#Bren loves her babies

[brennacedria]

Blue, Crystal Ball for each

(I ended up only answering for my three canon girls, but I've had notepad open with the answer-in-progress for a month now.)

Blue- How would your OC spend a single day of interrupted peace? Where would they go or who would they be with?

Elissa - Just give her a full 24 hours without hearing darkspawn and anything related to them. Then she could get a full night of sleep, preferably at home and beside Alistair but even if she's already out Questing for a cure to the blight just one good night in an inn or something would be a blessing. She wouldn't laze about come morning--too much habit to let her stay in bed all day--but she would linger perhaps a few minutes longer than she normally would.

Ria - Too much peace would bore Ria; you can't go to the Hanged Man too early, and you have to fill up the time in between. Most likely, she's engaging in Shenanigans, often with Isabela. She looks back on this day especially fondly.

Vrania - Cooking and/or baking, followed by feeding anyone willing to try her food. EVERYONE who's tried her food in the past is lined up as soon as they smell that she's in the kitchen. (Vrania's one hell of a cook, and she's WELL AWARE of how good she is. If people didn't show up she'd be insulted.)

Crystal Ball- What kind of future does your OC want to have? What would they do to make it real?

Elissa - she would have found a cure for the Blight for Alistair and herself, they'd have their heir, and Eamon would be retired far away. We… don't discuss how far she'd go or what she's willing to do to cure the Blight. Alistair knows she's working with the Architect… no one needs to know anything more specific than that.

Ria - OMG Ria just wants to go HOME. IDK what she thinks she's going to do with the Wardens in Weishaupt It's not like she has ANY pull or claim to authority over them. If there's another Blight, she can't do anything about it. Anders probably doesn't want the Wardens and they probably don't want him, and that's her only link to that part of the plot. It'd be one thing if she could work with Elissa, but they've never met and for Ria & Anders' sake they never will.

Vrania - …Vee's actually doing pretty good for herself, as of the end of Trespasser. [remember: she's an Inq agent, not quizzy herself]. She and Cullen have a little place near his sister's home* for when they're able to spend time away from Skyhold. Well before Trespasser, they had this huge wedding at the keep that Josephine insisted on managing, and they had a little girl between the events of The Descent and Trespasser itself. She'd like to be with their daughter more, but Cullen's sister is helping to raise her… I'd say it's probably 70/30 of Vrania vs Mia taking care of her.

I really need to name Vee's baby, I guess. It probably won't happen until I get an unwritten fic in my head of Ria arguing with Vee about names. (Auntie Ria is always bothered that Auntie Mia gets to have more involvement in Baby Girl Rutherford's life. Auntie Mia and her husband weren't involved in blowing up a city, even if that WAS something Vrania would have done herself.)

[brennacedria]

Lookit my beautiful stupid baby with her beautiful stupid smile in the bottom corner there 🤩🤩🤩

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juno macguffs pregnant. like our moms and teachers

[callsign-rogueone]

hi sweet girl. hope you’re doing well. was wondering what the gfs would be like as mothers?

hihi! I'm doing alright. just taking this weekend to be sick and sleepy. I wasn't gonna write bc no brain power but then I saw this ask and it felt manageable + we've talked about the boys as dads but the girls as moms is just <333

we have to start with love, for obvious reasons. she's the super fashionable young mom. saoirse is basically a carbon copy of love, and loves getting dressed up to match with her mama <3 dain looks the other way every time they come home with new clothes. and of course she's teaching her daughter tyrrish along with the common language. (and then later on dain is teaching her some of the other languages he knows, too.) because she has her daughter so early in her life, she's definitely going to struggle at first (especially given her other issues too) but after a while and some help from her village, she's taking it all in stride and just goes about life with a baby on her hip. soairse is coming with her everywhere, including strategy meetings for the assembly.

I see brennan and duchess as being the next ones to have kids after dain and love, because they're older and more settled down. she's gonna have two perfect little boys that look just like bren (any guesses on their names?) and maybe one more after that. she's also teaching them both languages, and really valuing academics / reading / etc. and of course they both love dragons, but when they get older, she and brennan are going to have a heartfelt convo with them about how they shouldn't feel pressured to become riders (because while I love to believe basgiath will be reformed by the end of this series, it's still going to be dangerous) and they will love their children no matter what they decide to do.

garrick and angel are gonna have a full house. at least three kids, probably four. (cue all the jokes about her being a life-bringer...) she's raising them to respect all living things and plants and animals, and to not be afraid of digging in the dirt. half her kids have her shy sweet personality and the other half take after garrick and his jokes. and of course she's the go-to for any scraped knees or all those other little childhood injuries that felt like the end of the world.

darling already knows what she's doing (mostly) since she's been the parentified eldest child to her brother and sister who are a lot younger than her. she's one of the people who helped love the most in the beginning, and love's gonna return the favor for her of course bc they're besties. I see her having 2-3 boys who are all sweet little mini-bodhi's. they're all raised to be gentlemanly and treat women right, because they have mister wife-guy himself, bodhi durran, as an example 24/7. darling is going places in her career, but she will always make time for her bbs.

peach is another that is on the up and up with her career as a healer, but her and sy are still making time for their kids. I see her and sy having two little girls who are just a little bit wild (they get this from peach. you'll see what I'm talking about in a few chapters). I don't know exactly which direction RY is gonna go with sawyer's injury, but it would be cute to see them kinda settled down with sawyer running the forge and her in the infirmary, and a few littles running around. they're definitely getting her mentality of "do no harm but take no shit" and like gare and angel's kids, being a mix of both parents, seeing the value of offense and defense (can you tell I'm writing this while watching a football game?)

sunny is probably gonna end up as the queen of navarre. however, comma, she's doing the work herself. she's not gonna be like those rich / royal parents who pass the kids off to a nanny all the time and only see them once a day. her and cam are spending as much time with them as they can, which is definitely helping heal his inner child from being the low-priority, third son who "wasn't important" since he wasn't the heir or the backup. and while they may be rich and royal from their dad's side, she came from nothing, and is going to talk about that with them openly and teach them to respect everyone despite their standing / not spoil them rotten either.

I don't see ridoc and sweets having kids for quite some time, or maybe not at all. they're fine being the fun aunt and uncle, especially to sawyer's kids. but if/when they do have kids... just think about rid calling a little daughter "snowflake"... it's that time of the month and I'm emotional okay

spark is also stuck in the fun aunt category unfortunately :( but I could definitely see her helping take care of sloane's kids if she has them. and she's the one all of the aforementioned kids are calling when something goes wrong and they need an adult that isn't their parents (especially when they're teenagers and are up to no good.)

[serenityfails]

early stage DATV thoughts

okay well first off here's my sweet baby angel Rin

smooch smooch smooch smooch smooch i love you little bouncing baby elf

kissy kissy mwah mwah mwah

baby.

i failed to get screens of bren before i left the cc because i was hitting the wrong screencap button. i deserve only death.

okay now the rest of the game.

i truly am withholding judgment until i get further in because i know i am in the very early part of the game. i've only gotten harding, neve, bellara, and lucanis so far. i can sense that they are keeping you pretty tightly on the rails and slowly drip-feeding tutorial shit throughout until you get everyone. that's fine, sure.

howeveerrrrr i am not a huge fan of the feel of this on-the-rails section. it feels............ mobile game-y. and i think part of that is the art style in varric's narration sections? they're trying to riff on nick thornborrow's very distinct art style that we saw previously in the games and of which i am a big fan and the replacement art style is like.... murder mystery match 3. i don't like it.

i'm trying to unclench and lean into minrathous being more futuristic and like, ye olde cyberpunke, but i'm not quite used to the slickness of it all yet. it doesn't feel dragon agey. this is something i might get over in time, or i might not. i'll wait and see.

i also don't find the music very distinctive but hans zimmer is imo a deeply boring composer. i miss u inquisition ost...

so far all the dialogue and characters also feel very flat. i am also hoping this is just because i am still stuck in the world's longest tutorial section and that they'll start to ease into being people instead of exposition dispensers soon. i know there's always the section at the beginning where they have to act like people regularly explain known facts about the world to everyone. it just feels particularly glaring here for some reason. like how many times is harding gonna bark something completely obvious at me. i heard you the first five times and also the tone indicators on the screen seem to think i'm an idiot robot who doesn't understand dialogue and feels the need to summarize every cutscene for me.

