#he is so- he's just. a joy. he's a pleasure and he's got the spirit and he tires his best so hard and he's lovely and his voice is so nice

[mbohjeezart]

Hermit a Day May: Day 9, Skizzleman, God of Laughter and Spirit of Childhood.

Here's his full portrait :D

[misshoneyimhome]

When William says, "You'll have my credit card to purchase whatever you want while I fuck you," you don't know where to begin. Is he doing this because of the tense conversation you had earlier today, or is this just a fantasy of his? Your moan echoes as he presses his tip against your cunt. As you stare at your screen, you're taken aback by everything. He encourages you to "Come on, baby." He slowly drags himself into you, his hips eventually hitting your lower back when he gives you all of him. You feel your body tremble in pleasure as he takes his time to move in and out of you. His pace quickens as he pushes deeper into you, and you let out a loud moan. You find yourself completely and utterly lost in the moment. "Good girl," he says. "What do you want next, huh? A purse? Shoes?" "I… I don't know," you admit. "What you need is to be spoiled," he says sternly. We all know Willy loves exploring his fantasies with the inexperienced reader. #SlutsforPresidentNylander

Ah, at last, I've managed to get to this! 🤍 My apologies for the delay 🙏🏼

But let's pause for a moment and relish in the thought of William's desire to spoil his girl endlessly! 😏🥹

This chapter ended up being merged with [Cock-ring] [Bikini] and [Reversed Cowgirl] - And as always, I hope you enjoy it 🙏🏼

Warnings; 18+ smut (as always); public fingering (in dressing room), oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), cum inside, sex toy (cock ring), more penetrative sex (p in v), more cum inside; you know the drill 😂

「Inexperienced!reader x Willy」

"du är min vacka prinsessa" = You are my beautiful princess

"Och du är min underbara prins..." = And you are my handsome prince

Word count; 6K

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XIV I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

No one discussed what went down last night. It had been one of the most disappointing, frustrating, and painful games in a while, as the Leafs had had the upper hand, leading 3-0 in the second period. However, things then took a turn for the worse, and the match against the Hurricanes ended 4-4 in regular time, with no goals in overtime, and after five saves, Guentzel managed to score the winning goal during the shootout.

Everyone on the team was devastated. Although they knew they had fought hard, they were all disappointed in themselves for letting go of the lead, resulting in a loss. And you knew there was no way to console your boyfriend, William Nylander. He had definitely given his all, but in the end, it didn't make much of a difference.

You could sense that he was trying to stay positive and keep his frustrations in check during the post-game interview, but not even all the cheerful green colours in the spirit of St. Patrick’s Day could bring much joy to the situation. Even when you got back home, William remained quiet. Although he usually had a knack for not letting things get to him for too long, that night, he just wanted silence.

But he knew you were there for him, no matter what, and that meant the world to you. So, as you settled into bed, you gently cuddled, watching a few Instagram reels together as you ran your fingers through his hair, knowing it helped calm and soothe him.

And as you slowly drifted off to sleep, he wrapped a strong arm around you and quietly whispered 'thank you for being with me' in your ear.

It was a tender moment, slowly giving way to a new day where William returned to his usual self and the loss was behind them. For now, he just needed to focus on the upcoming road trip.

And Sunday turned out to be nothing short of exciting. With green decorations adorning the city, everyone nursing hangovers from the St. Patrick's Day celebrations, you and William enjoyed your morning coffees, planning out your day together.

"So, where do you want to go?" William asked with a gentle smile as you both sat at the dining table.

"Well, I thought you'd be in charge today, considering you're the one known as 'Styles'," you chuckled lightly, referring to the nickname his teammates had given him for his keen fashion sense.

"Are you sure you want to give me that kind of power?" He grinned confidently, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Pretending to consider his question for a moment, you flashed him a sweet smile. “Actually, this might just be the one thing I do trust you completely on.”

And you didn't regret it. William loved shopping, and taking you along was something he truly enjoyed, as he relished the opportunity to spoil you rotten. Whenever you browsed through clothing, shoes, or accessories, he just wanted to buy them all for you.

Not that you were in need of his financial support or anything like that. He understood that perfectly well. But he simply wanted to lavish you with gifts. In his eyes, you deserved the world, and he cherished the chance to share his hard-earned money with someone who made him happy.

Of course, you weren't with William for his money. That would be a dreadful thing to suggest. However, whenever he treated you, whether it was to a meal or a shopping spree, you naturally appreciated his generosity. Anything else would be ungrateful.

Still, you made it clear that you didn't always want him to pay the bill. You wanted to maintain your independence and feel like the strong, self-sufficient woman you were, having worked hard for your own money.

But then William just chuckled, pulled you close, and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I know you're a strong and independent woman with your own money, älskling, but you're still my princess, and if I want to spend my money on you, you can't do anything about it.”

And that pretty much settled the matter.

What did stir up some other emotions within you, though, was when you were strolling around in one of the stores and some of the sales ladies were more than willing to help the two of you out. Well, at least when they saw William, giving him their undivided attention.

Their interest in him was glaringly obvious, and you had to maintain your composure to avoid reacting too hastily or strongly. You wanted to appear like the cool and confident girlfriend that you were, knowing that William was yours and they could droll over him all they wanted because he was with you.

But as always, William saw right through you. And he couldn't help but grin.

"What?" You almost snorted.

"Oh, nothing, baby," William chuckled as he approached you in the middle of the upscale boutique. "You just don’t need to be so jealous."

"I'm not," you tried to assert confidently, but it was futile.

"Yes, you are, and I love it, älskling," William spoke gently, leaning in a little closer to you and placing a kiss on your forehead.

And of course, he was right, so you simply let out a humph and turned back to your browsing.

William had already taken you to all his favourite shops in the city, and as you felt your shopping trip slowly winding down, you decided to seek out the last thing you felt you needed: a bikini. Sure, summer was still a few months away, but as the girlfriends and wives of the team had a tendency to treat themselves, including you, to the occasional spa day, you felt that a new bikini was in order.

And naturally, you couldn't try it on without your boyfriend giving his opinion. He insisted on you modelling every piece of clothing so he could make a proper decision. Yet you knew it was just an excuse for William to join you in the dressing room.

"Mmm," he simply nodded as he sat on the stool inside the changing cabin, a smile spreading across his lips as his eyes hungrily admired you.

“Mmm?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow, catching his gaze in the mirror. “Is that all you’ve got to say?”

“There’s not much more to say, baby,” your boyfriend chuckled lightly, slowly rising from his seat as he moved closer to you, coming to stand behind you, leaning into whisper in your ear, his voice tinged with desire. “We both know you look fucking hot, and I'm having a hard time not just taking you right here, right now.”

The air felt heavy in the confined space of the dressing room, William's body gently pressing against yours as he let his hand explore your skin, tracing down past your belly button to the hem of the bikini bottoms.

“Willy… we can't do this in here…” you whispered, fully aware of his intentions and the presence of the sales staff just on the other side of the door. “There are people right outside…” your voice carried a hint of panic, though you were already feeling incredibly aroused by his light touches.

“Hasn’t stopped us before…” he murmured into the curve of your neck, planting a tender kiss just behind your ear.

And you couldn’t help but release a breath as he continued to pepper your neck with feather-light kisses, his fingers slowly slipping beneath the fabric.

You struggled to keep yourself composed as your body instinctively surrendered to him. Your palms sought the support of the mirror in front of you as you gently tilted your head to the side, offering him more access and closing your eyes.

“You’re just so fucking hot…” he hummed against your skin, steadying himself with his other hand against the mirror.

William's touch felt nothing short of magical. And as his skilled fingers found your sensitive spot, you couldn't help but gasp, doing your best to stifle a moan.

You could almost sense the hint of a smirk on his face as he gently teased your clit, circling it with care, making you concentrate on your breath. 

"Does that feel good, baby?" he playfully asked, receiving a subtle nod from you.

Of course, it felt good. And he was well aware of it.

William observed you in the mirror as his fingers danced over your sensitive skin, tracing them lightly along your folds, eliciting soft moans from you. Despite feeling himself getting harder in his trousers, he paid it no mind. All he wanted was to bring you pleasure.

"Mmm..." you softly hummed as he intensified his touch slightly. Your legs were gradually growing weak as your body yearned to surrender completely, yet you remained composed. Simply allowing the mirror to support you as your mind drifted into a blissful haze. It was slow and sensual, yet undeniably pleasurable.

"Shit, baby," William exhaled as he watched your reaction to his touch, seeing your eyes narrow and your lips part. And when he felt the wetness between your legs, he couldn't resist and slid two fingers inside you.

You let out a gasp as you felt him fill you up, biting your lip to stifle any sounds, but you couldn't help it. Your breaths became deeper and heavier as William began to move his fingers, stimulating your walls with each motion.

"Willy..." you moaned, your fingers pressing against the mirror as you felt a familiar wave of pleasure building up.

"Yes, baby…," he murmured huskily in your ear. "Don’t hold back... you’re mine, and I want them to know it."

His words, coupled with his skilled fingers pumping inside you, sent your mind into overdrive, and soon you felt yourself nearing climax. William was intimately familiar with your body, knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

So, there you both stood in the dressing room, William pressing his body against yours as he expertly pleasured you, your hands gripping the mirror for support as your moans grew louder, he propelled you into ecstasy.

"Shit..." you cried out, and with just a few more thrusts of his fingers, you allowed yourself to lean your head back against his shoulder, surrendering to the pleasure as you reached your peak all over his fingers.

It was incredibly intense. Never had you imagined that a man could bring you to orgasm with just his fingers. Then again, in the past 8 months with William, you'd experienced at least 20 times more orgasms than in all the years with your ex-boyfriend.

And as William withdrew his fingers slowly, you gradually descended from your high, opening your eyes in the mirror to see William's smug expression. "Damn you, William Nylander," you sighed, still amazed at how he always managed to leave you in such a state.

"Oh, you love it, älskling," he chuckled, planting another kiss on the side of your head. "And I absolutely love it when you get jealous."

Giving him a small smile, you let out a laugh, shaking your head before turning to face him and starting to remove the bikini. "Well, I suppose we'll have to buy this bikini now..." you pointed out the damp patch on the bottoms, prompting him to join in your laughter.

"Yeah, I guess we do."

And as you exited the dressing room, you couldn't help but notice a few stares, while making your way to the register. With William sporting a noticeable bulge in his trousers, you leaned in close and spoke seductively, well aware of the curious glances from the sales assistants.

"Sorry I didn't get to take care of you too," you smirked up at him, gently pressing against his throbbing member. But William just returned your smirk.

"Don't worry, baby, we both know I'll get my revenge later," he raised an eyebrow, and you felt a pulsating sensation between your thighs as he made the final purchase.

Shopping with William always brought heartfelt laughter, making it simply delightful. And as you returned home, you couldn't help but admire all the items he'd generously gifted you.

"You know," you began as you sorted through the clothes from today's haul, "you could have let me pay for some of it."

Casually snacking in the kitchen, William turned to you with a puzzled expression. "And why's that?"

You looked at him with a thoughtful smile. "Because sometimes I just like to pay for myself as well..."

"But why? I can easily cover it for you," he replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Well, yes, but that's not the point... Willy, you already pay for this apartment, and whenever we go out for dinner or if you fly me out for an away game..." you tried to explain.

You knew it might sound odd. Most people would probably enjoy not having to pay for anything and letting someone else handle it. But a part of you felt a sense of pride when you treated yourself to something with money you'd worked hard for.

"So what?" William shrugged, his smile fading and his expression turning more serious. "Y/n, why can't you just enjoy the fact that I like taking care of you? I have more money than I need for myself, and with you, I finally have someone else to spend it on... It's my money, and I get to decide how to spend it!" His voice rose almost to a shout, indicating this wasn't a topic to argue about.

A moment of silence hung in the air as you processed his words. It wasn't just about buying things because he could. It held deeper meaning for him; gifting you everything you desired was his way of expressing love.

So, with a soft sigh, you approached him slowly, wrapping your arms around him and offering a gentle smile. "You're right... I'm sorry. I've just... I've been so proud of being independent, of doing well on my own, that it's hard for me to let go. I know I should be grateful for all you do for me... I just don't like feeling too reliant on you. Willy, I love you so much, but after what happened with Liam... how lost I felt when we broke up... I just don't want to feel that way again."

William allowed a moment for your words to sink in. Though he found your stance somewhat unreasonable, and he believed you should embrace his desire to take care of you both, he respected your perspective.

His hands settled on your waist as he pondered for a moment before speaking again. "You know... it's cute that you're saying that... but the thing is, it'll never be like with you and Liam, because that would mean we would break up, and... I kinda don't want that to happen."

You couldn't help but smile. Despite his boyish charm and occasional difficulty in expressing his thoughts and emotions verbally, you could tell he meant every word.

"I don't want that to happen either, Willy," you gazed up at him, then planted a quick kiss on his lips. "And I promise, I'll try to be better at just... enjoying the fact that you're treating me like this – I guess I've just never been a princess before."

William let out a heartfelt chuckle, knowing he'd been calling you his princess quite often lately. "What can I say... du är min vacka prinsessa," he said sweetly, leaning down to let his forehead touch yours.

