#this still needs editing but do I look Like I care

[coffe-and-tea-time]

Lovesick! Doctor x Reader

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ You need a proper care, Dear ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Hi, Coffee speaking! We both got a cold and I wanted to indulge a bit, I also got a little obsession with Lovesick! Wally ngl but I choose to start with the doctor expect me to write for a Lovesick! Patient soon

Hi, Tea speaking! We actually were also saying nonsense about humanized Pepsi (my favorite soda) and 7UP (Coffee's favorite) so yeah (why does my twin drool over a muppet?)

btw, this isn't edited due to Tea still being really sick, so do expect weird sentence structure/words or misspells, sorry in advance, just one twin absorbs all the intelligence in the womb and that was certainly not me/j

tw: this dude shouldn't be a doctor, yandere behavior, drugging, manipulation, kinda paranoia? , reader doesn't know anything is happening, written in you/yours (this is just fiction, I don't really know about medications I just research a bit to write this)

It was only a cold, you just need to go to the doctor to get the certificate and maybe some paracetamol and then leave, easy, isn't it?

As you walk in the hallways of the hospital you turn right, having a hard time trying to find yourself in this big hospital, but it seems like you were right, as you bump into a doctor, your doctor.

"dear? What are you doing here? Here is no place to wander off!"

The panic in his voice is easily noticeable, as if you walk into a horror movie and choose to separate from the group without telling anyone.

“I’m sorry doctor, I just got a little disoriented here and there and ended up here..”

You don’t really get why he reacted like that, it's a hospital anyway, the worst thing that could happen is that you enter into an operating room but there is always a sign on them… I think?

“huh, I see Anyways, don’t worry, it's just that there is no place to wander around, let me guide you towards the other floor again. I will take you in right away, is that cold of yours keep bothering?”

“Yeh, it’s seems like everyday it’s getting worse, I don’t think I could be outside of my house too much without getting a bit dizzy”

You started talking about your recent problems because of your stupid cold that doesn't seem to faze away, the path to his consultory felt shorter than you could remember but well, guess it’s normal that happens when you're focused on talking, isn't it? You choose to just blame your mind and take a seat in the neat room as the doctor talks.

“Seems like the symptoms are getting worse… too much slowly”

“I’m sorry doctor, what did you say? I didn’t really catch the last part”

You say rather chill than you should, the first part was about your cold being worse, isn't it? Well, that’s true, kinda makes you wonder if it really is a cold but not wanting to sound like a hypochondriac, plus, the doctor is peacefully researching something in one of his drawers although you can't really see his face since his back is turned to you.

“Oh, I was just commenting how you are having a really rough time, I was thinking about giving you a different medication before it gets even worse. I would rather if you sit for a little, like 15 to 20 minutes before leaving after taking it, I’m really worried about you, you look lost in thought, it’s doesn't really appear like you are here with me right now…”

Well, what he says is right, your mind seems all over the place these days, good for you to have such an attentive doctor. He hands you a pill and a glass of water.

“This is Benadryl, it's just an allergy medicine, but can give some sleepiness. I ask you to sit and wait because of that, isn’t a real problem feeling sleepy but I want to make sure it doesn’t trigger your dizziness. I change the medication because I think you can have more of an allergy than a cold due to your symptoms that are also not fading away and even getting stronger, you see, it’s normal to find allergies or develop them as you grow..."

As he keeps explaining complex things, you just wonder what to blame if it happens to be the cause of an allergy as you take the pill with the help of the water. You two keep talking peacefully, as you wait for the time to pass, it seems like the doctor was right in seeing it coming that you were gonna get kinda sleepy. Does this doctor not have any other appointment or something?

“Well, and that's about it, any questions?”

You started to feel more tired, your head felt heavy, but well, the doctor warned you about it, so you try to ignore it and wait for it to just pass.

“To be honest, yes, but this is more out of personal curiosity, what was the floor where I was earlier before you found me? It was really empty for a hospital…”

… Are you moving or are things in the room suddenly alive? You get a little surprised and try to stand up to check your own condition without thinking about it though. You feel like you lost your balance, as if all around you is spinning, the doctor is fast to come beside you, ready to grab you if you happen to fall.

“Don’t worry about it, you couldn't see any people because it's a floor for rather special inpatients we deal with. Focus on you now, what’s your name? How many fingers am I holding up?”

You try to fight to keep yourself awake, yet before you could answer his questions, your vision went dark and you finally lost consciousness.

". . ."

He holds you so tenderly, avoiding your unconscious head to get hit and end up with a contusion or something like that.

“Rohypnol is really quick to act, huh? Don’t worry Dear, I will make sure you won’t need to deal with stressful stuff from today on, that would get you here in the end anyways, I’m just avoiding you some pain…”

He gently kisses your forehead before notifying through the phone in the room that someone fainted and will require admission to the hospital.

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

images from pinterest

[iateyourparents]

Please write more about sam !! absolutely love your writing

golden | s.g.

pairing: sam golbach x fem!reader

summary: you once believed love would be black and white, but with sam it’s golden.

warnings: not edited, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry, english isn’t my first language)

an: thank you love!! kinda inspired by taylor swift’s songs, hope you like it <33

Sam was like a ray of sunshine or a breeze of fresh air. He was everything.

You weren’t good at relationships and you knew Sam could do so much better. He easily could have someone who knows how to receive and reciprocate his love.

But somehow, he still chose you and decided to shower you with love even when you weren’t sure if you deserved it.

