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cwritesforfun · 3 months

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Hi!!

So, I'm so desperate for a Emma D'arcy x Fem Reader fic!!

Pleeeasee

Ok here you go: hope you enjoy!!!

Emma D'Arcy x Fem!Reader: Co-Workers or Something More? (Request)

Y/N = Your Name using She/Her/Hers pronouns Emma's pronouns are They/Them ** I do not own any House of Dragon plot points briefly mentioned

Y/N's POV

Getting the role of Alicent on House of Dragon was nerve-wracking. You were a huge fan of Game of Thrones and even read all the released books. You've been working for years towards getting a role in any TV show or movie. You have been in some indie films and when you got the call to be Alicent, you thought you were dreaming. It was amazing. It was probably one of your favorite days to ever exist.

At the table read for the first season, you were pouring a cup of coffee for yourself when you heard, "So you're playing Alicent?" You turn and see someone beautiful staring at you. You felt lost in their soft blue eyes for years if you could. You instead say, "Yes I am, my name is Y/N. Nice to meet you, what's your name?" The person standing opposite you says, "It's lovely to meet you, Y/N. Y/N is such a beautiful name. I'm Emma D'Arcy and I'm playing Rhaenyra." You reply, "Emma is a beautiful name for a beautiful person. Rhaenyra is a Targaryen, so I am jealous." Emma lets out a laugh and says, "I'm flattered. Say, do you want to grab a bite to eat after this?" You nod and answer, "Sounds great." You both take your seats next to each other, and the table read begins. It lasts several hours.

Afterward, you and Emma make your way out to a restaurant that claims to have great cocktails. You arrive, get seated in a booth, and both order drinks. Emma orders a Negroni Sbagliato with prosecco in it and you order a Gin Martini with a twist. (If you know, you know.)

The night carries on with you two discussing your career, your lack of a love life, and dragons. It's a great night with even better company.

The next 10 months as you film season 1, you become close with the cast, especially Emma. You both hang out outside of filming time and you really like Emma. You find yourself dreaming of Emma some nights and you can barely meet their eyes. It's so embarrassing to have a crush, especially on a coworker. Emma also flirts when they get drunk and it's always directed to you. You don't know if they're just drunk or actually like you.

Season One finishes filming and the whole cast is at an open bar. You're sitting sipping your second gin martini and you are starting to feel tipsy. You hear, "Is this seat taken?" You see Emma standing there in all their glory and you shake your head. Emma sits next to you, leans back, and puts an arm around the back of your seat. Should you lean back... or what...? You lean back and Emma's hand finds your shoulder. Emma exclaims, "I was wondering if you were going to move closer." You reply, "Sorry, what was that? I keep getting lost in your eyes, what too cheesy?" Emma laughs and asks, "Is that why you've been avoiding me on set?" You shrug and answer, "Yes, you exist in my daily life and in my dreams. It's hard to look at you after I dream about you." Emma raises an eyebrow, places their other hand on your thigh, smirks, and asks, "And what are we doing in those dreams, may I ask?" You place one of your hands on Emma's hand on your thigh and answer, "Oh you know hot stuff." Emma smiles and asks, "Wanna get out of here?" You nod.

You both leave the party together and head to Emma's place.

When you get there, Emma complains about being hungry so you agree to cook with them. You both cook pasta, listen to music, and dance together. You both eat dinner so fast while laughing whenever you make eye contact.

You both walk to the couch and Emma asks, "Just a question, but when you said hot stuff in your dream with me, does that mean you have a crush on me?" You answer, "It's so embarrassing being a 30-year-old with a crush, but yes I do like you like that." Emma says, "I think the only embarrassing thing would be if I didn't feel the same way... I like you too. I really like you. I want to kiss you, but I know we're both really tipsy." You reply, "We can still kiss tipsy. I give my consent." Emma smirks and replies, "I think if we kiss, I won't be able to stop." You smirk and ask, "OK then what should we do?" Emma answers, "We could just watch a show or sleep."

You both watch a part of a movie until you both start falling asleep and waking each other up. You go to the bedroom to sleep and you wear one of Emma's shirts to bed. Emma is the big spoon and cuddles you as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up cozy and with a raging headache. You groan and twist a little. You hear Emma groan next to you and they say, "Morning. Is it just me or did those drinks really break your head?" You say, "I'm in pain. Yeah... but I liked waking up next to you." Emma replies, "I liked waking up to you too. You're a good cuddle buddy."

You both get up, you borrow clothes from Emma, and you go out to eat breakfast. You eat breakfast sandwiches and start to feel like a human. You go back to Emma's place, get back into pajamas, and turn on the TV to watch something.

Emma exclaims, "Let's kiss." You smile and say, "OK." Emma cups your face gently and you kiss. It's even better than in your dreams when you kiss them.

Part Two

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lady-of-tearshed · 6 months

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Precious times

Summary: You had never met Azriel's mother. You never dared to ask to come with him when he's visiting her. You discretly test the waters of this subject with him.

Words count: 1.7k

Warnings: slight angst, talking of Parkinson disease, mention of slight injuries

A/N: At your demand... here you go :)💕 I felt like being productive today, so a Azriel fic out, AND I'm going to go feed your deers @thehighladywrites 🤣

The raw weather of Velaris winters engulfed your house briefly when your mate walked into your home. He took off his flying leathers in peaceful silence, as usual. The usual thud of his boots as he puts them down on the carpet announcing the end of his arrival routine. You smile as he gently wraps his arms around your hips, his chest pressed tightly onto your back as you are cooking dinner. He hummed and kissed your jaw softly, his cold lips brushing against your skin making you shiver. He giggles “I missed you today.”

“You always do, handsome.” You smile and slightly turn your head to him so you can kiss him. He kisses you back quickly before slightly pulling back as a smell hits his nose. He doesn’t say a word as you keep stirring the soup boiling in the cauldron and his eyes scan the kitchen. He spots a familiar book spread open on the countertop beside you. “Where did you find this..?” He whispers and frowns his eyes at you.

One thing you knew about the spymaster is that he hated when you were snooping around his stuff. Not that he had things to hide from you, simply there were things he wasn’t ready yet to talk about. “Oh, found this when I placed your folded laundry into your drawer. I thought a recipe from your mother’s cooking book would make you happy.”

He tenses slightly, then rests his head on your shoulder. “It does, love. It does… Thank you.”

The both of you stay in silence as you keep following the recipe written in his mother’s handwriting. You had never met her since you and Azriel got together. You knew he visited her every year around Solstice, and on special occasions, but he had never offered you to join him. And you knew better than to push him into something. It would only make him shut up like an oyster.

“Are you going to visit her at Rosehall soon? Solstice is coming.” You start off carefully. He simply nods, his nose snuggled in the curve of your neck.

“I’ve never met her before.” You simply state, testing the waters. He hesitates for a while, then speaks up. “Do you wish to?”

You spin around and narrow your eyes “Why wouldn’t I? She’s your mother. The one that raised you to the man you are today.” You smile softly and turn off the oven. You caress his cheek, feeling that there was something more he wasn’t telling you about this topic.

He bites his tongue, and sighs, trying to release some tension from his knotted stomach.

“It’s… a bit complicated. She has a disease. neuro-degenerative disease. Parkinson.” He states and places his hand on the one caressing his cheek.

You had never seen him on the verge of tears as he is now. “She can barely talk now, I don’t think you would like to meet her like that-” “Azriel… I just want to meet her and thank her, for you. She seems like such an amazing person…” “She looks just like you.” He admits, his voice shaky. He forces a smile and kisses your lips tenderly. He then whispers against your lips. “Next week. I’ll bring you with me next week, so we can celebrate Solstice all together.”

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You had spent all week wandering around Velaris marketplace with Feyre, digging for the best gift for Azriel’s mother. You had settled your choice on a photo of you and Azriel on the day of your mating ceremony placed in a sculpted silver frame. You had bought her a set of blue sapphire earrings, matching Azriel’s siphons. You were anxiously looking down at the gift in your hands as your lover walked into your shared bedroom. “Love… I don’t want to put pressure on you…” “No, I want to go, Az, really. I just… I want to make a good impression on her.” I want to be good enough for you…

He lifts your chin up between his fingers and brushes a strand of hair behind your pointed ear. “You don’t have to prove anything. Be yourself, you are perfect in every way, love. I love you. And… she already loves you…” He mutters, red painting his cheeks.

“You talked about me?” You give him a teasing grin. He grabs you by the hips and leads you towards the balcony, ready for take-off. “A little. Ready?” He says before taking off abruptly, making you shriek and giggle as he holds you close to his chest, his body warm enough to block out the cold winter wind.

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Rosehall was a lot smaller than what you imagined. A little cottage covered in vines and thorns. It must be an even more beautiful place in hot summer weather, when the roses are blooming on the residence walls and archway.

When he walks inside the house, Azriel is immediately alerted by the nurses's voices coming from his mother's room. He quickly lets go of your hand but before he goes inside the room, a maid stops him gently.

“What is it?! What’s wrong with her?!” He suddenly hears a slight groan of pain coming from behind the door the maid was preventing him from passing. “Stop it. You’re hurting her.” He snarls, his siphons glimmering and shadows covering his feet, ready to burst.

“No, they’re healing her, Azriel.” The old maid, probably familiar with Azriel's protective nature over his mother at this point. You walk slowly towards your mate and place a comforting hand on his tensed shoulder. The nurse takes a softer tone when she notices the anger slightly vanishing from his hazel eyes with only your touch. “Her health is slowly deteriorating. She’s having to develop end-stage symptoms. Her coordination isn’t the best anymore, she’s having a lot of muscle rigidity and even her voice has started to change… We tried to write you a letter, Sir.”

Azriel’s jaw clenches, and his fingers slightly twitch at the maid's words. An overflowing feeling of shame and self-loathing runs through the bond, making you feel it as if it were your own. Azriel had been busier than ever the past month, and there were piles of unread letters on his desks. The missive from Rosehall about his mother’s health had probably gotten lost in the piles of work on his desk. You squeeze your boyfriend’s hand, it wasn't his fault.

Before you can tell him comforting words, the nurses come out of the room and smile politely at Azriel “Is she okay?” He asks. “She’s comfortable now. She has a light bruise on her hip, but nothing alarming.” The nurses smile and leave with Azriel's nod of dismissal, the maid moving to let him in.

The sight of the woman lying in bed almost struck you in place, if it wasn't for your mate’s hand pulling you inside. She was exactly like him. The same long eyelashes fluttering in front of the most beautiful shade of hazel eyes you had ever seen, except Azriel’s, those high cheekbones, that sharp jawline, and this smooth tan skin. It was literally how you had imagined her. Her son was definitely the exact perfect portrait of his mother.

Azriel’s mother's eyes seem to light up, chasing those heavy clouds of tiredness from them, when she sees you moving from behind him. “Eve.” She tries to smile at you, barely able to do so, the muscles from her face tightly and painfully tensed up.

Azriel sits beside his mother on the bed and kisses her cheek. He pulls you down on the end of the ridiculously large bed and squeezes your hand lightly.

“Mother, this is Eve.” “The Eve.” She cuts him off, her voice strangely monotone, due to her sickness. Azriel chuckles, “Yes, mother. The Eve… And Eve, this is my mother, Ymir.”

Your heart swells with happiness when you realize how much your boyfriend must be talking about you if his mother considers you as ‘The Eve’. The three of you take the rest of the night easy, exchanging gifts and talking about mostly everything. It’s mostly you and Azriel doing the talking, as Ymir wasn’t feeling all too well. But you didn’t mind at all.

As it was getting quite late, and Ymir was starting to get tired after today’s events, she asked Azriel to tuck her in and play her a song on the big piano placed in the center of the room. A small smile lingers on your lips as you stand next to your mate on the piano seat. His fingers dance on the tiles as he plays a relaxing and comforting song, a song he had probably played thousands of times before, considering the fluidity and accuracy of his notes. As the song finishes he stands up and goes to kiss her forehead, his mother already deeply asleep.