You took a deep breath, cherishing the tender moment, before mustering the courage to say some words you'd been practicing. "Och du är min underbara prins..."

William pulled back slightly, his eyes widening as a smile spread across his lips. "What did you just say?" he chuckled lightly.

"Impressed?" you smirked sweetly. "Just something Amanda has been teaching me..."

"Really? What else has she been teaching you?"

Once again, you paused to gather your thoughts. Speaking Swedish to William was a something you hadn’t done before, as you felt a bit insecure about it. However, his response encouraged you to continue. Keeping your gaze fixed on him, you pressed your lips together.

"Jag älskar dig, hjärtat," you said softly, the words flowing from your heart, and William felt the sincerity behind them. Amidst discussions about pregnancy and starting a family in the future, your attempt to learn his family's language stirred something in him.

"How are you so fucking incredible?" he exclaimed.

And with that, William drew closer, bridging the gap between you as he gently held your face and pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss.

It wasn't messy, but it was filled with longing. He then swiftly lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom, where he could finally satisfy the desires, he had had earlier.

For the next 40 minutes, William showed you the depth of his love. Taking his time, he pleasured you as if he had been starved for days. Sucking and licking to stimulate your core, tasting every drop of your essence, he brought you to two orgasms.

Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you as he devoted himself entirely to you. And what followed next was pure lovemaking. Although you both enjoyed exploring your boundaries and pushing each other's limits, there was something special about good old-fashioned missionary. Especially when all you wanted was to express your deep love for each other.

It wasn’t intense climaxes either of you reached, but it was heartfelt and passionate. As if you both were able to share your deepest thoughts and desire, creating a bond of endorphins between you. 

**

It was just one of those laid-back days where you both unwound and enjoyed each other’s company. After a long day of exploring the bustling city, followed by a gentle session of lovemaking, the two of you curled up together for a nap on the sofa.

William's body was always the perfect pillow to cuddle against, his natural warmth comforting your soul as you drifted into a peaceful sleep.

However, after the nap, you found yourself needing a bit of space. While William was a fantastic cuddler, it could sometimes get a bit too warm. So, as William played some PlayStation hockey with a couple of his teammates, you lounged on your stomach with your laptop, scrolling through various websites.

Lately, you'd been considering purchasing some specific items but had been hesitating due to their high prices. And maybe they were a tad overpriced.

"Just go for it already," you suddenly heard William's voice, interrupting your concentration. Clearly, he wasn't addressing his teammates.

"What?" you asked, turning your head to him, though his focus remained on the TV screen.

"Just buy it! You've been staring at the same thing for like an hour, babe," William chuckled.

And with a sigh, you turned back to your screen. "Ugh, I know. I really want it... but these Valentino heels are just... a bit beyond my budget," you confessed. "And they're no longer in production, so their prices just keep going up..."

Your eyes were practically glued to the beige pair of heels as you envisioned them adorning your feet. So absorbed were you in your contemplation that you didn't even notice William pausing his game until he hovered over you, his arms and knees on either side as his face came close to yours.

"Hmm, they do look amazing," he remarked, his blue eyes focused on the photo. Then, gently, he reached for the mousepad, silently adding the item to the cart and proceeding to the payment page. Without a word, he entered his card details and made the purchase. "There you go. Now they're yours."

You couldn't believe it. Firstly, how he could remember his card number, and secondly, that he'd just spent more money on you.

"Willy, you didn't just..."

But William simply chuckled, still hovering over you as he planted a kiss on your temple. "Of course, I did, babe... and now, you'll have my credit card to purchase whatever you want while I fuck you."

His words took you aback. If you weren't already slightly stunned by his actions, you certainly were now. Although you were wearing rather short shorts while lying on your stomach, perhaps with your backside slightly raised, you hadn't expected William to be up for another round so soon.

But you were so wrong. Slowly, he began to peel your shorts down your legs, effortlessly removing your pants in one smooth motion, all the while planting kisses on the nape of your neck. You weren't sure what to make of it. Was he doing this because of the tense conversation you had earlier, or was it just a fantasy of his? Maybe this spoiling thing went beyond a love language, and it was actually a kink of his.

Nevertheless, you couldn't resist surrendering to his touch once again. And as his fingers found their way between your cheeks, gently massaging your core, you couldn't help but let out soft moans of pleasure.

"Willy..." you breathed out as you felt his thick fingers teasing your entrance, easing in to stretch you before withdrawing. William knew he was skilled with his fingers, as he had proven just a few hours earlier. However, in this moment, he desired something else.

Standing from his seat, he removed his bottoms before returning to kneel on the sofa, positioning himself on either side of your legs. Wetting his fingers with his tongue to taste you, he then ran them over your folds before positioning himself. With the laptop screen still in front of you, displaying more desired items, you moaned again as you felt William's tip pressing against your entrance.

"Come on, baby," he spoke huskily, his breath tickling your ear and sending shivers down your spine. His words alone had your mind reeling, and as he slowly penetrated you, stretching your muscles with each inch, you felt a deeper sense of pleasure. "Good girl."

You couldn't hold back your moans as your boyfriend slowly filled you, their volume increasing as he reached your deepest point, gradually pulling back before thrusting in again, harder this time. And then he repeated the motion, establishing a slow and steady rhythm, stimulating your walls with his firm member. 

"Mmm, yes, Willy," you moaned louder, feeling his pace quicken, his hips slamming against you faster and harder, penetrating you deeper with each thrust. The lovemaking from earlier had transformed into something more intense and forceful, but you welcomed it eagerly. William's cock felt incredible inside you, and you surrendered completely to the sensations, lost in the moment as pleasure built within you.

Meanwhile, William's moans echoed yours, his breath heavy as he pounded into you. "What do you want next, huh? A purse? Shoes?" His words came out between breaths, but it was difficult to focus when he was pleasuring you so intensely.

"I... I don't know," you admitted, your mind clouded with bliss, your body tingling with the approach of orgasm as William's perfectly curved shaft repeatedly hit your sensitive spot.

"What you need is to be spoiled," William moaned, increasing his thrusts as he felt climax approaching.

You realised this was definitely a kink for him. And as he drove you higher with each thrust, you gripped the sofa cushions tightly. "Mmm... Willy," you cried out. "I'm... close..."

Your words spurred him on, his pace becoming faster and more intense. "Fuck... baby, me too... come with me," he managed to say in a husky tone as he continued to pound against your buttocks, leaving a rosy hue on your skin.

It was all quite overwhelming, but as always, it was nothing short of incredible. Your body belonged to William, and he knew exactly how to please you. Whether it was his fingers, his mouth, or his delightful cock, everything he did felt amazing.

And as he kept on thrusting into your sweet warmth, he pushed both of you over the edge, your moans blending in a beautiful harmony throughout the living room. Waves of pleasure washed over your bodies as you both reached climax, your minds lost in ecstasy while William released his seed into you.

Returning to reality, you chuckled softly, surprised by the new sides to William's desires you continued to discover. And turning to look back at him as he sat on the sofa, you couldn't help but smile.

"Twice in one day, huh? I guess I really am being spoiled."

It was the perfect end to a perfect day. And these memories would be the perfect reference when you found yourself fantasising about William during his five days on the road.

**

The road trip flew by faster than expected, but that was a good thing, especially since you had a little purchase you were thrilled to share with your boyfriend.

William was always generous when it came to buying things for you, no matter what it was. He even replaced your laptop after breaking it back in Sweden. He'd buy you anything, especially his favourite: sex toys.

He'd gifted you a few items to explore with, and you hadn't complained. However, this time, you wanted to be the one making the purchase.

And after your shopping spree and discussion about money, you felt it was time to reciprocate. So, on Friday, when William was back in Toronto, you cheekily handed him the small box containing your purchase.

Lounging on the sofa, William chuckled lightly as he took the box. "What's this?" he asked, pausing the movie which was about to start.

"Just open it," you smiled, sitting beside him, your eyes fixed on him as he revealed the cock ring you'd bought.

"Oh, thanks, but babe?" William chuckled again. "Don't you think I last long enough already?"

You couldn't help but smile, having expected this reaction from him. "It's not just about that, Willy... look! It vibrates too."

William spent a few more minutes examining the item, and as he realised its potential, he became more intrigued about trying it out.

"Oh... well, we better put this to the test then," he smirked, leaning in to kiss your lips.

But you stopped him. "I thought you were too tired after the road trip and today's practice," you said softly, echoing his words from when he had first arrived home. "And your feet hurt..."

"Hmm..." William grumbled, his eyes still fixed on yours. "That's maybe a little true..."

"It's okay, baby. We can use it another time. I just really wanted to give it to you," you flashed him a sweet smile. "Besides, you can't always get hard when you're this exhausted," you pointed out, and eventually, William had to concede to your logic. Although he yearned for your touch, his body truly felt weary.

"Do you still want to give me a foot massage though?" William asked in his overly sweet tone, the one he used when he wanted something from you. And you couldn't help but smile at his attempt to pull off a pleading puppy face.

"Hmm, alright, I suppose you deserve it - take off your sweats then, Mister."

Although the team had the best masseuses and physiotherapists on hand, William cherished nothing more than when you offered him a massage. Not that you were particularly skilled, but it meant he could admire the sight of you gliding your oily hands over his tired legs. And sometimes, it could even lead to a spontaneous round of sex.

But for now, you simply settled into position, straddling his legs with your back against him so you could still watch the movie. After oiling up your hands, you began massaging his large, weary feet, taking your time to ensure William felt relaxed and ready for tomorrow's match. And as the movie played on, you gradually worked your way up his legs, adjusting your position as you went to reach higher.

His muscular legs felt incredible under your palms. God, he was so sexy, and the sensation of touching him made your core throb with desire.

Meanwhile, William admired your body before him. Dressed in a sleek dress from your dinner outing, your curves and your pert derrière were a sight to behold. The way you took your time, ensuring every potential sore muscle received attention, made him feel nothing but amazing.

But it was when your hips pressed against his groin that he felt something else stir. Initially too tired for anything sexual, the touch of your hands and the pressure of your cunt against his clothed cock nestled in his boxers aroused him irresistibly.

"Mmm," you heard William moan behind you suddenly. You hadn't intentionally grinded your hips against him; it was just a reflex as your mind wandered, and you enjoyed touching him. But you had no doubt what those noises meant.

Turning your head to glance back at him, you raised a brow. "Oh really? Are you sure you can get hard?"

"Only one way to find out, right," William simply smirked, resting his arm behind his head.

And intrigued by the challenge, you slowly began to roll your hips, grinding your cores together. Both of you felt a thrill of satisfaction as your needy cunt grew wetter with each movement, and William felt his member slowly hardening, his boxers becoming tighter with each motion.

The movie was nothing but background noise at this point as you both became more and more turned on, your soft moans escaped your lips as you increased your motions, grinding harder and faster, feeling your clit being stimulated by your own movement.

Looking back at the man beneath you, you noticed how he kept his eyes half-closed and his lips parted to breathe deeply. "Does this help?" you whispered seductively, knowing William didn’t need to reply - his hard cock speaking louder than words.

Basking in the sight before him, William watched you through half-closed lids, his hands finding your thighs and unintentionally guiding your movements. "Yeah, just like that," he groaned softly, feeling the urgency to remove the fabric between you growing stronger by the moment. "Good girl."

Sensing that William was eager to continue, you paused your movements, sitting up straighter and pulling your dress up over your body, letting it fall to the floor.

His eyes followed your every move, especially as you then rose from your seat and slid down your knickers. And in response, William pulled down his boxers, freeing his hard member, and kicked them aside. "Pass me the cock ring," he commanded, and with a smirk, you happily complied.

William hadn't used cock rings much before, mainly because he'd never had any issues with lasting during sex, but this one seemed to offer a new experience. And as he slid it on, feeling the initial tightness before adjusting to the sensation, he then switched it on.

"Oh," he let out a small noise, feeling a new wave of pleasure course through his crotch.

"A good 'oh'?" you asked, hopeful that it wasn't uncomfortable for him.

"Definitely."

And soon, you were back in your previous position, at William's command, offering him the best view of your ass. It was a new position for you both to try, but what made it even more exciting was feeling the vibrations as you slowly let William's cock fill you up.

"Oh, fuck..." you moaned as he hit the end of your depth, your core pulsating against him.

"Please, baby... Move..."

And without hesitation, you began to rock your hips once more, allowing him to slide in and out of your throbbing cunt. However, supporting your hands on his legs as you moved, the massage oil made it a challenge to maintain your grip.

But William's firm grip on your hips helped stabilise you. And as you rode him in reserved cowgirl, both of you were surprised by just how good it felt. His shaft found your sensitive spot, much like in doggy style, while William's mind spun with pleasure as he felt your tight walls clenching around him, your ass bouncing right in front of him. Combined with the intense vibrations from the cock ring, you both felt an impending orgasm building.

"Shit... baby, it feels so good," William moaned softly, his eyes catching sight of your reflection in one of the decorative mirrors across the living room. Your face was breath taking as your parted lips gasped for air, your eyes struggling to stay open as you pleasured yourself on his cock. It was incredibly arousing, and his eyes were fixed on the sight as you slowly increased the pace.

"Willy..." you moaned, a mix of overstimulation and tiredness washing over you with every movement.

