#richard armitage drabble

[fizzyxcustard]

Desperation.

Requested by anon and @skeleton-on-wheels0

Taken from: "Imagine that you find out Thorin is in love with you. But you accuse him of only wanting you because you’re the only woman in the Company and he’s desperate. You deeply offend him."

Again, I’m going to post this as a drabble as it’s fairly short, and I won’t tag anyone. 

“I am in love with you,” Thorin said softly as he stood next to you in Beorn’s barn. The midnight moon shone upon his face, highlighting his silver blue eyes, making them sparkle like aquamarine stones. 

A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine at his revelation. Why on earth would Thorin ever feel something for you? Immediately your mind began rationalising his feelings, churning it all over in your mind. For a few seconds and you were silent. 

“And you do not feel the same?” Thorin asked sadly. “I knew it was best I keep my thoughts to myself.” 

“Thorin,” you whispered, placing your hand on his arm. “I…I know I’m the only woman in the Company and no doubt as a male, you’re going to have urges…”

“That is what you think?” he hissed. “You think this is all about me wanting to seduce you?” 

“Please, I didn’t mean it that way.” 

“Then how did you mean it? 

Something snapped within you, a sore pressure point that had been prodded many times over the years. A place where a deeply buried scar lay untouched, waiting for someone to inadvertently uncover it with their words. A flash of anger hit you full force in your head and chest. “You’re just desperate!” you shouted. 

With that, you turned around stormed away towards the back of the barn and slumped down on a bale of hay. Tears were falling down your cheeks now in quick procession which you rubbed away in frustration, only making your cheeks turn redder. 

Thorin sighed and grit his teeth, sensing that your words came from a place of pain. However, those words had also deeply pained him in return. Did you think so little of him? Trust so little? 

***

The next morning and the tension was still thick between you and Thorin. The whole of the Company, including Gandalf, all sat around a large table, drinking milk and eating honeycakes, specially made by the host himself.  However, Beorn announced gruffly that he had no more honeycakes for that morning’s meal, and you were the last person he was intending to serve. 

All the Dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf looked on, their mouths full of food. Except Thorin. He was sat opposite you and immediately reached across to you and handed his cake to you. “Please, eat,” he said, offering you the cake and a sad smile. 

“I can’t take your breakfast,” you replied. 

“You can and you will,” Thorin said again, placing the cake on your plate. 

“Maybe we could split it?” 

Thorin didn’t respond, but instead kept his gaze locked on you as you broke the cake in half and then gave a portion back to him. 

***

After breakfast, you and Bilbo began filling the saddlebags of the ponies which Beorn was lending you. He had since made more honeycakes, enough to see all of you with food for a good couple of weeks. 

“May we have a moment, Master Baggins?” Thorin asked, suddenly appearing before you both. His eyes then moved to you, telling Bilbo that he wished to talk to you. 

“Oh, yes, sorry,” Bilbo said, flashing a nervous smile. 

“I wish to talk to you about last night. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way. That was never my intention to do so. But what I told you is the truth, and it has nothing at all to do with you being the only female in this Company. I am quite appalled that you think I would pursue you without any real feelings being involved.” 

Your gaze locked with his and you began to speak. “It was unfair of me to say what I did, and I’m sorry. Very few men have ever shown any interest in me in such a way, and then I become a member of your Company and find that you, the rightful king of your homeland, somehow has fallen in love with me. It reads like a pathetic joke. Maybe once we get to Erebor and you see more women again you may…”

“No,” Thorin insisted. “Why do you think so low of yourself? Who has broken you to the point that you cannot accept a declaration of love? I’d hoped you had begun to trust me by now. It is clear you don’t.” 

“I do trust you. Implicitly.”

“Obviously not. You cannot trust that my words are true, and that they come from my heart. I love you for everything that you are, for the woman you are. Not because of some lack of choice.” 

The sadness in his eyes was so clear to see and it made a lump rise in your throat. To keep doubting his love and pushing him away would be wrong of you. It was obvious that Thorin was speaking truth. 

[mistresskayla-blog1]

The Couch *drabble*

Fandom: Richard Armitage

Characters: Richard Armitage x OC Anna (production assistant)

Warnings: fluff, angst, desire, celebrity lifestyle, potential smut, tease, employee/employer tension, etc.

Click Click Click, and the bloom of light flashed over his face and across his broad nose. He looked down at the camera, perched on the edge of the couch. His legs and arms spread wide, almost letting her in.

Anna cleared her throat as quietly as she could, but his eyes still flicked to her, hovering just outside the camera range in Ray Burmiston’s studio in London. His smile shown just a little, and then faded quickly.

Anna could not help herself; she was supposed to be there to help him with anything he needed, but all she could think about was what she wanted him to do to her. And how she would make that smile grow broader if only she could pleasure him on that couch and let him pleasure her.

She was wearing a dark colored skirt today, and very skimpy panties, she couldn’t recall why. The fall morning had been a bit warmer, so she felt confident moving out in the world today. Her thighs were thick under the skirt and she rubbed them together as he moved on the couch, the taut leather making squeaking noises under his broad frame. Anna stood holding his tea in hand, and some paperwork, one sheet fell loosely to the floor. Anna let it fall and Richard’s eyes darted over, then back again towards the lens, catching it in his peripherals.

She sighed, not taking her eyes off him. Then slowly, bending down to retrieve the paper. She missed his eyes glint towards her again. The shape of her leg silhouetting in the high – light of the studio. She deliberately bent over like that, he thought. Trying to tease me, he swallowed softly, it was working, he thought. As soon as this was done, he would show her how he felt.

He stared down the camera lens, thinking of what things he would do to her, on this couch, or any surface he liked. He draped his arms over his knees and just stared down the lens. Commanding it to obey his whim, to take him to an imagined place where he could touch her skin, and taste it, and rub his stubble against her thigh, and…

“What?” he was momentarily startled.

“Could we go try another spot, Rich, if you don’t’ mind,” Ray said to him. Richard stood up and moved obediently to the other side of the studio. He brushed past Anna, her papers fluttering. His hand floated towards his tea, and she let go of it. He caught it gracefully and moved swiftly away. He caught a scent of her, perfume? It wasn’t that. He knew what she smelled like normally. There was something else there, he thought. Something new.

(some time later…..)

---- she had a tattoo on her upper thigh. It was of a dominatrix. And as his hands led up her calves, he saw it, her skirt rising with his touch. She looked down at him at his knees, “Kiss her like you would me”, she giggled. And in absolute obedience he started to kiss up the leg of the women etched in her skin. Trailing up the thigh and when he reached her ludely exposed pussy, his tongue tipped out between his lips. His eyes shot up to hers, as his tongue tickled the image on her thigh. Fire burned in so many parts of her, she nearly couldn’t keep steady on her feet. He braced her calf with his large hand to steady her. Then left a trail of kisses over her outer thigh, and towards her inner thigh. Her hand fingered into his hair, it was soft, and a beautiful mix of dark and grey, he was captivating.

