#I'm moving as soon as is feasible

[eepy-jazz-musicians]

'A Frenchman sheds tears of patriotic grief as flags of his country's lost regiments are exiled to Africa", according to the caption in the 3 March 1941 issue of Life magazine. Incorrectly captioned by NARA as "A Frenchman weeps as German soldiers march into the French capital, Paris, on June 14, 1940, after the Allied armies had been driven back across France."' - Wikimedia Commons

[pellucid-constellations]

Fable - Before

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Being in love with Azriel wasn’t hard; you’d been doing it for over 400 years. But things were changing, and soon, you would be changed. 

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Angst, pining

a/n: This is part of a mini-series but each part can be read on its own/out of order. I know I'm like attacking everyone with this random fic I just started but it's getting my writing muse going and it's exciting!! Enjoy :)

Series Masterlist (all parts ♡)

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“Do you think that’s the best idea, Az?” you promoted, cringing a bit as you hid your face in the racks of clothing along the store’s edge. “I mean, Rhys seemed pretty adamant that you… I don’t know—not pursue her?”

Azriel tsked, pressing his hand to the middle of your back as he passed behind you. You turned your wings in. “Rhys doesn’t understand. He only understands the pull of the mating bond and nothing else. But Elain doesn’t want Lucien, I’m sure of it.” 

Something twisted in your gut. “Okay, I believe you. But what if—” 

“Please, y/n, something else now. My failure of a love life must bore you.” 

You bit into your lip as you contemplated ignoring his request. He had done nothing but speak of Elain since you started your outing this evening, but the moment you questioned the feasibility of his plans, the topic was suddenly moot. 

“I was just going to ask,” you broached, turning from the clothes to face the shadowsinger. A necklace display enthralled him. “What if you found your mate? What then?” 

Azriel broke his gaze with the jewels. “That wouldn’t matter. This is different, y/n. You must see that. Three sisters for three brothers. It’s as if it’s a test of fate.” 

“Right,” you nodded, fighting off the urge to throw up or scream. “Destiny, maybe.” 

Azriel’s responding grin did little to soothe you. “Exactly. I knew you would understand. You’ve always understood me.” 

You offered a weak smile, biting the inside of your cheek as he ushered you out of the store with a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

This was getting more and more difficult to tamp down. 

When Azriel first became enamored by Elain, you thought it temporary. He had been chasing after Mor for so long; that wouldn’t be trumped by a woman he just met. And you were used to the way he pined for Mor. It hurt, but it was familiar. 

Azriel never seemed to think he had a real chance with her. 

But with Elain—with Elain, he figured he had a fighting chance. He saw the success of his brothers and felt that this was his chance at happiness. He never looked at you the way he looked at her, and he had had so many opportunities to do so. 

He never spoke of you the way he spoke of her. 

This hurt more than it did with Mor.

But still, Azriel was your family, so you pretended that it didn’t. You sat back and listened as he spoke of his grand plans to court her and sneak past Rhysand. You tried your best to provide good input and smiled when you were supposed to. 

You loved him from afar. 

He loved you differently. 

It wasn’t his fault.

“Did Rhys ever say what he wanted to talk to you about?” Azriel asked after a short stint of silence, the sounds of your steps along the streets of Velaris rhythmic and soothing. 

You blinked and focused your attention back on Azriel. “Oh, um, some mission at the camps I think.” 

“Anything big?” 

“I don’t think so. A little unrest but I think he just wants me to make sure the women are training.” 

“Need me to come?” 

“I would, but I leave tomorrow night. Isn’t that when you—you know…” 

Azriel sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Oh, that’s right.” He tilted his head to the side, weighing his internal conflict. “I could try to move some things around. Elain could—” 

“No, Az, it’s fine,” you interrupted, trying to forget about the times he would restructure his entire schedule to accommodate you. “You have to be diligent with the times you see her. I can see if Cass can come with me.” 

“Are you sure?” he posed, the question twisting his brow. 

You looked up at him, examining each tell on his face. You’d known him so long you were sure you would never forget his face—never scrub your mind of the intricacies that told you of each emotion he felt. 

Many claimed that Azriel was hard to read. As a Spymaster, that was the goal. But you saw through it all. You’d seen him as a boy and you saw him now. 

