“Just way too easy.” Rhea grinned watching you attempt to jerk away from the vibrator. The more you squirmed, the more pressure she put against you. “Please no mo-'' Rhea shushed you before you were able to complete your sentence.

It was mere minutes until a pool of cum dripped out of your cunt. Rhea finally removed the vibrator from your skin. Both your legs tangled into each other as Rhea’s cunt settled onto your wetness.

Her head threw back as she grinded against your soaked core. “Can’t t-take anymore!!” You cried out.

Sweat pooled at Rhea’s forehead “Don’t lie-” grumbled out her mouth “I know you better than you know yourself…” Escaped through heavy breaths. Her fingertips dug into your waist as her orgasm approached.

The tribbing motions shortened while her speed increased. “Such a good fuck toy mmph” Rhea slurred out. Your brain was unable to process anything other than the overwhelming stimulation between your legs as pitiful moans left your mouth.

“Aagh fuck!” Rhea’s voice howled as she came undone against you. She slowly fucked herself onto you, coming down from her high.

Rhea sat back attempting to catch her breath. You tried to sit up but Rhea halted you, putting a hand on your chest. “I’m not done with you bitch.” She growled, shuffling around as she tried to get her strap-on tightened to her body.

“Fuck you,” You muttered quietly. If she wanted to push you towards your limit you were gonna piss her off as much as you possibly could.

Rhea crawled back between your legs, she rammed the black silicone into you with no care in the world how much pain she caused you. She pulled her face up to yours, the switchblade made a reappearance pressed against your throat. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” Her voice was full of fury.

“I said, Fuck. You.” You raised your voice, spitting at Rhea.

The blade pressed further into your skin, one swipe from stealing all the life inside your body.

Rhea’s hips began smashing into you, abusing your insides. Rhea’s free hand delivered a blow to your cheek. Not a slap, a cruel punch.

You cupped your injured cheek as cries escaped your mouth. Rhea backed away from your face, “You wanna act like a fucking bitch? I’ll make sure you know to never disrespect me again you stupid whore!” You had never heard Rhea’s voice this loud.

The blade was moved down your torso, ready to attack if you dared to misbehave. Rhea’s free hand took hold of your throat, squeezing at the sides.

You knew that one word could make this torture stop. She’d cut it out if you blurted out your safeword. You masochistically wanted to know how much more you could take. Your hands took hold of your tits as Rhea’s hips continued their assault on your insides, your moans loud enough you were sure you’d be receiving noise complaints.

Rhea used the flat edge of her blade to push your hand off your tits. “Whores like you don't get to touch themselves.” She stated as her strokes into you deepened.

Rhea made sure you felt her anger with every stroke.

“Tell me who owns this pussy.” Rhea murmured, smirking as she realized you were dozed off into space

You had got so caught up in pleasure Rhea had practically fucked you till you were braindead.

The blade in Rhea’s hand gashed the skin on your ribs, snapping you out of your trance. The wound was much deeper than all previous cuts Rhea had given you.

“I asked who owns this pussy slut. Use your fucking words.” It wasn’t a demand, it was a threat. Her eyes seemingly pierced through your soul.

“Fucking shit!” You yelped out, your torso recoiling in pain. “You do Rhea! You own this pussy!” Your voice rang around the room, her control over you was intoxicating.

“Good girl, hm” Rhea said as her face displayed a ‘fuck you’ grin. She closed her eyes as she took in the sounds escaping from you.

You took this moment to reach down your bloodied torso and began rubbing circles over your clit. “Fuck Rhea,” You whispered out as her eyes slowly opened.

Rheas eyes filled with rage seeing you touch yourself under her. “Stupid slut cant even listen to simple rules.” She berated before slapping down on your fresh wound. “Don’t do that!” You cried out.

Rhea pulled out of your sore hole. She got off the bed and dragged you to the edge of the mattress before flipping you onto your stomach. She disappeared into the bathroom for a moment as your blood soaked into the white sheets. Rhea soon returned with a pair of handcuffs.

She forced your hands behind your back and locked you up. “You just never fucking learn don’t you…” She taunted.

Rhea stood you up and led you over to the window. She bent you over, holding onto your restrained hands to help you keep your balance.

“Now everyone gets to see what a slut you are for me.” Rhea chuckled as she re-inserted herself into you.

A loud moan escaped you, her hips jolting into you as clapping noises began ringing through the room. “That's it take my cock,” Rhea hummed as she made sure every inch of her length was inside of you.

“Harder!” You pleaded, watching as droplets of your blood dropped down to the carpet. You squealed as Rhea’s strokes began to speed up causing you to squirt all over yourself again. “Such a needy girl,” Rhea degraded while laughing.

Rhea had put you through hell and your brain was borderline fried, you weren't able to do anything but shriek in pleasure. Your legs began quivering under your weight.

You let out a series of screams as you released everything you had left to give onto Rhea’s cock. Rhea pulled out of you slowly and admired the black silicone that had been coated with your cum.

The woman removed your handcuffs just as your legs went limp, sending you crashing to the floor. Rhea unashamedly chuckled as you groaned in pain.

You curled up on the floor trying to recover from the cruelty you had just faced as Rhea walked over to the bed and began collecting her items. Aftercare was something that did not exist in Rhea’s mind, you were her toy whether you liked it or not.

You laid down for a few moments before you stood up slowly and stumbled to your bag. “Why?” You asked as you looked at her from across the room while pulling out your change of clothes.

“Why what?” Rhea’s brows furrowed in confusion as she put her suit back on. “Why do you do this Rhea? Abuse me for one night just to leave and forget I exist for months! Why can’t I know you?!” You complained as you slid into a pair of sweatpants.

Rhea sighed in frustration, throwing her bag onto her shoulder. “Don’t ask me stupid questions like that.” She rolled her eyes as you put your hoodie on. “See you later.” She grumped before storming out the door.

You weren’t gonna tolerate this anymore. You were going to find out what she was hiding from you. Why was she keeping you in this torturous loop? What was she protecting you from?

You waited a few seconds before leaving the hotel room that had turned into a biohazard, making sure to close the door silently. Rhea took the elevator as you took the stairs.

You noticed the woman's frame exit the lobby as you reached the bottom floor. You kept your distance as you followed Rhea through the streets of Manhattan, your hand placed against the laceration Rhea had just given you.

After what felt like hours of stalking the woman she turned down a flight of stairs just outside a bodega.

You stood at the top of the stairs, your eyes glued to the black door at the bottom. “You okay? You’ve been staring at our door for like three minutes.” A man with an Irish accent interrupted you from behind. You looked up at him for a moment then returned your gaze to the door.

“What’s in there?”

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storiesofsvu · 9 months

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Solace in Solitude Ch 2

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, medical/injuries talked about (i googled, don't come for me if they're not 100% right), hurt, minor anxiety, two buttheads not getting along.

You were right, Emily was exhausted. And she was annoyed. Both that she was so tired and that you had been right about it. Not that she expected to be full of energy bounding around the room, she’d just wanted to pull one up on you, prove that you were wrong, that she could and would do better. Instead she’d ended up sleeping most of the rest of the day, her brain still foggy, not fully able to pick up whatever French programs were playing on the television. With her attention lacking, she drifted off more than once, only waking up when a nurse was back in the room prodding at her body again. Her body ached, even just getting out of the bed and making it the eight steps to the bathroom winded her, which of course just made her more tired and even more annoyed.

This whole recovery thing sucked.

At least you weren’t so early on your rounds when you checked in on her today, she was awake, half paying attention to the television, a breakfast tray on the small table at the bedside.