"Yes, baby... Mmm, I'm getting close..."

Not only had you managed to make William hard despite his fatigue, but your little gift and the new position had also brought him closer to climax sooner than expected. And you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

Usually, it'd be William taking charge, sending your mind reeling as he fucked you into oblivion. But tonight, things were different. William was the one struggling to hold back, his eagerness palpable as he tried to thrust into you.

Still, he tried to control himself, aiming for you both to climax together. Yet, it seemed as if the road trip had taken its toll on him. Without the chance to masturbate, he was more prone to reaching orgasm sooner than usual, and tonight seemed like one of those nights.

You felt your own climax slowly approaching, prompting you to push yourself to increase the pace, riding William with all your strength. Yet, it was overwhelming. Your legs ached, and the sensations of the vibrations sent your mind spinning, making it hard to keep a steady rhythm.

All you could think, was that you couldn't stop until William came to release, and thankfully, it didn't take much longer. With a few more minutes of fervent movements, William's chest rose and fell heavily, his deep breaths escaping him as he closed his eyes, letting out a deep grunt and released into you.

The living room felt oppressively warm, your bodies still connected as you both caught your breath. However, you knew you had to move, the sensations from the cock ring still coursing through you. And as you slowly disengaging from William, you couldn't help but smile at his satisfied yet slightly defeated expression.

Gently removing the toy from him, William looked at you with a tired but content expression. "Shit, that was hot..."

You returned his sly smirk, settling back onto the sofa, trying to avoid any of his release from staining the fabric. "It definitely was..."

"But I'm sorry you didn't get to come, baby," William said, sitting up to cup your face.

"It's alright, Willy," you chuckled softly. "I think I’m a few orgasms ahead of you... besides, this was pretty intense for me too, so it's okay."

William accepted your words, though he usually preferred it when you climaxed as well. But considering the spontaneity of tonight and your exhaustion, he let it slide.

"Well, thanks for the gift, baby. I hope it did something for you too," he said softly, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"Oh, it definitely did..."

You could almost still feel the lingering sensations from the vibrations in your cunt, and while you hadn't reached climax, you'd still experienced intense pleasure.

"I guess I don't mind you spending some money on me too then," William chuckled, pulling on his boxers before pulling you in for a cuddle.

"I guess you don’t."

It was another simple yet enjoyable evening, where you shared your deepest feelings, and the love between you was undeniable. Yet, there was one thing you wanted to discuss, something you'd been considering and were now ready to talk about.

"By the way, Willy, I've been thinking of giving up my studio completely..." you began, watching William's expression closely.

William couldn't help but smile. He knew this decision wasn't easy for you, but to him, it signified your trust and commitment to your relationship. It simply showed that you believed in him without reservation.

"Finally.” 

[lxndonorris]

lick, love, LEC - Charles Leclerc

Y/N x Charles Leclerc Theme: Fluff (light touching) you're trying to cheer Charles up after the sprint race in China x word count: 1430+ taglist: @game-set-canet is this considered smut, fluff or is there something in between? Got one idea for LN left, if you want to read anyone else, requests are open.

The sun is shining brightly over the Shanghai International Circuit, casting its warm glow over the paddock as the first sprint race of the season comes to an end. Charles Leclerc, clad in his red racing suit, trudges back to his motorhome, the weight of a challenging race evident in his every step.

You, his supportive partner, trail behind him, silently offering comfort with each stride. As you enter the cozy confines of his motorhome, you can't help but notice a slump in his shoulders and the slight furrow in his brow. Today's race was rough, but there is still more to come with qualifying looming ahead.

You watch him unzip his sleek racing suit before taking the upper half off, letting its sleeves hang down his waist. Wearing his suit like this, his fireproofs are on full display. Each seam and stitch speaks of countless hours spent on the track, pushing the limits of speed and endurance.

Charles offers you a shy smile before he sits down, grabbing his phone right away.

With determined resolve, you decide to lift his spirit. Knowing his love for ice cream, you brought along a special surprise all the way from home—a selection of his own brand, LEC. As you open the fridge, the cold air escapes in a rush, carrying with it the sweet aroma of Chocolate Crunch and Vanillove.

"Hey, Charles," you call out, a hint of excitement in your voice. "I've got something to cheer you up."

He turns to you, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips as he watches you retrieve the ice cream from the fridge. With a gentle motion, you hand him a spoon and settle down beside him on the sofa.

"Y/N." He smiles once he realizes it's his own brand of ice cream. "You shouldn't have." Charles puts the phone away and tries to hide his excitement by running a hand through his face and hair.

"Oh, I should." You nod encouragingly. "I just had to promise not to spoil you too much."

Charles' face lights up right away, and his entire body relaxes slowly.

"Chocolate Crunch or Vanillove?" You ask, holding out the two cups for his inspection.

He studies the flavors for a moment, a flicker of anticipation lighting up his eyes. "Hmm, surprise me," Charles replies, a note of curiosity lacing his voice.

At first, you scoop a spoonful of Chocolate Crunch and offer it to him. Right away, his eyes sparkle with delight, and you watch his lips curl into a shy smile upon tasting the creamy concoction.

"Mhmm, this is so good!" he exclaims, savoring the sweet taste with every bite. 

His enjoyment is palpable, and you feel a surge of happiness knowing that even in the midst of a tough day, you may bring him a moment of joy.

"Here, you try." He offers you a taste, and you accept it with a nod.

But instead of merely tasting the ice cream, you find yourself drawn to him, to the warmth of his lips and the sweetness of the moment. With a tender touch, you press your lips to his, savoring the taste of Chocolate Crunch as it mingles with the softness of his kiss.

When you pull away, a shared smile lingers between you.

"Tastes good." You lick your lips, causing him to giggle again. "Let's try Vanillove."

As you move on to feed Charles the Vanillove ice cream, his eyes light up with pleasure once again. 

"Mhmmm." He embraces the taste on his tongue, licking his lips in anticipation of another kiss. 

"So good?" You don't hesitate and lean in to steal another kiss, the soft taste of vanilla lingering on his lips.

This time, it's a more passionate, longing kiss, and as fate would have it, a small mishap occurs, and a dollop of ice cream lands squarely on his chest, staining his fireproofs.

Immediately, you apologize profusely, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and you put the cup down. However, to your surprise, Charles simply chuckles, reaching down to wipe away the errant ice cream with a playful grin.

"It's okay, love," he reassures you, his laughter contagious. 

His easygoing attitude eases your worries, and you admire his resilience in the face of adversity. 

As he inspects the stain on his chest, his brow furrows in mild frustration. With a gentle tug at the fabric, he attempts to smooth out the wrinkles caused by the ice cream.

You watch him with a mixture of amusement and affection, admiring the way he handles the situation with grace and composure. Despite the small mishap, he remains unruffled, his focus solely on rectifying the situation at hand.

With a determined expression, he continues to inspect the stain, his fingers tracing the outline of the fabric as he is trying to minimize the impact.

In this moment, you just admire all of him. As Charles lounges on the sofa, his red racing suit drapes casually over his frame. Despite the challenges of the day, there is an undeniable allure to the way he wears his racing gear with effortless confidence.

Unable to fix it just now, he glances up at you with a sheepish smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Guess I'll just have to keep my suit zipped up for the rest of the day."

You chuckle softly at his jest, appreciating his ability to find humor in even the most unexpected of situations. With a reassuring smile, you reach out to squeeze his hand, silently offering another apology.

As your eyes meet in a silent exchange of understanding and affection, a sense of warmth washes over you. 

With a gentle touch, you reach out to touch Charles cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin and the tingling of his stubble beneath your fingertips.

Charles' gaze never wavers from yours, his eyes shining with a mixture of love and longing.

Without a word, you both lean in closer, drawn together by an invisible force that transcends words or explanations. And as your lips meet in a tender kiss, time seems to stand still.

Instinctively, you find yourself stroking Charles's firm chest. His response is immediate, a soft sight escaping his lips as he leans into your touch, reveling in the affectionate gesture. 

Lost in the moment, you can't help but feel a rush of happiness at the sight of his contented expression. With a gentle caress, you trace your fingers along the contours of his chest, savoring the intimacy of your connection.

As your kiss deepens, you relish in the sensation of Charles's beard gently tickling your skin. With each tender caress of his lips, the soft bristles graze against your check, sending delightful tingles coursing through your body.

Breaking the kiss but still lost in the tender moment, you whisper softly.

"Which flavor do you prefer, Charles?"

His eyes sparkle with amusement as he considers the options before him. With a grin, he reaches for Chocolate Crunch, his choice made clear.

"I'll stick with chocolate," he replies, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

You nod in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Sounds perfect. I'll have vanilla then."

With your choices made, you exchange a knowing glance before diving back into your respective cups of ice cream. As you indulge in the sweet treats, each spoonful a delight to the senses, a wave of contentment washes over you.

Still, you can't help but let your eyes roam all over him, his beautiful face, his firm chest and arms, and his thighs.

With a playful grin, Charles catches your eye and strikes a pose; his chest puffs out ever so slightly, accentuating the contours of his fireproofs. There is a hint of mischief in his gaze, a silent invitation to admire him even more.

With a fond smile, you reach out to trace the intricate patterns of his fireproofs, your fingers dancing lightly over the fabric. Each touch sparkles a thrill of excitement, a reminder of the passion and intensity that fuel his every race.

"You know," you begin, your voice soft, "today may not have gone as planned, but tomorrow's a new day. You've got this, Charles; I believe in you."

He turns to you, his gaze filled with gratitude and affection. "Thank you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Having you here makes all the difference."

With the taste of ice cream lingering on your lips and the promise of tomorrow's challenges ahead, you move a little closer to one another and enjoy the sweetness dancing in your mouths.

[invinciblerodent]

Breakfast in Bed Headcanons

(because why not)

Karlach-

Everything is burnt. To absolute cinders. You cannot reliably tell the difference between the toast and the eggs- not by appearance, taste, or level of crunch. (Well. From the shape, you're fairly sure the leftmost lump of charcoal was once a piece of bread. But you can't really be certain.) But, seeing how she's squirming- or better said, all but bouncing in her seat beside you in nervous excitement, her face split in two by the broadest grin and lit up with love and the sheer joy of finally being able to perform this little act of simple domesticity with you, it's still the best damn meal you've had in your entire life, and you dutifully eat every last crumb.

You don't know how she even achieved this smokey taste in your coffee. But it does taste like her kiss, and you're very happy and eager to compare the two. At length.

Gale-

For him, it's as much an act of love as it is a presentation, a showcase of not only his boundless affection, but also just one of his many skills, and it is -fittingly- flawless. Presented to you on a gorgeous platter is an aesthetically stunning, and downright sinfully indulgent comfort meal, incorporating every single one of your favorite things.

There is also not one vegetable in sight. You can't not eat every last crumb, all but moaning in pleasure at every bite, but it's so heavy and so much that you legitimately want to go straight back to bed afterwards. Good thing that he's beyond happy to join you- both in feeding each other little morsels between kisses, and in spending the next few hours entangled as much in each other as in the blissful languor.

Astarion-

The very thought that it even occurred to him to do this for you is enough to have you all but overcome with emotion. His results are middling at best (oversalted yet underseasoned, somehow slightly burnt and undercooked at the same time- of course, he can't bloody well taste what he's doing), but... not only has he not done this before, but hadn't needed to even think about feeding someone, or actual food in general in over two centuries. The mere fact that everything is at least edible shows that cooking for you is something for which he prepared, something he put infinite care into, and you find yourself having to stop every couple of bites to cradle his face in your hands and pull him in for a kiss, just so you don't start crying straight into your eggs.

He's not pleased with himself (it's a skill at which he's not only not immediately excellent, but also not naturally talented, of course he's unsatisfied) and grumbles a bit about how your reaction is exaggerated, but his big, fanged grin (and playful, teeth-clicking request for his own breakfast) is sweet enough to make up even for the salty dessert.

Lae'zel-

She's... a bit confused on the spirit of a Faerunian breakfast. Which is understandable, Githyanki cuisine is remarkably different from almost everything you can get here- but like in everything she does, she has got the capital letter Spirit and does her absolute best, so she sternly presents you with.... quite a spread. Her skill with the blade -the skill in which she's most confident- is taking center stage in a beautiful display of fruit and veggies with the (nosehair-singingly spicy) Githyanki spread she made, and it's delicious, refreshing, and yeah, she's right, sure to wake you up faster than even caffeine spurted straight into your veins would. But the best part is that from her tired eyes and barely perceptible fidgeting, you can tell she's been up at least an hour, fretting and preparing for this moment.

The pride blooming in her chest at your grateful praise also colors her cheeks a pretty coral pink. That too is the best part. As is waking up to her touch. Really, all parts of the this slow, soft, sweet day with her are the best part.

Wyll-

Wyll is prone to downplaying his skill in the kitchen, but despite what he'd tell anyone who asked, he is fairly competent at a very specific style of cooking. His absolute wheelhouse is comforting, homely meals, prepared from cheap and widely available ingredients that hark back both to his childhood in the lower echelons of Bladur's Gate, and feeding himself however he could in his years in exile. So naturally, the honey-sweet porrige and fresh fruit that he sets down in front of you may be simple, but it is dripping with his love, and presented with a bashfully charming smile, a theatrical bow, and artful poesy comparing you in sweetness to both the honey and the ripe berries.

