#i think it’s remote too god bless

[renegadepack]

not me actually moving forward with a job i’m excited for, with good pay and benefits, that seems to be doing important work, and that i could potentially be really good at and actually enjoy...

dare i... have hope...

[fractallogic]

Now of course I am no weather person and only have the absolute loosest grasp on how weather and the related physics works, but this does not actually seem possible to go from a high during the day of 29 and then slowly increase DURING THE NIGHT up to 40

But then of course the weather app today said it was sunny all day here in Eugene and I can confirm that both north and south of the university, it was very much not (except for a very lovely pre-sunset alpenglow kind of thing). So. The weather app is an idiot and not to be trusted in any case.

[everythingne]

you have me and I have you -- DR3

Taking the twins to meet Daniel at a race nearly ends in disaster for the youngest, luckily you remember a little saying that goes a long way for when her emotions get too big for her all weekend away from her favorite person on the planet.

daniel ricciardo x wife!mother!reader

warnings/notes: probably inaccurate f1 information (specifically with where they live but idc its my fic), i'm not going off any actual timeline of real events dude this is just vibes, maxiel content bursting out of this fic, might make this little family a series i dunno, i don't have the most knowledge of daniel's career so mind some gaps

--

You and Daniel lived an exceptionally private life--surprisingly. Alpha Tauri's home base was in Faenza, Italy. And when Daniel was announced to be driving for them, you both tossed around a few different city names until Max of all people found you both a quaint little house just outside of the main touristy parts of Ravenna.

Somehow the world champion knew the both of you would find it was a perfect spot to nestle in for the time being. You knew that once the girls really got into school, like proper schooling, you'd have to settle them near Daniel's family. That's what you'd agreed to do when you planned to return to teaching full-time, but for now, Ravenna worked beautifully.

And it was beautiful too.

You had moved and traveled a lot with Daniel due to his career, it had never bothered you in the near decade the both of you had been together. The two of you never fought, sure you argued, but nothing hateful. It was usually a 'stop overthinking this' or 'stop overworking yourself on that' and with two perfectionists who adored their careers and families it could get a bit tense. But, you loved Daniel more than anything, and he loved you just the same. So it always worked out in the end.

Three years dating, one year engaged, seven years married, five years parents. Parents. Two beautiful twin daughters, you hadn't not been trying for kids, and though the girls were a surprise, they were happily welcomed by the Ricciardo's and your family when announced. And of course their loads of F1 uncles, like Max, Yuki, Lando, and of course Pop Pop and Grannie Horner, who had just about died when the youngest of the two twins--Rosella, called them that without you or Daniel prompting her to.

"She speaks the truth!" Daniel had laughed when Geri scooped the little girl up in her arms and squeezed her, kissing her forehead. Max had just laughed for like ten minutes at Christian's face before the man finally made some remark that he was "finally old enough for that title."

And then a few months later little Penelope would do the same, with a quite similar reaction.

Life in Ravenna was perfect, and you had been blessed with a remote job that allowed you to work anywhere making your life a breeze of constant travel, love, and spending nights alongside your husband or his family and friends in lavish hotels for grand prix.

Speaking of Grand Prix, it was time to get the girls moving. The two of them, Rosella Grace Ricciardo and Sienna Michelle Ricciardo, are currently settled with their suitcases beside them in the living room as you finish unplugging the necessary items and locking up the house. Rosella was playing with her stuffed bear, idly singing some song her grandparents had been trying to teach her, and Sienna was currently trying to repack her bag that you had so meticulously put together.

"Si, stop messing with your bag, sweetheart." You try to not let any annoyance sink into your tone but fail a little as you make your way to the foyer.

"Sorry, Momma." Sienna pouts and hides in on herself, her big brown eyes and bouncy curls making you think of her father--who was currently in a car going god knows how fast on the track. Max had been the one to invite you to Miami, saying it would be good to get the girls there to surprise Daniel.

What he hadn't thought of was how hard it is to get two twins through the airport, who look exactly like Daniel Ricciardo, without raising any eyebrows because this was their first appearance at the track since they were toddlers and didn't look like much of anyone except for having Daniel's undoubtedly huge smiles.

"Hey," you say, but don't explain the sentence that brings both of your daughters immediate calm, "You have me and I have you."

The sentence, something from the night before you married the girl's father basically equated to 'we've got this, don't freak out, I'm not mad and you're gonna be fine.' and whatever else it needed to at the moment and it had been a constant in the past seven or so years of your life.

And Sienna calms herself immediately, nodding at you.

You peck a kiss to Sienna's hairline as you repack her bag, "All better, nothing to be sad about, okay?"

She nods, taking her bag and helping her sister grab her stuff as you get them out to the car. The two are pretty well-behaved by now and have learned when to do as you ask and when it's okay to play around a little. You thank Daniel for that, he'd always set a good example. Once everything is in the trunk, you secure the girls in their seats and then thank one of the women you'd become close with down the road for driving you to the airport.

Natalie grins, patting your shoulder as you settle in with a big huff, "I just wish you luck getting them through the airport by yourself! Usually, you have Michelle with you."

"Well, Michelle's unable to come to Miami because she's working, so it's just me this time!" You try to hide your annoyance at the whole situation already, but Natalie just laughs as she starts to drive through the streets of your beloved town.

"Don't stress it, those girls are too well-mannered to cause a fuss."

"I hope so." You sigh, glancing over your shoulder at the both of them.

--

The airport in Italy is a breeze, it's the Miami airport that gives you trouble with the girls because one file isn't filled out correctly. One fucking file. You end up leaving poor Geri Halliwell in the pick-up lane for like an hour while you scramble to fix it so you're not shipped off back home with the girls, who are tired and miserable and just wanna go to bed.

And you'd run out of snacks on the plane, which was another level of catastrophe as Rosella complains every two seconds she's starving and going to die while Sienna complains her feet hurt and makes you carry her around.

Luckily, the airport staff seems to take a bit of pity on you and push you through as quick as possible. You stumble out to the pick-up line to find your ride, the warm Miami air making the girls want to play a bit. Setting down Sienna you make both girls keep one hand on your suitcase as you meet Geri halfway to the car and she kneels down to give the twins hugs as they scream her name.

"So much for discreet." You huff, watching Geri happily interact with the girls. And you learn right then that she's always planning ahead (maybe it's the whole having four kids thing) as she pulls out two little baggies of packed snacks for the girls from her coat.

Once the girls spot Christian, it's game over as they sprint with their little suitcases bouncing behind them and he barely has time to kneel before they're trying to hug him.

"Lookin' good Mama," Geri grins as she picks up Sienna's discarded backpack and you laugh off the compliment as she stands, placing her hands on her hips, "I'll take it they missed us?"

"They wouldn't shut up about getting to see you guys all week after Danny left," You let her pull you into a hug as she kissed your hairline. She helps you get the girl's stuff in the car while Christian entertains the two who sit in the back seat and you end up between your daughters on the drive to the hotel.

"We rented you a room on another floor just for tonight, we figured you'd wanna surprise Danny at the race." Geri turns to talk to you as Christian drives and you nod, leaning forward so she can sit straight. Sienna's babbling to Christian about class, Rosella trying to butt in to get his attention too, and you lean your head on Geri's seat.

"Thank you guys, I'm serious when I say I'll pay you back."

"It came out of Oracle Red Bull Racing's pocket, not mine." Geri holds her hands up and you let out a soft laugh, finally feeling the weariness of the nearly twelve-hour flight.

When you make it to the hotel, Christian goes first to ensure the coast is clear, and you find they've already checked into the room so you're able to go straight up. Once inside, you thank the Horners one more time with tight hugs and a promise to bring them around to Italy soon before shutting the door.

"Momma!" Rosella whines as soon as the door is locked and dead-bolted shut, "I'm tired!"

"Me too!" Sienna copies her twin and flops on the floor and you laugh.

"Let's get you two ready for bed, yeah?" You muse, grabbing the suitcases and flipping them open, and letting the girls pick out the pajamas while you do the same with some loungewear. It's only around five at night, and you do still need to feed the girls a proper dinner, so you assume a short nap with a break for chicken nuggets before bed will be perfect.

--

You rouse from sleep to two sets of little hands hitting you, the girls giggling as they whisper, "Momma, momma!"

"Mhmn," You groan, rubbing your face, "Yeah?"

"Daddy called you, Rosella answered it like a big girl!"

"Mhm!" Rosella cheers, leaning to not-so-secretly whisper, "I didn't even tell him the big secret!"

"That's great--" You go to say sleepily and then you blink your eyes open when you hear Danny laughing over the phone and you sit up to your elbows and snag the phone from her.

"Both of you, shoo." You wave a hand and the girls shriek as you curl your fingers like you're going to tickle them and then sit up in bed.

"I swear I set an alarm." You laugh, rubbing your eyes as you check the clock--in Italy, it would be noon right now which would be typical for your afternoon nap with the girls.

"No big deal. I just wanted to call you when I was getting up for race day." Daniel yawns and you can imagine him rubbing at his face as he lets out a muffled groan over the phone, "How are you and the girls?"

"They're having a blast but being little tornadoes," You huff, "but I'm managing."

"Ah, that's my girl. Superstar mom." You can physically hear Danny's smile in his voice and it makes you laugh, when you ask him how he's doing he regales practice and qualifiers as you get yourself out of bed and grab the girls a change of clothes. Mouthing for them to get in the shower as you mute the phone so Danny doesn't hear the water as you turn it on. Walking back to supervise from the doorway you pop in a few questions here and there.

By the time the call is wrapping up, Sienna's gotten soap in her eyes, so you bid Daniel a quick goodbye as you scold Rosella for splashing her sister in the face and end the call. You double-check to make sure it's actually ended before you move into the bathroom.

It takes an hour for you to get ready, which means by the time you're bringing the girls down to meet with Geri, her kids, and Kelly and Penelope, all the drivers are making their way to the track.

But, of course, you have to run into Charles in the elevator.

"Didn't know you were gonna make it this weekend," Charles says as you step in, the girls shy away from him a little, especially Sienna who practically buries herself behind her sister. You laugh softly.

"Guys, it's just Charles." You say over your shoulder and they both peek up again before gasping and jumping over to hug him. He kneels down to the girls, accepting both of their tight hugs as you speak,

"We weren't until Max told me he got us paddock passes,"

"They're still that close, huh?" Charles stands once the girls release him and you shrug,

"I think Max feels bad for how it ended with them in Red Bull, kinda like how Lando and Daniel are still super close after McLaren because of--God, don't get me started actually." You pinch your nose, the wound of McLaren's drop of Daniel had been the most difficult part of your partnership with Daniel thus far. You hoped it stayed that way.

"I'm glad they're still close." Charles smiles and then bids you goodbye as a Ferrari employee starts scolding him in French--or Italian, or maybe both, as she drags him off in the opposite direction.

You cart the twins off to the little restaurant within the hotel, thanking the hostess who brings you to Geri and Kelly's table and you greet them with a happy smile. Once the kids are all introduced and settled, you relax and roll out your neck.

"I am exhausted." You announce and Kelly pushes a mimosa towards you, grinning, and you happily take it. Breakfast goes relatively well, Penelope wants to sit in your lap halfway through because she missed you, and Bluebell updates you on her applications for university.

The Halliwell-Horner kids are a mess of different parents, but all act just as loving as your own twins, it makes you smile as you notice Bluebell pause mid-sentence to make sure her sister ordered her food correctly and her brother has enough to drink when the waitress comes around to check on you all.

And then Sienna gasps and points at the TV, squealing at an ear-piercing decibel, "Dad!"

"Shh!" You hush her, both Kelly and Geri laughing as you try and handle the two kids who are excitedly pointing out their father on the TV. It's interviews from yesterday on replay in preparation for the race later. And the twins won't stop even with you, Geri, Kelly, and the other kids at the table (save for Geri's youngest) trying to hush them.

"Girls. Knock it off or we're going outside!" You hiss through your teeth, pointing at the two next to you, and Rosella literally screams 'no' at you.

"Good grief." You sigh, then grab her by the waist and wave for her sister to follow you. While Sienna's a little hesitant, a gentle tap from Geri makes the girl scoot off her chair and follow you and a screeching Rosella out of the small restaurant. The three of you settle on the floor as you try to calm a clearly upset Rosella, who curls into your side.

"C'mere, Si." You hold an arm out as you sit on the floor and Sienna curls into your other side. You wipe the frustrated tears off Rosella's face, she had always been attached to Daniel by the hip, you weren't sure why you assumed this would be easier for her than her sister.

"I know you guys are excited to see your dad, I know, I am too." You say to the two twins who sit in your lap on the floor in probably the nicest hotel in Miami, "I miss him just as much as you guys do but... we have to be quiet in restaurants. We can't start screaming like we're at home, okay?"

"Momma, 'm sorry Momma." Rosella sniffles and you pepper soft kisses to her hairline and wipe the tears from her face as Sienna gives her twin a hug.

"It's okay, darling, you know you have me and I have you, yeah? You just have big emotions you wanna get out, but we have to remember inside voices and that there's always a time and place for everything, okay?" You rub her back as she hiccups, big tears rolling down her face as she starts calming down with big gasps.

The girl nods, scrubbing at her face and you give her a little kiss on the top of her forehead before giving Sienna a kiss there too.

"Are we calm enough to talk now, Ella?" You say softly and the girl nods, you scoop her up and bring Sienna back in so she can sit at the table and eat, informing Geri and Kelly you'll be right back after you take Rosella on a little calm down walk.

And you end up in a little courtyard, bouncing Ella on your hip as she speaks softly as you pause at a fountain.

"And Daddy's always there when I'm sad." She recounts as she hiccups, still crying a little as you rock her and rub her back, "and I got sad he wasn't there, and then he wasn't there to make me happy, and it made me more sad."

"Oh honey, it's okay." You look over your shoulder, swearing for the third time you're seeing Lando out of the corner of your eye--which is impossible because he's at the track and you're just being paranoid.

"Big emotions come out sometimes, it's happened to me. When your dad and I got married, I freaked out on him the night before because I was so stressed something would go wrong. I screamed at him, like a full freakout," You sigh, pressing your lips to your daughter's hair before whispering, "You know what he did?"

