#pillow talk fic

[galactic-dragoness]

Pillow Talk Chapter 8 Sneak Peak

When Carmelita finds herself at the front door of the cottage, her first instinct is to just turn around and leave.

After she silently scolds herself for briefly losing her nerve, she straightens, and knocks on the door three times; loud enough so someone were to hear if they were in the far back of the cottage.

For a moment, nothing happens, and Carmelita has the faintest hope that no one is in the cottage.

The hope quickly evaporates as she hears footsteps approach the front door from inside, and the door opens.

Sly Cooper, dressed in a simple turtleneck and trousers with readers glasses, is on the other end, inside the house.

His demeanor is calm, but his eyes are wide. He's surprised, flabbergasted.

He stands there without moving or speaking, and Carmelita crosses her arms because the weather has gotten slightly colder.

(That's what she tells herself. It's definitely not because she feels vulnerable, and her body responds by shielding her chest.)

The detective woman sighs. "Well?"

The question seems to snap Cooper out of his shock. He steps to the side. "Sorry, come in."

Carmelita hesitates, just for half a second, then crosses the threshold of the cottage, inside.

The raccoon man shuts the door, and Carmelita observes the interior of the humble house.

The inside is also very...average. The front door serves as a direct entrance to the cottage living room, where Carmelita sees an old gray couch with a matching gray armchair. In the center is a rustic looking coffee table with a single ashtray on top. Beneath the table is a dated rug with a complex but classic flower pattern. To the far right is a bookshelf partially filled with books, and next to it is a medium sized wooden dresser. In the back of the large room there is a worn wooden staircase with a handrail, leading to the second floor.

The living room has three large windows, two on the front side of the house and one on the left. The connecting room to the Inspector's left looks like some sort of study, while the second connecting room directly behind the living room looks like a kitchen, with a large table partially obscured from her line of sight.

The vixen also notes the aroma: chicken, sauces, herbs, wine. Cooper was either in the middle of or finishing preparing dinner.

She turns back to Sly Cooper, who is visibly unsettled.

Why? Did he really think I wouldn't come? He even cooked.

After a brief pause, Sly speaks.

"You got my card."

"So I did," the fox woman replies.

"I...actually didn't think you would show up."

"Well, you were wrong."

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I DID NOT ABANDON THIS FIC! I do NOT intend to abandon this fic! My brain is just low on some chemicals and hormones, but I assure you it still works!!! Thank you for your ungodly amounts of patience!

#sly cooper #carmelita fox #slyfox #pillow talk fic #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction #wip

[spoopy-sloth]

I am a huge believer that Ed and Ling are all about pillow talk. Gotta talk about trauma and speak words of love into the night

#i will die by this #it's truth #fma #edling #edward elric #ling yao #baby girl all of my unpublished edling fics are nothing BUT pillow talk

[talshiargirlfriend]

Might have to do something with this…

“I need to shower before my duty shift,” T’Pol makes a half-hearted effort to free herself from Trip’s embrace.

“Mmm, ok, honey, five more minutes and then I’ll help you,” he mumbles into her neck as he pulls her closer.

“I’m due on the bridge in twenty-seven minutes.”

“You don’t want to smell like me all day?” he teases.

She freezes and he’s afraid he’s insulted her Vulcan sensibilities somehow until he takes in her expression, the way her nostrils flair slightly.

“You like that idea,” he says slowly.

She hesitantly meets his eyes and he sees something feral there.

#drabble #my fic #trip x t'pol #star trek enterprise #100 word drabble #pillow talk #ficlet #tnt #i love these eejits #proof of concept

[puppy-steve]

hello i am requesting the most sweetest disgusting tooth rotting send-you-to-the-dentist steddie fluff you know of

#cj talks #pls. i have the urge to scream into my pillow #steddie #steddie fic

[ramsywasalittlelamb]

hello, just a reminder for agere writers. I love you to the ends of this earth and you all are magnificent and beautiful and please never let anyone tell you otherwise.