Samuel Golbach was full of love, he didn’t have any mean bone in his body and it still was shocking for you how someone like him, a literal sunshine, could willingly be with you, a midnight rain. You were perfect example of golden retriever and doberman.

You were two polar opposite, and yet you worked just perfectly fine together.

Sometimes, when you weren’t able to love yourself, he did it for both of you, and when he had bad day, you knew exactly what he needed to brighten up. It was just so natural for you two to be together.

And it still was something new for you, even though you were together for almost a year and half now.

Your past relationships weren’t perfect, far from it. Your love life was full of toxicity, jealousy and insecurity.

And then, you met Sam.

He always cared for you, your wellbeing, feelings and opinions. He was rarely jealous and never acted sickly because of it, and the way he loved you… Being loved by Sam made you feel like you were in heaven.

All the kisses, compliments, presents and random hugs. You don’t know what you did so right to be able to call him yours.

You looked at your right side where mentioned boy laid next to you on the bed.

He was smiling at you and you raised your brows.

“Baby?” he asked.

“Yeah?” you placed a kiss on his forehead which made his smile even wider.

“Let’s go on a date.” he offered.

“Sure, when do you want to go?” you laid your head on his arm.

“Now.” he laughed and you lifted your head to look at him with raised eyebrows.

“Now?”

“Yeah, let’s get dressed and we can go somewhere. Cinema, park, coffee shop.” he shrugged “Whatever you want.”

You laughed but got up from the bed and blonde boy followed your movements with his eyes. Cheeky smirk made its way onto his face when he was checking out your almost naked form.

“Are you getting up or what?” you raised your eyebrows and he laughed but got up and started dressing “Let’s go to park, I will prepare some snacks and we can have a picnic.”

“Sounds lovely.” Sam kissed your forehead while he was next to you to take fresh shirt from the shelf.

You both got ready and while Sam was looking for blankets you prepared snacks and drinks to take with you.

When you were both ready you made your way towards nearest park. It wasn’t far from your apartment, just a few minutes walk.

“Aww look at this pup.” you cooed to Sam, looking at the small golden retriever pup that was passing by you with his owner “We should get a dog one day.”

“If you want a dog we can get one even tomorrow.” he muttered affectionately to you and you lifted your eyes to met his. He was looking at you with puppy eyes and content smile, it made you feel butterflies.

“Let’s wait with it some time.” you giggled although you really wanted to agree “You have few trips planned and it would be better to get a dog while we’re both around so it could get used to both of us.”

“You’re right.” he smiled and kissed your head “What dog are you thinking about getting?”

You laughed nervously. How do you tell him you already knew what dog you would get? And you even talked with shelter about possible adoption.

You knew you should have talked about it with Sam first but you saw an add of the shelter on some website with the exact dog on the poster.

It was lovely, about one year old, girl who was rescued from people who neglected her. You fell for her ever since you saw her picture and even harder when you saw her at the shelter in person. You really planned to go there with Sam but he was on a trip with Colby back then.

“Alright, so I might want to take back my words about waiting.” you giggled and he looked at you with amusement and raised brows “I actually already know what dog we should adopt. And I might or might not had already talked with shelter about adopting this lovely girl.” you shrugged innocently and rushed to add “I’m sure you will love her, she’s such a cutie and so friendly.”

“Is it by any chance the dog you have on your laptop’s wallpaper?” he giggled and your eyes widened but you nodded uncertainly “She’s cute.” he admitted “We should go shopping for things for her.” he shrugged and you stopped in your tracks.

“Really? You’re not mad?” you asked hopefully placing your hands on his arms and he laughed.

“I’m not mad. I knew you would start this subject soon ever since I saw the picture. I might or might not also already met her at the shelter.” he stated.

“What? When?” you were surprised.

“Me and Colby were in shelter when there was this action to promote adoption. She quickly wormed her way into my heart.” he shrugged “I wanted to talk with you about her but then I saw the picture and decided to wait.”

“I love you.” you kissed him and soon you continued your way to the park.

Yeah, he was your golden boy. And he really made loving fun.

[obliviouskara]

top 5 supergirl episodes?

full disclosure i haven't seen the entirety of supergirl (ive literally only seen like 7 eps & its all season 1) so this list will probably change over time (bc im starting to painstakingly watch the show - imagine slowburn but watching a series) however ive watched like a ridiculous amount of supercorp edits so im going to base my choices on the parts where supercorp exist ha!

5. Season 1 - Red Faced

this would probably be the only none supercorp related yet still somehow my personal fave for a few reasons. i love this scene in particular bc it shows that cat grant cares for kara and what cat says here is very relatable. no matter how harsh cat can be at times, cat was a girl's girl here. she gave an advice which was helpful to both supergirl and kara. she had every right to rip kara viciously apart but instead she took a completely different route. i like the line she says here.