Taglist:

@sweetestgbye @legolasbadass @lathalea @riepu10 @louk419

@richardarmitageshands @richardarmitagefanpage @enchantzz

[freyasigtryggrsdottir]

Masterlist

The Hobbit/LOTR

Taglist: @mrsdurin

❤️Thorin❤️

- Imagines:

You are a human warrior and Thorin wants you to stay

You and Gandalf found the gravestone of Thorin

You are reborned in Middle Earth again pt. 1

You are reborned in Middle Earth again pt. 2

Thorin is helping you on a winter night

Thorin don’t know what you do

Thorin’s help

Thorin with you when you are done

The Wolf and the Princess (Thorin x reader Imagine series part 1)

Thorin is a gently alpha

Thorin is a shapeshifter

Thorin don’t believe in himself

Thorin comes back home

Thorin takes you to a lake

Thorin sees you, when you dance

You want a horse, but Thorin don’t

Thorin is too tired

Thorin thinks you bewitched him

Thorin speaks about you in your wedding

Thorin is your fiance and You're jealous

You are a fallen star part 1.

You are a fallen star part 2.

You are a fallen star part 3

You are hurts by an orc and Thorin with you

You want Thorin

You are with Thorin before a big war

You are a human princess from far away in Erebor part 1.

You are a human princess from far away in Erebor part 2

You are a human princess from far away in Erebor part 3.

You are lonely in Erebor

Thorin writes a loveletter to you

Thorin is your father

Thorin sees you first time and he knows you are his One part 1.

Thorin sees you first time and he knows you are his One part 2.

Thorin thinks you are a flower

You are scared from noises in Erebor

Thorin is jealous

You found a dog

Kili don’t know how to babies are made (Thorin is a dad part 1)

Thorin is a dad part 2

Thorin is a dad part 3

Thorin is a viking and he have good voice

You are afraid and Thorin calms you down

You think Thorin is the King of elves

Thorin have a toothache

You want to make a surprise meal for Thorin, but you can’t cook

Thorin thinks you don’t know how to fight

Thorin promises you, he’ll never forget you part 1.

Thorin teaches you how to ride on a horse

Thorin found a sick barn owl

Your daughter wants to hear how you met with Thorin

Your parents hate you and Thorin saves you

You are happy, because you found your favorite flowers and the company don’t understand

Dwarves are wolves and Thorin is the protective alpha, because you are his one

You are the tired Queen of Erebor

You are in those days and Thorin wants to help

Thorin have a daughter and you are the mother

You want to play with Thorin

Drunken Thorin wants to dance

Stories:

For the dreaming - Chapter one

Under the moonlight (Thorin x reader fanfic) 1. chapter

The king’s walls (2/1)

I See Fire chapter 1.

I see fire chapter 2

I see fire chapter 3

I See Fire chapter 4.

I See Fire chapter 5

I see Fire chapter 6

I See Fire chapter 7.

Furybaby (Elf!reader x Thorin drabble)

Home (Thorin Oakenshield x Reader really short drabble)

Drabble: Little secret

The Beauty and the Dwarf chapter 1.  (Thorin x Reader x Richard Armitage)

The Beauty and the Dwarf (Thorin x Reader x Richard Armitage) chapter 2.

The Beauty and The Dwarf chapter 3. (Thorin x Reader x Richard Armitage)

Dear Dad

About Time

When the light comes part 1.

Ghost on the barrow

Thorin’s dreamcatcher minipart 2

That Summer Love chapter 1

- Headcanons:

Thorin take care of you, because you are pregnant with his child

Your first time with Thorin

Your first date with Thorin

[i-did-not-mean-to]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Ah, my dear @cilil has tagged me, and I'll try to do at least one Tumblr thing today. I had hoped that I'd have more time this weekend!!! This week was madness...I swear!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

391 (and yes, I am one of those who put between 7 and 133 different ficlets into one work to keep the number of individual works down).

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,800,713 (this does not include 2 longfics I've orphaned and several fics I've posted anonymously)

(but I've been writing since July 2021)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Tolkien, roles played by Richard Armitage, roles played by Adam Brown, the odd Dean O'Gorman fic for @laurfilijames, 1 Lucifer fic...)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tumblr Imagines (it's a collection of ficlets from when I started and has over 200k)

October 2022 Ficlet run (Yeah, as I said, I don't post all my fics separately)

Black (Local folkore meets The Hobbit retelling

Silm imagines and ficlets (Again, a 50k+ collection)

"The only way is up" or "thrice stuck" (Smutty dream sequence with Thorin)

These are mostly my first writings which had had time to amass some few kudos :D

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always!

It takes me a while sometimes, but I need people to know how much I love and appreciate their support! I love every comment, and I truly wish I was a little better at expressing myself when it comes to these things <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I honestly do not remember...Probably, Love letter to the man you've never got to be.

I usually don't do much angst 😇

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Very hard to say because I don't finish too many of my long fics lol. I'd want to say Sticks and stones (Christmas Hallmark story)...it's just that kind of story.

My TRSBs are usually "Happy End given the circumstances" rather than all-out Happy End...lol

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thus far, no.

I am not relevant or known enough to attract that kind of attention!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Me? No...(There have been spicy scenes in long fics, spicy fics, outrageous ficlets, Kinktober, Dead Dove December, MSV...Ok yeah, I do...and I do all of it. M/F, F/F, M/M, M/F/M...from vanilla to whips. You choose, I write)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I am an AU bitch. I've done a HP drabble once...Les Mis/LOTR for last year's Christmas event...it happens...

Right now? Twilight Crack parody for a good friend :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? Who would steal trash?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nobody has ever approached me...

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes...Once for last year's S&D, I am doing it now for the Calendar fic...I love collaboration, what can I say?

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Ship-ship? Russingon.

OC ship? Ori x OC

Rarepair? Nerdanel x Anairë

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Black - It's one of my first fics...and I've never written that last chapter.

I am also known for having written chapters and chapters of other longfics but just...never posting them lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am fast, I am versatile, and I am willing to write almost any character, dynamic, ship, and genre. From tooth-rotting fluff to noncon. From very vanilla M/F meet-cute to kinky sex.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am bad at punctuation. I rarely have an outline, I just write. I do not plan, I do not come up with complicated worldbuilding, I have exactly 0 HC documents.

I just write whatever comes to mind.

Moreover, I have a real problem with posting. I write A LOT more than I post...because I just can't motivate myself to reread LOL

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I avoid even Tolkien's languages for fear of getting something wrong. I am fluent in at least 3 other languages, but I am not entirely sure whether there would ever be a place for them.

If I did that, I am afraid that it would become incomprehensible as the only one I wouldn't use is my mother tongue. It would sound a bit...magniloquent...

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Tolkien. Only fandom thus far...

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I don't know. Every so often, I write something I don't hate, but I can't remember right now loool

Open tag for everyone who hasn't done this yet :D

Tell me something about yourselves!

