shes half dressed

I put Cassandra in a dress
(now I run for my life)

Changing the word “sir” into “bro” in every Hamilton song is hilarious, expecially in Say No To This

“I offered her a loan I offered to walk her home she said”
“You’re too kind, bro”

“I hid the letter and I raced to her place screamed how could you? In her face she said”
“NOOOO BRO”

“Half dressed, apologetic, a mess, she looked pathetic, she cried”
“PLEASE DON’T GO, BROOOO”


I’m dying

Random headcanon

Harley is constantly wearing Joker’s shirts which often results in him having to dig around in her closet to find whichever shirt got stolen that week.

Lullaby

Partially inspired by an anonymous request, partially inspired by a thought from @stylishmuser and partially inspired by my own need to hurt myself with daddy!Harry concepts on the reg. Enjoy!

I also really wish I knew how to make manips because I want a image of this so bad!

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He could hear her tiny voice humming from the bottom of the stairs as he started to climb. He knew she was in her room and he thought that she had been getting ready for bed, but by the sound of her humming, that didn’t seem to be the case. It wasn’t abnormal for Harry to send his little four-year-old up to her room before bedtime, telling her to change into her pajamas and pick out a book, only to go up ten minutes later and find that she was still half dressed and distracted by a toy.

Thus was the case when he finally approached the doorway of her bedroom and peered inside, only to find her sitting in her tiny rocking chair in the corner with one of her dolls wrapped up in a blanket. Harry smiled as he watched her for a few seconds, listening to her hum and rock the doll back and forth like an infant. It took him a while, but the song she was humming started to sound familiar. It wasn’t a typically lullaby that he or you would have chosen to sing to your kids, but he realized that she was humming his song; a new song that had just dropped about a week ago.

He hadn’t even really thought that his daughter had paid enough attention to the song for her to be able to remember the tune, but she was doing it pretty well from what he could hear. Still, it was odd for her to have picked a song such as that to use as a lullaby; typically, she would use the songs that you and Harry sung to her at night.

He watched her for another minute or two before poking his head inside and capturing her attention. She looked up at him with a smile on her face, but then put a finger to her lips to shush him. Harry nodded in undestanding and tiptoed into the room, crouching down beside the rocking chair.

“What are you doing, munchkin? It’s time for bed.”

“Shhh, daddy,” she whispered, putting her finger to her lips once more, “I’m singin’ dolly a lullaby like you do with me.”

“Ohh, I see. Have you gotten her to sleep, then?”

His little girl nodded and continued to rock back and forth.

“Did she like the song you chose?” Harry asked, reaching out to move some hair away from his daughter’s face.

“She likes your song,” she answered, “It put her to sleep really fast.”

“Good. Well, now that dolly is asleep, I think it’s time for another little monkey to go to bed, hmm? S'gettin’ late, love.”

She nodded and kept a firm hold on her doll as she stood from the chair and walked over to her bed. Harry helped her crawl in, careful not to disturb the doll because she seemed very keen on keeping a hold on her like a real baby, and covered them both up with the blanket.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, love?”

“Can you tell me a story?”

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sorry i haven’t been drawing as much, its probably because i foolishly bought another copy of animal crossing to make a faerie-themed town

Cinder Block (Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Requests this fic covers:

Anyth Lin x gender neutral!Reader would be gr9 tbh ;D Thanks fam

may I please, please, please have a lin x reader kinky smut where you are in the show together?? Thank you!!!!! @the7thsilence

lin x agender reader where reader plays maria and lin gets to make out with them, and lin realises what a good kisser reader is and they fuck after the show?

Can this be considered Lin sin? Cause I wanna hop on that train. 

You were nervous. Beyond nervous, actually. Your stomach felt as if it was caving in on itself and you could barely manage to suppress the urge to continuously gnaw on your bottom lip. You were not a recent hire for Hamilton. In fact, you had done the show more times than you could count. However, this was the first time you played an actual named role other than dancing in the ensemble. Jazz was away on vacation, and her typical understudy was supposed to take over for her. Unfortunately, she called in sick this morning with a bad cough. You, being able to both sing like a bird and fit into the costume comfortably, was called in to perform the roles of Peggy Schuyler/ Maria. You immediately accepted, knowing both of the roles by heart.

 However: you were beginning to regret it. Playing the part of Peggy was easy for you, but the part of Maria was what you were sweating. Not that the role was physically or vocally too demanding for you, but because of the actions you had to perform on stage, and more importantly, who you had to perform them to. Everyone in the cast knew you had the hots for Lin. Except for Lin himself, conveniently. You were constantly teased for it, but you didn’t care. You were never going to act on these feelings of course; you preferred a fine line between work and play. But Lin made that a very difficult moral for you to keep. Ever since you had auditioned and met him in person, you absolutely adored every aspect of him. He was incredibly intelligent, quick witted, funny, kind, and undeniably handsome. You wanted nothing more than to impress and please him. You found yourself going to great lengths to get the part: practicing every audition dance for hours and hours every day, learning the track by heart, singing your heart out until your voice was raw and sore. You absolutely blew him away in the auditions, and were practically offered the part on spot. He absolutely adored you, but not in the way you wanted him to. After that, the days spread into weeks, the weeks into months, and your feelings never changed. Your love remained unspoken and challenged by your circumstances. But this could be your chance. For once you finally had the opportunity to be so close to him. You could finally do what you had been longing to do for months. To kiss him passionately multiple times without remorse. 

 And you had never been so nervous. 

 “Hey, (Y/N), you’re finally getting your chance tonight!” A giddy Oak hollered into your dressing room as he trotted down the stairs. 

 “Shut up.” You shot back as you checked yourself in the ‘Peggy’ dress out in the mirror, thinking of no better insult. It wasn’t like he was wrong. 

 “Awwwww, look. They’re blushing!” Daveed called out to you, hot on Oak’s trails. You grabbed a box of tissues lying idly on your makeup table and chucked them at him as they both laughed at you. You were never going to hear the end of this.

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 It was time. The show was gong great so far, but it was time to face the moment you had been dreading. The lights went low and the set changed as the scene began, and you stepped out as soon as you heard your crew. 

“…..longing for Angelica, missing my wife, that’s when miss Maria Reynolds walked into my life.“ You locked eyes on his, his character holding a somewhat surprised expression as you began to sing. The song was playing out well, and you were surprised with how comfortably sunk into your role. It was as if all of the stress fell off of you the moment you stepped out on the stage. Right as the chorus was about to begin, you took a daring step towards him and teased, your lips brushing his. 

 “Stay….” 

 “Hey….” A wicked grin spread over your face.

 “Hey….” He then turned away from you to face the crowd as he continued to tell the story. You kept your eyes locked on him, pacing around him in an almost predatory fashion. He continued to sing out to the audience before you took your next cue. 

 “In my mind I’m tryin’ to go.” You spin him around to face you, drawing him close. 