"You really need to figure out what's really bothering you." "You really need to find that anger behind the anger. And you really need to figure out what's really making you mad."

i think this was also the ep where kara acknowledged where some of the anger was coming from. even with zero dialogue and with mel's incredible acting skills she was able to convey so much emotions during that scene where she releases all her anger towards the red tornato. From losing her parents, losing her planet —her home, for losing everything and maybe even angry with her parents for the choices they made for her. it was such an incredible and very emotional scene.

im putting the rest in read more bc of how unnecessarily long this post has become

4. Season 2 - "The Adventures of Supergirl"

this should be easy. this was the first time kara met lena and changed the trajectory of every queer person watching this show and lena first delivered the first of many many questionably fruity (gay) lines fjlkajdla

"You couldn't have fooled me."

also bc of this scene thank you very much

3. Season 2 - "Luthors"

if there is one particular scene that convinced me to even give supergirl the time of day its obvs this one and lena "suspiciously straight" luthor delivered one of the most iconic lines on television in my opinion and now forever engraved in my mind. let's not forget lcorp CEO lena luthor took the time of day to fill catco employee kara danver's office with flowers like it's a regular tuesday but oh well

"now you'll have someone to stand up for you. always" "supergirl might have saved me but kara danvers, you are my hero."

screaming, crying, throwing up

2. Season 2 - "Exodus"

tada! i mean, look at it! how heroic! i also find it funny how grateful and confused lena was that kara danvers was having coffee with supergirl late at night but still

Season 2 - Ace Reporter

so this isnt at all groundbreaking bc honestly, 5 isn't enough and anything that has supercorp will be my favorite even though again i havent seen the rest of supergirl yet but we're ignoring canon so we're ignoring that fact too. i think this was the ep where kara was comforting lean about jack's death. i personally have a love and hate relationship towards this scene for many reasons but im a sucker for supercorp and there was a clip where kara hesitated and looked like she was about to plant a kiss on lena's head but then hugged her instead and i think its beautiful and im a sucker for kara leaning in towards lena

BONUS:

im too lazy to figure out where these clips are from which episode but this. i love every scene and its more like these below are my reasons for watching supergirl and has nothing to do with being my top 5 bwahaha

oh did i mention i also happen to have a weird obsession with superrojas i will not rest until i reach the ep where andrea rojas exist

[flamemittens]

For the bhaalspawn asks:

OK but how does Durge actually view relationships and romance?

From the 9th Edition DU asks here!

Gortash x F!Durge. 900 words.

A/N: So...this got a little out of hand. I'm not even sure if I've answered the question as I got lost in the sauce™, but have this silly thing anyway :)

The weather could have been better tonight.

Admittedly, the trellis that facilitates the climb up to Gortash’s chambers is more difficult to scale in the heavy rain, but she completes her ascent with relative ease, dropping onto the terrace.

There is no need to pick the locks on the doors—in a touch of perhaps foolish confidence he tends to leave them open these days—thus the only challenge is to enter quietly. She slips inside through half-drawn curtains, and pulls the doors shut behind her.

The light in here is low, but her eyes make the adjustment.

Then she sees him.

Enver is fast asleep on one of the large chaises by the fireplace, head back, feet planted on the floor, chest rising and falling. Free of his usual finery, he is simply dressed in a half-open black shirt and trousers. She pads softly over to him intending to wake him up, but…something stays her hand. She stands there frozen in place, a tightness in her chest, and imagines the lifeblood flowing through his veins. Considers him in his vulnerability. Considers them.

She has no point of reference, no guide for how all this is supposed to go. It was never meant to be like this. It’s been an evolution, a negotiation. Communication shifting from parchment to in-person, from neutral locations to between his sheets. Gifts viewed with suspicion at first, then reluctantly accepted. An unwelcome distraction—and indulgence—morphing into a welcome one. A meeting of minds, a push and pull. It is both delightful, and confusing.

She wonders if this is what it is like for everyone.

Truthfully, Enver Gortash is the only friend she has ever had. She smiles, thinking of what Sceleritas would say to that statement—the butler is devoted, and not fond of her Banite.

Her reverie is broken however as Enver chooses this moment to wake up; he gives a brief start, then relaxes, as he looks up at her with a level of softness she’s never seen before.

Something twists painfully in her chest as she realizes he is relieved the interloper is her when he should be afraid—it digs in alongside everything else she carries. She is struck once again by the thought that he has not been afraid of her for some time now. If he ever was. He’s not even surprised.

“Good evening, my dear Bhaalist” he says calmly, voice still raspy from sleep. He reaches out a hand and pulls her closer. “Why are you wet? You’re soaked through.”

“It’s raining outside. I was caught in a downpour.”

A resigned sigh signals his acceptance as he runs a hand across his face. “When it comes to you, it could be worse, I suppose.”

He stands up. “I shall call the servants and have a bath drawn for you.”

“There’s no need. Do not bother them.”

“Nonsense, I insist. For the sake of my new rugs, if nothing else. And I do so enjoy you smelling of my soaps.” He leaves the room, returning a moment later.

“Good. They are seeing to it now.”

“Enver?”

“Yes?”

“Why?”

He frowns and then turns to the fireplace, tossing another log into the flames. “Why what? My dear, as much as I enjoy puzzling you out, you’re going to have to give me more to go on.”

“Why do you care for me?” The question is neither simple nor complex, and it slides off her tongue like liquid before she can stop it. He has his back to her, but she catches how he briefly freezes, a sudden and subtle tension in his shoulders that he expertly dismisses before he continues. She has cornered him—not something that she achieves often with this man who is always several steps ahead—and bent their unspoken rules.

“So, you have decided to ask me all the difficult questions tonight, hmm?” He has opted, of course, for deflection.

“Oh, it’s a difficult question, is it? Should I be offended?”

“You know that’s not quite what I meant.”

“But that’s what you said.”

“Gods below. Well, it certainly isn’t because you infuriate me with disconcerting regularity.”

“No.” She grins slyly. “It’s in spite of that.”

He barks a laugh, then regards her for a moment before continuing.

