Series Summary: “Oh yeah definitely a little suspicious bag of chips, never can trust anything or one.” You smiled, putting in your number into his phone.
He laughed. “Yeah, you’ve got no clue.”
“See you Steve.” You smirked walking down the aisle.
Steve watched as she walked away back to something that would be ‘normal’ Shopping for groceries every Wednesday, he’d been watching her and looking her up for months now getting an idea as to what is her normal schedule. Work all week then on the weekends stay in and maybe grade or watch Netflix, Wednesdays grocery shopping, Thursdays out to eat, Friday relax and repeat, normal. He walked out with a smirk and headed to his car driving off.
Pairing:Steve Kemp x Reader
Warning’s: Manipulation, drugging, Stalking, and Smut
Word count:1298
A/n: Here’s the first part I hope you all like it the next coming parts should be longer than this one, feedback is appreciated, thx-SSITKOW
TAGS:established relationship, female reader, cursing, striptease, sexual touching
SUMMARY:“How about you forget the dishes and finish that little dance you were doin’, maybe get out of these wet clothes while you’re at it?” he offers
A/N:based on this Anon ask where Roy wants a little striptease. In order to write this comfortably, I had to add a little extra safety net. Also, the striptease part is short, not very descriptive, and not the sole focus of the story (its 2 small paragraphs). The songs mentioned are on the My Boy Roy playlist. Here’s the hat (full post)
Ok, this is the last time you’re doing this. You swear. No more. Well, that or you’re getting a damn dishwasher. Where you’d put it, hell if you know. You’ve been putting this off until last, letting the worst stuff soak while you got other work done. The music from the speaker starts another slowed song from your playlist and you grab the sponge and get to work.
You scrub away at the dishes, moving your head and hips to the slowed down beat, anything to keep you motivated. You’re about halfway through the song, adding more dishes to the sink when you catch something in your peripheral vision that’s not supposed to be there, and you startle hard. It takes a moment to realize that it’s Roy, sitting arms crossed and slouched in one of the kitchen chairs. The brim of that stupid hat is pulled down, obscuring everything but his widening smile and his upper body shakes with a huff of laughter.
The sweet domesticity of this all lying underneath was adorable, and I would love to see Roy doing the dishes in nothing but boots and jeans (maybe a cowboy hat)
@laurelnose, i blame you. also this is the only way i know how to send you a thing, lol.
So it was only Iorveth, and implacable Nature, and the sun in the trees, and his rising fever and growing weakness.
And this dragon. He blinked in some surprise; he hadn’t expected a dragon. Or a– slyzard or whatever this was. Forktail. It didn’t look like any of the creatures he was used to. It was a pale greenish color, dull and unprepossessing, with large golden eyes, and it was rather large. It had popped its head over the edge of the little nest Iorveth had made himself in the crotch of this tree, and was looking at him with first one of its eyes, then the other.
“Oh,” Iorveth said. “I suppose this might as well happen.”
The dragon sniffed delicately at him. He did not want to be eaten. But, dying of thirst wasn’t very interesting. He might as well nourish some creature on his way out, something larger than the slugs and snails that would eat his body if he died here. Well, probably rats would find him, or something. Less glamorous than a dragon. Or– or whatever this is.
“Are you a wyvern?” he asked blearily. “Or maybe a– what’s the other one called?”
The dragon pulled back somewhat, and then looked at him with its other eye. It hadn’t eaten him yet. Possibly it was figuring out if he were armed.
“I’m just going to tell myself you’re a dragon,” he told it. His voice wasn’t worth much, parched as he was, more a croak than anything else. “That’s much more interesting than any of the other creatures you could be. I’m dying anyway, I might as well tell myself a nice fairy story on the way out.”
The dragon’s head withdrew, and there was an odd flicker of light that didn’t make sense given the position of the sun and the absence of any large reflective surfaces. Iorveth drifted off again. Possibly he’d hallucinated the thing. He looked at the leaves, and then closed his eyes.