#connor talks #I’ve been back to reading agere fics #I love you u lil writers so much #you all are amazing mwah #I hope both sides of ur pillows are forever cold #if you like cold pillows anyway

[mushiewrites]

Pillow Talk

I got this prompt (find it here) in the middle of the night yesterday and immediately had to start writing it. I dont even know how to explain it - it melted me, flustered me AND inspired me all at the same times. I seriously got goosebumps. I love this prompt so much, you all know I love my mean tks but I adore soft praisey tks too 🥺 Thank you so much for this anon, I hope you enjoy 💘

prompt: "OKOK so maybe lee!dream and ler George and sapnap? dream being a tired, overworking mess, AND on top of that having doubts about how his friends see him as, their friendship, if he’s weird or something, just being an overthinking puddle okay. And then the boys catch on and soft tickles ensue, lots of praises and compliments and reassurances :(. Dreams worst spot may be his tummy, but I HC that it’s also a melt spot if tickled correctly !! Pillow underneath his tummy and the softest kisses and the lightest trailing fingers and soft nibbling on the hips and sides until he’s just a mushy, giggling and happy puddle :3!!"

(lee!Dream / ler!George / ler!Sapnap : 2.3K words)

“Is the pillow really necessary?” Dream questioned, voice slightly wavering due to his nervousness. He looked down at his own tummy, his shirt pulled to his ribs in order to reveal the pale skin beneath it. His shoulder blades were pressed into the mattress as his back arched off the edge, a pillow or two wedged beneath him to further pull his tummy taut. He wiggled his hips back and forth to test his movement - it was more limited than he’d originally thought. 

After all, it was only George straddling his thighs. 

“Yes! It is definitely necessary,” The brunette quickly replied, leaning forward and using his pointer finger to boop Dream on the nose. “I mean, we need to have your tummy as stretched as possible!”

Dream clenched his jaw with a nose scrunch at the incredibly flustering explanation, turning his head to the side to try and hide his blushy cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to ignore the elders teases. He brought his hands up to cover his face, needing a place to hide while he tried to calm his jitters the best he could.

“Yeah Dream,” he heard Sapnap from somewhere near the bottom of the bed, voice growing in volume as he walked closer and eventually took a seat on the bed next to George. “How else are we gonna give your tummy the love and attention it needs?” His question was followed up by two pokes on either side of his ribs, making sure to target the ones in the center purely because he knows they make Dream’s laughter jump in pitch. He batted the hands away with a squeal, moving them from his face to cover his torso with his arms. 

“W-Well I….I dohon’t-“

“Exactly!” the younger boy interrupted his stutters, leaning forward to crawl towards the empty area by the headrest of the bed. He took his place above Dream’s head, crossing his legs in front of him as he leaned over to smile down at the blonde, both giggling as they looked at each other from the upside down perspective.

“Besides,” George began, using his right hand to begin rubbing his palm soothingly all around Dream’s tummy, letting his fingertips drag teasingly from time to time just to hear Dream whine in an attempt to keep his giggles in. “You know why we’re here. We’re not here to wreck you, we’re here to help you!” 

“Yeah, we just want to help you feel good!” Sapnap chimed in as he leaned back and rested on his heels, running a hand gently through the sandy curls. “We know you’ve been overwhelmed lately with how busy everything’s been and with you not getting enough rest. You deserve to feel good, you deserve to relax - let us help you, okay?”

Even though he knew the two were serious, Dream still felt shivers down his spine at their reassurances. 

An hour earlier the blonde had been pacing at the top of the steps, hidden out of view in the hallway from George and Sapnap who were sitting in the living room down stairs. A hand was buried into his hair while the other one was pressed against his cheek, trying to calm his anxieties and doubts he’d been feeling lately for no particular reason. He continued to pace back and forth in the limited space he had, trying to decide if he felt it was important enough to share with his two best friends. 