“Now, while we wait, how about I show you what I’ve been working on today. And after we’re all done, perhaps you can give me the pleasure of your company until morning?”

“Lord Gortash, do you say that to all the guests you host in your personal chambers?”

He closes the distance between them, and gently grips her chin in his calloused fingers, tilting her head from side to side. She hopes to pass the inspection. Granted, there are times when she wants him to be the Chosen of Bane, but others where she prefers him to be Enver. Tonight, she finds she wishes for the latter.

“No” he murmurs after a spell, releasing her. “Only the ones who show up at near midnight drenched from head to toe, drip all over my upholstery, force me to call the servants to prepare a bath, and ask me questions.” He smiles down at her.

Enver it is.

She mirrors his expression. “That sounds awfully tiresome. You must suffer so.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Very well” she replies, leaning closer and patting his chest. “Tell me about your day, if you must.”

[jklhun-skaai]

tw: smutty content, praise kink

made a longer fic this time. btw this was a little rough, was up at 2am writing this and its barely edited so bare with me if any of it doesn’t make sense.

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you were on your way to Mace’s office from the medical clinic. you were allowed to head out for a 20 minute lunch break so your first thought was your boyfriend’s office.

you loved visiting Mace on your lunch breaks and spending time with him. he adored it as much as you did. but you had intentions with this particular visit. he was on your mind the entire time of your first shift.

you knocked on his door and opened it, poking your head through. “Hey, Mace.” you smiled and he turned to you, grinning. “Hey, come in.”

you took a seat on the chair in front of him. The familiar musky scent of his cologne filled your nose. sending tingles all over your body. As soon as you sat down you started talking about how your day was and how you were feeling so far. despite the fact that he was still focused on the paperwork in front of him, he listened to every word you spoke. a light chuckle here and a smile there.

and seeing Mace so focused fuelled your feelings for him, drove you to crave him more deeply than before.

you couldn't help yourself from admiring Mace from your seat. Everything he did caught your eye. The way he sat, the way he chuckled. you also couldn't stop your mind from thinking of him going at you, giving you all of his 6 ½ inches.

He caught you staring at him and the grin on his face grew wider, a teasing smirk formed on the corners of his lips.

"You're staring at me." He said softly, his voice becoming even more raspy with the added smirk. Your thoughts and desires were clearly not hidden from him at all.

It was clear that he knew you were staring at him and he was enjoying every single second of it. It filled him with the tiniest bit of satisfaction that you couldn't resist staring at him. “You feeling uncomfortable?" you asked. you wanted to do unspeakable things to him with the time you guys had left but it was risky.

"Not uncomfortable just yet," he said, a playful smile plastered on his face.

"Although I wouldn't mind being alone with you right now," he mumbled, the smirk growing wider with every word he said.

"yeah?" you raised an eyebrow and smirked as you placed your stuff on the table, then getting up to stand right in front of him. you looked at your watch and smiled. you two had plenty of time.

"You wouldn't mind, right?" you leaned closer to Mace, slightly exposing your cleavage to him.

"Don't tempt me," he said, the words coming out rather raspy. you ignored his warning and moved closer to him, giving him a better view of your breasts.

It was clear that he was more than willing to make use of the ample amount of time they had left together. But he didn't want to risk someone walking in at the exact wrong time and catching you together, the base wasn't entirely empty when he had to work.

"We need to be..." he paused, trying to think of the best word.

"Cautious."

"We will be cautious, we'll be quiet and careful." you said to him with desire spread across your face. you could feel the desire burning in your chest as you stood in front of him.

"Please, baby. I need you." you pleaded with a mischievous smile on your face.

He looked down and his eyes widened, the view of your breasts in front of him were more than enough to make him lightly bite his lip.

His eyes trailed up from your chest as you got closer to him, his gaze locking onto your face as his lips curled into a tiny smile.

"How could I say no when you ask me like that?" His voice was raspy, his eyes flicking from yours, to your chest, down to your lips... your eyes sparkled and you smiled when he agreed. you snaked your hands around his neck and your hands rested on the back of his neck. All he could do now was smile back mischievously as he leaned in and kissed you.

The kiss was full of passion, your lips soft and warm against each other. you could feel Mace harden in his pants and it made you smile.

It had been so long since you two had been able to do this comfortably. And now, the fact that no one would walk in made it all the more exciting.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as his hands went to your hips, pulling you as close to him as possible.

You could feel him straining against the erection in his pants as you continued the passionate kiss. A deep, raspy groan escaped him as his lips continued to lock with yours.

you chose to waste no time with your moment together. you pulled away from the kiss and looked into his eyes.

you needed him, your desire burning even more. you quickly took your pants off and placed them on the chair.

"Pick me up, baby." you spoke with a soft and sultry voice.

Mace couldn't believe what you just asked him to do.

The fact that you asked him to pick you up, to literally carry you with his own strength...

The raspy noise he made was one of excitement, there was no way he could deny your request.

He placed his hands under your ass, gripping you firmly, and without much thought, began lifting you up into his arms.

As he held you up, your hands immediately started moving towards his jeans. you undid the button and unzipped the pants. you could see the outline of his erection through his boxers, shivering in anticipation at the sight. your hands touching his jeans made him bite his lip even harder. The raspy sound that escaped his mouth confirmed that he was getting extremely worked up, his excitement steadily rising with the presence of your hands.

