#i love his OVERALLS UNFFF

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Wow can I just tell you that I enjoy your writing so much. I love your attention to detail and I love how descriptive you are. I really loved the nipple play between these two and how much they are exploring sex with each other and how much they both enjoy it. While it may be dub-con I feel like in the end you make Daemon and reader reassure one another and the audience that it's all done with love in mind. Him being tender and kind is the perfect ending to every scene. So for that I thank you😘

Oh, thank you so much. There’s definitely the element of no no NO that pervades this series, sort of a perpetual undercurrent of squick that I love toying with. Ultimately, though, I want it to be fairly established that it’s at least mostly consensual, though I’d never abide by these practices in a real-life relationship! The shit Daemon pulls should ALWAYS be discussed with a partner first, never just sprung on them. It’s part of that overall “is… this a healthy relationship?” vibe I’m going for, and the answer isn’t simple. I mean, it works for them, but by no means is it the template by which others should base their romantic standards on. The big redeeming factor is that while Daemon does enjoy playing around with his food a bit, he’s ultimately driven by his own warped desire to show off his love and devotion, however strange and creepy and messed-up that may be! And Reader, being a fairly naive young thing snapped up by the big bad Rogue, is very easy to mould into the perfect baby wife. I really enjoy writing the sweetness in, it just deliciously muddles the whole thing and makes it so unfff.

Thank you so much for reading ❤️❤️❤️

[goodgodgodfrey]

Swedish Chef | A Bill Skarsgård One Shot

Bill making you dinner after a hard day!!

 Requested by; anonymous

Tw; insinuating the sexy time, fluff

Word count; 1022

 (The urge to use a Swedish Chef gif is not going away but, why does the gif below make me go unfff so hard??)

You pushed your key into the lock, turning it slowly with very little effort. Work today had been the absolute pits. You got angry, you got stressed out. You were far too busy to complete everything you needed to get done. Your computer broke, your phone did not stop ringing and to be quite-frank, you were glad the work day was over. As you walked into the hallway, you kicked off your high heels, grunting slightly as the aches took hold. You put your foot flat onto the hard wood floors, the cool wood giving brief relief to your feet. You wiggled your toes, throwing your head back and giving out a moan. A moan of relief.

You took a few more steps down the hall, removing your coat and hanging it up on the coat stand.

“Is that you babe?” came a male voice from the kitchen. Bill, your boyfriend. Your famous actor boyfriend who was home for a couple of weeks on a break from filming his latest movie. You pulled your hair out of i’s hair band, allowing your gentle curls to flow free. You ran a hand through it, gently massaging your scalp.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you said gently, heading towards the kitchen. As you walked in on auto pilot, ready to toss your bag onto the kitchen counter, you noticed a delightful smell radiating through the room. You fully opened your eyes, looking around the kitchen/dining area for the source. You turned to your left, your eyes falling on Bill. A tall and incredibly handsome man, stood there in your bright pink frilly apron, matching oven glove on one hand. You gently placed your bag down onto the counter and walked up to greet him. His smile grew as he saw you come closer.

“Bill, what is this?” you asked gently in nothing more than a surprised whisper.

“Well, you couldn’t talk at lunch because your day was so hectic and busy, and I felt bad that I had the day off and could relax, so, I thought I’d cook us dinner …” he said, wiggling his oven glove clad hand in front of you, a cheesy grin on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh; Bill always knew how to make you smile. He leaned forwards, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pulled you into a soft and loving kiss. As your lips touched, you felt as if all of the stress had just melted away. It was just you and Bill, nothing else mattered. You were brought back to reality by the ding of the oven timer.

“Starter is ready. Go! Sit!” he commanded, pointing over towards the dining room table which he had decorated with a white table cloth, rose petals and beautifully smelling candles. You slowly walked over, smiling to yourself, a warm and content feeling washing over you. How did you manage to land someone as perfect at Bill? You worked in an office, pushing papers and doing all the jobs people piled on you. You did your own jobs and you did other people’s jobs. You picked up the slack from those who couldn’t be bothered to do their jobs properly. You then of course got the trouble when the slack you picked up went wrong. You couldn’t win either way. It was this stress that meant you were always tired, constantly grumpy and overall not a good person to be around. Bill never minded. Whenever he was home, he’d do his utmost to cheer you up.

Before you knew it, a plate was pushed in front of you. The food was set out in neat little piles, all separated just how you liked it. You didn’t have many strange or peculiar habits but not mixing foods was one of them. You tucked in, groaning at how good the food tasted. Bill was always full of surprised When did he have the time to become master chef?

“Do you like it?” he asked, watching for your reaction.

“Bill, this is amazing, it’s just what I needed. Thank you,” you said, leaning over the table and linking your hand with his. He smiled back at you before continuing with his food. When the starters were done, Bill cleared the plates, insisting you were not to move a muscle. A few moments later, the main was served up in front of you, again, looking mouth wateringly good. Bill disappeared again behind you, returning with a large glass of white wine.

“I think you need this after the day you’ve had,” he placed the glass down beside your plate before taking his seat again. “Go ahead, eat.” He picked up his fork and started to pick at his food, cutting and slicing away. You smiled as you began to eat away at the food on your plate. It was delicious, and you couldn’t help but clean the plate. You took a sip from your glass of wine, closing your eyes, content with your evening. Bill cleared the plates, putting them in the dishwasher and setting it off on a cycle. He came up behind you, sliding his hands over your shoulders and beginning to massage them.

“You feel so tense, I think you need to do something to de-stress,” he whispered in your ear, kissing just below your ear-lobe.

“Oh really?” you questioned, a playful smile coming across your lips.

“Well, you can stay down here and have dessert, or you can follow me upstairs?”

“I think I prefer the sound of that second desert,” you said with a smile, turning around and placing a chaste kiss to his lips. He smiled against you before linking his hand in yours, taking your glass of wine from you and placing it back on the table. You got to your feet and followed Bill out of the kitchen, your hands not breaking their connection.

He slid his hands behind your knees, picking you up and carrying you up the stairs. He walked through the door to your bedroom being careful not to bang your head and closed the door behind you with his foot.