#I made it on a spur of the moment a while back and well...I haven't touched it in forever =w=;;;

[siixkiing]

When you completely forgot you had a FMA RPC account 8D

[mononijikayu]

the dragon and the maiden fair — gojo satoru.

Kneeling before you, Satoru worshiped at the altar of your body with reverence, his mouth and tongue offering devotion. Your moans, sweet music to his ears, spurred him on. You gripped the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The sensation, whether painful or not, thrilled him to the core. He liked the pleasure of pain. He liked it rough, as you well know.

Genre: Alternate Universe — ASOIAF

Warning/s: Alternate Universe, R-18, Smut, Explicit Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Romance, Servant!Reader, Targaryen Prince! Satoru, Pet Names, Fluff, Praise, Breeding, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie Possessiveness, Mentions of Historical Notes, Mentions of Body Parts, Mention of Sexual Acts, Mention of Alcohol, Mention of Marriage;

Words: 5k words.

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note: im sorry i haven't posted this yet. it took a while because tumblr isn't working well. can anyone help me cause tumblr isn't letting me see images and gifs right now??? this is really a pain. but if you guys have tips, let me know! anyway, i love you all!!! <3

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SUCH A THING WAS UNEXPECTED TO PRINCE SATORU TARGARYEN. If one would have asked him what he wanted all these years ago — he would have said to do his duty to the realm. To ride his dragon off to battle, to enjoy the bounty of his position until he died. Yet, as he took in the moment between you and him, basking in the beam of moonlight — he found himself thinking that this was more than enough. Nothing else mattered in the world. Just the two of you making for a merry bunch, over spiced wine under the moonlight..

His bright blue gaze remarked each movement of your face as laughter echoed at each and every joke, every quip. There was true joy in the beams of your eyes. Satoru Targaryen must admit that he thinks no one has ever truly looked at him with such warmth. No one had ever been this joyful being by his side. No one but you. 

You were a common lady, one he shouldn’t even be associating with as a prince. But he found himself enthralled with you. It was as if the flame in him burns if you were there to cause the fury that keeps him alive. He thinks that he found it in the way your hands moved, rubbing itself together with each laughing fit. It was in the way a small bridge forming in your lips folding into a pout roused him with great joy. It was the way your tender hands held him as though he was the most fragile thing in the world. 

Every sight of you since he had met you was enough to rush his mood away from the bleak nature of his world spinning onto the void of oblivion. All had been forgotten. His pains of being the most powerful, lonely man in the world. His anger at his father’s debauchery. His grief at the curse of his power, of his position. Since then, in his world, there is only your warmth melting his cold heart little by little. 

Satoru was honest when he said that he had known many women and men. At times, he still meets them and knows he has the power to compel them to his bed. To warm his cold bed with the flames that equate his own. Yet none could match your vivacity, your grace or your intelligence. None of them were you. None of them were his maiden fair. None had pierced his heart deeper than the words you gave him each morrow, in his arms, with your warmest tone. 

Satoru thinks that you were made for him.

You were given shape to be the one for him.

To love him, to warm him, to bring him to life.

Nothing in the world can make him leave you.

Many had spoken of their concern to him, consorting with a common lady. It was unbecoming, unprecedented for a prince of Dragonstone to be so enthralled with a woman of unequal status. But Satoru thinks he dares not listen. What did these old men know about you? What did these fools know about love? What did they know about the truth of human life? None. No one did. Only he did. Because he had you. You were the truth of human life. You were his life. 

It was easy to feel alive when you were the most gentle of all the flowers in this garden. He remembers when he first met you. Eyes gleaming with morning dew, the way your fingers touched the small blossom of white roses springing across the most beautiful gardens. Your beauty was the wonder of humankind. He felt like he was struck by love at that moment. 

Your long glistening hair blossomed like a parting flower, beckoning a dance between the wind and your gentle touch. His eyes widened, lips flew apart. The heart thumped against his chest loudly, beat after beat, which made him latch onto his chest. It hurts to see you walk away. From that moment on, he was resolute to find you. He was resolute to have the woman he loved in his arms. 

Moon after moon was a disappointment, to be sure.  He had found himself unable to find you, even with his most trusted servants looking for you. And in that time, life of the royal court had become placid, cold with the loss of warmth, of reasons. Each day, the throne felt more like his prison than his birthright. He hated how it was. How lonely it was without you. 

When he had found you again, he was astounded. You were now working within the palace, as his sister’s maid. It was wonderful for him. Each day, he had invited his sister to join him to break their fast together. And each morning, he could not stop his eyes from wandering towards you. He was sure that all had noticed how enamored he was with you. And he was not shy to deny his fondness, his affections. 

You have been mortified that the prince of Dragonstone was willing to put himself in your way and bend to you — a common born lady, with nothing but the clothes on your back. You were a baseborn young maiden. You don't even know who your mother and father were. You felt unworthy of his affections. He was a prince. And you were nothing, you should be nothing. But that did not deter him.  And slowly but surely, his charm, his tenderness, his truthfulness, his love — it all won you over. 

“You have given me too much wine.” You say to him. 

He grins at you. “You are fond of it, are you not? To taste it from my mouth.”

“I am.” You say as your reddened cheeks grew redder yet. “It is late now, isn’t it, my prince?”

He nodded back to you, his thumb wiping the side of your cheek. There was a stain of the wine. “Yes, it is past midnight now.”

“Oh my!” You hiccuped in between. “I feel as though I am drunk now.”

“Yes, my maiden fair. You are drunk with a merry drink.” He cooes at you, bright cerulean eyes beaming at you. “You were so beautiful with each drink, my maiden fair.”

You laugh once more. “Well, I do not mind, my prince. It is merrier with you. Everything is.”

“I should say the same.” He smiles fondly, so warmly towards you.

Both had taken a step out of his chambers in days, enjoying each other’s company in the most intimate sensuality. His duties keep him away from you more often than he would have hoped. And with his taking of you under the nose of all these bothersome fools, he thought to keep you away from court and keep you in Dragonstone. At times, he knows you get lonely with him being summoned to do his duties at court. But he was thankful that you bear with him. You love him and it was enough. It was more than enough. 

His head rested upon your bare belly, as he watched his dragon fly among the smallest birds that fly within the keep most days. He ate at your womanhood like a starved man, over and over again. He enjoyed how you pulled at his silver hair over and over again, crying and weeping. When you were exhausted from pleasure, he would find himself cleaning you and caring for you. He asks the servants to send up some food for the two of you and he feeds you. He does not want you to move one single muscle, one single hand, or finger. He wanted to pamper you, pleasure you. Love you every single day.  

One of these days, he had heard that he had been once more summoned by his father at court. But he did not care.. Not when in his arms glowed a most beautiful marvel, laced in endless Tyroshi silk, your body as soft as a feather’s touch. He was happy to stay here in your arms. You did not mind if he worked on his scrolls in bed. He was enthralled watching you read missives for him too. It was too much work, to leave you again. That he was not much willing to do.

“I do not think the court likes me very much.” You whispered, resting your head against his warm body. “Nor your father the king.”

He laughs, his hands pushing away your long hair from your cheek. “My maiden fair, I do not care what anyone else thinks.”

“But it is a stain on your reputation, Satoru—”

“As if none of these bastards have mistresses of their own common lady as their second wives. Mayhaps even whores.” He scoffs, leaning forward to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Loyalty is not their strong suit, my love. But it is mine. I will not forsake you. You are and never will be my stain. You are my love. Only mine.”

You feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, a soothing balm against the doubts that cling to your heart. Satoru's touch is gentle, his fingers tracing patterns along your jawline, as if to erase the worries etched upon your face.

"I fear they will try to tear us apart, my prince." you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the court's judgment lingers in the air, a heavy presence that threatens to suffocate the fragile happiness you've found in his arms. 

Satoru's eyes meet yours, a fierce determination burning within their depths. "Let them try, my maiden fair." he replies, his voice a low rumble that resonates with unwavering confidence. "I have faced countless adversaries, and none have succeeded in separating me from what I hold dear. And you, you are the one I hold most dear.”

You marvel at his unwavering resolve, the strength that radiates from him like a beacon in the darkness. In his presence, the world feels a little less daunting, and your fears begin to dissipate, replaced by a flicker of hope. He was all you had, your beautiful, powerful prince. And he wanted you. For bitter or for worse, for good or for greater. He will want you, he will love you.

"Do you truly believe we can overcome this?" you ask, seeking reassurance in his steady gaze.

He cups your face in his hands, his touch tender yet firm. "I believe in us, my love." he declares, his words a promise woven into the fabric of your shared future. "No matter the trials we face, I will fight for you, for us. Together, we are unbreakable."

Your heart swells with a mixture of gratitude and love, a potent blend that binds you to him in ways words can scarcely capture. In this moment, beneath the weight of a disapproving court and a king who remains an enigma, you find solace in the unwavering devotion of the man who holds your heart.

“Will you fight for me too, hm?” His cerulean eyes search your own, expectantly. “Will you fight for your prince?”

"I will fight for you, my prince. My Satoru." you vow, your voice steady and resolute. "For us."

With a soft smile, Satoru leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that speaks of promises and dreams yet to be realized. All that was left was passion, bountiful love as you returned the kiss while shutting your eyes and letting yourself be completely removed from reality. 

They were turned over as he leaned over you without severing their kiss. His right hand was entangled in your fine long hair, while the other nuzzled your face as if he wanted to close his eyes and recall your beauty. Although he was certain that nothing about you would be easily forgotten.

You ended the kiss, taking in air.

His bright blue never leaves you.

He was hungry for more of you.

You breathed deeply and gazed at him with your wanton eyes. "I want you to take me. Make me your wife, even just tonight, my prince.”

You hitched a breath as he delicately caressed the firm line of your jaw with his thumb. You feel like you were on fire, whenever you were with him. "My maiden fair. I’ve wanted to make you my wife all this time. You do not need pretense.”

“I cannot—”

He moves forward, placing kisses on your neck. You moan. “I will not let you go because some fool says no. I am Satoru, prince of Dragonstone. The first of the name. The man who will be king. I have a dragon who’s seen many battles. Anyone who dares say no to me, say no to our marriage. They will face my love. Do not care for their worries. Love me instead. Make love to your husband, your prince. Your king.”

Your heart races at his words, a mix of desire and disbelief flooding your senses. Satoru’s confidence is intoxicating, a force that draws you closer to him, erasing the barriers that have kept you apart.

“Tonight, let there be no doubts, my maiden fair.” he murmurs against your skin, his lips tracing a path of fire down your neck. His hands cradle your face with a tenderness that contrasts the fervor of his words.

You close your eyes, surrendering to the sensation of his touch, the world around you fading into insignificance. In this moment, there is only Satoru, his presence enveloping you like a cloak of protection and love.

“But what of the court? The king?” you whisper, your voice barely audible as you cling to the last vestiges of reason.

Satoru pulls back slightly, his gaze capturing yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. “Let them watch and whisper,” he declares, his voice firm and unyielding. “I will not be swayed by their disapproval. My heart belongs to you, and nothing will change that.”

His words ignite a spark within you, a courage that had lain dormant now awakening with fervor. You reach up, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as you press your lips to his, pouring all your love and longing into the kiss.

Satoru responds with equal fervor, his hands roaming your body, claiming you as his own. The world outside ceases to exist, and in this private sanctuary, you find solace in the certainty of his love.

“I love you,” you whisper between kisses, the words a sacred vow.

He smiles against your lips, a warmth radiating from him that banishes all doubts. “And I you. my maiden fair, my little wife.” he replies, his voice a soft caress. “Tonight and forevermore, you are mine.”

Satoru leaned forward with intent, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. His hands traced every contour of your body, moving with purpose until they reached your thighs. You responded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck and threading your fingers through his silver hair, playing with the strands as he deepened the kiss. 

After a while, he shifted his attention, trailing kisses down your neck and leaving marks that drew soft moans from your lips. His focus moved lower, drawn to the beauty of your form even in the dim candlelight. Your full, enticing curves were a sight that made his heart race.