“Morning Valerie.” You greeted with a smile, “how’re you feeling today?”

“Bout the same.” She grumbled.

“Have you managed to get up at all? Even within the room?”

“A couple of times.”

“Good.” You flipped open her chart, checking any additions since you’d left the night prior, “let’s keep that up for a few days and then we can start with trips down the hall, make sure your body’s up to it.”

“I didn’t think you meant it when you said I’d be this tired.”

“Yeah, anaesthesia can be a bitch like that.” You commented, checking a few of her vitals before you eyed the still full tray of breakfast, “not to mention your body needs fuel if it’s going to heal.” You moved back to the foot of the bed, scribbling into her chart, “you need to eat.”

“They’re withholding coffee.” She grumbled, sinking back into the bed.

“And you thought that warranted a hunger strike?” You huffed a laugh, “without a spleen you’re going to need to limit your intake of coffee, among other things. Didn’t a nurse drop off those pamphlets?”

“Yeah.” Her gaze drifted over to the bedside table where they sat untouched, she figured her life was already altered enough she could go another day without knowing every other change she would have to accommodate just to survive.

“Then eat.”

“Would you touch that?” She gestured toward the tray, wincing at the pain in her side as she did and you let out a soft sigh. The tray had a container of applesauce, a banana, a couple pieces of bread, “who eats jello for breakfast?”

“I would if I had just had my spleen and part of my stomach removed and it was advised and instructed by my doctor.” You cocked a brow in her direction as you continued to update her chart, she simply scoffed at you.

A nurse wandered in to check on a couple of things and make sure there was a large fresh bottle of water left on the table. You seamlessly swapped over to French while they were in the room, continuing to check in with Emily about how she was feeling, getting more specific on details and you checked over the stitches on her incision before the nurse finally left.

“Your French is really good.” You commented, readjusting her gown back down and loosely tucking the bedding in before peeling off your gloves, “you speak anything else?”

“I dunno.” She grumbled, rolling to face the window, “am I allowed to talk about that?”

“Ah.” Your lips pursed, holding back a sigh, “well, I’ve got some other patients to see. They can page me if you need anything and I’ll check on you before I leave. And you better have eaten something by then.”

Emily didn’t dare move; she didn’t dare breathe until she was certain the door was shut behind you before she suddenly let out the choke of a breath. Tears welled in her eyes and she couldn’t help as they rolled down her cheeks, not bothering to wipe them away, this didn’t just suck, this was absolutely horrible.

She’d barely managed to calm herself down by the next time a nurse came into the room, this time they seemed to be focussed on her breathing and heart rate. Whatever panic soaring through her was being reflected by the machines she’d forgotten she was hooked up to. The nurse talked her down until she felt like she could breathe again and Emily curled up on her side with her back to the door when it was suggested she try to eat something. There was a pit in the deep of her stomach, heavy and lingering, almost creeping through her body with waves of nausea and she was certain that food wouldn’t help with that, no matter what medical professionals said. Reaching out she hit the button to send more pain meds into her IV, the stifled cries and deep breaths sending shooting pains through her side, her hand gingerly clutching where the stitches were, moving to rub softly at the ache in her ribs. She didn’t want to be doing this, didn’t want to be here especially not like this, without someone by her side. The longer she was conscious the more memories she found were coming back to her, she could see the haze of Derek hovering over her as he pleaded for her to hang on. Penelope’s voice strangled with sorrow on the voicemail she’d left. If it hadn’t been for you mentioning a blonde she would’ve thought she was going crazy, that her mind was sending her some kind of guardian angel in the form of JJ while the ambulance sired blared, she could almost feel her hand in hers.

It had already been over three weeks and she couldn’t help but wonder if her team was already beginning to forget her. If she would be nothing but a long lost memory to them by the time she was finally able to get out of here. She caught herself spiraling, wondering if she ever actually would be allowed out of here, if she’d ever get the chance to go home, maybe this was supposed to be home permanently now.

You spent the majority of your day switching between the ER and the OR, there had been a couple of call ins of other doctors so you were actually kept relatively busy. A handful of smaller injuries, stitches to be done, tests to run to rule out worse conditions before sending them back home or off to a different specialty, an easy appendectomy to spice up your day with a little bit of surgery. You got outside for your lunch break, thankful to breathe the fresh air without the smell of hospital for an hour, it always helped you relax a little bit more. You’d been thumbing your way through a novel with the intention of getting a chapter or two in over the break but the words were all starting to blend together. After countless amounts of paperwork in French your brain was starting to not want to comprehend it anymore, practically begging to revert back to English. So you let out a soft sigh and closed the book, hopefully your afternoon would involve more cutting than paperwork.

Reluctantly, you returned back inside the hospital, checking through a few charts before you got called off to another surgery, thankful that you could immerse yourself into that and not have to worry about anything else for the next few hours. There were no issues, the patient pulling through perfectly before being sent off to recovery and you headed back to the nurses station to finish up on a few things. You made sure the chart was updated with details from the last surgery and assigned a nurse to keep watch on them overnight in case anything popped up.

The day was winding down and everyone could feel it, the extra excitement buzzing through the air thanks to it being Friday, chatter of weekend plans, date nights, family outings all around you. You were going through your patients charts to see how everyone had faired through the day and if there was anything you’d need to check up on before taking off, adding in notes here and there, signing off that you’d seen them. Across from you a few of the other doctors were wrapping up their own things, asking if the others were doing something that evening. When the resounding answer was no there was an invite for drinks, one that extended to another nurse as they walked up to the desk. Your eyes flitted up briefly but the group was so wound up in each other they barely even glanced your way and you huffed quietly. While everyone here was professional and approachable enough, they’d help out if you had questions or needed something but there was absolutely no interest when it didn’t happen within the four walls of the hospital. You’d been rather friendless for the past three weeks and you highly doubted that was going to change anytime soon.

Emily’s chart was the last one in your pile, the last thing you had to go through before you achieved freedom. Naturally, that became a bigger obstacle than you’d been hoping for. As you read through the updates from her day and checked through things you let out a frustrated groan, letting the chart fall shut before you tossed it back into the rack. Just as you pocketed your phone you heard someone speaking French but this time, actually directed to you.

“Your VIP girl?”

“Yeah.” You grumbled back in the same language, “turns out the ‘p’ is for pain in my ass.” They chuckled,

“Sucks. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

Gracing them with a friendly smile and a small wave you turned from the counter, wandering down to Emily’s room. As per usual, the door was shut, thinking maybe killing with kindness would help you gently knocked, waiting a moment before slipping into the space. Emily’s eyes flicked up from the book in her lap, practically glaring you down as the door swung shut behind you.

“Great. What’d you want?” She grumbled, looking back down to the book.

“You to realize that dumping your uneaten breakfast in the bathroom garbage doesn’t go unnoticed by the nurses.”

“Maybe if they weren’t so nosy.”

“Valerie you need to eat.” You let out a quiet sigh, folding your arms onto the table at the foot of her bed, “I know you might not be hungry yet but your body needs nutrients to heal properly, even if it’s just a couple of bites at a time.”

“Whatever.”

“You know, we see this a lot in people who have gone through traumas, that’s part of the reason I pushed for someone to come down from psych today.”

“That was you!?” Her gaze shot up to you, cutting you off instantly as she glared you down, her voice hardening as she spoke, “you sent in the shrink? Why would I need a shrink?! You’re being ridiculous.”

“I get that you’re upset, but you really don’t need to be mad at me about following hospital policy. It’s standard procedure for patients like yourself. At the very least, just let me make sure the paperwork reflects that we’re doing the right thing?”