“Are you really dying?” a voice asked.
He blinked. “What?” A face popped over the edge of his little nest. It was a– woman, or girl, or– a child, possibly, he couldn’t tell how old. A dh’oine, though, blonde and blue-eyed and round-cheeked with youth. Fuck. He’d have been alarmed to see a dh’oine child, if he could feel much alarm.
“You just said you were dying anyway,” she said. Not a little kid, he thought. But then, he didn’t know how dh’oine worked. She hooked her elbows over the edge of the nest. “Are you really?”
“Did I say that?” he wondered. They were speaking dh’oine speech now. Surely he’d been speaking Hen Llinge before, how would a little dh’oine-let have known what he was saying? Had he said that? Who’d he been speaking to? Oh, the dragon. “Wait, was there just–” A dragon there? What a mad thing to ask. “Uh.”
“What’s killing you?” she asked. “That wound? Is it infected?” She looked solemn, biting her lip. “I bet I can help.”
“Water,” he said. “I’m dying of thirst. I ran out of water and I’m too weak to go get more.” He produced his empty drinking gourd, and she took it and investigated it as if she’d never seen such a thing before.
“If I get water will you live?” she asked.
He laughed. “No guarantees, little friend,” he said. “Fever’s pretty bad too, and I ran out of food before I ran out of water.”
She looked up from the gourd. “Out of food,” she said. “Why– what do you eat?”
“Same things you do,” he said.
“I doubt that,” she said.
you gotta be careful saying ‘same things you do,’ iorveth, you might end up getting fed rocks
A/N: This is Angst WITH A HAPPY ENDING…also friends to lovers hehe… It’s based off this post I saw a couple days ago…I hope you all enjoy it!
“Do you ever mean the things you say, Loki?” You yell. Loki looks away, unable to find a reply.
“You’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.”
“Y/N! I-”
“I want to believe you. I really do, Loki,” You sigh, running your hand through your hair. “But I just don’t think I can. I can’t trust that you’re telling me everything.”
With that you walk away, disappearing into the elevator. A quiet moment passes, Loki staring at the silver doors, willing it to all be some terrible nightmare. But it isn’t. And that realization absolutely crushes him.
it’s Maya’s ( @calumsash ) Birthday!!!! and I love her very very much.
Summary — Ashton Irwin is a geography teacher with a massive crush on the band teacher, Michael Clifford. When cutbacks threaten the school’s music program and Michael, Ashton springs into action. He dusts off his long-unused wrestling skills from college and earns money for the program by moonlighting as a mixed martial arts fighter, trained by ex-fighter Calum Hood. Though the school nurse, Luke Hemmings, thinks he’s crazy, Ashton gains something he never expected (*cough* two boyfriends *cough*), and finds a semblance of safety in the chaos.
or, the slutty Here Comes the Boom AU that none of you knew you needed.
Summary: Reader loves watching her boyfriend Jensen sing at cons, but when he decides to sing one of her favorite songs, she might love it a little too much. Jensen definitely doesn’t mind.
Warnings/Tags:SMUT, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talk, dom!jensen, jensen singing blow (and yes, that specifically is a warning), it’s a little fluffy i suppose, begging, dom/sub vibes (duh, it’s me), language obviously
A/N: hello lovelies! i’ve had this idea for awhile now, but only just now decided to sit down and grind it out. this fic (at least, the first part of it, anyway) is based almost exactly on this video right here, which never fails to make me absolutely feral. i hope you enjoy!!
God, the things this man does to me and then to read the way you visualised it all… bravo, babe! Seriously. Start to finish, I had goosebumps and then I was completely h word. This wasn’t a good idea to read before bed… or maybe it was
I absolutely loved this though, and I’m honestly so excited to read more Jensen from you in the future because this was amazing!!!