The both of you quietly make your way out of the house, and you feel the shields your mate had put up, without you even noticing, crumbling down when the front door closes. Tears start falling down his face, just like the snow from the night sky. You hug him tightly into your arms as he silently cries into your neck, his shoulders quivering with each sob. You can’t help but wonder how many times he had to deal with it on his own, how many times he broke down alone without anyone to hold him tight. You want him to know that you’re here, that you’ll always be, and that everything he’s feeling is okay.

“You’re not alone. I’m here.” His sobs get slightly louder, his neck burying even deeper into the crook of your neck. He tries to get lost in your calming scent and to get a grip on his shaky breathing. You stroke his hair slowly, patiently waiting for him to deal with every feeling he’s dealing with right now. “That part is always the hardest… I’m sorry…” “Don’t be. It’s okay to be sad, it’s completely normal, Az.”

You stay there for a while longer, before he flies the both of you back in your house. The both of you quietly get ready for bed, and put on the matching pair of socks his mother had lovingly knitted. He nuzzles into your neck and holds you close. It felt so good to have someone at his side… He regrets not bringing you with him sooner on his visits.

“I love you…” He whispers, his voice barely audible. “I love you too, Az.” You answer back before falling asleep.

A/N: Azriel is a very complicated male to write about... there's not much we know about him, actually! Can't wait to see what Sarah J.Maas has planned for us in the next book, I hope we'll learn more about him. 💕😊

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virtualvault · 10 months

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What Good Girls Get

Pairing: Switch! Marc Spector x Sub!reader x Dom!Layla El-Faouly

Summary: While Layla is away, Marc wants to play. Being the good girl you are, you reject his advances and she rewards you while Marc is left to face the consequences.

Warnings: Dom/ Sub dynamics, polyamory, punishment, brat!marc, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, rough sex, sex toys, strap-ons, squirting, oral(f) receiving, oral(m) receiving, pet names, fingering, begging, spitting, slapping, aftercare, cuddles(Let me know if I missed anything:))

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: This is only my second fic so I'm still working on getting better at exposition and stuff but I'm actually really proud of the smut and dialogue in this one. As always, feedback is welcome and encouraged. Enjoy!!

"We shouldn't. Layla told us we can't fool around while she's gone." you whine as you lay on the bed, Marc hovering above you. His face is buried in your neck while he plants sloppy kisses across your skin. You do your best to stand your ground but make no move to try and get him off you.

"Marc, I'm serious. Did you see the look in her eyes? She really meant it. I don't know about you, but I don't want to get on her bad side. We just got off punishment for the kitchen incident." It was quite a punishment too, but to be honest you deserved it. A few days ago, Layla had gone out to get dinner while Marc graciously offered to stay behind and help you finish preparing the dessert you were making for your friend's birthday. His help soon turned into a distraction as he started grabbing at you and pulling you against him, despite your determination to focus on the task at hand.

It started with Marc innocently feeding you a few of the strawberries you were cutting up and by the time Layla returned he had you on your knees, his dick covered in whipped cream, and you eagerly cleaning it off with your tongue. She had forbidden you two to touch yourselves or one another for the rest of the week as punishment and didn't let either of you out of her sight. She knew that would lead to more trouble.

That's why when she had been called to attend an event that would require her to stay across town overnight, she was hesitant. If it were just you, she wouldn't have worried. You're always on your best behavior. Unless Marc is there. He's always the instigator. You can count on one hand all the times you've been punished for something that didn't involve Marc. You craved Layla's approval, needed her to be proud of you. Marc made that incredibly difficult, though. Despite your better judgement, you almost always gave in. He had this hold over you that made him impossible to resist. Especially when Layla isn't there and you miss her.

Marc misses her desperately when she's gone as well, and that's part of the reason he acts out. It also doesn’t help that he is a brat through and through. For him, all the rules fly out the window the moment she steps out the door. He loves to rile her up. Lately he's been pushing his luck and punishments have been getting increasingly severe. Instead of turning soft at the end like Layla has a habit of doing, especially when it comes to you, she's started implementing 'no touching rules', ruined orgasms, edging with no release, withholding pleasure, etc. He also just can't help himself when he gets you all alone. It's like a switch flips in his brain and he just wants to pounce on you. Make you misbehave like he does. He knows you're Layla's good girl and he loves to see you turn into a dirty little slut for him.

"C'mon, it's not like she just ran out to the store, she won't be home until tomorrow. There's no way she'll find out." He continues to kiss down your neck and palms at your chest, making you arch your back.

"Yes, she will. I don't know how she does it, but she can always tell."

"That's because you can't lie to save your life, baby. You know, you really need to work on your poker face." he jests, and you shoot him a glare. But you can't help the small smile that forms on your face because you know he's right. If you're ever hiding something, you distance yourself from Layla, unable to even look her in the eyes. When she finally makes you, whatever you're hiding comes spilling out of you, completely out of your control. And if it had something to do with Marc, which is usually the case, he gets in trouble as well. It's detrimental to you both.

" You really don't want to?" Marc asks. He gives you puppy dog eyes, pulling out all the stops to try and get you to give in.

"Of course, I do." You play with the hem of his shirt, trying to ignore the way you feel his bulge against your thigh.

"I just really don't want to disobey her. We don't have to wait too long; she'll be back tomorrow. And who knows, maybe she'll even reward us for being good. It's been a while." You offer, trying to convince not only him but yourself to resist the temptation.

"It's been a while for me. She rewards you all the time. It's not fair." He pouts and pinches your sides, making you giggle.

"That's because you actually have to behave for that to happen, dummy. You just have to learn to follow the rules. And tonight is the perfect opportunity to try it out." you stroke his hair reassuringly. It would do him some good to practice some restraint.

"I'll try." he says, with absolutely zero sincerity in his voice.

"How about we go watch a movie instead? She never said we couldn't cuddle." He nods, smiling at you innocently enough to convince you he has given up. You cup his face and pull it to yours, and you plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. He stands, helps you up, and you both head to the living room.

Marc manages to keep his hands to himself through most of the film. He has you held against him, fitting snuggly in his side. You rest your head on his shoulder, enjoying the safe and warm feeling he provides. You even start to doze off, but awaken when Marc shifts, telling you he's heading to the bathroom. In his absence, you lay your head down on the cushion. Rolling over on your stomach, you feel yourself succumb to the drowsiness again. A few minutes later, you are startled awake when you feel the couch dip, and a weight settle on your backside. You curiously turn your head to find Marc straddled across your thighs. You try to wriggle away, but he puts his full weight on your back and effectively stops you. He starts kissing and licking down the back of your neck.

“Marc, you were doing so well. Let’s just go to bed.” you plead.

“I'd love to take you to bed.” he responds, then starts softly nipping at your skin.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” You feel him grin against you and it sends tingles across your skin.

“C'mon it’s not like I'm going to tell. And you’ll have until tomorrow evening to get yourself together enough to face Layla. You can keep one little secret, can’t you?” You are already putty in his hands and let wanton moans fall from your lips at the warmth of his mouth on your skin and his hands grabbing at your sides.

“I want to so bad. I just… I wanna be a good girl.” you whine.

"Well, it's nice to know one of you respects me.” Layla chimes in, and you both jump, startled by her surprise entrance. Neither of you had heard her come in. You freeze, and so does the man above you. A feeling of dread falls over you but is overtaken by a feeling of delight when your eyes land on your beautiful girlfriend. She’s still wearing the outfit she wore to the event, and she looks breathtaking.

"I managed to find a way to come home early to the loves of my life and this is what I find. Did I not make myself clear before I left?" She scolds, but there is a slight playfulness to her tone.

Marc, still refusing to look at her, lifts himself into a sitting position. You glance back at him and see the look of contemplation on his face. He could play this one of two ways. He could apologize profusely and get on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness, or he could stand his ground and see how far he can push his luck. Being the brat he is, he obviously chooses the latter. Not even bothering to answer her, he flips you over and Layla rounds the coffee table to stand in front of you both. He moves his eyes to hers as he starts grabbing at you and sliding your shirt up, exposing your breasts. Layla’s silence is deadly, yet the look on her face is eerily calm.

He grabs your bare chest and starts tweaking your nipples, and you whimper at the sensation. You don’t want to upset her, but it just feels so good. You rub your thighs together trying to relieve some of the pressure building in your core.

Neither of your partners notice as both sets of eyes are locked in a stare, waiting to see what the other will do next. The mischievous grin on Marc's face makes you nervous. You know he’s playing with fire and isn’t considering the consequences. But as always, his behavior manages to stoke the flames in the pit of your stomach. You don’t know what it is, the thought of testing Layla's patience yourself never crosses your mind. But seeing her reaction when Marc does it makes you want him to keep going, even though you know he’ll pay for it later.

You grab Marc’s wrists, not even sure if it’s to stop him or urge him on and you shoot Layla a pleading look, silently begging her to do something. Marc finally looks away as he brings his mouth down to one of your breasts. He latches onto your nipple and rolls it between his teeth. You let out a squeal and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Do you want him to stop?” You don’t even hear what Layla says as Marc's other hand travels down your stomach and lands on your clothed mound.

“Look at me, angel. I asked you a question. Do you want Marc to stop?” Trying to steady your voice as his fingers slip into your underwear, dragging up and down your wet folds, you whimper, “It feels good but…but I don’t want to disobey you.” She gives you a soft smile and wears a proud look on her face, causing a warmth to bloom in your chest. She walks towards you and bends down so her face is level with yours.

As she starts petting your hair she coos, “Of course you don’t. Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” you preen at her words. No matter how good Marc’s touch makes you feel, nothing compares to Layla's praise. With a newfound strength and determination to prove her right, you push Marc’s hand out of your pants and shove his face away. He watches you cover your chest, making it impossible for him to continue, and he huffs.

He sits up and contemplates his next move. He was really banking on you giving in and being able to test your girlfriend's patience together. Even when he's facing punishment himself, he loves seeing you endure one too. Seeing Layla's little angel get in trouble turns him on in a way he can’t describe. But it looks like you had more willpower than he thought, and he’ll be taking this one on his own.

As a last-ditch effort, he blurts out “She started it.” You gasp, knowing that’s a bold-faced lie.

He continues, “She was on me the moment you walked out the door. But you know how irresistible she is when she begs, I couldn’t help it. I’m just doing what you would’ve done.” He leers back at her, trying to stand firm. Layla sighs, not believing him for a second. She's getting frustrated. As much as she hates it when you two break the rules, she hates when you lie about it even more. She usually lets you off easier if you come forward and tell her what really happened. You always do but Marc has the habit of dodging the truth until she drags it out of him. It’s a nasty habit that she’s determined to break, and now is the perfect opportunity.

“He’s lying! He was trying to fuck me all night! I told him you’d be mad, but he wouldn’t listen.” You match the glare he shoots you, and he grabs your thigh firmly in warning, not appreciating the outburst. But you weren’t going to roll over on this one. You had worked really hard to finally find the strength to not give in for once and you’d be damned if you went down for this with him. You want your reward for being a good girl and you aren’t going to let him ruin that.

“You believe me don’t you, Lay?” You look up at her through your lashes and give her the sweetest look you can muster up. The nickname brings a smile to her face, and she replies, “Of course I do, baby.”

“But” Marc starts, and Layla raises her brow at him, daring him to keep testing her patience. He backs down immediately, hanging his head in defeat.

“Go lay on the bed sweetheart.” She instructs and leans down, connecting her mouth with yours. Marc, enjoying the show, subconsciously starts stroking your thigh but she is quick to swat his hand away. “You, go stand at the foot of the bed. And keep your hands to yourself.” she commands, and he follows you into the bedroom, dragging his feet.

He stands in front of you now, arms crossed in annoyance, and you smirk at him. “Thanks a lot.” he sneers.

“Hey, I said to be patient and we’d get rewarded. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.” you say smugly, and he rolls his eyes.