[xdragonsofavaloria]

xdragonsofavaloria Brittany||32||She/her

rules||the history||verses (needs to be heavily edited)||muses (needs to be heavily edited)||ask box||drabbles/stories

The Muses

Black Dragon King Kassandros Morrigantes (he/him, 10000+)-Richard Armitage

Queen Cassiopeia Morrigantes (co-ruling with her father) (she/her, 10000+)-Rebecca Ferguson/Alexandra Dowling

Duke of Drachaven, sorcery and magic Alektryon Morrigantes (1000+, he/him)-Clive Standen

Duchess of Drachaven, Sorcery and Magic Serine Morrigantes (200, she/her)-Anya Charlota

Fire Knight Simba Morrigantes (20, he/him)-Alexander Daddario

Princess of the Ice Lands Nikoline Kristofferson (130, she/her)-Freya Mavor

Prince of the Ice Lands Nikolaj Kristofferson (130, him/him)-Bradley James

Dragon Mage Charon Rozenburg (30s, he/him)-Jaime Campbell Bower

Crown Prince of the Dark Lands Chase Devonshire Everbleed Wyvercrest (10000+, he/him)-Tom Hiddleston

Queen of the Dark Lands Misericordia Everbleed Wyvercrest (10000+, she/her)-Charlize Theron

Gabriel the White Dragon (10000+, he/him)-Henry Cavill

Rosalie the Bronze Dragon (20, she/her)-Dove Cameron

Well well-versed in high/low fantasy, TVD/TO, cozy mysteries, paranormal, Dragon Age, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim and more when I come up with more

[scariusaquarius]

Omg for our modern Thorin thing. Homes... Taking him with you to a wedding and getting to dance with him... 😳😳😳

This was so cute! I had to write something for it!

He’s very intrigued as he looks around the room, taking in all the pretty lights and decorations of the venue for the reception, as was what you humans called the after-party. Thorin had never attended a human wedding before, let alone anything akin to a reception, but Thorin had to admit that it’s very pretty. Were all human weddings like this? How long had this sort of wedding been the tradition? 

The bride looks beautiful, Thorin had to say. She was smiling and teary-eyed as she danced with her new husband, and it made Thorin feel so strange. A good strange, but strange nonetheless. 

The bride was a friend of yours who had asked you to attend, and you had invited Thorin as your plus one. The process of the wedding itself had been frustrating, to say the least. Getting fitted for the tuxedo he needed to wear, picking the colors themselves, it was hectic! Dwarven weddings were certainly never this complicated. 

You were beautiful..

You were wearing a dress that complimented you so perfectly, your hair done beautifully with a couple of braids hiding within it. You were smiling so widely, looking so beautiful with the modern-day cosmetics upon your face as you watched your friend dance for the first time with her husband. 

Everyone was watching the bride, but Thorin was watching you. 

You were the most beautiful woman in the room, and Thorin wondered quietly if this would be like to be married to you: never be able to stop staring at the one thing that was familiar in a world where nothing was familiar. When the first dance was over, everyone else got up to dance, and you laughed as some of your friends beckoned you to them. 

“They’re always trying to get me to partake in their shenanigans. One time during college, they actually got me to participate in a drinking contest on top of the roof of our dormitory!”

You said to Thorin, and Thorin shook his head a bit. You? Participate in a drinking contest? 

“I find it hard to believe.”

“Oh, Thorin, I was very wild when I was younger.”

You both chuckled as you ate and drank your wine, and when a slow song came on, you smiled and stood, holding your hand out for him. 

“Come on, Thorin. Show me how well you can dance.”

Thorin blinked up at you in surprise before slowly taking your hand and allowed you to guide him to the dance-floor. Placing your hand on his shoulder, Thorin placed his hand on your hip, conjoining your other hands. You were a bit taller than him because of your heels, but Thorin liked that he was closer to your neck. It allowed him to smell your lovely perfume that you had put on for the wedding. 

“(Y/n), you are very beautiful.”

Thorin said to you softly, and you smiled widely down at him, making Thorin’s heart race. 

“Thank you, Thorin. You are very handsome as well. I didn’t realize how nice you would look in a suit!”

Thorin smiled lightly, his cheeks pinked, and you pointed out, looking at his hair that you had french-braided for him. 

“And I’m glad that you allowed me to fix your hair for you. It looks very nice.”

Thorin fully blushed, and he said to you softly as he spun the two of you around slowly. 

“I was very honored when you asked me. I could not resist.”

“You’re very sweet, Thorin Oakenshield.”

Thorin smiled before he asked you. 

“Have you ever wanted to get married? “

[END] bwahahah!!!

[thefanficmistress]

⋆✦⋆The Blind Date  ⋆✦⋆

Richard hasn’t seen you in almost 20 years since you moved from London to Canada for work. Being the little sister to one of his friends, both of you always had a weird relationship filled with laughs and sexual tension. 

You were the lovesick girl, while he was on his way to fame. Your brother always noticed and teased you about it. Your brother sets you up on a blind date with someone you didn’t expect.

Setting: New York City 

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Angst and Fluff

Pairing: Richard Armitage x Reader, Richard Armitage x Female Character, Richard Armitage x You, You X Richard Armitage, Richard Armitage x OC

Context © me

@purplerain85 @shikin83 @jassy2101 @catthefearless @patanghill17 @aelinninielelain @deepestfirefun @fizzyxcustard @richard-crispin-armitage @pixiedurango @xxbyimm  : Please let me know if you would like to be tagged.  _____ PART 1 “ I wish you would just say yes (Y/N)” Your brother wined in the phone. “Why do I need to say yes? I don’t know the person you’re setting me up with.” “Isn’t that the point of a blind date? I can’t tell you. You have to trust me.” He says as he laughs. You roll your eyes and stare out the window of your office building. It was raining, and the streets of New York beneath you were busy as always. The cabs honking, people yelling, and the constant sound of ever moving traffic. This city truly never sleeps. She took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and put your index finger and thumb in between your eyes to sooth the headache that was building. “The last time you…”  “ I know, I know, and I can’t apologize enough for that. How was I supposed to know he was a comedy magician?”  “I could have choked him with his infinity rings Mark!” Your voice very ominous remembering that date. “I had to fake laugh, and then tell him I had a family emergency to get out of it.” “I know…” He started, but you interrupted. You pulled the phone away from your ear, and yell into the receiver. “No, you don’t know! What good is it that you set me up with dates, and always screw it up?! You, The Human Tinder, and you can’t even swipe left or right correctly!” You put the phone back to your ear. “Look, you and Sean broke up a year ago, and you need to get back out there. I may have missed a few “swipes” as you put it, but I’ll get it right one of these days, and you will thank me.” 

You remain silent. Maybe he would talk himself out of it, like he always talks you into things. But he then says something that threw you off “Duckling, I’m worried about you.” He confessed. 

He always called you Duckling when he wanted to show you that he was now claiming the protective big brother role. One of the many nicknames he gave you when you were kids, but Duckling you hated the most. He always said you reminded him of the ugly duckling when you were younger. As cruel as it sounded, he hated you when you were born, he thought you were ugly only because your parents showed you so much attention. At the time he didn’t understand what being a brother was. You didn’t really fit in with him or his friends, he teased you a lot, and made fun of you. The normal acts of an older brother. This definitely didn’t change when your parents moved to the UK. 