He also makes a cheeky note (that nets him a playful swat on the arm) about the old adage of the path to the heart leading through one's stomach, and how he'll have to do this much more often as you take his hand, and gently lead him back to bed afterwards. It's much, much too early, and you're much too cozy to think about anything but him.

Shadowheart-

She's fairly competent at cooking, but it's undeniable that her skills are more based on trial and error and built around just getting something warm into your belly than anything more lavish than that. But what she does know how to do, and what she does take some amount of pride in, is how she makes a mean plate of scrambled eggs. After calling her on that particular bluff the previous evening, thinking nothing of it (and with your tongue lodged firmly in your cheek), you didn't expect her to sneak out of bed, and surprise you with a plate while still in her soft nightclothes the next morning. But frankly, even though you don't quite know how these eggs are supposed to be the best ones ever (is it the butter? it's probably the butter), what you are sure of is that she's never looked more beautiful than she does with yesterday's makeup flaked onto her face, a playfully embarrassed, yet devilish half-grin, and the sweet blush across her cheeks as she instructs you to quite literally eat your words.

Her smug preening in your dramatic praise of her unrivalled skill as a domestic goddess is well worth the tiny piece of shell that had escaped her notice and stabs you in the gums. (You choose not to mention it, even teasingly. You're fairly sure you'll take that secret to your grave.)

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

A great interview with Michael with Collider :), mostly no spoilers (or what already been said elsewhere :)❤)

COLLIDER: Obviously, when you were making the first season of this show, you had the book to work off of, you had a characterization to work off of, but because this season is an all-new thing that Neil Gaiman has written, did you get to work with him at all to develop what Aziraphale was doing this season, or was it all dependent on what he wrote?

MICHAEL SHEEN: Yes, I think when we were doing the first season, Neil always talked about the idea that he and Terry [Pratchett] had talked quite a bit about future storylines and that they had worked out quite a lot of it, actually. They just never got around to writing it down in a book. So there was quite a lot of material already in his head. One of the wonderful things about this, as well, working on this project, has been how much myself and David have been able to collaborate with Neil on the characters and inhabit them and bring them to life, and developing the relationship between them and the storylines. So it’s felt very collaborative, but then, of course, Neil is very good at making it feel collaborative even when he knows exactly what he wants.

QUESTION: Speaking of that relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale, you are obviously quite close with David Tennant. You work with him not only on this but also on Staged. What's it like getting to put that friendship dynamic to use on those shows, especially since Staged is something that's so completely different from Good Omens?

SHEEN: It's just wonderful, really. You know, often you work with actors that perhaps you have very good chemistry with on-screen or on stage, but maybe off-stage, off-screen there's not a particular spark. It's fine, but there's nothing particularly special about your relationship on stage or on-screen. Then other times, there are people you get along with really, really well, but maybe there isn't necessarily that amazing chemistry on-screen or on stage. So it's very rare that you have both. I think with us, we've just sort of discovered that that is the case, or it seems to be that people feel like we have good chemistry together when we're working. And we just have a lovely time together in between working as well, so it's such a pleasure to be able to do that, and to be able to work on projects like Good Omens and Staged with the characters that we play in those. It's just a real joy, so, you know, long may it continue.

QUESTION: Personally, I love the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley, and the show has had such a massive fan response. How much are you aware of that, and what do you hope fans take away from this season as opposed to the first one?

SHEEN: Oh, I'm very much aware of it. Yeah, it's one of the most enjoyable aspects of working on this, to see how much the audience and in particular Good Omen fans just give to the project. It does feel like a fulfilled kind of creative collaboration with the fans as well. There's so much talent when people come to writing fanfiction or artwork, or just discussing ideas or things that have sort of been born out of it. I mean, there are all kinds of amazing groups who fundraise now for charities and do all kinds of incredible things. There are conventions and all sorts. I love that, and I love seeing how people have made friends, really close friends, through their connection to this and these characters in this story, and how communities have been created, and how much people are helping each other. I see all that online and I hear about it. It feels very in the spirit of the story, you know, it feels very in keeping with what it's all about. I think that's a big part of why Neil and I and the rest of us have all really opened ourselves to that fan community, because I think it feels like a very living part of the story.

QUESTION: How do you think Aziraphale has changed between where we leave him at the end of Season 1 and the beginning of Season 2? Is there anything unusual that we can expect from him this season?

SHEEN: Well, I think he's in a quite odd position for him because, on the one hand, he's got a lot of the things that he's always wanted. He's always wanted to just be left alone and live in his bookshop, and drink tea and listen to music, and read books and go to the theater, and eat nice meals and drink nice wine, and be with the being that he loves being with the most. But on the other hand, he's also someone who feels very anxious about not being part of the company, you know, being out on his own and sort of independent. It’s quite a challenge for him. It’s that thing about “be careful what you wish for.” He got what he wished for, but he still feels a bit off-kilter, I think, and then this unexpected guest arrives and turns the world upside down for him again.

But one of the things that we wanted to explore with Aziraphale in this series is perhaps finding something a little steelier underneath the apparent soft surface, that maybe there's something else going on under there. So we see that kind of come out as the story goes on, as well.

QUESTION: In addition to playing Aziraphale, you also did the voice for Lucifer in The Sandman audio series, which is obviously also a Neil Gaiman joint. So what's the difference between playing an angel and playing a demon?

SHEEN: Well, of course, Lucifer is an angel, was once a fallen angel. My first experience of Neil’s work was The Sandman. That was what I first read when I was still a teenager in the late ‘80s, and it just absolutely blew my mind and opened me up to all kinds of things and started a journey [with] Neil’s work, but also all the people that Neil kind of points you towards through his work as well. It opened so many doors for me. So to be able to then be a part of The Sandman world, as well, to play such an iconic character, it was and is, because we're still doing it, just a bit of a dream come true.

QUESTION: I have one last question for you, and it's a little bit of a silly one. One of the most iconic parts of Good Omens is Crowley's Bentley, which is cursed to play nothing but Queen songs forever and ever. I would love to know what you think Aziraphale’s favorite Queen song is.

SHEEN: Well, I think he likes the more operatic ones. So he probably…I think he likes “Bohemian Rhapsody.” All those nifty chorus bits. He’d love that. So yes, probably “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

[leaentries]

🎄prompt 13 w/ Jamie Drysdale

this is so stinking cute

warnings: swearing

prompt 13- “if you don’t take me to see christmas lights, i’ll cry.”

lea’s christmas special!

It was finally December, the air was filled with your jolly spirit as you blasted christmas music in your apartment. The smell of your freshly brought in Christmas tree added to the sentiment. Gold, red, and green slowly crept its way into every aspect of your little space until it looked like Christmas had vomited everywhere.

Of course, this is how you preferred it. Colors strewn about, with decorations filling all the rooms. It brought joy to your heart and warmth to your soul. Jamie, although you two had been together for over a year, was still shocked when he walked into your apartment that December 1st morning.

“Wow, pretty girl,” He walked over to you, looking around at the vast amount of glitter and fake snow, “You really didn’t hold back, did you?”

You turned towards him, as his arms circled around your waist, “Well obviously not! You know Christmas is my favorite time of year!” Jamie smiled at you, taking in your appearance. The way the oversized Christmas sweatshirt hung on your body, to the matching red socks. He adored you.

“I know, I know, baby. And I love that you love it so much.” He placed his lips against your head as he mumbled, “I also brought some of your favorite hot chocolate from that little shop down the street.”

Your eyes widened in delight as you left his arms and raced to the kitchen table where he had set the drinks down upon walking in.

He admired your animated form with a lovesick grin. A chuckle left his lips as you burned yourself slightly in your over excitement. “Calm down, it’s hot.”

You gave him a side eye at his teasing smirk, “No shit sherlock.” Rolling your eyes, you gently blow on your drink, before taking a less-burning sip. The liquid’s warmth spread from your mouth through your body. You let your eyes shut in delight, a small hum of approval leaving your lips.

Jamie’s mind became void of anything as he watched your pleasured features. Your tongue darted out to lick a drop off of your parted lips. He swallowed thickly.

“This is the best drink in the world, I swear. And that little shop? God, I don’t know how they do it. I have to get the recipe from the owner.” You set the cup down, walking back to where Jamie remained at the kitchen island. “You know, I just was taking to the owner the other day actually. She was telling me about how her and her wife just got a puppy and they’re super exci-”

You stopped mid sentence as you became aware of Jamie’s staring. “What’s up with you, Jam?”

He shook his head slightly, coming back to reality. “N-nothing. I’m all good, pretty girl.” You raised a brow at him, “Promise. Now, what were you saying about the owner?”

❥.

After finishing your drinks, you and Jamie found yourselves cuddle on the couch binging Christmas movies. With the heat of his body, paired with the soft glow of the tv, you quickly slipped into a welcomed slumber.

Your body slowly began to awake, as you noticed the credits of “Home Alone” were now playing on the screen. Tilting your head, you saw Jamie’s peaceful sleeping face, the deep rise and fall of his chest could be felt beneath you. Although, your movements must have woken him as his hand came up to push your head back to the crook of his neck.

“Ja-”

“Shhhh. Not yet, don’t wanna leave you.”

You forced your head up, causing a deep sigh to leave his mouth. “Oh come on J, it’s already,” You grabbed your phone to check the time, “7:47. All of the Christmas lights are definitely on by now.”

Damn. He was hoping you’d forget that he promised to go drive around looking at lights tonight.

Jamie let another out another sigh. “What if I told you I would rather just lay with you all night instead?”

You looked him dead in the eye with no expression, “If you don’t take me to see Christmas lights, I’ll cry.”

“Fine, fine. Let’s go look at Christmas lights.”

“Yes!” Your face lit up immediately, you scrambling to your feet to slip on your Christmas slippers. You ran to the door to grab the matching pair you had bought Jamie. “Alright, J! Let’s go!”

Jamie just shook his head, chuckling at your antics.

If driving around for hours looking at lights on random houses is what his girl wanted, then thats exactly what his girl was gonna get.

[gothicflowers]

Black No.1

Alex Keller x Goth!Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW. MDNI. golden retriever man and goth woman. I definitely wrote this for myself.

She's in love with herself, she likes the dark

And on her milk-white neck: The Devil's mark

Now it's All Hallows Eve, the moon is full

But will she trick or treat? I bet she will.

She’s polar opposite of him. He is every bit of blonde pretty as they come. His eyes always bright and charming. She is mystified energy wrapped in black cloth. He appreciates your taste in music. He even indulges in it sometimes. Your endless records are always playing on the turntable

She's got a date at midnight with Nosferatu

Oh baby, Lily Munster ain't got nothing on you

Well, when I called her evil she just laughed

Well, cast that spell on me, boo bitch-craft

He was attracted to her energy. She doesn’t need a man’s attention or approval. She walks with her head high and demands respect. First time he seen you walk into a room all he could hear is the ringing in his ears and his eyes glued to you until you decided to stare him down in response. You made him blush so much he had to look away and fidget with his hands.

Yeah, you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing

You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing

Dye 'em black. Ooh, dye 'em black

Black heels, black pants, black nails, black lipstick. That black eyeliner he loved to see run down your face when you just can’t take anymore of the pleasure he gives.

Black, black, black, black number one

Black, black, black, black number one

He loved watching you get ready. You took pride in your appearance. Everyday you’d apply your makeup and do your hair. Alex loved the lip color you always wore. It looked beautiful on your lips, and on his after passionately kissing you. The only lights on in the house at night were candles light. Softly illuminating the rooms creepy but cozy.

Little wolf-skin boots and clove cigarettes

An erotic funeral for which she's dressed

Her perfume smells like burning leaves

Every day is Halloween

Your perfume could always be smelled when you walked by. And your hair always smelled clean, Alex always thought he was smooth hiding that he was smelling it when you cuddled on your black silk sheets in the early morning. Your sent drives him wild

Alex loved buying you new clothes. He loved when packages came in and got to see you try everything on. He loved you in black lace. You did all the technical stuff for the 141 so you didn’t need to dress in combat gear. Instead, dressing like the mistresses of the night. Men’s heads would turn from the sent of vanilla when you walked by and to glance at your fishnet covered legs paired with a black pencil shirt accentuating your plump thighs and ass.

In the beginning it bothered Alex knowing that all the men around him craved you. You were a feast laid out before starving men. But he grew to know your loyalty to one another was fierce. He got you chain necklace with a small heart pendant with his name engraved on both sides. A subtle way for any man that looks at your soft breasts to know that you are taken.

Love, loving you was like loving the dead.

You clash against the camo clad men. You’re a reminder that there is something outside of war. A beautiful darkness that tells a story. Your soul that understands his fears, needs, joys, wants and desires.

It was like fucking the dead

Your long pointed nails would leave marks up his back. Your sent that stuck to the sheets. Your moans that would fill the air. Your need to be worshipped. His need to pray to your mind, spirit and body. Your delicate hands that would grab his jaw when you wanted to pull him down to you for a kiss. He loves how different you look from him and everyone around. His soft pants and whimpering meshed with your moans and cry’s from the pleasure his hands and tongue would bring you. The way he’d run his fingers along your back tattoo when you’re bent over for him.