that aspect is really sticking in my craw bc the thing i LIKE about dragon age is that it lets you draw your own conclusions about what the characters say and what they're trying to convey to you when they say it, i don't want some fucking subtitle being like BY THE WAY HERE'S THE SUBTEXT OF THIS SCENE, shut the fuck uUUuuup

neve is hot but her affect is very flat and i haven't found the hook for her character that's made me interested in her yet. i like lucanis more than i thought i would, but i did just meet him. bellara gets on my nerves but i'm trying to give her time to cook. harding never struck me as an "interested in dwarven lore" person so i am also waiting to see where that goes.

so far the character i like most is.... my Rook. lmao

i sound like a negative nancy rn but i do like the mage combat gameplay despite being bad at video game combat. it's really fun. dagger and orb forever. also the game is reeeeeally pretty. i think the faces don't always look great in motion and the lip flaps seem mushy delivering the dialogue but you know what it still looks better than like any of the other games so whatever. the hair is so whooshy. can't believe they finally did it, the absolute madlads

all right i should probably sleep or something. will continue to Ponder as i play

[critter-genfic-events]

Minor Character Genfic Recs

This week, the rec list is featuring minor characters! From Kiri to Maya to Jourreal, we have fourteen fics that flesh out people who don't get much of a spotlight during the campaigns. Check them out below the cut, and if you like them, please kudos or comment!

center of attention by tusktooth (9257,Teen) Warnings: none apply Pairings: Veth & Nila, Veth & Keg

When the Mighty Nein travel back through the Shadycreek region, Veth is forced to confront the feeling of being painfully visible when she has to explain her past and her transformation to old friends.

Reccer says: I love Nila, and I think her talk to Veth here is very touching

broken not shattered by joyfulsongbird (3664,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

Cassandra, on succumbing to darkness.

Reccer says: A glorious post-canon story that takes something Matt mentioned in the CR1 wrap-up and runs with it in the most visceral way.

Especially the Lies by Operafloozy (7800,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Minor Beau/Yasha

A look into some of the interview sessions Beau has with Astrid and what is learned from them.

Reccer says: While the story is told from Beau's POV, it is very much an Astrid story and remains one of my favorite CR fanfics to date. It's well-characterized on all counts and includes marvelous worldbuilding.

Whatever You Choose To Be by A_Orbit (1338,General) Warnings: Pairings: Yussa Errenis & Wensforth

On Wensforth's journey with Yussa

Reccer says: It allows for Wensforth to have a lot of depth and background - and when fandom gives a minor characters a full background, it's one of my favorite things

Separate myself from me by wtgw (2031,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Fjord & Eadwulf Grieve, Past Blumentrio

What’s a living magical weapon without a wielder? In the Blooming Grove, Eadwulf Grieve tries to come to terms with making his own choices after 17 years, and Fjord comes to recognize the uncomfortable similarities between them.

Reccer says: It's a fantastic Eadwulf point of view

we take our turns on the altar by grayintogreen (5093,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Caduceus Clay & Cree

While in Aeor, two clerics on opposing sides find themselves in a sticky situation and Cree gains some perspective.

Reccer says: I liked it

ghost is a verb by mousecookie (1954,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

Jourrael investigates rumors that Lolth has a new champion and encounters the Crownkeepers.

Reccer says: This fic is absolutely everything anyone could want from a series of encounters between The Inevitable End and the Crownkeepers and I wish to all the gods it was canon.

I will be made a new creature, one bright day by PryingBlackbird (1619,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

A glimpse into the life of a lonely soul locked away in Vergesson Sanatorium.

Reccer says: If you like unreliable narrators and being kept in the dark initially until it all falls into place, this is the fic for you.

Looking Out of the Window by Beauteousmajesty (1382,General) Warnings: Major Character Death Pairings: Bren Aldric Ermendrud & Una Ermendrud

Una Ermendrud watches her son grow up as she works on her loom. From the babbling baby to the awkward teen, she is so very proud of him.

Reccer says: It's absolutely heartbreaking

don't be chosen- make the choice to choose by grayintogreen (3003,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Kingsley & Orly, background Kingsley/Marius

Kingsley ends up getting some accidental advice from Orly.

Reccer says: Orly is very intimidating to write, but I like this take on him!

Lay Your Bones by LadyOrpheus (4961,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Verin & Essek, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Thinking only of justice and restoring his family's honor after Essek's betrayal, Verin Thelyss finds something he never expected, an Essek he never expected. A mission for justice turns into a race against time and a family finds their world upended.

Reccer says: It's very much a Verin-centric adventure fic that looks into what his thoughts would be on Essek's post-campaign state

Benediction by Sandtalon (53587,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Maya Agrupnin & Cerrit Agrupnin

Maya after the events of the Calamity

Reccer says: It's absolutely incredible and what Maya deserves

Shopping With the Baby Birb by Beserk (6399,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Kiri & Caleb

Back in Zadash, Caleb babysits Kiri for a bit. They go shopping!

Reccer says: It's the sweetest dang thing

Lens Interrogation with Verin Thelyss, PD 838. by Operafloozy (1801,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Essek Thelyss & Verin Thelyss

Essek disappears from Eiselcross in PD. 837. The next year, scrutiny on this disappearance leads the Lens to interrogate his brother.

Reccer says: A delightfully tense outsider POV

If you liked this rec list, follow along for more! We'll be posting a new list with a new theme each Monday. Want to make your own recs? Check out the rules, and then use the form to submit!

Next week, we'll be looking for Gen fics with budding friendships! It's like 'getting together', but only for coffee and gossip.

And hey, if you're looking for more great genfic, check out all of the critter gen week creations!

[rosekasa]

🥑🐝

hi anon!!!!

writers' truth & dare asks

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

immediately my best friend @renwatchesanime ahdjsja. they would bring out their apple pen and notability and our criminal law textbook

i think id also text @jattendschaton for emotional support because i feel like bren is the person ive sent so many vns to like 'am i bad person for this?? i feel like a bad person' and bren is very good at either reassuring me im not a bad person or honestly saying 'what you did wasnt ideal but i love you and understand you and you'll be fine'

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

BUTTTTT I HAVE SO MANY 🥺🥺🥺 IM BLESSED WITH SO MANY PEOPLE ANON!!!

@mozzygan : morgan my beloved: someone who never lets anyone feel forgotten! it's such a wonderful trait to remember people the way she does, especially when she does so many awesome things day to day already!! i feel like someone's priorities say a lot about them as a person and this is so true with morgan

@asukiess : autumn my beloved, she's always cheering me on 🥺 she is such a beautiful person in terms of literally everything -- personality, appearance, her brain, her creations -- and it feels like she is so Fully beautiful that just being around her makes you feel beautiful too

@ladyofthenoodle : noodles has known me since i was sixteen and has always felt like someone i know would stand by me regardless of how active i was in the fandom. i think the thing about noodles that has always inspired me is just the insane level of dedication she has to things in her life -- her work, her fics, her friendships, everything. to me she is someone extremely purposeful and very admirable!!

@jattendschaton : brenu has also known me since i was a baby and she has made me feel so loved and safe in her presence, even back when i didnt really believe i deserved it. bren has such a loving soul and i think it really shows in everything they do. their writing, their art, their tags on reblogs, and ESPECIALLY in conversations, you can tell that they are extremely full of love. talking to them feels like getting a hug. you can't NOT feel secure with them, even if you don't feel secure in yourself.

@hakucho-art : mika is my opposite in the ways that are so important to me. she is all the ambition and fire and fierce steadfastness to get what she wants that i lacked before i met her, and the best part is it's so natural to her that she doesn't even do it consciously. she is the person i turn to when i need to be reminded to stop thinking so much about what's the right thing to do and instead just do the thing and figure out what's right later. they are so amazing in every way and literally a case study on how to be naturally successful

@renwatchesanime : ren is my best friend and is quite literally always there for me. like, i never feel like im ever in an unescapable bind bc i know ren will somehow help me out. my fav thing about ren since forever has always been their brain. they're so fucking smart that i was jealous of them before we became friends. their thinking patterns feel like they catch all the things mine miss, and they're so insanely good at connecting information together and making it make sense. they're quite frankly an absolute genius and they dont give themselves enough credit for it.