“Paperwork said he was here, he was here. Believe me.”

“Okay.” You held up your hands in submission, “normally we do wait a week or so depending on everything else but considering the whole food thing I thought it might be worthwhile. Clearly I pushed too soon.”

“Yeah. You did.” She glared, “I’m fine.”

“Well… for what it’s worth I do think it’s a pretty good idea for you to talk to someone.” You stated, readjusting your stance against the table.

“Oh? So what, now you’re gonna shrink me?”

“Not my specialty.” You shrugged, “but if you decide to open up to me then so be it. Otherwise I can put the call in to psych and have someone come down again when you’re ready.”

“You want me to open up? Really?”

“That’s the general idea of talking to a shrink, yeah.” You nodded and her eyes narrowed in your direction, you could see the tension building in her body as she spoke.

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that when I’m supposed to pretend that I died a month ago? You want me to talk to someone about what happened that night but half my medical records are redacted, destroyed or simply don’t exist. When I woke up this morning? I couldn’t even remember the name that was on my hospital band, and you want me to be able to twist up some weird fake stories to help my mental state?!” Her voice shook, the raw emotion starting to break her cool façade, and she took a heavy breath, dropping back into the bed, “you say it was a car accident, it was a car accident.” She held up her hands to signal that that was it, “I clearly had a head injury, I don’t remember the details and I’m not about to do a cognitive interview on myself, okay?”

She picked up the book again but you could tell her eyes weren’t focussing on the words and you could see the shimmering of tears in them, knowing just how frustrated she felt. Emily truly didn’t understand how this was supposed to be helping, she just had to keep shoving everything down until this was all over, she was good at that, she could do that, but not if you kept prying into her life and shattering the illusion that it was going to be okay.

“Well,” you let out a sigh, “then I guess if you’re ever ready to talk, you really are stuck talking to me.” She didn’t reply, keeping her gaze on the book as she did her best to ignore you so you pushed off the table, “if you’re not gonna talk at least do me a favour and eat something. If you haven’t by the next time I see you I’m putting in a feeding tube, understood?”

“Sac a merde.” She muttered and you let out a small laugh.

“I’m fluent, remember?”

“Vai a fotterti.”

“Ah, Italian, now we’re getting creative.” This time she did look up, a glare still on her face as you pulled the door open, “eat your dinner.”

With that last warning you were gone from the room and Emily was left to let out an angry growl, tossing the book onto the bedside table. There was still a pit in her stomach but this one was beginning to gnaw away at her and she was starting to think maybe it was hunger related. She picked up the bottle of water to take a couple of sips, her eyes landing on the brochures one of the nurses had brought by earlier. Maybe if she read through them she’d understand what was going on with her body a little better, maybe it would make this easier.

Unlocking the door to your apartment you let out a sigh of relief, kicking off your shoes as you entered the code for the security system. You’d picked up dinner on the way home, you couldn’t be bothered to cook, not now, not with the limited amount of mental energy you had left. You needed a drink. A stiff one.

Keys were dropped on the counter along with your bag and dinner before you disappeared into your bedroom to change out of work clothes. Once you were cozy in a pair of shorts and a tank you padded through the apartment, tidying up a couple of things you’d left out during the busy work mornings. You pulled down a wine glass, filling it higher than usual with merlot, scooping up your phone and food to take out onto the balcony. This was one of your saving graces, the nightly ritual that had been to unwind out in the cooling air, taking in the views of the city as the sun sunk in the sky. It calmed you down after long days at the hospital and you certainly needed it tonight. This entire project had been one you’d been apprehensive of from the start but you’d at least had time to let things sink in, to get used to the new routine in a new place. It had been considerably easier when Emily was still unconscious and you let out a groan at the thought of having to deal with her again in the morning.

A chorus of laughter burst from down in the street below and you felt a wave of melancholy shoot through you, thinking about the others from work out on the town tonight. You understood being on the outside and you understood why you were, but it would be a lie to say that some nights it didn’t get a little lonely. You’d thought that maybe you and Emily would’ve bonded over that, being trapped in a life that you didn’t necessarily want. That you’d be friends, have each other’s backs until this whole thing was over. You took a hefty swig of wine, shaking your head at yourself, at how naïve and ridiculous you’d been. She wasn’t going to be your friend, that was for sure, it was almost like she blamed you for waking up in Paris, like you had personally made the call and lugged her halfway around the world yourself. Your gaze drifted out onto the horizon, watching the last few rays of sunlight dancing through the sky as you let out a small sigh. You’d let her keep playing the victim card a little longer, after all, she did have the reason to be miserable. You knew she’d tire out of it eventually and come around, it would just be a test of willpower to see how long it would take her to cave.

At least you weren’t trapped in a hospital bed. You had some sense of freedom around the city, a freedom she was likely jealous of and that certainly wasn’t helping things. Hopefully things would change once she was discharged.

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moon-child-goddess · 1 month

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Characters: Miguel O'hara X Reader

I wrote this for a friend who asked for it. I told her i would have it out for her birthday. Honestly don't know how i feel about this. Also not proofread completely.

Summary: Miguel and the reader are working on a project and after something happens the reader ignores him.

Warnings: Language, some yelling I guess, mentions of sexual harassment, I am sure there is more, but I am tired lmao.

Miguel and I sat on opposite sides of the dimly lit lab. Each of us glued to our portion of the project we had been working on for the last three months. Our nights had been exactly like this working together in silence with the occasional conversation. Where I would try to get Miguel to laugh. But it was him, and making him even exhale in a way that could be considered a laugh was nearly impossible. We were working on building a nanobot that would help the other spiders out in the field.

A grunt came from Miguel who was hunched over a table placing pieces together. I chewed on the end of my pen watching him work. He was distractingly, incomprehensibly attractive. He paid no mind to my staring even though I knew he could sense it.

I watched him fix his hair before reaching for his soldering pen. He quickly glanced up in my direction. There was a faint uptick at the corner of his lips that any normal person would miss. It was the closest I would ever get to a smile from him.

A blush rose up my neck as I violently turned back toward my computer. The force of my turn was a little too fast and I almost toppled the chair over. Miguel let out a ‘laugh’ under his breath. I pulled at my neck trying to get rid of the blush. Lord help me if he ever actually laughed my heart may stop.

Miguel working on soldering meant that he was almost ready for me to add a code, and I was nowhere near ready right now. Maybe just maybe If I had spent less time ogling him, I would have found a solution to the exploding problem we had last time. The cursor blinked at me in a taunting manner. I should be able to do this; I could code in my sleep.

After the last bot had exploded Miguel tried to kick me off the project. Which means I need to prove myself even more right now. I don’t want to disappoint him again. It took me over a week to convince him to let me help finish this project.

But now I didn’t know where to fix it. I was tempted to start over from scratch, but this code was a long one and it would take longer to start from scratch than I had. The trash bin next to my desk was filled with scribbled out notes and energy drinks.

“It is ready.” Miguel spoke lowly now standing directly behind me. I flinched, even with my heightened senses he moved faster than I could detect.

His hand rested on the back of my chair, fingertips barely grazing the back of my neck. My heart skipped a beat at the contact. I need to get in control of myself. This is my boss. Well kind of boss.

“I need some more time. Let me come back to it tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin another bot.” I ran my hand over my face. I wanted to finish but I knew he wouldn’t leave me here to work.