"What did he do?" Rosella sits back so she can look you in the eyes, you bounce her up and readjust your grip.

"He held me like I'm holding you now and he said 'I know you've got big emotions and so do I, but you know what we also both have?'" You remember the way he'd pressed his lips to your hairline, hands tucking you into his body as he cradled you in the bathroom of the wedding suite in the hotel,

"And I said 'no' because I was having big emotions, and he said 'You have me and I have you.' Just like right now, Ella, you have me and I have you."

"Oh! That's why you and Daddy say that." Ella smiles, kicking one of her feet a little and you nod. She wipes the last of the tears from her eyes and you kiss her cheek, before walking back to the restaurant when she claims she's finally calm enough to eat and be a little quieter.

--

About ten thousand things are happening in the Alpha Tauri garage when you sneak in with Yuki's help. You see Daniel off to the side, talking with some engineers with a stressed expression, and instead of walking over to wrap your arms around him like you want to-- you cart the twins off to his driver's room and settle them in there.

"Should I get him?" Yuki asks once he's finally gotten Sienna to pry off his leg and you laugh, shaking your head.

"Surprise, remember?" You speak softly, hushing the giglging twins.

"Yeah, but he's..." Yuki makes a face and you roll the idea around in your head. The girls had never seen Daniel frustrated, any sort of negative emotions you and Daniel tried to keep away from them.

"How bad?" You ask, mouthing one to ten, and Yuki mouths back a solid nine. So you groan, dragging your hands down your face and holding up a hand for him to wait while you kneel down and wave the girls over.

"Listen, Ella, Si." You poke their arms playfully as they quiet down their giggles when you slowly lower your hands to the floor, "Quiet time, okay? Momma's gonna go out and see where Daddy is, and I might bring him back here, okay?"

The girls nod and you kiss both of their foreheads before leaving the driver's room with Yuki and speaking softly, "I'll come with you."

He nods and waves you along, making his way through the back hall and back into the main area of the garage where Daniel was standing with his back to you. Mouthing good luck, Yuki slips off to stand beside Daniel as they talk racing stats. You just stand for a while, watching your husband as he clearly fusses over some fudging of numbers and how the team seems to be running whatever tactic on a sort of hail-mary moment. You know he hates leaving it up to fate.

"Okay, well," Daniel groans, clearly wanting to change strategy but knowing he's unable to do so, "I don't even know."

Yuki suggests something, but it gets shot down, and then you slowly start to inch forward. You see the videographers and photographers readying themselves for the moments, cameras lifting up high as they wait for the moment or whatever line will come out of your mouth.

"This is literally just as frustrating as getting the twins to relax on a plane," Daniel complains, Yuki smirking and biting the inside of his cheek as you finally cross the room to stand behind your husband.

"I dunno, I did pretty well--"

"--Holy shit!" Daniel shouts, barreling himself into you as he sweeps you off your feet in a loud laugh, "Oh my god! Hello! What?! When did you get here?!"

He sets you down after a tiny spin and presses a long kiss to your lips before you can explain, his hands firm on your hips and your arms tossed around his neck, just like puzzle pieces.

"Max got me passes, we got in last night. Blame the entirety of Red Bull." You wave a hand and Daniel kisses you once more, arms now wrapping around you.

"Okay, fuck strategy for a moment, I need this." He says to the Alpha Tauri team who wave him off and laugh, and you let Daniel just bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the way too expensive Dior perfume he'd bought you for your birthday, and sigh out his stress.

"You have me and I have you." You murmur to him, pressing your lips to the side of his head, since it's all you can reach at this angle, a very similar angle to which his mini-me had been held in only a few hours prior.

"I know." He steps back, then blinks at you, "Wait. The twins are here too aren't they?"

"How the fuck--"

"You aren't wearing your necklace you always wear when you have someone babysit them for the weekend." He pokes the necklace you are wearing, one of your last names written in one of the prettiest fonts you'd ever seen, the gold blackened and dirty from its constant wear. A wedding gift from his mother.

"You little shit." You whisper, before turning and shouting, "Ella! Si!"

And it's like they were waiting for it because the sound of the door slamming against the wall followed by the patter of small sneakers sounds through the garage as the twins sprint to find you and their father. Their joyful screams overlap as Daniel drops to one knee to scoop both girls in his arms, fawning over their matching sundresses (custom-made to be the same color as his racing suit, as is the dress you wear) as he lifts them up to your height.

"Look at my girls." Daniel smiles, letting the twins babble on about whatever as he turns to press a kiss to your cheek, "Thank you."

"Thank Max." You step up to take Sienna from his arms so he can easily hold Rosella, but the arm you've freed snags you by the hip and pulls you close.

"There we go!" He grins at you, "All three of my girls in one place, yeah?"

And it's perfect, a little slotted puzzle piece, and regardless of if they figure out whatever issues are going on with the car you know Daniel will be loving every minute of Miami this year. Just because the three of you are there as his backbone.

[nexionswild]

IN WHICH MANEATER!reader admits their feelings for the van der linde boys. [p.1] [p.2]

includes: arthur ∿ john ∿ dutch ∿ hosea ∿ javier ∿ micah.

content warning: none, pure fluff, no pronouns [GN], some fem!words [“minx” “temptress”]

a/n: first headcanons in a while! personality may not be as accurate but eh, do what you will !!

✦ ﹒ arthur morgan

you.. what?

arthur doesn’t believe in being remotely worthy of any romantic interests, he always thought you were out of his league. needless to say, it’s a pretty loving yet interesting surprise. he even comes as far as questioning your tastes in men.

but of course, he doesn’t say no, and god knows what would happen to his mental state if he ever dismissed your feelings.

by the time your confession came out, he’d admit that he loved admiring you from a distance, seeing how you swayed men with your charms and wits. it was always fascinating for him in a weird way. he can’t quite put it in words, but by simply observing you, he could feel things.

“alright, alright … i’ll take the goddamn minx’s hand, but don’tcha go cryin’ on Grimshaw’s dress if ya’ startin’ to regret yer decision, understand?”

obviously, he’s so grateful to have you under his wing now. it’s almost like a dream he’ll never want to wake up from, it’s a blessing, even.

although arthur still doubt how long you’ll stay with him, due to his bad experience during his first relationships with some women, he’s trying to be optimistic about the way it will turn out.

he doesn’t have much to say or do, except awkwardly appreciating your presence and the way all of your attention shifted onto him, but he’s not a slacker in this relationship, hell no.

you’re constantly victim of his tease, and often gets to be his main focus every now and then. being a natural gentleman, he doesn’t mind offering you help during your missions. and his treatment gets especially more overwhelming after a task that includes seducing a feller for information. he’d like to say that he’s not the jealous type, he understands you’re just doing your job, but god. he should be the only man that gets to hear all of these sweet words.

✦ ﹒ john marston

completely and utterly baffled. him? you and him? together?

“why?” was the first thing that came out of his mouth. he regrets it.

when you explained it’s really by the way he behaves with you, the way he’s gentle and soft for you, always slacking around until he gets to work when you ask him to from dutch’s part, that’s where he realizes, he really didn’t made any efforts to try and keep his feelings away from you. he is embarrassed.

lord knows how red his face was when you admitted that he may be one of the most tender man you’ve ever came across from the millions of other ones you had to seduce for survival, to think he was one in a million, in a way, you made him feel special.

he could only hide his lips with the back of his hand as he reluctantly tried to look at you, in which he desperately can’t. and while you await his answer, his heart keeps beating faster and faster, he worries you may even hear the sound of his heartbeat from where you are.

eventually, after a long moment of awkward, peaceful silence, with the sounds of birds and winds clearing the void of noises your head, john eventually grumbled a little “yeah, i guess i like you too.”

he can’t believe that he managed to get into a relationship with someone as charismatic as you, knowing he absolutely has zero charms. but this reality doesn’t apply to you, it seems. with the way you shower him in compliments and constantly pampering him with kisses ever since your confession, it makes it hard to believe that he wouldn’t be a man of interest.

in return, he’d quietly shove all of his love and affection by pulling you into a simple hug or enticing you to join their partying when the gang suddenly pops out the alcohol and plays music for some event. he’s a fun man when he tries to be, otherwise, it’s really just long, and silent moments of adoration as he hugs and cuddles you from behind.

before he even got together with you, he was already a little frustrated with the men you had to engage with for the sake of the mission, but now that you’re his, his frustration is even worse.

“you better try and come up with som’ other plans, regarding [y/n] dutch.”

✦ ﹒ dutch van der linde

“of course, i’ll love you forever.”

he’ll tease you about your feelings, dutch already grew a reputation amongst women for his ability to entertain with just talks and conversations. he even swayed men to like him for being friendly. after all, why do you think he knows and have contacts with so many people?

admittedly, dutch secretly loved it when you confessed to him. there’s something about you initiating it that sparks a bigger interest in you. you were a pretty thing to look at, a painting in exposition for a museum. of course he had his eyes on you for a long while ever since you joined.

he only puts you in those (insufferable) tasks to see you in action, and boy, was he impressed with the way you’d easily wrap those creeps, men and women alike, around your finger so quickly. not only were you useful for the gang, but you proved you’re more worthy than those petty missions.

he’ll never admit how he would also punish himself watching you whisper those sweet-nothings into their ear, only hosea knew the kind of face he would make when you did your job.

surprisingly committed and devoted into this relationship, you honestly expected something lacking. i mean, the way he treated molly should’ve trigger those red flags, but there’s something about him that you couldn’t quite touch on, that was so annoyingly attractive. and that devotion never faded away, you always kept him entertain in some wicked way, god knows what kind of poison you have for him to be so hooked on you.

he’d always slide his hand around your waist, tracing the edge of your body with his fingers as he looked down on you. and the way you gracefully accepted his touch only made him want to crave for more, he wants more of your subtle validation every time he shares an intimate moment with you. you’re his elixir, and he will never stop getting sick if it means consuming you more and more.

don’t expect this relationship to end. he will never let go of you. ever.

good luck trying to contribute to the gang and do your job, because dutch will never stop fucking up your work for the simple fact that he should be the only one who gets to experience your seduction.

“i should seriously come up with different plans now that you’re mine.”

✦ ﹒ hosea matthews

it took hosea some convincing to let him know that you were serious about your feelings, he always took everything under a sarcastic joke, until he realizes you actually mean it, his smile drops as he’s processing the information.

hosea is aware he’s not as devilishly handsome as dutch, he thinks of himself as a boring old man who likes novels and wisdom. to think you, a young and seductive temptress, in love with him? he doesn’t know how to eat that in a whole.

that is probably the first time you ever seen him that nervous, but the way he plays it out as a joke was still endearing, but annoying, at the same time.

“who forced you? i swear, i won’t be mad if ya’ just told me, y’know?”

when he finally accepts the fact that you’re really interested, hosea couldn’t help but smile again. he’s a jokester, seriously, what do you see in that guy? he makes you laugh. (nudge nudge, wink wink) and the sheer fact that he made you bend over (not in that way)mon your tummy as you try to suppress your laughter into quiet snorts so many times was just charming, in your opinion. and impressive as well. no men made you laugh like that before.

you couldn’t care less if he was too old or too modest, he was the perfect amount of gentleman. he’s been loyal to you like some kind of butler, and it was just so lovely to see him act like such a domestic husband when you ask nothing from him, and it was even more funny to see him quietly appreciating your flirtatious remarks before you got together.

now that you are in a relationship, your teasing has gotten even worse, and hosea desperately tries to keep up with you but you always left him in long flustered silences before he cracks another joke to try and change the topic. but he doesn’t leave you do all the talk, when you need comforting words after a mission, he’s here. and he’s the perfect man for encouragement and motivation.

he understands that it must be hard to always be a man’s attention, and he couldn’t be any more proud of you for trying to play your part for the sake of the gang. he doesn’t care about the comments you have to use towards these men for information, he knows whatever you do or say, he’s the only one you love, and you’re the only one he loves.

“you’re just.. perfect.”

✦ ﹒ javier escuella

you’ve never seen him so. happily. flustered.

he doesn’t want to show this side to you, he’s a scary outlaw who knows how to handle a knife, guns and such. but you made his heart flutter, how is he supposed to react to your feelings in a way that wouldn’t miserably damage his image as a brave yet intimidating gunman?

being generally polite and soft-spoken, you couldn’t hear him literally grumbling in spanish under his breath, not like you could understand him anyways, he was talking too fast in your opinion.

“ay.. dios mío. i don’t know how to say it. but, i really..”

he can’t afford to look you in the eyes, you’re so beautiful and precious. you’re no saint and that, he shamefully loves it, so much. no amount of words can describe how he loves seeing you talking your way out of conflict with those honey words. and because of that, you’ll only ever hear his confession in spanish before he pulls you in an embrace, which told you that he’ll happily stay by your side if that’s what you want.

it frustrates you that he’ll only talk about his feelings in his native language, that’s his mother tongue, and as much as you love to hear his love words in spanish, you also want to know what that means. you want to hear those words clear and loud, and javier can’t help but chuckle at your desperation. it was adorable. he didn’t know you had that side for him; being cute. usually, he would only see you tempting men and women, or constantly hearing your teases.

seeing you pout just made him want to speak spanish more often, he savors everything you offer him. and there couldn’t be anything more delicious than your new expressions, he especially loves it when you blush for him, because it came to a point where hearing his mexican rants was.. weirdly attractive.

“te quiero mucho, querida.”

✦ ﹒ micah bell

WHAT? you had all the men in the world and out of everything, you chose him? him???

he doesn’t understand you, he really doesn’t. he’s been here, shaming all of your good graces and degrading you into oblivion since your sole purpose here is “to pretend to be a sexworker” and you like him?

fine. he may have been under your spell as well, i mean, you’re attractive. he knows that you are, why else would dutch set you up in dirty work like that? — but he have way too much pride, and if you think he’ll apologize for his behavior or told you about how he felt about you, safe to say: don’t get your hopes up.

not only is he straight up puzzled, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes he’s been craving for you this whole time, he was just in denial. he had too much confidence and pride to admit that he’d ever fall in love with someone like you, i mean, he’s been acting like this for so many years, what makes you different from the others? why was your attention so important to him? you’re nothing but some whore, right? or so he thought.