[hughesmedicine]

lil swift | j. hughes

jack hughes x swift reader!

information!!(important!)

two swiftie series🤭

ynswift

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ynswift I guess I’m feeling 22🤭

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taylorswift happy birthday sis! I love you❤️

ynswift thank you and I love you more!

trevorzegras only you would use your own sisters song as a caption

ynswift it’s the only option tbh

trevorzegras true I stan you for it also happy birthday ily!

ynswift thank you my swiftie bestie Ilym!

kyralane happy birthday bestie, I love you and we party at dawn!

ynswift guys sorry she’s already out of it😭

trevorzegras sounds about right

kryalane slapping a cake in your face later

trevorzegras could you also lick it off?

ynswift I’m cutting your tongue off if you don’t shut up.

kyralane also the answer is no

trevorzegras I know jamie would 🙄

jamie.drysdale I would not but okay

_alextorcotte happy birthday ms.swift or I should I say mrs.hughes but I love you and enjoy your big day!!🖤

ynswift not a hughes(yet) but thank you and I will once you get here!! I love you more❤️

_alextorcotte I’m almost there shh

kyralane

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kyralane happy birthday to my absolute best friend thank you for dealing with me and getting me through high school❤️

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jackhughes happy birthday babe! and kyra thanks for keeping her out of trouble!

kyralane it’s what I do best and your welcome!!

ynswift okay I don’t get in trouble that much.

jackhughes you do babe sorry

colecaulfield happy birthday y/n!! I love you❤️ thanks for the crazy years of high school!

ynswift thank you cauliflower!!

trevorzegras cauliflower??😭

colecaulfield now their gonna tease me thanks a lot y/n/n.

ynswift oops sorry 🫣

_quinnhughes happy birthday y/n! (when are you gonna set me up with kyra?)

ynswift not happening back up!🤺 also thank you!

_quinnhughes please set me up but someone needs to take that emoji away from you.

ynswift nobody can so deal with it quinner!🤺 and no!!!

_quinnhughes starting to question why we’re friends.

ynswift been questioning it since we met!

lhughes_06 happy birthday y/n!!

ynswift thank you moosey I love you

jackhughes

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jackhughes happy birthday baby, I love you so much and I’m so glad we met(still sorry for running into you) but I’m glad we did! Enjoy being 22 my favorite girl❤️

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ynswift you actually can’t do this to me, I’m crying.

jackhughes oh god okay, cauliflower comfort her till I’m there!

colecaulfield don’t call me that but I’m already doing it

brendan.brisson happy birthday y/n/n drink a lot for me pls!( still disappointed I couldn’t be there)

ynswift thank you bren! I miss you and me too, next time you and thom come and see me we’ll celebrate

thom.bordeleau summer definitely!

ynswift can’t wait then!

elblue6 happy birthday sweetie have the best day ever!! I’ll see you this weekend for our girls trip!❤️

ynswift can’t wait I love you el!❤️

jackhughes GIRLS TRIP???

ynswift you weren’t supposed to find out 🫣

jackhughes rude:(

ynswift sorry babe but it’s ellen and y/n time not jack ellen and y/n time!

[aries-2256]

sometimes I take a break from drawing Enola to writing for Enola (or Rhiannon, which is her birth name)

in this case: a will.

FYI the sword she's referencing is a magic blade she made a pact with. when she dies, her soul will live inside the blade until its next wielder takes her place.

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It feels bleak writing a set of “last words” while I am still very much alive, and barely twenty-three. Given the danger that dogs our footsteps every waking moment, this is bleak and yet necessary.

I have almost no possessions to my name, and those I do have come paired with a responsibility that I can’t simply bequeath onto someone else in writing.

Bren can have any mundane thing of mine he wishes, and I know Kalesh would refuse anything I sought to leave to him so I won’t bother.

As for the sword… Bren I want you to carry it, find its next bearer for me. I know you would protect it with your life, because that’s what you’ve always done for me. (Rhoss, if you’re reading this, let him help you. He has a good heart, even if it wasn’t meant for him to wield)

To the matter of death: should I die and resurrection fails you, don’t worry about me. I won’t really be gone, you can thank the blade for that.

I don’t know if my family had any cultural practices they honored concerning the dead, therefore I have no traditions to uphold. Just bury me in a meadow somewhere, pile up some rocks for a headstone, plant some sunflowers and some baby’s breath. I have no desire to be memorialized in any serious fashion, or remembered by anyone other than those I love.

I’m sure we’ll see each other again.

-Rhiannon

[meringuecream7]

A Lovable Hummingbird in 100 Years || Chapter 9: A Daughter Named Susie

When they were wedded, made a new house, and went on a happy honeymoon, George and Brenda’s connection was still thriving well. This time, Brenda had a round bump on her belly. She is pregnant. She then feels a wave of nausea wash over her.

  “Sweetums!” she exclaimed.

  George was writing two letters, one for his mother and one for his sister. He hears his wife call his endearing nickname and stops writing. He rushes to his wife

  “Are you okay, darling?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

  Brenda was feeling too pained to respond. George quickly dialed the phone for help.

“What’s your emergency?” the telecommunicator asked.

“My wife is feeling dizzy,”suggested George. “Bring her to the hospital.”

Then, he slammed the telephone and quickly comforted his wife.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” he cooed. “Everything will be alright. The ambulance will arrive in a minute or a few.”

After three minutes, the ambulance arrived. The nurse picked Brenda up.

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” she said to her. “We’ll get you to the hospital in no time.”

She wrapped her arm around Brenda’s back and led her to the ambulance outside. George watched the ambulance drive away through the window pane as his hand descended with each finger curling until he finally balled his fist. He went to the table to continue writing his letter to his mother.

‘Dear Mother,’ he wrote, ‘Brenda and I had a wonderful honeymoon together. We got married, bought a new house, and, well... are having someone new. I’ll write to you back whenever Brenda gives me the news. - Love, Your Son.’

Good grief! he thought to himself. I hope that my darling wife is okay.

He folded the letter into an envelope and set it aside for him to make another letter. For his twin sister. George sighed and got another piece of paper to write down.

  ‘Hey, Poppy,’ he wrote, ‘how’s your day at the jazz club? I feel the same way about you. Did you get any news? If so, I would be glad! - Break a Leg! Georgie.’

  Another letter down! George thought to himself as he set the letters aside.

  He was still worried about his wife, Brenda. He got out of the chair and began pacing back and forth.

  When will Brenda come back again? he asked himself. It’s been a few minutes since she left with a pregnant belly!

  George sighed and flopped onto the couch. Guess I’ll wait here until she comes back, he thought to himself.

  Then he glanced at the clock which was still ticking the seconds. George watched the clock tick every second as he was waiting. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier when every ten ticks the clock went.

  Guess you’ll need a little shut-eye, George, he told himself.

  And he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A day passed and Brenda opened the door.

  “Honey!” she exclaimed as she held the baby. “It’s a girl! I named her Susie by myself!”

  She glanced at her husband, who was sleeping on the couch. Brenda giggled and kissed him on his forehead. George stirs his head and wakes up.

  I think I slept for a year, he thought.

  He rubbed his eyes and glanced at Brenda, who was holding Susie in her arms. “Who’s this little dear?” he asked.

  Brenda looked at the baby. “This here is Susie. Wanna meet her?”

  She held Susie to her husband. George looked at the baby, who opened her eyes and looked at him.

  “Hello, little one,” he said softly as he kissed Susie on her forehead.

  Susie giggled as she waved her stubby, little arms.

  Golly, she’s too darn cute! George wanted to exclaim.

  “This is the best day of our lives,” Brenda told her husband. “Having our first child!”

  She then goes upstairs. “I’ll be back whenever you need me,” she said with a wink.

  With that, she went upstairs carrying her daughter.

  George had deep thoughts.

  What if I was in charge of changing her diapers? What if she causes mischief?! I don’t want that to happen!

  Then he took some deep breaths to soothe his thoughts.

  What if Susie loves Brenda and me? he said in his head as he gathered the letters. She’s just a little child.

  George let out a deep sigh as he sent the letters he wrote out of the window.

  This life with a daughter of our own will be fine and dandy.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

[ilovewhiteroses]

A Fun Game

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Reader Genre: Fluff, smut Warnings: Unprotected sex Rating: 18+ Note: Requested by my dear friend, @spider-bren🥰

Your boyfriend, Clement was never the romantic type, but with what he planned for you for your anniversary, he proved that he can be, if he wants to...