Layla enters, grabbing the chair from the desk and placing it in front of the bed. She makes Marc strip. She then ties up his hands and orders him to sit but leaves him unrestrained otherwise. She removes her jacket and proceeds to strip you, softly caressing your sides as she does, and your skin heats up under her touch. Shifting you, she lays you at the end of the bed, parallel to the headboard, and gives Marc a full view of her body and yours. Normally he'd be thankful but under these circumstances it's torturous.

She makes her way down your body, nipping and sucking at your skin. She's always thorough, taking the time to admire every inch of you. After leaving your stomach and thighs covered in love bites, and running her tongue over your marked skin, she buries her head between your thighs. She's gentle and diligent but she doesn't rush. Doesn't eat you out in a frenzy like Marc tends to do. She knows your body better than you do and knows just what to do to have you fall apart on her tongue.

She has to hold your waist down as you writhe on the bed. Your sultry moans and desperate cries have Marc involuntarily bucking his hips into the air, begging for relief. Before you know it, she has you cumming hard and you grind your hips against her mouth as she sucks on your clit, helping you ride the waves of pleasure. Giving you a second to catch your breath, she then positions you on the edge of the bed, exposing you to Marc, and takes her place behind you. She wraps her legs around yours and uses them to spread your thighs. Her movements begin slow, like before, and she starts by gently circle your clit with her fingers. The torturous speed has you crying out for more. Wanting to give you whatever your heart desires, she dips her fingers into you. They slip in easily, and each delicious drag of her digits against your walls has you bucking your hips against her hand.

Your arousal starts to form a ring around her fingers and drips onto the floor. The sight has Marc falling to his knees in front of you, face nearing your center. Layla gives him a warning look, but she can feel you getting close, so she doesn’t want to stop. Then she gets an idea. She pushes faster against that sweet spot inside you and matches that rhythm as she starts rubbing your swollen bud. Mesmerized by the sight, Marc leans his head against your thigh.

“No touching.” Layla commands and he nods. He doesn’t move any closer, practicing more restraint than he ever has in his life. She starts nipping at that spot under your ear and it has you squirming. You feel that familiar pressure building that you didn’t feel with your previous climax and smile, realizing what’s about to happen, and your whole body tenses. “I'm cumming” is all you can say before you start spasming and you explode all over his face. Marc flinches slightly at the unexpected splash of your arousal. It just keeps streaming out of you and he quickly opens his mouth wide, groaning as your sweet nectar coats his tongue. He gives Layla a pleading look, and she knows what he wants.

“You can clean off her thighs.” she says, loving the hungry look on his face. He laps at your drenched thighs and savors the taste that he's been dying for all night. You let out a satisfied purr and you eyes fall closed, feeling soothed by the warmth of his tongue. When he's finished, he takes a moment and just stares at your sex. Before he can stop himself, he lurches forward to indulge in your arousal from the source. Before he can reach you, though, Layla yanks his head back by his hair, clicking her tongue at him.

“Still don’t want to listen, huh?” She moves from behind you and drags him back to the chair. You already miss her warmth, but your excitement grows as she goes to open the trunk you keep on the corner of the room and pulls out some rope and a harness with the familiar pink silicone attached to the base. Your heart starts beating faster and you bite your lip, thrumming with excitement at what’s coming next. She inches the chair closer to the bed, and Marc is now just inches away. She ties him to the chair now, ignoring his grumbling. With her guidance, you are now on your hands and knees, head halfway off the end of the bed, now face to face with Marc. As Layla puts on the strap-on, you can’t help but smile at the pout on his face. You've never seen him this frustrated before and you would feel bad for him if it didn't turn you on so much.

Your girlfriend situates herself behind you, kissing up your spine, and you pull her up so her mouth meets yours and you moan at the saccharine taste of her. When she breaks the connection, her mouth finds your ear and she whispers, “You’re doing so good for me. My obedient girl.” The comment makes your heart swell. You hum, looking her in the eyes, and whisper “I love you.” She nuzzles her face against yours she affectionately replies, “I love you too, angel."

She sits back onto her haunches and rubs the silicone up and down your folds, each flick against your clit making your breath hitch. As she slides the length in to the hilt, you cry out and she sets a maddeningly slow pace. You're about to beg for more, but she already knows what you want. She slowly pulls out to the tip and then slams back into you, and begins giving you those hard, deep thrusts you crave.

After a while, your arms give out underneath you and you fall onto your chest. The arch of your back gives her a delicious view of your ass and she gives it a quick slap. You whine for more and she continues, landing multiple hits to both your cheeks and thighs and you squeal in delight. When she's done, she grabs firmly onto your hip with one hand and the other comes up to settle on the back of your neck and she pulls you back to meet her thrusts.

With your face now just inches away from Marc, you stick your tongue out, unable to resist the temptation to taunt him. It's a pretty juvenile thing to do, you admit, and can’t help the giggle you let out at the sight of the frustration bubbling up inside him, the aggravation showing clear as day on his face. Before you can pull your tongue back in your mouth, he leans forward and spits fast and hard, some landing in your open mouth, and some on your cheek. You gasp, but your surprise quickly morphs into a pathetic whine, loving the taste of him. You drag your tongue over your lips and the surrounding area, trying to get to the spatter that missed your mouth. A satisfied smirk appears on his face, and he mutters, "filthy fucking slut." You whine at his words, and it has you clenching down onto the silicone filling your cunt.

Layla, however, was not amused. She shoves your face down onto the mattress and leans over you to deliver a harsh slap to Marc's face. He moans at the contact, relieved to finally get some sort of stimulation. Before the sting can even settle over his skin, she delivers another. Then, she removes her weight from you and pulls your head up once more.

“That wasn’t very nice, was it baby?” You don’t respond, honestly wishing he'd do it again.

“Oh, you liked it didn’t you, naughty little thing.” You moan at her teasing and look Marc in the eyes, whining, "I want something in my mouth.”

He jolts forward, wanting to break free and give you what you want. An anticipative look crosses his face, and he hopes Layla will make him part of your reward.

“Oh, I'm sorry baby. Here you go.” Determined to keep Marc out of this, Layla hooks her fingers into your mouth. She chuckles at Marc's reaction as she sees his shoulders slump, clearly disappointed. You immediately wrap your lips around her digits and he zeros in on your movements, imagining it was him in your mouth instead.

Her thrusts become more brutal, each one knocking the thoughts right out of your head. You feel yourself mentally slipping, unable to form even one coherent sentence. All you can do is babble nonsense, hoping she understands how close you are to your release. Layla drags your head up by your hair and you face Marc again, mouth open and drooling down into the sheets. He's seen that look before and he knows you're right on the edge. He looks you right in the eyes and whispers, " Do it, baby. Cum." He's not even sure you heard him, but your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head, and you start shaking. Layla holds you against her, knowing you love the closeness and skin to skin contact when you fall apart. All you can feel is white hot pleasure and you're crying out, mouth open in a silent scream as you gasp for breath. You don't even have time to come down from your climax before Layla starts pounding into you again, hard and fast. She holds you down, making you cum again and again.

When she can tell you've had enough, she stops her movements but stays planted inside you to the hilt, knowing you don’t want to feel empty just yet. She runs her hands all over you, trying to bring you back to her and help steady your breathing. You can't tell how much time has passed but when you're finally conscious of your surroundings again, the first thing you see is Marc's pitiful form in front of you. You want to help him. His angry red tip looks painful, and you actually start to feel bad for him. You somehow muster up the strength to reach an arm out to him and he looks at you lovingly. You were just fucked into oblivion, but you still want to make sure he feels good. It makes him smile and he desperately wants to pull you into his arms.

“Can I touch him, please?” You look over your shoulder and give Layla your best puppy dog eyes, hoping she'll cave like she always does when you look at her like that. She arches her brow at you and asks, “Am I not enough, sweetheart?”

“No! You are!” you reply frantically, immediately regretting your words. You continue, “Just look at him. So pathetic. I think he's learned his lesson.” He's been waiting so long and he’s so frustrated he can feel tears starting to form in his eyes. “Please. I'm so sorry. I'll behave. I promise." he begs.

She sighs, feeling conflicted. She knows she has pushed him hard but he did deserve it. She feels herself turning soft at that needy look in his eyes and concedes. She knows what he really wants. He wants one of you to ride him until he sees stars. This is still a punishment, however, so she decides to give him another form of relief.

Leaning down and kissing the crown on your head, she checks in, making sure you're not too overworked. She really gave it to you hard and wants to make sure you don't overdo it. "Are you sure? You look a little worn out." You're touched by her concern but nod eagerly.

"Go ahead baby. He can have your mouth." The sigh of relief that leaves Marc makes you want to laugh. You turn back to him, and your outstretched hand moves to caress his face. He leans into your touch, and kisses at the palm of your hand. You slide it down off his face and Layla helps you to your knees. He makes the most pitiful noise when you take him into your mouth, finally feeling the relief he's waited hours for. You have him cumming in just a few minutes and he thanks both of you profusely.

You're all exhausted, but that doesn't stop them from loving on you. Layla goes to draw a bath while Marc picks you up off the floor, placing soft kisses all over your face. He carries you to the bathroom, where Layla begins to do the same as Marc places you in the tub. The feeling of their love wraps you like a warm blanket, relaxing your mind as the bath water relaxes your tired muscles. You're half asleep when you all finally pile into bed, cuddling up close to one another. Layla lays you in the middle of them the middle and they wrap their arms around you and each other. Not having the energy tonight, you and Marc will be sure to give her a proper 'welcome home' in the morning.

#moon knight #moon knight smut #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #marc spector x layla el faouly #marc spector x reader x layla el faouly #steven grant #jake lockley

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Regarding like Itager like in your mind what kind of dates do they go on

Like are they the kind of couple to go on like extravegant ass dates to like fancy restraunts and stuff or do they just like sit around in their house and like watch random movies

BOTH! I think because of germanys inexperience in his brain a date is only a date if its like "Take to dinner. Watch Movie. Wear something nice. Escort Home and if youre a slut get a kiss on the cheek." yknow the textbook definition, and because of that maybe once a month or something he will plan a date like that and be like Italy. Lets Go..... on a Date. and ofc italy is like hell yes bro me when i dont have to plan and hell pay for my meal n ticket 😍😍 I think even sometimes he borrows Japans shoujo manga (since he canonically in draws in a manga-like artstyle.. thats crazy) and studies it with sticky notes and shit to get ideas for new dates. so i think if you asked them theyd say thats what their dates are, but really theyre having casual dates like every fuckin day. Because theyre also best bros and Italy will shoot himself in the head if germany cant attend daily movie night with him (never forget when germany hung out with greece for four hours and italy went *cries* YOUVE BEEN SPENDING ALL YOUR TIME WITH GREECE LATELY....) They go on adventures together all the time like Harold and Kumars quest for white castle and i think something like that can be considered a date, since a date is just doing shit together yes? If anything I think they get equally romantic together on a fancy date and daily best bro adventures, bc on a fancy date its not like germany suddenly gets all gay, hes still normal its more like theyre just hanging out doing fancier things because germany doesnt really know how act romantic (besides being classic germany flustered... actually i think the only difference in their pda together is that as bros germany is like whatever. ill hug you its a bro thing. but when hes on a date hes like PDA IS COMPLETELY INAPPROPRIATE. PLEASE WAIT UNTIL WE ARE IN A PRIVATE AREA. >///< and italy goes PLEASEE PLEASEEE GERMANY KISS KISS KISS IT ISNT A DATE WITHOUT A KISS PLEASEEEE and germany goes eugh.... fine. *blushes* and does it because germany will do anything for italy if he asks twice) and italy doesnt really change his behavior either cuz if anything he already constantly acts like a clingy affectionate amoeba so its actually all the same...? The only difference i suppose is that ironically at the end of the date they usually part ways because in germanys head thats what a gentleman doss after escorting someone home and italy is like whatever lol bc either way that night he breaks into germanys house, crawls into his bed naked + uninvited, and well.... *looks around* did anybody else see that? And when theyre at home chilling the only difference is that Italy already has step one done (infiltrating germanys home) so... it always ends the same practically everyday! What a wonderful date!