“fine.. but don’t get yer’ hopes up, pretty girl. just cuz’ i’m blessin’ you with my last name don’t mean anythin’. got that, sweetheart?’

he’s lying. you know he is. blessing you with his last name? is he expecting you to stay until marriage?

not that you mind, since you’re crazy enough to develop feelings for him. and he’s crazy enough to make you want this marriage.

ever since that day, micah has been noticeably more attentive towards you, both by hearing out your adventures and by touch. you wouldn’t notice him scooting closer and closer whenever you talked, you wouldn’t notice the way his head cocked to the side as his hand slid up your waist, tracing the frame of your body before reaching your shoulder and firmly grabbing it, pulling you closer to him. you only noticed when you felt his breath tickling your chin.

oh, he enjoys having an effect on you. all those months, he’d seen you play your way with people in sexual nonsense. he never liked how you got all the attention, or that you were focus on anyone else but him for that matter, but now he’s got you just where he wants you to be, right beneath him.

he loves to see you get quiet when he’s close.

“well? don’tcha keep me waitin’ pretty girl, better talk or waste my time.”

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

x g l a s g o w g r i n n e r

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x f!OC / 2.1k words

Soap’s always been a little too comfortable playing at violence, always gone-bright when he can turn the threat of it into a promise. Joke’s on the world at large: Special Agent Bordelon’s into that shit.

Or: Soap pulls a knife on a stranger for being a creep, because he’s from the brutal street stabbing capitol of the UK and that’s just how you say “Hi, hey, hello—back the fuck off.” And a million kisses to @lunarvicar for encouraging my bullshit! LOVE YOU NAT 🫶

It is never hard to run with Soap and keep his breakneck pace—the only thing that had been difficult was adjusting to the fact that someone else could finally keep up with hers. It’s a stomach-thrilling shock to look from the corner of her eye, and find the blur of his burly shape there, winking and clicking his tongue without breaking a sweat.

Bordelon is soft for the Scot sook, god forsake the shit out of her.

He’s landed in D.C. on medical leave, a broken collarbone leaving his arm in a sling, and the first thing he’d done—after kissing his way up her neck to the spot behind her ear that made her skin sing and her palms sweat—was sling his good arm around her neck, pulling her in close, and nibbling her earlobe. “Christ, s’it always pishin’ it doon here, too?”

“Naw,” she laughed back, reaching to tangle their fingers together on her chest, his backpack slung over her shoulder, “just October, couillon.”

“Ohh, talk that dirty, fake French to me, mah cherry,” he mock-growled, which just earnt himself a pap! of the palm to his cheek. All play, no sting, and he beamed.

That night burns down to the coals—traipsing back to her apartment, showing off the ugly bruise that bleeds does from his neck to his bottom-rung rib, kissing and touching and figuring out a way to fuck that doesn’t hurt him too-too much.

(The man likes a little ache in it, here and there. Calls dichotomy in that blessed, rock-fall accent. Ratios of sweet to sour, black to white, sun and night. As if he had any more concept of balance and moderation than she.)

He lies across the bed in that silly-ass sling, watching her bitch her smart TV a blue-streak while wearing one of his threadbare navy t-shirts and nothing else. Rubs the spot at the bottom of his sternum, listening to rain slap heavy sheets against the old windows, and says, “Perdita.”

“Don’t you full name me,” she warns, shaking her head, because it is an ill-fitted address. For him, she is Hen, or Perdie, in much the same way he is her Johnny, Jean, or John-boy. A thing you love is all in how you name it, and their names are softened and held close; in the way of lovers who began as friends, once they were strangers no more.

“We’re getting married ‘fore I ship back tae Glasgow,” is how he finishes his thought, and Bordelon turns on her hips, back and forth, vaguely pointing the remote at the screen. He gives her a challenging tooth-sharp smirk. “Thought I should warn you.”

“Mhm. Yeah.” She wonders if she should count this a proposal, or call his bluff, and then she thinks—might as well nail both options to the fuckin’ wall while she’s got the knife. “We go our way onto the courthouse tomorrow. Keep it simple, ça c’est bon?”

International marriage is never that simple, though, and they’re both the wiser to it. But the sentiment is pretty, and it sparks amongst the hard-bought bonfire that lives in the depths of her chest, flames rising and licking to glorify his name. So, they call it an engagement, and Soap pulls a turn-around she doesn’t expect, turning his phone off to pull a shade of night over only the two of their heads.

He’s no family to call, apart from his 141, and even then, there’s a hesitance to his hands. Her man—her bombastic, beautiful bastard—could not stand to be a burden, no. A nightmare that is for him, himself. Even if he were to reach out with the utterly, desolately rare delivery of good news (a phenomenon grown so rare that Neptune would sooner complete circuits around the sun these days), it would make his skin crawl.

Were he to have his way, his burdens would never leave the span of his shoulders to weigh down another’s back, even something as small as what might be an inconveniently timed but otherwise benign or even welcome call.

Come the gray and misting morning, he’s handsy and all-paws, even short a limb, groping for Bordelon as the woman rolls upright on the edge of the bed, pushing her sleep-tangled hair away from her face before it irritates her to death. His hand is warm, callused, and heavy with insistence as it settles into the dip of her violin hip, trying to pull her back into the warm expanse of his hard-packed body.

“Perdie, Hen,” he grunts, tone shading toward playful complaint, “the fuck’re y’doin’ awake?”

“Startin’ off,” she croaks, shaking her head, pushing at his fingers as they crawl closer to her cunt. “Stop that—arrête ça! You’re mangy this morning, T’Jean,” she laughs, pushing more firmly at his grip. “No, get up. Got a friend, knows her way ‘round immigration policy, and she always got an envie for brunch.”

“Brunch?” he questions, flat as buried flounder, falling back into her mountains of mismatched pillows with a dreadful look on that handsome face of his. “Darlin’, am no getting my fat ass outta bed, even for brunch. Feel kinda fruity even sayin’ it.”

“Even for to get us married?” she darts back, turning to look at him, drawing her fingers in circles through the hair on his lower stomach, cooing ridiculously in her rasp-rough drawl, “Even for me.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, throwing baby-dog eyes her way. “I mean, was hopin’ you’d take it serious—cannae tell wi’ your ass—but.” He swallows, one of those corny, I’m-about-to-fuck smiles threatening the corner of his mouth, the one that makes him all coy and keen, looking down at her pale, spidery fingers drifting closer and closer through his thick, dark body hair to his fattening cock. “Wouldn’t you rather stay in bed? Cold morning like this, I could keep you warm.”

She just barely brushes her fingers over his cock before she’s snap-sliding out of bed, copperhead quick, tossing over her shoulder, “Nope! Already sent an email, she knows we on the schedule,” on her way to the shower.

Soap drops back against the bed, rubbing his stubbled face, grunting, “Bordelon, you arsehole.”

But he can’t withstand the siren call of watching her in the shower, so, ever-faithful and ever-horned up, he follows after.

D.C. is about as filthied up with the sorrows of addiction and homelessness as any other place, Bordelon supposes. Can’t tell if it’s better or worse than any of the time she spent down New Orleans or Baton Rouge way. Colder, mostly. But it’s not all the time you need to know about the homeless or the drug addicts—keepin’ eyes on them, keepin’ them in your ears, at least at the sides.

Sometimes, it’s the fella in the khakis, with a puffer jacket and prescription glasses, his behaviors making his Rolex look cheap shit.

Bordelon and Soap slide last into the car before the doors pull shut, close to standing-room early in Crystal City as lunch hour approaches. All the suits are out their offices, scrounging for edibles, droning loud and monotone on their cells. Whole car is damp and humid from the downpour, human body heat causing an intense mugginess that crawls under the clothes to irritate the skin. It’s damn near enough to make Bordelon’s head spin, neck uncomfortable with sweat the way it was all them years down deep, deep in the south.

“No, sit doon,” Soap says, flapping the good arm great and wide, trying to get her to pop a squat on the only empty seat left, shaking his head. “Dinnae try bossin’ me, talkin’ wi’ that spooky-arse agency voice. Want away from you a minute.”

He dresses up chivalry as dismissal, and she can’t help but grin, even as she dawdles on sitting.

“What? You don’t like how Tiffany sounds? I swear, she’s perfectly nice. And outstanding in her field. She’s an accomplished agent, and her superiors are recommending her for a promotion,” she says, in that self-same agency voice of which he’d complained—rich and clear, dialect: nonregional, speech pattern: nondescript.

“Oof, fuckin’ hate that, stop,” he snorts, faking a shiver, but he does complain, “Hey, what? Where you goin’?” when she actually does move to sit down, tugging her up by the collar of her shirt just a bit to pop a grinning kiss against her mouth.

She doesn’t realize, at least not right away, that the tug at her collar disrupted her shirt. Just enough to make a few buttons slip, exposing more of her right tit under her open coat. Wore a thin top today, loose, but figured the dark fabric would hide any transparency. Hated tight clothes, hated bras, and never wore one; just figured her rack had spent thirty-three years being nothing to comment on.

Well. More than half a tit exposed was enough to catch the attention of the man who cheapens his Rolex by being the one to wear it.

Soap likes strange things because he, himself, is a strange thing, and Bordelon had thought to take him the two hours north to Philly to hit the Mütter Museum to see their medical abnormalities, because once their brunch is out, they’ll have an entire day to themselves. She’s busy showing him pictures, enticing him, when the woman next to her taps her thigh.

Like an alarm hollerin’ in her head, she starts running two tracks instant-like, leaning without looking as she whispers, “Yeah, chere?”

The woman is older, in maroon scrubs—some kinda tech, smell of jelly on her says maybe ultrasound—and nonslip clogs. Can’t quite see her name badge, but that seems on purpose, covered up by her fleece.

“That man over there—he’s takin’ pictures of you,” she whispers back, straightening her jacket needlessly as a hint, “just wanted you to know. Maybe tell your man?”

“Oh, no,” Bordelon hums, smoothly pulling her shirt back into place, “I tell him, he gonna light that stupid bastard up like a candle.”

“Who’s lightin’ me up like a candle?” Soap stage-whispers, all play, and Bordelon knows exactly how the next ten seconds are gonna go, and it plays out picture perfect to her premonition. Bordelon tells him don’t worry, I got it, the Good Samaritan in maroon scrubs informs him of the creep, and the smile on Soap’s face turns into a flesh-ripper grin as all the fun burns outta his gaze like a gas fire in a hyperbaric chamber.

“Oh?”

“MacTavish,” she warns him, “wait til the stop.”

“Naw, naw, naw. I’ll play nice, Hen.” That means, sure as shit, he won’t.

The switch knife he takes out his back pocket is deadly smooth, and so is his broad step to the stranger and his budget, Amazon-bought phone case, pushing straight into his man-spread legs.

The fact there isn’t an immediate uproar, but the man’s face is blanched and staring up at him with a shitload of oh fuck on his face speaks to Soap’s own scary-ass career, and Bordelon can barely see the tip of the knife pressing into the spot just below the stranger’s ribs.

“Hey, pal, mornin’,” Soap says, bright and easy as anything, voice not droppin’ even a note, head tilted real friendly. “Do me a favor, eh? Just drop your phone next t’my boot, yeah? We’ll just get this little creeper session done and dusted.”

Can’t even hear the clunk when it slides out of the man’s limp hand, and it’s even quieter when the heel of Soap’s boot shifts over to destroy the screen, grinding it to dust.

“Good man,” he says, pulling the knife back to close it and slide it into his sling. “Next stop, you’re off. But you’re gonna leave your phone on the floor. Hope you dinnae eat shet on the way home to your ol’ lady.”

Bordelon resists the urge to slap a hand over her face, but when Soap kicks the phone back to her, she catches it under the toe of her boot, catching the expression of the tech to her side, unsurprised but impressed. Must have herself a man like Soap, waiting for her to make it home.

“Sorry ‘bout the screen, Perdie. Think you can get in there and delete his shet still?” Soap asks, tone a bottom lip pout, and Bordelon nods, tucking her fingers into the back of his belt before snaking them up under his shirt, swirling her fingertips into his back dimples.

“Hah. You know it, Johnny,” she hums, looking up at him from under her lashes. It’s a tenderness, sweet and true, taking up space between her lungs. Mad bastard. Crazy motherfucker. Loony bitch. When he looks back at her, he curls his fingers under her jaw, looking relieved. Poor thing knows hit dog hollers, and he long ago stopped yelping when he was struck. He’s looking to be told he didn’t do something bad. But she finds his pace, she always does. Of course, she did.

But that goes beggin’ the question: what’s a hellhole-heart like her supposed to do with a love like this?

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[sgiandubh]

"He's actually paying those PR people? Whatever for? A drunk wombat would be better at the task." I LOL'd because my god have we been asking this very question of both Sam and Cait for years. They're PR is actually the worst. It's honestly hard to believe at times. Absolutely zero idea who either of them are trying to reach. The recalibrating after that VF disaster sent Cait into hiding, I'm not sure she's done another print interview since Belfast promo ended and if the Sam articles are going to continue on this way, he can quit too. Boring.

Dear Quit Anon,

I am flattered I managed to bring a smile or even a LOL, but I am not particularly glad about it. Unlike droves of people who think this PR shitshow is sad, I actually find it mystifying.

You are right. Goddess C went into occultation after that cursed VF interview. There are clear reasons, I think, for that. Also, please take into account the fact that, despite the illusions peddled by some fuckwits in this fandom, there are many things we simply do not know (nor should we, most probably).

As for S, I guess that ever since she went totally MIA (as I said, make-up and fash-un promo don't really compensate), he is overexposing himself. On purpose. Perhaps to protect her (I think so). Certainly to hide something. Since this is no way in hell about being gay (I will die on that hill and I know I am right), the only thing he could hide is well... I don't really need to draw it, do I?