Miguel nodded, fully understanding where I was coming from. He stayed close behind me watching as I closed the computer down. His gaze was making me nervous my heart rate sped up. When I went to stand up, I stumbled a bit my legs were like Jello the nerves making it worse. Miguels hand shot out helping steady me. The small smile was back on his lips. I ducked my head down avoiding his gaze.

“We will meet here tomorrow at the same time?” There was a question in his words. As if he doubted, I would show up. I nodded.

“Good night, Miguel.” I whispered, fixing strands of his hair that were sticking out of place. His eyes closed at my touch.

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I was in the cafeteria with an unfinished sandwich sitting in front of me. I had a tablet with my code pulled up. I wanted to… no needed to have the code ready for tonight. However, looking at my mistakes I was beginning to think I was not cut out for this.

I let out a groan before hitting my forehead on the edge of table. It was going to leave a mark.

There had to be an answer.

My brain was exhausted from staying up all night going through all my notes. No amount of energy drinks was fixing that problem.

There was so much background noise echoing in the room. Other co workers were in here chatting with their friends. It kept pulling my attention away from my task. I just didn’t want to sit in the lab any longer. It was making me restless.

“I am aching from sparing, so I am going to hit the ice baths. I need to cool down.” Someone down a table from me announced to their group. I watched as he walked out the room.

That’s it!

Holy crap that is the answer. Before I could think of anything else I ran to find Miguel.

“Miguel!” I called out over the moon to share this with him. “I think I figured it out!”

I entered his office abruptly, not bothering to knock. There was no indication to whether or not he was in here. I found Miles standing in a corner, eyes wide clearly shaken about something, but I may have just caught him breaking into the office.

Miguel made an appearance from the shadows stepping off his platform. Ever the dramatic one. He was pissed, his eyes a dark black and jaw clenched. His thumb and pointer fingers were massaging the bridge of his nose as he worked through a breathing exercise.

In a blink it changed, and he was looking at me. That stupid small smile took over, and his shoulders lost tension.

“Figured what out mi vida?”

“The code! Of course.” I grabbed his hand yanking him down the hall to the lab. Miles better thank me for saving his ass. Before I dropped his hand, he squeezed my palm.

I wasted no time in getting my computer started. The glow of the monitors was the only light in here, as Miguel went to turn on the overhead lights. He pulled up a chair and sat next to me leaning in.

“I am adding in a few more lines that should start a cool down process; if it starts to get too warm.” I looked over my shoulder as he nodded at me. He watched my hands fly over the keyboard and I explained everything I was doing.

We plugged the code in to the nanobot and ran some tests. It didn’t overheat, it performed its functions flawlessly. After months of work we had a finished prototype.

It works! I jumped up standing on the stool and did a happy dance. Was it cringe? Yes, but I was too tired to care. Miguels large hands were on my waist keeping me from pummeling over on to the floor. They were warm and made my skin burn. My mind short circuited at the touch. It was all to much.

“It works.” I whispered. My face moved closer, our eyes meeting. Staring one another down.

“It does.” His minty breath fanning over my face, his hands moving up my waist a bit.

I giggled lowly and without thinking I kissed him. He froze like a statue, his hands dropping from me. He stopped breathing and didn’t blink. It sobered me up right away.

“I am so sorry. I will just go now.” I leapt down to the ground. Backing away, slowly assessing the damage I had done. He slowly came to his normal self just slightly confused.

“Y/N-” His voice was soft almost begging me to listen, but I didn’t. I took off to my room.

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It had been three weeks since that incident, and I got good at avoiding Miguel. After working with him so closely I knew his routine, so I did the opposite. And went on more missions with the other spiders. My reports were given directly to spider women. One mission had taken four days, which was a relief. Miguel was nowhere near so I could relax. He had called during the mission once, but I ignored it.

Eventually I was going to have to face him and pay pence for sexually harassing him in a workplace. For now, I was going to pretend I wasn’t embarrassed. I had better self-control than that. How could I be so stupid?

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I was handing over some gadgets to Spider-women. I was thinking about swallowing my pride and talking to him before I made his anger any worse.

“You will have to talk to him soon. I can’t deal with his mood anymore.” She took the tools from my hands, giving me a stern look. She had to be reading my mind. I winced. Miguel valued space and I crossed the line.

He had to hate me for sure, maybe he was going to banish me back home.

“I know.” I mumbled leaving before she could say anymore to me.

Miguel was leaning up against the stark white wall opposite the door glaring down at me. I backed up to run away. Call me a chicken, I was not in the mood to deal with this yet. I was thinking about tomorrow once I had a chance to rehearse. I don’t think I could handle rejection from the one person I have liked in a very long time. Before I could get anywhere though he was grasping my forearm, dragging me behind him. A cold sweat ran through me.

He opened the door to the lab. He dropped his hand placing it on my lower back guiding me into the room. As the door slammed shut, I turned to face him. There was a spot on the wall behind him that was fascinating, and I gave my full attention to it.

“Y/N can we talk? Please?” He was pleading for me to give him time. I wanted to I really did. I just- couldn’t do this now.

I tried to slip past him back through the door, but he was too quick, blocking my way out. He was going to be stubborn about this he made that very clear.

I did the next best thing and back up till there was a table between us. Just in case he started to yell. He raised a brow not missing one move I made.

“You have been avoiding me.” He stated. Coming over standing at the table in front of me.

“No, I have been busy-” Miguel raised his hand shaking his head. He had a frown that seemed to deepen with my lies.

“Don’t lie Amor. I walked down the hall, and you were running the other way. Sick for all our meetings. That says avoiding.”

“It’s not like that.” I had no legit argument, and I knew it…he knew it. I was avoiding him.

“I have been thinking of you… and that damn kiss all month.” He rubbed his jaw emotions ticking through his face.

“I got something I wanted. For you to run and hide like a coward. Which by the way you are far from being one normally.” He growled out with his teeth bared. It was kind of terrifying, almost threating. I could see why Miles was scared of him.

“I did not mean- I am sorr-”

“Do not apologize.”

I bit down chewing on my bottom lip. I didn’t know what to say or do. I was at a loss.

He stepped towards me and I took a step back. I needed to keep my distance, so I could make an escape after he broke me.

“Do you not like me?” The words hit me like a tornado. There was hint of pain behind the idea.

“No! no.” He took two long strides towards me and this time I didn’t move. I stood my ground.

“Then you should not have avoided me. That kiss is far from over.”

Before I could react, his lip were on mine. There was a millisecond where he waited for me to respond, and as he was pulling away, I met his lips. Once I did, it was passionate and messy. He fought for dominance. His warm hands were on my hips moving to settle on my thighs. There was a gentle tap telling me to jump and I did. He moved us so I was sitting at the table behind me.

Miguel tilted my head up, so he had better access. I let out a soft sigh tangling my fingers in his soft hair. I don’t think anyone else could kiss me like this. I didn’t want anyone else to really. It was more than the fireworks they say in the movies. This was a roaring fire engulfing my senses.

He pulled away slightly and bit my bottom lip ever so softly, and I shuddered. I could feel a ghost of his smile against my lips. I couldn’t catch my breath before Miguel went back in. Slower this time. Miguel used one hand to pull me closer settling between my legs. I let ous a gasp at the sudden movement and tugged at his hair. Which earned me a small groan. It was my turn to smile.

When he pulled away, I was panting, needing air. Miguel began to trail kisses down my neck to my shoulder nipping at my skin. Before setting his forehead on mine.

“I didn’t want you to run mi vida it just surprised me. Please don’t run again.”