*NOTE: i do think that Italy has learned that he can only try macking out on Germany inbetween episodes/movies because bro locks in hard and will go BITCH GET OFF ME IM INVESTED RN if he tried mid show. And even when germany says fine ok after Italy asks twice hell be distracted bc he was so locked in so Italy has learned its better to just wait until his brain is released from the screen. In general thats how Germany is if hes doing a task so thats why one time they got hospitalized for 2 weeks because Italy tried to give road head while also being the driver! A man has to do what a man has to do

#robooty kun #itager sermon #ask #im like only 85-90% confident about this btw #because ive never been on a real date before so i feel like im lacking in knowledge here #all my information is from shoujo and yaoi so im ngl i have the same thinking as germany #but then a year or two ago i pondered for a long time and realized anything is a date if you both just consider it a date #so yeah thats what i think rn. but im not confident in that definition because it sounds quite flimsy...

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winterspiel · 2 years

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ﾟ｡ What type of comfort does your soulmate get from you? ⋆｡⊹

I was about to call it a day (with my sleep deprived and messed up body clock), but I'm suddenly called upon to make this PAC. This is actually my first time doing a PAC reading, but I have been wanting to try this for the longest!

❅ ੈ ⋆｡⊹ ⋅ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

pls do take note, choose a pile carefully! you may be drawn to more than one pile, so one may be your energy, and the other may be your future partner/lover/soulmate. do pick what mostly draws you in!

these messages and the context of my readings are from intuition and practice. this is a general reading as well, so do take what only resonates. sending love ♡

feel free to give feedback as it’s very much appreciated!

❅ Yule

do not repost © winterspiel (2022)

༘⋆‧˚ pile 1 ⊹ ⋅* ⟡

"You're my rest after a long day." Those words come to mind as your person looks at you with a release of a long breath of tiredness. You seem to be their sense of relief; your presence alone can ease their worries. Even after a long exhausting day, you can wash away their raging thoughts with your calming, gentle eyes.

“I can trust my guts and intuition with you.” They feel calm around you. Even if it's not something to be proud of, or be celebrated over drinks, they can tell you those thoughts in their mind with ease. Their words can be sharp and not quite discerning. It happens. They are tired and frustrated. Sense of judgment gets clouded up by exhaustion. But they are with you, so it’s fine. You are understanding. They can easily open up even with their innermost thoughts.

“Even if it's something negative that's letting me down, or something unfair and a disproportional situation that's making me sad, you’re there to lend an open ear.”

They might have been through rough things or unfair stuff in their life, and you seem to have been there to comfort them on that aspect. You seem to be very close or have an intimate bond with this soulmate. They might have been your best friend (they’re the best type if ever you’d also go the romantic route) or you’re the type to go through “the best friends to lovers trope”. I am reading that type of energy on this pile.

“I know you listen and won't bat an eye.” There is no judgment as to why they are an open book to you. If it's time to be serious, they’re the type to be quiet and you both master this energy together. You and your soulmate have a good synergy.

Even if life is full of uncertainty, at least they can forget for a while and focus instead on your time together. Nothing else matters as they enjoy their time spent with you. Whenever you're around, they’re at peace.

“In your presence, I am open. I am whole.”

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cards: The High Priestess, 3 of Cups Rx, The Moon, Justice Rx

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key words: taurus or virgo vibes, dinnertime, too tired to have dinner, worn-out socks, that feeling of exhaustion seeping out or letting steam out of your body when you take off your shoes/clothes, couch, movie that you don’t need to bring much attention onto, chill movie, television noise as background, leaning onto shoulder.

⋆‧˚ pile 2 ⊹ ⋅* ⟡

“I feel hopeless, I'm probably not pretty or set to the standards…” Coming off sad here from the beginning, your soulmate may be feeling inadequate. Based on the standards or what’s needed for society. They don’t feel enough or maybe feel lacking. Everything seemed so unfair and society's views and they are tired as hell of this type of self-doubt. Though with you, Pile 2, you are not the type to care about those things. You don't seem to care about the superficial. You’re who's likely to have that “F-ck it!” energy, which they admire a lot from you. You always seem to radiate that energy that you walk at your own pace, and you’re rocking the hell out of it. I think the way of passion seeps through how I write this, holy– it is obvious how very fire energy you are Pile 2 (If I’m wrong then, sorry xD). I also sense Venusian energy leaning for you.

With their way of openness, there is plain honesty as you also provide no sugarcoating towards your partner. There’s no judgment with you towards them at all. You may even have a soft spot for this person. You bring out their courage and straightforwardness. They know everything you say makes sense and has meaning; it brings value to theirs as you are critical in your views. You are the type of person they can rely on especially on these things. You like pretty things and you know that you deserve the best, and only the best. So they better believe you! That they're great, that they are the most amazing-est person in the world!

You pamper yourself and know self-care the most. It may be also because you have been often treated poorly in the past, or lack that good treatment. As to why you’re bringing that into your life more. It may also appear to the point that it can be seen as “vain” to others. Though you have pure intentions, you don’t leave out focus on the people you value. You are giving that same energy to your partner and you put them your priority. That makes them depend on you in ways as well, as you make them realize a different perspective through your personal input. Or this way, they relate to you so much that, “oh, it's not just me. I was making sense, I'm not being sensitive!”

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cards: The Star Rx, Justice Rx, 5 of Swords, The World

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key words: for some reason the feature of cat-eye, something glossy came in mind, puffy dresses, soft peachy filter (the type that has an airy blush-y effect), silk/velvet fabric, scones/pastries, safety pin, sunlit room, fire energy, venusian energy; sagittarius, capricorn, at most… alluring

༘⋆‧˚ pile 3 ⊹ ⋅* ⟡

“Let’s take a breather.” Whenever unreasonable matters occur, you are the first one that comes to mind and who they run to to talk about these things. These can also come as an unwanted situation. As for some things, it can be a hassle and quite petty for them to talk about. It can also result in a lost opportunity. But it seems natural to just be their raw and true self around you. Y'kno?– Of course, you’ll know, as they are the type who show how much they value you, even bringing on efforts in the littlest ways. It is also their way to make up on things, or simply just to show their love for you. They exude a ball of sunshine vibes.

Going back, as to why it can be quite… concerning seeing them solemn and how noticeable their eyes sink with exhaustion. Though they just stay quiet and still put their considerate demeanor towards you. During these moments you may feel them lean towards you a bit, their eyes soft as they look up at you. “Hmmm?” You can feel their weight by your shoulder– they are the type to be clingy, this isn’t anything new about how they’re acting. But there is just something when they’re asking for comfort from you. Like your presence is enough to ease them, but there’s just something else. This can be their way to initiate talking about something that makes them sulk, which can be traced on their face. And when you do talk it out. Your insight may not be what they wanted, but what they didn’t know they needed to hear.

You let them in your perspective or share other possibilities. Your words can introduce them to new emotions. Your stance on the situation will make them open their eyes in ways that they do not accept it at hand– not something they first thought of or view that way. But it makes total sense. You exude kindness with balance on discernment. With you, emotions seem to flow out smoothly like water, as to why maybe they feel oh so comfortable with you. You're the type of person that can make them reevaluate things and put their place into a new perspective.

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cards: The Justice Rx, Ace of Pentacles Rx, Ace of Cups, 2 of Pentacles

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key words: dewy, meadow, fresh air, ducks, cardigan, citrus, a stroll in the park, nature, caramel, bland jokes, laughter, water, arm on waist, flowers; preferably carnations. anything soft yellow, golden retriever, tall, taurus/airy energy

༘⋆‧˚ pile 4 ⊹ ⋅* ⟡

“I want you close to me.” As if your proximity isn’t hairs thin already, this is quite of the more… wilder type of pile. Also unexpected at most as I originally planned 3, but universe and spirit knocked me down and whispered loudly, if I may add: “don’t forget the raw energy!” This is more of a mature pile but I am keeping it appropriate, no worries!

Starting strong here as they let loose with you, they may not be their most composed self as they are extra vulnerable when a situation calls for it. Sensual was the word. And showing it in rough ways that they know can be direct to show their passion. Your person is quite well-put together and often sharp and composed. But tiredness and frustration can also do lots for a person. They are tired out or when they are erratic in thoughts, it’s the time that they need comfort the most. And your presence can calm them down (for the most part). They are the type to be self-aware though, so I can see that they are not at all violent. Aggressive? Indubitably, but in proper ways (If you know what I mean wink). This can also mean in terms of their words, they are quite sharp and precise in what they know. This is also what they are feeling, what they want and need. But mostly this pile involves the body. I’ll leave you to it!

This isn't anything new really, this is a familiar routine. You can be both night owls. Maybe coffee is a staple in your household (if you’re living in together). If not, it’s usually what happens when you're both exhausted and yet need to stay up. So you and your partner accompany each other and oftentimes these lead to deep or late-night talks.

The way of expression on asking for comfort (and neediness, ooft) can be, for the lack of a better word, nasty, where it will be filled with desires; anything stimulating— just to get pleasure out of it. This could be in topics, or with your same interest. Staying out to watch something, or to be there while the other person finishes what they need to work on for the hell of it.

After the deed is done (as supposed on the overall energy of this pile)... Even if it doesn’t fulfill or satiate the feeling (mostly to their side)... Even if it doesn't contribute to “doneness” on the supposed matter at hand on why your person asked for comfort in the first place… in some ways, it is still relief from stress or anything that's been weighing them down. Again with self-awareness, mostly they’re the let bygones be bygones. But you make them soft in a way that venting out isn’t that bad after all. In other ways, being with you is a relief enough for them.

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cards: King of Swords Rx, The Fool Rx, The Devil, 9 of Cups Rx

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key words: breathy voice, detail-oriented, chaste kiss, screen light, sighs, yawns, light finger tapping, cuddles, whispers, computer screen, keyboard typing, cold sheets, polished fingernails, books, dark/dim, coffee, cloudless sky, midnight, possible rain, unfinished snacks, lo-fi music, head pats, scorpio, virgo, water energy

⛧ about me | masterlist | #winterspiel ⚝

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bluebearial · 1 year

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A Relaxing Night

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Parts of this ended up morphing into Chapter 2 of Comfort Zone, but I think it's worth uploading on its own

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“Did you just call me honey?”

If you had ears like hers, they’d have perked right up. Today, you’ve decided to enlist her help in making dinner. There wasn’t much she could do exactly – you especially wanted her to stay away from the stove – but you made it work. You had just handed her a fork to toss some salad with when she thanked you.

“Huh? Did I wha?” She would reply, looking very focused on her job now.

“Lulu,” you begin, walking to her side of the counter. You put a hand on her back. It sinks into her fur as you give it a gentle rub. Just the contact is enough to make her tail enter a slow wag. Her salad tossing efforts begin to taper off, and she looks down at you.

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on dinner? Your food’s gonna burn or somethin’,” she says with an ounce of indignation. You glance over at the oven. 350 degrees, just as you set it.

“It’s not going to be done for another half hour, Lu. It’s not going to burn.” She doesn’t respond. You know she’s deflecting. You know she’s deflecting. She always deflects. You wrap your arms around her now, as best as you can at least, and give her a squeeze. Your arms sink into her fur coat, squishing into that thick, heavy-set padding. She lets out a stifled moan, tail wagging faster. Then, she drops her fork onto the counter with a sigh. Lupa kneels down, causing you to release your grip. Her paw keeps you close as it perches on your shoulder.

“Alright, alright, you caught me,” she says, putting her other paw up in surrender, “So. What’cha gonna do about it?” She eyes you mischievously, watching as you start to wring your hands together. You aren’t sure when you started doing this, but you wiggle your hips. You think you might’ve picked it up from her? She always does it when she wags her tail, and it’s awful cute… Either way, you didn’t expect her to own up so easily.

“Didn’t think you’d get this far?” She tilts her head, her smirk only growing in size. You shake your head, admitting defeat. You had to admit, she really pulled the rug out on you. You hear a snicker. “Maybe I should take the lead then, huh?”

