david tennant ・ joseph quinn ・ lewis pullman ・ lin-manuel miranda ・ oscar isaac
ᝰ roughing it: [genderless!reader] [18+] ⇝ you swore you'd never see kathryn again. until her dm lights up your phone with an invitation to walt's birthday retreat. a weekend trapped in the woods with her. it's a horrible idea... you go anyway.
ᝰ no commands necessary: [ftm!reader] [18+] ⇝ the restaurant empties with a single command because, when kilgrave wants a private father's day dinner, the world obeys. you're the exception, of course. you don't obey. you indulge.
ᝰ blood in the water: [ftm!reader] [18+] ⇝ a period isn't enough to stop lord baddingham from getting exactly what he wants from his favourite office pet.
ᝰ adjournment: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ aiden's used to fighting fires in the public eye but the only sanctuary he craves is the quiet sanctuary of home, of you. after years of chaos and solitude, he finally found a love that doesn't demand a political price. in the silence of the bedroom, the world finally fades away.
ᝰ all the men i met in hell: [multiple readers] [18+] ⇝ from grand hotels to the grounds of nearly-forgotten freak-shows, these are the nights where passion burns brighter than fear and no-one is ever truly safe from their desires.
ᝰ the mercy of monsters: [m!reader] [mature] ⇝ you were supposed to die alone. that was the plan. then he found you; a devil, a man who promises you'll never hurt again. you ask for peace. he gives you permanence.
ᝰ the law of stark county: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ a quiet winter night on a north dakota back-road turns tense when a flashing light fills the rear-view. it's deputy gator tillman and what starts as a routine stop doesn't stay that way for long.
ᝰ slump-breaker: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ just another afternoon at the new game studio. you're crashing — too sleepy to function — and the only thing that can pull you out of it is five minutes with keys.
ᝰ a moment to breathe: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ you and eric find shelter in an abandoned apartment. when the rain starts, you finally have a chance to talk. you miss your family. you miss your old life. you both decide to play pretend for the night.
ᝰ fore play: [f!reader] [18+] ⇝ johnny's latest obsession is golf. you finally get to spend some time with him and he offers to teach you. cue an afternoon on the green where he's way more interested in your swing than your score.
ᝰ imperium fractum: [m!reader] [mature] ⇝ the palace whispers secrets but yours is the loudest; an open scandal no-one dares name. when the emperor collapses into your arms each night, rome trembles on the edge. between caracalla unraveling and geta gripping desperately to his throne (and to you), love becomes the most dangerous conspiracy of all.
ᝰ raw edges: [ftm!reader] [18+] ⇝ the moment your teeth sink into your lip, he stops dead in the street. michael always knows — before you do — when you're spiraling. his rough hands cradle your face, tilting your chin up. "look at me, sweetheart." blood smears your mouth, your nails ragged from anxiety. he sucks your wounded fingertip into his mouth, tongue hot against the sting. "let's get you home." you follow. you always do.
ᝰ riptide: [ftm!reader] [teen+] ⇝ michael hasn't been back to his old caravan in years, hasn't wanted to. but now, with a month off work and you by his side, he feels he might be strong enough to face the ghosts that linger there.
ᝰ talk so pretty: [ftm!reader] [mature] ⇝ the first rule of loving michael? you don’t get to leave. obsession, tenderness, violence; you're both as bad as each other.
ᝰ waiting room: [genderless!reader] [mature] ⇝ it's your birthday next week. birthdays have been difficult for you, ever since you turned eighteen.
ᝰ downward spiral: [m!reader] [mature] ⇝ the last thing you remember is the bell ringing for last period. now? darkness. restraints. a van. and eddie munson, staring down at you. graduation was coming. he couldn't let you leave. not ever.
ᝰ a mercy not meant for him: [f!reader] [18+] ⇝ the storm should've been your first warning. maybe the empty gas tank or the way the neon sign flickered like a dying prayer. but when miles — sweet, nervous miles miller — looks at your soaked habit and says, "this isn't the kind of place for people like you." you realise; god doesn't live here anymore. and he hasn't for a long time.
ᝰ fiat lux, fiat sanguis: [ftm!reader] [mature] ⇝ striving for a future beyond his working-class roots, a freshman finds himself engrossed in the high-stakes world of sumpter university's most elite fraternity as well as the house's dark prejudices. welcome to the lion's den.
ᝰ within reach: [genderless!reader] [mature] ⇝ bob's spent so long fearing touch. the ring in his palm promises a cure for the curse of knowing too much. he's tested it on others already. but you? you're different; the one he aches for; the one whose scars he dreads seeing most. what if uniting hurts more than separation?
ᝰ always the quiet ones: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ the bar is chaos tonight but you only see him; bob floyd, tipsy and loose and so, so handsome. and maybe it's the one drink you've had or the way he leans just slightly into your space but tonight feels like the night you might finally say it.
ᝰ routine procedure: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ annual medicals always make bob a little nervous; too many forms, too many questions and the threat of being grounded if something's even slightly off. but, this year, something's different.
ᝰ the thaw: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ in the quiet scrubland, the silence is broken only by the rumours from the north; whispers of war, airships and a texan aeronaut who didn't make it home. but when the familiar hiss of a burner cuts through the dark, a dead man stands on your porch.
ᝰ worth the extra coin: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ the sky leaves its mark on everything it touches, particularly its travellers. steam, whiskey and a borrowed bath help you and lee wash it away. together.
ᝰ in plain sight: [genderless!reader] [18+] ⇝ it's alvie's birthday and, still being on the psych ward, they don't let you get away with much but you take what you can get.