You opened your eyes and saw the rays of the sun behind the curtain. You stretched, then wished good morning to Clem, your boyfriend. You reached behind you to touch him, but when you felt only the empty bedsheet, you immediately turned around. He was nowhere. You were a little scared, even though you knew he would have told you if he had to leave early. Instead, you found a piece of paper that read:

Hey baby! I'm sorry I had to leave earlier, but I had a good reason. You know, we've been together for a year soon, and I thought I'd come up with something for this occasion. I won't tell you where I went, you have to find me. I left messages in various places telling you where to go. So you know I'm serious about this, I took the scarf that you love so much with me as a pledge.

The first place you have to go is the flower shop.

See you soon!

It dawned on you that you will indeed be together for a year soon. To be honest, you weren't much in the mood for this, but you knew that if Clem came up with something, that’s how it should be, and he also took your favorite scarf, which your beloved grandmother had crocheted for you back then.

You showered, had breakfast and left for the flower shop.

You arrived and looked around to see if Clem had left something for you somewhere in front of the shop, but finding nothing, so you went in. You looked at the many beautiful flowers, but still couldn't find anything. You went to the seller, to whom you told that your boyfriend had left a message for you. She asked your name and brought an envelope. She said that a few days ago a young man came here and entrusted her with giving this to you. You were surprised at Clem's attention to detail.

You opened it.

If you're reading this, it means you've successfully completed the first mission! Next stop will be the coffee shop, you know, the place where we had our first date.

Oh, the coffee shop! You remembered how nervous you were when he'd first invited you there, and how well you'd settled into his company later. After some nostalgia, you headed there.

In order not to waste time, as soon as you arrived, you immediately went to the counter and told the barista your name, thinking that if they were expecting you at the previous place, they were probably expecting you here as well. You were right and the young man brought the next envelope. This time, Clem directed you to the most expensive restaurant in town, where you had your second date.

You asked the waiter there if they had left something for you and you were right again. You realized that there was a person everywhere that Clem had assigned to give the envelopes containing his messages to you. For the rest of the day, your next stops were the liquor store and the pet store. The former because when Clem had a successful business, he bought a couple of expensive drinks as a celebration, and the latter because he knew how much you love puppies and kittens.

You finally received the last message, in that Clem sent you to a luxury hotel. You were a little tired of walking around all day and the only thing you wanted was to see your boyfriend. You hoped that you would finally meet at the hotel.

You found out which room he had booked. You went up, and when you opened the door, you couldn’t believe your eyes: rose petals were scattered on the floor, a bottle of chilled champagne was on the table in the middle of the room, and you also found your scarf, it was on the arm of the armchair. You were very surprised, because Clem and romance couldn’t be more further from each other, but of course deep down you were moved by how considerate he was.

You went to get your scarf when he emerged from the bathroom.

"Hey baby! You're finally here, I've been waiting for you!" he said sweetly and walked over to you and kissed you softly. You put your arms around his neck and gave him a longer, deep kiss.

"What's all the fuss about? Others do this after many anniversaries. When did you have time to organize all this?”

"Look, a year is not a short time and I thought I would surprise you with something you would never have expected from me. When I told you I was going to the bar, that's when I went to the locations and arranged everything. I also told the trustees what you look like so they would know who to hand the envelopes to. I hope you had a good day and liked this fun little game." he said and a big smile appeared on his face.

"Well, you really surprised me! At first I wasn't too keen on it, but since most places I had to go to are memorable for us, I enjoyed it much more. It was very imaginative and creative, you were clever with it!” you complimented him and kissed each other again. Clem took the two glasses on the table, handed one to you and filled them with cold champagne.

"Happy one year, baby!".

"For you as well, dear!" you said and toasted. After drinking, you put your glasses down, then he pulled you close and you started rocking gently.

"Tell me, what do you want to do next?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm, I think you know that." you answered him teasingly and stroked his chest softly.

He didn't need any more, he took your hand and led you to the bedroom. He didn't even give you time to look around, you were already pressed by him against the wall and started kissing passionately.

"If you only knew how much I've been waiting for this!" he said between kisses and took off his shirt, then your top and started kissing your chest, moving down. He stopped at your stomach and pulled off your pants and underwear, then he took you in his arms and fell on the bed with you. During kissing, your tongues met and you ran your fingers through his hair. Clem stood up for a moment to remove his pants before returning to you. You were so caught up in desire that a fog took over your mind and all you could feel was him pleasuring you down there. He always did that so well, if you just thought about it, you almost came. His tongue moved around your familiar parts, kissing you while caressing your thighs with his hands, then his fingers took the place of his mouth. He caressed you with expert movements, then inserted a finger into you and started moving it in and out. Your eyes remained closed the whole time because it made the feeling even more intense, but you couldn't wait for him to put his cock inside you.

As if he heard your thoughts, Clem's hands slid to your chest, then he leaned closer to you.

"God, babe, you are so sexy, I love the way your body reacts to my touch." he said and kissed your neck. You opened your eyes and looked deep into his. You pulled your knees up, he reached down to his cock and carefully placed himself inside you.

He was usually wild and passionate, but this time he was slow and gentle. You hugged each other and kissed each other's necks and shoulders. Your bodies moved rhythmically and gently, your soft, erotic sighs and moans filled the room. When you were both close to climax, you locked your fingers together and came at the same time …

After making love, you stayed like that for a while, on and in each other, you lovingly caressed Clem's back and hair.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening!" you told him and kissed his head.

"Thank you too. I’m glad to have you in my life!"

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[brennacedria]

If my laptop could handle it, and if it was cheap enough, I'd absolutely grab cyberpunk and a few mods entirely to play with the cc. I want to make all of my babies, but Vrania in particular and I just couldn't make anything I'm happy with in Brian's console copy of the game.

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What Next? (Revised)

Original request: random idea but what about a one shot where B comes home early from tour to surprise the reader and he finds some smut fanfics reader has been reading. he pushes her about it till she tells him everything and he then does everything she told him about in one of the fics that got her off??

Brendon x reader

Warnings/keywords: language, dirty talk, toys, thigh-riding, public sex, condomless sex.

Word count: 4.6k➡️5.8k

-||-

“Honey, I’m hooo- oh my god, baby.” Brendon’s voice drops from a sing-songy pitch to low and throaty desire; you shriek and jerk your fingers away from your clit, rolling over with such intensity that your phone goes flying from your other hand. “Well, don’t stop on my account,” he murmurs, dropping his suitcase unceremoniously on the floor and crossing the room in long strides to crawl onto the bed and kiss you fiercely.

You return the kiss, tangling both hands in his hair and wrapping your legs around his waist. It only occurs to you after that your fingers are wet, and with your legs around his waist, you’re definitely staining his sweatpants. You know Brendon doesn’t mind though; he’s always said he loves having your wet pussy all over him. “You’re home,” you whisper against his lips. “You’re home early.” You cling to him, and you’re sure he can hear the giddiness in your voice. “How are you home early?”

“Believe it or not,” Brendon teases, “they value my opinions and desires. Something about it being my band and my tour? Anyway, I missed you. I wanted to be with you. So I—”

“Please tell me you didn’t skip a show.” You know you look horrified, and he shakes his head, chuckling.

“No, love. I don’t think I could’ve gotten away with that. No, I just switched some in-studio interviews for phone interviews, did two promo shoots in one day instead of two, and hopped on a flight three days early. Wanted to surprise you. And,” he nuzzles your ear, his fingers curving over your breasts and pausing to circle your nipples with his thumbs, “it would seem I did surprise you.”

You nod and laugh, blushing a little. “I’m so embarrassed,” you admit, and he grins, hand slipping lower.

“Don’t be embarrassed. The number of times I got myself off to photos of you just this past month…damn.” His eyes darken a little. “Wait. They were photos of me, weren't they—whatever you were looking at?” His voice has taken on a playfully jealous tone and you nod unconvincingly.

“Don’t lie, sweet baby,” Brendon warns with a grin, off of the bed now and searching for your phone on the floor. “Ah, here we are.” He finds it, types in your passcode, and braces himself for whatever he’s about to see.

“Bren��” you start, but he holds up a hand, eyes scanning back and forth.

“Love…why are you on tumblr? And what the hell is Brendon Urie smu— wait, is this—are you reading—porn about me?”

He stares at you, wide-eyed. “I have so many questions. First, what does…’y slash n’ mean?”