There was something unfamiliar on his face as you looked at him now. 

“You really like her, don’t you?” The words hurt as they came out. 

Azriel breathed through a smile. 

“I like my chances this time.” He curled his finger beneath your chin in a playful tap. 

That sounded the same. 

~~

“You sure you don’t want me to come, sweetheart?” Cassian asked for the fourth time, the table between you filled with a plethora of distractions that you were all too grateful for. 

You darted your gaze to the side, eager to ensure that Azriel hadn’t heard the loudmouth in front of you. “Yes, Cass. Now quit it. I got it, okay?” 

Cassian sent the pair at the end of the table a perfunctory, almost irritated glance. “It’s a pretty hostile camp you’re headed into. I feel like you should bring backup.” 

“And I feel like you have four other camps to go to today. And a pregnant mate to tend to, no?” 

“Nesta would sooner bash me over the head with her books than let me coddle her. I’ve tried.”

“Well, just… linger around her, I don’t know. Just know that I’m fine and don’t need a babysitter.” 

From the other end of the table, Elain giggled, the sound light and airy. You snuck a glance out of the corner of your eye to find the shadows along the table retreating to the floor. A few had begun to creep towards you, but you shooed them away with a flick of your foot, wanting to keep the conversation away from Azriel’s ears. 

They listened to you—for the most part. 500 years of pestering them made them give a little. 

“Az can’t come?” Cassian asked, his mouth half filled with roasted potato. “He’s not on anything this week.” 

You raised your brow and stared back at the sheepish look the general offered, waiting for him to chew his breakfast before you replied. “He can’t. Spy business.” 

“Spy business.” Cassian deadpanned.

“Uh-huh.” 

Cassian’s skeptical look rivaled your chastising one. “This doesn’t need to go like this and you know that.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Right. I’ve only known you since we were twelve but I’m going to pretend that you aren’t covering for the one person you—” 

“Cassian.” 

“I don’t want to see you hurt.” 

“Why would she be getting hurt?” Azriel spoke up, his head finally turned from his near-permanent gaze on Elain. 

“I wouldn’t,” you cut in, speaking over the beginning of Cassian’s sentence. “You know how Cassian is, always worrying too much.”

“Is there something to worry about?” Elain asked, looking between the members of the table, her question sweet and ironic coming from her mouth. 

“No—” 

“Yes.” 

“No, there isn’t” you gritted out, throwing Cassian a look. The smile you sent to Elain took effort. “I’m just going on a routine mission, but you know how Illyrians are—overprotective to a fault.” 

Elain nodded and blushed with a soft gleam in her eye, and, Gods, you were reminded why you’d stopped eating breakfast at the House. You bit the inside of your cheek to fight the swell in your throat. 

“I thought Cassian was going to go with you,” Azriel questioned. “You said he could.” 

Cauldron, you really should have taken breakfast in your room. 

You tore your gaze from Elain’s shy expression and blinked at Azriel. He was sat up straighter, brows shot upwards in an accusatory fashion that made you feel that you were in trouble. When you took a moment to respond, he tilted his chin forward, ready to catch you in a lie. 

And you were an awful liar. 

When you were thirty, Azriel had to teach you how to lie to help stave away the men that came with emerging adulthood. That had been mortifying for many reasons, but mainly because he was having you lie about being his mate. Your feelings had become complicated around that time and Azriel did not seem to share the sentiment. 

But you could lie about this with ease. You had become a practiced liar over the years—when it came to hiding your feelings. 

“I-I got an update from Rhys. He said the camp is more settled. I’m only going to watch from afar. They won’t even know I’m there.” 

A lie—a fat lie. But Azriel should be happy. He should pursue Elain as he wanted. You shouldn't get in the way. You needed to get away from them, actually. 

You needed the space. 

You felt Cassian’s disappointed stare on the side of your face but ignored the hole it was burning into your skin. 

“He didn’t inform me of that,” Azriel muttered. He looked to Elain—sweet Elain with her soft eyes and gentle features—and contemplated his night once again. “I think I should come with you. Reports could be conflicting or fabricated.” 

And the way Elain deflated made you press your lips together in a line. Azriel sent her an apologetic, downturned smile and you gathered that he was apologizing for you. You would always be an apology for him, a responsibility. 