Smoke and mirrors is always a risky strategy. S simply hasn't got what it takes to play that game long term, probably for the same reasons he was never a serious shortlist candidate for Bond. At this point in time, he'd mechanically go with whatever merde du jour is thrown by his imbecile PR on the table. Still, it's high time he'd seriously pull himself together. He can do better, as I wrote in a comment: he can do NYT and he did it very well, recently. And I was glad to see that. But Metro is just disappointing, clueless and tasteless. And it's padding up a press portfolio with amiable, meaningless bullshit that goes nowhere. Or at least nowhere near he wants to be or see himself in, let's say, five years from now.

OL is going to end. It has to. It's been both a blessing and a curse, I said that before. Then, it will be high time to end the fucking Truman Show. He (abstractly) knows that, he keeps hinting about it. “I’m ready for new challenges, but also nervous about what it’s like in the real world” - for some reason, I found this phrase very telling. But I doubt he internalized what probably still feels like a safely remote occurrence, right now.

What are his real projects? For the moment, zero. Directing? I'd love to see it, but he's got no real credentials for that. Bond? I mean, publicly gushing and insisting is not going to manifest it. He needs a real movie, a good one to break that glass ceiling. Is he going to get it? I hope so. But his personal brand awareness is still low. The PR clowns should stop talking to us, in here: we are already here and not going anywhere. All of us: antis, mommies, shippers, fencers, haters, trolls. They should talk to the people who have no clue who S is, and do it differently. He should step out of his comfort zone, ditch the leeches and refuse to discuss his personal life, for a while. There, I said it.

What are her real projects? For the moment, not much. Sure, we have The Cut, where I gather her part is minimalistic, to be kind. We also have The Amateur, of which very little is known at the moment. However, if I am correct, she is not one of the leads. Enough said. And beyond that? Crickets.

Make no mistake. The real litmus test is not now. The real litmus test is 2025. And then we'll see. And I'll still be here, taking weeping Anons because I don't know who said I don't know what I don't know where. Mark me.

[bladeweave]

Golden Generosity

Shadowheart & Wyll, 2k words

“I suppose it was too fanciful a notion to hope these would go away after it all ended,” Wyll sighs, looking up at his horns.

Shadowheart can’t say she agrees. With everything that has happened to all of them, it wouldn’t be so outside the realm of believability to think one last miracle was possible.

“Is there truly no way to be rid of them?” she asks.

“That’s what the contract said: they can’t be removed by any means short of divine intervention,” Wyll recites rotely, “But it’s not as if I’ve ingratiated myself with any gods, have I?

The phrase makes something inside of her come to attention.

Being granted Selûne’s favor had been exhilarating and frightening in equal measure. With so many years spent fruitlessly laboring away for approval she would never get from Shar, receiving such a gift from the Moonmaiden after not even a month in her service feels undeserving somehow. Shadowheart sometimes feels like she’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for someone to come out and say she’s not worthy of such a blessing.

“It’s too bad we didn’t let Gale take the crown, then. He might have done you a favor,” she murmurs in reply, her mind elsewhere.

She had intended to save her opportunity to plead for Selûne’s help to use against the Netherbrain, hopefully turning the tide if things went poorly. Of course, it happened that she hadn’t even been asked to join the party for the final fight. She and Wyll had stood outside the High Hall, heads craned back to watch the effects of the skirmish happening so high above. They flinched at each crash of light and flash of noise with the worry that it spelled their friends’ defeat.

But everyone had come out the other side no worse for the wear, and then the question of what to do next came up.

“He’s a better friend to us mortal than in Elysium, Shadowheart,” he scolds her gently. Not willing to betray that infallible moral compass even for a joke, which is so very Wyll.

It’s not an idea she would even consider if she were still in the service of Shar; The Dark Lady would never be so kind.

But Selûne? She was once the patron of beauty, and Wyll is certainly a handsome man. He considers his additional features a flaw, which few others do, but if removing them made him feel more beautiful…

Selûne had also overseen purity and joy. Shadowheart has never met anyone remotely close to as pure of heart as the former warlock, and he’d certainly be overjoyed to have those infernal reminders gone.

“Wyll, can I try something?” she asks. He nods immediately, so trusting.

Shadowheart moves to kneel on his bed beside him, holding her hands over the front of his horns. She concentrates on how he used to look, on the idea of those horns disappearing and the ridges smoothing.

There’s a little cosmic twitch. Some minute recognition of her intentions that feels somehow attentive yet distant.

Wyll waits patiently until she pulls her hands away and sets them in her lap.

“Is something on your mind, Shadowheart?” he asks.

“Would you truly want to be rid of them completely? Horns, ridges, bumps, prongs and all?”

He makes an ugly face at her wording but replies, “Yes, of course! I’d get them gone in a heartbeat if I knew how.”

She takes a deep breath. “I think I could do it. Or at least, I’d like to try.” She lets a touch of magic out to emphasize her meaning, the glow of silver light emanating from her fingertips.

“You’ve healed me plenty of times before,” Wyll says, looking at her hand, “And it never fixed any of this.”

“This is something different. I’m going to pray for her intervention.” She doesn't need to lean hard on the ‘her’ to make it clear who she means.

“Why would Selûne do that for me?” he asks, all wide-eyed and wondering, “I’ve never done anything close to worshipping her in a way that would warrant her succor.”

“She would do it for me. I was granted a boon, the promise that she would intercede when I needed it most. But the time for that has come and gone, and I find that I’m unsure of what to do with it now.”

Wyll pushes away from her like he’s afraid she’ll do it at once, pressing his back against the headboard.

“You shouldn’t waste an opportunity like that on me! There’s so many more deserving people out there in much worse positions than I am,” he rushes out.

“I don’t really believe that, Wyll,” Shadowheart says plainly.

“You could…” he shakes his head like he’s trying to chase something away, “You could bring your memories back.”

Shadowheart sighs. “They’re not happy ones. It may be cowardly on my part, but I don’t want to remember the person I was then. Who I am now is who I’m proud to be.”

The fond, awed look on his face is exactly what she was trying to provoke.

“That’s not cowardice, Shadowheart. There’s so much strength in making that choice, in knowing how to forge a new path and find the new you,” Wyll says in that horribly earnest way of his.

She tips her head to the side. “So if I don’t want to use it for that, what could I? Travelling across the world in an instant instead of by foot? Smiting enemies that I no longer have? It’d be a waste of her gift, I think.”

She leans closer, not letting Wyll escape her gaze.

“But giving you back your humanity is something that only she could provide. If she grants me this– if she grants you this, it would be the best possible use of her power that I can imagine.”

“If you’re sure,” Wyll murmurs, “If you’re absolutely sure that you don’t want to keep it for yourself.”

“In all honesty, I was thinking of going to the temple tomorrow and asking her to… take it back. Such an offering feels like too much to be carrying around in my back pocket.” The only thing that had stopped her doing so today was the fear that doing so would make her seem ungrateful; she’s anything but. Taking a lighter tone, she adds, “So if you take me up on my proposal, you’ll save me the trip.”

“Okay,” Wyll accedes, “You can try. But there is a chance it won’t work, correct?”

“There’s a chance that something else will happen, but I don’t know what,” Shadowheart admits. Selûne’s magic is not like Shar’s. It’s not less complicated – in some ways is more straightforward, more even-keeled – but it’s a complex power nonetheless. She’s still getting used to it.

“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are,” Wyll blows out in a shaky breath that doesn’t hide the tentative excitement in his voice.

She raises her hands again and calls upon her goddess, concentrating on that little node of magic that’s been living under her heart.

Selûne’s presence meets hers in a surging tidal wave of influence. She is so acutely responsive in a way Shar never was that it nearly brings tears to Shadowheart’s eyes, but she dismisses that rush of emotion quickly. She’s on a mission.

Shadowheart focuses all her concentration on the image of Wyll as he was when they’d met, on supplicating her Lady’s kindness in returning him to his former glory.

There’s a wavering moment of consideration, of her goddess studying Wyll with cool regard. Then, there’s a rush of power like nothing else she’s ever felt before. Selûne’s grace pouring through her feels like all the force of a raging river with none of the harshness, like a straight shot of pure divinity suffusing her entire being.

Shadowheart steers her mind back to the thought of Wyll as he originally was, of his authentic self not marred by devilish magic. Selûne responds, threading so much arcane energy through Shadowheart’s veins that she’s humming with it. Her hands move as if of their own accord to skim the surface of Wyll’s horns. He makes a sound, says something that she must ignore to keep her control.

She thinks on his entire body being restored. She lets her goddess’s magic stream through her, using her as a conduit. She remembers his easy confidence and how much it hurt to see him lose it. She wishes for him to be whole and himself again. A final surge of Selûne’s grace pushes a gasp from her mouth before the connection drips down to nothing, like closing off a faucet. Despite the slow recession of it, she still feels breathless for the loss.

“Oh my Gods,” Wyll gasps.

Shadowheart doesn’t remember closing her eyes, but when she opens them she sees exactly what she’d been hoping for.

Wyll’s hands are roaming his face, feeling over his unmarred cheeks and smooth forehead as if in shock.

“It worked,” she says. He looks at her and tears well up in his eyes, the good one now pleasantly white and brown.

“Oh my Gods,” he says again as he pulls her into a tight embrace. It must be such a relief to him, not having to worry about racking her with his horns as he does so. He trembles under her hands, as if the elation he's feeling is more than he can handle.

“Everything’s alright? It all went right?” she asks hazily, still coming down off the buzz of so much magic.

He squeezes her shoulders as he chokes out a warbling, “I’ve never been better, Shadowheart. Oh, how am I ever going to repay you for this?”

“You don’t have to, Wyll. Invite me ‘round for tea every so often and we’ll call it even.”

“Consider it done.” He releases her from his grip to wipe hastily at his face. More tears stream down his cheeks to replace them. Shadowheart shifts back to lean on the footboard to give him some space to breathe.

“What’s going on over here? We heard a commotion,” Gale calls out as he and the rest turn the corner by Shadowheart’s bed. Upon seeing Wyll, he exclaims, “You look like… yourself again!”

“I am,” is all Wyll can say before another sob catches in his throat.

Gale goes to his side to hug him around the neck, leaning down to rest his head against Wyll’s.

“Hey, I remember that face!” Karlach says as she jogs over to join them. Wyll laughs at both her rejoinder and how she puts an arm around both men and shakes them.

“Was this your doing, Shadowheart?” Lae’zel asks.

“I asked Our Lady of Silver for her generosity in removing the marks of Wyll’s contract. It seems she was feeling generous,” Shadowheart says, intentionally too light. Her friends don’t all need to know she’s still reeling from the experience.

“Who knew our Shadowheart was so generous?” Astarion teases as he leans against the wall.

“Perhaps some of Wyll’s soft-heartedness has rubbed off on her,” Lae’zel says. Shadowheart pretends to swat at the gith even as she’s too far away to reach.

“I’m plenty tough enough for anything you want to throw at me. But I think we’ve all earned a little kindness after everything.”

“Yes, we definitely have,” Astarion agrees with an odd look on his face. When Karlach and Gale step away, he crouches by the bed, putting one arm around Wyll’s shoulders and briefly touching their cheeks together.

"Lae’zel, do you want to be the odd man out?” Shadowheart asks archly.

“You don’t have to hug me if you don’t want to,” Wyll says, as accommodating as ever.

Lae’zel rolls her eyes. She steps over Astarion, ignoring the vampire’s indignant outburst, and presses her forehead to Wyll’s.

Their eyes are closed as they breathe each other in.

"A celebration is in order," Lae'zel announces when she stands straight again.

"I can certainly get on board with that!" Wyll says. Everyone else agrees.

Shadowheart feels her spirit finally settle, leaving her oddly aware of her own body.

The experience was strange, she thinks, as she listens to the chatter of her friends planning what sounds like a raucous party, but entirely worth it. For her, for Wyll, for all of them.

[deltadream]

If Akivili has kids, do the other Aeons?

IM ALIVEEEEEE!!! Fontaine has gripped me by the arm and is refusing to let go

Anyway this is just something that has been rotting in my head for a while. Even though is technically takes place in the Akivili Never Dies AU, (first thought of by @ryn-halo26​, extended by the both of us), I’d imagine it could take place in canon as well.

Enjoy!