Taking his time, Satoru kissed his way down your thighs and legs, committing each inch to memory. He felt as if he had ascended to the heavens, feasting on the divine bounty laid before him. He takes and he takes — greedily as he can. Each sound from you egged him on. Faster and then harsher, then deeper.  

The reality of your shared intimacy was something he never dared to dream of, when he first met you. But now none will stop him.  Now he has had a taste of you, now that he has had plenty, he wants more of you. He wanted more and more. He was greedy when it came to you. His maiden fair.

He pulled back momentarily, observing your flushed face and the gentle pants escaping your lips. With renewed passion, he captured your mouth once more, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, eliciting a quiet whimper from you. As he broke the kiss, his gaze roamed your body, filled with longing and desire. He carefully lifted the hem of your nightgown, revealing the sacred beauty beneath. The beauty that can only truly belong to him.

Kneeling before you, Satoru worshiped at the altar of your body with reverence, his mouth and tongue offering devotion. Your moans, sweet music to his ears, spurred him on. You gripped the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The sensation, whether painful or not, thrilled him to the core. He liked the pleasure of pain. He liked it rough, as you well know. 

Lost in the moment, you cried out in pleasure, surrendering to the wave of bliss that overtook you. Satoru reveled in your cries, cherishing every moment as he savored the gift of your shared passion, holding nothing back in this sacred exchange. If there was such a thing as the Maiden, then you were her best creature. You were her best daughter. The daughter he wants to claim, to breed, to make his own. 

Satoru's kisses were fervent, igniting a fire that spread through your veins. His calloused, warm hands roamed your body with a confidence born from knowing every sensitive spot, every curve that made you sigh and arch toward him. He let a small laugh release from his mouth. You were getting too eager for your own good.

As he worshiped your skin with his lips, you felt the heat of his breath against your thighs, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. Your lover was generous, he always was. He cared more for your pleasure than his own, that was truly certain to you. But he has too much energy. He was relentless in making you find your pleasure as much as he had time and energy to spend. You really don’t want to complain. Your prince was too much of a good lover, he loved you.

Your hands tugged at his silver hair, urging him closer, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he drew closer to your core. With a reverent touch, he parted your legs, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you, laid bare before him. His mouth descended, and you cried out, your back arching in response to the exquisite sensation of his tongue tracing intimate paths along your skin.

Your Satoru was relentless, his lips and tongue moving in a dance of worship that left you breathless, lost in a haze of pleasure. Every flick and caress was an echo of his devotion. Each layer broken, each layer conquered connected you deeper to him. He wanted more of you, wanted to discover depths of your cunt that he could make his.

Your small hands clutched at him desperately, nails grazing his scalp as he drove you closer to the edge. The room was filled with the symphony of your moans and gasps, eliciting that inflamed passion that burned between you. You could feel him laugh once more. He was pleased, you think. He discovered another depth of you. 

“Please, my love, my prince.” you murmured, a plea that was both a prayer and a command, and Satoru answered with renewed fervor, his touch becoming more insistent, more urgent. He wanted to claim you, to make you his in every sense of the word. “My Satoru!”

“Come, my maiden fair. Feel me whole, my wife. Feel my tongue in you, hm?”

With a final cry, you surrendered to the wave of ecstasy that swept over you, your body shuddering in release as Satoru held you close. His touch was both reassuring and possessive, his powerful presence enveloping you completely. As you reached the peak of pleasure, your body trembled uncontrollably, every nerve alight with the intensity of your climax.

Satoru’s lips were a gentle contrast to his earlier dominance, brushing against your skin as he whispered sweet promises in a voice that was both soothing and commanding. His words were a balm, a reminder of the connection that had brought you to this moment, and the promise of more to come.

His warm tongue traced along your skin, its path leaving a trail of sensation that enraptured you whole. The way he moved, the way his tongue explored every inch of you, was a testament to his unwavering attention and desire. It was as if he was savoring every moment, every taste, committing it to memory.

When he finally parted from you, his eyes met yours with a glint of satisfaction and pride. You could see the evidence of your shared pleasure, the way his chin was slick with your release, glistening in the dim light. The sight was both intimate and overwhelming, a reminder of the depth of your connection and the intensity of what you had just shared.

His expression was one of triumph, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he took in the sight of you, still trembling from the aftershocks of your climax. “Messy, aren’t we?” he teased, his voice a low, teasing drawl. “But oh, so satisfying, isn’t it?”

As you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your ecstasy, Satoru shifted slightly, his movements deliberate and assured. His bright cerulean eyes, still locked on yours, held a promise of more to come, a flicker of desire reigniting as he positioned himself above you once again.

He leaned down, capturing your lips once more, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. The kiss was both possessive and tender, full of lust and desire for you. Only you. His hands roamed over your body, tracing every curve with a reverent touch, as if memorizing every inch of you all over again. 

With a teasing smirk, Satoru broke the kiss, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Ready for more, maiden fair?” His voice was a deep, velvety growl, filled with anticipation and longing.

Before you could respond, he positioned himself at your entrance, you could feel it. You could feel his thick member pressing against you with an insistent pressure. The sensation sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, your body responding instinctively to the promise of what was to come.

Slowly, deliberately, your Satoru began to push inside you, his cock stretching you once more with an intoxicating mix of pleasure and fullness. The sensation was both familiar and overwhelming. You gasp aloud, as he stills. He was always too big. You feel that each time he claims you, it was a reminder of the power he held over you. A power you will always let him have.

He moved with a steady rhythm, his hips rolling with a controlled grace that left you breathless. Each thrust was a deliberate, measured stroke, filling you completely and driving you further into a haze of pleasure. The heat between you built once more, the friction of his movements reigniting the fire that had momentarily subsided. Your dragon burns you alive with his pleasure and you love it. You adore it.

Satoru’s gaze never left yours, his eyes dark and intense as he watched you with a mixture of pride and satisfaction. The way your body responded to him, the way you opened up to receive him. With every thrust, he drove you closer to the edge, your body arching and writhing beneath him in a dance of passion and surrender. The pleasure was all-consuming, each wave crashing over you with a force that left you gasping and yearning for more.

As your prince continued to move inside you, his pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours with a renewed urgency. The room was filled with the sound of your burning passion, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Over and over. You could feel his weight press even more against your body as he dived further inside your cunny.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge once more, the heat and pressure building to a crescendo that threatened to consume you completely. Satoru seemed to sense this, his thrusts becoming more urgent and more demanding as he drove you both toward the end. The rhythm of his movements was relentless, each stroke pushing you closer to that precipice of bliss.

Your fingers tightened around him instinctively, holding on as if he were the only anchor in a sea of overwhelming sensation. His name spilled from your lips in a breathless chant, a testament to the pleasure that coursed through you with every thrust. Satoru’s body was a solid, reassuring presence above you, his muscles flexing with each powerful movement.

The intensity of his speed left you gasping, the relentless pace driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Your body responded eagerly, hips rising to meet each of his forceful thrusts as you clung to him desperately. The room was filled with the sounds of your shared passion, a symphony of moans and gasps that underscored the intensity of the moment.

Satoru’s focus was absolute, his blue haze locked on yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. There was a determination in his eyes, a promise that he would take you both to the heights of pleasure and beyond. Each movement was precise and calculated, his control and power evident in every thrust.

As you approached the peak, the flames of pleasure became all-consuming, it burned you. It drowned you in its tidal wave of sensation that threatened to sweep you both away. The heat and pressure reached a fever pitch, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge, ready to fall into the abyss of ecstasy.

With a final, powerful thrust, Satoru drove you both over the edge, the release crashing over you like a wave. Your body shuddered in his arms, the sensation so intense that it left you breathless and trembling. His own climax followed swiftly, his body tense and shaking as he joined you in the blissful release.

In the aftermath, you lay entwined, the world around you fading into insignificance. The pleasure had left you both utterly satisfied, your bodies still humming with the remnants of ecstasy. As your breaths slowly returned to normal, you found comfort in the warmth of his embrace. Satoru’s fingers gently caressed your skin, his touch a soothing balm in the wake of the storm. His presence was a comforting weight, your everything.

When he was finally relieved, your Satoru rose to meet your gaze, his eyes filled with a tender intensity that left you breathless. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, and you tasted the echoes of your own pleasure on his lips. With every touch, every whispered word, he made it clear that you were his world, his everything. 

“Will you wed me? On the morrow?”

Satoru’s question hung in the air, a whisper filled with promise and longing. His eyes searched yours, looking for the answer he already knew but needed to hear. The sincerity in his gaze, the way he held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, made your heart swell with emotion.

“On the morrow?” you repeated, your voice a mixture of surprise and joy. It was a bold proposition, defying the expectations of the court and the king himself. Of the realm and tradition itself. Yet in Satoru’s arms, those concerns seemed distant, inconsequential. 

“Yes, my love.” he replied, his voice steady and sure. “I want the world to know that you are mine, not just in heart but in name.  I want them to see you as my wife. Let them see the strength of our bond, the truth of our love.”

The thought of becoming his wife, of sharing a future together free from the shadows of secrecy, sent a thrill through you. You could imagine the look on the faces of those who doubted your place beside him, the satisfaction of proving them wrong with every step you took as his bride. You would become a princess, you would become his queen. 

Your mouth opened for a moment, as though ready to say something. But you close it once again. You turned to him, looking into his blue eyes. They were ever so certain, already decided. Ever so clear. His love, it was only for you. His maiden fair. He was only waiting for you. A moment of silence passes you both by.

“I will, my love.” you answered, your voice filled with unwavering certainty. “I will wed you, Satoru, my love, my prince.”

His smile was radiant, a reflection of the joy that filled him. Your chest swells at the happiness that you could see in his face. You don’t think you have ever seen him this happy. He pulled you into another kiss, this one filled with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. It was a promise sealed with the warmth of his lips, a vow that transcended words.

“We will stand together, my love.” Satoru murmured against your mouth, his hands cradling your face with infinite care. “Through whatever flames may come, we will face them as one. I swear to you. I will choose only you.”

The certainty in his words, the unyielding strength of his conviction, wrapped around you like a protective embrace. In this moment, there was no room for doubt or fear—only the promise of a future where love triumphed over all.

As you lay entwined in each other’s arms, you felt a profound sense of peace, knowing that the morrow would bring a new beginning. The path ahead might be fraught with challenges, but with Satoru by your side, you were ready to face them all together. The dragon and the maiden fair.

[zablife]

You're Gonna Be the Death of Me

Johnny Davis x female reader

Johnny Davis Masterlist

Summary: Johnny knows you're trouble the moment you show up with Benny, but he can't help himself.

A/N: I've been writing so much for Benny recently, I haven't properly indulged in my Johnny fantasies. This is for @potter-solomons who shares my obsession 😍

Warnings: 18+ MDNI

"You're gonna be the death of me," that's what Johnny always said about you from the moment Benny started bringing you around. Those cute sundresses paired with an innocent smile indicated you were just a girl who didn't know the effect she had on men. However, the way you pursed your lips before blowing on the tip of your pool stick and that naughty wink cast in his direction said otherwise.

The first time you met, you leaned across the table in your low cut dress, twisting a lock of hair idly as you thanked him for inviting you to see his garage. He scratched the back of his neck wondering when he'd agreed to that, but you were too busy explaining how well you knew your way around tools. He had to laugh at your double entendre, refusing to believe anyone was that naive or that you actually knew anything about mechanics.

The next day he was pleasantly surprised when you proved him wrong, somehow reading his mind before he could call out which socket wrench he needed. "Would you look at that?" he chuckled at your cleverness.

"Don't underestimate me," you warned him with an alluring look. He knew better than that, especially when your delicate hand brushed his grease stained fingers to offer a cold beer. And especially later as you hummed along to the radio, the syrupy sweetness in your voice dripping into his ear while he worked.

The quiet afternoon had only been one side of the coin, however, as you quickly proved yourself to be wild and impetuous, demanding a thrill a minute. He realized then, you were Benny in female form.