“Sorry, I honestly thought you wanted nothing to do with me.” “Never.” He murmured and placed a kiss to the tip of my nose

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #Miguel o'hara imagine #atsv miguel

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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Love your writing! I have a request for Florence and reader where the reader gets their tonsils out, and Flo uses the opportunity to cook for them. Homemade soup, jello, ice cream. Also, maybe some cuteness where Florence is constantly reminding the reader not to speak and gives them a whiteboard to use to communicate, and the reader keeps drawing cute little pictures for Florence on it. 😊

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗻𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗼

paring: florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, established relationship, flo being a really good nurse to r, short blurb, sfw

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, language

word count: 0.7k

note: Thank you, anon. TBH, I had to do some research on tonsillectomy so that was fun. I really hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

[this pic has nothing to do with the fic but she just looks so good and cute and girlfriend material. I love her so much]

Recovering from a tonsillectomy was a really shitty process, but at least Florence was right beside you.

The sore throat was killing you; the fact that you couldn't speak without feeling your throat setting on fire was getting annoying; and that feeling of fullness in it due to swelling was driving you mad. But nurse Florence was taking care of everything for you.

She wouldn’t even let you get out of bed, something that you were actually capable of, but she insisted that you’ll stay there and ring the bell she handled you before, so you wouldn’t have to scream to call out for her.

You actually didn’t mind playing this little game of hers. You like having her full attention, and that didn't happen quite often because of her work, so you were going to make the most out of this situation.

“Okay. Here you go, little one,” she said, entering your shared bedroom, where you had been ever since you came back from the surgery.

She was holding a bowl which you assumed contained your lunch. The doctors were really specific about what you could have and what not, so now your diet pretty much consisted of baby food. But it was a good kind of baby food, since Florence was the one who cooked everything for you. She would cook you homemade soup, jello, your favourite smoothies and, of course, applesauce. She even decided to make some homemade ice cream since you loved ice cream so much and to reduce the swelling.

“Tha–”

“What did we say about taking?” she cut you off.

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and reached for a whiteboard, which she gave to you along with the bell so you could write what you wanted to say. You grabbed the marker and scribbled a few words, Florence waiting patiently.

“Oh, you’re very welcome, darling. I love you even more,” she said once she read your message covered in little hearts. She chuckled when she noticed a tiny little drawing in the corner which she assumed was the two of you.

After having lunch, you and Florence decided to play ‘Uno’, which soon turned out to be a terrible idea since you were really competitive and you would often shout things and Florence didn’t like that you were using your voice, since doctors told you to try not to.

“Y/n, use the goddamn whiteboard,” she said, gently smacking your arm.

“Sorry, but I think I’m getting better,” you quickly mumbled. Still you grabbed it and started doodling something.

Florence tried to pick over it to see what you were doing, but soon enough you finished it. You showed it to her and she saw the whiteboard covered with cute little drawings of her. There was also one that, by the way she was dressed, she assumed it was Yelena Belova, the character she played in the MCU. You noticed the drawing made her blush, but you didn’t say anything about it.

“You’re so cute. But are you really getting better?” she said, getting closer to you.

“Yeah, I think beating your ass here is a really good remedy,” you tried to hold your laugh, she smacked your arm once again, playfully rolling her eyes at you.

But it was the truth, ever since you two started playing you didn’t feel that fullness in your throat, and even though it was still a bit sore, it wasn’t that bad that you couldn't talk.

“Then come here, you idiot,” she pulled you from your shirt and connected her lips to yours.

It felt like you hadn’t felt her lips on yours in years, when in reality it was only a few hours. Her soft lips fit into yours perfectly, still it wasn’t a proper kiss since Florence didn’t want to harm you in any way, so before it became all too much for the two of you she pulled away from you, much to her dismay.

“Okay, enough kissing. Would you like some ice cream, my love?”

“I would love to,” you pecked her lips once more before she ran to the kitchen to get said ice cream.

Nurse Flo was the absolute best. Before she returned, you started some new drawings. Since the first ones made her blush, you figured you should do some more just to see her pink cheeks again.

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-M

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sinkko · 4 months

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three boxes and a ketchup bottle

The front door to Adam’s apartment still creaked, needing to be lifted to open properly, just as it had before the bathroom. The floor in one corner of the hallway still had the smell to it, a smell Adam hadn’t been able to get rid of for the four years he’d spent living there. One of the lights emanating from the living room down the hallway was still turned on, he must’ve forgotten to turn it off. In his defence, he didn’t know he’d be leaving.

After he took off his sneakers, though at a slower pace than he would’ve just three and a half weeks prior, all because of the crick in his shoulder, his socked feet carried him to the dingy kitchen. He opened the fridge on instinct, forgetting the fact most of the items in it must’ve gone bad in his absence. Not that there were many items to count. A half-empty bottle of ketchup, one tub of salted butter, two onions and a rotten carton of milk.

When he closed the fridge door, he noticed the bright yellow piece of paper he’d stuck on just before leaving. The words ‘Call mom?’ were etched onto the surface in blue marker, the only one he’d had at hand in the darkroom where he’d written it. He remembered the voicemail that made him note the idea down, his mother’s begging for him to answer tugging at a sore spot in his throat.

He hadn’t called her, even from the hospital. Even knowing that she’d said his father wasn’t angry anymore, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He imagined, only for a moment, the image of the pair sitting in their living room, watching the news with his father snoring on the armchair in the corner, just as the screen switched to a video of him being carried out of the warehouse, wrapped in a shock blanket, barely able to open his eyes. It was funny how he still remembered the sensation of it, the chill of the outside air against his flushed skin.

She must’ve cried, she’s always been a crier. Before his thoughts could move on to his father, he shook his head, ripping the paper off of the fridge and throwing it at the trashcan nearby. He didn’t bother picking it back up when he noticed he missed.

The couch creaked under him as he sat down.

He felt the pen that he’d unintentionally stolen from the hospital still in his pocket, digging into his hip. Along with it, he pulled out a piece of newspaper, torn from one of the corners. He remembered Lawrence’s expression as he scribbled his number and address onto it, passing it over from his bed with a gentle smile.

Adam had smiled too, albeit uncertainly.

The pair had spent three and a half weeks in the hospital, all in the same room, on Lawrence’s orders. He knew it was all because of convenience, easier to keep press away from one room than from two, though he flushed at the idea of the other yearning to be close to him just as much as he did for the other.

A sick kind of pleasure ran down his spine at the memory of Lawrence arguing with the nurses, all for the insignificant inconvenience of Adam not getting the flavour of jello he usually preferred. The other had insisted on it, even though he didn’t need to. It was not as if Adam didn’t like other flavours, he just preferred one. The whole scene was ridiculous, not only during retrospection, but instead as it happened as well.

Adam had spent every day with the other man, listening to him ramble on about things he didn’t truly care about, watching shitty sitcoms on the small screen in the corner of the room alongside him, sitting on a chair next to his bed as he did it.

As soon as their injuries healed just enough, the two found they couldn’t stand sleeping apart, either. It was only four nights into their stay that Adam woke up loud enough to shake the other awake too. The doctor rose from his bed next to Adam’s own, reaching out a hand to grip his shoulder, the one not held together by stitches.

As Adam caught his breath, the other man rubbed circles into the flesh of his tee with his thumb, offering placating words.