You blush furiously. “Your name.” He looks confused, and you clarify. “It stands for ‘your name.’ It’s so the reader can imagine you’re…you know…saying their name. While you do shit. It’s a whole thing. Imagines. Also, it’s not porn. It’s erotica.”

His eyes move over the screen, thumb scrolling as he reads aloud. “‘and he groans as you arch and move under him. “You like being held down and fucked hard, honey?” You gasp your answer and he nods. “Thought so. Your pussy, Jesus Christ, so fucking hot and wet and god, I just—I might come from—fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” Brendon gasps when you come with a shrill moan, tightening around him. “Babygirl, making me come,” he mumbles into your shoulder before biting your neck as his hips snap forward repeatedly and you feel him coming, hard and fast.’”

“Well,” Brendon says, finishing reading and crawling back into bed, “they certainly got the dialogue right. You been leaking our sex tapes, honey?” He grins at you and kisses you hard. After a moment, he pulls back. “Do my hips really ‘snap forward’ when I come? Because that sounds painful.”

“I mean, it certainly paints a visual, doesn’t it?”

“That it does. You like reading this?” He looks at you curiously. “No judgment; just intrigued.”

“It’s, well…yeah,” you admit, blushing again. “I like to see what other people think about doing to you. With you. Gets me so hot, knowing I’m the only one who will actually get the chance.”

“Does anyone write stuff about you?”

You can’t read the look on his face, and you shrug. “There’s a bit out there. Most of it is the reader having a threesome with you and me. There are a few where the reader and I fuck around without you and you catch us, but you let us finish and then fuck us both.”

“Well now,” Brendon purrs, rolling on top of you with a playful grin. “That’s interesting. Show me those.”

“Oh, shut up,” you say with a laugh, arching up to kiss him. “I don’t share.”

-||-

It’s two weeks later, late in the afternoon, and you’re curled up in bed together to indulge in your new hobby: reading various works of smut aloud and teasing each other with your hands. You’ve got your hand curled around his dick, stroking often enough to keep him hard, and he’s got two fingers rubbing your pussy, slipping in only once in a while.

You’ve been scrolling for a bit, searching through different pieces for one you saved last week. When you find it, you pass your phone to him. He reads the prompt to himself; you can see his eyes widen.

“They want us to do what now?” Brendon looks at the phone screen and back at you. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Not us,” you correct. “You and the reader.” He rolls his eyes and you shrug. “It matters. Anyway, the request is: But what if the reader was teasing B in public and he keeps trying to get her to stop and she ends up making him cum in his pants and he gets pissed and punishes her or something?”

“Baby,” Brendon looks at you warily. When you look back at him expectantly, he sighs your name. “This feels like a bad idea.”

“Did you or did you not say that you’d let me play with you based on these smut requests?”

“I did—but—”

“No take-backs, Urie.” You roll off of the bed and start rummaging through your closet, looking for something to wear. “Get up and get dressed; we’re going out.”

“Honey, is this really the one you want? Is it the best—”

“Read the response,” you call out from deep in your closet. “You might be persuaded. Read it out loud.”

You hear his sharp intake of breath. “What if after B comes in his pants, he gives the reader vibrating underwear to wear and he teases her like crazy so the reader comes multiple times, and then B and the reader end up having rough sex afterwards? Oh my god,” Brendon groans. “But…we don’t have vibrating panties.”

“Yes, we do,” you counter. He’s silent, and you grin. “I saw this post last week and bought them just for this. They came this morning; I’ve been waiting for them to arrive before showing you the post.”

-||-

Brendon groans quietly, murmuring your name when you kiss his neck surreptitiously as you sit next to him in the booth. “Love, we’re in pub—oh, right.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, grinning against his skin. “That’s the point. At least I was kind and asked for a table in the back.” You slip your hand down under the table and between his legs. “You getting hard for me, B?”

“Honey, you know I am.” His voice is low and his fingers dig into your thigh. “The only thing keeping me here is the idea of you with those fucking panties on, trying to hold it together. But that in itself is maddening.”

“Mmmm,” you murmur, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Well, the food will be here soon, and you can focus on that.” He rests his head on top of yours, trying to control his breathing. “Think about the food,” you tell him, rolling your palm over him, loving how hard he is.

“I’m thinking about something else I’d much rather eat,” Brendon mumbles, fingers slipping higher on your thigh. “But now I’m teasing you, and I don’t get to do that yet, right?” You nod and he sighs. “And you’re not gonna get me off here, are you? You’re gonna make this last, aren’t you? You little tease.”

“Of course I am,” you say with a grin. The waitress comes over with your food and you smile at her radiantly. “Thanks so much!” You chirp, and you palm Brendon faster, grinning when he lets out a strangled moan. The waitress looks at him, a little unsure, and you smile. “He’s just excited about the food.”

She nods and walks away, and Brendon looks at you with a longsuffering expression in his eyes. “That wasn’t nice.” You shrug and pop a fry in your mouth, winking at him. “You are in for it, you know. Once I’ve come, it’s your turn. And I am going to torment you,” he comments with a small smile.

A thrill runs through you, and you dip a fry in ketchup. He groans when you bring it to your mouth and lick it clean before sliding it in your mouth. “You’re killing me, honey.” His voice is a tight whisper and he’s bucking into your hand slightly, keeping his upper body still by leaning over the table. “All I want to do is fuck you.”

You ignore him, and nod your head toward the hostess, who is approaching with menus in hand. She’s leading a group of six to the booth one away from yours and you grin. Brendon exhales sharply, flexing his fingers on your thigh.

You giggle, reach for your drink, and wrap your lips around the straw, hollowing your cheeks out and sliding it deeper into your mouth as you suck. His eyes are locked on yours, and he’s biting his lower lip; you love him like this. You squeeze the bulge in his jeans before stroking again and pull back off of the straw with a satisfied “ahh.” His dick twitches under your hand, and you bite your lip now, wishing he were deep in you, fisting your hair and telling you he’s about to come.

You lean in close to tell him this, lashes fluttering, and he twitches under your touch again. “Or in my mouth,” you add offhandedly. “Throbbing in my mouth as you come, spilling down my throat, praising me as I swallow.” His breathing catches and you smile. “You’d like that, baby? Coming in my mouth, watching me take your cock in between my lips and swallow all of your cum?”

“Shit, you know I would.” He breaks the rules and slips his hand back between your thighs. “And I think you would too, you dirty little thing. You love sucking me off, love how I fuck your mouth, don’t you?” You nod, trying to keep calm, rubbing him frantically. “You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” His lips are near your ear, and you shiver. “Because I’m thinking about how easy it would be for you to slip under this table and take my cock in your pretty mouth and finish me off with that soft, wet tongue of yours.”

“We’re not alone anymore,” you point out, and he shrugs.

“You wanted to make me come in public. The public has people. I knew that going into this whole plan.” He grins and moves his hand from your pussy and presses your palm onto him more firmly. “I know your little request said I was supposed to try to get you to stop, but I really couldn’t care less right now. So fucking close, so hard for you. Finish me off, honey.”

“I’ll remind you,” you say in a breathless voice, “the request also said you had to come in your pants.” He nods, and you glance at him, rubbing and stroking him with the firm pressure he’s made. “You still want me to?” He nods again, letting his head fall back against the booth edge. “Say it.” You press closer, so your mouth is against his ear and your hot breath sends shivers through him.

“I want you to make me come,” he whispers, chest rising and falling sharply. “Right here. Right now.” You squeeze him sharply and he moans, low in the back of his throat. “In my pants. Finish me off, make me come in my pants.” He looks at you desperately, hips rocking under the table.

“Well, I did say I was going to make it last and not get you off here, but since you asked so nicely,” you murmur, shifting slightly so you’re pressed against him more fully, your head nestled into his shoulder. “Come for me.” Your hand is flying, curved over the bulge in his jeans, fingers curled around him so you’re squeezing and stroking and palming him all at once. “You’re so hard; you’ll feel so much better once you come for me, B.” He bites his lip and lets out the tiniest groan, his rhythm faltering. “Yes, baby,” you encourage, tongue flicking his earlobe before whispering to him, “that’s it. Come. Think about me down on my knees, begging for you. I want your cum, Bren. Your pants are so tight, but just pretend you’ve got your cock buried in my tight pussy instead; that’s it, thrust a little and think about fucking me, think about me taking every inch of your cock before I get every drop of your cum. Fuck my cunt, give it to me—”

“Oh god,” Brendon whispers, reaching down and grabbing your wrist to hold your hand in place as he rubs himself roughly against your palm through his jeans. “Oh god, tell me,” and his eyes are wild.