Your foot had been shaking under the table without you noticing it, but the moment Azriel’s eyes wandered to Elain, the motion abruptly stopped. You gathered your resolve, sent Cassian another warning glance, and looked back to the man who never saw you. 

“I don’t want you to come, Azriel. I’m bringing Lucien.” 

A low blow, but not one that was uncalled for. 

It had the effect you were hoping for, with both Azriel and Elain sending shocked expressions your way, the former affronted and the latter looking lost. 

“Lucien?” Azriel parroted. 

“Yes,”  you confirmed, taking a causal sip from the cup before you. “Rhys thought it would be good for him to see more than just Velaris and the mortal lands. I’m picking him up before I leave.” 

“And you think he would protect you if the Illyrians went rouge?” Azriel’s tone was bordering on aggressive, his question pointed towards Cassian. 

“The Illyrians are always rouge, Az. That’s kind of the point of all this,” you joked, but the joke didn’t land.

Tension at the table remained. Cassian wasn’t saying anything, his arms crossed and his eyes locked on yours. Your foot started shaking again. Elain, of all people, was the first one to speak. 

“Lucien would protect her,” she nodded, pushing her food around her plate. “He would. He’s… a good male.” 

That altered Azriel’s train of thought very evidently if one were able to pick apart the soft widening of his eyes and the slight twitch of his mouth. All things you caught so easily. 

All things that led him to agree that you should go with Lucien. All tells that made him refocus his attention on Elain and ignore the shallow breaths you let out when you lied.

Because you would be fine with Lucien. Maybe if you went with Lucien, one of Azriel’s suspected obstacles would be removed. Maybe Lucien would start to want you the same way he wanted Elain. 

Only, Lucien wasn’t going with you, and there would never be a time that a conversation like this would happen again. 

A different obstacle, for a different time. 

[wings-of-ink]

Author Update - Good News???

So, I can't go into all the details in their full stupid glory, but I have some news that is...a bit of a mixed bag (at least for me). I wish I could explain it all, but I can't given the nature of my job. I keep my private life veiled from my work life for good reason. If I balked about it like I wanted and my employer somehow found out, I could get into some trouble. They don't know what I get up to for the most part, and I like to keep it that way.

The summation that I can share with you is - I got bad news for my job - but I'm still technically employed. This isn't necessarily "detrimental" to me at this stage (I'm currently safe and I think I will keep my job), but it is a "final straw" sort of deal. This is coming from years and years of mistreatment. My employer is being horrible and shady/conniving/unfair, etc...(In my opinion, of course.) Honestly, that's not a new thing for them, but they continue to set records for the "how low can you go" competition. I've been there for over 11 years and I have their game memorized at this point. But - I'm stuck - for now.

So, I'm turning this into something good.

Soon, I'm going to be increasing my activity here and in writing. I desire to keep focusing on production of God-Cursed AND adding a new project to the mix as well. I also have a full novel that I'd like to publish one day, but it needs a good editing first.

Meanwhile, I'll likely be looking for avenues out of my current job. The dream would be to make a living on writing - but I'm realistic about that. It's not something that can happen easily or quickly so that's a more long-term goal, and it may never be possible for me, I just don't know. One of the biggest hurdles here is my healthcare or rather the cost thereof.

To be as transparent as possible, with how things are where I live, the ideal is finding a fully remote job that I can take with me anywhere, be it another state or even country. My spouse and I have talked at length about relocating *somewhere* when it is feasible, but we need to determine where to lay anchor. We are very much in the air about this and at the mercy of many things - jobs, finances, families, the logistics. A flexible job would be key in helping us determine where we will end up. Our current location just does not have good prospects for employment, which is why I have been at this same job for so long even though they haven't been good to me.

This is a bit of a gift and a curse for me, lol. I'm looking forward to being able to move forward on the production of new things at least. I have some details to work out around it all, but you will likely hear more from me in the coming weeks.

So that's my news. I'm doubting any of this will turn around and change for the better, but if there are any developments (good or bad), I'll let you know. I'm determined to use this as an opportunity to create and grow. ^_^

[wombywoo]

Ok! I've finally decided to put together a (somewhat) comprehensive tutorial on my latest art~

Please enjoy this little step-by-step 💁‍♀️

First things first--references!