 “But when her mouth is on mine, I can’t say…” Here goes nothing. You pressed your lips firmly onto his, as you both fluttered your eyes shut. Your lips moved in sync as the music played and the chorus shouted. You melted into each other, you wrapped your arms around his neck and and he placed his hands on your waste and tugged you closer to him. It was a great kiss; a lover’s kiss. Deep and passionate but for whatever reason, felt entirely sinful. You smirked as you pulled away, and watched him linger as you sauntered around him and then progressed offstage as Lin began telling the audience of the James Reynold’s letter. Your heart was beating out of your chest. As suave as you had to be to play the role of a seductive mistress, you couldn’t help but be absolutely ecstatic with your performance and blush over how good of a kisser Lin was. You rushed to the other side of the stage, getting yourself together and sinking back into character as you waited for your cue. You rushed on as soon as Lin’s voice raised in frustration. 

 “….screamed ‘how could you?!?’ In her face she said:” 

 “No sir!” “Half dressed, apologetic, a mess she looked pathetic, she cried:” You dropped to your knees and begged. As his irate expression actually helped you act more terrified. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was legitimately furious with you. The song continued on, you begged for him to stay and he refused, walking downstage to avoid you until you finally got to your famous note. 

 "If you pay, you can staaaaayy!” You sang as you followed him downstage, wrapped your arms around his torso. The next chorus began to play as you led him to a chair placed in the middle of the stage, and guided him to sit in it. Your progressions of “yes"s began as you sat on his lap, and lightly ground against him, closing your eyes and allowing your head to lull back onto his shoulder. You were surprised when he actually pushed himself into you, mimicking your rhythm as you slowly ground your backside against his hips, something you had never seen him do before. You continued as the both of you sang together, before you felt something pressing into the bottom of your thigh. 

Was he….? 

 You were soon distracted by the thought as he began kissing the nape of your neck; something that was entirely unscripted. You tried to keep yourself from blushing as he continued, and lifted yourself off of him as the song ended. His eyes locked with yours, and an expression you had never seen before settled on his face. Something that seemed to be a mix of desire, yet powerlessness. As the song ended you drifted offstage, and just like that, it was over. As you walked through the wings and back to the dressing room, Renee grabbed your arm, breaking your stride and stopping you. 

 "What was all that about?” 

 You shrugged and raised your eyebrows. “I have no idea.”

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The crowd roared as the cast finally gathered together for a final curtain call, locked hands together and bowed. Shortly after, you all rushed offstage, with several off your cast mates patting you on the back and congratulating you on a job well done. You smiled and thanked them as you all began to part off and go to your respective dressing rooms.

 "(Y/N?)“ a voice called out as you were just through the doorway of your room. You turned to find Lin, still adorned in his costume, a smile on his face and a water bottle in his hand.

“Hey Lin, great show!” you called to him. 

“You too!” he responded, raising his water bottle as if making a toast. “When you’re done getting out of costume, do you mind coming up to my room for a second?”

What? Why would he want you up there?

“Sure! I’ll be there in a second.”

He smiled and nodded before trotting upstairs to his dressing room.

“Seems like he’s got some plans for you, (Y/N).” You felt an arm wrap around your shoulder and looked up to seek Oak smirking down at you. 

“He probably just wants to give me advice on my performance.” you retorted, squirming in an attempt to break free of his arm. 

“They’re blushing again!” Daveed chimed in, wrapping his arm around your other shoulder, sandwiching you between the both of them.

“(Y/N), I think he may be tryin’ to give you advice on more than just your performance.” Oak said as he raised his hand to your head and began grinding his knuckles into your scalp.

“Oak, stop!” you squeaked as Daveed laughed out loud and began performing the same motion.

You tried to pry your way out of their arms to no avail. They continued to noogie you and laugh as you whined until Renee came by and shooed them off as a mother would to her pesky sons.

“Thanks for that, I owe you one.” you said gratefully as Daveed and Oak shuffled back to their dressing rooms.

“No problem, sweetheart.” she said, throwing her bag over her shoulder in preparation to leave. 

“But if I were you I would get going. Lin doesn’t like to be left waiting.” she said with a wink.

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You took a deep breath before placing three sharp knocks on the door. 

“Come in!” A voice called from inside the room. 

 You placed your hand on the doorknob and turned as you pushed the door open, revealing Lin standing at a filing cabinet, flipping through some papers. 

“(Y/N)! Please, sit.” He exclaimed as he gestured to a chair that sat next to his desk.

 You wordlessly complied and sat as he continued to shuffle through files. 

 “Can I get you anything? Water, coffee…” He asked with his back still facing you. 

 “No, thanks I’m fine. Did you want to talk to me about my performance?” You asked, trying to kill some of the awkwardness and cut straight to the point. 

“Yes, I did.” He replied as he turned towards you and grabbed his desk chair, sitting down next to you. 

 "Did you like it? I thought you may have brought me in here to go over some notes.“ You asked timidly. He let out a huff that transformed into a laugh. 

 "I loved it.” He said, eyes locking on yours, making your heart skip a beat. “Perhaps a bit too much, actually." 

 "Thank you, but what might that mean?” He let out another sigh and let his eyes drift a bit, seeking almost annoyed that you had yet to pick up what he was picking down. 

 "I guess what I’m trying to say…“ He let the end of the sentence hang in the air and he searched for words that he seemed to be embarrassed to admit. 

"Listen, (Y/N)." 

 "Yes?" 

 "If you get uncomfortable at any point, just stop me, okay?”

 "Wh-“ 

 Your question was cut off by the sudden crashing of lips against yours. You were still surprised as two arms enveloped your waist and pulled you closer to him, to the point of almost straddling him. You sunk into the kiss quickly and deeply as your lips moved, eyes fluttered shut and body relaxed and melting into his hold.

His hands began to wander over your neck, then your breasts, the small of your back, your ass, and eventually to both of your thighs.

You nearly let out a squeak when he gave them a soft pinch, admiring how soft and tender they were.

His hands wandered to the buttons on your shorts, easily unbuttoning them and adjusting his hold on you so that you could comfortably slide them off.

You returned the favor, toying with his belt before tossing it to the side, sliding his jeans down before returning to his lips.

You continued kissing, mouths open and tongues wrestling for dominance when you felt him grind his hips into yours, the both of you still covered by your underwear. You immediately pushed back, mimicking the rhythm. You drew your lips away from his, feeling his hot breath and seeing his eyes still closed shut, before fluttering open to meet yours.

“Did I make you proud tonight?”

He cracked a wicked smile.

“Oh doll, you made me more than proud.”

You lowered your hand to the fabric between his legs, palming him gently. His grip on you tightened.

“Can I make you even more proud?” you asked innocently, tilting your head sweetly.

His grin grew wider as he let out a slow nod.

You wriggled yourself out of his embrace, and tossed your hair out of the way before lowering yourself in front of his figure, still sitting in his office chair. You took your place on your knees before winking at him and grabbing his member, half-hard, and giving it a tug through the fabric of his boxers. He shuddered and sank into the chair, overcome with even the smallest taste of pleasure.