When he reached the start of the steps once more while continuing his walking, he was startled when he saw Sapnap staring up at him from the bottom of the steps. Dream let out a whine but decided to follow when Sapnap asked him to, finding himself squished between the boys on the couch while he spilled out his insecurities. At the end of it, he felt incredible. Though tears were shed, they had managed to help talk through his feelings and get a lot of the tension released from his muscles due to him holding all of his stress.

It would seem that the two weren’t finished as they began peppering quick little kisses all over his cheeks, dragging him up to his own bedroom while still in a fit of giggles. 

Those were the events that led them up to this moment - Dream with the pillows under his back with a very tiny British man straddling his waist. It would’ve been comical if he weren’t so damn flustered. 

“Dream?”

“Hm?”

The call of his name pulled him out of his thoughts as he felt warm hands wrap around both of his wrists. He watched as Sapnap slowly raised them up above his head and rested them in his own lap, still holding onto them as a confirmation of what they were planning on doing. 

“He asked you a question, angel. Is it okay if we help you feel nice?” The kindness in George’s voice caught him off guard, his jaw dropping slightly before realizing and snapping it shut again when he did. The brunette laughed at that but kept his cruel teases to himself, knowing this wasn’t the time to tease him into oblivion. 

“Mm….mhm.” Dream didn’t allow himself to answer with words, knowing it would come out high pitched and absolutely wrecked. The two boys weren’t always that gentle with him, at least not like this, and he had absolutely no idea what to do with the feeling. He felt giddy and excited, but at the same time he knew what they were capable of. He knew they promised to treat him nicely, but he couldn’t help but be a little nervous anyway.

“Great! Now I can tell you about how great of a person you are while George gives your tummy a little attention.” The moment the words left Sapnap’s lips and seeped into Dream’s ears he was whining, a long high pitched squeal revealing itself at the idea of George showing his tummy any form of attention. 

“What, Sap- nahaha wahait!” Dream was rudely interrupted by an eruption of airy giggles, light and jovial as George began to peck little kisses around his tummy with no warning. 

“For what, cutie pie? I wanna tell you how much we love you! And how incredibly hard working and boss bitch you are!” George stopped the tickly kisses to bark out a laugh at Sapnap’s choice of words, rolling his eyes as he listened to the other two boys giggling before getting back to the task at hand. He felt as Dream’s tummy jumped beneath his lips, attempting to suck in his stomach but not being able to hold it down forever. It didn’t really matter though - George’s lips followed regardless. 

“Nohoho!” Dream pulled lightly at his arms that were still being held up by Sapnap, groaning when they didn’t move and the younger boy’s strength was put on display. “You’re bohohoth idiots- NO NO NO NO NOHOHO!” 

The insult that he threw at the two brunettes prompted George to take a quick inhale of air, filling his lungs as much as he could before dropping his head down and blowing a raspberry on his lower tummy. Dream was squealing, practically in stitches as he began thrashing and kicking pathetically, his laughter growing once more. 

“AHAHA OKAHAHAY! I’m sohohOHRRY!” Dream’s apology was cut off once more as George blew another quick raspberry, this time directly over the sensitive little dip in the center of his stomach. Before he could reach hysterics, George was rubbing his hand over it, doing his best to calm the tingly sensation he was still experiencing.

“George, we’re supposed to be helping him, not killing him.” Sapnap commented with a chuckle as George sat up sheepishly, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth as he shrugged his shoulders. Dream was attempting to catch his breath while the elder replied.

“I know I know, I just couldn’t help it. He insulted us! He’s the real idiot, we both know that!” George exclaimed in fake annoyance, causing Sapnap and Dream to break out into a melody of giggles. Sapnap rolled his eyes at the older boy as he gently ran his thumbs over the insides of Dream’s wrists, smiling when he heard him let out a relaxed sigh. “I promise to be gentle now, okay Dreamie?”