BTW, if you’re confused about the title, Akivili’s kids are the Express crew

The Main Seven

Nanook

The closest I can see for this guy is maybe their emanators, or even pathstriders. But frankly, they’re so dead set on the destruction of the universe that anything remotely positive they cannot comprehend. Perhaps the briefest thought of elation at a victory by their Antimatter Legion, but that’s it. If Nanook was capable of more emotion, they would have a soft spot for their emanators, who had followed them for a very long time. These Lord Ravagers would be subject to the softer side of their Aeon, who praised them with their victory, and mourned should the Lord Ravager pass, then rage at the ones who ended their life. Because to gain The Destruction’s favour means to be wrapped in their embrace till the very end, and should you be ripped away the ones who tore you away will feel the wrath of an angered god, or a grieving parent

Qlipoth

They don’t have the time for ‘kids’, since they’re so busy building their wall. Supposedly, Qlipoth isn’t aware of the biggest faction that follows them, which is the IPC. They also pay no mind to who exactly they glance at, as such Qlipoth is known for their indifference. The ongoings of the living worlds are not important nor relevant to them, only The Wall. But should Qlipoth be more inclined to care, more inclined to watch the galaxy go by, then the love they give is a distant one, yet warm and encompassing. Think of a grandfather who watches distantly yet fondly over their children. And when they encounter a child who's ideals align with their own? The child rewarded and gifted with their blessing, as The Preservation lends others their power to protect just as they do to the universe

Xipe

Everyone. That’s it really. They have their levels of favourites, such as their emanators and their Family to their Pathstriders and the rest of the universe. Although, to Xipe they consider the many beings of the family to be their brothers, sisters and siblings, rather than their children. As such, should one of their ‘siblings’ be in danger, they will trust that their sibling can handle themselves. Rarely they will interfere, but The Harmony will, since all they wish is for unity and peace

IX

No one. If Qlipoth doesn’t have many kids because they’re so busy, IX doesn’t have any because they don’t care. To them it is far too much effort, more then they would want to put in, and why bother? After all, they are mortals, and they will die. Why put such enormous effort into beings so ephemeral? It’s pointless. Even if they had more capability, the most they would do is interact with the other Aeons, nothing more and everything less. The Nhility cares for nothing except the end of the universe, and so they will await it with all their being

Nous

Even in canon one could say Nous already has kids, or perhaps they would be students consider in that an astral computer wouldn't have much room for emotion in their software. Their Society, full of those who were capable of understanding the wider universe and all its answers, who opened the doors Nous unlocked millennia ago, learnt under them, taught by them. Even if emotion was a factor in their system, they would not overstep the line of a teacher to a parent. Nous does not answer those who seek validation, or those who demand answers however in the eyes of The Erudition, the ones who listen and ask questions but ultimately make their own way in the Universe, are the ones their call their own

Yaoshi

Everyone. Their are like Xipe, opening their arms wide for all thsoe who yearn their gift of life and dare nit shy away from their embrace. But whereas Xipe saw all as siblings, all of the Universe is their child, young and earnest in their lives. Perhaps the only one they have no love for is their mortal enemy Lan, yet does love not translate to hate in the expanse of the Stellar Sea. There is only so long before enemies fall into each other arms after all. But regardless of universe, regardless of origin, should one wish for the freedom from their mortal body, for the gift of eternity, The Abundance has much to give and more

Lan

The Xianzhou Alliance. It was their home once upon a time, and those who came after will be watched over by Lan, who hades from afar. Sometimes, a mortal would be exceptional, and their would gift them a spirit, and friend for them to fight alongside. Perhaps they even come down to walk alongside the unsuspecting mortals, within the streets they too once roamed. Of course their all depends if they have the time, for no one would catch Yaoshi but themselves. But Lan would watch, and even speak to some rare few should they feel like it. Even if they had more time, more love to share, The Hunt would not truly interfere, as they trust the Xianzhou to guide it's own way into the future

[mustachrryluvr]

Reward

Word Count: 5.0k 

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, Daddy kink, slight degradation, praise 

a/n: this is my first one shot so.. plz let me know what you think! (also i like never post on here so if this is all formatted weird… i’m sorry! i’m learning!)

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“Can I please have my reward now, then? I just want to please you. Make you feel good….You make me so happy, bunny,” she said as she sat back on her knees in front of him with the sweetest look of adoration adorning her soft facial features…

Or 

The one where Y/N is just absolutely horny for MSG Night 6 Harry…

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Harry had just finished the sixth night of his scheduled 15 night residency at Madison Square Garden in New York City. Y/N hadn’t tagged along to this show because, as much as she would prefer to be able to give her unwavering attention and time to him all the time, she had some work she needed to focus on finishing before the day ended. She had gotten behind on some things at work since she had been following Harry to all his shows, so she needed to take a day to force herself to get things done that she had been putting off. Being able to do her job remotely was a blessing and a curse.

Y/N loved being able to work while simultaneously being able to travel the world with Harry, but she definitely got caught up in all the fun and wouldn’t care much about her responsibilities. 

Harry had noticed that Y/N hadn’t been putting too much effort into getting her projects done for work, so he told her if she stayed home from the concert tonight to work (since there would be plenty more to attend), then he would reward her with a surprise after. NYC was one of Y/N’s favorite cities in the world. She had gotten to see a lot of places while traveling with Harry, but there had always been something about NYC that made her feel most herself.

The first time they ever visited the city together, Harry couldn’t get over the amount of happiness that radiated off of Y/N. He had never seen her more at peace, it was such a pure form of happiness, watching her walk around the city with a soft smile and big eyes. 

So, knowing she would be a good girl and spend her day finishing up her work, Harry had already planned out the reward he was going to surprise Y/N with. One of the first things they had done together in the city was visit the One World Observatory deck. Y/N had visited New York once before and that was her most favorite place she had visited, so she was absolutely appalled when she learned Harry had never been in it. 

“You’re kidding…right?”

“Why would I have a reason to lie to you about that?” Harry laughed. Simply gauging by the face Y/N was making, you would’ve thought Harry had just told her that he killed puppies in his spare time, not that he hadn’t been up on the One World Observatory deck. 

“Harry. I promise. You have NOT experienced New York until you see it from there.”

“I’ve been up in the Empire State Building, it can’t be that much different of an experience, Y/N.” 

“God, you have no idea! We are going. Today. No arguments about it,” she said with a stern look on her face, pointing at him (in all reality, she just looked like an angry kitten to Harry. Still adorable). 

She had been right. He hadn’t experienced New York in that light until they made it to the highest point of the tower and looked out onto the city below. The view was beautiful, but being able to experience it with Y/N made all the difference for him. 

The surprise he had planned for her was to go back to the observatory. They hadn’t gone back since that first trip, but he knew Y/N missed the feeling she got when she was above the city, and he missed the feeling he got when he saw her so happy. It was a special kind of happiness, and he dreamt of seeing her live that blissfully all the time. 

Since Harry just finished up with a show and it was getting late in the night, he planned to take Y/N for her surprise tomorrow morning. He didn’t have a show for the next few days, so he figured they could take some time retracing the first steps they had ever taken in New York together without any strict tour schedule to follow. 

However, when he returned to the hotel room, he quickly learned that Y/N expected her reward right then and there. 

“Y/N? Lovie?” 

As Harry made his way through the threshold of their hotel suite, he had expected to see Y/N curled up on the couch watching TV as she usually is at this time of night. Even if she was still working on her project, he still assumed she would be doing so in the living area as she had been when he left. 

With a confused look on his face, he made his way to their bedroom. Since she wasn’t in the living room, he thought, maybe she tired herself out and will be snuggled up in bed. The thought made him smile softly. The simple idea of coming home to her in a warm bed relaxed his whole being. He couldn’t wait to get in there and cuddle his girl to sleep. 

When he opened the door, he was confused again. This time his eyes shot up in surprise to find Y/N in the state she was… On the floor, naked, on her knees, hands in her lap, with a soft adoring look on her face. 

Softly, he sat his bag down on the floor, closed the door behind him, and walked over to where Y/N was, joining her on the floor in front of her. 

“What are you doing on the floor, bug?” Harry quietly asked, not wanting to startle her by being too loud. He brought his hand up and ever so gently touch her cheek which she immediately leaned into. 

“Just waiting for you, H,” she responded just as quietly as him, still looking up at him with what he could tell was all the love in her heart. Now that he was this close to her, he could tell her eyes looked a little far away. Y/N wasn’t fully in subspace, but she definitely wasn’t in her normal headspace.  

“Well,” he sighed, “I’m here now. Why don’t we get you off the floor now that I’m here? Then we can get all cozy in bed, how does that sound, love?” he said, still gently cradling her face, brushing his thumb along her cheek, trying to slowly bring her out of the floaty headspace she was in. 

Y/N wasn’t usually one to enter any form of subspace without being provoked by him, so he just wanted to make sure she was safe since she had gotten this way without him there. 

As he finished his sentence, Y/N’s face dropped into a pout. 

“No, bunny! I’ve been a good girl like you told me to be and got all my work done,” she said quickly, with a sense of urgency in her voice. “You said if I was good, I would get a reward, right?” She tightly and hurriedly grabbed onto the arm that he had brought up to her cheek, almost as if she was afraid he would break away from her and leave. 

She started to get up from her place on the floor in front of him, “I promise you I got everything done, I was such a good girl for you. Let me get my computer and I’ll sho-” 

“Lovie, lovie,” Harry said, cutting her off and grabbing her cheeks with both his hands to keep her still. “I trust you, I swear I do. I know you were a good girl.” 

“You do?” she asked with genuine concern. 

“Of course I do,” he said with a soft smile. “You’re always such a good girl for me, that's why I already had your reward all planned out before I even brought the idea up to you,” he said gently, hoping to calm her brain back down and keep it from going into panic mode. 

“Can I please have my reward now, then? I just want to please you,” she contently sighed. “Make you feel good….You make me so happy, bunny,” she said as she sat back on her knees in front of him with the sweetest look of adoration adorning her soft facial features, a great contrast to the worry she was showing on her face just mere moments ago. 

Harry wasn’t stupid. He could tell that the type of reward she had been expecting wasn’t as innocent as the one he actually had planned. He wasn’t going to take advantage of her being unaware of what the real reward was and give her the reward she thinks he was about to give her. So he chose to be honest with her, and allow her to make the decisions about how the rest of their night would play out. 

“Can I be honest with you, bug?” 

“Always,” she responded, with a curious look in her eye. 

He loved how no matter what headspace she was in, she always gave him her most undivided attention. 

“The reward I have planned for you is actually something that we have to do tomorrow. It’s a surprise, but I planned for us to go somewhere. It isn’t something we can do tonight, though,” he tried to keep his explanation as simple as possible in hopes of not giving too much away about what they could possibly be doing tomorrow. 

Her whole being deflated following his words. 

“So, I can’t make you feel good tonight? Since that wasn’t what you planned?” 

“That isn’t something I had planned, but if that’s something you still want to do tonight, then we can,” he stated, trying to make it clear to her that she was in complete control of the situation. He removed his hands from her cheeks and sat them in her lap with hers. Her hands immediately moving to play with his fingers. 

She looked down at their conjoined hands as she spoke, “I think I would like that.” 

He moved one hand in order to gently grasp her face and tilt it up so he could see her eyes. “You think, or you know? I need you to be sure, Y/N. Whatever you want to do, we will.” 

She firmly nodded her head and smiled, “I know that I would like that. I’ve missed you today.”

He smiled back at her, “I’ve missed you too.” He paused. “Would it be okay if I made you feel good tonight, too, love?” He wanted her full consent before they moved forward, considering she had only expressed how she wanted to make him feel good. 

Y/N was very much a giver when it came to their sex life. She worshiped every inch of his body with absolutely no shame, she loved every piece of him so completely. Sometimes there were days when she wouldn’t want to be touched, but she would beg and beg to be able to touch him in any way. As long as Harry was satisfied, so was she. So, Harry just wanted to see what exactly she was feeling today. 

“That would definitely be okay, bun,” she responded confidently, but with a contrasting shy smile appearing on her face after the words had slipped out. 

He leaned forward and nipped at her bottom lip which made her giggle, and in turn, made him laugh and smile even harder. 

“Well, why don’t I get you off this uncomfortable floor since we have a perfectly good bed to take advantage of, hmm?” he said, already moving to stand and hooking his arms under hers to pick her up with him. 

He stood with his arms wrapped around her, and then carefully placed her on the edge of their bed. He stayed standing in front of her, hands placed on the bed next to her thighs as he looked at her with an excited look in his eyes. She peered back into him with equal excitement and curiosity for what was to come. 

He chucked, dropped his head forward, and shook it before gazing back at her face. “What got you all worked up tonight, my love? All floaty without me even being here?” He was genuinely curious about what had brought this on for her, he couldn’t imagine it was just completely random. 

A blush rushed up through Y/N’s cheeks as she moved her stare from his intense eyes down to her less interesting hands that were laid in her lap. “I just…I saw some photos and videos of the show tonight…” She shyly glanced back up at him. With a small nod of encouragement to continue talking to him, Y/N continued, “Your outfit looked really pretty. Made you look extra extra pretty tonight.” She had focused her eyes on his t-shirt covered chest that was before her, thinking back to how it looked with only that denim vest to give his body any form of coverage. 

Harry stood up from his leaned position over her, letting his hand rest on his hips. “You thought I looked pretty tonight, love?” he asked, testing to see if she would remember to use her words. He was slowly but surely allowing himself to enter his dominant headspace. Y/N didn’t seem to be in any rush, so he wanted to take his time and work his way up to complete dominance so he wouldn’t make her feel small or inferior. After all, no matter how dominant he portrayed himself to be, Y/N knew that she was the one with complete control of any situation they found themselves in. 

To his surprise, she accompanied her excited nod and spoke up, “Always, H. You always are pretty…but that outfit tonight just enhanced you in a way I’d never seen before.” 

With a smirk on his face and his eyebrows slightly raised, he couldn’t help but feel proud of how his girl didn’t hesitate to use her words and told him what she was thinking. It had taken some time to get there, Y/N used to be very shy when it came to their intimate moments (and sometimes still is), but they had worked really hard to try and overcome that in order to have complete openness and to feel safe with one another. 

“Thank you for using your words to tell me that, angel. I’m proud of you,” he praised, wanting her to know that her speaking up didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Now, can you tell me what it was about the outfit that made me so pretty?” 

Y/A paused before answering, taking a look up and down Harry’s body. “Can I show you instead?” she asked, reaching her hounds out to lightly grasp the bottom of his t-shirt. 

Taking her hint, Harry removed his shirt and threw it on the floor next to him before responding, “You can do whatever you would like to do, love.” 

Since he was still standing tall in front of her as she sat on the bed, Y/N’s face was even with the butterfly tattoo that adorned his torso above his belly button. Leaning forward she placed a soft, gentle kiss on his skin, watching as the goosebumps scattered across his skin. Keeping her face near his body, she tilted her head slightly to look up at him. “That vest put all the attention right…here,” she said as she traced one of her fingers from his collar bone down to where she had placed a kiss right above his belly button. “It just all reminded me how much I adore you, just want to make you happy,” she said in a sultry tone looking back up into his eyes before she lowered her head to place a kiss below his belly button. 

Harry’s mouth parted at her words and her actions, slowing his breathing as his heart rate picked up. He brings a hand up to the back of Y/N’s head and keeps her close to the skin of his torso. 

“You always make me happy.” 

“Maybe so, but let me make you happier… let me make you feel good, Daddy,” she said with a slight smirk and a look in her eye, telling him that she was fully immersed in the situation and was ready to pick up the pace. 

Harry closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath before looking back at her, “And how would you like to do that, baby, hmm? Got anything specific ideas floating around in this head of yours?” he asked as he bent down to place a kiss on the top of her forehead and placed his hand cradled under her jaw. 

Instead of responding right away, Y/N reached her hands up to the waistband of Harry’s sweatpants in a silent plea to take them off. He nodded, “Go ahead, love, do whatever you would like to me.” 