You tugged his underwear down, revealing his erection. He was larger than you had expected, and he looked incredibly smug as you eyed his size for a few seconds.

You finally reached up to grab hold, then shifted to let your mouth hover over it. You placed the tiniest of licks onto his tip, sending ripples through his entire body. He tossed his head back and grabbed onto the armrests of his chair, squeezing them as you sucked his first few inches. You began bobbing your head up and down, almost able to take in the entirety of his length. 

He let out a moan as you ran your tongue all around him, licking the underside of his shaft and driving him mad.

“That’s it…” he breathed.

You were surprised to feel him push you away, but only to stand up and snatch you, pulling you up and hooking his arms under your thighs.

You yelped as he lifted your legs around him and slammed you into the cinder-block wall of his dressing room.

He slammed his lips into yours once more as his fingers dug into your thighs, kneading them.

“Lin…”

He stopped and locked eyes with you.

“Please.” you begged in a whisper.

He grinned and nodded as one of his hands traveled down to the midsection of your panties, slightly wet from the rough play. His finger wrapped around the cloth and pulled it to the side, then his hand traveled to his member, lining it up with your entrance.

He started at a comfortable, almost loving pace. Pushing his hard cock into you slowly and dragging himself out at the same speed as he held you up against the wall. It throbbed slightly and stretched you out, even though you tightened around him. He sunk his head into your shoulder and nuzzled you as he continued pushing in and out, in and out.

He suddenly came to a halt.

“Do you think you’re ready?”

You nodded.

He smiled.

As soon as he was given permission, he slammed into you, pushing his entire length in with all of his force, instantly smacking your g-spot. You felt your body go numb with pleasure and sunk into him; he was the support keeping your upper body up.

You had never felt this good.

He continued thrusting, hard and long. He began talking to you, murmuring into your shoulder in a low tone.

“You.”

Slam.

“Have no.”

Slam.

“Idea.”

Slam.

“How long.”

Slam.

“I’ve waited.”

Slam.

“For this.”

He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, sending a shock of pain through you, but you didn’t mind too much. He was so incredibly passionate, treating you like a work of art instead of an employee. One of his hands stopped supporting you so it could glaze over your breasts, giving them hard squeezes and twists, all while planting kisses all over the bite marks on your collar bone. 

He continued pumping, making your arch your back and lean into him for support..

“Lin, I’m-”

“I know.”

He pushed you further up against the wall.

His hand traveled to your throat, wrapping his fingers around it and giving you light squeezes before continuing to your scalp and giving your sharp pulls on handfuls of your hair.

It was too much.

You came all over him, sending shakes through your body and leaving you with nothing but an indescribable feeling of success and short, heavy breaths.

He continued, able to hold out longer, but definitely getting close.

Your stomach still tingled from the dwindling orgasm as Lin’s pushes began to become sloppy and out of time.

Then, all at once, he let go. 

Breathes becoming short and heavy, he thrusted into you one last time before finally releasing. You relished the feeling of him filling your pussy with warm, hot cum. He pressed one final hard kiss against your lips before finally pulling out of you completely. Your sloppily breathing began to regain balance as he lowered you back onto the floor so you could stand. 

What followed next could only be referred to as the calm after the storm. You both dressed in silence, only exchanging little stolen glances in place of words.

The experience was great, but you weren’t sure that you felt comfortable now being in this situation. You had just fucked your boss.

You were pulling on your shorts when Lin finally spoke up again.

“So… that was a nice way to relieve some stress after a show.” he said with a small grin as he zipped his pants up.

You were silent.

After he realized that you had no intention of responding, he looked up at you, eyebrows raised with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“I just…” you trailed off.

“I’m sorry if I-”

“This just isn’t professional, Lin.”

Now it was his turn to be silent.

“I have a lot of feelings for you, and I don’t regret what happened a single bit. But I don’t think this can ever happen again.”

He said nothing.

“I really do care about you, but I can’t put my reputation at risk. I don’t want anyone thinking that you hired me so I could be your fucktoy.”

He seemed bewildered. Still concerned, but taken aback by the curveball you had just thrown him.

“Listen, I should go.” you said, turning to leave.

“Wait.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, spinning back to face him.

“Yes?”

“I love you, (Y/N).”

Boom.

“I just wanted to say that. Before I couldn’t. You’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever worked with. You have this aura about you that always calms me down whenever things are way too stressful. You’re gorgeous and intelligent and… please just stick around. I don’t know how I’ll manage without you.”

You took a deep breath.

“I’ll stick around, Lin. But not like this. Not for this.”

He looked incredibly crestfallen and his eyes begged you to stay. He took a step towards you and began to reach his arm out to you, as if to console.

“…I should go.” you blurted out before blitzing through his dressing room door, cascading down the steps and back out into the busy street.

The city air splashed against your face, creating a chaotic mixture between the cold wind and your hot tears.

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4, please!

4. - One Chance

She wasn’t sure how long she stood, hesitant and shivering, outside his cabin. She’d been so certain when she’d tossed the covers off her legs in the crew quarters and hurried from her bunk, but now that she stood at his door, staring at the cold durasteel, the heated determination and wild, freeing recklessness of her desire and her fear were overcome by the misgivings that had been plaguing her since they left Hoth.

He’s leaving, Leia told herself, fingers curling her hands into tight fists. He’s leaving, and how will you feel after he’s gone? How could you recover from it if you do this right before he walks out of your life forever?

Her teeth bit into her lip. Every night trapped sublight with him had been torture–every longing glance he’d tried to hide a torment. It was obvious that he wanted her–she’d known that for a long time. It was even clear to her that he cared about her, but…

But she was in love with him. There was no denying that anymore. His kiss–oh, goddess, that first kiss–had leveled all her carefully compiled resolve to ruin. It had almost physically hurt when he’d kissed her, even though it was more tender and gentle than she’d ever imagined he would be. It had been agony, because it was too late. She’d wanted to scream at him, after. How could he have kissed her then, when she had to bear it and know that it was only a taste of what could have been–when she’d been waiting for it for years, falling for him for years? She’d finally begun trying to accept that she would never know his lips against hers–because he was leaving, damn him, he’d said he was finally going to leave–take off and never look back. Never come back. She couldn’t forget the cold slap it had been in the command center, to hear his casual goodbye. Still she half-felt the roiling hurt and devastation and anger that had rooted her to the spot in the south passage, after he’d left her abandoned and bereft, plastering bacta patches over a sadly bruised heart and bitterly wondering how he’d even gotten through the stalwart fortifications she’d so desperately built around it in the first place. It was cruel of him, to kiss her after all that. Cruel that he hadn’t kissed her sooner. Cruel that he’d kissed her while still planning to leave.

She wanted to resent him for that kiss, but her damaged heart had begun a frantic beat–a frenzied, yearning rhythm, and instead of hating him each day on their slow journey to Bespin, she found only that she wanted him more than she ever had. So much in fact that she stood half-dressed at his door, deciding whether or not she dared go in and…

And make love with him.