Dream felt the heat rise in his cheeks at the nickname that George always used to fluster him, butterflies in his stomach further heightening the sensation of the ghost tickles. He nodded his head and was sent into another flurry of giggles as George began to kiss over his lower tummy once again, the brunette giggling along with him every time Dream let out a squeak when he would kiss over the patch of skin directly under his belly button.

“Now, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, you are incredible,” Sapnap suddenly continued, making a dig at the oldest boy while still rubbing his thumbs over the thin skin on his wrists. The curly haired brunette slowly began to trace his pointer fingers up Dream’s  forearms, smiling when the giggles turned into little chirpy squeaks. “You are so smart, and you’re so extremely talented, Dream.”

The blonde opened and closed his fists, not knowing what to do with them as he didn’t want to pull them away from Sapnap’s tickling fingers. While the sensation was very tickly, it also felt incredibly relaxing and he didn’t want it to end. The same sensation soon appeared on his tummy as George began lightly tracing over it, sometimes allowing a finger or two to trace over the spots he had just kissed just to make his laugh get a little louder. Dream melted into the bed at this treatment, the softness of it all turning his brain to putty as the two continued their light tickles and praises. 

“You’re such an amazing friend too, Dream. Don’t ever think you’re not. You do so much for everyone, you care so much about everyone no matter what. You really care about us all, and we feel it. And we love you just as much.” Sapnap continued speaking his train of thought, only letting up when he saw that Dream’s eyes had become glassy. He cooed at him and moved his hands from his forearms, instead guiding one through Dream’s curls once again. 

George followed Sap’s lead, slowing down his skittering fingers as he leaned back to sit up, looking down at the boy below him and also audibly cooing at how adorable he was like this. “Gosh Dream, how do you expect us not to tickle you so much when you melt so easily for us?”

His hands, now free from Sapnap’s grip, moved quickly to cover his face, groaning when he heard the other two boys laughing at the action. 

“Oh come on, baby boy, we were nice to you. It wasn’t that bad.” Sapnap purred, feeling his stubble rub across his left ear as the younger boy leaned in closer to speak. Dream let one of his hands temporarily move from his face to rub his palm at the shell of his ear, biting his lips to prevent any more laughter from escaping so he didn’t set them off again. 

“Stohohp! You’re- you’re stihihill both idiohohots!” 

The silence he was met with told Dream that he had made a big mistake. When he was about to lower his hands to see what the other boys were doing, they were pulled away by Sapnap, who had a tight grip on his wrists again. And just like before, Dream watched as he pulled them over his head, the same butterflies he felt earlier reappearing, this time doubling in the fluttery feeling. He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he opened his eyes to see George and Sapnap grinning down at him, clearly fueled by the reused insult he was punished for earlier in the night.

“You know, I think our little puppy here could use some more reassurance. What do you think, George?” Dream’s eyes bulged at statement, the butterflies returning once more as he looked between the two boys quickly, feeling his stomach drop as he saw how wide their smirks were.

“Absolutely.” And with that, the tickling began again. Sap continued to trace the gentlest lines up and down his forearms while George littered his tummy with kisses, using his fingertips to skitter lightly at the sides of it. Dream let out a strangled yelp at the second round of tickles, falling into bright giggles as he threw his head back against the blankets, his eyes squeezed shut as he allowed himself to melt further into the mattress.

They continued like this well into the late hours of the night, the two eventually falling down on either side of Dream to cuddle him and drown him in even more praise. The blonde couldn’t stop himself from blushing, the widest smile on his face as his best friends continued to whisper compliments and reassurances until he was sound asleep between them. They each placed a kiss to the top of his before cuddling back down into the human space heater that Dream was, both allowing the calming sounds of Dream’s breathing lull them to sleep.