[0-n-1-x]

Spirited Bonds

Synopsis: Spenting time with you libero boyfriend after practice <3

The gymnasium of Karasuno High School echoed with the rhythmic thuds of volleyballs meeting palms, a familiar cadence that signaled another intense practice session. Nishinoya Yuu, the dynamic libero known for his fiery spirit, darted across the court with the precision of a seasoned warrior. His jumps and dives were a spectacle, leaving spectators in awe and opponents scrambling to keep up.

Amidst the controlled chaos of the practice, you, his trusted teammate and partner, held your ground at the net. The unspoken synchronization between you and Nishinoya had become a thing of legend, a silent language that spoke volumes about the bond forged through countless hours of shared victories and defeats.

As the final rally concluded, Nishinoya approached you with a grin that could light up even the dimmest corners of the gym. "You were on fire today, [Name]! I've never seen blocks and spikes like that," he exclaimed, his eyes filled with genuine admiration.

You chuckled at his infectious enthusiasm. "Coming from the libero with moves like yours, that's high praise, Noya."

Nishinoya's chest swelled with pride, and he playfully nudged your shoulder. "Well, we make a pretty unbeatable team, don't we?"

Together, you retreated to the sidelines, the buzz of the gymnasium fading into the background. The shared exhaustion of a well-fought practice was accompanied by a quiet sense of satisfaction, the unspoken acknowledgment that, together, you and Nishinoya could take on anything.

"So, what's the game plan now?" you asked, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Nishinoya leaned in, a conspiratorial grin on his face. "I heard there's a new ramen place that just opened up nearby. What do you say we check it out?"

Your stomach growled in agreement, and you nodded. "Ramen sounds perfect. Lead the way, Noya."

The two of you exited the gymnasium, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. As you walked side by side, conversation flowed effortlessly between you. From volleyball strategies to favorite foods to plans for the upcoming weekend, the dialogue wove a tapestry of shared experiences, building on the foundation of your spirited camaraderie.

The ramen shop, a cozy establishment with the tantalizing aroma of broth and spices, welcomed you with open arms. You and Nishinoya settled into a corner booth, menus in hand, ready to embark on the next adventure: a culinary exploration.

As you indulged in the savory delight of ramen and shared laughter, the atmosphere became a sanctuary of joy and contentment. The restaurant's patrons faded into the background, leaving only the two of you immersed in the moment, appreciating the simple pleasure of good food and even better company.

With the meal concluding, the evening stretched before you like an open book. Nishinoya's eyes sparkled with mischief as he suggested, "How about we swing by the arcade? I heard they've got a new game that's all the rage."

You agreed with a smile, realizing that the day was far from over. The two of you strolled through the city, the vibrant lights of the arcade beckoning in the distance. The evening unfolded in a series of laughter, friendly competition, and shared victories in the pixelated world of video games.

As the night progressed, you found yourselves on a rooftop, overlooking the city skyline. The moon cast a gentle glow on the scene, and the city below seemed to pulse with life. Nishinoya, sitting beside you, spoke up.

"[Name], today was awesome. I love how we can dominate on the court and then just chill out like this."

You leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his presence. "Yeah, Noya. It's these moments that make everything worthwhile."

And as you gazed at the stars above, you realized that your connection with Nishinoya extended beyond the volleyball court and the cityscape. It was a spirited bond, woven through shared victories, ramen dinners, and arcade adventures, a bond that stood the test of time and trials.

With a contented sigh, you rested your head on Nishinoya's shoulder, savoring the quiet tranquility of the night.

[slutsofren]

how cass felt when the reader kissed him?? could we have a director's cut on his thoughts??

I GOT YOU BABYYYY

reminder this is reader x cass/az/rhys polyamory & fmmm

content warnings: horny, biting instinct (doesnt happen), male masturbation, slight MM action, voyeurism, no sword crossing ⚔️, slight praise

notes: please read after chapter 28 :)

summary: after cassian finally gets his way with your lips, he flies away and takes his cock in hand. and another bat boy enjoys what he sees.

word count: 1,508

read on ao3 here / high lady masterlist

Cassian didn't know he was holding his breath until he saw you again. When you arrived back to the townhouse, he felt it.

He felt you.

He had been harsh on himself internally since his shameless flirting from a few days prior but he couldn't help himself around you. You were his mate, his first ever mate.

Centuries ago, he wouldn't have believed himself worthy of such a thing and yet here you were.

He had been in the front sitting room with Morrigan and Azriel discussing matters of the Court of Nightmares when something inside him sang with such profound beauty.

One look to Azriel and he knew what it was.

The moment he sensed your return he practically flew up the stairs of the townhouse, wings be damned.

Being the first to arrive, he flung the door open with such a force he was almost afraid it would dent the wall just as he called out for Rhysand.

But his eyes quickly found your frame.

You looked tired, a bit exhausted around the edges, but beautiful nonetheless. He drank your presence in like a lifeline and he couldn't help but let the feeling of pure unadulterated joy emanate from him.

You returned back to him.

Cassian watched on with Azriel beside him as you opened the wretched box and revealed the Book of Breathings. The voice that spoke from the object with light and airy, almost taunting in it's feigned innocence yet vicious in its own right.

He shifted from one foot to the next, only watching you. Watching how your shoulders tensed during this whole interaction yet your kept level headed when Rhysand was pushing you.

A fine warrior's spirit, Rhysands mother would have said.

Just as you were prompting to leave, his hand reached out to grab yours. Your hands were so small in his and he would do everything he could to make sure they stayed clean of blood.

The moment his skin touched yours, he felt something jolt through him, finding it's home at the base of his spine. It was warm and he savored it. “Are you okay,” he asked.

He watched closely as you looked towards the rest of the group as they discussed the Book. “I'm good. Tired,” you say honestly.

He noticed how you didn't remove your hand from his so he took it as a sign. Stars, he was grateful your new fae hearing wasn't as sharp as it could be lest you heard his pathetic, traitorous heart pounding in his chest at the mere chance at being close to you.

“Can I walk you to your room,” he asked foolishly. He wanted more time with you, he missed you. Missed how you'd waltz around with a glint in your eyes, knowing you were the most cunning of them all. He loved it.

After you agreed, he reveled in being in the same proximity with you for just that much more longer.

Cassian noticed how your heart seemed to beat in rhythm with his when you wanted to approach a difficult subject so he steeled himself for the worst.

But then you said something he wasn’t expecting.

“Rhysand wants to talk about,” you said as you made a wide gesture, “everything with me later.”

He wanted to play with you like you played with Rhys, so he pushed hard with his tactics. He flirted, eyes dropping down to your lips faster than you noticed.

“Fuck it,” you murmured hust as you kissed him.

It wasn't elegant, it was all teeth against his chapped lips but he was stunned you actually did it and he groaned in the pleasure of feeling your body wrap around his.

It took him a few more seconds before he gathered his mind together and kissed you back earnestly. His wings wrapped around the two of you as he pressed you against your bedroom door.

“Cass,” you whined against his lips as he began to lick and nip a trail down your throat.

Stars be damned, he was never into biting, not like Azriel, he had a few marks to prove it. But shit, he wanted to bite this pretty little neck of yours. So smooth against his tongue, so free of blemishes.

He quickly returned back to your lips, deepening the kiss until your hands found their way to his hair, knocking the strands loose from his leather strap.

Cassian could feel himself grow hard under your influence and it took everything in him to pull away.

Logic was out the window the moment your lips met his but he couldn't be the one to tell you he was your mate, that you had three.

Rhysand, the one you trusted most, had to be the one.

The two of you were like lost stars in the vast and endless abyss of the night sky and seemed to always find each other and Cassian wanted to be a part of that song so bad, just like Azriel. But for now, it wasn't about him and he was happy your body seemed as receptive of him as he was of you.

He could only hope your heart was the same.

So he mustered as much power as he could to pull you away, kissing you gently over your cheeks.

Fucking stars, he thought, he was still so painfully hard beneath his trousers. But he had to walk away or make a very big mistake.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he whispered in your ear, his breath fanning over your hair.

He could feel your breath hitch in your throat as he took a step back. “But that is a game for another day,” he smiled something fiendish at you.

“Of course,” you said catching your breath.

The two of you locked eyes as he did the dutiful thing and walked back down the hall to his own borrowed bedroom, he didn't wait to listen for you to shut your door as he shut his.

He paced his bedroom, back and forth, palming his hardened cock.

Without a second thought he threw open his balcony window, one that was in only his and Azriel’s rooms, and took to the skies.

He had to leave, he had to.

The scent of your lust permeated his nose and was starting to cloud his judgement and he had to get as far as he could away.

Thoughts of taking you every which way in your bed, against the wall, in your bathtub, on the floor, all of it stained his imagination. He wanted all of it.

Cassian landed very ungratefully on the training balcony of the House of Wind and shot himself to his actual bedroom. He didn't bother with shutting the door only to strip his clothes down to nothing as he began to touch himself.

“Ahh, fuck,” he growled as his palm grazed his bare cock.

Cassian prided himself on his sexual escapades but he couldn't help but wish he was watching your hand take him now. He spit into his hand and hissed as he took himself in his palm, stroking hard and soft, mirroring what imaginary-you would do to him.

“She got to you too,” a male voice laughed gently behind him.

He whipped around and saw Azriel leaning against his doorway, arms crossed. Az’s eyes flecked down to Cassian's exposed cock but looked back up to his eyes, “Well don't let me stop you. I've been touching my own since that day she let me hold her on our way to her sisters.”

“Well are you just going to stand there,” Cassian said, cock still in hand.

Azriel pondered for a moment before he nodded. “I think I might. Continue with your work.”

Cass rolled his eyes and continued to stoke. It wasn't the first time the two Illyrians had watched each other in the past and maybe that was a part of this mutual mating bond with the same female that made them so comfortable around each other but Cassian wasn't embarrassed. He wasn't even going to kick him out.

He just continued his moments.

A sharp gasp escaped him as he sped his movements up, chasing the same high he felt when he had you pressed up against your door. He could still taste your lips on his but he imagined the sweet tangy scent of your cunt preening for him instead, stars he wanted to taste you.

That imaginary scent had him spilling over the top as he came with a deep guttural groan. He came all over his deep bronze hands and already missed the way you felt against him in his mind.

Fuck, he was doomed.

Cassian fell to his knees, still feeling his orgasmic high coursing through him as his lungs ached for a full breath. He looked up as Azriel shifted in the doorway with a lustful knowing smirk, “Good boy.”

His heart skipped a beat as he watched Az walk away, satisfied enough with the sight of the Lord of Bloodshed on his knees.

[doodle-pops]

Irmo With a Reader Who Has Rainbow Eyes

Request: Hello darling Mina! I absolutely love your writing, it’s beautiful 😍 can I please request a headcannon with Irmo or Manwe x reader whose eyes change colour?? Like with their emotions or just by choice? All the colours of the rainbow? 🌈🌈 bonus points if their s/o eyes are just one solid colour the whole time, no irises or pupils or rings just orbs of bright colours that change? Thank you for considering!💜💛 - Anon

A/N: Always a pleasure to fulfil your request. I have been impatient to use this gif!!! 😊💕

·⊰ It was the one feature about you that stunted him the moment you both turned and locked eyes with one another, perhaps it was also the reason why he chose to approach you in the first place.

·⊰ His curiosity got the better of him when he noticed that there was another person whose eyes were in some way, identical to his. At first, Irmo would not know that they changed colour since they were pink the entire time he was speaking with you.

·⊰ All through every interaction, your eyes were always pink, representing your adoration and affection towards him, and in return, Irmo’s eyes were also a replica of yours. To many, they would call you the ‘Love Couple’ because your eyes reflected the colours of love (at the time, of course).

·⊰ It wouldn’t be until you were disgruntled, and he came to visit, upon inspection, he was met with a cerise colour that slowly faded into grey. Following your shift in emotions, he would become enthralled by your ability to display your moods via your eyes.

·⊰ As much as he had the ability to read people’s moods, he always preferred to look at your eyes instead, loving the different colours they each displayed. At times, he would get lost in staring at the vibrant tins and tones, completely forgetting that you were sullen or frustrated.

·⊰ His favourite moments are when you’re waking after a long nap and you’re groggy or confused, and your eyes have the habit of morphing into all the colours of the rainbow. It usually takes a while before they mellow into a solid colour or colours based on your first mood of the day.

·⊰ But he adores waking up beside you just so he can observe your rainbow eyes instead of waiting for Manwё to have one appear after rainfall. His compliments are the best and he always uplifts your spirits, comparing your rainbow eyes to Manwё’s rainbow and saying that it’s better.

·⊰ Whenever you are in awe or fascinated, your eyes would become indigo. Hence his reason for taking you stargazing is so whenever he looks into your eyes under the stars, he can see the reflection of them in your eyes since they make the perfect background to hold them.

·⊰ This is where another compliment comes in he tells you about your eyes holding all the stars and they’re more beautiful than Lady Varda’s creation. You can always count on him to share joy and mirth with his words which in turn, lifts your mood to elation and changes your eyes to bright golden yellow. You can always count on his eyes to also reflect the same shade as yours because as long as he’s happy, so are you.