This could be your one chance, she argued with herself. Don’t you want to know what it’s like, just once, to be with him? To know how it feels to give yourself to a man you love? Don’t you want him? Isn’t that why you leapt out of bed? Because you want him, and you want him to be your first?

I want him to be my only, she answered herself, desperate and troubled and anxious. I want him to love me back, and it’s foolish to do this without knowing if he does.

Leia scrubbed her hands over her face. She’d be hurt if she slept with him and then he left her. She’d be hurt if she took that wild, vulnerable leap and it didn’t mean to him what it would for her. But she’d be haunted if she didn’t do it. She’d live every day for the rest of her life wondering how it would have been, what would have happened.

One chance.

No, a second chance. She’d thought she’d never see him again, and yet she’d found herself back on his ship, hurtling through space together for five weeks.

Her battered heart was pounding.

Leia opened the door.

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"Are fucking kidding me..."

Mike cursed as he hit traffic, coming to a complete stop and effectively making him late.  He hit the steering wheel, his car taking the beating for his frustration. Reaching for his phone on the passenger seat, the leather jacket he’d thrown on strained at the reach.  Checking for messages, the screen illuminates to a picture Ginny had taken last month, her mouth is quirked into some silly face, and he’s not even looking, his gaze completely on her, a soft smile hidden in his beard at her antics.

But no messages.

He tosses the phone back into the seat, running his hand over his face, exhaustion stretching over him as his lack of sleep last night catches up to him.

It had been a quiet night, he’d watched TV, periodically checking the time, trying to keep his eyes open as long as he could, before he reluctantly dragged himself to bed.  Settling his phone in the spot next to him, illuminating the screen every time he found himself rolling over to empty space.

When the alarm had sounded, he’d gotten little to no sleep, and the idea of functioning in the world seemed a heavy task.  And he should’ve taken the hint.

On his way to the bathroom his toe had caught on the edge of the doorway, letting out a litany of curses.  He’d squeezed too much toothpaste out, and spent way too much time trying to get the goo back in before throwing the whole thing against the wall.

The coffee maker hadn’t been set, so the timer hadn’t made anything, leaving him running on a caffeine-less morning, the clock on his oven mocking him, as he realized he didn’t even have time to quickly make something.

At that he’d thrown his head back, as if asking what he’d done to deserve this.

Stumbling to his car, he’d found his gas tank low, his stop to refuel serving him up just enough time to hit morning traffic.

Inch by small inch he’d finally made it to the stadium, late, angry, and annoyed with everything and everyone.

Entering the clubhouse, he’d all but thrown his bag at his chair, ripping off his jacket, and biting everyone’s head off who dared make a jab at him being late.

Blip takes in his disheveled state.  “Rough night?”

He literally growls at him.

“I had 13 boys running around the house and Evelyn and Ginny wine drunk, I should be the one in a mood.”

Mike just glares at him.

“You missed her, didn’t you?”

“Stop,” he warns.

“Admit it, man, you can’t sleep without her.”

His loud “SHUT UP” was heard, just as she walked in, the guys throwing her a warning look, that didn’t even have her smile faltering.

She saunters up to him, full grizzly bear on display, his growl scarier than his bite.  She leans against the wood of his cubby.

“So how was your night?” She teases, glancing down at his socks with a snicker.  He looks down and finds they don’t even match.

“Ugh, fuck,” he says, letting out a deep sigh.

“That good, huh?”

“It was fine,” he grits out the last word, making eye contact with a silent plea.

Blip raises his eyebrows at them.

Grabbing his hand, she drags the half dressed grouch into her closet.

He immediately plants his hands on her hips, as she moves to pat his face, her fingers running through his beard.

“You are such a mess without me,” she jokes, and he buries his head in her neck, a soft grunt of reluctant admittance to her claim.

“Don’t worry, old man, I’m all yours tonight,” she promises.

He separates from her, a grin on his face.  “You missed me, huh?”

“Maybe,” she says with a casual shrug of her shoulder. 

“Maybe?” He says, pulling her close again, his hands framing her face, and she grabs onto the belt loops of his jeans.

“No more than you missed me,” she murmurs, and he runs his finger over the indent of her dimple.

“Then you must have missed me a lot.”

“A lot?”

“A lot,” he whispers onto her lips.  

“Mmm,” she moans into him.

“Plus, it was too quiet without your jackhammer snoring,”he mocks. 

Fully accepting the teasing hit to the chest from her, in exchange for the cute blush she tries to hide.  

God he missed her.

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Put That Phone Down

Audrey Jensen X Y/N

A/N: It’s a little cheesy, but I hope you enjoy. I’ve been having a hard time getting myself to write lately and I apologize. This is a little fluffy and cheesy. This fic is basically about Audrey and her girlfriend hanging out. I apologize if the writing is a bit weird. Idk. I didn’t want to post this, but it’s done. have a good night.

Music that inspired this update: Lost Kings - Phone Down ft. Emily Warren

You sat on the edge of Audrey’s bed with your phone in hand, everyone had become more obsessed with their phones over the year, more than the usual and with good reason. Mainly since your friends were getting anonymous texts that usually lead to a death of another friend or information about it. In anxiety you kept your phone above a 50% charge at all times just in case you were to receive another text or a call from a distressed friend. Today after school you were spending time with your girlfriend, it was a friday and plans were up in the air.
Audrey was moving around in the background. The room suddenly gets dark as she slides the curtains close over the large windows that exposed most of her room to the world. Little slithers of light sprinkle through out the room. You lazily plop down on to the bed and hold your phone up to eye and start to scroll through the usual social media pages. Brooke had posted another selfie with perfect makeup, Stavo another drawing, Emma had posted a photo of a leaf made with steamed milk in a coffee, and Noah had posted a photo of a horror movie poster that had just been added to the side of the theatre Audrey worked at. They all seem to be distracted from what was happening in town, but there you were anxious for more of it, more signs, more ways to solve who the killer was.

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Caught - Muke

Originally posted by honeymalum

Just look at them…how can you not want both of them to take you at the same time?


“Where the fuck is she?” Calum asked impatiently desperately needing a cig. He looked to his watching huffing once again as Luke shoved his hands in his pockets, baseball cap on top of his head as he sent the girl another text asking where she was. The guys had asked y/n to come on tour with them, mostly for the week break they had now that they were spending in California knowing she had always wanted to go to Malibu.

“Luke, go get your girlfriend,” Ashton teased causing Luke to roll his eyes flipping his friend off.

“Suck a dick, Ashton. She’s not my girlfriend,” he muttered, cheeks turning a slight red color as the three boys snickered.

“Whatever you say there, Romeo,” Michael chuckled before nodding to the elevator. “We’ll go make sure she didn’t slip in the shower or something. We’ll meet you guys over there.” Luke followed behind slipping his phone into his pocket before fishing for the spare room key of hers he had. “What do you think she’s doing up there? Usually she’s the first ready.”