ᝰ light in the attic: [genderless!reader] [18+] ⇝ jack is bedridden with the flu. when the soup and the cooling charms of a damp rag aren't enough to soothe the fever, he asks for the only thing that ever truly makes him feel comfortable and you make sure to give him the best possible kind of bed rest.
ᝰ sweet escape: [ftm!reader] [18+] ⇝ just a regular thursday night at the martín household. rules? risks? who cares.
ᝰ the unplayable lie: [f!reader] [18+] ⇝ at monte vista point, the grass is always greener and the secrets are buried deeper. josh martín has everything under control until a sticky friday afternoon introduces a new guest he just can't handle.
ᝰ sweet sustenance: [ftm!reader] [18+] ⇝ midnight at the vogelweide estate brings a different kind of business. three years after your arrival, as anselm's assistant, you manage his life. as his lover, you sustain it. one sip at a time.
ᝰ a love most monstrous: [f!reader] [18+] ⇝ the door to his laboratory — always locked, always forbidden — is open tonight. you know you shouldn't enter. you fear what waits inside; the hollowed-out man you love. but when has fear ever stopped you from reaching for him? even when he is already halfway gone.
ᝰ galvanic symbiosis: [genderless!reader] [18+] ⇝ the first time victor kissed you, you tasted the storm in his blood and you've been chasing that lightning ever since. even if you are unsure of why you tether yourself to him, ruin has never felt so glorious.
ᝰ just another day: [genderless!reader] [teen+] ⇝ nathan hates valentine's day. but when his gruff indifference leaves you quietly disappointed, something shifts. maybe real love doesn't need a date in the calendar, after all.
ᝰ the making of saint foutin: [m!reader] [18+] ⇝ laurent has painted you a hundred times without ever knowing your name; your face haunting his canvases like an unfinished dream. but, today, fate leads him to you at last. will his hands finally be steady enough to reach for what he's always chased in his brushstrokes?
ᝰ the space he leaves behind: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ llewyn davis drifts in and out of your life like a bad habit, leaving behind nothing but cold, half-finished coffee and the ghost of his touch. you tell yourself, this time, it'll be different. it never is.
ᝰ a gift for steven: [ftm!reader] [18+] ⇝ marc and jake take what they need without hesitation but steven lingers in this space between want and doubt; he kisses you like he's afraid to want you. finally, when his birthday comes, he doesn't want to pull away anymore.
ᝰ feliz día papá, jake: [ftm!reader] [18+] ⇝ "this is probably the dumbest scheme we've come up with." jake mutters but the smirk curling his lips says otherwise. half-off for father's day; just a joke until he agreed to play along. now, with his hand warm under the table and that dangerous glint in his eyes, you realise the only discount here is the one on your self-control.
ᝰ king of thorns, beast of bone: [18+] ⇝ the forest remembers. she has always remembered; her roots tangled with bones, shadows whispering of something older than kings. when the last hunting party vanishes without a trace, king john's pride stirs. not for duty, nor love, but because the forest dares to mock him. "ready my armour." he says. the beast is waiting.
ᝰ mouthful of honey: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ drugged into submission, time slips through your fingers like warm honey. the institute calls it treatment, blue calls it devotion. and, when he smiles, you forget whether salvation tastes like fruit or poison.
ᝰ sovereign submission: [f!reader] [18+] ⇝ in the high-stress world of the club, alone time is a luxury blue and his wife can rarely afford. but with the door locked and his tie discarded, blue is more than ready to trade his authority for a reward. he said he didn't want sex. but you both know he's a liar.
ᝰ where wild things used to roam: [ftm!reader] [18+] ⇝ ten years of resistance stability and poe dameron's steady love are put to the test when your past slicer life pings your comm. some ghosts don't stay buried. some sparks never go out. and some reunions? they were never supposed to happen.
ᝰ paper trail: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ richard's found a series of letters again. those types of letters. you decide to help him out with processing them.
ᝰ the light that yields: [ftm!reader] [18+] ⇝ the clinic is quiet — just the way you like it — until he walks in; blue-skinned and ancient, power humming in the air like a storm before lightning. he calls you 'child' with a kind of honeyed malice and eyes your hands, the ones that heal. "you waste your gift." he murmurs and you realise; he didn't come to ask, he came to take.
ᝰ boys, boys, boys: [m!reader] [18+] ⇝ steve harrington swears he's straight; right up until he leans too close over the radioshack counter, smelling like waffle cones and bad decisions. between his failed flirting and your shameless cherry jubilee addiction, it was only a matter of time before something melted. but when billy hargrove catches wind of it? well, sweet things never last.
ᝰ sins to the father: [ftm!reader] [18+] ⇝ doctor laszlo kreizler has spent his life analysing the 'whys' of human depravity. he's never been asked to perform them.
ᝰ zero liability: [m!reader] [18+] ⇝ antonio works behind a fortress of corporate suits and self-imposed celibacy but the rules are different when it comes to his favourite scientist. since you're the only one with immunity, he doesn't have to be careful. he can be dominant, desperate and devastatingly rough; just the way you like it.
ᝰ 'straight' and narrow: [m!reader] [18+] ⇝ college was supposed to be easy. instead, it was anatomy classes, endurance tests and march staring a little too long in the locker room before drowning himself in booze and denial. now, years later, he's still running; just with a pi badge and better lies. some things never change. or do they?
ᝰ iron grip: [afab!reader] [18+] ⇝ simon's supposed to be off-duty, in bed with you. instead, he's punishing himself in the base gym at 2am. you're only there to collect him but he's never known how to let you go easily.
ᝰ domestic affairs: [multiple readers] 18+ ⇝ doors and mirrors and vents; oh, my! just random one-shots for my favourite li'l' (and not so li'l') guys from de.