“Um, sure, but what do you mean by that?” You ask, but you don’t have to wait long for an answer. Lupa is a big wolf. This, you know. So, when she kisses you, it’s more than just your lips. Her lips are big enough to cover your own, and parts of your nose. Completely cut off for a moment, you find yourself gasping for air once she pulls back.

“Did you really have to ask? I mean, I make it pretty obvious, dude. I appreciate it though. It was like, the perfect segue.” Her tail is moving fiercely now, whipping through the air. It comes dangerously close to the counter a few times.

“Watch— Please, watch out for the food!” You fret. You really didn’t want to sweep any food from the floor later.

“Hey.”With one word, she hushes you up. Her voice rumbles you to your core, stunning you into silence. “Don’t worry about that. It’s not gonna, like, burn or whatever. I’m not gonna hit it,” she continues, more softly this time, as she waves a dismissive paw.

“Now,” she says as her paws slip beneath your arms. She lets out a little hup as she just heaves you up. Being held like this makes you feel a little conscious of your size, but there’s no arguing against a wolf this big. “Since we’ve both got nothin’ to do, why don’t we just take the time to chill ‘n stuff?”

“Well…” You muse, tilting your head as you consider your options, “I guess that makes sense… I s’pose we could—”

“Great!” She answers all too quickly. Before you know it, you’re being whisked off to the living room. She takes a moment to hug you along the way, pushing your face up against her thickly furred chest. Soon, you’re both relaxing on the couch. Your hands sink into her tummy, sifting her fur as she reclines beneath you.

“So, come here often?” She puts on a cheesy grin, tilting her head up at you.

“Oh, yeah,” you play along, “There’s this girl who brings me here, says it’s one of her favorite spots to hang out.”

“Oooh.~ Like, tell me more,” she lilts. She bends her legs, shifting you forward as she crosses one over the other. You watch her get extra comfy, putting her paws behind her head. “What’s she like?”

“Oh, you know… She’s big, she’s pretty strong actually. And? She’s a real softie.”

“Ha! A softie, huh?” She scoffs. “Bet I could take her.”

You stare at her, and – you aren’t sure what it is. Maybe it’s the way she looks back at you, or maybe it’s just how ridiculous you’re both being, but you’re smiling. More than that, you’re grinning. You let out a chuckle, then she follows suit, and you’re both laughing before long.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, fully relaxing against her. And why wouldn’t you? You spread your arms out, feeling her simplistic, plush breast’s soft underside as you rest your cheek against it. Just like a pillow. “You’re such a dork.” To that, she gasps.

“Me? A dork?” The sarcasm drips from her voice. “Nooo. Like, you’re totally mistaken.” One of her paws slips down to your face, giving one of your cheeks a teasing squeeze. Her voice takes on a slightly coddling tone. “If I’m such a dork, why don’t you say that to my face, tough guy?” Mwwmmff. You know what you’re getting into. You pull yourself along, getting your face closer to hers. And—mmMMPH.

Once you’re close enough, she pulls you into a bear hug. Pressing her lips to yours, tilting her head so they completely lock. You just melt as she growls into you, evidence of how much effort she’s putting into this. She releases you, and you think she might be done, but her lips find their way to your face once more. Smushing your cheek, each one, before her nose just digs into your neck a bit. It almost tickles as she nuzzles in, finding a reason to plant yet another kiss. If she wore lipstick, you knew you’d be covered in it by now. Her paws keep holding onto you, claws digging into your shirt as she rolls over with you. The way you’re tossed, turned, nuzzled and hugged, is really making you think of a teddy bear right about now…

Eventually, she sighs, and you find her furious affection cooling down. You’re basically spooning now, with her arm draped across your body.

“Sorry,” she says with a snicker, “We just don’t do this often enough, dude.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you say, adjusting yourself so you’re leaning against this absolute wall of pubby, “Let’s do it more often.”

“Oh. Great! ‘Cause honestly, I’m not sorry,” you hear her say. Her tail slithers up your body, gently wrapping it in a coil of warm, dark and cream fur. Just the blanket you needed.

“Hey, honey? I need you to look over here for me.” That simple word was more than enough to make your head dart in her direction – and you’re greeted by a satin pink tongue. It lovingly drags across your face, causing you to scrunch up a bit. Your cheeks hurt, and you realize you’re grinning again.

“Wrrrff, oh my god, hon. I just can’t get enough of you…” She coos, giving you a loving look.

“Oh? Oh yeah?” You shoot back. You were sure you had some kind of comeback, but nothing really comes to mind. Looking up at her serene, soft-cheeked face in the dim light has you lost. Her eye, plastic as it is, still shimmers with genuine affection.

“Hmph. Yeah?” She smirks.

“Y,Yeah,” you resign, accepting defeat. You bury your face in her chest again, and you feel that nose rummage through your hair. This could last forever.

Wait. Shit.

You hear the oven beep as its timer runs up. You really did forget about dinner, huh? You hear Lupa groan in frustration.

“I wish you could just eat pillows like me,” she grumbles. “It’d be a lot simpler that way.” A weird part of you agrees.

“You think you can make me like, well. Like you?” You ask.

“…You wanna know if I’m contagious or somethin’? Like a werewolf?” She tilts her head. You nod. “…Want me to bite you and find out?” After some consideration, you wilt at the idea.

“That’ll… probably really hurt,” you say. She offers a tiny shrug, keeping her paw on you.

“I’d be gentle about it. Lemme know if you ever change your mind.”

“I’ll keep it in mind…” you mutter, “But, c’mon. We should get going.” You make an effort to get up, but she stops you.

“Do we haaaave to?” She whines. You could feel her paw hold you just a little tighter. With a sigh, you flop back against her.

“Yeah… I guess. But, hey? Once we’re done eating, we can go right back to this. How’s that sound?” That reignites her spark, and she’s offering quite the smile. You put a hand on her tail to keep it from assaulting your face.

“Deal. Wanna shake on it?” Letting you go, she offers you her paw. It dwarfs your hand, and you find it totally smothered as you shake with her. Then, she starts to pull. The last thing you see is a pair of plump lips and a long snout, headed straight for your face. Foolish of you to fall for yet another kiss.

You’d think you were doing it on purpose.

#writing #lupa #wolf #plushie #my art

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satashiiwrites · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

So I got today to write 6k and finish this chapter if I wanna stay on track…. And I got stuff scheduled all day.

This is not looking promising… maybe by the end of the week?

Tagging @quietborderline @missanniewhimsy @megasaurus-regina @monsterrae1 @westernlarch @tkwritesdumbassassins @outtoshatter @muffinsandsweets @rosieposiepuddingnpie with no pressure as always. This is just for fun and to keep me on track.

Banner by radio chatter.

From: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 10: FUBAR, Danny’s POV

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings: Buddie, McDanno, platonic deacon/hondo

Fic summary:

When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.

Tags/warnings: kidnapped eddie, first draft, NavySeal!buck, alternative universe, timeline what timeline?, set vaguely season 3 911 and I’m not giving a time frame for H50 (because it wouldn’t make sense anyway). Written while sleep deprived.

Danny rubs his temples, fighting off a looming headache. He’s been staring at his own terrible cramped handwriting for hours. Steve’s fingers replace his, and he lets his eyes close with a groan as Steve rubs his neck and temples.

“You got another headache?” Steve’s voice is gentle and soft. He’s practically sitting on Danny’s desk as he hovers, but Danny doesn’t care. They’re alone in the office, and if Steve wants to touch him, Danny’s going to let him.

“Yeah.”

“I can get you some ibuprofen or Tylenol?”

“Took some with the Alka-Seltzer earlier.” Danny will pay for Steve to keep up the neck massage he’s giving. Steve’s fingers are digging into the knot that had been forming between Danny’s shoulders, and when it releases, he bites his tongue to stop from moaning.

“You didn’t eat.” There’s disapproval and worry in Steve’s tone.

“Wasn’t hungry.”

He wasn’t.

“This has been sitting out too long now. Do you want me to order something?”

“Let me rephrase. I am not hungry right now, nor was I.”

Steve chuckles, and his fingers find another knot, working into Danny’s left shoulder that he’d slept on last night on the sofa for a few hours. He’s ignoring Danny’s grumbling like usual.

“These headaches of yours worry me.”

Danny opens his eyes at this. Steve is close—closer than he’d thought. He’s wrapped himself around Danny, and they’re not touching other than where Steve’s hands are still rubbing his shoulders, but he can feel his body heat because Steve is that close.

Steve’s observing Danny, waiting for him to say something about the concern he’d voiced, and Danny is floundering with what to say. He stupidly lands on, “They’re just headaches.”

“You’ve been getting a lot of them.”

“I get them when I’m stressed.”

“You get them less when you sleep over.”

“That’s because I sleep better at your place,” slips out before he can take the words back.

“Why?”

It’s an innocuous question. Why? Why, indeed.

He has his theories. Danny had slept better when he was still married and sharing a bed with Rachel, and he could roll over and cuddle with her, listening to her breathe. He slept worse when alone because he hated being alone. It’d never been a problem until he and Rachel had started having problems, and she’d kicked him to the couch most nights, denying him coldly.

Danny was like a dog that needed a companion or otherwise would tear things apart out of anxiety—he needed another heartbeat to listen to in the night. Sleeping at Steve’s and knowing he was just upstairs or hearing his footsteps when he got up at night to do his patrols around the house that Steve swore he didn’t do but Danny had watched him do every night he’d slept over unless Steve was drugged or concussed… there was a rhythm to those nights. They usually watched a movie after dinner or a game and sat too close on the couch because Danny was too tactile, and Steve seemed to crave touch as much as Danny needed to give it.

Confessing this to Steve, however, was probably not in Danny’s best interest. Knowing Steve, he’d have Danny moved in by the end of the week, and Danny needed just a little bit of space for when Steve would inevitably find either another woman or Cath would finally wander back his way.

Danny didn’t need a front-row seat to Steve choosing a leggy brunette or blonde over him. He was already going to be too close, and it would hurt when it finally happened. If Steve is talking to Cath, then… she will probably come back at some point. Danny hadn’t known they’d still been talking after she left him in Afghanistan a year ago to go chasing after missing villagers and hadn’t wanted Steve’s help.

#wip wednesday #family familia ‘ohana #first draft #navy seal evan buckley #kidnapped eddie diaz #buddie #Mcdanno #911/hawaii 5 0 crossover #borrowed swat characters

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Pairing: Bruce x Reader, Martha x Thomas Word count: 3,645

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Part 13 of Without Me

After dinner, the four of you bundled up to take the dogs out. Snow was the best thing for the dogs and they ran into piles of it the second they were outside. Bruce laughed, instantly making a snowball. He tossed it to Lucky who caught it mid air and ate it, making snow explode all over his face. He did the same for Happy moments later.

You smiled as you watched, loving the cold air. Your mother stood beside you, enjoying watching her son in law be goofy. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” She asked softly.

Sighing, you shrugged. "As ready as I can be." You told her.

She squeezed your arm. “It’ll be okay.” She really hoped anyway. "I'm sure he won't leave your side."

“I’ll be so lost if he does.” You admitted. "He offered to let me stay home, but that wouldn't be right."

“I agree. I know it’ll be scary but you’re great for the job.” She smiled. She put an arm around you. "You'll adapt."

You stared at the snow. “Yeah, I’ll have to.” You leaned your head on her shoulder.

Bruce played with the dogs on the dads for a while before coming over. “Present time?” He asked, his cheeks red from the cold.

You smiled and nodded, pouting as it meant your parents were getting ready to go as you had already done presents with them at your place. They still had to to Christmas with your sister.

Your parents squeezed you. “Let me know how it goes.” Your mother smiled. "We'll let you know when we're home safe." She promised you, knowing you would worry for years to come about those you love after how you lost Kyle.

You squeezed her hands. “Yes, please.”

Bruce hugged them after. “Thank you for coming.” He told them. "We'll try to make our way out to see you guys soon."