“I don’t know? Why are you asking me?”

“Because you’ve known her for fifteen years? I don’t know,” Michael said as the elevator doors slid open on the fifteenth floor. They took the long walk down the hall stopping at the last door on the right, Luke sliding the key card in opening the door to the sound of Bad Girlfriend by Theory of A Deadman playing in her Bluetooth speaker she had brought from home, y/n lying on the bed with her eyes closed, shirt pulled up to her chest, bottom half bare as she pumped two fingers inside of her, moans escaping her lips. She was half dressed, face full of makeup proving she had attempted to get ready, but somewhere along the way became too desperate to finish without getting herself off. Luke quietly shut the door behind him so no one in the hallway would see or hear her, neither boy removing their gaze from her body as blood rushed to their cocks.

“Do we stop her?” Luke whispered palming at himself slightly.

“Why not see if she needs any help,” Michael muttered back doing the same as Luke, their eyes raking over her body as she squirmed under her own touch desperately wishing it was their touch making her crazy. They made their way to the bed quietly, Luke’s hand covering her mouth as Michael grabbed at her hands, y/n screaming into Luke’s hand until she caught sight of both boys, a deep blush creeping onto her face. “It’s alright, sweetheart. We’re here to help.” Luke hummed in agreement climbing onto the bed kneeling by her head.

“When’s the last time someone gave you an orgasm baby?” Luke questioned caressing her face as Michael ran his hands along the inside of her spread thighs, a whimper escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered closed.

“I don’t remember,” she muttered not sure if this was a dream, but at this point she didn’t care. It had been too long since she got off on something that wasn’t her fingers. Her eyes snapped open at the feeling of something wet running between her folds, a loud moan leaving her lips at the sight of Michael between her legs, Luke chuckling as he kicked off his shoes, y/n’s eyes snapping to him watching him touch himself through his jeans. “Luke,” she breathed out, the blonde’s eyes snapping towards hers as she let out another desperate whine before making grabby hands at his pants. He shuffled closer to her as Michael made himself comfortable in front of her of her dripping core taking his time to clean up the arousal with his tongue. Y/n unbuttoned his pants, reaching into his boxers pulling out his hard on pumping it in her hands, a soft moan leaving his lips as he watched her. She slowly slipped his length in her mouth teasing him, the warmth from her mouth causing him to screw his eyes shut in an attempt to hold himself from a release so quickly.

“Holding up there, Hemmings?” Michael teased chuckling before going back to his mid afternoon snack, y/n moaning around Luke’s cock, Luke shooting his friend a quick look before closing his eyes again throwing his head back in pleasure as she sucked harshly at the tip.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moaned, her moans becoming more needy as her body started to thrash from pleasure, Michael grabbing her hips holding her in place continuing to get her off with just his tongue. Her legs started to shake on either side of his head, Michael humming in content on being able to get the girl off, her arousal falling on his tongue that was still inside of her lapping up her cum, humming once again at how sweet she tasted. He let go of her legs moving away from her as she flipped over onto her stomach to show a bit more attention to her best friend who’s dick was currently down her throat.

“Look at you, y/n just accepting a threesome like the dirty girl you are. I always knew you were kinky,” Michael said pulling off his hat and cutoff, stripping off his jeans and boxers as well leaving him bare as he fished for a condom in his wallet. “Or are you just that desperate and greedy that you want both cocks?” He ran his fingers through her folds causing her to moan again, fighting with Luke’s hands to remove him from her mouth to look at Michael for a moment, jacking off Luke’s length as she bit her bottom lip. Luke tugged on her hair bringing her attention back to him as Michael entered her slowly, not waiting for her to get used to him once they were skin to skin, snapping his hips quickly causing a throaty moan to escape her, Luke pressing her face as close as she would go so her nose was against his happy trail, the feeling of her throat contracting around him as she choked made his legs shake.

Of course, just as he wanted to shoot his cum down her throat, his phone started ringing the familiar ringtone that belonged to Calum, Luke knowing he couldn’t ignore it answered the phone with a small squeak for a ‘hello’, Michael laughing at how pathetic he sounded.

“You alright mate? Where are you three?” Calum asked, Michael pounding into y/n as she was practically screaming around Luke’s dick, skin slapping together filling the walls of the hotel room, Michael’s fingers digging into her hips leaving bruises.

“We…the hotel,” Luke said trying his best to sound normal, but it was hard when he was getting probably some of the best head of his life.

“You’re still at the hotel? What the fuck?” Luke’s eyes shut as he held it together trying to think of something else that didn’t have to do with the fact she was now playing with his balls, on top of choking on his dick. But, when he felt her teeth lightly graze the skin on his cock before she started to just suck at the tip, that was when he lost it letting out a low moan, pulling at her hair as he came in her mouth, the line going silent as he blushed embarrassed, y/n swallowing it all, licking the tip clean before licking at her own lips, a smirk on her face as she watched him.

“What…the fuck…was that…are you having fucking sex? Where the fuck’s Michael?” Calum’s questions came spewing out as Luke watched y/n’s eyes roll back into her head, eyes moving down watching Michael pound into her causing the blood to rush to his dick once again.

“I’ll call you back, Cal,” he muttered into the phone before hanging up. Michael thrusted into her one finally time, letting go of her hips as he thrusted into her, y/n collapsing onto the bed, her arms being too weak to hold her up any longer as Michael took off the condom, rubbing at his still prominent erection as she whimpered, being so close to her second orgasm only to have it taken away from her. “Flip over, sweetheart.” She did as she was told, rolling onto her back looking at Luke, only to have Michael grab her arms, pulling her to the edge of her bed so her head was hanging off as Luke entered her pussy, Michael taking her mouth this time. She gripped onto the duvet beneath them to keep her from falling, Luke’s arms gripping her legs holding them closed and over a shoulder as he thrusted into her roughly, the new angle making her seem extremely tight, both of them moaning loudly as Michael fucked her mouth carefully not wanting to choke her too bad, knowing the position wasn’t the most comfortable.

“Fuck, you’re good with your mouth,” Michael moaned as she started to suck harshly before letting him slide down her throat slowly until he was fully in her mouth, a low groan leaving him. “Fucking hell, y/n,” he muttered releasing down her throat, y/n humming at the feeling of his cum sliding down her throat as he pulled out, y/n letting out desperate moans as Luke continued to fuck her, switching positions again to be able to kiss at her neck, her hands getting tangled in his hair as Michael chuckled shaking his head watching them as he put his clothes back on.

“L-luke…I,” she started, being cut off by his lips on hers, a hand between them rubbing at her clit as she reached her second orgasm, the feeling of clenching around him being enough for him to reach his second orgasm, releasing inside of her, lips still locked as their tongues fought for dominance, Luke’s movements halting, holding her tight to him before pulling back slightly, the two looking at each other, lip between Luke’s teeth as he tried to catch his breath.