#lee!dream #ler!george #ler!sapnap #okay this was the sweetest thing ): #tummy tks #praise #compliments #a giggly dream #the perfect storm!!! #even george was nice to him!!!!! #thats how precious dream is ): #thank you so much for this prompt anon i am in love with it ): #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff #also some mushie lore #everytime i hear pillow talk i think of zayn

[shark-myths]

Fall Asleep, Phone In Hand - Chapter 4

special thanks to @carbonbased000 who edited this chapter in real time with me this morning while we both drank beverages that were more or less coffee before i posted this 😭 😭 😭

songs too

#writing #peterick #peterick fic #bandom fic #fob fic #pete wentz / patrick stump #pete wentz x patrick stump #pillow talk au

[pixelatedraindrops]

The NDA afflicted with different illness 😷 + sprites :3

Yuma: Influenza/High Fever

Yakou: Stomach Virus

Halara: Bad Allergies

Desuhiko: Laryngitis

Fubuki: High Fatigue/Dizziness

Vivia: Severe Anemia/Dehydration

Kurumi: Common Cold

~

#rain code #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #yakou furio #halara nightmare #desuhiko thunderbolt #fubuki clockford #vivia twilight #whump posting #illness posting #illness #sicknario #my edits #pixeledits #sprite edits #NOW IMAGINE A FIC OF ALL OF THEM LIKE THIS #THE NDA’S SICK DAY OFF #yes I do include kurumi amongst the NDA she's pretty much one of them. #I kinda feel like yuma and kurumi would be huddled together w similar symptoms sharing the same sofa #desuhiko would constantly try to talk but it ends in a coughing fit he'd share a sofa w fubuki #halara would remain composed despite their runny nose and fortress of tissues they'd remain on their chair wrapped in a blanket #fubuki would try to get up to try helping only to collapse right after her fever causing her to be delirious and clingy w desuhiko #vivia would…just be asleep in the fireplace covered in a blanket on a soft pillow and with water bottles surrounding him #and finally yakou would take it upon himself to try to take care of everyone else even though he feels like he’ll puke constantly #just me rambling at 2am lol #TAKE THIS INFO AS YOU WILL 😈 #I may attempt to write this sometime... #they're all blorbos for me to torment now lol

[possamble]

Girl help me I fell in love with a fanfic from someone fully employed and the chapters are too long betwix

Man me too wtf 🥲

#asks #a little creature #wish i didn't have to work. alas #sorry part of it is just that im stumped creatively #the chapter itself is giving me so much fucking trouble #the core of it (what i really want to hit yall with) is written but justifying it with the proper context is... #man. #shoutout to the tips ive gotten making me feel so much less guilty and anxious about the days i just #didn't do money work and stared at the fic doc and also didn't get anything done there LOL #i get paid on a per word basis instead of hourly so trying to police my own schedule has been weird sldkfjvnsfd #anyway. you're getting farcille first kiss next chapter but not the way you expect/want it and also im actively trying to stab all of you #but also the pwp oneshot's going out first bc it's basically done #i just have to add in some fuckass whatever pillow talk to cap it off #and make the actual fucking a little better paced

[daydadahlias]

I know that I've bitched abt this before but since I can't find the original post, I'll just say again that I have so many issues with people that will send screenshots of fics they’re reading to their friends (or talk publicly about a fic on a platform that the author is not on) but then won’t leave a comment on the fic itself or ever directly talk to the author of said fic.

Like ok so you clearly loved the fic but you don’t think the author should know that?? You don't want to encourage them to write more work?? Because you don’t perceive fanfic authors as real people, do you? you only perceive their content as real and given to you like a commodity or some sort of given in a fandom sphere. and you can enjoy it in whatever means you want but you don’t care about the author, you care about you.

fanfic is not just a consumable product <3 fanfic authors are real people sharing our time and our energy and our love for writing and our love for our fandom with you for free <3 and the whole point in doing that is to connect w/ other people that love what we love.

so every time you read a fic (or any book !! or any art piece !! or literally anything MADE by another human being !!), consider the person who poured their energy and their love into that. and if you liked the fucking thing?? tell them that??