“I know you’ll be enjoying your break.” Your father chuckled. "We love you, and are so proud of you.”

You beamed as Bruce wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “I love you guys, too. Now come here and give your big sister a hug.” You opened your arms for your brother.

He grinned and happily when to hug you. “Video call me!!” He looked up at you. “Soon!”

“You got it, squirt.” You kissed his forehead. “Be good.” You said teasingly. “Or no Legos next visit.”

“Fine.” He pouted. “I’ll be great.” He muttered.

You giggled and let him hug Bruce. “Alright, I’ll see you soon.” Bruce told him. “Do all your chores.” He grinned. “Or at least most.” He joked.

You laughed with him and waved as they walked to their car. You, Bruce, Martha, and Thomas made your way back inside moments later. “Why don’t you just spend the night?” Martha asked. “We have plenty of room.” Which was an obvious statement.

Bruce shrugged. “I hadn’t thought about it. You okay with it?” He asked you.

“I don’t have my clothes, my toothbrush…” You said shyly, not wanting to be rude.

“We have extra everything.” Thomas nodded. “We always carry extra supplies for the staff.”

“And you can wear my stuff to sleep.” Bruce smiled. "We can go home if you want." He said gently.

You shook your head. "No, we can stay."

He grinned. “You could see my old room.” He told you. "And I think our boys are comfy." He pointed to where they flopped in front of the fireplace.

“All those treats.” Thomas chuckled. “Our home is your home, Y/N. Anytime.” He promised. “We’d really enjoy you being comfortable here.” He smiled. "You're family."

“That means a lot, thank you.” You smiled.

Bruce led you to sit while he went to get his present for you. He really hoped that you liked it.

Martha got her own set of gifts and looked excited as she handed you one. “From your in laws.” She beamed.

Chewing on your lip, you set the box on your lap to open. Bruce smiled as he watched you, having no idea what it was. You dropped your jaw when you saw it was a brand new MacBook. The one they had just released. Your eyes went wide as you looked up at them.

“We wanted to give you something that would help with school and your life after. Bruce mentioned you do a lot of things online, so.” Martha smiled. “We hope it’s a good one.”

“A good one? The best one!” You said in surprise and awe. “Martha, I can’t accept this. These are easily two grand.” You nearly squeaked. "I paid less for my first car."

She shook her head. “The best for our daughter in law.” She assured you. "You've worked hard. You deserve it."

Thomas nodded in agreement. “That way you never have to stress about having a reliable computer.”

You sniffled. “Thank you.” You set it down to go give them hugs. You would have been happy with anything. “I think it’s too much, but I don’t want to offend you.”

“We pride on too much.” Martha chuckled. She hugged you back.

“Well I’m pretty sure they out did me.” Bruce smiled as you sat back down. "I kinda made it myself." He handed you a present wrapped in newspaper cartoons.

Grinning, you eagerly ripped the paper off. You melted when you saw his handwriting and a picture of you both. Our life so far… It read. Slowly opening the book, there was one of the first pictures you'd taken together. You teared up as you read his writing that stated how much he loved you. "This is...wow." You smiled at him. “I love it!” You kissed his jaw. "It's amazing!"

Bruce shook his head. “No present could have better explained how happy you make me.” He blushed. You found it adorable.

Martha sniffled, holding a hand to her chest. “Oh, Martha.” Thomas chuckled. "It's like when you watch your Lifetime movies."

“They are so in love, it’s magical.” She shushed him. "It's beautiful."

You giggled as you could hear them and pecked his lips before handing him your gift to him. "It's not as good as yours…"

He shook his head and unwrapped the box, smiling as he saw a jewelry type box before lifting the lid. He lifted the chip and beamed. "A poker chip?" He ran his thumb over it. "With our wedding date." He smiled widely. “It’s perfect.” He looked at you adoringly. "I'll put it in my wallet for good luck."

You grinned and leaned into him. “I’m glad you liked it.” You had been slightly worried.

“Love it.” He kissed your head.

"Such sentimental gifts. That's wonderful!" Martha gushed. “You’re so perfect for each other. I cannot wait for what you do for our family and our family company.” She clapped. "You are a blessing, Y/N."

You flushed. “Thank you for accepting me into your family.” You looked over at her. "It means a lot."

“Of course.” She beamed, Thomas nodding in agreement.

Bruce rubbed your back. “She was terrified the first time she met you.”

You blushed and nodded.

“I don’t think we’re too scary, right dear?” Thomas chuckled. "Should we be more frightening next Halloween?" He teased.

Martha chuckled and smacked his arm gently. “We could try.” She smiled. "Why were you scared, Dear?"

“You’re...celebrities!” You blushed. "And I'm just me!"

Bruce smirked as his parents laughed, glad that you could be open with them. “We are far from celebrities. We’re boring.” Martha smiled.

“Very.” Bruce laughed. “I told you then, and I’ll tell you now, nothing to be scared of.”

You made a noise and hid in his arm shyly. This wasn’t how you expected your night to go. “Can you just give your parents their gifts?”

Bruce grinned and went to get a bag before handing out their wrapped presents. “We bought them together.”

Martha excitedly unwrapped her end neatly. There was no telling what the pair of you would get her. She beamed when it was a framed picture. "Oh, this is beautiful." She showed her husband.

“Who is that lovely couple?” He said with a grin. "Did you forget to add a picture?" He teased.

“That’s what I thought!” Martha laughed, wiping her eyes. "Very cute models."

You grinned. “You look so happy in it.”

She set it aside to open the rest.

Bruce held you close as they opened cute things to decorate their room with. “Oh, these are precious.” She said as she looked over each one.

Thomas nodded. “You were really thoughtful.” He looked over one of them. “These are wonderful.”

You grinned up at Bruce. “We did good.” You said proudly.

“Perfect!” Martha praised. “I can’t wait to set these up in our room.”

“Thank you.” Thomas smiled. . “How about you two go get comfortable while we move these upstairs?”

Bruce nodded and took your hand.

“Don’t worry. I washed your sheets.” Martha winked, making you both blush a bright red.

“Thank you.” Bruce mumbled. d. “Let’s go, babe.” He tugged you away gently.

You nodded and rushed out of there. That wasn’t awkward one bit. You tried not to think of the loads of girls that Bruce had been with while he had been living at home. That was his past, and you were his present, and future.

He kissed your hand once he got to his room and opened it easily. “So, this is our room for tonight.”

“You would have a king sized.” You giggled. You tried to push down the reasons why it would be a king. This was new for you. Letting out a breath, you kicked off your shoes.

He chuckled. “It was a nice day.” He did the same. “Now I get to cuddle you.”

“Or other things.” You suggested. “If you’re up for it.” You teased.

“Always up for it.” He grinned. “I just didn’t know if you were tired.” He pulled you close, kissing your neck.

You eyed the bed as he did and couldn’t help but blurt out. “When was the last time a girl was here?” You asked, wincing at how that sounded. “Sorry, don’t answer that.”

He smiled against your skin. “It’s okay to wonder, baby.” He rubbed up and down your arms. “I rarely brought them home.” He said softly. “I didn’t want them to know my personal life majority of the time.” He explained. “None of them mattered.” He assured.

“You don’t have to try and make me feel better.” Your tone was just as gentle.

“I’m not lying about how many there were. Cause I barely know. But I can promise only a few have ever been in here.” He kissed your temple. “But you’re the only one that’s meant something to me.”

You looked up at him. “I believe you.” You really did. “Thanks for not getting mad.” You kissed his jaw.

“It’s part of marriage.” He smiled. “I’d rather you ask then hold it in. Can you be under me now?” He grinned. “Or on top. I won’t argue.”

“Top please.” You said with a smirk, going to turn off the lights. You giggled as you heard him tripping over his pants as he took them off. “Such a smooth guy, I have.” You teased.

Coming down the next morning, you were in a pair of Bruce’s sweats and a t-shirt. You dig through the kitchen to begin making a left overs type breakfast.

“Oh.” A woman came in followed by a man. “Did Mrs. Wayne not inform us of a new cook?” He asked. “We apologize.” He looked at you.

You raised an eyebrow at them. "I'm...I'm not a cook."

The woman tilted her head. “Oh, yes. Alfred did mention Bruce and his wife were coming.” She smiled. “We can make something for you. What would you like?”

The man instantly began pouring you some juice. “Coffee?” He asked.

"I can get it, thank you. No need to fuss over me. And I'm Y/N." You told them.

“Lovely to meet you.” The woman smiled. “I’m Maggie and this is Berto.” She motioned to the man.

“We don’t mind fussing, ma’am.” He assured. "It's our job." He smiled.

“I’m not used to cooks in the house.” You bit your lip. “Can I help?” You asked shyly. "I cook breakfast most mornings st home."

Berto grinned. “Sure. We’re short staffed today so we don’t mind.”

Maggie nodded in agreement. “We love interacting with the family. Welcome by the way.” She said happily. "We've heard good things about you."

You brightened at how kind they were. “Thank you!” You moved to help them. You enjoyed yourself as you got along with them instantly. They were very easy to talk to, and before you knew it, you heard footsteps.

“Hello Mr. Wayne. I’ll pour your coffee.” Berto spoke as Thomas came in.

Thomas smiled and nodded his thanks. "I get to try your cooking now? Aside from the pie?" He chuckled.

You nodded and grinned. “Hopefully it’s okay.” you glanced at him.

“I’m sure it will be.” He sat with his morning paper. "Martha will be down shortly."

“Yay.” You handed him his plate before going to sit with yours happily. You hoped that he enjoyed what you'd help make. You always loved feeding people.

Thomas sipped at his coffee while taking bites here and there, nodding in appreciation. He'd compliment you when he was done eating. Martha soon joined you all and kissed your head as she got her tea going. “Smells wonderful in here.”

“Our dear daughter in law helped.” Thomas said proudly. “She is a good cook!”

You smiled. “Thank you.” You said sheepishly. “My mom taught me.”

“How sweet.” Martha beamed. “I love the relationship you have with her.”

“Thank you. Me too.” You nodded. “I’m super close.” You told her.

She sighed. “That’s so nice as a woman.” She sat across from you. “We weren’t close with Bruce until college.” She said sadly. "I wish things were different."

“We’re making it up now.” Thomas said gently. "Better late than never."

You nodded and smiled at them. “He loves you both.” You promised them.

“I’m assuming you’re talking about me!” Bruce came in. “Just kidding.” He slid in next to you. "How'd you sleep?"

“Good.” You nodded. “Your plate is in the microwave so it wouldn’t get cold.” You kissed his cheek.

“Best wife ever.” He smiled and got up to get it and some coffee. "So, what time do we need to get ready for the party?"

“By noon I would say.” Martha nodded. "This way we can relax and not rush."

Bruce nodded and sat by you once more. “Do I need to prep any speeches or anything?” He asked, sipping his coffee.

Thomas thought for a moment and shook his head. “Just be your usual charming self.” He chuckled. “And play nice. I know how sometimes you get a bit testy around some of the company members.”

Bruce rolled his eyes. “No offense dad, but they are dicks.” He pointed out. “And this is really good.” He complimented you and Maggie.

You beamed and kissed his shoulder.

“Those men are your future.” Thomas said. “You have to learn to deal with them in ways beyond...what did you do last year? Oh, right, ‘spilled’ a drink on one of the board members, told one of their wives that she should hire a private eye because you were sure her husband was cheating, and called them a bunch of assholes.”

You arched a brow at your husband who didn’t even look embarrassed. “Come on, we all know Jerry is cheating.” He huffed. “All they are, are a bunch of open wallets. We can make it without them.” He shrugged. “I’d hate to see what some of their dirty secrets are.” He stated. “And when they come to light, it’s the company that people are going to look at.” He said simply. “That we overlooked it, and condoned it.”

Thomas shook his head. “They are loyal, that’s all that matters.” He told his son. “You’ll learn.”

“If they can’t be loyal to the women who they vowed to love and be faithful, they’ll screw the company, too. Without lube.” He shook his head.