“Don’t call me that.” You sighed and leaned forward on your desk. Your headache was getting worse. “Why exactly are you worried? I’m perfectly fine being alone.” You tried to say convincingly. To be honest you didn’t like it. You wanted someone, but not just anyone. They had to be special. Special enough to make you forget about what Sean did to you. Mark wasn’t wrong when he said it had been a year since you split from Sean. He wasn’t a bad guy, he just wasn’t ready for a commitment, and you were. He didn’t want kids, or had any real ambition for his life, but you did. You wanted to travel and wanted someone who would travel with you. You wanted kids, and a family, and he thought that getting married and having kids was a waste of money. He was ok with where he was, and he wanted you to be ok with it too. You wanted more, so you ended it and never looked back.  Sean on the other had didn’t take it so well. He still calls you from time to time. You run into him at parties because you shared friends and rolled in the same circle. Since you he had been through 3 other girlfriends. He looked as though he had a new one every month, he always had to introduce you to them. Brag about their relationship, and then sadly tell you that you would find someone soon enough. It hurt, yes, but you didn’t let him see it. You would smile and gracefully leave the party with your pride intact and go home alone.  “Because you haven’t…. you know.” He playful teases with a smile in his voice. “I haven’t what?” You asked. “Don’t make me say it.” He said, his voice weirdly low. “You know…it” “What?” You questioned. “(Y/N) ….IT! You haven’t done IT!” He stresses over the phone. “Eww Mark!” You shriek on the phone. He started to speak, but you already pulled the phone away from your ear, and you felt a tremor of utter disgust run through your entire body. The very idea that your older brother was concerned about you getting laid made you nauseous. You almost dropped the phone on your desk. Did the thought every cross his mind that YOU are his LITTLE sister and maybe needed a companion? Needed love, and happiness? Nooooo. It was sex.

Your mind drifted to your empty apartment. To your empty bed, and to the fact that no one was waiting for you. You shook off the thought and put the phone back to your ear. He was talking and you heard absolutely nothing he said. “Fine! Whatever just make it happen, text me the location. Whatever it will take to shut you up and to never hear you mention my sex life again.” “Duckling, you need a sex life to have one. I’m just trying to get the first part started for you.” He rebutted.   “Goodbye Mark. “You sang back gracefully as you hit the bright red end button on your iPhone. It sang a few moments later with a message that said. ____________ MARK {The River Café : One Water Street – Brooklyn, NY – 11201 – 8PM.} MARK {His name is Jamie by the way :) } MARK {Don’t be late!}                                                                         YOU {Bite me! :) } MARK {Good luck! Duckling.} ______________ You left the office and went home to prepare for yet another date with some guy you hoped wasn’t a weirdo. Or at least the weirdos you didn’t like. A few hours later

You showered, covered your body in scented lotion of honeysuckle and lavender. You let your black hair down, and it fell in cascading loose curls around your shoulders and over your breast. You were about 5’1, curvy, with thickness in all the right places. Your hair always fell thick and full bodied and complemented your tiny stature well. 

You put on a sleeveless short black mini dress with a dark pink under lining. It had a beading design along the haltered bodice that hugged your breast beautifully. The dress fell right above your knees, and the skirt flared out at the waist. Slipping on your heels you grabbed your keys and sprinted yourself with perfume and looked at yourself in the full body mirror. 

“If this doesn’t work, this will be your last blind date.” You said to yourself, as your reflected stated back at you with the same finalizing decision. “Go get’em tiger.” You smiled and high five yourself gently. Your hands coming in contact with the cold surface of the glass. Then you left. 

Across a bridge, over a river, and you walk into a dream. Located in one of New York’s most unique settings, The River Café has become very well-known around the world as a culinary destination and your brother picked it. Nestled riverside under the Brooklyn Bridge with sweeping views of the New York skyline and the Statue of Liberty, The River Café serves a classic New American menu using freshest ingredients. So, one point to him. If you didn’t enjoy the man, you would have at least enjoyed the food.  The room was full of gallery lights, and lamps, filling the room with an orange yellowish glow. Flower arrangements scattered throughout the room filling it with the scent of spring. The fragrance wasn’t too harsh to bother your senses, but it gave you the feeling of being in a meadow. Tons of framed photos long the walls. It was something out of a dream. It was beautiful, and very romantic.  You entered the foyer where the male host stood smiling at you. A stunning African American man greeted you with a bright white smile. “Welcome to the The River Café. Do you have a reservation with us?” “More like a date.” You say with a smile. “Well whoever they are, they are very lucky.” He smiles back at you. He opens a large black book on the stand before him and looks through the names. “What is the last name of the party?” He asked looking up from the book. “I’m sorry, it’s a blind date, and I only have the first name. Jamie.” The sound of the door opens behind you, and you remain standing where you are. The host nods when a man says, “ Kingston Party,” “ Yes your table is waiting in the Terrace Room, far back.” The host gestures to a server that is waiting to escort the men in. As they file in, you hear another set of footsteps stop behind you and they come to a stop. “My apologies.” He looks back down, and then paused when he notices something in his book. “Would you happen to be—” he was interrupted by the sound of someone calling your name. “(Y/N)?” You heard the man say from behind  you. A voice you hadn’t heard in years. A voice that you only heard through the headphones at night while lying in your bed. You turned, and almost dropped your purse. The moment your eyes locked with his, it felt as though the air was snatched from your lungs. Everything in you tightened, and your heart stopped. You remembered that boyish smile, and enchanting blue eyes. His hair was a bit longer, and cut in layers, and combed back away from his face. Still so youthful, with a trimmed beard, and manlier than you had ever seen him. And in a dress jacket no less. His under shirt was black, and he wore very dark blue jeans. Well in person, you weren’t stupid, you saw all of his movies. You listened to his audiobooks as well. You told yourself that you were being supportive, but really it was just to hear his voice. “Hello little duckling.” He purred in that perfect accent. His pink lips curled into a sensual smile, and his eyes ranked up your body. When he locked eyes again, something in them twinkled.  PART 1 END PART 2  

[theepolynesian]

Grab Ass

Summar: Playing grab ass is a typical thing in our house hold.

Pairing: Richard Armitage x Reader

Words: 599

AUTHOR’S NOTE: IT WAS GOING TO BE AN IMAGINE, BUT I REALIZED TO LATE INTO THE GAME THAT IT WAS REALLY LONG SO IT JUST BECAME A DRABBLE. ALSO THIS WAS ALREADY WRITTEN IN MY NOTES SO ALL I DID WAS EDIT AND POST

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series

You stand from your dining room table, moving to get your daughter ready for your premier and so does Richard. You jump as you feel a hand slap your ass. You turn to him but he’s already walking away to your bedroom.

You smirk and bring out you phone. You sneak up behind him and pinch his ass before running away as he jumps, turning the camera on yourself. You smile and turn it off.

You post the video on Instagram. “@richardcarmitage and I like to play grabass and the score for today is Y/n: 1 and Richard: 1. Lets be real that’s what probably started this whole thing. 😉 Have a good morning :) and check out Boss later #anotherOneOnTheWay,” you post going into d/n room. “What are you wearing mommy? I want to match with you,” she says. “Hmm. I’m not too sure love. Lets grab all your dresses and move them to mines and daddy’s room,” you say, reaching into her closet and grabbing all of her dresses. You go to yours and Richard’s room. Richard is looking through his clothes and looks stomped. You record him on Snapchat and move to pinch his butt. He jumps and turns to you, glaring. You turn the camera to you and hold up to fingers and point down. He smiles at you.

“Okay mommy I like this dress,” Izzy says, holding out the red dress that you wore the first time you met Richard.

“That’s a good dress and daddy has the perfect thing for it too,” Richard says, also looking through the closet. It’s the same outfit he was wearing that day too.