Now I'm not saying you have to go overboard, but I always find that this is a crucial starting point in any art piece I intend on making. Especially if you're a detail freak like me and want to make it as realistic as possible 🙃

As such, your web browser should look like this at any given point:

Since this is a historical piece, it means hours upon hours of meaningless research just to see what color the socks are, but...again. that isn't, strictly, necessary 😅

Once I've compiled all my lovely ref pics, I usually dump them into a big-ass collage ⬇️

(I will end up not using half of these, alas :'D)

Another reference search for background material, and getting to showcase our models of choice for this occasion~

When picking a reference for an actor or model, the main thing I keep in mind (besides prettiness 🤭) is lighting and orientation. Because I already kinda know what pose I'm gonna go with for this piece, I can look for specific angles that might fit the criteria. I should mention that I am a reference hound, and my current COD actor ref folder looks like this:

Also keep in mind, if you're using a ref that you need to flip, make sure you adjust accordingly. This especially applies to clothing, as certain things like pants zippers and belt buckles can be quite specific ☝️

Now that we've spent countless hours googling, it's time to start with a rough sketch:

It doesn't have to be pretty, folks, just a basic guideline of where you want the figures to be.

The next step is to define it more, and I know this looks like that 'how to draw an owl' meme, but I promise--getting from the loose sketch above to below is not that difficult.

Things to keep in mind are--don't go too in-depth with the details, because things are still subject to change at this point. In terms of making a suitable anatomically-correct sketch, I would suggest lots of studying. This doesn't even have to be things like figure drawing, I genuinely look at people around me for inspiration all the time. Familiarize yourself with the human form, and things like weight, proportions, posing will seem a little more feasible.

It's also important at this stage to consider your composition. Remember to flip the canvas frequently to make sure you're not leaning to one side too often. I'm sure something can be said for the spiral fibonacci stuff, which I don't really try to do on purpose, but I think keeping things like symmetry and balance in mind is a good start ✌️

Next step is just blocking in the figures. Standard. No fuss 👍

Now onto the background!

It's frankly hilarious how many people thought I was *hand-drawing* these maps and stuff 😂😂 I cannot even begin to comprehend how insanely difficult that would be. So yeah, we're just taking the lazy copy and paste way out 🤙

I almost always prepare my backgrounds first, and this is mostly to get a general color scheme off the bat. For collage work, it's really just a matter of trial and error, sticking this here, slapping this there, etc. I like to futz around with different overlay options until I've found a nice arrangement. Advice for this is just--go nuts 🤷‍♀️

Next, I add a few color adjustments. I tend to make at least 2 colors pop in an art piece, and low and behold, they usually tend to be red and blue ❤️💙There's something about warm/cool vibes, idk man..

Now we move on to coloring the figures. This is just a basic block and fill, not really defining any of the details yet.

Next, we add some cursory values. Sloppy airbrush works fine, it'll look better soon I promise 🙏

And now--rendering!

I know a lot of beginner artists are intimidated by rendering, and I can totally understand why. It's just one of those things you have to commit to 💪

I've decided to show a brief process of rendering our dear Johnny's face here:

Starting off, I usually rely on the trusty airbrush just to get some color values going. Note--I've kept my sketch layer on top, but feel free to turn it on and off as you work, so as to not be too bound to the sketch. For now, it's just a guideline.

This next stage may look like a huge jump, but it's really just adding more to the foundation. I try to think of it like putting on make-up in a way~ Adding contours, accentuating highlights. This is also where I start adding in more saturation, especially around areas such as ears, nose and lips. Still a bit fuzzy at this point, but that's why we keep adding to it 💪

A boy has appeared! See--now I've removed most of the line layer, and it holds up on its own. I'll admit that in order to achieve this realistic style, you'll need lots and lots of practice and skill, which shouldn't be discouraging! Just motivate yourself with the prospect of getting to look at pretty men for countless hours 🙆‍♀️

I'll probably do a more in-depth explanation about rendering at some point, but let's keep this rolling~

Moving forward is just a process of adding to the figures bit by bit. I do lean towards filling in each section from top to bottom, but you can feel free to pop around to certain parts that appeal to you more. I almost always do the faces first though, because if they end up sucking, I feel less guilty about scrapping it 😂 But no--I think he's pretty enough to proceed 😚