#it's so not that hard im gonna scream into a pillow #getting screenshots from groupchats being like 'people love ur fic' is actually asdfgh not as much of a compliment #as the multiple people who have sent me that thing #considering that. none of the people in that gc or in those texts will ever comment on my work or talk to me #and im not UNGRATEFUL for the interaction I already get I love it :) #but it's really fucking frustrating <3 that people read a fic and love it <3 and don't want to tell the author that #bc they dont percieve fanfic authors as real people #just ~content creators~ #me when im pissed lolz

[casparscunttt16]

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Summary: Jake comes home after a long day of work and clings to you, his pregnant wife after having to leave, early this morning for work.

Warnings: Cursing but aside from that very fluffy.

(gif not mine)

Y/n felt right side of the bed dip as Jake turned off his alarm. He tried not to wake his fiancé and he slowly stumbled towards the bathroom, he shut the door and turn on the light. He got ready for work quietly humming as he did, within 20 minutes he was ready for work. He walked over to y/n and placed a kiss on her forehead.

I woke up at at 10am and got myself ready whilst I listened to music, I got out of the shower in thirty minutes and began getting dressed. I wore a cute flowy dress due to all of my other clothes barely fitting. “Oh shit I should call to let her know I might be late” I rushed around, trying to look presentable obviously. Me and Penny agreed to go out for brunch at 10:45 and it’s now 11:00.

She replied to my text letting me know she was still on her way there and that it wouldn’t be a problem. I finished getting ready and soon enough I arrived at brunch. I walked inside the restaurant and took a look around, I seen Penny sitting at a table and looking at the menu. I walk up to her and take the seat across from her. “Hi Penny” I greet.

Penny and I talk for almost two hours before parting ways, I decided to head to the grocery store since I was already out anyways. I picked up some thing’s for dinner as I planned to cook dinner for us. Jake would be home at 3pm so i’d have plenty of time to cook. I went home and began cooking.

In a very short time, the sound of the front door echoed throughout the house. I felt a pair of strong arms around my waist and gently rubbing my belly, I smiled and turned around kissing Jake softly. “Hi Jakey” I greet him. “Hi honey, I missed you today” He says gently, placing his head in the crook of my neck. He pulls me closer to him in a bit of a beer hug I smile “Dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes, go set the table” I say turning my attention back to what I was cooking.

I soon turn off the stove and start put some food on my plate then his. We sit down at the table and eat our dinner chatting about our days, how work was etc. After he and I clean the kitchen and get ready for bed. We shower and put on our pajamas, so now we’re laying in bed.

We lay there cuddled up together pillow talking it got extremely silent not an awkward silence but a silence of comfort before Jake breaks the silence “Y/n?”. “Yeah?” I reply back turning to face him. “Who do you think our baby is going to look like?” he asks, looking into my eyes. “Me hopefully because you’re…something” you trail off jokingly laughing, he puts his hand of his heart pretending to be hurt. “I can’t believe you” he says dramatically causing you to burst out in laughter once more.

Jake kisses your forehead become pulling you closer to his chest as you’re falling asleep “I love you” he whisper lightly into your hair. “I love you too” you whisper back, a small smile creeps onto his face.

#fluffy #top gun headcanons #top gun imagine #jake hangman fic #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #sweetcore #pillow talk #top gun maverick #penny top gun #x you fluff #fluff

[miilkybnn]

live honest reaction

#STOOD IN THE MIDDLE LF WAMART LIKE HUH??????????? #got home and immediately drew this #milky art #milky talks #technically #anyways uhhhh #leans against wall #hey 😌 #totally haven’t screamed into my pillow due to ur fic before #love ur works <3 u have an amazing talent <3

[talshiargirlfriend]

This was s’posed to be a drabble, but they really wanted to have the whole conversation and I am unable to deny them. 💕