·⊰ There are times he becomes stunned when he gazes into your eyes and the entire surface is one solid colour. Your pupils and irises have all merged into one flat colour. As you once explained to him, when your emotions are at extreme levels, your entire eye becomes one colour. It’s a way for him to know when you are extremely enraged or delighted or any other emotions.

·⊰ Expect to engage in tons of eye contact and staring at one another, or just him staring into your eyes while you are attempting to carry on with your daily routine. He just wants to appreciate your beauty. Poems and songs about your eyes will be written and sung, and flowers will be given to match.

·⊰ Sometimes, you will see him making flower crowns and gifting them to you, all to enhance the beauty of your eyes. Even then, you both will be adorned in matching head wears to live up to the “Love Couple” title.

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[escapismqueen]

A Chenford fic- No boundaries

Summary: Tim and Lucy get invited to a cook out with his metro co workers. But things go awry when a certain colleague ignores boundaries completely and makes a pass at Lucy.

Inspired by a prompt from the ‘chenford March madness’ list.

Incl: fluff, slight angst, protective Tim, Jealous Tim. Badass Lucy.

Warnings: swearing, and a gross misogynist 🤢suggestive language, but no actual smut

Tim was sat at his desk, rooting through some older paperwork that needed rechecking. In the boredom of reading the words on the pages, his mind wandered effortlessly to Lucy; he had to leave for work before she woke up today, so he’d missed their usual morning lie in where they just cuddle and talk, and she’d been on patrol since she first came in, meaning he hadn’t yet seen her- it was 1:30pm now, so safe to say, Tim was missing his girlfriend. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone- Angela in particular would never let him live it down. He could just hear her saying “wow, he can’t even be away from her for half a day. Has Timothy Bradford gone soft ?” With the biggest smirk on her face just to annoy him.

As he began to listen to the ticking of his wall clock to pass the time, he received a knock on his office door. “Come in”. As the door opened, one of his metro coworkers- Lucas, happily strolled in, a welcoming smile on his face. “Hey Bradford, sorry to interrupt, have you got a minute?” Tim nodded his head and set down his paperwork, hands interlacing on his stomach as he leaned back slightly on his chair. “Me and my wife are hosting a cook out at the weekend, and wanted to invite you.” Tim’s eyebrows raised in surprise- sure, he’d been starting to settle in more at metro, and his relationships with his co workers were becoming more friendly, but he wasn’t expecting to be invited to an outside event so soon, so he was a little startled.

“Oh! Wow, Thank you. I’d be honoured.” Lucas gave a little chuckle, it was clear to him that his Sarge wasn’t overly comfortable with mixing work and pleasure, but there was also a look of appreciation on his face- like he wasn’t expecting to be welcomed so easily. “It’s no sweat Sarge. We’d love to have you. I’ll text you the details.” As he turned to walk out the door, a thought entered his mind and urged him to spin back towards Tim. “Hey, Bradford- I’ve been hearing rumours you’ve got a special lady; bring her along- we’d love to meet her!” As Lucas left his office, Tim couldn’t help but think ‘of course there’s been rumours, cops are the gossipiest people on earth’ yet, as he rolled his eyes, he couldn’t help but beam in joy at the thought of taking Lucy with him.

After work, Tim drove straight to Lucy’s place; not unlike his usual day to day. However this time, he had a little request for her. One that he knew she would say yes to; one thing he can say with confidence is that his girlfriend is a people person through and through. She’s always loved get together’s and parties- shining when the moment requires it, and shining when it doesn’t. Tim admires that quality about her; it’s a natural gift that he noticed about her from the moment she became his rookie. Her presence alone radiates warmth and light that immediately makes people comfortable around her- she surfaces the best stories from everyone.

As his keys jingled in the lock, he heard sprightly footsteps rushing towards the door. His fingers were quickly released from his grip on the keys when the front door was opened with force. “Hey babe, I’ve missed you!” Lucys arms waste no time in wrapping tightly around Tims neck, lips finding home in his when she pulls away. Tim hums at the feel of them, nose nuzzling into hers adoringly. When his girlfriends lips part from his, he begins to smirk, a cosy feeling brewing in his chest- she missed him too.

“Wow, a few hours away from me and you’re all over me” Lucy scoffs playfully at Tims teasing, sending him a spirited nudge to his shoulder- She did miss him; they don’t usually go so many hours without seeing each other, but she was on a particularly difficult patrol call in the morning, and in the afternoon, Metro had to assist on an op that went sideways, so they hadn’t spoken since last night. Despite this, she wasn’t going to give Tim the pleasure in knowing that it affected her that much, especially considering that fact she was fed a little Intel that told her she may have not been alone in her feelings.

Tim was expecting one of her usual sassy remarks, but instead was met with a victorious, smug look. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Lucy’s reaction, until it dawned on him- he knew that look; she had something she could use against him in retaliation, and he knew she was most definitely about to use it. “Oh god, what ?” A snicker blew past Lucy’s lips at Tim’s response; he knew her too well. “Nothing !” Her grin got bigger by the second, and soon Tim’s arms had crossed over one another, encouraging her to disclose the reason for her humour.

“Luce, spit it out”

“Okay, okay. It’s just, here you are teasing me for missing you, yet, a little birdie told me that they caught you looking very longingly at a picture of us on your phone at lunch break today. So- who’s the real softie here?” Tim’s mouth opened in shock, a defensive breath of air eliciting from his mouth, accompanied by a light brush of pink on his cheeks- he’d been caught red handed.

“Oh really ? And who exactly is this little birdie ?” He purses his lips in question, eyes scanning Lucy’s for any tells that might give it away. “Oh, I’m not at liberty to say- but the intel is solid” she sends him another smirk, mirroring his stature, also crossing her arms and pursing her lips. Tim sighs in defeat- he’s lost this battle. His only option now is to swerve her attention to something else so that his embarrassment can quell. “And on that note, I have something to ask you.”

“Oh yeah? What is it ?” She asks with curiosity, shuffling towards the kitchen counter to turn the heat down on the stove. She decided to make a veggie lasagna for them both tonight- Tim had made a delicious linguine dish the other day, and Lucy wanted to return the favour the next time they had dinner. “Lucas came into my office today and invited me- well, us, to a cookout at his house this weekend” Lucy’s head snapped up, a pleased smile etching onto her features. “Awww Tim, that’s great ! That really shows you’re making an impact. Good for you babe ! So what’s the date and time ?”

He knew it, he knew she wouldn’t even have to think for a second before deciding to come with him. “Well, he texted me the details before and said that it’ll be Saturday from 1pm, but we’re ‘more than welcome to show up whenever’ but that’s ridiculous, we’ve been given a time so we will be going at 1pm”. Lucy’s lips curled into one another, suppressing a laugh at her boyfriend’s adorable control freak nature. She recalled the other other day when she’d suggested for him to come round at 7ish- he called her within two seconds to explain that ‘ish’ is not a time and she should expect him at 7. It had made her laugh for a good 10 minutes, and right now, she could feel the giggles re-emerging.

Lucy lifted her hands up in mock surrender “okay okay, 1pm it is. Should we bring something ?” Tom narrowed his eyes in uncertainty- bring something ? He wasn’t aware he had to do that. “What do you mean ? We’re the guests” Lucy raised her eyebrows, her arms freezing mid-stir. “Yesss, but it’s polite to bring something as a Thank you for inviting us. That’s what you do Babe.” His eyebrows scrunched In bewilderment, shrugging his shoulders in jest. He’s perhaps slightly new to events like this; usually any dinners or parties he does attend, are usually people who’ve known him for years and don’t expect anything from him ‘in return’.

“That seems stupid to me, but okay. What should we bring ?”

“We could bring some flowers or- oh ! We could cook something since it’s a cook out ! Yes, let’s do that.” Tim walks up to Lucy, arms wrapping comfortably around her waist, and kisses her lightly on the inside of her neck. Tim is often in awe that he can call Lucy Chen his. She’s smart, beautiful, kind, positive, badass- and in moments like this, when she’s willing to give her weekend to him because it will benefit his job and she wants to support him; moments like this is when he thinks he’s dreaming; so unused to this level of encouragement in a relationship.

“That’s very sweet Luce, but I’ll do the cooking myself, all you need to do is just show up and be your usual charming self.” He finishes his sentence with a squeeze of her hip, hoping she drops the subject and let’s him do the work. Lucy has noticed a few times now, that whenever she tries to do something to help Tim out, he looks slightly guilty- like he doesn’t deserve it. What breaks her heart is that she knows it’s because of his childhood trauma. He was never given love ‘just because’, nobody helped him- they just hurt him. ‘Love just because’ is not something that Tim Bradford is familiar with; and Lucy knows this.

“Hey, hey” Lucy gains Tim’s attention by spinning in his arms and reaching her hands to cup his cheeks gently. Her voice is soft and delicate; She angles his face towards her and looks so deeply into his eyes, that she swears she can see a glimpse of his soul. The diminutive wall of water that rests at the bottom of his eyes, clenches Lucy’s heart. You wouldn’t think that something as little as offering to help make something for a party would cause such emotion, but the psych major in her knows that his reaction runs a lot deeper than just what meets the eye.

“I know you sometimes feel uncomfortable when people help you- but just because you never used to receive it, doesn’t mean you’re not supposed to have it or that you don’t deserve it. It’s okay; I want to help.” Lucy sends her overwhelmed boyfriend an easy smile, hoping to calm the cogs that are spinning rapidly in his brain. She knows that Tim is a stubborn man- he always will be, it’s a part of him. But she also knows when his stubbornness is a facade for his fears, and she sure as hell isn’t going to feed into those.

Tim’s eyes begin to scan every feature of Lucy’s, looking for any tell of a lie. Not that he needed to- the sincerity in her voice was all he needed to know that she meant it, but sometimes the physical representation, just helps him more in pulling him out of his fog. They both recognise that no more needs to be said; knowing without a doubt what each other is thinking- it’s something they’ve always been able to do. From day one they had conversations with their eyes. Almost as if the universe was telling them ‘this. This is your person’

Tim leans down, and gives Lucy a long, intense kiss, their heartbeats syncing at the contact, conveying every emotion that he didn’t say in words- Thank you. Not just for now, but for always. Tim momentarily casts his gaze to the steaming pot on the stove, an idea rushing to the brim of his mind. “Why don’t we make your veggie lasagne ? Everyone loves that !” Lucy grins joyfully at his proposition, not only at the compliment, but because she knew he’d calmed down and gotten out of his head. “That’s a great idea ! Do you want to make it the day before or the morning of ? It probably will taste a little better if we make it in the morning.” Tim pretended to think for a moment, only he knew exactly when they’d be making the lasagne. “I think we should make it the day before. I have plans for us in the morning”

Tim sent Lucy a suggestive look along with his ‘bedroom wink’ as Lucy liked to refer to it, that drove her crazy. “Oh really ? And what might that entail?” Tim cupped his arms underneath her thighs and back and lifted her into the air, Lucy squealing in surprise as he carried her effortlessly to the bedroom. “How about I give you a preview?” The lasagne was long forgotten about.

Saturday

“Luce, it’s 1 o clock, we need to get going” Lucy rushes in, one earring in, one shoe on, and the other two in her hands. Tim raises his eyebrow humorously, an amused expression tracking his girlfriend’s every move. She usually takes a while to get ready, but Tim is maybe a little to blame in this instance- he joyfully kept his promise of ‘Saturday morning plans” and now both of them are running late.

“Okay, okay, I’ll just be a minute. Oh ! Have you got the lasagne ready ?” Tim nodded his head confidently. “Yep, it’s in the Tupperware by the door so we don’t forget it.” The organisation this time was definitely a by product of their last day out. They both went to the beach with Angela, Wesley and Jack the other day, but left their beach bags at home- Angela ended up fussing over them like a worried mother, slathering Lucy in sunscreen whilst Lucy slathered Tim in it. She then made them drink water every half an hour so they didn’t ‘dehydrate’. Tim had never regretted leaving something at home so much. Lucy however, thought it was very sweet.

“Okay, I’m ready, let’s gooo” Tim picks up the lasagne on his way out the door, quickly writing a note for Tamara if she came back from her college lecture early for whatever reason. Tim had invited Tamara almost immediately after he invited Lucy, but unfortunately she had an important talk at college to attend to; which also happened to be part of her grade. The fact that she was Invited to begin with though, was a huge deal to her, and she’d been thinking about it for days. As much as she was originally worried about having to ‘take a step back’ when Lucy and Tim started dating, she instead felt as though she had gained another family member. She’d had a little cry to Lucy about it last night, overwhelmed and overjoyed with how much her life had changed in so little time.

Lucy and Tim arrived at Lucas and Diane’s house at around 1:15pm. They’d been given a tour of the house, which was a lovely 3 bedroom suburban home with a sweet farmhouse aesthetic to it. It wasn’t much to Lucy’s taste; she was mentally painting the walls with bright colours in every room she entered- but the house gave her insight into Lucas and Diane, who happened to be a very sweet couple.