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sexy-history-teacher · 6 months

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The Morning After

The first thing Luca noticed when he woke up was that his head was pounding and his legs felt like jello. The second thing the Fae noticed was that he was naked and he wasn't alone. He glanced to his right to see a head of white hair attached to the twin of the love of his life. "Fuck." He mouthed to himself, images from the night before slamming into his brain as he remembered having sex with his dead fiancé's brother. Rubbing his neck he winced and snuck out of bed. He quickly got dressed and noticed the mating mark on his shoulder and initials on his chest, making him swear under his breath. Not knowing what to do and needing time to wrap his mind around this new information, he quickly scribbled his number on a piece of paper adding "I need time." And leaving it on his pillow before quietly leaving Malik's home. He grabs a cab and feels the beginnings of a panic attack washing over him as image after image of the night before assaulted his brain. He stumbles into Josh and Owen's home only to find his platonic soulmate and his husband already awake and waiting on the couch. "Um... hi."

#newlastarter

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sea-jello · 7 months

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Day 12/October 12: Far Away || School || "I'm lost."

… he has to have security guards accompany him to school ... lloyd is real fucking embarrassed about it cause morro loves to come up and bother him, and it attracts even more unwanted whisperings about garmadons cousin who went to JAIL. morro bothers him even more because of it

more of my movie morro but this one is the version i like the best

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lostmyremembrall · 2 years

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ℒℯ𝓂ℴ𝓃 ℬ𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 ℛ𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁ℯ

Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader Genre: Romance, fluff, humour Summary: During your meeting to plan for the annual Halloween party, Riddle makes a request demand that he simply cannot let go. The fact that he is too proud to admit he has a sweet tooth complicates things.

Warning: None Photos aren't mine.

Part of a Series! -> 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨'𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Inspired by this incredible headcanon by our goddess @sunder-soul

You took a bite out of a Witch’s finger biscuit, feeling the carbohydrate replenish the energy that was drained from your trip to the library, and mumbled “Una in varietas,” ignoring the disgusted scowl that appeared on Sir Edmund.

“Good to see you too, Edmund,” you groaned through your full mouth. The portrait door creaked closed behind you, his complaints about the lack of your ladylike manners disappearing along with it. You sighed, shaking your head to move onto the next meeting at hand.

Just as you expected, Riddle was sitting by the fireplace, now sporting the grey Hogwarts sweater thanks to the temperature that was lowering by day. As always, he was furiously scribbling something into the parchment, his torso lowered over the desk in concentration.

You placed your shoulder bag on the floor and your plate of assorted snacks you received from the elves on the desk. You plopped down on the seat, taking out your quill and the folder as you held the rest of the biscuit in between your teeth. You paused, however, when you noticed that Riddle had raised his gaze from his parchment and trained them on you. You raised your brows questioningly.

Riddle sighed and shook his head, returning his focus onto his note at hand. “So this is what Sir Edmund was fuming about.” He was quiet, but you noticed an amused glint in his eyes.

You took out the biscuit to retort, “That old-fashioned coot needs to learn how to enjoy life again,” you scoffed, “but then again, I suppose I’m asking too much of an inanimate portrait.”

Riddle raised an eyebrow, “Would I be asking too much of my Head Girl to focus on our meeting?” but that playful smirk was still tugging at the corner of his lips.

You shook your head. “Pleasant as always, Riddle,” and with a smirk, you placed your biscuit back on the plate. “So I got Dippet’s go-sign to use the Great Hall for the Halloween party,” you took out the signed parchment from your folder.

“I also went over the recipes with the elves in the kitchen. I’m thinking pumpkin pasties, of course, the classic. And I like what the elves suggested, which is called Eyeball jellos, made of lime mousse with chocolate rings for its irises. And we definitely need something savoury, so we’re thinking of Witch's finger, and it’s a biscuit baked to look like a withered finger. We can dip that in tomato sauce made to look like blood, but we’ll definitely need butterbeer from Hogsmeade. The crowd demands it, and so they shall… Riddle?”

You tilted your head as you noticed that Riddle was not paying attention. Hell, you weren't sure if he was even listening to what you had just been talking about for the past 5 minutes. Instead, his eyes were glued to the plate of assorted baked goods that elves sent for them to try.

You peered into his hungry eyes. Quietly, you pushed the plate towards Riddle, curious to see his reaction. Riddle did not hesitate to reach for the pumpkin pasty.

“Anyway…” you hoped your voice did not come across judgmental as you observed him munch down on the dessert. He was a quiet, cordial eater, but he took humongous bites. You blinked a few times as you watched a whole pasty disappear into his wide-open mouth in a single bite. “The elves kindly offered us these to try.”

Riddle nodded with his cheeks full, holding his fist to his lips as he tried to swallow in one gulp.

“Oh, and we’re adding firewhisky to our expenses,” you added, “Good ones.”

Riddle narrowed his eyes in confusion, still chewing. Perceiving that Riddle was unable to formulate a question at the moment, you answered for him. “Yes. It’s necessary, Riddle. It’ll be a thank you gift for the house-elves after the party.”

You grinned victoriously, as Riddle, after a moment of pondering, quickly ran his quill across the surface of his notes: a single word ‘firewhisky’ read in his neat cursive.

“Here’s what I’ve prepared.” Riddle, finally having swallowed the dessert, moved on. “So, these are the list of enchantments. They’re all simple enough for you to cast, so the prefects should have no problem.” Riddle ignored an obvious scowl that appeared on your face. “The problem is music. Those will be harder to enchant. We might as well use the budget to hire a band, seeing that we still have room for it.”

“Hm. I have a feeling people are gonna have strong opinions over music choice,” you tapped the tip of your nose with the quill. “Imagine the howlers we’ll get if we enchanted instruments to play classical music.”

“We’ll ask the prefects for band suggestions,” Riddle nodded, scribbling down the decision on the parchment. “They will love that.”

“Jesus, Riddle,” you gasped in exasperation, interrupting Riddle, when you noticed that the plate was nearly empty. But Riddle was already reaching for his fifth dessert without even taking his eyes off of the parchment. You were certain he never ate like this in the public, including at the Slug Club. “Did you not eat?” you asked.

It was Riddle this time who paused in the spotlight and raised his eyebrows. He still wrapped his whole mouth around the biscuit innocently, as if trying to hide the biscuit. “No, I ate,” he mumbled with a shrug and reached for another Witch’s finger. You noted that the Eyeball jello remained untouched; starting with pumpkin pasties, Riddle clearly favoured food he already knew.

“Well, do you like them?” you eyed the plate that was now mostly empty, save for the glistening eyeballs sadly staring up at you, rejected and dejected.

“They’re fine,” Riddle nodded.

“Except for the eyeballs, apparently,” you chuckled. “I’ll let them know that you loved their creations. I’m sure they’ll be delighted.” You thought of being the reluctant bearer of sad news to the house elves that the Head Boy did not even go near the jello eyeballs.

"Lemon bars," quiet mumble brought you out of your thoughts.

"Hm?" When you raised your eyes you were met with a hesitant look. Riddle suddenly seemed obsessed with his quill, save for the occasional, quick glances he shot at you to read your reactions.

He leaned forward towards you; instinctively, you leaned back in your seat. He reached across the table with his long arm and tapped the parchment roll sprawled in front of you, "We should add lemon bars," he insisted, emphasising the we.

"No... not we." Your sentence slowed, subconsciously switching to the voice of a patient mother breaking the unfortunate news that this was not a summer party. "I don't think lemon has got to anything to do with..."

"Haven't you heard that historically, lemon's symbolism revolved around pranks and monstrosity?" Riddle interjected. He was simply determined to get those lemon bars on the list.

"No..." you shook your head. "No, I don't think so, Riddle..."

"And," Riddle persisted at the first sign of skepticism. "They're suggesting that the lemons will be this year's most popular costume?"