If Johnny gave you a ride, you'd dig your red nails into the legs of his worn denim shouting, "Is that all you got?" His heart thundered at the challenge, taking turns so quickly you shrieked with delight. He was addicted to the feeling of your hands against his abdomen, igniting the fire in his belly that had been there for you from the beginning.

You were impossible to deny, any request you made satisfied whenever possible and your honor defended at the slightest infraction. The thought of losing your favor, making Johnny's jaw clench hard enough to break a back tooth. As a result, his own recklessness only increased when you were by his side, the racing and fights spurred on by your enthusiastic cheers.

It wasn't only the blood stains on his colors and the renewed swagger in his walk that told the tale. Everyone saw what was happening between you as you exchanged heated glances across the bar on Saturday nights.

When Benny finally disappeared the way he always said he would one day, you and Johnny were already in bed together. Exhausted from a long haul out on the road, you urged him to lie back and enjoy himself as you rode him. One arm behind his head, he looked up at your bouncing tits with a blissed out look on his face.

As he came with a satisfied grunt, your hands pressed to his chest with a look of devilment in your eye. Resuming the slow grind of your hips, you smirked when his large, calloused hands flew to your waist. Moans of overstimulation left his plump lips as you dropped your head to place a kiss. "Feel good?" you taunted.

As he managed a shuddered breath, he admitted, "You're gonna be the death of me."

[ilyasorokinn]

surprise ― pyotr kochetkov

note, i. was inspired by this post. i know nothing about tennis, so i'm sorry i don't understand the niche, but i was inspired and remember when p shaved his head? truly awful. this is the post for reference. another note, i made a little blurb not too long ago where, instead of putting the actual russian translation in the fic, i put the parts where they would be speaking russian in italics, so that's what i'm doing here as well. here's the blurb if you haven't seen it :) summary, y/n finds out her boyfriend shaved her head through social media. warnings, pyotr's shaved head word count, 461 words

you let out a sigh as you got into your car. it had been a long, but exciting, off-season, and you were excited to be back with raleigh, but you were completely out of food for a good 2 days and had been solely relying on doordash.

while you got to try new restaurants every meal, it was also a costly bill, so you were excited to finally have groceries. you reached for your phone and finally decided to check your notifications.

your eyes widened when you saw all the Instagram notifications and group chat notifications. you tried to decide where to start first, but ended up opening every app you had a notification coming from.

you ended up on instagram and opening a dm from some random person who had sent you a new picture of your boyfriend with a fan. the fan wasn't surprising, it was your boyfriend in the picture, hairless.

"oh, my god," you muttered, closing the app and immediately calling him.

"hello?" he answered.

"what the hell?" you gaped, "what happened to letting your girlfriend know when you're gonna go all eminem and shave your head?!"

"i'm sorry." to his credit, he did sound remorseful about it, "it was spur the moment."

"you said you were gonna get a haircut, not buzz it off." you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"i was, but then i was convinced to buzz it."

"i'm coming home now, you better be there," you told him. you hung up, giving him no time to argue with you, and immediately turned your car on.

you got home quicker than you thought you would and quickly grabbed the groceries and made your way up to your apartment. you opened the door and quickly made your way inside.

"where are you?!" you shouted, dropping the groceries on the counter and all your other stuff on the floor. you rushed around the apartment and were about to turn into the bedroom when he showed up in the doorway.

"pyotr..." you gaped at his hairless head. you reached up and ran a hand through his hair.

"what do you think?" he looked nervous.

"all right, i know i sounded mad on the phone, but it was just a lot to take in." you took a step back and just stared at him, "it does look nice." you smiled.

"you think?" he looked nervous.

"all right, i'm sorry my first reaction wasn't happy, but you look great, p." you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, "i think you look great no matter what. i'm a bit biased though." you shrugged.

"okay," he looked a little more confident, "you promise?"

"promise." you nodded, holding out your pinky. he smiled, linking his finger with yours.

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[george-weasleys-girl]

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked." with George (x f or gn!reader)

in a halloween party pleasee, the reader gets a little "insecure" to ask George to wear a couple costume

pufavo i love your blog ang let me know if u can't do that♥️🎃

After the Party

George Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cunninilingus, face fucking

18+only

This went in a direction I didn't expect. I hope you enjoy it. 😊

~•~

Y/N paced the room, her eyes drifting back to her spur of the moment purchase, thinking it would be fun. She'd always wanted to dress up in matching Halloween costumes. And what better time to do it than during Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes annual Halloween party. She and George had been dating two years, and she finally felt confident enough to bring up the idea.

Or so she thought.

She'd just finished reading The Difference Engine and had developed a bit of an obsession with the whole steampunk genre. And then when she saw the matching steampunk costumes while out in muggle London earlier that day, she didn't even think twice.

Maybe she should have... Ugh, me and my stupid impulse buys.

Y/N'd told him about the book while she was reading it, and he definitely seemed curious, but they hadn't really discussed it beyond that. She sighed and flopped down on the bed, debating if she should return them or not.

What if he already had something else in mind? Or what if he doesn't like his costume?

It was a bit extravagant. Velvet and brocade. And leather. Her eyes drifted over to the trousers. Skin-tight, black leather that promised to show off his incredibly endowed... manhood.

Y/N face burned red hot just thinking about it. Then, she blushed at herself for blushing.

This is ridiculous. I've seen George naked plenty of times.

And yet, something about seeing him waltzing around in those pants sent a shiver of excitement down her spine and straight to her pussy. She exhaled a deep breath, fighting the urge to shove her hands down her panties.

~•~

"Is something wrong, love?" George asked. "You've been really quiet all evening."

Y/N sighed. Of course, he would notice. He always notices. "No... well, kinda... I don't know." She took a sip of her wine. "It's really stupid."

George shifted so he could put his arm around her. "It can't be too stupid if it's bothering you so much," he coaxed. "Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."

"I know. It's just... Godric, I feel like such an idiot," she stammered. "I just... I want us to wear a couple's costume for the Halloween party."

George blinked. "That's it? A couple's costume? That's a great idea, love! I'd love to do that!"

"Well, yeah," Y/N began with a nervous grin. "But I haven't told you what I have in mind."

~•~

Everyone at the party either wanted George or wanted to be him. He spent the evening prancing around, quite obviously proud of himself, while at the same time making it exceedingly clear that Y/N was the only one who got to play with the goods.

"I think you might've made a few enemies tonight," he whispered in her ear as they stood at the door bidding everyone farewell.

"Oh well," Y/N shrugged. "Not my problem."

George chuckled. "So, you don't mind that countless party-goers are going to fantasize about me tonight?" He asked with a smug grin.

"Let them fantasize all they want," she said, blithely waving goodbye to a woman whose eyes barely moved from George's crotch all night. "I'm the one you take to bed every night."

"Indeed you are," he smiled. "And I don't plan on that changing in this lifetime. Or the next."

~•~

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" George asked as he unlaced her dress. He'd already undressed down to everything but those deliciously sinful pants.

"Very much so," she grinned. "This one's going down in the books as my favorite Halloween yet."

"I'm glad. I just want you to be happy," he said. "And perhaps a little bit naked." The last lace loosened, and her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in a corset and much to George's surprise and delight, a pair of crotchless lace panties.

His already prominent bulge grew even more prominent. "You look so hot in that corset," he mummered, pulling her close and rubbing his erection against her. "I've been thinking about fucking you in it all night."

"I think that can be arranged," she grinned.

"Good," he said, leading her over to the bed. "Lie down, my sweet, and spread those pretty legs of yours."

George knelt down, tracing the outside of pussy with his finger. "So pretty," he smiled up at her before burying his face between her legs and taking one long lick from bottom to top, drawing out a breathless moan from her lips. He smiled into her cunt and continued on, using his thumbs to gently open her folds wider. He started with slow licks, his tongue roaming over every delectable inch of her, lapping up her juices. Y/N's soft breathless moans grew louder. "Oh, fuck, George!" She bucked her hips up and her hands clawed at the sheets.

"You look so fucking hot right now. You like what I'm doing, kitten?" He cooed, watching her writhe and squirm while he slowly pushed a finger inside her as his thumb teased her sensitive nub.

"That feels so good, baby!" She moaned.

"You want more?" He teased.

"Please," she gasped, pulsing around his finger.

George grinned and inserted another finger, curling them both into her g-spot. Her reaction was so intense that he thought she might start levitating and his cock throbbed painfully at the pure, primal pleasure she was experiencing. He increased the speed of his fingers, pumping in and out of her juicy cunt, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm. Y/N curled her fingers into his hair, pushing him back down. He knew exactly what she needed and he gave it to her, sucking and licking her clit, all the while still fucking her with his fingers.

"Yes, George! Right there!" She screamed as her body convulsed in ecstasy. George damn near came at the sight.

"Damn baby," he admired. "You are so beautiful when you cum."

Y/N smiled, still laid spread out across the bed, trying to catch her breath. "And you look like you're going to burst out of those pants at any moment," she teased. "Come up here and let me take care of that."

A big, goofy grin spread across George's face, and he crawled up to straddle her. She palmed his twitching erection through his pants before unzipping them and pulling out his cock, stroking its full length. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes. "Fuck, love, that feels incredible." Encouraged by his praise, she sped up her ministrations, making his hips buck uncontrollably, his soft groans grow louder.

"I wanna taste you," she said, aiming his dick toward her mouth and licking the precum dripping from his tip. "Fuck my face, baby."

George looked down in surprise, even as his already painfully hard cock grew harder. "Are you sure you’re ready?"

Y/N nodded. He'd been training her to deep throat, but she was still pretty new at it. "Georgie, I've been drooling over your cock all night. I'm beyond ready for you to shove it down my throat."

With those words, his dick went from dripping precum to spewing a steady stream that Y/N continued to happily lap up.

"Ok baby," he said, already pushing his cock into her mouth. "You know what to do if it gets to be too much." Again, she nodded, reminding herself to breathe through her nose as he slid into her, only gagging once his tip hit the back of her throat. George instinctively pulled back a little, but she grapsed his hips, holding him in place. He watched her with a mixture of desire and concern, waiting for the sign to pull out or keep going. Y/N's hands moved to his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. He nodded once and slowly began pumping in and out of her, his eyes never once leaving her face. After a couple of minutes, she squeezed his ass again, and he picked up his pace, throwing his head back. "Fuck yeah," he moaned.

Y/N's eyes watered as she took him deeper, loving the feel of his balls slapping against her chin while his unhinged, animalistic moans reawakened her own need. She slid a hand down to rub her pulsing cunt just as his hips began to stutter. "Fuck, I'm gonna - " he groaned and pulled out, spurting his seed all over her crimson brocade corset.

After a few moments, he sat back and gazed down at her stained garment with pride. Then, looking up at Y/N, he gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, love. I've been fantasizing about doing that all night. Just couldn't help myself."

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. "You're so silly, Georgie," she said. "Though, I have to admit, you did look damn hot cumming all over me like that." Her eyes trailed back down to his dick. "Now give me that cock of yours again, so I can suck you dry."

George didn't have to be told twice.

~•~

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[ddarker-dreams]

Lock can we get some Levi content please 🙏🏻

anything for my short king 🙌 here is a lil thingy for him

Reading is a leisurely pastime you haven't been able to partake in for what feels like ages. Letters, reports, maps, and the occasional newspaper made up the majority of your literary adventures. Utterly captivating as those options were, you longed to submerge yourself in fiction, a temporary reprieve from the tumultuous world you inhabit.

Members of the Survey Corps travel light, as the same suggests. You were essentially a nomadic people by how frequently you moved around. Books weren't considered essential enough to pack. That's why what you hold in your hands is so precious, a treasure to be cherished.

Presently, the lovestruck heroine is fleeing from the mysterious bachelor's home, a misunderstanding spurring her on. The author details her emotional turmoil, how her very heart is splitting in two—

—And then a pair of fingers snap in front of your face.

Indignant at the interruption, you lift your head, narrowing your eyes while you do so. Whoever had the audacity to interrupt your few minutes of free time could expect an unholy scolding. Your lips part, vitriol brimming on your tongue, until you make eye contact with steely blue eyes.