“Okay baby girl. Let’s get this red dress on you,” you say, reaching for a red dress that matches you and Richard. You all change and you stand in front of the mirror to smooth out the dress. D/n comes to stand in front of you doing the same and Richard stands next to you. You and your perfect family. You grab your phone and Richard wraps his arm around your waist, leaning on your shoulder to look at the phone. “Smile baby girl,” you say, and she smiles, looking at the phone through the reflection. You take the picture and post it to Instagram. “D/n is ready for her first premiere. It’s a family thing #matchyMatchy.” You put your phone down and D/n and you go to the bathroom. You grab a chair and D/n stands on it. “What do you want to do with your hair?” you ask her. “I don’t care mommy as long as I look like you,” she says and you laugh. “Okay. So no curling then?” you ask. “Nope. And no make up either,” she says. You laugh. You do a rose braid and let her run off before doing your own. It takes you a long while, but you get it done.

You lean over the sink as you brush your  teeth. You jump as you feel a hand slap your ass. You look at Richard in the mirror. “Richard 2, Y/n 2,” he says and he has your phone. Must be snapchat. You shake your head and go back to your  brushing your teeth as he chuckles. You wipe your face and go outside. Richard walks past you and you slap his ass in return. “3 to 2 babe,” you say and he laughs.

“I’m going to get you back. Don’t you worry about,” he says.

“We’ll see about that,” you say.

Playing grab ass with your husband was definitely fun.

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[silverbld]

Yall are so sweet to keep kudos-ing my ancient fics. I've been going though some shit and haven't written anything in absolute ages. I'm feeling better now though, maybe I'll do a little drabble request dealing with one of the tags?

Lmk, requests are open by comments here.

- P1pp1ns_Mushr00ms

[trrriple-rrr]

Welcome to the start of the 8th Advent Calendar Stories! I really can’t believe it’s been so long already. I also can’t believe that it took eight years till I finally got to write about Thorin! This is a modern!AU of course. Set in current times, including everything that comes with those. I have tried to stay away from the main topic of this year but my mind wouldn’t let me. So the stories are heavily influenced by current events (if that isn’t your cup of tea right now I fully understand!) but please take this writing with a grain of salt and a cheeky wink when certain rules are in place and others conveniently are not.

I hope you will enjoy these stories and a bit of romance at the start of this month and the end of this year. Off we go....!

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DEC 1st

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You’ll never get used to this.

It’s been months now and you just know you’ll never get used to this. The sight of the empty chairs and empty tables. The turned down lights. The lack of hushed conversations or laughter, the sound of glasses clinking together or cutlery scraping along porcelain. At least the smell is still the same. The different scents from the kitchen floating around you, making your mouth water.

“I’m here.” You call out as you step further into the restaurant and let the entrance door fall shut behind you. There’s no one around to remind you to do it carefully and quietly after all.

“Just in time. We just got a call…” Your boss is smiling at you even though you can tell this situation is taking a toll on her. Her eyes look tired and there are new worry lines etched into her skin. She waves you through to the kitchen and you hope that she can tell that you are smiling back at her evenif the lower half of your face is hidden from view right now.

That’s another thing you’ll never get used to. Not seeing people’s smiles. As much as you hated seeing some customer’s pretentious and pinched faces in the restaurant while waiting their tables -you really miss it now… getting the whole human experience. Complete with full facial expressions.

You shake your head to clear your mind.

There’s a delivery box already packed and waiting for you in the kitchen. The chef has moved on from it instantly and starts shouting out his next orders.

You check the box’s contents and the order before you grab it. At least you still got to do this. It’s like waiting tables. Just…takes longer and is more stressful. Plus you don’t get to see your customers in their Sunday best but various sweatpants collections now, there’s also the odd pyjama or boxer shorts. Sometimes you really just see too much of people now.

“Be right back.” You call out and scan the slip of paper in your hand again. King’s Street. Erebor Mining.

Great. It’s probably one of these huge office buildings. You roll your eyes and get into your car. Hopefully you can just leave the order at the reception and be out of there again quickly.

You know the kind of people working in these huge companies. They are usually the most obnoxious diners in the restaurant. And large office buildings just really creep you out.

Great. That delivery will be fun.

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Notes: Thank you to the wonderful @once-upon-a-mystrade for this year’s stylish banners.

[fizzyxcustard]

Stranded (Drabble)

Another fic that I should have worked on a LONG time ago, and has been sat in my inbox for nearly two years. Requested by @lathalea with the arranged marriage trope mashed up with being stranded due to weather, with our favourite Dwarf King. 

I'm only tagging @littlesweetdressmaker (at her specific request)

I know this is probably longer than a drabble, but it's just intended to be a very short piece and that's why I'm not tagging anyone, unless they specifically request.

The wind whirled outside, shaking the roof of the small hut where you and Thorin had taken refuge. The snow was now so deep that you could barely open the door, so you were grateful that Thorin had already chopped some branches from a nearby tree, as the snow got heavier, for you to use as firewood. 

The storm had hit suddenly, out of the blue, only a week before your wedding. Thorin was still confused as to why you had volunteered to go with him on a private meeting. The meeting was due to take place the following day with his cousin, Dain. Thorin hoped that Roac would come to their aid shortly, and be able to send a message on to Dain, confirming that Thorin would not be in attendance. 

“Once the snow has cleared, I will be returning to Erebor with you, to not only attend your wedding, but make sure you get home safely,” Thorin ordered. “The meeting with Dain can be re-arranged.” 

“I feel guilty for being the reason that your meeting will be cancelled,” you said softly. Your gaze scanned the floor, locking on your boots. In truth, you wanted to be away from Erebor as long as possible, as it meant you would remain unmarried. Your father had arranged for the marriage a few years ago. But now you had returned to Erebor from the Blue Mountains after Thorin had been victorious at the Battle of Five Armies, your father had renewed the arrangement. 

“You seem pensive,” Thorin said, rubbing his hands together over the small open fire. The hut was fairly well stocked with blankets, but other items were scarce. His silver-blue gaze drifted over you, and he noticed you shiver. 

Thorin grabbed a blanket and curled it around your shoulders. 

You could smell his earthy scent and the penetration of his gaze made you swallow hard and your heart race. He was so breathtakingly beautiful and had always seemed so unaware of that fact. 

The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds, and slowly, Thorin moved towards you. 

You took a sharp intake of breath just as his lips pressed to yours. Heat rose, and in those moments, all you cared about was him. In fact, for the last year, all your world had been was him. But he had never known. 

As your kiss ended, he curled his hand around your flushed cheek. Tears began to well in his eyes as he knew that you were betrothed to someone else and would never be his. 

[luna-redamancy]

Hello loser :) I love your work (duh you knew that) Do you think you could do a short little something? Kinda like lazy mornings with Bilbo but this time it’s with thorin? Gosh just... He’s my love and you’re so good and ugh

Anything for you babes ❤️ Here you goooo:

The sun's rays kissed your skin, warm butterflies floating on your cheeks as your eyes fluttered beneath your eyelids. It was Sunday, a peaceful morning with nothing to do. No meetings, no planned appearances, no stress. Not wanting to wake up just yet, you turned to nuzzle your face into Thorin’s chest while throwing your arm around him, his arms still wrapped around you like a child holding a teddy bear, never letting go throughout the night. 

Thorin shuffled slightly, him too being risen by the sunlight, pulling you closer while one hand moved to cradle your head. 

“G’Morning,” His voice was husky with sleep, like a low growl in your ear. Sleepily pressing kisses to your forehead and temple, Thorin nuzzled the crown of your head while you felt a smile begin to stretch your lips. 