You'd think that the most supposedly charismatic man in school would be better at lying.

You tried so hard not to laugh at the image of the students wobbling around in a lemon suit, bumping into each other, apologising to each other as they try to dance. "So what you're saying is that... people will come dressed as lemons," you snorted at the idea of their awkward smiles peeking from a round cutout. "So we should also eat lemons?"

Riddle parted his lips, but stopped himself at the last second. You were partially glad he did not try to get out of his lies by spinning more ludicrous lies. It was hard to watch.

"Yes," was all he said. His unwavering stare pressuring you, nay, pleading you. At this point, you were starting to pity this man who was stringing lies after lies just so that he didn't have to admit to liking lemon bars.

"That makes sense," you couldn't say no to those desperate eyes. In the corner of the page, you scribbled 'lemon bars for Riddle'.

"You should circle it so you don't forget," Riddle's nervous voice sounded again.

You were ready to roll your eyes at this man's obsession with lemon bars. You sighed, and tore your eyes away from the parchment.

Riddle was biting his nails, his eyes burning holes into the paper. "Circle it," he instructed again. "People like lemon bars," he added.

If only you knew how difficult it would be working with a manchild for a Head Boy, you would have declined this job. But alas, here you were, 8 more months to go. With a brisk movement, you added a circle around the dessert. Riddle gestured you to keep going.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. You added another circle. And so on, their back and forth continued between the micromanager and his poor colleague until the lines around the word took enough space for four lines. Apparently, lemon bars were going to be the main event of this year's Halloween party.

“I didn’t know you had such a sweet tooth,” you mumbled. “In fact, I bet nobody in Hogwarts expected that.”

You enjoyed seeing Riddle’s cheeks turn a slight shade of red. He was fumbling for an excuse, “If you don’t recall, (y/l/n),” his voice ridden with vexation as he pronounced your last name, “sugar was never a privilege allowed to us growing up.” Of course, the strict rations and expensive sugar. You recalled several events at the orphanage of candies being stolen from the kitchen or other kids’ rooms. You peered into the eyes of Riddle, who decided to put on a nonchalant mask, refusing to meet your eyes.

This was Riddle’s first time mentioning the orphanage to you, perhaps to anyone. But, you understood this was only possible due to the seclusion of the Head Dormitory. You shrugged it off. “I’m not saying you should be ashamed of it.”

A moment of silence fell between them before you giggled to herself. “Actually, I have to admit, it’s surreal how spoiled some people here are. I still tease Abraxas about how he cried on his first night here.” you were laughing now, “He missed his cookies and milk delivered to him every night by his servants.”

Riddle’s eyes widened, and his lips actually cracked a smile to reveal his teeth. “Abraxas? Abraxas Malfoy?” his amused voice asked, any hint of embarrassment now gone as the target of the jive moved on from him to their common friend.

“The one and only,” you nodded. You were now aware of the stress that seemed to dissipate from your body that accumulated over the rather busy afternoon. Perhaps it was the laughter. Perhaps it was the sugar. Perhaps it was talking about Abraxas. Or…

Your smiling eyes landed on Riddle’s, also crinkled from a restrained grin.

You shook your head as the smile slowly subsided from both of their lips, trying to shake the last thought out of your brain.

“That’s trash for your body, by the way,” you jabbed a finger at the plate, retreating back into the comfort of jives and banter.

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The next day when you opened your meeting notes again, you found that "for Riddle" had been crossed off by a certain mysterious, stubborn somebody.

A/N: Another snippet from my long fanfic series, altered to tmr x reader. Also added a bit of Tom insisting to add lemon bars to the list, making him more of a manchild than he is in my original.

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x you #tom riddle #tom riddle au #tom riddle fluff #tom riddle oneshot #harry potter #tom riddle fic #harry potter fanfiction #tmr #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle x fem!reader

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tl,dr Jeri gets stuffed with slimes! Got the idea while chatting with stuffums and a few other folks and here we are.

there might be one with zeke later on if i get the time..cause yes.

It had been a rather slow and uneventful day at work for Jeri and Atty, the twins did appreciate the slower days since it let them catch up with the mounting paperwork their jobs tended to rack up.

Jericho sighed and pushed himself away from his desk for a moment to get up and stretch, sitting for so long had begun to make him drowsy..not to mention hungry.

"Should be bout time for lunch ta start if my clocks still on time..Maybe I can pop down before tha lunch rush hits and snag me n poor Atty a bite or two."

Leaving his coat on the hanger it hung from he moved to head out when someone at the door knocked abruptly, startling him just a tad.

"Ey, I thought mail delivery already swung by, who is it?"

"Special delivery for a uhhhh...Geriko??"

Jericho pulled the door open to see a rather scruffy person holding a large package out for him to grab..And it appears it was addressed to him? He was curious since not many packages got sent to his work address, must be important then.

"Yo, Gerkin you gonna accept the package? It's kinda heavy as hell and we're on a time limit."

"Hey now don't get snippy with me, but fine fine. Do I gotta sign anything?"

"H'yup! Just gotta sign this form saying you got the delivery big guy and we good!"

The surprisingly heavy package was shoved into his arms alongside a very beat up clipboard on top. Grunting a bit in surprise he shifted to put the package on his desk and fish out a pen to scribble his signature on before handing it back to the..delivery person. A mess of brown locks fell into a very very cocky looking grin, they didn't look any bit like a postal worker.

"...What mailin service are y'all workin with?"

"Rickies Super Fast Drop Offs. Or RSFDO!"

"...Never heard of em.."

"Brand spankin new actually, I'll take that cause I got other places to be!"

Without another word the lanky man snatched the clipboard out of his hands and took off down the hallway, yelling thanks for his service.

"...Gotta have a word with tha front desk bout doin better screenins on weird folks.

Shaking his head some he moved back into his office to see what got sent to him..He didn't really recall ordering anything specific and there didn't seem to be a general return address that he could see. Grabbing a knife he made short work of opening the box and peering inside.

Inside were four solid looking containers..they looked like tupperware but more resilient and dark, a faint smell of something that made his stomach groan loudly wafted up.

"Huh..maybe someone send me a lil care package? Now ain't that jus a cute idea..Wonder who could be behind it? Well let's take a gander at what they packed me for lunch then."

One by one the containers were pulled free from the box and sat on his desk before the cardboard box was set back down near the door for tossing out later. Moving to take his seat once more, curiosity was growing stronger as the first containers contents he chose gently shifted and swayed inside.

Cracking open the lid, Jericho was met with a overpoweringly savory smell, the source was a dark almost coffee colored substance. The scent was making his mouth water, must be some sort of soup? He leaned in to get a better smell as a clawed finger gently reached out to dip in to see if he could get a taste.

He let out a quiet hum of surprise when the surface jiggled under his touch before yielding and letting him scoop a tiny sample out to pop into his mouth. Strangely it didn't melt like he expected but slid around over his tongue and slamming down a almost decadently rich meaty stew flavor before he gulped it down.

"Huh..well now ain't that somethin...Some sorta jello? Nah..never had jello be savory before. Wonder what tha others are then.."

Jericho shifted to grab and pop the lids off of the remaining three containers to sample their contents. Each held a different flavor that made him hum in delight. The second had a strong taste of pumpkin pie, the third like almost freshly baked bread, and the last was a silky tasting chocolate.

"Whoever sent all this has a strange method of cookin..not that I mind somethin this delicious..Wonder if Atty would want some. mh?"

As he moved to get back up and call his twin brother Atticus over, the first container rattled, making Jericho pause and stare.

"...Did, nah..must be seein things.."