With that, she swiftly removed Harry’s sweats and underwear and discarded them with his shirt. 

Harry grabbed his shaft and gave himself a few pumps to ensure he was rock solid. 

“Where would you like me, love? I know you’re dying for a taste,” he said, looking down at her. Her gaze was locked on his cock, it was taking everything in her to keep herself from pouncing on him. With a brief glance at his face, she asked, “Would you be okay lying on the bed? Keep us both comfy, spent too much time on the floor already.” She giggled as she finished speaking, just now noticing that her knees were actually really red from the time she had spent on the floor waiting for Harry. “Of course that's okay,” Harry said, moving to climb onto the bed. 

Harry sat up with the headboard as Y/N crawled her way to sit in between his legs. Without even thinking, she bent over to press a soft kiss to the shaft of Harry’s cock. 

“Eh eh eh, did you ask if you could touch?” Harry asked, with an eyebrow raised as he pulled Y/N back from his body. 

She pouted and shook her head, “No, I’m sorry. I-I just got excited.” She paused, “Can I please touch you now, Daddy?” 

“That’s my precious, good girl,” he responded, “It’s okay to be excited, go ahead.” He leaned back on the pillows he propped up against the headboard behind him and waited to see what she had in store for him today. Some days Y/N is soft and slow with him, but other days she goes right in for it. So, Harry was always excited to see what path she chose as he was going to be very happy with either option. 

As Y/N gently wrapped her hand around him, he thought she was taking the soft and slow route and relaxed his body into the bed and closed his eyes, waiting to enjoy his time with his girl softly sucking on him. But when Y/N licked a long, wet stripe up the side of his cock, roughly spitting on the tip, and then taking him in her wet mouth, he knew soft and slow was out of the equation. 

The sudden feeling cause Harry to let out a guttural moan, “F-fuuuuck, Y/N.” He panted, screwing his eyes shut as she hummed around him, adding to the pleasure coursing through him. 

He opened his eyes the little he could and about came the second he saw Y/N’s face. She had her eyes closed, bobbing her head up and down his cock, continuously swirling her tongue around the tip. She was absolutely devouring him. Hungry for him as if this would be her last meal ever. 

Focusing on his breathing in order to keep himself from coming too quickly, Harry moved one of his hands to pull Y/N’s hair from her face so he could have a better view of how good his girl was being to him. 

“So so good for me, angel. Al-always so good,” he panted out. “Gonna come so hard down that tiny little throat of yours.” Y/N moaned around him at his words. “Hmmmmm,” he hummed out. “You like that, huh? You’re just a little cockslut for Daddy, fuck.. that’s all you ar- shit sh-shit SHIT!” he stammered out as Y/N reached up to play with his balls. 

She lifted her head up from his cock, making eye contact with him while spit stringed from her mouth. She was panting, catching her breath as she continued to play with his balls in her hand. Harry looked back at her with his jaw slacked and eyes heavy. She giggled at the state he was in as she moved her hand back from his balls to his shaft, as her other hand softly stoked up his leg trying to ground him a little. “Tastes so good, Daddy. I love you like this so much,” she hummed. 

“I love how easily you get me like this love,” he responded while throwing his head back as she continued to stroke up and down his cock with her hand. 

Once she felt like she had caught her breath enough, she ducked down and brought her lips to suction around his balls. 

“FUUUCK!” Harry screams out in a moan. She popped her mouth off of him, noticing that he was on the edge of an orgasm and desperately wanted to make sure he did so in her mouth.

“Please Daddy, give me all of it. I want your come dripping down my throat so bad,” she whined before she replaced her hand that was gliding up and down his cock with her mouth. She pushed her head as far down as she could, feeling her nose brush against the sparse hairs at the base of his cock. 

“Just like that,” Harry rushed out, lightly adding some pressure to the back of her head to feel her throat contract around him just a bit more. “God, Y/N. You’re so good for Daddy…sh-shit fuck I’m coming bab-Fuck!” he yelled and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his orgasm rush over him. 

Y/N hummed in satisfaction around his cock as she felt his come shoot in ribbons down her throat. Greedily, she kept sucking, trying to milk every last drop out of Harry. 

“Babe, baby, fuck,” Harry lazily spoke, trying to get Y/N’s attention as he was becoming too sensitive for her to keep sucking on him. As he lifted her head off of him, she whined in protest and pouted towards him. “Too much, baby. I love the way you love on me, but just a bit sensitive right now,” Harry said as he tried to catch his breath, feeling a wave of calmness crash over his whole body. 

As much as Y/N wished to keep sucking on Harry, she never wanted to hurt him. She would keep his cock safe in her mouth all day if he would let her. 

As Harry continued to catch his breath, Y/N leaned up and planted a gentle kiss to his parted lips. Still panting, Harry suddenly slid down to be lying completely flat on the bed and grasped Y/N’s hips to bring her center directly above his head. 

A squeal and a giggle emerged from her by the sudden movements, but quickly settled in her place above him gripping on to the headboard in front of her. 

Harry let out a deep groan at the sight of her center in front of him. “This fucking pussy is all mine, right?” he asked, using one hand to hold onto her hip and the other to give a harsh slap to her ass. She jerked forward at the feeling, mumbling a “shit” below he breath. 

“Yes, Daddy. All yours. Always yours.” 

She looked down at him below her and saw the fire burning in his eyes before he responded, “Forever my pussy to use.” 

And with that, he immediately began devouring her. 

Y/N was so wet from getting herself so worked up while waiting for and sucking off Harry, so he was already drowning and moaning at the feeling. 

“Fuckin’ hell, love. Soaking me already, so goood to me,” he said, his voice slurred as if he was drunk on her. He softly nipped at her outer labia and gave her ass another hit, eliciting a scream to erupt from her. 

“O-oh God, Daddy, please please keep going.” 

Y/N was holding on to the headboard with so much strength that her nails were digging divots into the wood. Harry never was one to hold back when it came to eating her out, and today was definitely no different. If anything, he was going at her like a man starved for 30 years. 

She began rocking her hips against his face as he continued swirling his tongue around her clit. He would dip down and place his tonuge at her entrance which would cause his nose to poke against her clit, creating a wave of immense pleasure continuously flow through her. 

“Yeah… tha-thats so so good…good Dadd-OH,” she breathlessly spoke until she was cut off by his fingers slipping up to enter her. His two fingers penetrated into her roughly, not giving her anytime to adjust. She was so turned on though, that she could barely feel a stretch, just a wave of more pleasure. 

Harry could tell she wasn’t going to last much longer by the way she was completely soaking his face, so he wasn’t shocked that after just a few hits of his fingers against her g-spot she was coming undone on top of him. 

Y/N’s orgasm washed over her so suddenly that she didn’t even have time to get a scream out. Her mouth was open in a silent scream with her eyes closed, as her body convulsed above Harry’s mouth that was delicately working her through her intense orgasm. 

She finally was able to take a deep breath, and basically collapsed off Harry’s face onto the bed beside him. With her body still shaking and her eyes still closed, Harry quickly moved her into a comfortable position onto the bed and cradled her to his chest, rubbing his hands against any skin he could touch in order to ground her a bit. 

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe for me, okay? You did so good for me,” he continued to whisper reassurances in her ear, hoping that would start to clear her mind some of the fogginess that was left from her orgasm. As her breathing began to settle, she snuggled herself closer to Harry’s chest. “There ya go, lovie. Just relax.” 

After a few minutes, Y/N finally looked up at Harry with sleepy eyes and a small smile. He smiled back and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“Hi again, bug. How are you feeling?” he asked her, still continuing to rub his hands up and down her body. 

“Hi, H. Tired,” was all she was able to mumble out before closing her eyes again. 

Harry smiled and chuckled, knowing she would be completely useless for the rest of the night as that orgasm took everything out of her. 

He glanced at the clock, seeing as it was nearing 2am since he hadn’t even gotten back to the hotel before midnight. Looks like he wasn’t getting his 10 hours of sleep tonight. Y/N always called him an old man for going to bed early to ensure he gets a good nights rest, but she also admires how much he tries to care for himself and his body while touring. 

With that, Harry got up to retrieve a wash cloth to clean Y/N up before getting back into bed to cuddle her to sleep. 

Before he could doze off, Harry heard his phone go off from his bag that he had dropped by the bedroom door when he arrived. He wasn’t sure who would be messaging him this last at night, but decided to check just in case it was an emergency. 

Once he grabbed his phone from his back and sat back on the bed to see what the message was, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh as he read it. 

Harry Lambert: Sorry. I know its late, but I’m working on some new ideas for the added shows… any ideas you want me to incorporate? Xx 

And Harry had the perfect response… 

Harry Styles: Definitely more vests. Thanks Lamb xx H

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“Harry, take this fucking blindfold off of me or I will casterate you.” 

“That is an empty threat and you know it,” Harry responded before he whispered for only her to hear, “You’re too much of a cockslut.” 

To which Y/N promptly hit Harry’s chest in response while saying through her teeth, “Shut up.” 

“Okay, okay, you can take off the blindfold now.” 

Y/N ripped off her blindfold ready to scold Harry for making her wear it, but before she could, she saw the view infront of her. 

Absolutely shocked by the sight of New York, without looking at Harry she said, “Wh-why are we here?” 

“Told you I had a reward planned for you, bug.” 

She moved to look at Harry, with a shine in her eyes as if she was about to cry. “You make me so happy, bunny.” She smiled at him as he pulled her infornt of him and looked out onto the city together. 

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AHHHHHH omg this was the first blurb/smut/one shot (whatever you want to call it) i’ve EVER written but I had so much fun doing it. 

I saw Harry’s outfit at the MSG N6 show and just…. couldn’t help myself.  

Anyway! Enjoy! 

also that photo of NYC is mine from when i went to the One World Trade Observatory deck 🤭🤭

[yns-world]

hi heart <3

I hope you are having a good day/night :) if you have time I want to request dialogues intros from Erron Black, Kano, Kotal Kahn, Shao Kahn and Rain with their son from the future who looks like them but has the personality of his mother( as if the reader were sarcastic, arrogant and rejected them all the time saying things like that she would never be with them that she doesn't like them and things like that and boom they meet their son who comes from the future).

Thank you very much in advance for your time and for writing such wonderful things <3 your posts are simply incredible :^ you are without a doubt one of my favorite writers <3

a/n: you're too kind 😭😭 you guys are so sweet and it makes me so happy to know that y'all enjoy this <333

i don’t take intro requests anymore but this was requested a week ago and i’ve been wanting to write this because i love the concept so much :)

MK Characters Meeting Their Future Son

Characters: Erron Black, Kano, Kotal Kahn, Shao Kahn, Rain

Y/S/N = Your son’s name

Erron Black: “Y/S/N, is it?”

Y/S/N: “Keep my name out of your filthy mouth.”

Erron Black: “You’re forgetting who you’re speaking to, partner.”

Y/S/N: “Great. I’ve found the hillbilly.”

Erron Black: "Hillbilly blood runs in your veins."

Y/S/N: “You don’t know how much I hate being remotely associated with you.”

Erron Black: “What kind of a mother harbors this much hate in a child?”

Y/S/N: “This hate wasn’t her doing, that was all you.”

Kano: “Ain’t no way you’re my child, I pulled out!”

Y/S/N: He rolls his eyes. “Real classy.”

Kano: He winks. “Just like how the ladies love ‘em.”

Kano: “You’re a fine looking fella, we could definitely use a lot of ya in the Black Dragon.”

Y/S/N: “I’m nothing like your third-rate gang.”

Kano: “Oh, but ya is. You’re my flesh and blood.”

Kano: He smirks. “How’s your mother doing?”

Y/S/N: “She’s counting on me to kill you. I never disappoint.”

Kano: “It’s gonna break her poor heart to find her son’s head at her doorstep.”

Kotal Kahn: “The heavens have blessed Y/N and I with the birth of you.”

Y/S/N: “You had no part in the blessing.”

Kotal Kahn: “You are of my seed, I’ve had just as much part as did your mother.”

Y/S/N: “The only thing you did was treat her like a whore and left her to fend for herself. I am of her creation.”

Y/S/N: He scoffs. “So the rumors are true.”

Kotal Kahn: “What rumors?”

Y/S/N: “That the sun god had his ass handed to him by some lowlife gangster.”

Y/S/N: “Does Jade know?”

Kotal Kahn: “There's nothing to tell.”

Y/S/N: “I guess I'll introduce myself after I kill you.”

Shao Kahn: He barks with laughter. “A son! Who knew Y/N would finally prove herself useful for once!”

Y/S/N: “You can rest easy knowing that I won’t fail like your daughters.”

Shao Kahn: “Fail at what?”

Y/S/N: “That I won’t fail to kill you here and now.”

Shao Kahn: “Your Tarkatan blood runs deep, child!”

Y/S/N: “It’s a shame your legacy ends here.”

Y/S/N: “You were always a monster.”

Shao Kahn: He smirks. “But your mother ran to me like how Red Riding Hood ran to the Big Bad Wolf.”

Y/S/N: “You forgot the part of the story where the wolf dies.”

Rain: “Do the gods deceive me?”

Y/S/N: “Not as much as you deceived my mother.”

Rain: He smirks, amused. “Ah, you’re Y/N’s boy. You carry her silver tongue.”

Y/S/N: His grip on his dagger tightens. “And I carry her hatred for you.”

Y/S/N: “You’re nothing but an egotistical bastard.”

Rain: “Ironic coming from you, no?”

Rain: “It’s good to know that my godhood passed down.”

Y/S/N: “Your pride will be the death of you.”

Rain: “Not before it kills you first.”

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[my-soupy-brain]

soft period sex with Ted?? the thought of him making me cum until my cramps go away 🤭🤭

It's Monday, my emotions are a mess but never too messy for some smut with Ted. I love this idea, and let's be real, those of us who experience period cramps understand how good sex can help soothe the pain. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Smuttycity ahead

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You practically dragged Ted back into bed this morning before he left for work.

He leaned in to give you a sweet kiss, but you brushed your tongue along his lips and made him moan as he placed a knee between your legs and laid down with you for a moment.

His phone buzzing with a message from Beard snapped him out of it.