“Come for me, Brendon.” His eyes slide shut, his body goes rigid, and you can feel his length pulsing under your touch. “That’s it, come for me,” you murmur in his ear before sinking your teeth into his earlobe and tugging. He gasps, unable to stifle it, and you press your free hand over his mouth. “No noise; people will notice,” you remind him, and he nods, eyes blazing above your hand.

“Fuck,” he whispers when his hips finally go still. You move your hand and lean in to kiss him softly. “Fuck, honey, that was…” he shakes his head a little. “So glad I’m wearing black jeans.” You move your hand off of his dick and grin, walking your fingers up his length and rubbing your index finger where you know the head of his cock is pressed. You let out a soft sigh when you find the wet spot on the denim and press slightly. “Fuck,” he hisses, trapping your hand. “Don’t start again.” You pout and rub the spot teasingly. Brendon arches into your touch, murmuring, “Love, you know it’s my turn.”

“Mmmm,” you agree, wriggling in your seat. “Should I go put my panties on, B?”

He eyes you suspiciously. “Don’t you mean change your panties? To the vibrating ones?”

You grin and shake your head. Brendon inhales sharply and presses his fingers back between your thighs. “You mean—fuck, I can feel you. Yeah, go put those panties on and let me tease you.” You slip from the booth and wiggle a little, looking over your shoulder and winking. “Go,” he mouths, grinning. “And hurry back.”

-||-

“Ooh,” you whimper as you sit back down. He looks at you curiously, and you shift to get comfortable. “I may have spoiled myself,” you admit, and Brendon raises an eyebrow. You pull up a picture on your phone and pass it to him. “This is what I got us.” He groans low in the back of his throat and stares at you.

“You mean to tell me…”

You nod, grinning and passing him the tiny remote. “You dirty little thing,” he murmurs, shaking his head, but his eyes are dark, and he’s toying with the remote in a way that already has your heart racing. Although, admittedly, that could be the three inches of curved silicone currently pressing into you. He presses a button, and you whimper when it starts vibrating, your nails digging into his thigh. “I’m gonna make you come so many times, baby.” His voice is low, and his eyes are fixed on yours. You know he’s going to keep that promise.

“Can you hear it?” You hiss the question, biting your lip. He shakes his head, eyes heavy with lust. “Okay, good.” You shift in your seat again, pushing the vibrator deeper—you rock forward so it’s pressing where you need it.

“Move to the other side of the table, sweet girl.” His voice is husky with desire, and he’s rubbing your thigh. “I wanna watch my dirty girl get off, wanna see the moment you come in your panties for me.” You nod and scramble up, and as soon as you’re standing, he hits the button again so the vibrations amp up; you gasp, your legs shaking. He looks concerned, and so does a woman at the other table.

“I’m okay,” you wave her off. “Leg fell asleep. Hate that, don’t you?” The other woman nods and smiles sympathetically as you slide into the booth.

“Jesus,” you whisper, reaching across the table for his hand. “It’s right where I need it; holy fuck Brendon, it feels so good.” You grab your plate with your free hand and pull it over, raising your burger to your mouth. He looks at you, amused, and you close your eyes. “Trying to focus on food,” you tell him and he chuckles, turning the vibrations down. “Thank you.” You sink your teeth into the burger while Brendon watches.

“How can you possibly be thinking about food? All I can think about is your pussy, clenching around that vibrator, your cunt fluttering so nicely the way it does when you’re about to come on me…goddamn, I wanna make you come.” He takes a bite of his own burger now, chewing.

“You’re gonna,” you tell him, spreading your legs slightly under the table. “So fucking hard.”

-||-

You’re breathing erratically, fingers clenched around the edge of the table, and Brendon turns up the vibrations even higher. “Hold it together, honey; I’m getting the check. Act normal when she comes over here.”

You whimper, letting your head rest on the back of the booth. There’s no accommodating the toy; legs spread wide or pressed together, it doesn’t matter: it’s deep inside you, buzzing insistently and pushing you closer and closer to climax. Brendon hands the waitress his card, and she glances down at it, her eyes wide.

“You are —oh god, I thought you were —I told myself it wasn’t—oh my god I’m so embarrassed but—I’m a fan,” and the poor girl is babbling, and you’re digging your nails into your thighs. You do not want to be rude to this girl; you cannot be rude to this girl. Holy fuck though, you need her to leave, so you can come. Brendon glances at you, and you know he can practically read your mind.

He turns back to the waitress and smiles. “That’s so kind. Thank you! I love meeting fans.” He strikes up a deeper conversation with her while he presses the remote again under the table.

You cannot react; you want to scream and writhe and buck wildly against your hand, his hand, anything, but you can’t. You focus on taking deep breaths. He’s talking with her, and she’s smiling so widely. You’re happy for him; he does love meeting fans, and you’re happy for her too: he and his music clearly mean a lot to her.

Brendon drops the remote on the booth bench and slides out to take a photo with her. You need the distraction, so you offer to take it and reach for her phone. “Thanks, love,” Brendon murmurs with a wink at you. Now she’s turning to you, talking about how much she admires you, and all you can think about is how she’s so sweet and so nice, but you need her to go away so you can come.

“But I’m babbling,” she realizes and blushes deeply. “I’m so sorry. I’ll just go get—thank you so much—I mean—okay, I’ll be back.”

“She’s sweet,” you say to Brendon, and he nods with a small smile. “We gotta go once she’s back though; I’m right there.” He looks at you sympathetically and turns the vibration off. “Hey!” You protest, hips twitching slightly. “I didn’t say stop.”

“No, you didn’t,” he agrees. “But I’m saying it. I think you need me to stop.” The waitress brings his card back with the two slips and she thanks him again before going to check on the other table. He leaves a large tip, signs with a flourish, and writes her a quick note on the back of the customer copy, signing again. “Let’s go.” He stands and offers you a hand, which you gratefully accept, seeing as your legs are still shaking.

-||-

“Pull over,” you order, gripping his thigh. Brendon guides the car off to the side of the road, letting it disappear into the cluster of trees as the sun sets. “Hold still.” You unbuckle and climb over the center console, settling in his lap with a sharp whimper. “God, it feels so good.” Brendon is grinding up into you while he kisses you hungrily. Every thrust sends the toy momentarily deeper, and the curve means it’s vibrating right against your G-spot. “B, I’m gonna come,” you murmur against his lips, moving urgently against him.

“Do it,” he groans, tugging at your hair. “Want you shaking and squealing, coming hard on that toy. Pretend it’s my cock; soak it, baby.”

You bear down right as he thrusts up, and your entire body tenses. With one hand in his hair and the other clawing at the window, you’re shrieking as your orgasm rocks through you. It’s like you’ve forgotten how to breathe; your head is spinning and your vision is speckled; you’re trembling on top of him, gasping for breath, and you kiss him urgently. “Fuck,” you manage, resting your forehead against his and laughing a little. “That was intense.”

“Intense to watch too,” Brendon tells you, stroking your hip with his thumb. “So damn good to watch.” You’re still squirming in his lap from the vibrations, and he reaches for the remote. “Should I give you a break?”

“Probably,” you admit. “I’d like to say no and keep going, but I probably need a break.”

-||-

You’re at the traffic light before you’d turn toward your house when Brendon turns the vibrations back up. You instantly grip his thigh, back arched and heart racing. Instead of turning left toward your neighborhood, he turns right. “Where are we—”

“Just wait.”

You close your eyes, taking shallow breaths, and you wonder if he has any idea how worked up you are. He must know what he’s doing; you’ve been married long enough to know the effect you have on each other, and Brendon particularly knows how needy you get when he teases you.

“Love hearing you breathe like that,” he comments. When you crack one eye to look at him curiously, he pats your thigh affectionately. “Those quick little breaths. They tell me you’re so on edge, so close to coming for me. My dirty baby, tense and achingly wet, ready to thrash and scream and totally let go as soon as I give her permission.” His thumb moves in slow circles on your inner thigh now, and you whine.

“Don’t worry,” Brendon murmurs. “I’m going to let you come.” With that, he parks, and you open your eyes.