“I-,” he started being cut off by a pounding on the door, all three heads turning to the door quickly.

“You three are un fucking believable!” Ashton yelled, Calum agreeing with him as they all laughed.

“Nice fucking job, Luke. You got us caught.”

I’ve seen people before talk about how awesome a character Regina Mills is because she gets to be angry so often, which doesn’t happen often with female characters, and I agree, it’s awesome to see a female character having anger as a part of her personality.

But what I love about Regina is that she is violently angry. 

Usually, with women, we’re expected to be quite in our anger. We’re suppose to be the secret killers, “poison is a woman’s weapon” and all that. Our anger is supposed to be subdued, to be gentle, if that were at all possible.

So I absolutely love that, when Regina is angry, she is incredibly violent. She smashes mirrors, she throws glasses to shatter them on walls, she rips hearts out with her own hands and crushes them, she tears dresses in half, she screams at the top of her lungs, she completely loses control. And for a woman who is all about control, it’s amazing how much anger encompasses her, how much control it has over her.

Because for me, that kind of anger is real. When I’m angry, I want to smash something, I want to kick and scream and punch until the anger is gone. And I can’t do that, because it’s not right to lash out when you’re angry. So I love to watch Regina break shit when she’s angry, because she lets out her anger and, I dunno, I find relief in that.

Blue

I can’t remember what you call it…Smut Sunday?

Happy Smut Sunday.

Set very early on in my Rymelia/Omelia world, perhaps a couple weeks after “Slow Down”.

Owen sighed in content as the hot water drenched his entire being. He hadn’t showered with warm water in four days, with the trailer’s water heater dying on him and all. Not to mention the cold Seattle weather that didn’t make it any easier. Today had been the last straw, with the temperature reaching almost 10 degrees Celsius.

“Are you gonna be in there any longer?” a familiar female voice called from the other side of the shower curtain. This was the male’s shower room, right?

Opening the curtain a little and sticking his head through, Owen was surprised to see Amelia on the other side, duffel bag and towel in hand. “Uh, I think you’re in the wrong shower room.”

“There’s no warm water in the female shower room,” she reasoned, “I’m not gonna bathe in cold water, in an air conditioned facility, on an especially cold day.”

“Well, I’ve got about ten more minutes, twenty if I wash my hair,” Owen estimated, “Unless you’d like to join me in here.” There was a mischievous smile on his face.

“Seriously?” Amelia asked, an amused smile on her face. “I can see it now; chief of surgery caught showering with an attending.”

“You’re the chief of neurosurgery,” he pointed out.

“Not unless Derek leaves,” she reminded him.

“I’m only trying to provide the most time conservative solution.” Owen shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to look innocent.

“Sure you are.” She shook her head, setting her stuff down.

“So you’re coming in?” Owen sought to confirm.

“If I come in there, your 20 minute shower will turn into a 1 hour shower,” she said.

“Why are you always under the assumption that we’re going to have sex?” Owen asked, a cheesy grin on his face now.

“Because it’s happened before?” she exclaimed, “The on-call room, your trailer, your office?”

“Hmm, I think the water is getting cooler,” he taunted.

“Owen!”

“Okay, fine!” he laughed, “I promise I won’t try to have sex with you if you come in here.”

“Thank you,” she sighed.

“Unless you want to.” Her eyes bore angrily into his as she undressed, making him smile even wider. He was enjoying making her uncomfortable.

“Just move over,” she grumbled, pushing Owen out of the stream of water. She sighed happily when she felt the warm water touch her skin, and all thoughts about anything else in the world disappeared. That is, until she felt his chest press against her back.

“I need water to get clean too,” he said. She could feel every crevice of his body touching her back and her cheeks flushed at the thought of him standing naked behind her like that. But she was determined to be unfazed by his presence, even if she could feel his lower regions against her butt.

“What are you doing?” she accused, her heart racing wildly in her chest. She watched as his hand reached over her right shoulder to grab the bath sponge and bar of soap resting on the stand in front of them, next to his shampoo.

“I need my sponge and soap to get clean,” he whispered in her ear. He was teasing her, spitefully.

“I wonder what people will think if they find out the chief bathes with a hot pink bath sponge,” Amelia pondered, eyeing the sponge in his hand.

“They’ll think ‘how does she know that?’” Owen retorted, “’Does she bathe with him in the men’s shower room?’”

“Or maybe she just saw it fall out of his bag one morning,” she quipped.

“Or maybe,” he said, bringing the lathered sponge to her navel, “She let the chief bathe her with it one morning.” He slowly rubbed the sponge up her stomach, to the middle of her chest.

“Owen…” she warned.

“This isn’t sex,” he reminded her, running the sponge over one breast before running it over the other.

“How is this…?”

“Because this is all I’m doing…” he said, bringing the sponger over her shoulder and down her back, towards her butt, “…bathing you.” He continued like that until her entire body was lathered in soap, down to her legs. Amelia turned around and took the sponge from him, passing it over his chest and down his body, making sure to pass directly over his member, before coming back up the same way. Owen simply watched with an amused smile on his face as she gave him a taste of his own medicine. Once he was fully lathered, however, Amelia went one step further by taking his shampoo and squeezing a handful of it in his hair. She let her fingers softly run through his golden locks, occasionally tugging on his hair in the way she’d recently learned he liked. She smiled triumphantly when his eyes closed in pleasure; she was beating him at his own game.

Before she could go any further, Owen pulled his head back and out of her grasp, thwarting her plans. “That was sexual harassment and you know it.”

“And bathing me wasn’t?” she replied, stepping into the stream of water to rinse off the soap.

“No, it wasn’t,” he chuckled, stepping under the water with her too, “This is sexual harassment.” His hands snaked around her lower back and moved to cup her butt, squeezing eagerly at it.

Amelia yelped in surprise and pushed on his chest, not expecting him to do that. Owen simply grinned in response, that cheeky, know-it-all grin he did when he knew that he’d gotten the response he wanted. “You are a stupid, manipulative bastard.”

“Say more,” Owen encouraged her, backing her against the wall, “I like it when you talk dirty.”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I got into this shower with you.”

“Because you like me,” he answered for her, lowering his face close enough to hers that their noses were mere centimetres from touching.

“I don’t like you,” she argued, her eyes darting to his lips and contradicting her entire previous statement.

“So then why did you come in here?” he asked, his fingertips running up her back then down it, “Why did you come into my office, my trailer, and that on call room?”

“Unlike you,” Amelia punctuated, trying to look anywhere but at him, “I can have sex and not form emotions. Unlike you, I can bathe with a boy and not try anything.” The fact that he was staring intently at her lips didn’t help with her efforts to ignore his advances.

“A boy?” he chuckled, slowly kneeling down, “So I’m a boy now?” Before she could formulate an answer, she felt his tongue lick the inside of her upper thigh.

“Yes, because this is exactly what a boy would do,” she managed to say. Her hands laced into his hair and pulled on it when she felt his tongue venture further up her leg. He made a trail upwards, circling a few time around her navel before going up her chest and to the bottom of her chin.