“So how do you wanna handle this?” Trip asks softly as they lie together on his bunk. T’Pol’s head rests on his chest, and he inhales the scent of her shampoo - a sort of spicy citrus aroma with an earthy - vulcany? his brain suggests unhelpfully - undertone. He’s pretty sure she’d say it’s illogical that a scent borne of a foreign planet can evoke feelings of home in him, but that doesn’t make it any less true. One of these days he’s going to tell her just so he can see that look she gets on her face when she thinks she should be exasperated but she’s actually quite pleased. It’s one of his favorites.

T’Pol shifts a little in his grasp so she can look at his face, “What do you mean?”

For an instant anxiety runs its icy finger up his spine: what if she denies what they mean to each other? He rubs his hand along her arm in silence. She waits patiently, content to lie here with him, in his arms, in his bed. He varies the pattern and placement of his touch because she finds too much of the same thing uncomfortable. Overstimulating.

“I know you value privacy, and I respect that,” he continues. “I just don’t know if I can keep us a secret… and I don’t think I want to.”

Her lips purse while she considers this. “It need not be secret, Trip, but I do consider our personal relationship private.”

That’s fair. “So if someone were to ask me if we’re together-?”

“You’re referring to Lieutenant Reed,” she states.

He laughs, “Yeah. So…?”

“Confirming a relationship exists would be acceptable. However, I would find the sharing of intimate details … distasteful.”

“I’ve never really been one to kiss and tell. I just… I guess I’m kinda worried that my idea of what qualifies as an intimate detail might not always match yours. I mean, everybody on this ship probably knows my birthday, but you didn’t tell me your age till a couple years ago and we were… well, we were good friends,” he raises his eyebrows slightly.

T’Pol tilts her head in acknowledgment before dropping her head back onto his chest. He squeezes her gently and waits; she doesn’t like to make eye contact when she’s being vulnerable.

“Trip,” she begins, drawing her hand along his rib cage and then holding it over his heart. He feels anchored and secure when she does that.

“When we are alone I am able to relax my discipline somewhat. I entrust aspects of myself to you that I don’t share elsewhere. They are not for anyone else. Do you understand?”

and… “Yeah, I think I do. You know things about me I wouldn’t share with anyone else.”

T’Pol shifts onto her elbow and looks him in the eye, “I trust your judgment.”

She has effectively melted that little bout of anxiety away, but he’s at a loss for how to respond. I love you sticks in his throat. Trip isn’t sure they’re ready for that, so he settles on “thank you” and a kiss brushed over her forehead.

“So… when Malcolm asks me if we’re together I’m good to say yes, but I probably shouldn’t mention that I had the best sex of my life tonight. Got it,” he serves.

She gives him a stern look and volleys, “When you speak to Lieutenant Reed, it would be highly inappropriate to mention that you recently engaged in the best sex of your life thus far.”

“Thus far, huh?”

She gives him the faintest smirk that he is all too happy to kiss off her face. God, he really does love her.

#trip x t'pol #fan fic #my fic #tripol #pillow talk #I actually kinda love this

[inmyheadimobsessed]

sub!shuri agenda has been spreading like wildfire. soon as @generallysapphic drop her fic my plan will be complete! muahahaha!

#been seeing so many sub!shuri fics recently and it makes me soo soo happy #shuri need her coochie ate too! #let shuri be a pillow princess! #i just wanna eat her coochie bad #but who doesn't #lyric talks <3

[rauko-creates]

Suptober Day 2: Pillow Talk + Inktober Day 2: Scurry

I realized I had a scene from a fae/god!Cas au that fit both of these prompts nicely so I decided to draw it 💚

~

Dean had just shed his clothes down to his boxers and was about to crawl into bed when Cas appeared next to him. 

Dean jumped. “Gods, Cas, I swear I’m gonna end up putting a damn bell on you. I—” Dean froze as Cas's eyes roamed over him, teeth worrying his lower lip. 