You’re not in your driveway. You sort of anticipated that, considering he took the opposite turn, but you’d hoped he was just taking the scenic route. Instead, you’re outside of his favorite bar. You groan. “Brendon, I thought we were going home. I can’t. I can’t take it much longer. I need to go home.” He opens his mouth, and you cut him off, knowing what his argument is going to be. “It didn’t say mine had to be in public.”

He smirks, patting your hand. “Still, it was implied. But okay, fine; I will let you come at home if we get a quick drink. One drink, then I’ll take you home—okay, my love?”

It sounds manageable; you agree and let him guide you into the bar. His hand is warm on the small of your back—all you can think about is the warmth of his hands all over your body when he’s got you naked. Even when you’re both rushing, his touch is always purposeful and intimate. He manages to make every touch feel like he’s in utter awe of your body; he never takes for granted the opportunity to touch you and caress you.

“This way,” he murmurs, stroking your hip with his thumb. The owner maintains a small, private section in the back for his more famous clientele, and while you and Brendon don’t always use it, you’re glad he wants to get you somewhere private.

“Let me get the drinks,” you offer. “It’ll give me something to focus on.” He shrugs and nods, passing you his card. You keep it tucked in your hand as you cross back to the main area; you approach the bar and the owner behind the bar catches your eye, nodding.

“Oh motherfucker,” you hiss, clenching your thighs. Brendon’s obviously hit the button three times and you’re barely able to stay standing, let alone speak. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself against the bar, as the owner approaches. You order quickly, squeezing your thighs together tightly and praying internally. You’re shaking when you return to the booth in the back where Brendon has settled, his whiskey visibly moving in the trembling glass you’re holding.

“Baby,” he says soothingly, reaching for your hand. “You’re shaking.” You nod, biting your lip and taking a large swallow of your vodka and cranberry. “We’ll go home soon, I promise.”

The bar is filling up with more people, and you groan under your breath, closing your eyes briefly. “Or,” you murmur, “ we could stay.”

He looks at you, one eyebrow raised, and you continue. “If we leave, we have a car ride separating us from bed.” You squeeze his hand. “But if we stay…” You nod your head towards the bathrooms with a wicked grin.

“I love you far too much to fuck you in a bar bathroom,” he comments, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “But I also love that you want it that badly. Let me take you home.” He knocks the rest of his drink back and gestures for you to do the same. “Come on.” He pulls you to your feet and clicks the button again, making your knees buckle. Brendon quickly wraps an arm around your waist, practically holding you upright.

“Almost there, baby. I’ll get you home safe and sound.” You’re audibly whimpering and clinging to him, and the minute you’re outside, you start begging him to let you come. “You’ve been so good,” Brendon mumbles into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “My best girl; I don’t think I can make you wait til we’re home.”

When you’re both in the car, Brendon reaches down between his feet and shoves his seat back. “Come here,” he tells you, and you crawl into his lap, reaching above you to manually turn off the interior lights. It’s dark out now and no one should be able to see you.

You straddle his thigh and rock tentatively, moaning when the vibrator presses deeper into you. “That’s it, honey; ride my thigh, fuck yourself,” he encourages, hands sliding up your back. “Let me hear how good you feel. Let me watch you come.” You whimper, shifting on his thigh so the silicone piece is angled perfectly and you start moving again, kissing him. “So sexy,” he moans into your mouth. “So fucking sexy.” You nod, so close that you’ll agree to anything. “Gonna come? Gonna come in those pretty panties? Gonna let me take you home and fuck your hot, wet cunt?”

“God, yeah,” you moan, pressing down against his thigh and grinding against it hard. “Fuck me, Brendon, fuck me, please— oh shit yes!”

“Only if you center yourself on my cock, pretty girl.”

You straddle him fully and rub yourself along his hard length. He’s gripping your hips and thrusting up against you desperately, and you tug at his hair. “Turn it up higher, fuck me hard, I can take it, Bren—please!” He does, and you scream, biting at his neck, writhing and thrashing as you come. “Oh my god, oh my god,” you chant, licking over the bite marks, hands moving over him. “Feels so good in my pussy; fuck, Brendon, give me more, more—I can take more,” you beg, and he obliges, kissing you fiercely when you cry out again.

Finally, you slump against him and bury your face in his chest. “I need you to take me home and fuck me for real, just give me your cock,” you whimper, clawing at his shirt, and he lifts you off of his lap, murmuring how he’s going to get you home and take care of you.

You settle back into your seat, shaking and trembling, staring at him longingly. “Don’t turn it off,” you groan when you see Brendon reaching for the remote. “Don’t you dare.”

-||-

“Bed,” he orders, placing you back on your feet. He’d carried you upstairs, both arms wrapped tight around you while you moved against his stomach, making yourself come again with a loud squeal.

You scramble for the bed; he shoves his jeans down and pulls his shirt off over his head. “Now,” he purrs and straddles you. You go limp and let him strip you, both of you moaning when he tugs your jeans and the panties down. “These are fucking soaked,” he groans, and you kick them off of you and onto the floor. “My dirty girl, coming in her panties for me.”

You nod, hips bucking, desperate for more contact. You need him. “Hands and knees,” Brendon tells you, and you turn onto your stomach with a happy sigh, gasping when he grabs your hips and pulls them back sharply, so your chest is pressed to the mattress. “Head down on the pillow and hold on, baby.” You love when he takes you like this; he’s able to get so deep and go as hard as you both want.

Brendon slaps your ass lightly, making you squeal, and then pushes into you. You both moan again—teasing each other all day was fun, but you’ll never get tired of having him inside you.

“So fucking wet,” he groans, reaching around to rub gently at your clit. You sigh happily, grinding back against the base of his cock.

“So fucking big,” you say, and he bites your neck, laughing a little. “Fuck, no really. You’re much bigger than what I’ve had in me all night. Longer, and—oh god,” you groan, “thicker, and—fuck me, Brendon, you feel so good—just hotter. Goddamn I love your cock. Love you, B.”

“I love you and your pussy too, honey. Shit,” he grunts, fingers digging into your hips. “So fucking much. Gonna come again, for you.”

“Come in me, please,” you beg. “It’s been so long; come in me, fill me, claim me, take me.” He groans above you and rocks against you harder. “God, you’re so—I’m gonna come all over your cock.”

“Do it,” he encourages breathlessly. “Do it. Be a good girl and come on my cock.” You let out a shrill moan and shove yourself back against him, bracing yourself with both hands flat on the mattress. “That’s my good girl, fuck.” Brendon is breathing hard now, and his hand slips down your thigh to rub at your clit more forcefully the way you love. “Be my good girl and come for me. Set me off by clenching your pussy around me and make me come.”

“Oh—fuck!” You don’t mean to shriek, but his fingers on your clit and his words and his cock—it’s all too much, and you feel yourself clamping down hard around him. He swears too and has to double his force to thrust against you.

“Now, now, now,” you chant, reaching behind you to tug your own hair. “Fuck me, I’m coming, coming for you, oh god Brendon, fuck my cunt, yes!”

“Fuck,” he grunts, groaning your name and thrusting once more before you feel him, a warm feeling that spreads and fills you. “God,” he moans, rocking against you sporadically, rhythm long gone. “I fucking love coming in you.”

“Baby,” you whimper, rolling your hips back to try to take him deeper, let him fill you more. “Brendon, I want it all.”

“My good girl wants all my cum, huh?” His voice is tight and he rocks forward once more, gasping as the last of his climax rolls through him. “Fucking love you,” Brendon moans, stilling inside of you. “Oh god, I love you so much, my perfect girl.” He pulls out of you slowly, and you whimper, letting your hips hit the bed. He drops onto his stomach next to you and pushes your hair out of your face. “Holy fuck,” he whispers and you nod, body still trembling. “You’re incredible.”

“The same to you, Bren,” you say with a soft smile.

Despite your mutually sweat-and-slick-covered bodies, he pulls you against him, both of you breathing hard. You’re both quiet for a moment, and he kisses the top of your head. “So,” he says, fatigue creeping into his voice. “My dirtiest, best girl. What’s next?”

“What do you mean? Next we sleep,” you tell him, a bit incredulously. “Or shower. Or both. Both would be good, actually.”

He chuckles and stands, crossing the room to your purse and grabbing your phone. He unlocks it again and goes back to tumblr, dropping the phone next to you. You look up at him, and he grins down at you with sparkling eyes. “No, honey, I know that. I mean…when we wake up and have recovered. What next?”