Letting out a sigh he missed the savory contents slowly rising up and launching itself at him, earning a surprised muffled yelp from the man.

"mMphg?? GHk"

Somehow his hands only slid through the attacking substance uselessly as it wriggled and worked itself past his lips and further beyond. Struggling to free himself and failing greatly, the animated foodstuffs took its time filling his mouth before easing itself down his throat and sliding home into his empty stomach. The taste while delicious left him alarmed at what just happened, hands flying up to his now slightly filled midsection as a odd shifting sensation made itself known.

It felt as if he ate something living and it was busying itself with getting comfortable inside him.

"Wh-what in tha fuc-..wait. Oh no."

No sooner had the first container emptied itself into his gut did Jeri notice the other three were starting to shake and wriggle as their contents stretched themselves out towards him almost eagerly.

"Hold on, I don't think I can eat all this, lemme jus-uRK"

The bread flavored one didn't seem to want to wait or listen as much like the first strange food stuffs, it launched itself at his face and his open mouth. Wasting no time at all it filled Jerichos mouth with the overwhelmingly delectable tastes of bakery fresh breads smothered in warm sweet butter before sliding down his throat to join the first in his grumbling stomach.

Jericho was overwhelmingly filled by now with the oddly shifting contents making his stomach feel strangely warm. Surprisingly other than the overpoweringly full feeling he was experiencing there wasn't any pain.

The poor man sagged in his chair, catching his breath for a moment as his poor stomach whined and protested loudly as he heaved to try and relieve any sort of pressure he could. Hands flew up to undo his vest before the buttons could rip themselves free from their strained bindings on his midsection. And after a quick thought he undid the button to his pants as well to let his swollen gut sag and slosh freely at last.

"Hoooughh...Good lord..please I don't think I can get another bite down. If ya slimy lil things can even understand me jus wait a minute..hey-hey! I said-mhnp!!"

The last two had waited paitently for their host to catch its breath before combining and sliding forwards over that heavy gut and towards his mouth much like the others moments ago. Jericho tried to fight al he could but there didn't seem to be much he could do to stop the pair from prying his jaws wide open and filling his mouth with a almost sickeningly sweet but overpoweringly delectable taste of pumpkin and chocolate.

Jericho whined softly as little by little the last two eased themselves down his throat, filling him up at last as the final few morsels vanished into his swollen gut minutes later.

He felt severely full, hands coming up to gently rub and press at his alarmingly big stomach. Feeling gentle shifts from within as the contents situated themselves and left Jericho feeling drowsy and warm.

"..uugh..Surprised I -hic- could even keep that all down..Gonna have ta do somethin bout this..Maybe later.."

Filled to the brim like he was, it was next to impossible to resist the food induced coma overtaking him after that strange experience. He could figure out what just happened later after he slept some of this meal off. Leaning back carefully in his chair he got comfortable as best he could before letting sleep take him.

#fullness combat #stuffing #fat belly #mawdness combat #mawedness combat #the twins jeri n atty #slime inflation

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jackalspine · 1 year

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My son scribble after a hearty cup of jello meal

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allwaswell16 · 1 year

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Hello Anitra, some weeks ago I sent you an ask for a fic rec about HL (1 of them) working at the hospital and the other had an accident and had to go there and you wrkte in tags that you were trying to see if you could do a small fic rec bc there weren’t too much or if not, you’ll add it to your list, but it’s not there and I can’t find the small fic rec because tumblr search works when it wants 🥲🥲🥲 hope I’m not bothering you!

Hiiii! Sorry it's taken a bit to get back to this! Here are some fics that fit what you're looking for! (There were more than I thought!) Happy reading!

-Injured Character/Hospital Staff Fics-

If It Means A Lot To You by themasqueraded (NR, 25k)

20 year old Harry works at one of the best hospitals of London and he's got his whole life figured out. It all works out until a beautiful, injured boy comes along.

i carry your heart in mine by millsx (G, 18k)

It all starts with Harry covering a shift for his colleague. It ends in old wounds, resurfaced feelings and an ex-boyfriend Harry never really got over.

fight me breathless by sideofzemblanity (M, 7k)

Louis Tomlinson has no idea why he’s in a London hospital for asthma, but enter Harry Styles, his doctor, who he definitely doesn’t think is hot, and he’s left wondering if asthma is why he can’t seem to breathe properly with his doctor around.

When You Really Love Christmas by @jaerie (E, 5k)

Harry really loves Christmas. It lands him in the hospital with a Christmas tree stuck up his ass.

Slip into Your Arms by @ohpleaselarry (NR, 4k)

“Am I too old to ask for a cast that isn’t just plain white?”

The nurse laughs easily, shaking her head fondly as she continues to scribble on her little clipboard. Louis sets his free (non-broken) hand under his chin and sighs, peeking at the clock for the fifth time in the last minute. Waiting for doctors sucks. Waiting for doctors to come and fix up your throbbing hand while your head pounds and it’s Christmas- that really sucks.

I Don't Care It's Obvious by RedRidingStiles (M, 4k)

“You mind telling me what happened?” Harry asks.

“Well Lou here thought it would be a great idea to ride his board down the big hill on fifth street, you know the one right? Anyways he's going at least fifteen miles down that bitch and ends up falling off halfway down due to the fact he can't hold his liquor worth a shit.” The blonde explains, his words only slightly slurred as the two boys follow Harry down the hallway to an empty patient room.

“Excuse me, Niall, not all of us are Irish bloody fuckers who can - ah, ah, ow, motherfucking shooting pains, shit,” The injured one, Lou, says. Harry wonders if it’s a nickname.

“He kinda hit his head when he fell too, it's gonna be hard to tell considering some of the shit that comes out of his mouth usually but,” The dark-haired one pipes up, his voice soft and raspy.

“Piss off. I don’t even know why you two are still here, Curly here and I can have fun all by ourselves, right Curly?” Louis slurs, peaking up at Harry through his messy fringe. Harry tried his hardest to ignore the little flutter of fondness that struck his chest, he was a professional, even if cute drunk boys with broken limbs don't often stumble into his ER room as often as you'd think.

Temporary Fix by winterpillowtalk (T, 4k)

Harry as a doctor? You bet is he.

Charm Your Pants Off by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou (G, 2k)

When Harry hurt himself in front of all of his coworkers, he thought his Christmas Eve couldn’t get any worse. That was, until he ended up in an actual ambulance.

Perhaps the gentle and ridiculously attractive doctor he meets at the hospital can make his trip (pun absolutely intended) worth it?

Green Jello by orphan_account (T, 2k)

In Liam’s defense, he’d mostly been joking.

Louis didn’t see it that way, of course, but he wasn’t sure anyone else would either, had their best friend dared them to jump into the ocean in the middle of December “for the vine,” and they’d ended up in the hospital with a nasty case of pneumonia and a very high chance of being stuck there through Christmas.

Louis is stuck in the hospital for the holidays. The only spot of hope is his unfairly pretty nurse.

Sugar Let Me Be Your Passenger by teddy9 (G, 2k)

Someone must have deemed the situation serious enough to transport Louis somewhere else because when he regains consciousness he is notably not on the field. No he must have fatally injured himself and ended up in heaven. All of those half-hearted prayers to the big man when he needed to pass an exam at uni or make rent that month must have paid off because he was definitely in heaven if the celestial being above him was anything to go by. or

Louis gives himself a concussion playing football and Harry is the EMT who takes care of him and endures his shameless flirting on the way to the hospital

#ask #anon #ficask #ficrec #injured character #hospital

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