“Morning,” You whispered back, leaning forward to press a kiss to his chest, your hand drawing shapes as you rested your head on him. 

Thorin began to run his fingers through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp as you began to hear the songs of the birds, the sun stretching further into the room. Tilting your head up, you gave Thorin a sleepy smile causing him to give you one back. Bumping his forehead against yours, Thorin continued to rub your scalp as he tilted his head to give you a long, soft kiss. Pulling away you two rubbed your noses together in an eskimo kiss. 

Sighing happily you pulled yourself up higher next to him, burying your face in his neck. He smelt of pine and fires, a hint of ale tying them both together. But to you, it smelt like home. 

Thorin dropped his hand from your hair down to your middle back, rubbing comforting circles. 

“What do you want to do today?” You questioned after a long moment of silence. 

“I could think of a couple things,” He hummed, rubbing his thumb under the strap of your nightgown. 

Laughing you hummed back, kissing his jaw before you heard the familiar sound of boots coming closer in the hallway. 

“Well, I think those things may have to wait,” You prophesied as Kili knocked on the door. 

“Oh Uncle!!!”

A lazy morning can only last so long with more than one Durin around.

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[goldrun]

An unexpected inquiry

A/N: I just got this idea inside my head and just HAD to write it down. It’s been quite a while since I wrote a fanfic at all, so i hope you enjoy it. Part II is on its way and I hope to upload it soon!

Word count: 1397

Warnings: None

From the moment Fili had laid his eyes on you he knew it. You were his One. He never saw you before, let alone met you. He saw you working in a flower shop he walked by that day. It was located inside an alley he never walked through. It was quite a busy place, and many dwarfs were walking in and out of several shops. He kept watching you from afar, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible, to both you and every other dwarf in the alley. Busy with every client that entered the shop, who walked outside one by one with large bouquets of roses or sunflowers most of them bigger than themselves. It was late afternoon and he was watching you from outside the window, busy cutting the stems from a bundle of daffodils. He tightened the hood upon his head so know one would notice the royal presence.

Fili remembered the stories he had been told ever since he was a tiny dwarf. When you meet your One you just know it. It’s like an ignition. A spark and it’s always mutual. Instantly. And this was the first time ever he felt like this. “I must ask her to court me.” He thought by himself. Every other dwarf would consider him a fool for even having this thought. But Fili was certain of this. He really was.

The weather was a bit rainy and he fastened his cloak. Fili waited a few minutes until most of the customers were gone, but for Mahals sake it felt like hours. When there was one customer left, Fili made his way towards the green door walking over the shiny cobblestones. With his heart pounding in his chest he pushed the door open, and the bell was jangling. The last customer, an older male dwarf walked past by with a bouquet of tullips and greeted Fili with a nod and a smile which he responded. His hands were getting all sweaty when he walked towards you. Was he sure of doing this? You didn’t notice someone entering the shop as your eyes met a pair of blue ones in a sudden moment, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. You recognized him promptly. You didn’t expect any royalty in your shop today, and definitely not one of the dwarf princes. You heard the most vulgar rumors about the two brothers, which you believed most were true.

“Prince Fili! To what do I owe you this honor?” Smiling widely, trying to hide the thoughts you were just having. Your blue dress standing out of all the colors that were surrounding you.

“Good afternoon miss.” He answered nervously while he fumbled a string that was hanging from his cloak.

A few seconds you had the time to observe the prince. Sure he was handsome, to say the least. His blond hair was braided neatly on the sides, as well as his moustache with silver beads hanging on the ends. You noticed a dimple when you looked further. Oh no, your biggest weakness. Looking at appearances, you preferred this one out of the two brothers.

“What can I help you with?” You leaned on the counter with both your hands, still with a smile on your face.

He slowly made his way towards you until you two stood eye to eye as he took a deep breath.

“I am asking you to court me.” A short pause.  “If you’ll have me.” He said very loud and clear. His eyes hopefully gazed into yours.

Your mouth fell open and your mind was stuck in confusion. What just happened?

“Excuse me, did you just asked me to court you?” You asked as if you didn’t understand the words. You folded your arms in front of you and glanced at Fili.

He nodded, but not as confident as he seemed a few seconds ago.

“I’m very sorry but I just met you? You don’t even know my name!” you said in shock.

“So you don’t feel it?” His voice fell into an utter disappointment. "You're not feeling what I am feeling?"

“Feel what exactly?” you asked, turning your head sideways. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh Mahal this is extremely embarrassing.” He whispered softly. His cheeks reddend as he buried his hands in his face. Was there someplace he could hide?

“I thought you were my One.” The words fell on the ground like thunder.

You stayed in silence, as if your mouth forgot how to move. Of course you heard about the stories and how people were finding each other. Sadly you never had the privilege to find yours.

“I’m afraid I’m not feeling the same way like you're feeling.”

He looked down at the ground and nodded. “I understand.” He mumbled. “I-I must leave now.” His words stumbled. He turned around to run away but your sudden voice stopped him.

“Wait!” You felt sorry when you felt a sharp pain in your heart. He turned around and looked at you again. 

“Maybe ask me out to dinner first? Not everyday someone asks you to court them you know.” A grin appeared on your lips. “And I can’t say I’m not flattered...”

After what just happened, Fili was definitely not expecting this scenario. He didn’t rehearse this part either.

He toughened himself up.

“How about tomorrow? 8 o’clock?” He asked.

You nodded. “I’ll be here.”

A genuine smile appeared on his lips as he bowed.

Fili stood still for a second until he slowly turned around and walked away. You watched his footsteps until he met the frontdoor. But your voice turned him around.

"Y/N." you said. "My name is Y/N."

“See you then Y/N.” He said grinning, and he walked away. He felt stupid in an instant, how could he forget to ask her name? You watched him walking down the alley, him turning around to look at you one or two times, you couldn’t remember, until he was out of sight.

You sighed. What a day.

You didn’t even got the time to fathom everything that occurred when your friend knocked on the window. You immediately smiled at her. “Just a second!” You gathered your stuff and grabbed your olive green cloak as you put it on. After you locked the door of the shop with a silver key you hugged your friend.

“How was your day Alavà?” You asked. The two of you were walking through the alley, just like every other work day. “Hmm nothing special, baked some bread, made some cakes. We should find some other jobs.” She sighed. You nudged her side, “Hey just because you hate your job that doesn’t mean I hate mine!” You two laughing out loud.

“You never believed what happened to me today. Like, ever.” You said while your footsteps aligned and almost jumping over a few children who were running by. 

“What happened then?” Your friend asked curiously.

“Prince Fili walked into the shop." You paused for a few seconds.

“That’s doesn’t seem quite normal to me indeed.“ She acknowledged.

 "And asked me to court him. Just randomly!” You yelped.

Alavà stopped walking. “Wait, WHAT?!” She grabbed your arm in disbelief as she looked at you. “This is a joke isn’t it?”

“No, I’m not joking” You tried to say calmly.

“And what did you say?” She almost crushed your upper arm.

“I said that I don’t even know him and that he should ask me out to dinner first.”

“But didn’t you used to say how horrible the Durin brothers must be! You’ve heard the stories. They’re womanizers, sharing beds with every girl they can lay their hands on.” Your friend tried to convince you. “I care about you and I don’t want to see you ending up with someone who isn’t worthy, even if it's a prince.” Even though Alavà jokes around a lot, she was dead serious this time.