"Oh, Captain."

You give lackluster a salute that would've earned a punishment of infinite laps back in your trainee days.

Levi speaks your name with the same dry tone you used moments prior. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

You think to comment that he doesn't look very sorry but decide against it.

"... No."

"No?"

Slowly, you nod.

"It must be important, for you to do such a half-assed job and rush through your cleaning," he gives the book a disinterested glance. "Care to give a synopsis? I'm sure it's riveting."

Recalling the nature of the novel, your face warms, and you shut it a little too fast.

"Uh, it's, well, y'know one of those difficult to describe books."

"Maybe you should read a dictionary next so you have the words to properly explain it."

"Oh, great suggestion, hey—!"

He snatches it from your possession in the blink of an eye. You make one attempt to grab it back, but his seemingly supernatural senses stave off the attack. Wallowing in defeat, you sit back down, folding your arms across your chest and sighing over what is to come.

Levi's eyes scan the page you were at. His indifferent veneer fades away slightly and the corner of his lips twitches upward.

"So," the word hangs heavy in the air, the sadistic bastard taking his sweet time before saying anything else, "Do you think she should go back to him or not?"

You sink your head into your hands. "Definitely not. Anyone who taunts their partner when they're at their lowest is unforgivable."

"Mhm."

"Pure evil. The worst of the worst."

"Certainly," he deadpans. He places the book by your side, briefly assesses the area, then returns his attention to you. Assured that you're the only souls around, he leans over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Coarse fingers brush against your cheekbone as he retracts his hand. "Finish the chapter of your shitty book then redo the windows. I could see the streaks from a mile away."

You give him your sweetest expression.

"How about two chapters, my most benevolent Captain, who adores me so?"

"... It's down to two pages, since you decided to push it."

His lack of objection to the latter part of your sentence assuages any disappointment you could've possibly felt.

[apomaro-mellow]

Matchmaking Harringtons 6

Okay I lied we got at least a couple more parts to go

Eddie had taken Steve on a date where they went to the music store to buy some cassettes and listen to them in his van.

"You really wanna go to work on a date?", Steve had asked.

"It's not the store I work at, so it doesn't count", Eddie had grinned. Eddie had just got paid and his first priority was always new music.

They both grabbed something, which Eddie paid for, while Steve got them lunch. They ate in the front seat of his van while listening to each other's music.

"I think I told you about how my family's coming into town for the 4th of July?", Steve said, halfway through his sandwich.

"A whole haggle of Harrington's, huh? Is there enough hairspray in Hawkins?"

"We might need to go to the next town over. Anyway, my parents said it was okay to invite you. If you wanted to come. You know, if you wanted."

"Wait, is there where I'm introduced to the don and told to kill a cop if I want your hand in marriage?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "The mob jokes weren't funny with my parents and they're not funny with me."

"I think your parents are funny", Eddie smirked.

"You wouldn't think so if you knew they thought of setting me up with some mafia guy. Ritchie or something." Steve wrapped up the half of his sandwich that he didn't eat. "Anyway, do you wanna go? It's a big step for us but-"

Eddie put his own on the dashboard. "Can we go back to the fact that your parents wanted to set you up with a mobster? Should I be worried?"

"According to my folks, he's a numbskull, so no. And they like you, so I wouldn't worry about anything. But I get it if you don't wanna be thrown to aunts and cousins. I mean I haven't even told the rest of my family that I'm...you know."

Steve hadn't even really thought about coming out to his extended family. Coming out to his mom and dad had been such a spur of the moment thing.

"Steve, if they're anything like Diane and Jonas, they'll have arranged a 'Steve is Gay' parade for you", Eddie smiled.

Steve covered his face. "God, you're right. I'm pretty sure I saw my mom starting a wedding scrapbook."

"A what-?!", Eddie squeaked.

"A nothing!"

Eddie cleared his throat. "On second thought....This family event sounds like a tall order for me. I think you need to convince me a little, make it up to me baby. I'm about to put in some heavy work."

Steve's response was to look Eddie up and down slowly, they move into the back of his van. Before they had gotten together, it had been a sparse area with little knick-knacks from things Eddie had hauled in the past. But since officially getting with Steve, Eddie always made sure to have a thick blanket and a couple of pillows at the ready.

They were currently parked near the quarry. It was nice, considering they didn't have a lot of places that they could be out publicly.

"Eddie~", Steve sang once he got back there, prompting his boyfriend to practically pounce on him.

"And ho~w exactly do you plan on making it up to me, hm?", Eddie asked as before pecking Steve's lips.

Steve chuckled and petted Eddie's hair, then pulled it away from his ear to whisper in it. "I'm gonna make you cum in your pants."

Eddie collapsed on top of Steve with a moan that was only a little exaggerated. From the moment he saw him walk into the music store, he wanted to get his hands on him. And every day that was able to was like a dream.

Steve flipped them over and kissed his lips, pulling back with a bite. Steve never got tired of kissing him. Any time they were alone his lips were on Eddie within five minutes. That one time, the two of them really had been looking at magazines before starting to grind on each other in his bed. Well now it was time to finish the job.

After nibbling on Eddie's lips a little more, Steve sucked at his neck. He could feel it warm in his mouth and could help but bite into it. Eddie was a biter himself and it had infected Steve. He tugged his shirt down a bit and kissed at his collarbone. Steve dragged his hands down Eddie's chest and sat up, straddling his hips.

Eddie let out a grunt. He was already at half-mast thanks to Steve's promise.

"You really want me that badly?", Steve whispered.

Eddie nodded quickly. "Always do."

Steve started slow, dragging his lower half from the top of Eddie's hips all the way down to the bottom of his crotch. Eddie whimpered every time their groins lined up. His hips jumped but it was clear he was holding back. Steve smiled and kissed his lips. Eddie was good at that, restraining himself because he didn't want to scare Steve off. He let Steve set the pace. And seeing how much Eddie desired him but still waited for permission was such a turn on.

He groaned as he pressed his own hard on against Eddie's. Steve fisted the blanket underneath them and started to get lost in the feeling. Eddie finally grabbed his hips, then his hands trailed down to Steve's ass, a cheek in each hand.

"Eddie~ Ah, uhn~"

Steve's breaths were starting to pitch and Eddie knew what that meant, knew what his love needed. One of Eddie's hands drifted upwards, all the way until he was caressing his cheek.

"Open up, baby."

Steve's lips parted and Eddie slipped two fingers between them, letting his boyfriend suck to his heart's content while they rutted against in the back of his van. It was fucking heaven. Steve moaned around his fingers, so greedy for it that he grabbed Eddie's wrist as if he would ever take them away.

Eddie was looking up at an absolute vision. It was like Steve was using him to get off. And that thought had Eddie bucking into him as he came, certain the van was rocking now. Steve looked down, moaning at the sight of the wet spot in Eddie's pants. That pushed Steve over the edge and he bit down lightly on Eddie's fingers as he did.

The air was filled with their panting while they came down from their high."

"Mmm", Eddie moaned as he took his fingers from Steve's mouth. "Got any other family obligations? A wedding? A graduation?"

"You lookin' to book another appearance already?", Steve grinned.

"If my compensation is like this, I'll be as regular as a fiber pill."

Steve couldn't choose between laughing or kissing so he did both, pressing his lips to Eddie while giggling through it.

Part 8

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[floralembarrassment]

could you write james making a fool of himself trying to ask regulus on a date and barty and evan are mocking him

thank you 😊

hi! this has been in my requests for a while now and I just haven't been sure what to write for it. but inspiration peaked today my dear so you are in luck! hope it was worth the wait! with love

Ahoy (1/1) (jegulus)

"Who does this guy think he is, Ev?"

"Captain One Eye over here thinks he has a chance with our little Reggie?

"Oh very original boys," James said back, unimpressed.

But he didn't really have a leg to stand on. Literally and figuratively. James was standing in a small boat on the black lake dressed as a pirate. He had the idea after Sirius accidentally transfigured his leg into wood.

Now wearing a hat with feathers, draped with jewels, a sword, eye-patch and all, James was holding a map that marked Regulus as treasure and a small wooden sign stuck in the sand that pointed in the direction of Regulus wherever he went, that read, "this way to steal his heart."

It was quite the task to pull it all together, and getting Regulus to come down to the lake had been the hardest part.

But now he was here, staring at the elaborate scene James had caused and there was nothing he could do except try to hold his emotions in. But his eyes betrayed them, twinkling with glee.

A crowd of students was forming and James knew he just needed to commit. He was certain this would win Regulus over.

"I'm the dreaded pirate potter," James called out. "Terror of the seven seas!" He continued. People giggled but this only spurred James on.

"Yeah Dora the Explorer over here really has me shaking in my boots," Evan was tearing up.

"I'm here for my treasure and I'll take not prisoners, but anyone who stands in my way will not survive to be taken captive!" Evan and Barry fell over in a got of laughter after James said this.

"Like this guy could even take on tinkerbell!" Barty cackled. Even Regulus couldn't help but chuckle.

James jumped down from the boat, pulling out the sword and twirling it around a few times, ultimately fumbling and dropping it. When it landed in the sand at Regulus' feet, James fell to his knees.

"Oh my Prince, I'm here to save you and protect you from any other attempts at stealing the precious loot found within!" James said gesturing his arms wide as he looked up at Regulus.

"Pretty sure that chest is empty!" Barty and Evan called, laughing even harder at the joke they made in sync.

He offered his hand, "take my hand and I will give you my life!" James said his final lines.

Everyone waited with bated breath. It was only a few moments but for James it felt like eternity.

But then Regulus took his hand. Their eyes locked in on one another, and everyone else fell away for a moment as James kissed Regulus' hand. Regulus smiled warmly and that was all James needed.

But Regulus was just a cheeky, just as mischievous. And well, he wasn't going to let James have all the fun.

"Goodnight James, Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning." Regulus said and then turned to walk away.

James fell to the sand and watched his love flee. But he knew now that he would have that treasure one day.

[thatfreshi]

Radio Silent (Uni AU P. 10)

tw - mentions of abuse, themes of anxiety, general insecurity

The night fizzles out the way you expect it to, disappearing without a word to your friends in the diner, letting your new, yet reluctant friend, drive you home. You'd simply deal with Shadowheart when she got back to the dorm.

Just as Astarion said, he's gone the next morning, but the two of you text quite often. He finds it easier to talk to you through pixels on a screen, where he can pretend like you're not this very real person who knows far too much about him. On the plane ride to LA, he doesn't sleep, which isn't odd for him. Instead, he thinks about the past couple of days and how you've wriggled your way into his life, into his head. Instead of trying to put his feelings into tangible sentences, he makes a playlist while waiting the hours away and catches up on some much-needed reading.

Thursday comes around, and the group is pissed at him, as you expected them to be.

"Damnit, he's the reason we picked my lunch break to do this during anyways! You think he'd at least stick to plans like a reasonable individual."

"Gale, it's not like he chose to go on a spur-of-the-moment trip to California. It's a work thing, not in his control."

You almost sound a little angry when the words come out, knowing that he's probably going through some hell that all your friends don't know about. Gale picks up on this sentiment, and leaves the conversation at that, mumbling something about how they'll all just update him on the project details later. Indeed, you all talk in the group chat with him about plans for the upcoming assignment, which he sporadically responds to. Although, he always responds to your texts, even if he ignores the group chat. Astarion argues with himself about it in his head, trying to reason with himself, saying things like 'it's just because the group chat is overwhelming.' For how good of a liar he is, he's not good at lying to himself.

Friday morning, he goes radio silent, which you're not concerned by at first. He's busy, probably busier than you've ever been in your life. Yet, he had made time to text you since Monday night. It starts to worry you when Saturday and Sunday both pass with nothing new. You hold yourself back from asking if everything's alright, knowing if something is stressing him out it's probably better to just let him deal with it and get back to you. And yet, you don't talk to him until he's back, and you're not even the first one to hear that he's back on campus.