The sight of his erection through his boxers only added to the heat in the moment. He was breathing heavily, one moment away from losing control and letting his desires overtake him.

you looked back at Mace and smirked. He was just as excited. "Pull it out, baby." you spoke softly as you sighed. your words enough to send Mace into a frenzy, it was like a switch flipped inside his head.

you could feel yourself getting wetter by the moment as you waited. He'd waited long enough, and now he was getting rewarded for his patience.

He leaned in and put his face against the crook of your neck, his breath warm on your skin. He smiled against your neck.

Every little noise you let out pushed his desire over the edge.

He reached to the side of his waist and quickly removing his boxers, letting his cock spring free. you grew a little nervous about his size, he was big and you could take it but considering his current state he would probably be driven by his excitement.

His grip on you tightened as he did, his attention solely focused on this one thing at that moment. He leaned back away from your neck so that he could bring you closer to his stomach, and eventually your pelvic area was against his.

His breath quickened from the heat that was building up with your body so close.

His grip never loosened a bit as he began to thrust into your cunt, not giving you time to adjust to him and letting your body brush against his as he did so. He began to thrust his hips against you, his cock sliding into you gently and you let out a soft moan. His grip on you only tightened as you did. Mace was at a perfect length and girth for you to enjoy and it made your cheeks heat up.

The heat radiated off both of you and you were satisfied that you got what you wanted, what you needed. the slow and soft thrusts of his waist started getting faster and faster with the moans you let out.

His raspy breath was getting more pronounced each time you let out a sound, letting him know that he was pleasing you well.

His hands found your rear and he gripped you tightly as he picked up the pace, moving quickly with every thrust.

you wanted to let out a loud moan from

Mace picking up his speed but you two had to be quiet and careful so that you wouldn't get caught, so all you could do was let out soft and shaky moans. you loved the grip he had on your rear, there was something about his grip that sent waves of pleasure through your body. His raspy breath was all you needed to know that he was loving this too.

Your soft moans made him smile as he continued to pick up the pace. He was feeling more and more of your body heat radiating off of him with each passing second.

The raspy breaths were growing louder as he continued to fuck you, his hips almost moving involuntarily.

"Don't make a peep," he said between grunts, his words getting raspy and rough with the breathlessness beginning to get to him.

With his thrusts increasing in speed, you could feel your body start to quiver all over.

He knew how to please you when in desperate need and you had to take any chance to experience it.

"Yes sir," you replied with your submissive tone near his ear. referring to Mace as ‘sir’ was something you hadn’t done often but often enough for Mace to love it. and you were loving the sound of his grunts as he dragged his fat cock in and out of your pussy, teasing your g-spot and hitting your cervix with pure force.

"Good girl," he mumbled as your body began quivering and squirming from those quick thrusts.

The fact that he'd gotten you this close to the edge made him more worked up, his thrusts becoming less controlled and more frantic. His grip on your ass tightened as he fucked you faster and faster, his moans were nothing short of animalistic at this point.

As your body quivered even more, you could feel yourself getting close to coming. your quiet and shaky moans continued as you felt your body tense up.

"Mace, I'm going to cum," you whimpered softly as held it in as best as you could, you feeling your brain go blank. "You better keep that noise down..." He muttered, the words coming out rough and raspy.

Your moan was enough to make his grip on you loosen, but his grip tightened again as he picked up the pace one last time.

"I'm almost there." He said under his breath, the sound of your whimpers and mewls mixed with his own moans as he maintained his speed and force and he dicked you down.

you bit your lip, holding back a loud moan and a low grunt was let out instead.

"Yes sir." you replied and your body tensed for the last time before you finally reached your climax, coming on his dick.

you still continued to moan softly since he was close to climax too and still thrusting his hips deep into your cunt. upon hearing your faint moans, he nears his climax the sound of your voice being enough for him to reach his own release.

His voice became even more raspy as he shot his hot load into you and let out a deep, animalistic groan, his grip on you loosening even more with the last of his endurance spent.

you were glad that you had a quickie in his office and you leaned in, giving him a kiss on his lips.

You two were panted pretty hard but tried catching your breaths. His grip on your ass loosened completely as he leaned back against the wall.

He chuckled softly at the kiss. There was a slight grin on his face.

"My little good girl," he said softly, the grin turning into a full blown smile, "you were quiet just like I asked." his praise made your heart flutter, made your cheeks change colour. you felt that the quickie was a success since you two weren’t loud at all.

Tara let out a little giggle and smiled. "I didn't want any attention drawn to your office. I didn't want us to get caught as well." He didn’t want you to get caught and suffer terrible consequences. his eyes were beaming with satisfaction. he set you down, wanting you to get to your feet.

He straightened his body and picked up his boxers, then picked up your pants from the chair and handed them back to you.

"We were very quiet..." he said as he began to put his boxers back on and straightened up his uniform.

"We couldn't have been any more careful."

you looked down at your legs, feeling his cum dripping from your pussy. he noticed too and let out a low chuckle at the sight. you quickly took a trip to his bathroom to wipe his cum from your body. you then returned to his side.

you held your hand out, taking your pants from Mace and put them back on. Then you straightened out your scrubs and made sure you looked presentable. he watched you with an amused smile on his face. He knew he didn't have to worry about you when it came to looking presentable and appropriate.

While Mace leaded back and admired you, you adjusted your hair. you glanced at the time and smiled, noticing that you had finished just before your break was over with a few minutes remaining.

you turned to Mace and gave him a brief kiss on his cheek and smiled softly. "I need to head out to work. I'll see you when my shift is over."

His eyes stayed locked on you as you kissed him on the cheek and went to leave, a slight grin spreading across his face as you did so.