Harry and Louis are neighbours, who are maybe a bit too close, and a bit too in love. Things get intense when on the 1st of December Louis has to go to Doncaster, when his mum’s appendix ruptures and she is forced to stay in a hospital. The Christmas in the Tomlinson’s household suddenly may not happen, since there is no one to prepare the dinner. Harry, being the lovesick idiot that he is, decided to take on the challenge.
At the behest of his agent, former child actor Louis Tomlinson signs on to star in the HeartStamp channel’s first Christmas movie featuring a same-sex love story. It may be cheesy, but at least it’s a path to get back into the industry. Now if only his co-star would stop being so critical, and confusing, and overwhelmingly distracting.
A job promotion of his dreams, an eight month long distance relationship, a cancelled train, and an emotional misunderstanding - Louis is just trying to make it home for the holidays.
It’s Christmas Eve and Harry is having a bad day so he ventures to his local Christmas market to cheer himself up.
Based on this prompt:
Spilling hot chocolate/coffee/a hot-fucking-beverage on the other and insisting on paying for a new drink and new clothes for them, unaware that they’re rich and very capable of buying themselves another coffee. Besides, they don’t know that this jacket is Louis Vuitton and cost more than the knock-off Gucci belt that had caught their eye in the first place.
Harry loves the Christmas season, but she does not love her office Christmas party. Every year it’s the same old story, all of her male coworkers that she thought were nice, normal guys during the year turn on a dime and won’t stop hitting on her. She backs herself into a corner when she accidentally blurts out that she can’t attend the party with any of them because she’s bringing her girlfriend.
Prompt: Louis meets Anne at the graveyard, both visiting their lost loved ones for Christmas time. Anne invites Louis over for Christmas dinner and meets Harry. Love happens
A holiday singles event is not where Louis wants to be tonight, but there he is, helping his best friend find love. Just as Louis is settling in, ready to have a terrible time, he meets the fittest alpha he’s ever come across.
“So…” Louis begins, just when Harry starts working on his neck again, dipping down to his collarbones. “Since we’re clearly both alone and drunk enough to even remember this later, or one another for that matter, and I find myself in quite a vulnerable out-of-self situation where I cannot even think straight, staying in a total stranger’s home for the holidays in a town I can’t even remember the name of, and considering you showed up and you’re like insanely hot, I think—”
Louis cuts himself with a moan, and Harry lifts his face up to lure the blue-eyed boy to continue his proposition. Louis takes a deep breath.
“I think we should have sex.”
Or, The Holiday AU. In which Louis decides to trade houses with a total stranger he finds online for the holidays, not knowing he would be finding more than himself in that little town in England, after the original home owner’s brother comes barging through the door.
Harry never expected to spend Christmas in the Emergency Room, but it might just be the (second) best thing to ever happen to him, after the birth of his son, of course. Because while in that hospital waiting for his son to be discharged, he met the most beautiful pediatric nurse he’s ever seen.
Or the one where Harry is a single dad, Louis is a pediatric nurse, and Arlo needs to stop eating hazelnuts.
Louis follows Harry the short distance to his flat, but abruptly stops inside the door, looking up. “What in the world is that hanging from your ceiling?” He doesn’t mean to be blunt, but it isn’t often one comes face to face with a toy frog dangling by a string from the ceiling.
Harry finishes kicking his shoes off. “That, my good sir,” he presses a quick peck to Louis’ cheek as he walks by, “is a missile toad.”
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Louis and Harry are neighbors who are both suddenly and unexpectedly alone on Christmas Eve. And no one should be alone on Christmas.
“Am I too old to ask for a cast that isn’t just plain white?”
The nurse laughs easily, shaking her head fondly as she continues to scribble on her little clipboard. Louis sets his free (non-broken) hand under his chin and sighs, peeking at the clock for the fifth time in the last minute. Waiting for doctors sucks. Waiting for doctors to come and fix up your throbbing hand while your head pounds and it’s Christmas- that really sucks.