“Bruce!” Thomas looked at him. “Well I guess it’s better you get it out now then at the party.” He sighed.

“You don't listen either way, so.” Bruce mumbled as he sipped his coffee. “No point ‘getting it out’.”

Thomas sighed again. “And this is why I started you as an intern early.” He finished his coffee

Bruce clenched his jaw but didn’t say anything. He focused on finishing up his breakfast.

You glanced at Martha who just focused on her breakfast as well. There was an awkward silence surrounding everyone. “The hair stylists and makeup artist will be here at one.” Martha told you gently. “I can move them up?” She offered. “Get some extra pampering in.”

“You deserve it.” Bruce encouraged.

“Okay, sure.” You smiled softly. “We can do that.” You agreed.

“Wonderful.” She quickly typed away at her phone.

You closed your eyes as you got your hair washed. “Martha?”

“Yes dear?” She said from next to you.

“Do the guys always fight about the company?” You asked shyly. “Or is that just today?”

She made a sad noise. “They have always fought yes. Even when Bruce was a teen. He grew up knowing he would get the company and I think he hated it.” She sighed. “He’s very much against letting those that aren’t...decent...stay.”

“Oh. I’m sure I’ll see who he doesn’t like tonight?” You said worriedly.

“I’m sure.” She stated. “He won’t hide it one bit.”

“I’m nervous that I won’t be supportive.” You admitted. “Or that I’ll insult someone.” You made a face.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” She smiled as they combed out your hair. “I think they’ll like an outspoken wife.” She chuckled lightly.

“I hope so.” You groaned. “When I get nervous I can’t shut up.” Which you were pretty clear was obvious by now.

“You’ll get used to it.” She promised, giving you a reassuring smile as they blow dried your hair.

Bruce was getting ready by himself, eager to see you in that dress again You were the prettiest woman alive and he couldn’t wait to show you off to the company. He smiled to himself, thankful it was him that got to spend his life with you.

He carefully trimmed his face, hoping you were just as proud to be by his side. He got a text from you making a face in a selfie, making him chuckle. He took one of him half shaved and sent it back. He loved that you had a sense of humor, making his life even better. He would absolutely hate his life if he married someone boring. Then again, he wouldn’t have proposed to someone boring.

He answered his phone when you FaceTimed him. “Hey babe.”

You waved. “Hair up or down?” You asked. “I can’t decide. Your mom suggested I ask you.” You giggled.

“I have incredible taste that’s why.” Bruce joked with a grin. “I say up so you can go heavier on the jewelry.” He bit his lip.

You grinned. “That’s actually a good point. Thanks husband.” You smirked.

He lit up. "You're welcome, wife."

You blew him a kiss and hung up.

“Ugh I’m so in love!” He shouted into his empty bathroom. He couldn't recall feeling even as fraction if this for anyone else.

“I am happy to hear that Mr. Wayne, but no need to shout.” Alred joked as he brought in his pressed suit.

Bruce chuckled, smiling over at him. "So, I hope you liked your present." He noted.

Alfred nodded. "I did, thank you." You had gotten him a customized tea cup, as Bruce mentioned he enjoyed tea.

Bruce smiled. “I’ll let her know.” He nodded. “Think she’ll be okay tonight at the party? You know how those asshats can be.”

He couldn't help but smile. "I think she will do wonderfully. I'd not, I'll set her out a snack and drinks in your room."

Bruce chuckled. “You’re the best, Alfred.” He told him.

Alred smiled and helped him get dressed so he wouldn’t wrinkle anything.

You slipped on your heels once you were ready, stepping in front of the hall’s wall length mirror. This would take some getting used to. You let out a breath. “Let’s do this.” You told yourself. You went to find Bruce, knowing he'd help.

You found him reading over the itinerary and when he heard your heels, he looked up. His jaw dropped in awe. "Wow."

You gave him a wary look. “Not too much?” You asked, biting your lip.

“Hell no.” He grinned. “You’re so hot! And beautiful. And pretty. And gorgeous.” He motioned over your body.

You blushed but smiled. “I love you.” You moved to hug him. “I’m nervous.”

He hugged you back. “I know.” He said softly. “I am too. But you’re going to be amazing.” He kissed your cheek. “But, in case, Alfred is setting up snacks and drinks in our room.”

You sighed. “He’s amazing.” You told him. “I’m starting to think I should have gotten him more than just a tea cup.” You chuckled.

“We can go all out for his birthday.” Bruce smiled. “Ready to make our appearance?” He asked, taking your hand, giving it a squeeze.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Can we have a code word if I need a break?” You asked, hopeful. “Even if it’s just for a minute?”

“Yeah!” He grinned. “Great idea. Something we can say in a conversation.”

“How about I say I need to charge my phone?” You suggested. “That’s easy enough.”

“Deal.” He kissed your cheek.

#bruce wayne x reader

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lcndonboysstuff · 5 months

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Tbh I feel sorry for Taylor. It must be and feel very lonely up there where she is, at peak stardom, in celebrity hyper heaven. She has no family around, her mom lives in Tennessee, her father in Florida, I think her brother in LA? She can trust very few people because she must suspect and rightfully so that everyone wants something from her. She's mostly in New York alone with her cats, sure she's friends but they have careers and families/Xfriends of their own, they can go out with her to dinner, once in a while, but they've their own lives to live. She can go out every night with different friends but at the end of those nights she comes back to a house where nobody is waiting for her, excepts the cats. She had one true thing, a life with someone for six years, a someone who just lived her and wanted nothing from her except her, in a city where his family and friends lived nearby and could be reached anytime, they all spent time together constantly. Life in Europe is less alienating than life in the US also because of the different sizes of the Countries and mental attitudes IMO. But she felt it was too cagey for her, it looks like that feeling was mostly caused by Joe's difficulties, some she couldn't deal with and it's understandable because she's not the proper person to deal with stuff like that. She's been a child star, more used to be adored and supported than vice versa, I think she tried but she didn't have the right tools to face it, and the fact that she doesn't think she needs help in getting those tools is an obstacle to real growth in that direction. Also she has this idea, weird for a child of divorced parents, that love isn't love if it's not a thrill, possibly a secret thrill.l, love must be exciting and surprising and make your heart blows forever and ever. But that's a childhood idea, it's a love without growth and progress, love changes as we do. She might have sung and written about placid, quiet love and fighting each other's wars that sometimes means fighting only his wars but I don't think she really got what that's like, she probably just loved the romantic idea of it. So, feeling like her the current situation was too much, she wanted to leave but where do you run to, to a place empty and where the only presence is you and the ghosts of your thoughts? So enter her sudden wild uncontrollable passion for Matty, which was lived with an abandon unworthy of a 33 year old wise woman (reminded me more of the life of divas like Liz Taylor with her multiple husbands, again a child raised to fame) and more of a teenager's feelings, and the ridiculously amount of currently released thoughts/words spent for someone that might have been chasing and love bombed her for months but was really in her life for what, 3/4 weeks? And then the pain of the abandonment spent in a lonely house between concerts, going out to dinner every night again, surrounding herself with girlfriends on July 4 but always, always, ending up alone. Enter Travis. And I hope for her this is the real thing but the way it started, the way she jumped into it while being what, months away from her longest relationship breakup and weeks away from her he's the real love of my love obsession manic episode, makes me believe that if it happens it would be fir pure luck. And luck is an ungrateful and petty queen. It's very lonely being a 30/35 year old single woman in America, it must be even more lonely being her.

sometimes i feel sorry for her but recently i’m finding it very hard to, she brings a lot of it on herself. not wanting you’re dating life to be a spectacle and then liking instagram posts ranking all your exes? like who does that.

i do think she’s lonely and has difficulty not being in a relationship. that’s why she quickly jumps into things till she finds something that longer lasting: calvin-tom-joe in 2016 and joe-matty-travis last year.

you hoping it’s the real thing reminds me of something i saw on twitter yesterday. it was a swiftie being like “thankfully she has travis after this” and another swiftie being like how can you confidently say that when she always seems happy and then she’ll come out later and tell you she wasn’t happy at all. and i agree i don’t think you can ever confidently say she’s happy and she’s found “the one” you just have to wait and see

#anon

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bunbeeplays · 7 months

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 46 - Some Therapeutic Truth

Ophelia finds she's really comfortable talking to Omari, even about stuff she's never told anyone other than her gran.

Ophelia: You're probably going to want me to talk about my family eventually, huh?

Omari: Perhaps. We're going at your own pace, though. This isn't a race.

Omari: Why don't we start with this for today's conversation. What made you consider re-traiting sessions in the first place?

Ophelia: I got caught trying to swipe something.

Omari: Hmm. If you don’t mind, was it by a townie or someone you know?

Ophelia: It was Xander.

Omari: Ah. Your woohoo partner, correct?

Ophelia: Yeah. He got really upset.

Omari: A lot of klepto Sims get an embarrassed moodlet when they get caught, I’m sure it was the same for you.

Ophelia: I’d never felt so humiliated in all my life. Xander’s such a sweet guy, I hated that I made him so upset. Before, swiping was just something fun I did that felt harmless but when he thought I might have been stealing from his sister… it made me feel disgusting.

Ophelia: It was such a stupid thing too, I got mad and tried to steal something from a former coworker that screwed us over and he walked in. Of course it was the one time I wasn't stealing from some random ownerless community lot.

Omari: These things can happen for a reason.

Ophelia: What do you mean?

Omari: It’s to my understanding that Xander is the one who recommended you to this office. If he hadn’t caught you, would you be here right now?

Ophelia: No, I guess not.

Omari: Sometimes it takes a wake up call to realize things need to change.

Omari: It sounds like Xander means a lot to you.

Ophelia: He does. We have fun together. My bandmates say we don’t do it right though.

Omari: Can you clarify what you mean by ‘it’? I’m assuming you’re not referring to the act of woohoo itself.

Ophelia: They said we’re not being woohoo partners right.

Omari: Did either of them explain why?

Ophelia: According to them, woohoo partners don’t kiss because that’s only a romantic thing, but I have so much fun kissing him! And he likes kissing me too.

Omari: Hmm. Well, you two are consenting adults. If you like kissing him and neither of you consider it to be romantic, then that’s your prerogative. Kissing releases serotonin, which is why it feels nice.

Ophelia: So I’m good? My bandmates are wrong and they suck?

Omari: Well, I have another question. If you had a different woohoo partner, would you also kiss them? Kissing could potentially feel good with anyone, but perhaps a more personal connection is enhancing that urge to kiss, and subsequently woohoo, in the first place.

Ophelia: I don’t know. Maybe. I have a hard time imagining it. It’s such a personal thing, I’d only want to do it with someone I trust.

Omari: Like Xander.

Ophelia: Yeah.

Omari: Woohoo is a very intimate act. Being that vulnerable can be hard unless you care about someone.

Ophelia: Drew and Moses think Xander and I are basically dating now.

Omari: Because you kiss?

Ophelia: Well, he also stays the night a lot. And we eat breakfast together. And dinner most of the time. And he’s met my friends. And we cuddle. And he called me pumpkin butt once.

Omari: I see. Would you like my opinion as your therapist or as Omari?

Ophelia: Uh, let’s give Omari a shot.

Omari: Honey, you two are dating.

Ophelia: Shit.

Ophelia goes to the gym, without her Hot Girls, to clear her mind.

Don: Good job, keep at it!

Ophelia: Sorry, dude. I'm allegedly in a relationship.

Don: Don't flatter yourself, I'm the gym trainer. It's my job to encourage randos.

Ophelia: Oh.

Well, I'll give Don Lothario this, he is actually a pretty good gym trainer. His fitness tips distract Ophelia from her current issues well enough, at least.

On her way home, Ophelia stops by La Coppia Serena to play a melody that's been knocking around her head for a couple of days. She's always wanted to write her own music, but it never came as naturally as it seems to right now. Maybe something's inspired her.

It's midnight by the time Ophelia walks to the beach by her house. It's a beautiful night. She lays in the sand and gazes at the moon, the sound of the nearby waterfalls soothing her nerves from thinking about the conversation she knows she's going to have with Xander tomorrow.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #omari #don lothario

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beefboyandbabygirl · 1 year

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my fic timelines (for fun) !