Your face softened and you took her hands in yours.

“I know Alavà.” You faced her now. “And I can assure you, I’m not in to the prince at all. If he were my One I would've known that by now. I'm just curious and I want to figure out if those rumors are true. I know that you care, and I promise i won’t get lost in it. And if I do, you can slap my face.” you said with laughter. Alavà giggled. “Oh I will do that!”

You hugged her tight and then you walked to your own home. Yours felt even colder and emptier than normal.

Even feeling a bit nervous about what would happen the day after.

[legolaslovely]

For you my friend! @deepestfirefun :) Also, you guys may like this if you dream about Richard just as much as I do! @xxbyimm @ra-of-light @alae-megallen 

You stood alone in the large kitchen of your shared apartment in a shirt of his that you stole and your favorite pair of jeans. You glared at the sautéed vegetables and the water you were boiling for pasta. You missed the delicious meals he often made for you and were not ready for another night of overcooked spaghetti and soggy vegetables. You sighed and swayed to the music in your bare feet.

‘Just stare into space, picture my face in your hands.

Live for each moment without hesitation and never forget I’m your man.’

You turned up the volume on the speakers until you swam in the piano’s melody. This was your song- yours and his. You always listened to it when he was away and you knew he listened to it whenever he especially missed you. He was the one who showed it to you for the first time.

You closed your eyes as you hummed along. You wrapped your arms around yourself and pretended he was there behind you. You felt your chest tighten and you allowed your tears to fall, but essentially ignored them, concentrating on the words he so often sang to you.

You were quickly yanked out of your trance. Someone was pounding on the door. You growled as you headed for the entrance to your apartment, refusing to turn down the music. Your neighbors would just have to deal with it for another hour. When you reached the door, you flung it open and gasped.

“Miss, (Y/L/N), do you realize how loud your music is?”

There he was, home a week early. You snatched him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him inside, slamming the door closed and folding your arms around his neck. You heard his bag drop to the floor and he picked you up with ease and carried you to the kitchen.

You slid down his body until your feet touched the floor, but remained glued to him as he leaned over and shut off the stove. Then his arms were around you again, holding you up with a strong but tender grip. He shifted you so you were dancing, your cheek resting on his shoulder and his fingers laced in yours. Perfect.

You sniffed hard. God, you were so happy to have him back.

“No tears, love,” he said, though his voice was fuzzy with emotion as well. He kissed your hair and his lips remained there as he softly sang to you.

‘But more than ever, I simply love you more than I love life itself.’

Everyone needs to go and listen to I Guess That’s Why They Call it the Blues and imagine having a long distance relationship with their favorite celebrity. 

You can all thank me later.

I may or may not write a fic about this ASAP.

[scariusaquarius]

“Let’s have a baby” with Guy of Gisborne.

EEEEP ❤❤❤ Sir Gizzy with a side of Fluff!

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Love/Fluff

49: “ Lets have a baby. ”

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It had only been about eight months since you had been united with Sir Guy of Gisborne, but you were sure that you wanted to be with nobody else ever, no matter what time you were living in.

It was a sweet and passionate love, one so unbreakable that you were sure that no evil could touch it, and it made you believe that you were finally ready to begin your family.

You had been hinting at it for a while now, having felt that you had lived the solitary life you wanted to live with Guy. It was time for a son or daughter to be brought into the picture, and Guy was just as ready for it...he just didnt know if you were or not, and he would never dare push you to bear him children when you were not ready.

As you walked through Nottingham, the town children came to play around you, enjoying some of the extra food and sweets you would bring to them when visiting the castle.

You could see Guy at the gates, talking to one of the townsmen, and when he spotted you, Guy's dark look turned into the brightest sunshine-smile you had seen yet for the day.

Guy made his way to you, and not even worrying about the eyes that were sure to be watching, he deeply kissed you.

"Ewe! Lady Gisborne is gonna catch cooties!"

You chuckled against Guy's lips before pulling back and warning teasingly.

"If you dont run along, I'll kiss all of you and give you cooties too!"

The children let out screams when you came at them with puckered lips, making kissing noises. The kids began to run away, and you laughed at the hilarity, Guy smiling with you.

"As cute as that was, I'm afraid those kisses are all mine."

Guy's lips brushed against your cheek, and you chuckled before asking.

"And what about our children? Are they not allowed a mothers kiss?"

Guy sighed, looking up in thought.

"Hm, a valid point, but I won't have to worry about children stealing my kisses away just yet."

You smiled softly before saying.

"I think I am quite ready to see our children stealing all of your kisses...quite so. My love, let's have a baby."

Guy's smile dropped, and he asked with wide eyes, searching your face for any signs of trickery.

"You are serious? You really want to start a family with me?"

"Yes! I believe I have been ready to do so for a while."

Guy slowly smiled before picking you up bridal style, making you squeal and laugh, and Guy said to you softly.

"You are the greatest thing to have ever come into my life."

"As you are to me."

[thefanficmistress]

Just Rest Dear: Requested ☆

Requested by : @purplerain85 - Hope you enjoy it. Something small and sweet.  ____________

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Message me if you would like a FanFic Sunday Request. __________________ It’s midnight and you stare at the clock on your desk and sigh. Dropping your pen on the desk, you putt your hands over your face, and let out a little scream of frustration. You were tired, and longed for your bed, and the arms of the love of your life. Not to mention food. It was the end of the month and your quarterly reports were due for your department. You were a Global Services Coordinator for a large company, and the Team Lead for your department. It didn’t always feel like you were, when your own boss would leave their work for you to do. So, everyone in your department looked to you for guidance. But to be honest, your boss never actually kept up with the weekly reports, and it was your job to gather the data every quarter so that your team didn’t get into trouble. So, to prevent this, you had a little meeting with your team, a system was developed to where everyone kept track, and at the end of the week, it would be entered. This made the job a little easier, but there was still a lot to enter. Not to mention your boyfriend had come into town, and you felt awful for not meeting him at that airport to greet him. The entire day you would stare at your phone at the encouraging texts, with smiley face emojis, xoxoxxx messages, and a adorable gif he made, of him blowing you a kiss. Your phone buzzes, and you part your hands, to see another message from him.  RICHARD: {You can do this sweetheart. Just think of me, at home waiting for you. XXX  (Smiley face ) } So you pick up your phone and reply… YOU: {That is the only thing keeping me going. If I quit my job, would you hold that against me?} SEND RICHARD: {Go ahead if you are truly unhappy there. I know that you are a very independent woman, but I can’t help but to admit that I would love nothing more than to take care of you.} You smile at his message, and start to type a reply, but then another message from him pops up. RICHARD: {Also, the only thing I would hold against you is….me. And seeing that I haven’t touched you in months, I can’t wait for you to come home. (Winkey face & heart emoji) You immediately blush, and erase the text you were typing, to reply back to him. YOU: {Omg, please don’t say that. Not while I am here, I just might say fuck these reports, and jump in an Uber and come home.} SEND RICHARD: {Please do, so that I can…fuck you.}