Description: Kiera Walker is a nineteen year old girl whose tired of trying to live up to her mom’s strict standards. In a city that never stops, Boston is one of the most prestige cities of business’ with Harvard around the corner. Her parents have always had her plan laid out for her—and that was being a lawyer. After years of torment and abuse, she stands up to her parents and runs away to New York City to be in Cinematic school. She felt like she was destined to be the greatest filmmaker. Although, she did not expect to run into another nineteen year old boy on the greyhound bus had a troubled past and had been homeless for some years. What happens when two runaways decide to ban together to get away from their toxic past?
Content Warning: Alcohol abuse, drug abuse, child abuse, guns, sex, talks about PTSD, panic attacks and anxiety. Physical violence, murder and blood.
Description: In this apocalyptic world, you can’t go out at night due to Crawlers that lurk in the shadows. But 23 year old Brinley has to set off to get supplies for her younger sister and sick mother. She has everything planned out and knows to stick to what her mother has told her. But what happens when not everything goes to plan? No one warned her about bumping into a snarky, arrogant man who ends up saving her life. So what happens when this forces them into a bond that neither of them asked for? It’s purely for survival, right? At least that’s what they keep telling themselves.
Content warning: mentions of graphic scenes, blood, guns, death/violence
General tags: slow burn, angst, apocalypse, dystopia, smut
TLDR; In this dystopian world, Brinley sets off to get supplies for her sick mother and younger sister. She bumps into a snarky, arrogant man who saves her life and somehow this forces them into a bond that neither of them asked for and is purely for survival. At least that’s what they keep telling each other.
Tags and General Warnings: graphic depictions of scenes, slow burn, smut, angst, apocalyptic/dystopian AU
*Will update warnings list as needed*
INTRODUCTION:
I wish I could say I woke up gracefully, to the sound of birds chirping their morning songs. Perhaps I could have also woken up to the light breeze of air, tickling the ever-changing leaves in a soft song of their own. Maybe my first inhale of the new-day air could have been filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee with sweet maple undertones.
Unfortunately, this was not one of those mornings. I actually can’t remember the last time I ever experienced a morning so delicate and full of potential.
The reality of the situation is a lot less peaceful and a lot more desperate. You see, ten years ago could have given me a morning like that, but now it just feels like a far away dream. Instead of bedtime stories I originally got to grow up with, I hear the same stories my mom tells me regarding the dangers that lurk outside our home and into the city.
Not that it’s completely safe outside of city limits either, because trust me I hear plenty of those stories too. I vaguely remember bits and pieces of a few run-ins my family had to deal with to get where we are now. It’s just that the city is somewhere to never go if you can help it. Home is safe. Home is secure. Mom has made sure of it.
There are other rules that have been drilled into Alayna and I’s head. Whenever the government does their checkpoint drop-offs every 3 months, only mom is supposed to go. I have to stay back and watch after Alayna. She’s 12 now, so this is pretty much all she’s known. At times I think she’s braver than me because of it. Because she doesn’t have to think about what she’s missed out on or what she will continue to miss out on like I have.
These drop-offs are important because they contain necessary means of survival: food, water, gasoline, and medical supplies. When these government assisted drops first started, people went crazy. Mom gets really sensitive about these stories because of the things she saw. I still don’t even know the full gravity of what they were like.
It probably explains why she’s so hesitant to let me go to this month’s drop-off. That’s how I know she’s desperate; she’s getting weaker as each day passes.
This is also the first drop-off since a rather brutal winter. Technically it was a little over a week ago, but we got snowed in. We’re running out of pretty much everything because of that delay. I had to convince her repeatedly to let me go. She wanted us to eat her share of food for the time being so then maybe by then she’d be healthier and more able to go.
Except the food was already running thin and it was getting too risky. She’s still really reluctant, but it’s what we have to do. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous though.