SPOILERS FOR ALL MY CURRENTLY RELEASED FICS, just thought this would be fun for anyone that enjoys my stuff. You can kinda get an idea of what the fic is before it's y'know the full, completed thing. Sometimes I write down specific quotes I want in the story, and most of the time I also plot out the metaphors I want to use and stuff to sort of keep everything connected (but i have decided to forgo the metaphor-plotting). Also sometimes I end up changing things from how it's originally intended (just in case u read smth and ur like "thats not the way it was!"). the girl code one is soooar funny frs

*also shiver me timbers doesnt have a timeline bc its so short lol

GOODBYE, FOURTH OF JULY:

party-party sad

how yn and chan met + how yn is avoiding him during classes now, purposefully making herself late so she can sit with someone else and chan watches her intensely across the lecturehall

chan FINALLY gets yn to his house while hes getting ready for a date. theres like a semi confrontation where hes like “i can tell your lying u kno” og yn er like… “no im nooooot”

yn is soooooo depressed. so seungkwan and soonyoung and host an intervention (seungkwan is a second opinion)

chan develops a theory that someone mightve harassed yn at the party and he has heard women can b embarrassed ab that type of thing

chan finally rips yn to his house and hes ANGRY bc shes been ignoring him and shes scared and feels bad and they have this big argument (“WHY WONT U LET ME HELP YOU”) where she ends up confessing and chan realizes in that moment that hes in love with her too

super hot sex w praise and sweetness and desperation TIHIHIHIHIH

JUDAS IN THE WINDOW:

Yn comes home, thinks about chan blah blah sees him in window

Yn explroes the suburban ass town, sees the church is drawn to it. Is surprised to see chan in there WEARING A PRIEST UNIFORM. Naur. They talk a little. Sees the judas stained glass. Chan invites her to eat at his house also invites her to like church get together in 2 days

Yn eats dinner at his house, finds out he BOUGHT IT OFF HIS PARENTS WHEN THEY WANTED TO MOVE. CRAZY. A lot of tension and maybe a small argument bc of their differences and how yn kinda judges him for staying the same in the same place and how chan kinda judges her for being a whore n shit

Yn still comes to the get together much to chans surprise! She keeps trying to apologize but ppl KEEP getting in the way! So chan is like just wait here until after the thing and shes like ok lmao.

Chan and yn sex scene but first they gotta like. Talk out their differences. “I always felt a bit like judas”

“I can’t tell if its you or god I turned my back to” you laugh

He watches you with an unreadable expression. “Maybe both,” he whispers.

GIRL CODE:

at a party, yn and the girlies and dare i say mingyu find woozis book hes always writing in. after much debate, they decide to open it, and what in gods name. its the girl code. the girlies r outraged. thats for girls only. they dont confront woozi, as he has left (he forgot the book lmao).

yn and the girlies confront woozi after class in a secluded classroom. they interrogate. woozi, usually cold and cynical, cracks under the pressure of vicious angry girls and admits. hes writing it down so he knows how to approach his crush. yn is sad.

yn thinking over her relationship with woozi. yeri (roommate) is annoyed bc she can hear her thinking (outrageous). flashback to the party where woozi #fucked her and shes wondering if it was really that long ago (it was).

the girls have adopted woozi, and yn kinda thinks its torture bc now she is sad around him (and v insecure bc DOES NO ONE WANT HER?). but they coo and they love him bc hes such a sweet boy, and they’re giving him tips while theyre doing their makeup for a night out and hes writing it down diligently. he asks her if shes ok. shes a little taken aback. yeah i am.

another night of helping woozi and adopting him. mingyu wants 2 join but hes NOT one of the girls and hes all whiny and sad about it bc he does NOT want to go out with seungcheol and jeonghan again theyre mean. too bad. ur not woozi. this is for woozi and girls only. i imagine woozi pulls yn to the side and asks her directly like. i know ur not okay. i can tell. there’s something wrong. yn is like. i dont want to talk about it. woozi is like fine queen.

mingyu (who is closest to yn) WANTS TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING IN WITH THE ADOPTED WOOZI THING. hes asking her over lunch and shes all angry ab it. she finally spills that hewas writing down notes for his crush and now shes sad bc she kinda likes him and thought they had smth going on. mingyu is shook. he partially thinks the whole girl code book is rlly funny but he also feels bad. he buys her a froyo.

at another party and mingyus mission is to get yn laid so shes no longer insecure and so she can get over woozi. introduces her to wonwoo and they talk at the party. while theyre talking yn notices woozi storming off from the party and putting two and two together, she figures things probably went south w his crush. she catches up to him outside the party and hes all angry and buff and doesnt want to talk to her. a heated discussion w jealousy and woozi finally confesses by being like. ok wait and he goes into a random garden and picks out a couple of flowers and start reciting the confession script on his phone. yn is like. noar way. shes shook and doesnt say anything and so woozi starts being all apologetic like. i know its not roses and i know its not exactly the setting you guys told me- yn kisses him tihi. they kiss then have the sex. its great. jealous sex. yum.

I ❤️ DILFS / GOOD GIRL:

Bff Giselle convinces yn to go to seokmins party invite (and bring her) and also idk maybe seokmin and vernon and her as a kid flashbacks? - establishes yns character, and also seokmins kindaaa

At the party and jeonghan flirts w her haaaarddd and seokmin is like lmao stay away from her and then brings her to his room where she’s safe and they talk ab what they’ll do in the fall break and they realize they’ll both be at dorm during holiday and then they’re like we should hang out fo sho

They hang out the first day and there’s like an ooopsie moment like hm idk what yet, maybe like seokmin remembers from childhood that’s she’s ticklish and he tickles her and they’re wrestling and he ends up on top of her (sexual tension tihi)

They hang out again and they drink? and yn ends up spilling that she’s bad at masturbating…. N he teaches her while they watch porn….. hot (smut frs)

Next day again and yn is insisting on returning the favor but seokmin is v v sweet and in luv n is like noarrr but yn insists and then she gives him a blowjob

Yn facetimes vernon and it makes her feel like a whore and tells him she doesn’t want to do it anymore over text (she’s afraid if she sees him shell abandon all modesty and jump his bones) and they don’t see each other that day - conflict

Seokmin at her door. She only lets him in when he says sum shit like “I need to know I didn’t make you uncomfortable”. Then they confess their feelings and they have fr sex (also virgin mode, #firsttime, #dickomode)

i hav 2 more completed timelines, but the fics arent done yet >:)))

#personal #dickomode #why am i like this

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efy727 · 2 years

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I made a Bingo Card

Since we are a month away from the release of Return to Dream Land Deluxe, I decided to make this just for fun. Actually, I came up with this around October, but I guess is a good time to share. I added/changed a few things since then.

I had plenty of ideas, not only in the context of the previous remakes, but also regarding how the modern games had changed since RtDL. I would proceed to elaborate and rate the possibility, in my cautious opinion, that is.

1. DDD, BD & MK in hub when not used: Akin to how Ban Dee can be seen hanging in Waddle Dee Town. It could be both in the Lor and Magolor Land. I would be neat if you could also speak to them too. Chance: Possible

2. Use of originally cut content: As in stuff from the original game (not counting previous versions like GCN), like unused enemies appearing. Chance: Very unlikely, yet considering HR-D3...

3. GK fight outside the True Arena: Just wishful thinking. For the longest time I wanted to fight Galacta Knight outside the TA. IDK, the background always made me feel like he should be a secret boss hidden in Dangerous Dinner. Chance: Unlikely

4. New mode similar to HiAD & II:FD: Other case of wishful thinking. I might be asking too much, but I just like these epilogue modes; for instance, it could explore Magolor in the aftermath. Chances: Not very likely, but HiAD in SA’s final update does give me some hope.

5. Unlockable playable Magolor: That would be a cool reward, may be by getting certain scores in all the minigames, 100% or in the epilogue mode from the previous point. I mean, he was already made playable, and Festival is in the game. Chance: Possible

6. Translatable Halcandran Alphabet: I’m referring to the glyphs in the Lor’s screen. I remember seen a post expressing this same idea months ago. I think it would be cool to be able to compare the New World’s writing with Halcandran. We see shared characteristics among those and the symbols in Hyness’ clothes, but I want it to be expanded.

In a side note, I want for some words from that language too, we do see a few connections between the Switch game’s spoken languages, for example ‘Heart’ is ‘Haruda’ (‘Bastion’ in the EN localization) in SA and ‘Faruda’ in FL.

Anyway... Chances: Very unlikely

7. More Magolor!!!: Not need to elaborate. Chances: Already confirmed, but there always could be more.

8. New cutscenes related to main story: Specifying to not count the stuff related to the theme park. Anything that happens during or is consequence of the main story counts, like the potential GK encounter or epilogue mode, may be scenarios added to the repairing cutscenes akin to 64. Chances: Unlikely

9. New stuff connected to the ‘Ancients’: I’m including Hyness’ clan and the people from the New World under the term. Chances: Possible even if it’s something minor.

10. Dream Collection content: An old idea I decided to keep, with it I mean the New Challenge Stages and Magolor Race. Chances: Impossible by this point.

11. New pause descriptions for bosses: RtDL is so weird compared to the other modern games in many ways, an example: only a few bosses have pause desc. and they are relatively short, just like in SSU. I think this is a no brainer. Imagine if they remove them and pass them to masks, if that happens, I’ll still count them. Chances: Very likely

12. Updated movesets for DDD, BD and MK: The SA ones. Chances: Confirmed

13. Replace/change Extra Mode: I don’t hate this mode, it’s just weird with the other modern games in mind. I hope I don’t cause much contention; this was a filler idea. May be a little shake up, like a few new puzzles like in Isolated Isles. Chances: Unlikely

14. More allusions to Magolor’s ‘friend’: Though most agree its Marx, a few more hints won’t hurt. Now imagine if the acquaintance is a future character instead, since Mags has a time machine. Chances: Very unlikely

15. Option to customize/turn off outlines: I personally like them as part of the pop-up book aesthetic, but I’ve seen many hating them, so why not have a choice, at least alter thickness. Chances: Possible

16. Challenge Stages for newer abilities: Since they are new. Chances: Confirmed

17. New hidden rooms in MM and ExM: SA got some in the updates. Would be nice for those that already played the game. Chances: Possible

18. Chaos boss: Thinking about Marx Soul in SSU, I think it’s fitting to have this item happen even if everything else here doesn’t. With I’m just referring to a harder secret true final boss; may be another fight with Magolor, I’m also considering someone else, may be the crown alone? I dubbed it ‘Chaos’ to refer to something above ‘Soul’. Chances: Very Likely, though don’t get your hopes up.

19. Reference to RtDL’s beta versions: not counting the visuals or stuff from the original. Something like betalor being referenced in “Chaos Magolor” or something. Chances: Very Unlikely

20. Additional Stages in Main Mode: As in new whole stages, not just a room or two. May be even a whole new world. A big ask honestly. Chances: Unlikely

21. New Landia lore: Even though Landia appears in the Clash games, there really isn’t much about them besides being called a ‘Guardian Angel’, and they are not part of the main continuity. I’m just saying, this is a good opportunity. Chances: Possible

22. Voiced Adeleine by staff picked for SA: This just something I hope is the case, since a screenshot already confirms her mask has sound effects. It’s just nice seeing stuff cut from a previous entry finally being used. Chances: Very likely

23. Shopkeeper Magolor reference: This is filler, since SA already did that. Magolor is above canon after all. Chances: Possible

24. New well hidden Easter Egg: Possibly involving 86. May be cram in a third HAL Room? As long as most players don’t find out without checking a guide or by pure accident. Chances: Likely

To end this, which took me all night to write, I’ll mark the confirmed boxes. I don’t think I’ll get ‘BRAVO’, but this was fun to make.

#kirby #kirby's return to dreamland deluxe #magolor

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