"'ll see you later," he said. you opened the door and spoke a gentle,

"Bye, baby." before shutting the door behind you. Mace looking down only for a few more seconds before you were gone. Now he could focus on his paperwork and continue to act professional.

[oldhalloweentape]

🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader ⛏️

(Two different sides Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request here! Hey!!! Thanks for waiting guys, I really appreciate you all for all the support— I hope that you have a lovely day!!! :DDD)

- When you guys first met and were still friends, they appreciated the way you kept both them and the group in check. It was the way you cared after all!

- But when you both were a couple and started getting comfortable with each other? And you started acting entirely different— More free and expressive? Oh my god did they love it.

- They definitely return the energy, listening intently then yammering right alongside you.

- Jumping up and down on the bed as you both have a near nonsensical conversation, the poor bed has nearly broken cause of it… And one of y’all jumping too hard leads to the both of you falling off. They nearly chipped another tooth cause of it lol.

- Is honestly amazed by how you can shift from both personalities so easily, and they aren’t believed when they say you have probably tried to chug a whole Coke cola slushie only to get a major brain freeze that had you gripping onto the wall for a solid minute (this is totally not from personal experience).

- Every night is filled with your shared chattering, with your calls to each other lasting for HOURS if given the opportunity.

- There is just so much in history and in the world in general to talk about! And they especially love doing it with you.

- You guys relate on a deep level and it’s obvious as to why.

- In general it’s fun to do things with Venture, y’all feed into each other’s excitement but not to an unhealthy degree, your mom friend side keeps the two of you even keeled for the most part.

- Venture is the kind of person that goes out of their way to make someone close to them comfortable, and they adore the fact that they are able to achieve that with you— Their partner.

- If you are a pothead genuinely, dude keep the edibles hidden. If not they will eat one whole by accident because they think they’re slick with snatching your snacks and suffer the consequences an hour later.

- The ice cream disappears “mysteriously” and just so happens to get smeared all over Sloane’s mouth, their face all doped out.

- Though I do think they have smoked more than once, and can handle a blunt of you offer it to them, sometimes you need a chill pill you know?

- Clingy as all hell when they’re high, but also spaces out just as much.

- The type to basically lay back onto the couch, arms and splayed out, giggling while looking at the TV… Which is usually turned off when they’re like this. Though the second you walk close to you, they’re like a mountain lion going for the kill— Lunging forwards and grabbing you, their grip around your waist as they slump against you before pulling you down with them.

- Snuggling their face into the crook of your neck, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist still while they rub your thigh with their freehand.

- If you try to pull away they immediately start whining, saying things like, “Nooooo five more minutes at least mi corazón, pleaseeee” pouting deeply all the while.

- If you relent and feel particularly chatty, they’ll mumble loving nonsense to you, trying their best to converse but get too preoccupied with kneading the skin of your thigh… Kissing and nuzzling against your neck… You’re just so warm, how can they not?

- You’re not getting out of their arms anytime soon, sorry not sorry.

- Naps with them are heavenly, just saying, just putting that out there.

(There, now back to writing something for Junkrat, my favorite little grease ball)

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

For the prompts:

Frollo's house burned down in the middle of the night. Frollo may or may not have been inside. The only one who knows everything that happened that night is Claudine, and she isn't talking.

Yeah, this one is not pretty. Claudine is not having a good time. Like, at all.

It will be good for her in the long run though.

Frollo‘s is burning – again. The flames high, and no one bats an eye. And if there is screaming, well, who cares? The old man had it coming, hadn’t he, and his daughter was seen running through the Isle towards the port.

Thus, no one really cares.

The chapel burns, and so does the home next to it, and still, no one talks. No one brags about killing the judge and self-proclaimed priest, and Claudine won’t say a word, will she?

No, she won’t, save for prayers and curses alike, and something that might or might not have been an exorcism.

Too bad she isn’t the only one who speaks latin here. (All three Hook siblings. Evie. Marya Rasputin, in her broken version.)

Exorcism is fairly easy to recognise, though, after all these years of living in the general vicinity of Claudine’s father, and even if it wasn’t, well.

Claudine was indeed running towards the port, only to halt in one of the dark back alleys of the dock. In the dim light of the dawn, she pressed herself against the wall and into a corner, her palm gripped tightly around the blade of her dagger.

The blood slowly dripped down – drip, drip, drip. Claudine tried to think of the pain in her hand, and she failed.

Thus, with bloodied hand, she reached up and arranged her hairs back into their place: she lost her weil somewhere, didn’t she? 

Who cares? Who would blame her?

And like that, bloody and with free hair, she pulls back her shoulder blades and forces her hands to stop trembling, no, stop, now is not the time, is it ever–– she walks through the port towards Gaston’s cabin and prays that Gil is there for once and she will not be forced to visit the false goddess’ ship.

For once, maybe for the first time Claudine can even remember, her prayer is answered. (Or is it? Wouldn’t it be better for everyone if she just- didn’t come? She doesn’t need help. She doesn’t deserve help, she––– she should have stayed in the fire.)

Regardless, unaware of her damning thoughts, Gil looks out of his window when she throws a pebble at it, and then jumps immediately out.

„Claudine,“ he lands in front of her and takes her trembling hands to his, takes away the dagger that she is still holding at the right wrong end, „––––, what happened? Are you okay?“

Claudine wanted to nod and say „yes, I am, why would I not be, the God looks over me,“ like always, but instead, tears flowed from her eyes and sobs spilled from her lips.