“That was a form of sex, you know,” she quipped when he stood back up.

“I didn’t hear any complaints,” he answered, dotting wet kisses all over her neck, under her chin and behind her ear. His hands returned to her lower back and pulled her close enough that his lips met with hers. She could definitely feel him poking against her stomach as he sucked on her bottom lip, but she was slowly losing her will.

“Whatever happened to your promise of no sex or sexual harassment?” she inquired, biting the inside of her cheek to refrain from vocalising her pleasure at him nibbling on her ear lobe.

“I don’t recall promising no sexual harassment,” he breathed in her ear, “But if you’re feeling harassed, I’ll stop.” Although he said he’d stop, he made no motion to do so. Instead, he turned her around and began placing kisses down her back, knowing they would tickle her.

“Stop!” she squealed, trying to put her hands behind her to push him away.

“Okay, okay!” he laughed, holding his hands up and stepping away, “I’m done for real this time.”

“You are the devil,” she grumbled when she turned around. The smug grin on his face made her smile and shake her head, although she wanted to remain stern.

“Does this mean we’re going to have sex now?” he asked, desperately needing a release after all that foreplay.

“Gosh, look at the time!” Amelia exclaimed, staring at the invisible watch on her hand, “I’m going to be late for rounds if I don’t leave right now!”

Owen’s grin faltered for a moment. “Wait, what?”

“I’d hate to make a bad impression on my colleagues by being late, if I’m going to eventually take Derek’s job,” she claimed, already stepping out of the shower and taking her towel. He turned off the water and followed her out, wrapping his towel around his waist.

“I went down on you,” he reminded her. Already half-dressed, she simply shrugged her shoulders and watched as he tried to manoeuvre his hard-on into his pair of boxers and then his scrub pants, laughing boisterously when it stuck horizontally out at her despite the layers of clothing which he hoped would’ve kept it vertical. “This is not funny.”

“This is very funny,” she corrected him. “You look like you overdosed on Viagra.”

Owen’s face turned red with embarrassment. “And I’m the devil?”

“Good luck with your blue balls,” she told him, gathering her stuff and leaving quickly before he could throw profanities at her. After a couple minutes of huffing, puffing and cursing, Owen eventually managed to leave the bathroom, covering what was left of his erection with his lab coat.

“Here come dat boi” shouted Yui to her sister from another mister Ricchan.

“O shit waddup” Ritsu responded before falling to the floor, clearly still messed up from the drinks she drank and the weeds she danked.

Houkago Meme Time; chapter I, @badartforrecess (2016)

This painting is for my fantastic friend @snuggablesweet. I’m the Glinda, she’s Elphaba. BRITTA is the ANN PERKINS to my LESLIE KNOPE, say a word against her and I FIGHT YOU.  

She and her husband FINALLY moved back to Utah and how do I celebrate? By moving to China. So Britta, it well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime…(just kidding, we’ll skype you poetic and noble land mermaid) but you’ll be with me. ilu.

I Will Not

Part Two

Yugyeom x Reader

 Words: 533 

Genre: suggestive ?? Very light angst ?? 

Summary: Kim Yugyeom lives in the dorm room next to you and is constantly bringing girls home.

 ~

 Of course he would get the dorm room right next to mine. Of course.

 I’ve gone to school with Kim Yugyeom since kindergarten. He used to be so sweet. I don’t know what happened. But somewhere between middle school and high school, he became a total fuckboy. I have no clue how many girls he’s slept with, and if we’re being honest, he’s probably lost count too. 

 But now I have the pleasure of sharing a wall with the kid. So guess who gets to hear every scream and moan that comes from his room. Yeah. Me.

 I’ve gotten used to it by now. I usually just block it out by putting headphones on. But they broke. And Yugyeom just got home with his new victim. 

 I could hear them crashing around his room for a couple minutes. And then the moans started. There was no way I was about to sit here and listen to this all night. I need to study. He can keep it in his pants for one night until I can get new headphones.

 I made my way out of my room and walked a couple feet to his door. I was just going to knock and kindly ask them to not have sex tonight, when the door swung open. My eyes widened at the girl in front of me. She was half dressed, her hair a mess. She had tears running down her face. When she saw me, she scoffed, pushing past me.

 "Fuck you, Yugyeom!“ She shouted before storming down the hall. 

 A couple seconds later, he came to the door in only a pair of sweatpants, which were hanging dangerously low on his hips. He leaned against the door frame, smirking.

 "Hey, baby girl. Need something?” My eyes weren’t on his face, but instead on his body. He was fucking perfect. But hearing that nickname made my eyes find his, chocking on my own saliva. His smile grew as he laughed. 

 "I just came to ask you to q-quiet down,“ I stuttered. 

 He took a step towards me and I took a step back. This continued until I was backed up against the wall opposite of his dorm, with him standing so close I could barley breathe.

 "You could join me.” He pressed even closer to me, his hands on the wall, caging me.

 "I’m not going to be just another one of your desperate fuck toys,“ I spat.

 "You’re different.”

 "How?“

 "I’ve had my eyes on you for years now baby.”

 He leaned in, attaching is lips to my neck. He had one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my waist. And God, it felt good. But we were in the middle of the hallway. And he was Kim Yugyeom. The biggest fuckboy around. So I put my hands on his broad chest and pushed him away. I didn’t dare to look at him because I knew that if I did, I would get lost in him.

 I ran straight to my room and slammed the door shut. 

 'I will not sleep with Kim Yugyeom, I will not sleep with Kim Yugyeom, I will not sleep with Kim Yugyeom.’

 ~

 Part 2?? Maybe, if anyone wants it.

anonymous asked:

Can you write drabbles based on the gifs of the boys and candy cuddling that you posted earlier? I love how you write <3

Aw thanks anon! I hope you enjoy the drabbles! Castiel’s drabble is a bit more sexual in nature, thus making it slightly mature/suggestive content though it’s not NSFW nor is it explicit.

In reference to this post. I’ve also included the same gifs I used in that post for each drabble.

Originally posted by loveviral

Nathaniel

She was already asleep when he entered the room, causing him to shake his head with a small smile. Leave it to Candy to fall asleep in the same amount of time it took him to shower. He really should have expected it as she was fairly tired when they reached his apartment after a long date. It was a miracle he was able to get her into the apartment at all before she fell asleep.

At least she had time to change, he noted as he spotted the white tank top and sweat shorts – a standard, comfortable pair of clothes she kept at his apartment for nights such as this. He yawned and sluggishly headed for the bed, the excitement and energy he had previously were now long gone.

He had just began to climb into bed when Candy stirred. Her eyes were still closed peacefully from what he could see as she still (for the most part) had her back to him.

“Careful,” Candy’s voice was soft and barely even half-awake, “Watch out for White.”

He glanced down. Sure enough, the white bundle of fur was fast asleep against Candy’s back, but was stretched out across a relatively good portion of Nathaniel’s side of bed.

