Maven Be Like "why Doesn't Mare Want Me Anymore?" My Brother In Christ You Left Notes For Her On Corpses.

Feysand antis simply can not comprehend or remember the novel. You could quite literally debunk everything they say with a page number. It’s not even funny, their arguments either didn’t happen in the book or they twist something to make their favs the victim. It’s no in between..

Very Busy

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x f!Reader. Summary: Desperate reader rides Timmy’s thigh while he’s working. Warnings: Smut, Dom!Timmy, thigh riding, language, teasing, begging. Word count: 635 A/N: Idk this one is mild as far as smut goes but pop off ig.

“Hi, Timmy,” you said, trying to keep your voice as innocent as possible.

“Hello, love,” he hummed. He didn’t look up from his desk, but he sounded pleasantly surprised. Usually, you never bothered him while he was working.

But today, you just couldn't help it.

Today, you needed him.

You crossed the room until you were right next to him, leaning against his desk. “Do you want to hang out with me?”

Finally, he looked up at you. Glanced down at the skirt he knew you had allowed to ride up on purpose. His unamused eyes met yours again before flicking back to the script he’d been analyzing for the past few hours. He could read you like a book; he knew what you wanted.

“Come here,” was all he said. You smirked, knowing exactly how he wanted you. You straddled his right leg, facing him. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder. You began rocking your hips against him.

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes, but you were already frustrated. You weren’t even close yet, and he wasn’t paying any attention to you at all. You stopped moving and huffed out a breath. 

“Need you,” you murmured into his neck.

“Keep going.” That was all the attention you were afforded. His eyes remained focused on scanning the papers in front of him, highlighting all of his lines and occasionally writing notes in the margins.

“But Timmy…” you whined, pulling back. You sat upright as your hand drifted down to his cock. You were not surprised to find it rock solid beneath his pants. “Can’t you just take a teeny tiny break? Please?”

You knew begging was fruitless; Timothée was nothing if not devoted to his job. Still, you figured you’d try to sway him. 

He smirked the tiniest bit; the only indication of your failure to persuade him. Your jaw clenched.

“I’m very busy, mon amour,” he replied. His tone was even, giving no indication that you were affecting him whatsoever. Perhaps that was the part that infuriated you the most. “I need to finish this. But if you’d rather wait until later-”

“No! No…” You pouted. “I can’t wait until later.”

His smirk deepend wickedly. “Then. Keep. Going.”

You huffed again as you returned your arms to their place around his neck and rested your head back down on his shoulder. Your skirt had ridden all the way up to your waist, the moisture that had already gathered between your legs now being contained by only a thin strip of underwear. You hoped you wouldn’t make a mess on his pants. Last time you did that, he wouldn’t let you cum for a week.

You began moving your hips again, the friction relieving some of your tension, but not enough.

“I don’t hear you, dear.”

You released the whimper you hadn’t realized was stuck in the back of your throat. 

“Much better.”

You moaned into his neck again, a little louder this time. He loved hearing you express your pleasure.

You moved faster, really trying to focus this time. Your breathing quickened, your moans becoming more frequent. Timmy lazily dragged a hand up your spine and you gasped. Even the most basic of touches from him could make your toes curl.

Your heart (and hips) raced as you felt your orgasm building. “Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Go ahead, love,” he said gently; affectionately. It was enough to push you over the edge.

You dug your nails into his back and moaned as your orgasm crashed through you. Your entire body trembled. You could still feel him rubbing your back lovingly, his touch sending tingles up and down your spine. 

“Good girl,” he murmured as the aftershocks subsided.

You whimpered again, placing a light kiss on his neck.

just finished reading b&a and :(((

“Can You... Hold Me?”

Pairing: Rhys x f!reader Summary: Reader is a prisoner UtM and asks Rhys to cuddle her in a moment of weakness. He comes to a shocking realization. Warnings: None (literally just fluff). Word count: 487. A/N: This is literally so short, I’m sorry, rip.

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“Rhys?” Her voice shook a little and my heart broke for her. I turned back to her. I will never forget the look on her face… pure, unadulterated fear. She paused, but eventually asked, “Can you… hold me?”

“Yes,” I breathed without a second thought. She made room for me and I climbed into her tiny cot, wrapping my arms around her as she nuzzled into me.

I would do anything to help her feel less scared and less alone, but I’d be lying if I said I had nothing to gain from this. Sure, I was used to being physically used by Amarantha, but I hadn’t had this kind of innocent intimacy since long before Under the Mountain. It felt… good.

Too good.

Her head rested between my neck and my shoulder. I held her close to me, gently rubbing her back as her body calmed. I didn’t expect her to fall asleep right away, and she didn’t. In fact, she practically clung to me and stared at the wall for at least an hour, thinking. I wasn’t sure if talking would help, so I just kept quiet and decided to wait for her to come to me. She didn’t, though. She stayed quiet. Staring. Drowning in thought. 

It took a long while, but eventually, I began to feel all the tension in her body begin to ease. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breaths were even.

But I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

I realized that I wanted to stay like this forever. Holding her, rubbing her back, playing with her hair. Just watching her sleep.

I hadn’t felt anything in my heart for decades. I’d often wondered if it had simply gone dormant or if the ability to love was yet another thing that Amarantha had taken from me. But I felt something then, like a firework in my chest, exploding into brilliant colors of light and happiness.

I knew then that I loved (Y/N). 

It startled me and I quickly cast the thought out of my head, far far away. I was too afraid to even think something like that in this place. Should Amarantha find out, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill (Y/N), not just out of jealousy, but also to spite me; just to show me that she could. Another show of the power she held over me… over all of us.  

I couldn’t love her; that would only complicate things and put her in danger. So I swallowed the feelings; buried them deep down and tried to explain them away.

She’s the first girl who’s touched you like this in a long time, I told myself, and you're just clinging to her because of it. You don’t actually like her; you just need to feel loved and appreciated. Yeah, that must be it.

That must be why I just laid there for hours and hours and watched her breathe.

no words

if maven bad… why hot???

You are Timothéenough🩷

can’t stop thinking abt timmy x co star!reader where they have to film a sex scene together and he fantasizes about *actually* fucking her in front of the cameras bc it will make the best scene possible and also everyone will see how good he makes her feel, I’m-😳🥵

the plot for bones and all b like...

i'm trying to fight the second one but THE VOICES-