Traitors.

She chokes on the sounds and presses her lips together, bloodless.

„––––, might I hug you?“ he asks and she leans away from the contact. She shouldn’t be touched.

„Are you injured?“ he asks, still holding her hand gently – she could tug away any moment, run away, why doesn’t she?

„Let me take you to the infirmary,“ he says, urging her to go along, and she doesn’t run away still.

She just lets the second mate of Lost Revenge escort her through the port, and only as they can see the ships, she remembers: „Not Revenge, Gil, not Revenge–“

She doesn’t think she can deal with Uma and Harry now, and whatever cult they have going on.

Gil doesn’t argue with her, only asks: „Hope, then?“ and starts walking again when she nods.

Scattered hope is better. No godlings and heretics. Probably. Possibly. 

Only Marya, the half-demon. Claudine hears her praying sometimes, but her prayers are wrong, and her father says said that were Rasputins not dark witches and creatures of pagan hell, there might have been still hope for them, somewhere.

Claudine doesn’t have slightest idea what he means meant by that.

Claudine starts reciting her own prayer under her breath.

Soon enough, they’re by Scattered Hope, and Gil asks for permission to board. The permission is granted, accompanied by several curses. Claudine barely registers them.

She is at the infirmary now, and Gil is with her, still holding her hand. Marya is there too.

„Send her away, Gil,“ Claudine begs in French, sure that Marya won’t understand, „Please, send the demon away. I don’t want to be damned.“ 

She almost chokes at her words again, but Gil sends confused Marya again, and asks Murphy to get Bonny from Revenge, it’s urgent, pretty please.

„I’m not injured,“ Claudine tells him, but he doesn’t listen, calling for Bonny anyway.

Before the door closes, she sees Marya, upset about being thrown out of her own infirmary, hugging Sammy Smee, and Harriet Hook, impatient as always, pacing the deck.

„I’m not injured,“ she repeats again, nothing happened to me, she wants to say, but doesn’t. That would be lying, wouldn’t it?

„Oh, ––––,“ Gil only says, and asks her if he might hug her again. This time, she doesn’t say no.

She’s tired. Oh God, she is so tired.

Bonny comes and talks at her and Gil tells her what to do too, their voices blending into one. Yes, she can move her fingers. Yes, she can follow Bonny’s finger with her eyes when she moves it. No, the world doesn‘t swim too much, not even when she stands up.

Eventually, Bonny clears her and leaves for the Revenge again.

„I told you I was not injured,“ she tells Gil again.

„You didn’t tell me what happened, though.“

Instead of an answer, she bites her tongue and presses her lips close and shakes her head.

Gil doesn’t make her talk.

The peace doesn’t last long: Harriet Hook barges into the room, heavy footsteps and cloak flaring like a pool of blood behind her, and Claudine sits up, back straight and eyes like steel. She is biting at her cheeks still.

Harriet sends Gil away with but a glare and the doors shut and they are alone, and Harriet knows, Harriet knows, HARRIET KNOWS–

„You did it, Claudine,“ she says.

Claudine bites her cheek harder. She doesn’t want to talk and she isn’t sure this is real, anyway.

„Your father’s chappel is burning, has been for quite some time, and no one has seen him since yesterday,“ Harriet continues mercilessly, „Your father’s chapel is burning and no one says a word about it. No one brags. Calista Jane would have bragged, as would Harry. There would be the flag of Lost Revenge instead of the cross. Ivy de Vil wouldn’t have left the walls standing, and Mal and Maleficent, oh, they fey would have shown off his burned body in the marketplace.“

Silence.

Silence and Claudine’s heartbeat, her blood rushing through her veins. She wishes Gil came back and threw Harriet away; she wished she stayed in the flames, too.

„You did it, Claudine,“ the pirate Captain’s voice is too soft and her words sound like a congratulation, „You did it. You killed your father.“

Claudine looks at her hands, now cleaned of blood and soot by Gil and Bonny, and her fingers twitch for the relief of the blade.

There is no blade near, though, so instead she says it, carefully tasting the heavy words in her mouth.

„I did it. I killed my father.“

Few heartbeats of silence.

Claudine can feel Harriet’s cold eyes on her.

„Will you judge me? Will you tell?“

She can practically see the answers running through her mind, each more cruel and cutting and true than the last, but what actually leaves Harriet’s lips?

A small smile and „no, I won’t,“ and Claudine is grateful for that.

[dimeadozencows]

I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before

I put my lips to the hands of the man who killed my son

[mcdannowave]

There's too many things to look at in just one gif...

Giant biceps?Tattoos?Chest hair?

Low hanging trunks? The volume of the front of those wet low hanging trunks? The volume of the behind of those wet low hanging trunks?

The V-line and Abs?The Happy trail?(Even the armpits, if it floats your boat)

[the-lark-ascending69]

> be a robin buckley fan

> be lesbian

> project on robin

> look up "internalized homophobia robin buckley" on tumblr because it's cathartic

> 3/4 of the posts are about st3ddie or just about steve

[mattodore]

the reason why i was offline for a day was bc i was in cas editing mattodore and messing with my cas bg, yeah, but also... i found another oc ask game that i liked the questions for so i started drafting theo and matthias's answers for them....... there's 100 questions this time so i've just been like this in google docs

[nostalgia-tblr]

For anyone keeping track (no one), I have started watching the first Avengers film (MCU not the 60s TV show) but only while eating lunch so it's gonna take a while. So far Nick Fury has been assembling the Avengers (the film was initially released in the UK as Avengers Assemble - because of that 60s TV show - but it's not called that on D+ so I'm calling it what the Americans called it, just FYI) even though there's not yet anything for them to avenge as That Suit Guy (j/k I know his name too!!) isn't dead yet, and now they're on THE FUCKING VALIANT FROM DR WHO and I assume we're gonna continue assembling for a while as they're not all there yet.