“I thought you were asleep,” he commented with a yawn as he very carefully plucked White up from the bed and moved her to where she was supposed to be sleeping – the small bunch of old blankets that were an impromptu cat bed.

“I was,” Candy muttered, her voice muffled as she buried her face into the pillow, “But it’s hard to sleep when I’m alone.”

Nathaniel’s expression softened as he finally got into his spot beside her in the bed. The blankets barely covered them – partly because it was a tad too warm for them and partly because White had claimed a majority of the blanket for her cat bed. He tenderly wrapped his arms around her as he snuggled into her back, burying his face into the nape of her neck.

“You’re never alone.”

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Castiel

Everyone had a particular after-sex routine they followed. Some took showers. Some napped. Some ate. But in their case, Castiel felt as if there was no special after-sex routine. It was always different. Sometimes, Candy wanted to cuddle, other time she wanted her space. There were a few times that one of them would even just get up, get dressed, and leave (usually because something came up and they needed to leave immediately – there were never hurt feelings when that happened). Usually, one or both of them would jump in the shower before going to the kitchen for a snack.

But he never had never seen her like this. She had never wanted to just stop right before the actual sex started. She was tired. Her head hurt. She didn’t feel like it. She explained it carefully to him, apologizing for the sudden lack of sex drive, as if he would get mad at her. He wasn’t. While sex was nice and he was looking forward to it, he was okay with whatever she wanted to do. Just being with her was enough for him.

Candy’s head rested tenderly on his shoulder, her hands resting on his chest. He was still shirtless, having planned on their little ‘sleepover’ to be a bit more active, and even she was only half-dressed with a simple white sports bra and a pair of his boxers. He wasn’t sure when she had gotten hold of his underwear, but it suited her.

He wrapped an arm around her, his hand resting on her shoulder as he brought her close to him. His eyes glanced down at her. She was barely even awake, her chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths. A protective, loving feeling rose in his gut. The strong, powerful emotion to protect her from everything. That he loved her too much to ever let anything happen to her.

He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, I’ll never let you go.

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Lysander (Minor Episode 31 spoilers)

Lysander’s eyes were droopy, sad. His eyebrows furrowed with concern. He couldn’t help the growing worry in his chest when Candy slept next to him in the midst of what he knew was a bad dream. She tossed and turned, her feet kicking slightly as if she were running. Her eyes were shut too tight, a light sweat gathered on her brow, and he could hear her frantic breaths over the small fan they had in the room.

Candy never talked about whatever she dreamed about. She usually claimed to forget whatever it was the next morning. Other times she was more honest about just not wanting to talk about it. He respected that, even if it did nothing but make his worry for her grow.

But what hurt the most was that he could guess what the subject of her nightmares was. She had talked in her sleep in the past and a few times, she slipped up about the subject. His memory may never be all there, but when it came to her, he remembered each word and he was soon able to put the small pieces of the puzzle together.

His nightmares were about him. It was a painful stab to his chest that even now, after the accident, after he recovered,  after his memory returned, that she was still having nightmares about him getting ran over. About him not remembering her, their love, their memories.

He reached out to her, bringing her to close to him. She curled onto his chest as his arms kept a loving, if a bit tight, grip around her. His own heart was beating rather quick, but it wasn’t long before Candy calmed in his arms. Her muscles relaxed as she rested her head peacefully on his chest, her arms between their bodies, and a stray leg sneaked between his own.

“I’m here, love,” Lysander whispered tenderly, placing a kiss on her head, blinking back any emotions and tears, “I’ll always be here.”

Originally posted by couplezzz

Armin

He woke up to the sound of someone saying his name. It was a familiar voice, if a bit jokingly whiny. He blinked back to reality, groggy and tired, smacking his lips at the morning taste in his mouth. It took him a minute to finally see the source of the voice. Candy was straddling him, her legs on either side of him, dressed in her most comfortable pajamas- panties and a tank top. She was relaxed, leaning back slightly, but with big pouting lips and puppy dog eyes.

He almost forgot that Candy had, once again, spent the night at his house for (yet another) all-nighter. This time they had binge watched all of the first season of Buffy The Vampire Slayer. They had started with the movie at around three thirty in the afternoon the previous day, followed by the unaired pilot episode of the TV series, and then completed the entire first season by the insane hour of four-thirty in the morning. He glanced tiredly at the clock. It was only eight o'clock in the morning.

“Candy,” he groaned, not even making an effort to get him off of her, “it’s too early. Go back to bed.”

With a speed he didn’t even know he was capable of with just under four hours of sleep, he grabbed the pillow under his head and tossed it at her. She made a squawking noise of surprise at the sudden attack, but he didn’t give her a chance to throw the pillow back at him as he sat up, wrapped his arms around her waist, and then fell back onto the bed, taking her with him.

“Armin,” she squirmed in his grasp on top of him, “Let me go.”

His eyes were already closed, mimicking sleep, and he’d be lying if he said he was completely awake. His arms relaxed a bit around her, but she didn’t make any true attempt at breaking free. She placed a loving kiss on his lips briefly before placing a quick one on his neck. An attempt at bribery for freedom. It was tempting, but he didn’t let go.

“Nope,” he didn’t even open his eyes, “I’m going back to bed and so are you.”

She relaxed in his arms, accepting defeat as she rested her head on his chest.

“Why because I need my beauty sleep,” her tone was a bit snarky, but lacked any real menace.

“No, but with less than four hours of sleep even Alexy could defeat you at Mario Kart.”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Kentin

Candy rested peacefully on the couch. She wasn’t asleep, but it was clear she was fully relaxed as her eyes lazily read the magazine in her hands. A half glass of wine sat on the coffee table beside her. Kentin couldn’t help but think she looked rather mature and yet cute at the same time as she wore his old sweater. They both knew that now that his days as Ken were over, he wouldn’t be wearing the old green sweater anymore. Candy took it upon herself to use it as her favorite overnight pajamas.

“Do you ever think about the future,” he asked, a bit groggily as it was the later evening.

Candy raised an eyebrow, a small questioning hum rising in her throat. Kentin huffed a bit, coming toward the couch before slowly plopping down on top of her. She sighed, setting her magazine aside, before she adjusted herself more comfortably on the couch so all of his weight wasn’t on top of her.

“I mean about our future,” he explained, resting his head on her chest, his arms gently draped on either side of her, “What it holds for us? A marriage? A family? What if we can’t even have kids? Or what if I get deployed before we can get married and then die in battle?”

He buried his face into her chest, the uncertainty of the unknown weighing heavily in his mind. Candy’s expression softened, any shard of irritability at the interruption of her quiet time faded away. Her face buried into his hair as one of her hands rested on his side, the other rubbing comforting circles on his head.

“I think you’re thinking a bit too far ahead.”

Kentin hummed, muttering a few words she couldn’t quite make out, before he looked up at her.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. As long as we’re together, there’s nothing to worry about.”