"Oh yeah, I saw him in the elevator earlier. Tried being nice like you said, I even waved! You should be proud. Doesn't seem like he appreciated it though."

Shadow rolls her eyes, almost covered by her bangs that she desperately needs to trim. You're not sure exactly why, but you rush to his dorm room, knocking frantically. It's Monday night, which is surprising. You could've sworn he said he'd be back Tuesday morning, but maybe you misremembered. The door creaks open.

"Oh, hello Tav."

Astarion's eyes are weary, which you chalk up to not being able to sleep on the plane.

"Hello? You haven't texted me since Thursday, what the hell? I thought you like died or something."

"Nope, not dead, very much alive. Got wrapped up in some work affairs over the weekend, fashion people can be quite dramatic. Either way, I apologize. I'm still quite new to the 'having a genuine friend' thing."

"Well, how's your arm?"

He scoffs.

"It's... it's fine. Weird to have someone ask."

At this point, he's opened the door and let you in. You're welcomed to a sight of half un-packed luggage and a stack of leather binded books on the coffee table.

"Holy shit Astarion, did you rob a bookstore while you were in California?"

"Nope, all from the library. Missing out on a week of school when you're a senior here comes with its disadvantages. For example, I have had no time to work on my thesis essay, and I've barely even unpacked from the trip itself. Although, I did snag this."

He takes out a garment bag that has been carefully finessed to fit in his suitcase without wrinkling whatever is hidden inside. His fingers nimbly move to unzip the bag, revealing a white faux fur coat.

"Now, do I wear too much white? Absolutely, but passing up on this? I could never."

You almost feel bad, not knowing anything about clothes or what makes them cool, but to your credit, you know it's a nice coat. He slips it on, happy with his latest thievery.

"Well, what do you think? Is it stunning, or is it stunning?"

In that moment, while you're about to make some quip like 'go look for yourself, you realize he has no mirrors in the dorm, not even in the bathroom that you've only ever caught a glance of.

"I would say look for yourself, but you don't have any mirrors. That's shocking."

"Well, I had the one in the bathroom removed. Guess I'm just not particularly a fan of reflections."

"How come?"

He stares at a detail on the sleeve of the coat.

"You get tired of seeing your face after a while."

"Well, I think it looks fabulous, and so do you."

"Wish I felt just as fabulous."

He lets out a small laugh, shrugging his way out of the blinding fabric. There's something left unsaid in the air, you can feel it as he goes to hang up his new treasure.

"What really happened this weekend?"

Astarion tenses, almost dropping the hanger he so delicately placed the jacket on.

"I... I'd rather not say. I know I told you a lot the other night, but there are truly some things best left as skeletons in the closet. Maybe in time, but not today. I can't today."

"That's okay. I was just worried, that's all."

"Funny, I'm so used to people prying all the time. It's pleasant, getting to have secrets when I talk to you."

He comes back out into the living room.

"Would you like to stay for a while? You don't have to help unpack or anything, just be here."

"Sure, as long as you don't mind. And I would gladly help you unpack. Besides, you have a master thesis to get back to."

"I suppose I do. Thanks, I won't forget this."

"What, like you need to trade some favor back or something? Because that's not necessary."

"You're too nice for your own good."

The pale man puts some soft R&B on, and the two of you go ahead and start putting all his things away. Although, he doesn't let you handle any of his nice clothes. You learn that the hard way when he bats your hand away from a pair of very expensive jeans.

"They're just jeans, I promise I won't taint them!"

"Yes, they are just jeans, but they're also 800-dollar jeans, and I am not risking it."

You continue to ask him about various articles of clothing, what shoots he took them from. He remembers every single one. Although, he does skip out on some details, brushing past parts of his tales without a second thought. You don't mind though, knowing it's probably just things he isn't ready to talk about. At some point you become distracted by the stack of books on the nearby table, and start looking at all the titles. They're all related to ethics, morality, or philosophy in some way, but particularly focused on the psychology of abusers and the abused.

"I thought you weren't a philosophy person?"

Astarion's voice almost makes you jump, taking you out of reading the back of one of the books.

"Is this what you're doing your thesis on?"

"I mean I'd like to, but I'm still not sure. Feel as though the head of the department will be surprised when I present it to him."

"How come?"

"Because I've always made my projects, lifeless, I guess. I've always written and studied by the book, never touched on emotional topics. Just don't want people asking questions."

"So, what specifically are you going to look into?"

"The philosophy of abusers, how power imbalances change our moral codes, that kind of thing."

You lightly place the book back in the stack.

"I think you should do it. If anyone asks, just say you were curious about it."

"That's true, I am known to be quite curious. Now, are you going to help me with the rest of this, or have you given up?"

The night passes by too fast for his liking, as the two of you talk while he prepares for the week ahead. It's past midnight when you finally check your phone, seeing that you've received a couple of cheeky messages about your absence from Shadow.

"Is it late already?"

Astarion checks him phone as well.

"Perhaps it's time for you to go get some sleep darling. After all, not everyone is as extreme of an insomniac as I am."

"Yeah, I guess I should probably get back. Happy you're back though, and that you're okay."

Without really thinking about it, you go for a side hug, and make your way to the door.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Sure. See you tomorrow Tav."

And his smile is warmer than normal, knowing there's something to look forward to after a torturous night of barely any sleep. Maybe opening up to a single soul isn't so bad after all.

[jades-typurriter]

Lupa's Toll Road

A spur-of-the-moment little thing for @bluebearial from August of 2023 because I was suddenly inspired while we were having a conversation about Lupa. Please enjoy sappy cuddly plushwolf moments =^w^=

As you walk back down the hall, though, you encounter Lupa, your roommate who generally is the coolest and toughest wolf you know, but who currently is draped across the floor. She's lazing in a heap that comes up to your waist--she's also the biggest wolf you know--and she doesn't seem keen on moving.

"Oh, hey neighbor!" She greets you, talking like you just ran into her at the water cooler. She perches her chin on one of her pillow-sized paws and peers up at your pout. "What brings you 'round this neck of the woods?"

"Lupa, c'mon," you sigh, antsy to get back to your game so your party doesn't have to keep waiting. "I'm in the middle of something here."

"Alright, alright, we can cut the small talk. Pay up," she growls, putting on her Tough Voice.

"What?"

"Pay the toll!" She clambers to her feet, filling the entire hallway, floor-to-ceiling, with her buppy bulk. For as much as her size can be inconvenient--she often has to duck through doorways, and you haven't had anything fragile on a tail-height shelf for years--you sometimes forget just how big she is. If you thought you were gonna have a hard time climbing over her before, you've made it about ten times worse.

"A toll?" You parrot, thrown off. This is a new bit. "What toll?" She leans toward you, bringing her face down to eye level.

"One kiss," she coos, swapping the gruff ruffing for a sappy, teasing tone.

"Lupa!"

"It's just a kiss, you big crybaby!" She scoots to the side, pressing herself flat against the wall to leave a gap for you to squeeze through. "Then I'll let you go, like a good little bridge troll."

"Tch. You're some kind of troll, alright," you mutter. Begrudgingly, you plant a kiss on her nose and move to shuffle past her. It's like checking under your mattress for something you've lost, and unfortunately for you, it's waaaaaay under there: you're smushed between her, a wall of soft (and heavy) cushions, and... well, the actual wall.

"Mmmmm... Wait," you hear her consider. "I don't think I liked your tone, bestie. I think I'm gonna have to raise my rates."

"LummMPHHH," you try to protest, only to be smothered silent. With a shift of all that weight, she cuts you off, pinning you between the wall and her tummy. Your head is stuck against her chest; you're able to wriggle around just enough to poke your face out of her fur and give shouting at her another shot.

"Lupa!! I'm in a HURRY."

"Yeah, and I'm charging an express fee!" she counters, tilting her snout down to smooch you right in the middle of your forehead. You breathe in to talk again, and while your mouth is open, she licks you across your whole face with her big, fuzzy tongue. You splutter and spit out hairs; she giggles as you squirm. "Don't worry, I'm counting doggy kisses too." She keeps laying her lips down on every exposed inch of your face, from your cheeks to your ears to your lips. Soon enough, your cranky demeanor chips away under the sheer ridiculousness of it all. The affection, too. Soon enough, you're snickering and laughing right alongside her, and she's given you enough wiggle room to reach your arms up around her neck. You don't even try to slip out of her grasp--you use the leverage to kiss her right back!

Eventually, you're laying on top of her in an even bigger pile across the width of the hallway, her paws smushing your face between them, your hands rustling the fur of her tummy and chest, still peppering each others faces with more kisses. You nestle your head in the space between her neck and her chin, and she lets loose a contented doggy sigh.

"Hey," she murmurs, the vibration rumbling through your own chest. "What were you even in such a rush over?" Shit.

"Dammit, I left the guys hanging this whole time--whoOPMMPH." She pulls you back down to her chest with a single, powerful paw.

"They can wait, right?" she insists. Honestly, even if they hadn't probably gone for another round without you. This is nice. You could stand to take a page out of Lupa's book and lay around more often.

"Yeah, fuck it," you reply, nearly unintelligibly, into her chest. "They can wait. I think I still owe you." You can practically hear her grin from down here.

TY for reading!! If you're interested in more of my writing you can have a look here and here and please go check out @bluebearial!! she created lupa and she writes cute stuff a lot like this and also her art slaps

[nofomogirl]

Metatron's manipulation step by step

Part 4: Putting on a human face

Part 1 - where I discuss the significance of the coffee.

Part 2 - where I take a look back at season 1

Part 3 - from Metatron's arrival on Earth to sending the Archangels away

Okay, so after we've discussed how Metatron set the stage, it's finally time to have a look at how he interacts with Aziraphale.

Obviously, Aziraphale's initial attitude is not friendly. He's very guarded and doesn't want to talk at all.

His exact words are "I don't believe there's anything left to be said. I've made my position quite clear."

Sure, it's not said in the most assertive way possible, but what taints it is simple nervousness, not indecisiveness of any kind. Aziraphale genuinely means it. Whatever he said and did in season 1 was not something that happened in the spur of the moment and was regretted later. I haven't seen anything in season 2 that would hint at Aziraphale being in any way unhappy with his little retirement or missing his attachment to Heaven.

I'm absolutely sure he was ready to stand his ground.

So what does Metatron hit him with?

"Yeah, well, I brought you a coffee from the shop."

It's a deceivingly simple two-layered trick.

The first layer is a classic foot-in-the-door technique, where you see pushing your agenda doesn't work, so instead you temporarily drop the subject and simply don't allow the interaction to end in the hope that given enough time the other person might lower their guard down or otherwise become more open, and then you will present your case again.

As a matter of fact, Crowley used the exact same strategy in season 1 episode 1, when he was trying to convince Aziraphale to try and stop the Armageddon.

"We've only got 11 years, and then it's all over. We have to work together." "No." "It's the end of the world we're talking about. It's not some little temptation I've asked you to cover for me while you're up in Edinburgh for a festival. You can't say no" "No." "We can do something. I have an idea." "No! I am not interested." "Well, let's have lunch."

Of course, lunch with Crowley was something far more appealing for Aziraphale than a coffee offered by Metatron (not to mention he didn't actually want Armageddon). Still, he is far too polite, far too caring about the proper etiquette, to simply tell someone who had brought him a drink to piss off.

But what really makes it work is the second layer - confusion.

The gesture is so unexpected, Aziraphale completely loses his footing. His love of Earthly food and beverages was something other angels could never understand. It made him an anomaly, in the worst sense possible - something gross and unnatural. And here the great Metatron not only tolerates it when Aziraphale chooses to indulge, but he himself offers!

He's so baffled, he needs to make sure. "Shall I...?" he asks uncertainly rising the cup in question. And only after Metatron confirms "Drink it? Of course" does he take a sip.

Now, the next line is quite interesting:

"I've ingested things in my time, you know."

Metatron very efficiently shows how he's different from other angels and may have more in common with Aziraphale than the Principality might suspect. He humanizes himself. Maybe not in the most literal sense within the lore of Good Omens, but he does. Not only is he okay with Aziraphale's unusual interests, he understands the appeal.