"Oh darlin', as much as I love this, I gotta skedaddle," he said with a smile. "See you later."

So you spent the day thinking about that kiss, and then your cramps started.

Oh, hormones. You little devils.

By mid-afternoon, you were camera-off for your remote meetings while you kept a heating pad on your belly and tried to finish your work.

What kind of cruel joke is it that you're at your most horny when your period starts? What is this game?

Thinking about Ted's lips and tongue and moving against yours have you practically crying to get back into bed and take care of yourself. Orgasms help with cramps, they always do.

So when Ted comes home from work, and you're on the couch with the heating pad, his happy face turns into worry.

"You okay, hon?" he asks, setting his backpack down and taking off his jacket. You nod weakly.

"Cramps."

He smiles and nods. He understands. Unlike a lot of men, he actually gets what cramps are, how they work, and how they affect your feelings and body.

God bless Ted fucking Lasso.

He sits on the end of the couch and reaches for your hand, which is on your belly.

"What can I do?'

You know he means it. Tea, nighttime waffles, a rom-com, a foot rub - you could ask for it all.

You raise an eyebrow and he smiles.

"Is that look from this mornin'?" he jokes, rubbing your legs and moving up your thighs. You nod and bite your lip. He smiles and chuckles, his cheeks blushing.

"C'mon..."

He holds your hand and helps you up, his hands on your waist as you walk into the bedroom.

He lays a towel down on the bed, leading you to it and laying down next to you. His hands hold your waist as he kisses you. You turn on immediately, like a damn light switch. You try to deepen the kiss, your movements quick as you go for the belt on his pants.

His hands hold yours as he looks into your eyes.

"Hey, hey, baby... it's OK. We don't have nowhere to be," he murmurs, kissing your neck, his hands tickling under your shirt as he pulls you closer.

Your tongues tease each other, and you smile into the kiss, his touch lighting you up everywhere he reaches.

His kisses, sweet and sultry, move down to your collarbone, where your chest is breathing hard and fast with desire.

"Please..." you beg with a breath. He smirks at you, taking your cozy shorts off and pulling the shirt over your head before laying you back down and crawling between your legs.

"OK, sugar..."

Your hands work open his belt and unbutton his pants and push them down, and then climb back up under his shirt: up his belly, to his chest and shoulders. You push the shirt off him so you can feel your skin on his.

"You're so pretty," he murmurs in your ear, his lips tickling across your collarbone.

You sigh and smile, just the weight of his warm body on yours feeling like such a relief. But when he holds your thigh to his hip and pushes in, that -- that's the relief you were seeking.

"Ohhhhh," you moan, your eyes drift close as you feel the heat of him relieve some of the aches almost immediately.

"That feel good, darlin'?" he asks with a low, husky voice, his hips moving slow but oh-so-deep.

You nod, your eyes are glassy as your hands hold onto him. His lips meet yours again as he pushes a little faster. Your hormones are so hungry and desperate, the drag of his cock in and out of you is almost enough to drive you to come.

You wrap your legs around his hips a little tighter, your mouth against his neck while you moan his name, and it makes him shiver.

"Good girl, that's it..." he murmurs to you. "Good girl. Let it feel good..."

Every word he says drives you closer and the ache in your pelvis is almost gone, now replaced with the tightness of release. Ted's long, deft fingers make their way between your bodies and once he touches your sensitive flesh between your legs, your orgasm crashes through you.

"Oh, fuck!" you cry out, your body writhing and hips bucking against his. "Oh, God... baby..."

He smiles and watches pleasure etched in your features, kissing down your neck. "That's it, good girl... that feel good? You feel good?"

You can't answer, so he answers for you: "You feel so good, baby... can't get enough..."

An aftershock orgasm comes right after the first, just hearing those words leave his mouth with that deep drawl.

When he looks down and sees the blush climb up your chest, your eyes bright and elated, your hair messy and lips swollen, it's all he needs to push faster and chase his own.

"Yes, oh baby...you're so good, you feel so good...God, the best," you murmur against his lips and the praise is all he needs to spill into you, holding your hips and tucking his head and now-messy hair against your neck.

You relax into each other for a beat, catching your breath, peppering kisses, before he leaves the room to clean the both of you up.

Once he lays down next to you and brings you to his chest, he smiles.

"How are you feelin', hon?" he asks, specifically about your cramps.

"Relieved. Relaxed. Pain-free for the first time in hours..."

He smiles and kisses your forehead.

"Good."

You listen to his heart in his chest for a moment.

"Thank you for doing that. I know it's not... I don't know..."

He looks at you with a quizzical eye.

"Hush that beautiful butt, baby," he jokes to you with a smile. "I love helping you, and it feels good for both of us -- what's there not to like?"

You smile because for the first time in...ever?...you met a man who gets it.

Ted Lasso fucking gets it.

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OK, my hormonal unicorns. Hopefully, this checked the boxes for you. I know it did for me. Now I'll go cry because I don't have a Teddy who'll do this for me. WHY CAN'T WE CLONE HIM?! get on it, science. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

[lloydfrontera]

y'know i wasn't gonna complain about this because like. who has time to be bitter online and it's already been a while since this dropped. but it's been bothering me so i'm gonna do it anyway lol

this was. so silly. and at this point on canon so out of character for javier. why are you making my little guy so dirty. him bringing up not getting paid if they run, even if it's an attempt to get lloyd to go back to fight the dragon, is,,, no. just no.

javier's first thought is always towards helping people. he now understands that money is necessary and having materialistic motivations is not inherently a bad reason to help others, but he's not that kind of person! he wants to help people and protect others just for the sake of it! and bless his heart he believes it's the same for others too, including lloyd.

at this point in canon javier still,,, wants lloyd to stay and protect others out of his own will. i've talked a bit before about how javier isn't exactly. disappointed. on lloyd for not staying to fight the bone dragon as much as he's regretful of having hoped better of him when he thinks he shouldn't have. as if deep down he didn't want to have hopes of lloyd being better but simply couldn't stop himself and is now regretting it because lloyd is letting him down again.

but he at no point even gave a thought about protecting lloyd's 'honey jar'. there was an entire city full of people at danger of being killed. in what world would javier even care about lloyd getting paid when the stakes are that high.

here this is the webnovel equivalent of this scene

Javier's face stiffened as he stared at Lloyd. On second thought, his face would be better described as angry rather than stiff. "Master Lloyd..." His voice was now lower than a while ago. "Why are you always like this?" "Like what?" asked Lloyd innocently. "Many people are in danger right now. And yet, you do not hesitate to run away for your own safety, disregarding everyone else's." "Yeah. You're right." Lloyd shrugged. And he replied nonchalantly, "Is that bad?" "..." "I think we argued over something like this before, right?" "It was in Cremo," Javier reminded him. "You're right. The Gigatitan." "At that time, you were-" Lloyd interrupted him. "Yeah. I ran away just like now." "..." "Is this really wrong?" Lloyd asked, meaning every word. [...] "You have not changed at all, Master Lloyd." Javier looked Lloyd's way, and there was disappointment in his eyes. No, it'd be more correct to say it was bitter regret. A bitter smile appeared on Lloyd's mouth. "I can't do anything about it," Lloyd said. "I'll always be like this." "Do you mean it?" asked Javier. "Do you think I'm lying to you right now?" "No. However-" "However?" "Then enjoy living on my behalf as well." "Eh...?" Lloyd stopped dead in his tracks. He questioned. the other man. "What? What do you mean?" Javier was now wearing a face full of resolution. And he spoke with even more determination and sincerity. "It was my honor to serve you all this time, Master Lloyd. I hope you safely escape from here." "Hey." "And please convey my message to Count Frontera that I am grateful for our time until now and to please forgive me for not being able to protect him longer." "Hey, you!" Lloyd was flustered. Why was Javier talking like he was going to die soon? Why was Javier not responding to him? What was that faint, enigmatic smile on his face before he rushed off toward the Bone Dragon without a second glance? Lloyd couldn't understand anything.

does this look,, remotely like a guy who's only thinking of his own home and protecting his master's 'honey jar'. does it.

i know this is already an old episode at this point but god do i still hold a grudge over this arc akshdakkfds

[rat-that-writes]

cuddly affectionate hcs

a/n: what is up my crunky crew. i wanted a hug so i wrote this

tw: mention of horniness w/ illi, very very slight angst (mention of a fear w/ yancy), swearing + use of the word whore (not in a negative way)

🖤 Dark 🖤

this man acts like an actual housecat

he acts all uninterested about affection at first and probably teases you a little if you ask him for hugs

but as soon as you actually do hug or cuddle him? oh my god hes so touch starved he is not letting you go

he didn’t realise just how much he needed soft and romantic affection, it had been years

once he knows how much he actually likes hugs, he will just find you during the day and hold you

even if you’re busy, hes still gonna hold you

but only in private; he doesn’t like pda unless its hand holding or just a quick kiss

but as soon as you’re alone? it’s cuddle time babeyyyy

he likes resting his chin on your head or shoulders, especially with you in his lap

he will start subconsciously stroking your arms or waist if you’re laying down with him

he might purr…. if you get him relaxed enough

but be sure to never bring it up because he’ll try to conceal it next time

poor boy is embarrassed, bless him

💙 Damien 💙

he absolutely NEEDS cuddles when hes tired

you can easily get him to stop working and come to bed by just texting him “come cuddle?” he will be there in seconds

he loves to lay on you while you play with his hair

he will fall asleep in 5 minutes if you pet him honestly

is also like a huge cuddly house cat that constantly needs affection (Dark gets it from him)

he loves to hold hands

the size difference, the touch of your skin, just the image of your hand in his gives him butterflies

if your hands are ever remotely cold he is just !!! darling !! i must warm your hands up :))

he does like pda, but it’s best to keep things appropriate since he’s mayor and all

but he still can’t stop himself from holding your hand no matter who’s around

❤️ Actor ❤️

this man is so needyyyy

you often wake up with him half way on top of you fast asleep

he has cuddling stages during the night

usually you’ll go to sleep spooning or with your head on his chest

then if you wake up during the night he’ll be clinging to you like a koala (good luck trying to get up to pee if you need to)

and in the morning hes laying sideways over your torso like a beefy blanket

or hes just ,. on the floor. idk either man he just be like that sometimes

and if you can’t lift him up and put him back in bed, just join him on the floor

hell think its sososo endearing but is more concerned about your comfort

whenever you cuddle it will probably lead to making out

hes just so thirsty honestly

he loves spooning you and holding you tight

his favourite cuddle time is when he comes back from a day on set and you’re both sleepy and you fall asleep on the couch in each other’s arms

then benjamin wakes you and you both shuffle away to bed giggling

pda? oh baby! hes all about it

he does not care what anybody thinks he just wants kisses

but he will definitely adhere to your own boundaries

🤍 Yancy 🤍

you are this mans teddy bear

he hates sleeping without you now

if he’s on parole and you two live together/hes staying over, even if hes about to pass out on the floor he will not go to bed unless you do as well

hed rather fall asleep in an uncomfortable spot than get into bed alone

he holds you against his chest and kisses your head and neck so softly

he never holds you too tightly

he has a fear of accidentally hurting people, especially you, because hes so big and strong and rough but hes just a gentle giant once you get to know him

so he holds you so gently and sweetly as if you would break if he held on any tighter

pda he likes is kisses on the cheek and hand holding, not much more

he prefers keeping affection private, unless someone is trying to hit on you

he will literally just walk up to you and kiss you and smile at whoever was flirting with you

hes protective and doesn’t want someone taking you away from him

hell probably blush a little afterwards lol

💛 Illinois 💛

he makes a great pillow, honestly

his chest is comfy and warm and he puts his hand on your head if you sleep on him

is secretly a fan of sleeping with his head on your chest or stomach

he will never admit it but you have woken up to it multiple times

snuggling to keep warm on adventures is his favourite thing

hes pretty used to the cold, but if you’re not then he will gladly wrap you up in as many blankets as possible and hold you tight

he loves to fluster your and make you hide your face in his chest

he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world

hes good with pda as long as you are

spooning often results in him getting hard oops

what can i say hes a horny guy

🚀 Engineer Mark 🚀

he needs cuddles so bad

hes stressed and works too hard and just needs some good love !!!!

he always peppers your face and neck and shoulders with kisses when you’re alone together

he wouldn’t mind a little pda but it’s all up to you really

he likes to let people know you’re together, with you being so strikingly beautiful and handsome and gorgeous

sometimes you have to remind him to keep it professional oops

“baby!! UM. I MEAN- CAPTAIN!”

“hey yn- AH, hey captain,”

“honey could you- CELCI GET OUT OF MY ROOM”

he doesn’t mean to be like that on purpose, he just loves you so muchhhh it makes him a little silly sometimes

🔪 Murdock 🔪

you would be surprised how much this man likes cuddling

cuddles and hugs make him feel like he’s protecting you and keeping you safe

he is secretly a little bit of a shy man with affection

he doesn’t do pda unless someone is flirting with you or making you uncomfortable

even then it’s just an arm around your shoulders or waist and a glare at whoever is speaking to you

in private he pretends he doesn’t need or even like affection, but when you do touch him he just melts immediately

he likes cuddling in bed facing each other, kissing softly every now and just being comfy and relaxed

he likes to shower with you; it’s not always sexual he just likes the vulnerability and warmth

he likes to go to sleep spooning you

he holds you pretty tight, not uncomfortably, but noticeably tight

you’re his teddy bear

🌌 God of Night 🌌

he ALWAYS wants you in his lap so he can kiss your neck and touch your thighs and waist

will show you off to the other gods every chance he gets and if there is no chance he will make one

expect cheek kisses every 4 seconds

if you’re a mortal, he would l o v e to spoil you and amaze you with all the wonders accessible to him

if you’re a higher being like him, he will constantly be ‘subtly’ showing off to you

(its not subtle AT ALL)

this bitch is the type to run up to you and spin you around and dip you down to kiss you in front of everyone

he is so smug too

hes like “everyone look at me. look at me and my SEXY ASS PARTNER. YEAH YOU WISH YOU WERE US. WE ARE SO HOT. FUCK YOU.”

is not afraid to stick his tongue in your mouth in public

an absolute whore honestly

he is all over you when you’re alone

just constant “darlingggg.. cuddle me…:(((“ he is silly

in conclusion: in public? mans is kissing you touching you showing you off and praising you. alone? DARLINGGG I NEED A HUG !!!!!