Tim found himself ‘decorating’ their house too. He actually thought that his coworkers house was very pleasant- but there was no Lucy in it. No bright colours or an overbearing array of candles. No random pieces of artwork or shelves with little trinkets scattered on them. It’s not that the house wasn’t warm, it just wasn’t what looked like home to him. He quickly established how odd this thought was considering that his own home that he bought and decorated, is very neutral and ‘minimalist’. He’s never been one to collect things that he doesn’t need- only purchasing things that he requires. That’s when he realises that home to him is now Lucy’s home. It’s wherever she is. Tim has always thought the saying ‘home is where the heart is’ was complete bull, but he’d just proven himself a fool.

“Anyway, that’s the house. We’re all set up in the garden so make yourself comfortable.” Diane (Lucas’ wife) ushered them to the outside area, seating them at one of the tables. “If you need anything, just shout.” She said before walking off to help Lucas with the cooking.

Before Lucy and Tim got a minute to talk, they were both bombarded with Tim’s metro colleagues, all wide eyed and eager to meet the woman who’d ‘stole Bradford’s heart’. Each of them had been debating about what kind of woman could make a man like their sarge crack a smile that big. Tim may have been closed off and secretive when it came to work and his personal life, but when it came to Lucy Chen, he was anything but. They’d all noticed the smiles he directed to his phone. They’d noticed the spring in his step after he’d been on patrol with his other coworkers- so they’d concluded so far that Tim Bradford was dating someone from work. But that was as far as their knowledge spread.

“No way ! You bagged Lucy Chen ? Respect sarge.” Tim looked towards his colleagues with an obvious discomfort. His personal life was now the talk of the party, and he didn’t miss the leering eyes that scanned up and down his girlfriend- he’d hoped that a lot of them would’ve had more respect than this.

The women in particular, were fascinated by Lucy and wanted to know all about her. She had a good track record within the station and her UC work in particular had made the rounds through the departments. As a woman in a male dominated field, all they wanted to do was pick her brain. ‘Can we steal your girlfriend?’ Was all Tim could hear. Lucy giggled, her head looking down in a modest, flattered manner. “Seriously though, would it be okay if we took her for a little ? I know your probably want to spend some time together but she’s awesome and we want to know everything about her”

Tim beams at the attention his girlfriend is getting, always proud when others notice her extraordinary self. “Go ahead, I don’t blame you.” He sends Lucy a loving look, winking lightly before she left to another table.

Tim’s thoughts were interrupted by his colleague Chase. Tim hated him- he thought his job was a big game and he was- to put it bluntly- a big, unbearable misogynist. “Bradford, your girls got body ! Bet it’s a treat getting to go to bed with her” Tim’s eyes narrowed in disgust, his jaw hardening at the disgusting words coming from the man. “Excuse me ?” Chase lifted his bottle to Beer to his lips, smirking as his eyes wandered over to where Lucy was sat. “I’m just saying, she’s hot. I mean, the things I’d do to her”

Tim stood up, rage fuelling his force. The rest of his colleagues were stood in shock; Chase had always been one to take it too far- but he’d just completely objectified his superiors girlfriend in front of him; what an idiot.

Tim took a deep breath, reminding himself that he was at a ‘family event’, there were children playing in the garden, and Lucas and Diane were laughing happily whilst they were plating the food, the last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene- despite how much he currently wanted to punch Chase’s lights out.

“Listen to me. I know we’re not at work right now, but I am still your superior. And not only should you not be speaking like that about your superiors girlfriend, you shouldn’t be speaking like that about any woman. Get a bit of respect.”

Chase opened his mouth in defence, always ready to bite back in any situation, never caring how wrong or disrespectful he was being. But before he could cause more trouble, he was dragged away by the collar of his shirt by one of the others and taken inside. Tim was still in shock at the recent events; if he didn’t hate Chase before, he sure did now.

“Hey Tim, I heard you’re a Rams fan, come see this !” Lucas called over to him, signalling him to follow him into the house. Lucy watched as they both went inside, curious to know what was so interesting. “Lucas has a signed shirt and ball from one of the players- he shows it to just about everyone who enters the premises” Diane, who had just joined the group stated in a playfully exasperated voice. “Oh my god, Tim will love that- he’s a massive rams fan. He’s tried to get me into it but I’m more of a baseball girl myself.”

Lucy and the group talk for another few minutes, before Lucy’s mouth begins to feel dry. Registering the empty glass in her hand, she excuses herself from the table and makes her way to the kitchen to get a refill. As she roots through the freezer for some ice, a large hand lands on the fridge door above her. She turns hesitantly to the stranger, unsure of why she’s been interrupted like this. “Can I help you ?”

“No, but I can help you. The ice is in here” he points to the fridge and presses a button, ice falling out instantaneously. “Oh, Thank you! It’s getting really hot outside- I really need that ice.” Lucy reaches kindly for the ice that the stranger is holding, slightly uncomfortable with the way his fingers linger as she picks it up. “I’m chase, by the way- I work with Tim.”

“Oh, hi, I’m Lucy, Tim’s girlfriend. I work on patrol.” Chase’s eyes fix onto her, not so subtly dropping to her chest. She shuffled uncomfortably on her feet, eager to leave and go back to the group of women who she’d been having some great conversations with. “Okay, well I’m going to go” she turned speedily towards the doorway, feet taking the control.

“Before you go, whilst we’re talking of helping you out, how would you like a little help in a different area?”

“Excuse me ?” She uttered, knitting her brows in confusion, a look of apprehension finding home in her features. What she didn’t notice, was that Tim had just turned the corner and was now hearing and seeing everything that was happening. “Well, you can’t be satisfied with Bradford. The man’s older than you, and he’s always got a face like thunder; you need someone who’s gonna make you feel good- in more ways than one- someone like me” at his proposition, Chase steps forward closer to Lucy. She looks on at him in complete disgust, not believing the words she’s hearing.

Tim watches the scene unfold with concern. His fists are clenched tightly at his sides, his breathing majorly elevated and nostrils flared. He’s clenching his fists so hard that little half moon shapes are appearing on the skin of his palm- the pain signifying him to stop, but his anger ignores the alarm bells, and he continues to press. He knows he shouldn’t interfere at this moment- Lucy can take care of herself, and she wouldn’t be happy if he came in to ‘save’ her. But he stayed at the doorway, senses heightened and guard up ‘just in case’.

“Who the hell do you think you are speaking to me like that ? You’re a disgrace, I wouldn’t even think for a second about being with you.” Lucys chest begins to heave with fury, her voice raising by the second. “I suggest you leave before I get REALLY pissed off, because it will not end well for you” the threatening tone in her voice startled chase, he may be an idiot, but he knows that Chen is a badass- one that he should definitely not mess with.

Tim’s fists loosened slightly at the remark from his girlfriend, struggling to hide the smirk that climbed onto his face. He watches as Lucy turns to the door, outrage plastered over her entire demeanour, clearly wanting to head far, far away from him. As she reaches for the handle, she freezes for a moment, fingers lingering lightly as she snapped her head back to chase. “Oh and by the way, I am MORE than satisfied thank you. And you know nothing about Tim ! He’s an amazing man with a kind heart, and he fills every single one of my days with joy. So don’t you dare stand there and try and tear him down and act as if you have him all figured out ! He’s not the one in here, hitting on someone else’s girlfriend in the creepiest, rudest, most disgusting way- you are ! And he’s got more love and respect in his pinkie than you do in your entire body, so FUCK OFF!”

At this, Lucy storms out the door and makes sure to slam it, wanting to greatly emphasise her point to Chase. Tim’s mouth opens In awe, never not surprised by the strength and power that his girlfriend holds. She just completely obliterated Chase without even a moment of hesitation- God, he loves her.

Tim spots Chase’s defeated frame head for the door- understandably embarrassed and impatient to leave. He tells himself over and over again to not make a scene, to just let him leave- Lucy handled it already. But today was not the day he was going to ignore his anger- unlucky for Chase.

Tim strolled up to him calmly, hoping that the quiet of his steps won’t give him away and that Chase will scare when he angrily yells his name. “Chase” Tim chuckles and shakes his head at the way Chase’s shoulders jump in reaction to his presence, but he composes himself rather annoyingly quickly, and sends Tim a smile that any friend would give to another friend. “Oh, hey Tim- how you doing ?”

“Don’t give me that crap.” Tim grabs Chase by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up with such force that his feet dangle faintly in the air. “If you ever, speak to Lucy like that again. If you even breathe in her company- I will make sure that your life is a living hell. Do you understand ?” Chase’s eyes widen in fear, head bobbing rapidly in agreement. Tim releases him roughly from his grip, and pushes him irately out of the door, not wasting a second to slam it in his face. Not exactly what he had in mind for a ‘family friendly cook out’.

Later at home

Lucy and Tim had arrived home hours ago now, they’d since retreated back to bed, limbs entwined in one another, Lucy’s head rested comfortably on Tim’s bare chest. The silence that surrounded them was pleasing and snug. Yet, it unfortunately dug up a moment from earlier on that had been nagging at Tim’s mind.

“Luce”

She hums in reply, an apparent wave of sleep slowly washing over her. “I overheard what Chase said to you today. I didn’t say anything because I knew you could handle yourself, but he said something that- I don’t know- I guess it just worried me a bit.” Lucy tilted her head towards him, hands stopping the backwards and forwards motion her fingers were performing on his chest. “What is it ?”

Tim sighed, annoyed at himself for even letting a prick like Chase get in his head in the first place. “It’s just, everything he said, it’s hard sometimes not to let that stuff get to you.” Lucy repositioned herself in Tim’s arms, legs now straddling his waist, and hands running gently through his hair. “Tim- you have nothing to worry about, okay ? I’ve never been happier or more satisfied with anyone than the way I am with you. And you can’t let some Jackass who has no idea of the real you, infiltrate your brain with his crappy ideas. You’re everything to me- nothing will change that.”

Tim closed his eyes in relief, the corners of his lips turning up in a smile. His hands squeezed her hips in thanks, grateful to have such an emotionally intelligent and empathetic girlfriend. He really did hit the jackpot. “You were very badass today, I must say.” Tim sent her an appreciative stare, a smirk following not long after. “Oh yeah, did it get you all hot ?” She teased him playfully. “What if it did ?” Lucy leaned down and nipped at Tim’s jaw, their breaths becoming one. “Then I’d say we should probably do something about that.” Tim laughed smoothly and flipped Lucy over with great ease. “I confidently agree”.

[queenalexandraofdenmark]

Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna to Tsar Nicholas II

November 21st, 1917.

The last letter Nicky ever got from his mother.

" My dear Nicky,

I have just received your letter of October 27th which has filled me with joy. I cannot find words to  express my feelings and thank you with all my heart, my dear.

You know that my thoughts and prayers never leave you, I think of you day and night and sometimes feel so sick at heart that I believe I cannot bear it any longer. But God is merciful, He will give us strength for this terrible ordeal. Thank goodness you are allwell and that at least you live together and in comfort. A year has gone by already since you and darling Alexei came to see me at Kieff. Who could have thought then of all that was in store for us, and what

we should have to go through. It is unbelievable. I live only in my memories of the happy past and try as much as possible to forget the present nightmare. Misha has also written to me about your last meeting in the presence of witnesses and [illegible] and of your ghastly and revolting departure.

I received your first dear letter of September 19th and apologise for not having been able to answer it before, but Xenia will have explained the reason to you.

I am sorry you are not allowed to go for walks, I know how necessary it is for you and the dear children; it is an incomprehensible cruelty!

I have quite recovered from a long and tedious illness and am able to go out again after two months.

The weather is beautiful, especially during the last few days. We live very modestly and quietly and see nobody, as we are not allowed to leave the estate, which is a great nuisance.

It is a blessing I am with Xenia, Olga and the grandchildren, who dine with me by turns every day. My new grandson Tikhon is a source of joy to us all. He grows bigger and fatter every day and is such a darling, so charming and quiet. It is a pleasure to see how happy Olga is, and how delighted she is with her baby which she had hoped for for such a long time.

They live very snugly above the cellar. She and Xenia come to see me every morning, and we have our cocoa together, as we are always hungry. It is so difficult to get provisions, white bread and butter are the things I miss most, but sometimes I get some sent by kind people: Papa Felix [Yusupov, senior] sends crabs and butter for which I am very grateful.

Prince Shervashidze arrived a little while ago. It is very pleasant to have him as he is a great asset,

always in good spirits and amusing and so glad to be here and to have a rest after Petersburg where it was so awful.

I am very glad to get those dear letters from Alix and my granddaughters who all write so nicely. I thank and kiss them all.

We always think and talk about you. It is so sad to be separated, not to see one another, not to be able to talk.

I get letters from Aunt Alix and Waldemar [her sister and brother] from time to time, but they are so slow in coming and I just sit and wait. I long for news.

[Last phrase is in English]

I well understand how you must enjoy re reading your old letters and diaries, although those memories of a happy past rouse deep sorrow in the heart. I have not even got that consolation, for mine were all taken away from me in the spring when they searched the house   all your letters, all those I received at Kieff, the children's letters, three diaries, etc., etc., and nothing has been returned yet, which is revolting, and for what reason, if I may ask?

Today is November 2nd, dear Misha's birthday. I believe he is still in town, God grant him health and happiness.