But he's actually doing something truly devious here. Yes, it is validation, but somehow it's dismissal at the same time. The in my time combined with the creepy tone in which the line is delivered, gave me strong "it's okay, it's just a phase" vibes. Made me think of all the situations a small-minded person belittled someone's passion by saying it's fine to have a hobby and they also had hobbies when they were younger but you can't make a career out of it. Or that some place is fun to visit but one cannot seriously consider moving there. Or that it's normal to experiment when you're young, who didn't experiment, but then you grow up and enter straight marriage...

Metatron offers Aziraphale a coffee and says it's fine to indulge but he doesn't have a drink for himself. Because he only went for it "in his time".

So yes, Metatron is demonstrating he understands Aziraphale, just like I've written earlier. But at the same time, he's already subtly signaling it's time to let go and grow up and be a proper angel.

But for now, Aziraphale only sees the good things, like he so often does.

And it works.

Metatron once more insists they need to talk, and this time Aziraphale isn't as ready to turn him down. He doesn't outright accept, but he is not certain what to do anymore.

He turns to Crowley. And Crowley, unfortunately, doesn't see the danger at all and encourages Aziraphale to go.

And Aziraphale leaves.

And I'll end here.

Continued in: Part 5: The offer ("canonical" version)

[tavyliasin]

Yurgir: Did you lick the dead spider next door or something?

Tav: No but I can lick you

Gale: Not to doubt your, ahem, abilities, but I think such an act might kill you

Tav: No it's fine, I know the enlarge spell. Besides, we've got resurrection scrolls, haven't we?

Yurgir: Will not say it but at this point he might just find Tav too endearing to kill

Meanwhile Raphael is screaming into a pillow. A real "you vs the guy they have a crush on" moment

I wanted to reply to this - and the alarmingly similar one also in my inbox - last night when it came in, but I wanted a little more energy to do it justice. Farbeit from me to let down a fan of the fiend and the orthon with half arsed words~ Act 3 House of Hope spoilers follow, along with...well I'm not sure where this is leading yet, I have an idea so I'm going to chase it and give you the incident report~ ---

Size Matters, Not?

"Size doesn't matter," Haarlep muttered, combing through their master's hair as he sat on the edge of the bed fuming, "but you did show the Little Mouse your full form, didn't you?" "Of course I didn't stay in the pitiful mortal shell, Harlot, I spread my wings upon our first meeting when I summoned them here - I had thought them to be properly dazzled by my horns, my wings, my tail. I showed them a taste of greatness, all that I could offer, the devil they could know-..." Raphael paused, finally understanding the incubus's words. He began to sit up a little straighter, his shoulders carrying more pride even in the human guise that made it easier for the ever-preening creature behind him to ensure he would look his best for every meeting. "Why don't you just portal yourself right back there, wait til they emerge from that rancid little prison you left the Orthon in, and show them what real power looks like?" Haarlep gave him a gentle shove, the not so subtle cue to get up and stop sulking. "Unless you'd rather stay here, and play with me~" Their lilting voice was more than enough to spur the fiend to action. He was well aware of what would happen if he stayed, and as satisfying as it would be to lay with his personal incubus, that would do nothing for the festering rage in the bottom of his gut. "Fine. But you had better be right. I will not suffer such impudence from the rodent again. They are mine." The growl betrayed a little of everything Raphael worked so hard to deny, but was not missed by the quietly smirking incubus behind him. --- Several hours later, the House of Hope was a flurry of activity. Debtors were running through the halls, each seeking somewhere, anywhere, to hide from the footsteps shaking the walls, and indeed the one who was making them. Fire flared out from his whole body, huge and terrifying frame storming through the corridors and clawing hot molten lines in the solid stone walls. The fury burned hot in his mind as well as his body, a hundred thoughts condensed to a searing rage. Is this still not enough for them? I am huge, made of pure power, I have the flame of a thousand infernal suns...and I find them curled up with that...that...THING while he calls them "Little Rabbit"?! I was the first to name them, I dubbed them my Little Mouse, they should be mine, MINE- --- A few rooms away, a certain incubus suddenly realised they had somewhere else to be. Anywhere else. For at least a decade until this tantrum cooled off. --- END --- I may get to the other ask in my inbox a few hours from now~ thanks for the ideas! They're rather fun, and the other one will be much more focused on Yurgir rather than Raphael's side of things. --- Bonus Meme Gif --- This one is for the lovers of size difference. You know exactly what I mean, don't pretend you're innocent now, far too late for that~

[kharmii]

Here me out, -I spent a bunch of time thinking about this at work- but I think that Julius Novachrono gave Captain Yami a nudge to recruit Zora Ideale to the Black Bulls. He didn't come right out and order him to, but this is how it went down.

-So in an act of savage evil, a member of the Purple Orcas murders Zara Ideale because he's a commoner not knowing or caring that he's a single dad with a son who is now an orphan. Julius knows about Zora and even says, "Is that...?" when the child runs by him while he's visiting Zara's grave.

Despite knowing about the existence of Zara's son, Zora slips through the cracks and has a tough childhood. Revenge fantasies are constantly cycling in his thoughts throughout the years, and he is clever like his dad focusing on traps that use others' power against them while honing his magical technique. When he's in his late teens, he seeks revenge on the people who killed his father. While he successfully injures them, there's blow back that severely injures his face. It's unclear the details, (because I haven't fleshed it out in my mind) but it could be that his Uno Reverse Card spell got messed up causing some of the attack against him to get through that burned his lower face and neck. It could be a spell went wrong forcing him to draw runes on his own body spur-of-the-moment which caused him to injure himself. IE: His ash nature almost made himself ash.

Either way, he ended up injured on the point of death, and only an accidental tapping into forbidden magic saved his life but left him disfigured and forced to wrap part of his face, neck and chest to hide it. Years go by, and he gets better at exacting his revenge without any pain coming back on him. He is really, really careful and will only attack when he's 100% sure of success. He's very grounded in reality and has a good concept of his own mortality after that traumatic incident where he almost died.

Fast forward to Zora's early twenties when he has violently put a lot of corrupt magic knights in their place. Since anyone has since failed to apprehend Zora, complaints about a vigilante eventually get to Marx and through him, the Wizard King. The corrupt magic knights don't want to admit they were targeted for being dirty, so they frame it like they were approached by a male prostitute in a slutty little crop top who offered to turn tricks for cash. When they refused -they are pure magic knights who would never give into such temptation- Zora in a rage beat them up and ripped them off. "You'll know him when you see him", they claimed.

Julius, through a spirit of adventure, looks into it personally. At first, he believes the lies he was told, mainly that Zora does look like a typical street worker who's a perfect ten from the neck down but sort of a butterface. He eventually works out who Zora is and the motivation behind his actions. He feels sorry for him and doesn't want to punish him for doing them a useful service, albeit something illegal. The corrupt among them have it coming and should be kept on their toes.

One day when Yami is in the area, Julius tells him about Zora -his circumstances behind why he does what he does- and asks him to deal with him how he sees fit. He doesn't come out and ask Yami to recruit Zora, but he hopes that he will at least talk sense into him, even if he's not interested in letting him join. Yami finds Zora hard at work beating the crap out of some magic knights he believes deserve a comeuppance, and in a rage, Zora attacks him thinking he's part of their group.

Zora finds himself outclassed by Yami. He thinks....well, it was good while it lasted...... He believed death was imminent only to be taken by surprise when Yami throws him a Black Bulls cape with the 'take it or leave it' attitude.

Zora stews on this for weeks-months-years, like he wants to be a magic knight like his dad, but it would be awkward as frick to just show up at the Black Bulls base and confront a room full of strangers who might be evil people who'd chew him up and spit him out. They'd probably expect him to ditch his super awesome look modeled after the doll his dad gave him and make him dress up all classy and sheeit.. It didn't quite click that maybe the Black Bulls wouldn't care so much about appearances when their captain is a crusty chain-smoking guy in a wife-beater. He angsts over the expectation they'd look down on him for not being nobility, and they might not respect his abilities or take him seriously. Finally, he decides it's best to confront them on neutral ground to feel them out, but where to do it?

His chance comes when he finds out Xerx Lugner is invited to the Royal Knights Selection Exam. Since nobody knows who that even is, the usually level-headed careful Zora goes on a suicide mission to impersonate Xerx under the threat of capital punishment. Fuck it, his life is in shambles at this point with the fact he was given the opportunity to be a magic knight but is too messed up emotionally to take Yami up on it. It's better to go out with a bang while putting a bunch of them in their place right in the Wizard King's face.

Lucky for him, the Wizard King is a fun-loving guy who appreciates a good prank. He knows who Zora is but doesn't let on. Still, he was startled by Zora rocking up out of nowhere impersonating a magic knight whose whereabouts are unknown. When Zora puts an arm around him, he was repulsed by his injuries, his look that doesn't appear fully human, and the pungent nose-hair burning stench emanating off him because a stink bug went off in his pocket. Still, since they are vying for selection to fight a powerful unknown enemy, Julius thinks it would be good for the others to be exposed to an enigmatic person like Zora who might teach them out-of-the-box thinking.

Everyone else wonders why 'Xerx' calls himself the "Saint of Pure Ice" but they quickly come to the conclusion it's because he's a stone-cold douche. Even though Julius likes a good prank, he has regrets because he's more of the light-hearted prankster with a child-like spirit, whereas Zora is bitter and mean-spirited roasting the others in a way that cuts to their souls.

They also wonder why he has his tiddies out and wears low riding pants that shows most of his happy trail. After all, the doll his dad gave him (that he shows everybody like a weirdo) is fully clothed. "Because I have to draw runes on my own body sometimes," Zora eventually reveals, "It's easier to draw runes on my own body when there is a lot of exposed skin!"

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Can't Help Falling In Love - Struck by Love Legacy Challenge - Season 2, Episode 17

The next morning, Kaito prepared for his surprise proposal and making sure Suzu was none the wiser. The family stayed near, while Naomi was actively avoiding Hiro as much as she could.

Kaito took Suzu on a beach walk to the waterfall he heard so many good things about. He had been coming here for years yet had never seen the waterfall for himself, though he thought that would be the perfect place to propose. What's more romantic than a waterfall?

As they approached the waterfall, Kaito was getting less and less nervous. He knew that the woman next to him was the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Kaito stopped her and got down on one knee.

Kaito: Suzu, I know we haven't been together long, but you are my entire world. Since entering my life you have only made it better in every single way imaginable. I want the world to know that I am yours, and you are mine. Suzu Mei Komatsu, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?

Suzu's eyes filled with tears. Suzu hesitated to speak: I love you more than anything in this world and the next. Yes, I will marry you!

Kaito: You had me said with pausing and such!

Suzu: Well, I only paused because ... I'm pregnant Kaito, you're going to be a dad!

Kaito: Really? For real?

Suzu: I just found out before the vacation, I wanted to make a cute surprise when we got back but of course you surprised me too.

Kaito: That's us baby, I'll never stop surprising you.

Kaito and Suzu spent the rest of their walk in complete bliss, talking about wedding plans, possibilities of who their baby will be, and talking potential baby names. When they got back to the vacation rental, the family was waiting for them.

Kaito and Suzu stood before their family to share all the good news.

Kaito: As you guys know, I proposed to Suzu this afternoon and she said yes!

Suzu: Everyone knew??

Hiro: Yes! It was the hardest secret I've ever had to keep sister! I'm so happy for you both!

Maeve: I'm so happy to be gaining another daughter, you were already apart of our family in our hearts, but now it will be official!

Star: Yes, what Maeve said! Welcome, officially, to the family Suzu. You already know how much we adore you.

Suzu: Thank you both so much, you have given me a family that I have been missing for so long.

Kaito: Speaking of family, we have more news to share.

Kaito looked over at Suzu who looked back at him. Suzu: We're pregnant!

Maeve: Ah! We're going to be grandparents?!?

Kaito: Yes! Suzu and I were talking about getting married sooner rather than later so we can focus on the baby.