[onboardsorasora]

I’ve been thinking of omega Daniel in the reclamation verse and meeting Jules. That baby is nesting and not letting Jules leave his sight

Daniel is in his apartment sifting through his laundry, trying to find the sheets and blankets and pillows for his nest that smell like Max. Nothing smells like Max and its kinda disconcerting. There is this other scent though, its familiar but Daniel couldnt quite place it.

He's sat on his bed frustrated, when he hears the door open. The sound of keys tinking in the ceramic bowl and shoes being taken off. Then that scent... Daniel furrowed his brow.

"Do you remember to confirm with Sewis about- why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?" Jules patted his cheeks while Daniel continued to stare at him dumbfounded. A pillow thumps to the floor from his loose grip.

"Is that a new shirt?" Jules asked before heading into the kitchen. Clearly Daniel needed a minute, and fair, a lot has been going on recently since Daniel took over the brewery. He was allowed to be a bit frazzled.

"I- no. I designed this last year- am I going crazy right now?" Daniel muttered before taking a big breath. "you smell almost the same, not quite the same...so you're not my Jules." Daniel watching his movements like a hawk, drinking in the unfamiliar but achingly familiar sight of his best friend looking through his fridge, then his cabinet then fridge again. It seems that in every universe at least- Jules was the same.

"You designed it? Is that your new side hustle?" Jules was talking into the fridge like a normal person. Daniel bit his lip so he didn't cry. This wasn't his Jules but it was still Jules.

"Y-yeah. gonna start a clothing brand." Daniel said softly, he smiled when Jules gave up his quest for food and looked over at him.

"You wanna order like a pizza or a fried chicken burger? I'm starving." Jules took his phone out to open the food app.

"Yeah sure, order me whatever." Daniel grabbed up the sheets and blankets and moved to the couch. Things didn't smell like Max for some reason, but they smelled like Jules and this was an opportunity that Daniel was not going to give up. Not on his life.

The nest wasn't the best by his standards; he didn't have his regular things on hand and he wasn't about to make a stink about it. It wasn't perfect, but it would be comfortable. Because it wasn't the nest that mattered, it was Jules.

"Wanna watch something while we wait?" Daniel asked, standing by the transformed couch, shifting from leg to leg almost antsily.

"Yeah sure, that movie you wanted to watch should be on Netlfix now." Jules walked over and plopped onto the couch, in the middle of the nest. He shuffled a little before propping his arm up on one of the pillows Daniel put for that very reason. "Hey this is extra comfy, figured out some new tricks recently? I ordered you a fried chicken burger bee tee dubs."

Daniel grinned and sat beside his best friend, staring at his profile while he used the remote to navigate the tv.

"Why are you staring all of a sudden. Don't tell me you fancy me now? You waited too long Ricciardo, you'll have to duel to the death with Liz" Jules flicked an imaginary lock of hair over his shoulder and Daniel cackled.

"Yeah Nah, Liz can keep you. God bless her for putting up with your ass. I just missed you is all, you asshole." Daniel bumped their shoulders together.

"Bro I was barely gone for a weekend." Jules rolled his eyes, "I missed you too." He flung an arm over Daniel's shoulder and the omega took another deep breath, committing this Jules to memory. The familiar ba bum of netflix signalled the show start.

[asskickedbygirl]

He’s Not Here [Ryan Dunn x F!Reader]

Desc: You’re Dico’s sister and Ryan shows up at your house when he wasn’t around. You get to talking and turns out maybe not all of your brothers friends are assholes.

A/n: Remarkably the first proper Ryan fic I’ve written ?

Warnings: mentions of sex & alcohol

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It was Friday and you were home alone for once. Your friends had all bailed on you yet again so you were left to the old sweatpants and VHS tapes. As soon as you were settled on the couch, remote in hand ready to watch Thelma and Louise, your doorbell rang. You groaned, that better not be Brandon back already. You huffed and paused the film before it even began, getting up to answer it. You swung the door open, glaring the ringer until you realised it wasn’t your annoying older brother, but his cute friend, Ryan. Your eyes widened, embarrassed you had answered with such haughtiness. “Oh shit, sorry. I thought you were Brandon.” Ryan simply laughed you off. “It’s alright, so I take it he’s not here then.” You shook your head, suddenly very aware you were only dressed in old sweats and a tight fitting tank top. “He’s not but, he should be here in like half an hour if you wanna wait it out?” Ryan scratched the back of his neck and sighed, unsure. You admired his button nose and his blond hair. He was probably the cutest of your brothers friends. Sure there was Bam but he was just the asshole kid in your grade that used to make your life so very hard when he was still in school, along with Chris. You were constantly called stuck up and a smart ass just cause’ you weren’t failing every class but whatever. Ryan was pretty much the only nice one to you, but you still regarded him as a bit of an ass by association.

“Uhhh I don’t know.” You sighed at his response, opening the door wider to let him through. “Just come in.” He shrugged, and let himself wander in, scuffing his shoes off of the mat once you shut the door. Manners, who would’ve thought? You lead him in to your living room and gestured that he sat. “Beer?” You asked but Ryan just shook his head, sinking into the couch. You sat down on the opposite end and tucked your legs beneath you. “So what are you and Brandon doing?” Ryan laughed under his breath, “What?” You smiled, trying to understand the humour. “No it’s just, it’s kinda funny you call him Brandon. So formal.” You scoffed, “Would you rather I call him Dico as you guys have so graciously blessed him? Cause’ it’s a bit weird seeing as my last name is also DiCamillo if you haven’t forgotten.” Ryan shrugged. “It was just an observation.” The silence was awkward after that. Why’d you have to be such a dick all the time? “Sorry, I get defensive kinda quick.” Ryan nodded. “I think that just comes with having an asshole for a brother.” You spoke, laughing awkwardly. “He’s not always bad.” Ryan said and you shrugged. “Yeah I know. His friends kind of are though.” You looked up at Ryan, grinning stupidly. “Ouch.” He mouthed, mimicking a knife stabbing into his heart.

“Have to admit though, out of all my brother’s asshole friends, you’re probably my favourite.” Ryan smiled, you even thought you could see a blush creep up on his face. “Yeah?” You smiled and nodded silently. “Well for the record I never thought you were stuck up either.” You folded your arms and laughed. “Thanks so much, glad that’s still spreading around.” Ryan grinned. “Only by Dico, and sort of Bam and Raab too.” You shook your head, “God they were such assholes to me in high school.” Ryan’s face faltered, “I’m sorry about that. We were all kind of dickheads back then.” You shrugged. “Well I don’t cry myself to sleep anymore so, apology accepted.” Ryan’s face faltered even more if that were possible. “I’m sorry.” You laughed awkwardly. “I’m kidding, It was never that bad.” He sighed with relief. You bit your lip then, a bit of courage coursing through your veins as you shifted closer to the blond. “You know, I also always thought you were the cuter one.” Ryan let out a breathy laugh. “You’re on thin ice DiCamillo.” You smiled, “Bet that’s not the first time you’ve said that sentence.” Ryan bit his lip and shook his head. “Don’t remind me who you’re related to.” You pushed his hair off his forehead, moving even close to him now. “Whys that?” Ryan’s eyes flashed from your lips to your eyes. “Cause’ it’ll make what I’m about to do a bit more regrettable.” Then he leaned in and met your lips with his own, hand resting against your cheek.

You moved slowly in time with his lips, soft and plump. You shifted your body closer to his and brought your hand up to his jaw, brushing your thumb over it gently. Ryan began moving quicker now, opening your mouth wider to make out properly. Then he brought his hands down to your waist and moved you so that he was on top of you, never breaking the kiss. As he lay above you, hands tracing your neck you felt a swipe of his tongue on your lip and you opened, accepting it. You made out roughly with tongue, grasping his face to prolong it as long as possible. His hands wandered down to your tits, groping them softly through the material of your tank top. Your mind clouded, completely forgetting where you were as you reached down to undo Ryan’s belt, whimpering quietly into his mouth. Once you began unzipping his pants you heard the front door swing open and almost jumped out of your skin. Ryan quickly clambered off of you as you broke the kiss but it was too late. Brandon walked in on a hot make out sesh between his best friend and his sister.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He yelled, still stood half outside, looking in at the two of you in the living room. Ryan quickly zipped up his pants and scrambled to buckle his belt once more which just made everything worse. “Why the fuck are you making out with my SISTER RYAN?! AND WHY THE FUCK IS YOUR DICK OUT?!” You adjusted your tank top and wiped Ryan’s saliva from your lips. “His dick isn’t out jesus christ.” Brandon slammed the door shut and darted into the room. “No! I will hear nothing from you! Ryan, what the fuck?!” You looked over to the poor guy who’s face was as red as a tomato. “I’m sorry. Look we weren’t… you know…” “Fucking?!” Dico interrupted, his hand gestures dramatic and exaggerated. “God it’s not that big a deal Brandon chill out!” Brandon shook his head. “No this is a big deal. I fucking knew you’d date one of them and now you’ve fucked it! She’s too young for you Ryan!” You snickered now despite the tension in the room. “I’m two years younger Bran.” Brandon shook his head, his anger fading slightly. “Doesn’t matter! You guys are fucking gross.” Then he stood awkwardly, not sure what to do after his dramatic meltdown. “Well, now just. Just don’t make out!” He turned his back then and headed to his room.

After hearing the door slam you couldn’t help but laugh. Properly laugh. Ryan looked less amused. You hit his arm playfully. “Don’t look like that, he’ll get over it.” Ryan shook his head. “He just walked in on me with my pants undone on top of you Y/n.” You giggled again, covering your mouth. “Ah it wasn’t that bad.” Ryan just looked at you, shaking his head. You leaned in and pecked him again, smile still playing on your lips. “Don’t tell me you regret it now.” Ryan smiled too, “Nah.” he kissed you again, your lips resuming the rhythm they once had. “FUCKING STOP!” Brandon had emerged from his room unbeknownst to you. You pulled away and both just laughed, even Dico looked a little amused. “I am going to smack both of you.”

End.

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[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 2

Roleplay: Suho

!sub Suho

Even without a script to work from, Junmyeon is always acting. Always creating a plot or a storyline, and always working to improve his skills. You oblige his requests, because despite not being a professional like him, acting is fun and helping your partner better his career is a blessing. Of course, you get something out of it too, because Junmyeon makes your scenes fun and always r-rated, a stark contrast from what his paid roles are. Starring in TV dramas, stage plays, musicals and the occasional movie, none of them even remotely similar to what you played out at home.

You would always laugh as he sets the scene, not knowing how long he expected you to keep in character. Dressing up in whatever clothes he would pull from the closet, always something different, where did he even get half of this stuff? You never complained though, he always made you look so pretty, so beautiful, innocent, breakable, powerful, whatever he was feeling that day.

“Excuse me?” He asks meekly, carrying a cup of coffee into the room, “Your cappuccino.”

You look up at Junmyeon from the dining table, a soft smile on your face, “Thank you, sweetheart,” You reply, “You may sit.”

Junmyeon places the cup and saucer down, admiring the heart shaped chocolate powder imprint he made in the foam of your coffee before moving to take a seat in the chair opposite to you. You are wearing a business-style button up blouse with a high waisted a-line skirt, pale stockings and heeled boots. You carry yourself with a professional air, playing into the position of CEO. Junmyeon is in businesswear too, looking sharp but with reservation. Anxiety oozes from him, nervous and unprepared for the impromptu meeting that you called. It isn’t often that a low-grade office worker has to meet with the head of the company, only happening if there is a serious issue, and that there is today.

“Thank you for meeting with me at such short notice,” You open up the dialogue after a moment of silence, “Would you care to tell me why you think that this meeting has been called?”

Junmyeon stares at you, eyes widened and lips settled in a pout, and you almost crumble before you have even started. He looks like a lost bunny, scared, confused, and so, so nervous.

“I… I think,” He stammers, eyes widening with every word, “Is it because of the report that got published?”

You smile at him, a sarcastic, intimidating smile, “That’s right,” You say condescendingly, “And what was wrong with that report that is now out for the world to see?”

Junmyeon looks as if he will burst into tears, god, he is such a good actor, he is thinking hard, you have really put him on the spot with this one.

“The numbers, miss,” He mumbles, “They were wrong… and now we could get in trouble.”

You nod at him, appreciating the honesty, but furious about the event. He is right, publishing financial reports that tell a completely different story to the truth is a crime, and the clean up that is required to rectify the issue is snowing the company under.

“Whose fault was it?” You ask, although you know the answer, “Tell the truth.”

“Mine,” He sighs in defeat, “I’m sorry… how can I show that I am sorry?”

You smirk at him now, having trapped him exactly where you want him. Sure, what he did was bad, but the tech team can have it overwritten quickly. You really just wanted an excuse to make him serve you as more than an employee.

“I want you to show me that you aren’t a complete failure,” You reply, purposefully nudging him in the leg with your own, “Surely you are capable in some aspect, right?”

Junmyeon’s eyes widen so much you fear they may pop out of his head, jaw dropping as he comes to process your request, your requirement, the payment for his mess up. He watches as you unbutton not one but two buttons of your blouse, cleavage on show for him, tempting him beyond his wildest desires.

“Oh, oh? Okay,” He nods, so subserviently, “How, how can I prove it?”

You get up from your seat, and walk around the table to stand in front of him just as he turns in his chair to face you. You trace his perfect jawline with your index finger, and lift his chin to make him look into your eyes and away from your chest.

“If you can make me cum today,” You smile at him sickeningly, “And every day for the rest of the week, I may let this instance slide.”

He moves to take your hands in his, and bravely pulls you down to straddle his lap. He is stronger than you thought, and you feel, thanks to how close he pulls you to him, that he is already hardening under you.

“I can do that,” He promises you, hands sliding up your skirt, oh he is not going to hold back, “That is something I am definitely good at.”

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