[snomoscribbles]

Hi Bren!

I've been messing around with your Nanui bot and I've been using my Litx persona with him!

I love Nanui sm-😩 so stinkin' sweet and cuddling!!💞

Anyway! I wanted to tell you that somehow Litx and Nanui had a baby and her name is Tompa (Rain) because she was born during a rainstorm and stuff!✨

THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE OMG THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME IM GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING IT <3

[callsign-rogueone]

https://www.tumblr.com/callsign-rogueone/746157861837668352/if-anyone-wants-me-to-answer-some-or-all-of?source=share

2, 8 and 18 with Brennan and duchess if you want to? Don't feel pressured 😊 I hope you have a nice day

hihi! it took me a while but here they are! I got asks from a few different people so I'm combining them all here. words: 1.6k (I got a little carried away lol) 🏷: I don’t think there’s any spoilers for the books in here, just for Bren and Duchess’s chapters that I’ve already posted, and some hints about what’s to come for them. I tried this in second-person (you) this time, which was a little awkward (telling you how you feel about things?) but I think I made it work. 

2. What do they find attractive in each other now?

I have waxed poetic on multiple occasions about how much Brennan loves your hair. but also that gorgeous, dark accent of yours that comes out when you speak in Tyrrish with him and when you say certain words in the common language, and the way you smile, and your hands, the hands that contain magnitudes: capable of such tenderness, but that can also start fires (and that the left one bears a wedding ring…), and honestly literally everything about you. the man is obsessed.

you found him cute when you first met, but in those years you spent at Basgiath, he truly went from a boy to a man. he was already fit, but the muscle he gained, and the confidence… the confidence was everything. that, and the scruff. the scruff. you’ve hidden his razor on multiple occasions to keep him from shaving. and the hand thing goes both ways. they’re just so nice to hold, strong, and bigger than yours, and the things they’re capable of… (more than just mending 👀) and his eyes, that gorgeous light brown and the stars reflected in them when he looks at you.

your dedication -- to the marked ones, to your culture, to dragonkind, to everything you do. that regalness you possess, even in dirty flight leathers. your kindness, how good you are with children (and baby dragons)... he could go on. 

his respect and knowledge of tyrrish culture, him knowing the language, and it (mostly) being something only the two of you know, his commitment to the revolution, his strength -- not just the physical, but the emotional and mental and all the other kinds too. the man has been through more than anyone you know. how kindhearted he is -- he literally manifested a mending signet due to his need to care for his sister and to help others. 

3. What would they never want to change about the other one?

literally any of the above. 

4. What do they wish they could change about the other one?

I want to say nothing, but that’s not realistic and also not fun. definitely not anything physical, but maybe some of the other’s tiny habits that just grind your gears? maybe how stubborn both of you can be. little things.

5. What’s something that could make them break up?

y’all are never not ever getting divorced. I will not allow it. til death do you part, baby. you’re both stubborn but logical and rational people. any arguments are going to be resolved with a lengthy discussion and a set of terms you agree on going forward. however, comma, I do have an argument scene (or two) planned for one of the future chapters and it is going to hurt. I’m sorry in advance.

6. What’s keeping them together?

mutual admiration and adoration (see above), and all the shit you’ve been through together -- neither of you are ever letting go of the other, not after all that, after he literally died.

8. Do their families like each other?

I have yet to reveal mama sorrengail’s opinion of her daughter in law (and I'm not going to spoil that!), and you never met Brennan’s dad either.

I have a short scene written out where you bring him home for the first time shortly after the battle of Aretia, and your parents adore him 🥺 you told them all about him in letters home, and they’re so glad you’ve found someone who loves you this deeply. they immediately see that he’s an upstanding guy with a big heart and a natural leader, and they wouldn’t want anyone else to share the title with you.

Brennan is tied for #1 on my list of ‘best FW boys to bring home to mom and dad’. he’s going to make an excellent impression; eldest son, responsible military leader, gentleman, raised right, looks at you like you’re the center of the universe…

9. How does being around each other make them feel?

in a word, safe. you’ve endured so much together, and somehow always made it through. you’re leading a revolution, there’s dark magic on the loose, and you work with dragons; danger is ever-present, but you feel like nothing can hurt you if you’re together.

10. How does being separated make them feel? and 11. How long can they go without seeing each other before starting to miss the other one?

you both start getting nervous after a day or two, but you’re reassured by the tracking and protection runes that the other is wearing, and the wedding rings that tie you together. Your connection to Marbh and the rest of the riot also helps, though that only stretches so far -- if you’re more than a day’s flight away, it doesn’t work. 

Bren gets particularly irritable after a few days, but those closest to him know not to take his sharpness personally when the missus is out of town, especially if she’s in Poromiel on business; the revolution may be allied with the gryphon fliers, but that doesn’t mean he trusts them with his woman.

14. Has their relationship ever been long-distance?

this one is interesting. I’m gonna say no, but with some technicalities. you both went straight from Basgiath to the Lewellen outpost (closest to your home in Tyrrendor). you were a wingleader and were allowed to choose, and he was assigned to the same place (what are the odds?)

following your surrender to the revolution, you do a fair bit of traveling, mainly back and forth to Trivanne to see your parents and deal with the political obligations of being in line for the title, and regrettably, to Poromiel, to deal with the viscount, hence Drake Cordella being in love with you lol. (sorry, pal. you’re ten years too late). so I wouldn’t call it long distance, but you’re used to being apart for a week or so at a time every now and then. and when you return, you’d better believe he’s not letting you out of his sight for a full day hehe 🤭

15. Is one of them way more invested in the relationship than the other?

no. you’re pretty equally in love (see also: obsessed) with each other. 

16. How happy are they about their relationship?

over the moon. you can’t imagine life without the other, and you don’t want to. sometimes the both of you feel a little guilty for being so happy together when all this terrible stuff is happening around you, but you need this -- you need an escape, a safe place, and you’re that for each other.

17. How good are they at communicating their needs and preferences to the other?

I touched on this briefly in my “braids” headcanons, but I didn’t get too far into it: Brennan is the eldest son of the family, his parents worked demanding, high-stress jobs and they were constantly moving. to me, that means he was placed in charge of his sisters often, and made responsible for them like a third parent (something that happens very often in this kind of situation, unfortunately). he’s a caregiver through and through, and this manifested in his signet as well. I think he was unused to people caring for him at first, that it felt wrong or weird, but he got used to it quickly enough, and now he’s unafraid to walk into your room after a long day, pull off the flight jacket with the Lieutenant Colonel’s insignia, and ask for cuddles / attention / etc. he loves having his hair played with, btw. 

this was something you also had to work on; you recognized Brennan’s endlessly-giving personality and were scared to take advantage of that, to ask him to take on even more responsibility on top of his work as a mender and a revolution leader (see “this is me trying”.) but he’s made it abundantly clear that he wants to take care of you, and that he wants you to tell him when you need him; that’s what he’s here for. you and your safety and health are his first priority, always. 

18. How good are they at respecting each other’s boundaries?

there aren’t many boundaries that you’ve set between you, being a married couple who work closely together, but the few you do have are taken seriously, including when/where/how you argue. you can bicker all you want in the assembly room, or anywhere else in Riorson house, but not in your shared room. and you aren’t going to go to bed angry -- which has made for some late nights in his office, pacing back and forth and arguing until you don’t even know what you’re mad about anymore -- and then spending an hour making up, hehe. that post-fight sex hits different. and you can’t leave Aretia without resolving an argument. the one time you did, it nearly broke both of you; you were away longer than expected, and when you finally reunited, you both apologized profusely (some tears involved) and promised to never do that again. it’s already hard being away from the other, but it’s unbearable to be away from them knowing your last words to them were in anger.

I didn’t even answer the question lmao but yes, the boundaries are respected and strictly enforced unless it’s a matter of life and death -- and in that situation, or any situation where the other person’s safety is in question, boundaries be damned. you can apologize for overstepping later; right now, you’re focused on making sure your partner is okay.

[serenityfails]

i have played DAI w/ different inquisitors but i tried once again to start a new game with new choices and i was dragging my heels until i just fully recreated bren and started her game over again and suddenly i was playing FEVERISHLY bc i love my little baby daughter so much.... gay........... also doing revisionist history (getting the mission to contact the warden started way before leaving alistair to die so i can actually give him the letter. yes i want to kms thank you)