Star: I think there's a wedding spot not too far from here. I'm not sure if you have to plan it out or if it's a spur of the moment place.

Naomi swallowed her anxiety for her favorite and only brother: That's so exciting! Congrats!

Hiro: I think they do on the spot weddings! Kinda like a drive thru wedding chapel in Vegas without the Elvis.

Kaito and Suzu looked at each other again lovingly. Kaito: What do you say babe? Wanna get married this weekend?

Suzu: Marrying you this weekend? Let me check my schedule, I don't know I'm pretty booked.

Kaito: Ha Ha Ha, very funny. Seriously, if you want to we can.

Maeve: I think there's some dress shops in the village that has some type of dress you could wear.

Suzu: Of course my love, we're getting married this weekend!

Maeve: I'm so excited for the two of you. I know you guys are all the way out in Oasis Springs, but these days I can work anywhere. If you need us for anything at all, please call us! And maybe plan on staying and helping after the baby is born? I remember feeling so alone after Naomi was born, and I was so tired and still had to clean, cook, and had to go back to work early to pay bills. I don't want either of you to go through that.

Suzu: We would love to have you and Star there, meeting your newest grandchild and helping.

Kaito: I'm thinking Kaito Jr or Kaita for names.

Suzu: Absolutely not.

Star: Get better baby names Kaito.

Maeve: My little duck having another little duck. I can't believe this! I'm so excited!!

Kaito: You'll have to start picking out your grandma name.

Maeve: Well, I'll let the littlest duck decide what they want to call me. I'm not picky.

Naomi felt so much dread and anxiety while everyone else filled the room with cheer and excitement for the future. All Naomi could think of is when Suzu was going to hurt her brother, when she was going to cheat. She didn't think Suzu was capable of it, but that's what happens when you're in a relationship.

Naomi: I love you brother, I am happy that you're happy.

Kaito: Thank you Nay, you're the best big sister and you'll be an even better Aunt!

Naomi: Aunt Naomi has a nice ring to it I guess.

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[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 99 - Powerless

Ophelia's song is almost done! She needs some Marshmallow snuggles first to inspire her!

Ophelia's almost done polishing things up when the power gets shut off! Apparently the squirrels messed with the power lines? Fantastic.

I mean, it's not a keyboard, so she could work on her song in the dark, but the disruption makes her realize how long she's been working.

Xander had been taking care of Gemma all morning, and Ophelia had assured him she'd take care of her after her nap. Well, she maybe let that nap go on a little longer than she should have…

Ophelia: Oh no, how long have you been in that diaper? Poor baby.

Looks like Gemma found a way to get back at her mom for letting her sleep in that dirty diaper for so long.

Ophelia: WOOHOOCK! How did you even do that? I didn't think girls could pee on people! Ewwwww.

Ophelia: Do you promise you're done peeing?

Maybe for now, but it looks like we discovered Gemma's third quirk! I don't think that was a one-time thing, unfortunately for her parents.

Xander: Not to criticize your diaper changing skills, but Gemma still smells like pee.

Ophelia: That's me.

Xander: …Do you need to be in diapers too?

Ophelia: Haha. Your daughter peed on me.

Xander: Oh, so when she does gross stuff, she's just MY daughter?

Ophelia: Yes.

Ophelia: I am NOT sitting in the dark for 8 hours while the Landgraabs fart around.

Xander: Well, we have kind of been homebodies lately. Maybe we can take Gemma to the park, see if anyone else is available to hang out.

Ophelia: Beats reading by candlelight like cavemen.

Luckily, Drew was available and Moses was back from his trip, so they were more than happy to go to the park to hang out.

Xander brought some sandwiches he had made right before the power went out, since they were going to just rot in the powerless fridge otherwise

What is this place? Who are these people? Gemma misses the comfort of being someplace familiar. She doesn't care that the lights are off, she wants to go home!

There aren't a lot of problems that applesauce can't solve. At least having her mommy and daddy nearby is making Gemma feel a little less scared being someplace unfamiliar.

Drew: The child life ain't for me, but I've gotta say, Gemma's adorable. Thank Watcher she doesn't look anything like Xander.

Xander: I'm right here.

Drew: I know, that's why I said it loud enough for you to hear.

Ophelia: I'm so glad we could hang out! Between the baby and songwriting, I've barely had time to do anything. Come on, tell us all about your latest escapades, Drew! Let me live vicariously through you, Party Animal!

Drew: There's not much to report on, really.

Ophelia: Come on, what about that woohoo partner of yours?

Drew: Dude, I ended that weeks ago.

Moses: And you haven't met anyone new?

Drew: Honestly, I'm getting kind of sick of the woohoo partner thing. It's too much drama. We can't all suck so bad at it we fall in love.

Ophelia: Do my ears deceive me? Does Drew Padilla want to settle down?

Drew: Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in marriage, but it'd be nice to have someone to woohoo AND do couple shit with.

Ophelia: Nothing wrong with that! If you want something different, go for it.

Ophelia: Speaking of couples, how did you and Ian like your trip?

Moses: It was great. Henford is as beautiful as ever. I miss it sometimes, but at least we got to see Mum. And uh, we actually did something a little spontaneous, so don't get mad I didn't tell you guys.

Moses: I don't know if you guys noticed the ring but it's not just for looks.

Ophelia: No way! You guys got married?!

Xander: I didn't even know you were engaged!

Moses: We weren't! It was very spur of the moment. Mum isn't getting any younger, and I wanted her to be there.

Moses: I'm so sorry I didn't invite you three. It was so short notice, and Ian's family didn't support his transition so I didn't want to remind him how fewer guests he'd have on his side.

Ophelia: Trust me, I get family stuff, but we support you both no matter what.

Drew: Congratulations! I just wish you'd told us before I blathered on about my stupid crap.

Moses: It's not stupid. That's what friends are for. Besides, marriage wasn't a huge priority, hence why we waited so long.

Ophelia: Well it's still something to celebrate!

Moses: Ian wanted to get married before we had kids, so that was another thing.

Ophelia: Wow, really? You're going to have a Science Baby?

Moses: We think we want to adopt. Hopefully they'll be as cute as Gemmy.

Even with applesauce all over her sad face, she's still adorable.

Xander: Congrats again, man. I'm happy for you and Ian.

Moses: Thanks, mate. Any chance you've got dad advice? I've read a few parenting blogs…

Xander: No amount of preparing will ever make you feel ready, but it's the most amazing and exhausting thing I've ever done.

Moses: I was the youngest, I was never around babies growing up. I've never even held a baby.

Xander: Well, you're in luck. I've got one of those right here.

Moses: Are you sure? She seems a little scared.

Xander: I'll be right here. She has to learn to be around other people.

Xander gently passes Gemma over to Moses.

Xander: There, see? She loves her Guncle Moses.

Moses: Guncle?

Xander: Gay uncle.

Moses: Ha! You're her pansexual father and I don't see you calling yourself her 'paddy'.

Xander: Cuz that doesn't sound as funny, does it, muffin?

Ophelia and Drew move to a nearby bench to chat, girl to enby.

Ophelia: So Libby told me you guys have been texting a lot lately.

Drew: Yeah, she's got cool stories. I can't believe you gave up an astronaut for Xander. I mean he's one of my best friends, but, total downgrade.

Ophelia: Libby also doesn't want to get married or have kids. And she's super sweet and loves doing 'couple shit'.

Drew: Ophelia, you'd better not be suggesting what I think you are.

Ophelia: Why not?

Drew: Because she's your ex!

Drew: Libby's cool, but I'm not risking our friendship over a girl. You mean too much to me.

Ophelia: I appreciate that, but I was so young when I dated Libby. It feels like forever ago. I have a whole-ass husband and baby now. Trust me, there's no lingering feelings there.

Ophelia: I love Libby as a person but we were totally incompatible. Your lifestyles line up more than ours ever did. It's fine if you really don't want to, but if you want to ask her out, you have my blessing.

Drew: Thanks, O. You're the best fake daughter a fake dad could have.

Ophelia: Ooooh, Libby just posted a pic at a nearby bar! You could go there and do a meet cute!

Drew: We've already met.

Ophelia: A meet again cute!

Drew: Look, I'll think about asking her out, but I'm not ditching you guys. You're a loyal Sim too now, you should know that!

Xander: You and Libby, huh? I don't know much about her besides that she likes waterfall woohoo but hey, so does my wife so I can't judge.

Ophelia: Xander, not in front of my fake dads!

Drew: Waterfall woohoo is baby shit. I've woohooed at the top of the volcano.

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FINALLY, the next Chapter of Death & Flowers is here, featuring Cardinal Copia and OC Ollie.

Thank you all for being so patient with me. Sometimes it's hard to keep up with things when you have a full-time job and 4 kids you are raising lol. I appreciate all your support so much 🥰

Death & Flowers

It hadn't been serious, it never was with him. While Papa was suave and Ollie enjoyed their time together it wasn't meant to be. She knew it wasn't something meant to last…something permanent but—here she was. It was only one missed pill and life forever changed.

Chapter 11: An Emeritus Son

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Copia left his office only moments after Sister Imperator. His face was pale white, with only his freckles giving him the faintest hint of color. He had so many mixed emotions. There was relief, finally having an answer to where he came from. But the most prevalent was the shock.

The knowledge that Sister was his mother, of all people, however made so much sense. All the time she spent doting on him, nurturing him—the signs were all there. Copia ran his hand through his hair, scratching his head as he continued struggling taking it all in. While it was easy to accept Sister as his mother, the truth he could hardly bring himself to accept was the revelation of his father. 

“Cardi…that's not all I wish to tell you…this might come as a bit of a shock.” Sister Imperator swallowed back. 

“What else could you possibly tell me that is more of a shock than this?”

“Your father, well your father is Papa Nihil. It was a long time ago and I was so young and…”

The memories of their conversation, flooding back to him. Sister’s words echoing like whispers in his mind. No wonder she was in such a rush to get him to take control of Ghost, hinting to him that he should become Papa—he was always meant to be Papa. With all the chaos swirling in his head from the news, Copia could hardly think of anything else. His thoughts however, were never far from Ollie. 

What would she say? Finding out he was her baby's uncle—Terzo's brother. Would it change anything for her? She'd already been through more than any one deserved to in a lifetime. Copia, wondering if this would finally be “the thing” they couldn’t come back from. 

He struggled hard with it, drifting down the hall towards the refectory as the “what ifs” played in his mind. He was nothing short of desperate for another cup of coffee and a need to be away from his office. He arrived, like dissociating on a drive home, without being exactly sure how he got there. The familiar halls, lined in old paintings and crypts of long gone clergy members whose bones laid to rest within the walls, were nothing but a faint blur. 

The Cardinal tried his best to maintain appearances, smiling and nodding to siblings as he passed. Knowing most of them found him to be awkward at best. How would they feel knowing it was the heir to the miter and not just in title? Would they accept him? Did those responsible for his brothers murders know? 

Inside he was an absolute mess. Exhausted, not only physically, with his lack of sleep, but the constant stress and questioning leaving him running on fumes for days, perhaps months. Finally a bright ray of light in the darkness, he thought as he caught sight of Cumulus sitting at one of the tables, pensive and troubled. She was obsessively twisting around a lock of her hair and unable to get comfortable in her seat. He approached her wondering what she had learned. What was making her normally bubbly and lighthearted demeanor, so distressed?

As he got closer, he began to second guess himself. Unsure if he really wanted to know anymore "answers" today after all. The image of Ollie spurred him on, knowing that at the root of it all was his love for her and the want—the absolute need to protect her and their child. He continued on, smiling when Cumulus got sight of him. The ghoulette, looking even more nervous than before.

"Buona giornata a te ghuleh, spero che ti abbia trovato bene." Copia began, grabbing the nearest pitcher of coffee from the cart and sitting down beside her. Cumulus turned towards him, her posture still tense and unsure.

"Papa." She began, her words faulting. Worried what speaking her truth would mean. Alpha was the keeper and he had indeed threatened Ollie and Copia. His motives however were woven by his fear. A fear earned for someone was out to frame the ghouls for Terzo and the other Papa's deaths and he knew it, and he believed Copia was involved. 