MEANWHILE Loki (who is neither an alligator nor a woman in this???) is in a SECRET UNDERGROUND LAIR with a bunch of his stans who are... idk something technobabble that involves irridium and anti-protons. He is there looking for the tesseract on behalf of ???? who I know will be revealed 47 films from now as... no, wait, it wasn't, was it? That was just announced on a website or something? So it could be LITERALLY ANYONE. The Avengers (in-progress) also seem to be after that thing, but I have already forgotten why everyone is wanting it, assuming it was mentioned (it probably was).

Thor hasn't shown up yet, but Arrows Hawkeye is working as a Loki Stan and there's Steve Rogers and THE HULK and The Only Woman One, whose power is that she's a Cold War assassin (??) and I think this one is the film where she gets called a cunt (!) and honestly I am not sure which of the men she's getting officially shipped with, I think Arrows Hawkeye though? Fairly sure, as the alternative is that a man and a woman like each other as people but not in a lusty way, which would never happen obviously. (Hey I may ship mostly het* pairings but I don't always like it!)

Based on the Valiant (if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!) I am guessing that the film ends with Loki dying in Thor's arms romantically but then I remembered that I know it can't because one of Loki got kidnapped from... either the end of this film or the start of the next one or POSSIBLY just from a later film's time-travel bit (???) but like... maybe they've edited this film secretly and I was right after all? But nobody else has watched it on Disney + recently so nobody knows yet? IT COULD HAPPEN.

Not sure what to make of this film so far, a lot's been going on yet also not much has been going on, and the one I like best so far (Suit Guy) is gonna die (NOT EVEN IN THOR'S ARMS ROMANTICALLY) and god Iron Man really hasn't aged well now that we have that one tech billionaire being a twat in public all the time to remind us what such people tend to be like. WHERE IS THOR????

*I say het but everyone in everything is bisexual, I know this because I thought of it and announced it on tumblr and will now say "I don't make the rules" to make it an objective FACT. I don't make the rules!!!

[tathrin]

📽 action!: rank all six of the films (or three if you're a hater)

Answers for this LotR ask-game.

Ahh okay so at this point I have to confess something terrible: I still have not seen the third Hobbit movie. I'm sorry! I just couldn't do it. The fuckery of it all, especially in the second movie with Mirkwood and Thranduil and Legolas ("a lowly Silvan elf" what the FUCK what the fuck PJ WHAT THE FUCK), was just too much for me. Character-assassination is one thing, and I thought after Denethor I knew what I was going to be getting with Thranduil but NOPE! It was literal world building assassination and I just CANNOT.

Don't get me wrong, Lee Pace did an amazing job and actually seeing Mirkwood was amazing and it was genuinely delightful to see Orlando put those ears on again; but the OuTrAgE that filled my heart at the yeet-ing of what minimal canon we even have for the Mirkwood elves was just intolerable, and while I did mean to go see it, really I did, I just...couldn't actually get the motivation to go before it was out of theatres. I've heard the EE are better (less studio fuckery) so I'll watch them someday! Honest! I just...haven't. yet.

And as to the Lord of the Rings trilogy...man, I don't even know how to do this. In terms of which is the best film, or in terms of which one I enjoy watching most, or in terms of which on hits me in the heart hardest or...? I don't know if I can objectively rank my feelings about these movies even in my own brain because RotK ends with Into the West and I have FeelingsTM about the Undying Lands and Sea Longing okay. So the last scene of RotK at the Grey Havens is a fucking spear through the heart every time and I can't even describe the knot of feelings it engenders, and I think overall TTT may be my favorite but also it has Plot Issues that piss me off even more than the Plot Issues in RotK I think,...yeah, we're going to do this in terms of Film Crafting rather than personal favorites because I'm having too many feelings lmao. So! In order of most-well-done-movie to least:

Fellowship of the Ring

The Two Towers

Return Of The King

The Desolation of Smaug

An Unexpected Journey

[gachaparadise]

ahhh the Penacony leaks are really coming in now.

*chuckles* I'm in danger.

[red-dyed-sarumane]

the most dubious thing is v6 letting u tune based on a preexisting singer (so long as ur using an ai bank; v5 & lower it won't work) which ive already seen people do without said persons consent. but even then its transposing style not really using the sampled person's voice which is essentially something u can do urself if ur dedicated enough

[ilovelotsofthings]

Ollie! (She/Her & He/Him)

And my other ocs I have dragged into being the parents!

Del: They/Them

Lilly: She/Her

Del and Lilly are in their early 20s

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(Which I love Ollie so much that they will always be Ollie's parents or parental figures)

Idk if I ever posted any art of Del and Lilly but I created them for my senior year of high school a couple years ago

Also the last imagine was drawn at the same time as the others

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Ollie is a bird-sheep thing

Del is a ghost as they drowned at a college party and now they are soul married to Lilly

Lilly is only half demon

Lilly is the mature adult but that is because Del was traumatized from dying

The island actually helped them... at first

They are great parents and love Ollie

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Also bonus Ollie 1.0 (aka the first drawn draft)