You let out a soft scream, and giggle to yourself. It’s almost been a year since you’ve been a couple and dating an actor wasn’t easy. He was away for weeks at a time, and with other beautiful woman, who made you look like trash, but he always found a way to let you know that you were the most beautiful woman to him. He called you every morning, to leave a sweet message for you when you woke, and he would wake up in the middle of the night to just talk to you when he knew it was day time for you in the States. Your birthday had recently passed, and he was upset that he couldn’t make it. Fearful really. A side of him you never saw. He called you, in a panic state, apologizing that he couldn’t leave, or arrange for you to come to him, due to his schedule in Berlin. He begged you to forgive him, and to not give up on him or the relationship. Due to his job, he was always so careful with relationships. He tended to take it easy, and not get too serious. He learned that when he was serious about a woman, they would move in together, she would get tired of him being away, and she would leave him. So, missing your birthday was the moment he thought he would lose you. So to prevent that, you were sent flowers in the morning before you left for work, a personal chef to cook you breakfast, lunch and dinner, a personal shopper, with Richards credit card to treat yourself to whatever you wants, PLUS when you were at work, your entire office was covered in balloons, chocolates, flowers, and a GIANT, GIANT brown teddy bear that took two of your male co-workers to get down into the Uber when you left for home. Then the poor driver had to get it out of the car. This time, he had come home from shooting Berlin Station, and he didn’t waste time getting on a plane. He scheduled it ahead of time, and said nothing, and no one was going to stop him from seeing you again. He told his assistant not to bother him unless it was a 911 situation. He wanted nothing to distract him from you, and he meant it. Richard could show such devotion and attention to you it was scary. 4 hours later, your reports were done, turned in, and everyone was saying goodbye in the parking lot. They wanted to go out and go to one of the 24 hr bars, but you wanted to go home. So you did, and wished them a goodnight. 20 minutes later, you get to your apartment block, grab the keys out of your bag and climb the stairs by two. You walk into the apartment and directly make a beeline to the bathroom to freshen up. As you push open the bedroom door, you see Richard a sleep on top of the covers. Legs crossed at the ankles, one arm over his stomach the other behind his head, and he was still sitting up against the headboard, with pillows behind his back. Your shared golden retriever Loki was lying near him, and was too sleepy to fully greet you, but his tail swayed and tapped on the bed. The glow of the low volume TV filled the room. You place your bag down, and go into the bathroom, and close the door.    The water splashed over your skin as it clings and crawls down. Slowly, it carries away the evidence of today's hard work, leaving you raw and exposed for the night to come. You battle up with the fresh sent of honey and pomegranate. The body wash felt cold but refreshing against your skin, the strong sent consumed your sense. The heat of the water was pleasant, and you knew that you could stay in here all night, but you couldn’t. You would much rather your bed, and your man. Once washed, you step out of the shower and dry your body off. You walked towards your open bedroom and when you poked your head out, you still see that Richard is asleep. You didn’t want to wake him, and it wasn’t fair to when he traveled so far. You would have tomorrow, and tonight you would let him rest. So, you step out, and make your way to the dresser, and you allow the towel to drop on the floor. The cold air of the room chills your skin, but you love the sensation. The air allowed your body wash to flow around you, and the scent of honey and pomegranate hits you. So, you smell your wrist and indulge yourself for a moment. God you loved that body wash. So did Richard. It was his favorite. You never heard the bed, nor the feet on the ground, but you immediately felt the hold of hands on your waist. A hard body pressed against your back, and a fully hard groan pressed against your ass. Richard had gotten up and started kissing your neck, as he moved your wet hair over to one shoulder. His hands exploring the curves of your newly washed flesh. His right hand slipped up the curve of your waist, over your toned stomach, and up to your breast. He took one fully and squeezed. You felt his lips at your ear. “I missed you sweetheart.” He said. He was always so loving and gentle with you. He may seem sweet in front of others, and the camera, and he really was. But when he was alone with you, his dominate, side always showed. He was protective, assertive, and god was he an animal in bed. Naughty and sweet. Just how you like it. “I missed you too baby.” You said with a sigh, leaning back into his arms, enjoying the caress of his hands on your body. You slowly turn to face him, your head fully tilted up to meet his gaze. The blue eyes of a sex god stared back at you. His pink lips were welcoming and exciting. You both fall silent. The clock ticks and hearts beat in double time. The heat of his breath and skin against your s contrasts against the cold of the bedroom. You’re not sure exactly when it happened, or how but there wasn’t a gap between your bodies anymore. You weren’t sure of who started it. You weren’t sure where you were or what day it was. Were you still awake or dreaming, but all you knew and cared about was that you were kissing Richard Armitage. Feeling pure ecstasy under his lips, his hands, his voice, his scent, his body. He kissed your neck and your eyes flutter shut. Your breathing hitches in your throat. He stares at you as he leans in. Your mind is saying to stop but your body isn't responding nor is your mouth moving. You were tired but you wanted him badly. His lips slightly brush yours. You couldn’t take it anymore and you crash your lips onto his. He moans just like you do. Pleasure is taking over your body. He pushes you up under your thighs so your legs are wrapped around his waist. He turns and carries you to the bed. Loki jumped down know what was about to happen. You feel him grind his hips into you and a surprising growl leaves his mouth. He breaks the kiss and pulls back looking at you. Taking in the sight before him, his eyes travel up and down your naked body, then he makes eye contact again. “As much as I would love to take advantage of you in the state. I am afraid I cannot do so when you are this tired.” He voices his concern. He leans in atop you, his hands caressing your cheeks. He kisses on and then the other. “But what if I told you I wanted to?” You ask, Turing your head to allow him the chance to kiss you. You missed his touches, and kisses. The weight of his body against yours was heaven. He didn’t want it to stop. You didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. On the other hand, you were exhausted. A 18 hour work shift wasn’t your favorite, and you knew that if you started, you wouldn’t have been able to concentrate for long. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me right now?” Richard said dryly, almost a growl as his eyes moved up and down your naked frame.  “hmmm...” You moan as your hand moved to the waist band of his pants, and sliding under them you took hold of his full erection in your hand. He gasped, in response, and slowly started to move in your hand. He moaned loudly, and closed his eyes, lost in the moment.  He then caught himself, and pulled back, and your hand released him. He took a deep breath and let out a puff of air.  “I want to as well, but I would much rather you get your rest.” He finally managed to say as he cleared his throat.  “Really?” “Yes, especially for what I have planned for you in the morning, later that day and at night. You will not be leaving this bed.” He said with a devilish smirk. Fuck. You knew you were in trouble. The last time Richard was gone for this long, you were sore for days, and every time you looked at him, you blushed hard. You would never look at your ottoman the same, and now whenever you eat strawberries you get horny. Richard new how to touch and fuck you in such a way that it was sinful. His intentions might be pure, and he might really just want to cuddle, but he wouldn’t mind if this escalated. It might even just be that he really just wanted to cuddle, but then being so close to you got him all riled up. Unless you’re cuddling post-sex, odds are he wouldn’t mind you putting the moves on him. But you knew that he would not do anything while you were this tired. He was always concerned about your rest, and he knew this day was hard for you. So, you both crawled to the top of the bed, Richard removed his clothes, and Loki jumped back on the bed join you. You nestled into Richards arms, and he kissed you goodnight. You watched TV until you didn’t realize that you fell asleep. Richard whispered he loved you into your ears, and pulled you so close to his body, and rested his head on yours. You both fell into a blissful sleep. END