There has been a sudden break in the weather, a sharp wind is blowing and it is cold, only 3 degrees, and although the rooms are heated they are not warm enough, and my hands are cold.

Nikita saw K., the dentist [Kastritsky]. It was through him that I got some news about you. I am glad poor Alix does not suffer from toothache and that he has finished treating you.

I hope Isa B. [Buxhoeveden] has arrived safely and has recovered from her operation.

Please give my love to them all, also to Il. Tatishcheff.

Which servants have you got with you? I hope dear Teteridtnikoff went with you. I have only kept Yashchik and Poliakoff and have not enough words of praise for them, such splendid, trustworthy people. They serve at table and manage very well. Kukushkin and Yashchik are great friends and chatter a lot together.

On December 6th all my thoughts will be with you, my dear darling Nicky, and I send you my warmest wishes. God bless you, send you strength and peace of mind, and may He not allow Russia to perish.

I kiss you tenderly. May Christ be with you. Your fondly loving old

Mama. "

[counter-culture-christian]

P1: I am sceptical about putting this out there (for thoughts that malicious people will throw it in my face, and try to use it against me) but I need to be obedient to the Spirit. So, here goes. . .How Jesus Christ found me vs how I am now in Him addition: How He found me: swearing, raging anger, partying, drinking until my vision got blurry and I couldn't remember things, sexual immorality (having sex with those of the opposite sex), depression, anxiety, discouragement, no purpose, smoking Marijuana and cigarettes, deep in darkness, no hope, no future etc. How I am now in Him: profane language has decreased (and in the process of being completely removed), my raging anger is raging less and less (I pray often for self control and to be slow to anger), I am not having sex (and the person I'm with is in agreement with me that we'll abstain until marriage, which is challenging lol, but not impossible), I'm not drinking to get drunk (drunkedness is the sin), I'll drink a couple of glasses of red wine but to a limit where I'm still sober (and it's not often either), I have more joy in the Lord than I thought I had in the world, while I get random attacks of anxiety (I stand on the word of God with regards to that & what the Scripture says) I pray and rebuke it because I know it's not from Him. While there are bouts of discouragement, once again, I stand on God's Word, and rather turn my attention from my discouragement (and cause thereof) to Jesus Christ, praising and worshipping Him in the midst of it. More often the not, I end up encouraged. I smoked cigarettes when I felt stressed/anxious (not only was that unhealthy but it wasn't a good coping mechanism, it was a temporary means to a temporary emotional situation) now I don't smoke cigarettes at all. I smoked Marijuana to give me peace, happiness, to experience enlightenment, to give me pleasure but once again those were just a product of a temporary solution. Now all those things I was looking for in it, I experience with Jesus Christ and I can't even stand the smell of it nevermind smoke it again.

[thephantomcasebook]

Any headcanons for Alicent Hightower’s mother???

I cover a lot of this in my fanfic stuff, but, since that's been on hold for awhile, I super don't mind covering it here.

Lady Hightower (The White Lady of the Hand)

My take on Alicent's mother is that she was Dornish, the daughter of the former Lord of Starfall, and that after a border incursion and battle, that part of the peace brokered by the Hightowers on behalf of the Tyrells and Jaehaerys was that Otto was to marry the new Lord Dayne's aunt. Otto was duty bound and unflinching, till he saw her on their wedding day, and then he was completely in love with her. He was never sure if she ever loved him, but he knew that she loved their children more than anything, and that' when he held her at night she snuggled to him. And that was enough.

She was often considered the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros. Her nickname was "The White Lady" or "The White Lady of the Hand" cause she always wore the most exquisite white dresses with silver belts and circlets, or satin of the most beautiful pearl. People said that she was more queenly than Rhaenys and Aemma combined and that Aemma was secretly bitter and incredulous of her, and that she didn't like being seen together, because, people would start comparing them.

Daemon hated her with a passion. He wasn't the worlds biggest fan of Aemma, but she was a Targaryen, and a Valyrian Queen, and he saw it as a personal insult to House Targaryen that Lady Hightower was more beautiful and regal than his sister-in-law. He took joy in insulting her but then retreated behind an air of jovial spirits when Otto and Viserys called him out. He saw her beauty and glamour as a manifestation of Otto's ambitions, making his "foreign bitch" grander than the royal family. When she died, was one of the best days in Daemon's life.

She was the sounding board for Otto and knew all of his plans and ambitions, and helped him achieve them. But she was against him using their children in his schemes and was even against Alicent being friends with Rhaenyra, not only because she felt that their friendship seemed manufactured by Otto and would hurt Alicent in the long run, but that Lady Hightower knew the measure of Rhaenyra since she was young, and knew what kind of person she would turn into.

Lady Hightower always referred to her children as "The Babes" no matter how old they were. While she was alive she closely guarded her children's childhoods, and made sure that they knew that it was safe to be children and enjoy childish pleasures.

One time, while staying in Oldtown, Lady Hightower and Alicent were walking by a toy maker with the most beautifully crafted dolls imaginable. She caught that Alicent was taken in by them, despite being just a bit too old for dolls anymore. The girl didn't say anything, but Lady Hightower caught the girl looking back wistfully one last time as they walked away.

Later, on her name day, Alicent opened her gift to reveal that it was one of the dolls from the shop. It was commissioned by Lady Hightower before they left Oldtown and delivered to King's Landing in time for Alicent's name day. To protect her from Rhaenyra's mockery, Lady Hightower said that she knew Alicent was too old for dolls, but she would always be her little girl no matter how old she got.

The doll in question was made and commissioned to be in the exact same likeness to Lady Hightower, so that Alicent could always have her with her, no matter what happens. Alicent didn't know what that meant ... till she died some months later. Then, the doll became her most prized possession, that no one was allowed to touch - not even her own children.

However, when Daeron was sent South to Oldtown - ripped from Alicent's arms due to Rhaenyra and Harwin's schemes - Alicent gave the doll to Daeron, saying to him that "Grandmamma will keep you safe". Daeron kept the doll with him the entire time and slept with her every night in his arms. When he returns to King's Landing, he tried to return her to Alicent, but she told him that his Grandmamma was serving a far more important purpose now, telling him to keep her close in this war. Thus, the doll becomes Daeron's most prized possession and Lucky charm - either held in his arms in sleep while on Campaign or stuffed in his inner coat during battle.

It is also fortuitous that Alicent gives Daeron the doll, cause, out of all the children of Gwayne and Alicent, Daeron is the most like his grandmother - sometimes her spitting image in the moonlight. And when Otto first lays eyes on Daeron as a small boy, he is thunderstruck by his likeness to his late beloved wife.

From that moment on, Otto takes a very hands on mentoring of Daeron and the two have a special connection. Sometimes when Daeron gets mad, or says something in jest, he turns to find his grandfather stricken or haunted by the way he spoke, his expression ... it was so much like ... like her.

Sometimes, at night, Criston hears humming, and when he checks, he sees Daeron sleeping with his cheek nuzzled to the breast of a beautiful dark haired woman in pearly satin gown that reflects moonlight. She rocks him back and forth comfortingly, humming as she strokes his hair loving.

But when Criston blinks, he only see Daeron nestled to the doll of Lady Hightower.

[wewindondowntheroad]

daisuga nsfw smut fic recs below

My own subjective favorite Daisuga smut list for hotness and quality and kinky things that I find tasty:

Included are (mostly) self contained, not necessarily pwp but sometimes... all smut-forward stories, if you will. Amount of plot contained may vary. (Excluded from this list are works where smut is not the main focus, also I haven't read all dsg smut in existence so please be kind) (also, that being said, if you've got recs of your own please send them my way)

Note: some of these are locked to archive users only and i would definitely recommend getting an ao3 account in this age of AI scraping bullshit.

I've divided them up into some categories but you'll see there are some places where they overlap.

ALSO!! and I can't stress this enough!!!: please mind the tags, you are responsible for your own experience out here in the wild these are all M, E & Not Rated fics

general

Cuffed by NinjaSpaz Soft but not Fragile by unscheduledmakeouts stay the night by schiggy Ravenous and Revved by UhohShouto Operation Spice by karasunovolleygays search my thoughts by sweggscelent Melt in Your Mouth by jellyfish_kuchen Press of a Button by BumbleBeeBri Accounts of Lasciviousness by Opplet (2 stand alone chapters)

dom/sub dynamics

Behave. by ChaoticFriendly Weather the Storm by HamletsProzac Coffee Date by socksaregoodshit (bottom daichi) Clean Your Mess by yezh you weren't meant to see that (of course there's joy in the mundane) by gaygoyle (bottom daichi) “If he is clever and good” by GreenyLove Workout by orphan_account Just a Little More by dionyjinsus

multichap

Vice by ChaoticFriendly To Ashes by gingahtigah Bound Desires by bealovelylady (bottom daichi) little punches by bishounen_curious (bottom daichi) Taberu Rayu by suspiciousflashlight (very mild but oh so funny)

consensual non-consent

catch me, never let me go by gingahtigah (omegaverse) run little rabbit by Sai (vampire fic)

in a skirt

Team Spirit by schiggy (bottom daichi) Pleats and Pleasure by hisboywriter

soft:

High for this by WildKitte All Your Ways by Namistrella Sunrise and Silk by UhohShouto (bottom daichi) Beautiful by sinkat_arts (bottom daichi) sweet summer rain by WildKitte

omegaverse:

At Your Service by BumbleBeeBri

[princessesofrussia]

The last letter of Empress Maria Feodorovna (born Dagmar of Denmark) to her first son, Tsar Nicholas II:

Aitodor, 21st November, 1917.

My dear Nicky,

I have just received your letter of October 27th which has filled me with joy. I cannot find words to  express my feelings and thank you with all my heart, my dear.

You know that my thoughts and prayers never leave you   I think of you day and night and sometimes feel so sick at heart that I believe I cannot bear it any longer. But God is merciful   He will give us strength for this terrible ordeal. Thank goodness you are allwell and that at least you live together and in comfort. A year has gone by already since you and darling Alexei came to see me at Kieff. Who could have thought then of all that was in store for us, and what we should have to go through. It is unbelievable. I live only in my memories of the happy past and try as much as possible to forget the present nightmare. Misha has also written to me about your last meeting in the presence of witnesses and [illegible] and of your ghastly and revolting departure.

I received your first dear letter of September 19th and apologise for not having been able to answer it before, but Xenia will have explained the reason to you.

I am sorry you are not allowed to go for walks, I know how necessary it is for you and the dear children; it is an incomprehensible cruelty!

I have quite recovered from a long and tedious illness and am able to go out again after two months.

The weather is beautiful, especially during the last few days. We live very modestly and quietly and see nobody, as we are not allowed to leave the estate, which is a great nuisance.

It is a blessing I am with Xenia, Olga and the grandchildren, who dine with me by turns every day. My new grandson Tikhon is a source of joy to us all. He grows bigger and fatter every day and is such a darling, so charming and quiet. It is a pleasure to see how happy Olga is, and how delighted she is with her baby which she had hoped for for such a long time.

They live very snugly above the cellar. She and Xenia come to see me every morning, and we have our cocoa together, as we are always hungry. It is so difficult to get provisions, white bread and butter are the things I miss most, but sometimes I get some sent by kind people: Papa Felix [Yusupov, senior] sends crabs and butter for which I am very grateful.

Prince Shervashidze arrived a little while ago. It is very pleasant to have him as he is a great asset, always in good spirits and amusing and so glad to be here and to have a rest after Petersburg where it was so awful.

I am very glad to get those dear letters from Alix and my granddaughters who all write so nicely. I thank and kiss them all. We always think and talk about you. It is so sad to be separated, not to see one another, not to be able to talk.

I get letters from Aunt Alix and Waldemar [her sister and brother] from time to time, but they are so slow in coming and I just sit and wait. I long for news. [Last phrase is in English]

I well understand how you must enjoy re reading your old letters and diaries, although those memories of a happy past rouse deep sorrow in the heart. I have not even got that consolation, for mine were all taken away from me in the spring when they searched the house   all your letters, all those I received at Kieff, the children's letters, three diaries, etc., etc., and nothing has been returned yet, which is revolting, and for what reason, if I may ask?

Today is November 2nd, dear Misha's birthday. I believe he is still in town, God grant him health and happiness.

There has been a sudden break in the weather, a sharp wind is blowing and it is cold, only 3 degrees, and although the rooms are heated they are not warm enough, and my hands are cold.

Nikita saw K., the dentist [Kastritsky]. It was through him that I got some news about you. I am glad poor Alix does not suffer from toothache and that he has finished treating you.

I hope Isa B. [Buxhoeveden] has arrived safely and has recovered from her operation.

Please give my love to them all, also to Il. Tatishcheff.

Which servants have you got with you? I hope dear Teteridtnikoff went with you. I have only kept Yashchik and Poliakoff and have not enough words of praise for them, such splendid, trustworthy people. They serve at table and manage very well. Kukushkin and Yashchik are great friends and chatter a lot together.

On December 6th all my thoughts will be with you, my dear darling Nicky, and I send you my warmest wishes. God bless you, send you strength and peace of mind, and may He not allow Russia to perish.

I kiss you tenderly. May Christ be with you.   Your fondly loving old

Mama

Source: alexanderpalace.org