It wasn't true, it absolutely couldn't be. The thought of her sweet Cardinal being involved, sent shivers down the ghoulette's spine. Her tail, twitching with the sensation and catching Copia's attention as it flicked against his back. Copia placed his hand on her shoulder to ground her.

"Cumulus, what have you learned?" 

"I know who the keeper is." Cumulus admitted, shaking as the words left her in fear. The little hairs along her ashen skin, standing on end as she waited for Copia’s reaction. 

"Who? Who is it?" The Cardinal begged, his rage burning behind his mismatched eyes. He was indeed ready to fight, to end the misery that was being caused. Cumulus swallowed back the knot in her throat before speaking.

"Copia please, don't do anything rash…please hear me out before you go making any decisions." She began, leaving him feeling dumbfounded. He relaxed back down into his chair, having jolted up with the news. He smoothed out the fabric of his cassock and adjusted his biretta on his head to aid himself in gathering his composure.  

Why would she protect them? He thought, doing everything in his power to settle himself enough to hear her speak. "I'm ok…please tell me." He beseeched her, his tone, much more level and collected than before.

"I went to the den and spoke with Alpha." The ghoul's name sent Copia back to on edge, knowing just how close he was with both Omega and Terzo. "He admitted that he has suspected all along something wasn't right about Ollie's baby and that he believes wholeheartedly that someone is out to frame us ghouls for the Papas' deaths. He also admitted that he has been the one sending you the letters—he’s the Keeper." 

"I see." Copia said, running his fingers over his mustache.  

"Copia…Alpha thinks you may be in on it. He thinks it's all a conspiracy to allow you to ascend…" Cumulus explained, watching the color drain from his face.

"He's wrong my dear ghuleh, I can assure you of that but…” Copia swallowed, “...he is right to be suspicious. I–I have something to tell you." he told her, his gaze falling to his lap. Cumulus took in a deep breath, she knew whatever it was, it was not going to be good.

“What? What is it Cardinal?”

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Copia confessed to Cumulus his truth. She was surprisingly understanding, despite how bad things sounded. Copia could swear that the ghoulette was his only remaining friend. Between Ollie, the baby, and all the mystery surrounding his recent appointment,  he had secluded himself. Finding it hard to keep up with any outside relationships, when all that mattered right now was Ollie and the baby. 

After the initial shock of the news, Cumulus could feel it. Deep in the brimstone and astral dust that made her, Copia was telling the truth. This whole time he too was a pawn in a much bigger game being played. One that he had no idea he was in, that none of them had, and while his ascension seemed to be the will of  those in behind the scenes, Copia had no part in it—at least not willingly. As Cumulus took off back to the den to settle Alpha’s suspicions, hopefully ceasing the letters and taunting, Copia decided to head up to the Papal suites. With his soul unburdened from truth and his dear friend on his side, he found a new determination to make things right with Ollie. 

As Copia walked back down the hall he passed Dr. Cunetto. The Doctor had just barely caught his attention, carrying his black bag and looking as if he were to accompany Copia up the main stairway. It was only then that the Cardinal remembered—Ollie had an appointment today. Copia furrowed his brow and brought his hand to his face. How could I forget something this important?

Surely the intensity of the day had led to his absentmindedness, but to him this was unforgivable. He tapped the doctor’s shoulder to catch his attention. “Oh Cardinal, on your way up?” Dr. Cunetto asked him. Copia sheepishly smiled and nodded as they both headed up the stairs. 

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Ollie pulled herself up waiting for the doctor to arrive. Her nerves frayed and her head spinning at the change in position. She had spent so long in bed she thought she might go mad. Her mind, still heavy with the thoughts of Copia and his secrets. 

She was fast approaching her third trimester and soon a child would be born to the Emeritus bloodline. A child that she was working so hard to keep safe—his true parentage hidden. She noticed her heart had begun to soften. Accepting that her lover was only trying to protect her and this child with his actions. Keeping things from her to prevent harm from befalling them. A child that wasn’t even his. She still felt the sting of anger inside, angry for constantly being left in the dark.

Since her child’s conception, she felt like she was an unwitting participant in something sinister. Her baby’s  life, constantly hanging in the balance. She missed her independence, her ability to only worry for herself. Selfish, she thought as she ran her hand over the swell of her belly. The little boy, kicking strong inside her, reminding her that it was not about her anymore.

She sniffled back and wiped her eyes, when the sound of the front door brought her out of her thoughts. Within a few short moments, Dr. Cunetto and Copia walked in. Her sweet Copia, she couldn’t help but love him so much.  She felt happy to see him, finally deciding to pull herself out of the self-wallowing abyss she had insisted on dwelling in. 

For the first time in days she could see him for what he was. A man who loved her unconditionally—and her child. Ollie couldn’t say if it was the hormones or not, but she was ready to leap off the bed and into his arms. Showering him with kisses and professing her love in droves to make up for lost time. Spouting apologies for her insipid behavior towards him. 

She knew he only ever did it to protect her and it was time she was a big girl. Accepting things as they were and not as they could have been. Letting go of her anger and coming into her own. Finally standing up for herself. 

She remained quiet as Copia came to sit beside her on the bed. Choosing not to turn away from him. A welcome fact that did not go unnoticed. Her small gesture, giving him hope that things would be ok. 

“Sister Olive, are you ready for me?” Dr. Cunetto asked as he sat his bag down on the bedside table. The feet on the bottom of his bag clinking as it hit, sending Copia wincing from the discomfort of hearing it. 

“I think so.” Ollie told him as she glanced over to Copia, whose eyes were now fixed on her. He reached out to grab her hand when there was a knock at the door. 

“Come in.” Copia called out and within moments, one of the water ghoulettes entered the room. Bringing with her a portable ultrasound machine. The ghoulette smiled at them and quietly handed the equipment over to Dr. Cunetto.

“I apologize for being late doctor.” she told him, as she glanced around the room. Marveling at the lush bedding, the vaulted ceilings, and the ornate tapestries that hung from the walls. Even letting out a gasp when she saw the old wooden carvings, inlaid with actual gold embellishment, that lined the archway of the master bathroom. It was clear she had never been in a Papal suite before and was in awe of its grandeur. Losing herself in her observation as Dr. Cunetto spoke. 

“No worries Isle, thank you so much.” he said, reminding her to mind herself. The ghoulette smiled and looked over to the coupe upon the bed.  

“Yes thank you.” Copia and Olive said in unison—both amused at the time of their shared expression of gratitude. As the ghoulette took her leave, the doctor wasted no time in booting up the machine. Both Copia and Ollie, anxious to see the baby doing well and praying to Lucifer that things were as they should be. Copia watched her, his heart aching as he saw the worry begin to fall over her face. 

Thankfully it wasn’t long before he saw it—Ollie's smile pulling at her lips. It had been so long since he'd seen it, but seeing that the baby, safe and sound within her womb had brought it back. He was forever grateful for that moment. His whole world, beginning and ending with that smile. Her happiness, paramount to his own. 

“Copia.” Ollie said tearfully looking up at him. The Cardinal, beginning to tear up on his own as he squeezed her hand within his. 

“I know amore. He’s getting so big.” Copia stammered, holding back his tears and smiling down at her while Dr. Cunetto took some measurements. The doctor was quiet which made them both a bit uneasy but the relaxed look on his face didn’t give away anything. It was a few agonizing moments before he spoke again. 

“Good news Sister, Cardinal. Everything seems to be going ok, I am not continuing to see any evidence of bleeding or issues. I feel like, with light duty and some restrictions, we should be able to allow Sister Olive to come off bed rest.” Dr. Cunetto smiled. Copia and Ollie were so excited. Ollie was so ready to be out of the suite and both her and her Cardinal, thrilled the baby was doing ok. As the excitement calmed and the doctor wrapped things up with Ollie, the reality set back in for Copia.

He still had more secrets to tell her. His heart, torn having just made progress with her only moments ago. Even Copia had just learned the information himself. He knew deep down he would need to tell her and now. Holding back would only hurt her more and create the same problem over again. And this time he would have no excuse for keeping things from her. 

As the door fully shut behind Dr. Cunetto, Ollie was already up and getting dressed. Copia, smiling as he waved the doctor off down the hall. When he returned to the bedroom, the Cardinal couldn’t help chuckling to himself. Watching Oliie, tossing out habits left and right from her drawers until she found the one she liked. 

“Excited?” he laughed.

“Very! Though I can’t find anything since the ghouls organized it all.” she sighed, wading through the mess of clothing. 

“Well that can’t be helped I suppose. They did their best.” Copia reasoned, Ollie nodding in agreement. “Ollie, we need to talk.”

“Copia, you’re right. I am so sorry I was so harsh on you. I know you never meant to hurt me…” the words spilling out of Ollie so fast, Copia barely had time to comprehend them. 

“No…no Ollie. It’s ok I am not talking about that.” he smiled softly as he watched her face turn to confusion.

“Oh, what then?”

“I had a meeting today with Sister Imperator.” Copia began, pulling at his collar, loosening it around his tightening throat. 

“And?   

“She told me something that I need to remain, for now, between us.”

“Copia just spit it out already, what is it?”

“She told me that I am her son.” he said point blank. It took a moment for the words, and their gravity, to fully hit her. 

“Oh…I mean that's good right? You finally know where you come from, though I can think of better mother figures.” Ollie smiled, trying to lighten the mood. 

“That’s not all. She told me that my father…my father is Papa Nihil.” 

“Wait…Copia? You’re…no, you can’t—you just can’t." 

"Yes…” Copia began, his chest aching as he watched Ollie’s heart break. “I’m HIS brother Ollie. I am so sorry…but this changes—" 

"This can't be right. Maybe she's made a mistake." she panicked, head spinning and broken at the implications of his words. She could hear her heart pounding, sparking her baby to move inside her. Ollie, instinctively bringing her hand to her belly. "...this means you're—"

"I’m…I’m the baby's uncle. I'm an Emeritus. Ollie I'm so sorry I had no idea. Never in my life had anyone explained anything to me. No one had—"

"The eye." Ollie said plainly, both her and Copia staring at each other. The truth was hidden in plain sight. After all this time it had never occurred to either of them that he might be related to them. The only explanation the Cardinal had ever heard as a child was that his eye was “a blessing from Satanas to those who would be worthy of his ranks”. Now both of them were painfully aware that the trait was, indeed, inherited.

Ollie sat back down on the bed, her crumpled up habit gripped tightly in her hand as she stared off into space. Copia went to sit beside her again, watching the tears silently falling down her face. She had spent so much time in tears since they’d been together. Some of them were joyous, but more often than not, he found them in sorrow. He wished for her to never cry out of unhappiness again. 

“Amore?” Copia said as he pulled Ollie close to him. She allowed him to hold her, her head falling onto the broadness of his chest as she cried. It was warm and comforting there. Like a childhood bed that felt safe and sound. How she wished you could stay there forever. 

“It’s just always so much, you know? Just as I feel I can catch my breath, enjoy my life, be excited for the future…the rug is pulled out from under me. The air taken from my lungs. What does this even mean Cope?” she asked him.

“I will become Papa. Other than that, this changes nothing. That baby is still mine and I will love him as such for the rest of my life. Nothing anyone else can say will change that. What happened before doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters to me now is you—and him. Do you understand me?”

“He’s not your son Copia.” she said softly, her heart wanting to tear into pieces within her chest. A patchwork of a thing that it had become, now barely holding itself together. Copia squeezed her tightly, his fingers tangled in her hair as he brought her face up to kiss him. 

A deep, wholly felt kiss. They had desperately needed it. Longing deep down to be within each other’s arms. Copia pulled away a moment to face her. Looking into her sparkling eyes as he pushed back the unruly locks of her red hair that had fallen into her face. 

“HE will be.”

Notes:

Buona giornata a te ghuleh, spero che ti abbia trovato bene. -Good day to you ghuleh, I hope it has found you well.