Cas finally lifted his eyes to meet Dean’s gaze. “Dean…” he breathed.

Dean swallowed. “Yeah?”

Something was off. Cas looked so worried, so determined. “I...would like to stay here tonight.”

Dean did his best not to fall over. “Uh...sure. Everything okay? You in some kind of trouble?”

Cas’s brows drew together, and he looked off to the side. “I...not exactly.”

Dean’s chest constricted; whatever had Cas so distressed, he didn’t like it. “Hey.” He reached out and took Cas’s face in his hands, turning it back toward him. “It’s fine, Cas. You’re safe here and welcome any time. You hear me?”

Cas’s expression was pained. “That’s not—” he sighed. “Thank you, Dean.”

Dean pulled him into a hug. “I don’t know what in the world could make someone like you worried like this, and I don’t know what I can do, but I’m here, okay? You let me know what I can do. I know it’s not much, but…”

“It’s enough.” Cas breathed out and gripped Dean’s back. He nodded against Dean’s shoulder. “Whatever you can give...it’s enough.”

They stood there like that for a moment before Dean finally cleared his throat and put a little space between them. “All right,” he said. “I know you don’t need to sleep, but I gotta get my four hours or I’ll be useless tomorrow.” He grinned and nodded towards the bed. “Good night, Cas.” He ruffled Cas’s hair before turning to crawl into bed.

He’d honestly expected Cas to take the couch, or just...hang out reading or something since the guy didn’t usually sleep anyway.

However, what Cas actually did was crawl into the bed behind Dean.

“Woah! What are you—?” Dean scurried to the far side of the bed against the wall.

Cas frowned. “You told me to stay. Should I...sleep somewhere else?”

Gods, he looked so dejected, like Dean had just slapped him and told him he never wanted to see him again. The poor dude just didn’t get it at all.

Dean shook his head. “Uh, no. This is fine. Just— just surprised me, ‘cause I didn’t know you were gonna sleep, is all.”

“Oh.” Cas relaxed. “I actually probably won’t. You can sleep though. I’ll watch over you.”

Gods help him. “That’s, uh—I mean—okay. That’s...okay. Yeah. That’s okay.” Dean pulled the covers up and rolled over to face the wall. And Cas? The gods had little mercy on Dean tonight because Cas was right behind him. He didn’t cuddle him exactly, but he pressed his fingers lightly on the space between Dean’s shoulder blades, and then Dean had to learn what Cas’s breath felt like on the back of his neck, and... 

He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on breathing, knowing damn well there was no way he was falling asleep any time soon.

He was wrong though, and he learned that having Cas there felt comforting, peaceful, right. 

Gods help him, it felt so right.

~

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[pursuitseternal]

Perhaps the “Sweetest” update for “Tamed by Light:”

Wolf-form Sauron languishes in chains at the mercy of Thingol in Doriath, but a certain and faithful She-elf companion sneaks away to bring him relief. A night under the stars brings more than snacks and scritches. It brings unshared revelations as well…

1st Age Saurondriel | Explicit | 1.5K

CW: No warnings but some fuzzy fur, tooth rotting Fluff!

…The corner of her lip quirked up ever so slightly. Good.

“Have you been comfortable enough?” Her voice edged with concern. A quick change of subject he noted as his smile widened.

“For being an all powerful Maia trapped in wolf-form, chained like a mongrel in my former enemy’s realm?” He shrugged his sloping shoulders. “I suppose I can’t complain, all things considered.”

“I wish I could do more for you… I owe you so much, to thank you for saving me...” a thin whisper as her hand came to rest on his back.

“It was you who then did the same for me,” he shifted his body, leaving heavier against her leg, a sly move to push into her trembling form and to show his healed paw. “Carcharoth’s venom’s no match for the mighty Galadriel.”

More to come, Dear Readers

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