They're coming together now 🙆‍♀️ Another helpful tip--make sure you reuse color. By that, I mean--try to incorporate various colors throughout your piece, using the eyedropper tool to keep a consistent palette. I try to put in bits of red and blue where I can

Here they are fully rendered! Notice I've made a few subtle changes from the sketch, like adjusting the belt buckles because I made a mistake 😬 Hence why you shouldn't put too much stock in your initial sketch~

The next step is more of a stylistic choice, but I usually go over everything with an outline, typically in a bright color like green. Occasionally, I can just use my initial line layer, but for this, I've made a brand new, cleaner line 👍

And the final step is adjusting the color and adding some text:

Tada!! It's done!

All in all, this took me the better part of a week, but I have a lot of free time, so yeah ✌️

I hope you appreciated that little walkthrough~ I know people have been asking me how I do my art, but the truth is--I usually have no clue how to explain myself 😅 So have this half-assed tutorial~

As a bonus, here is a cute (cursed) image of Johnny without his mustache:

A baby, a literal infant child !!! who put this wee bairn on the front lines ??! 😭

Anyway! peace out ✌️

[roosterforme]

Aim for the Sky Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You were trying your best to enjoy the countdown to the arrival of the baby, but your emotions were all over the place. Even on your birthday, you couldn't tell if you were excited or anxious. Bradley planned to surprise you with something special, but he got a different kind of surprise instead.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, swearing, injury while pregnant

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Your parents' departure after Christmas left you antsy and anxious, and you knew Bradley could tell. All the talk about them potentially moving to California had you on edge, especially since everything was beginning to feel very real now. Your due date was creeping closer and closer, and you were starting to remember one solidly scary fact on an hourly basis now: neither you nor Bradley had any clue how to take care of a baby.

Your husband was so excited, it wasn't like you could feasibly bring up this topic of conversation. Every time you tried, he reminded you that he had watched dozens of Youtube videos. He told you that your parents were always just a call away. He assured you that if he was ever going to be successful at anything, it would be taking care of Rosie.

"I'm ready for the Nugget, Baby Girl," he told you as you got dressed to go out to the Hard Deck on New Year's Eve. He was already wearing the pink shirt you gave him for Christmas. The tiny matching one was tucked away in the closet in the nursery which brought a tear to your eye.

"I know you are," you sniffed, "but I'm still scared." You'd had a headache for the last few days, and food just hadn't sounded appealing to you. Your belly was getting enormous as your third trimester wore on, and everything was tender. "She'll be here so soon."

Bradley looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, his eyes lighting up as he smiled. "Eleven more weeks, but who's counting? Not me," he said, holding up his phone which had a 'Countdown to Rose' background on the screen. When you didn't even smile, he sighed and said, "I know you're nervous, Sweetheart. I get moments where I'm really nervous, too."

You pressed your lips together and tried to hold back the tears. You already knew how much he struggled with coming to terms with becoming a parent when he hadn't had either of his for such a long time. "The whole thing is going to hurt. And then we have to figure out what to do with an actual baby. Like this is going to be way different from nursing Tramp back to health. And I suddenly feel like I'm going to be terrible at this."

He had you in his arms immediately, and you were trying not to get your smeared makeup on his pink shirt. "It might hurt, but I'll be with you the whole time. And then I swear I'll take care of everything right afterwards so you don't have to. I'm planning on taking a few days off from work after Rosie gets here, and you can relax and be an amazing mom while I clean and take care of everything else."

You looked up at him as a tear slid down your cheek. "You're going to cook, Roo?" you asked, finally breaking into a smile.

His eyes went wide, and his lips parted wordlessly. You laughed at the worried look on his face even as you cried a little bit more. "Well, we can figure that part out. Or maybe you can freeze some dinners? I don't think I should be cooking."

"I agree," you hiccuped, wrapping your arms around him awkwardly with your belly in the way.

You were quiet for a bit before Bradley finally asked, "Would you rather stay home tonight?"

Of course you'd rather stay home. Nothing sounded as good as your bed these days. That was where he fucked you until you weren't horny anymore and then let you fall asleep in his arms while he read to you from the Nugget notebook. "No, I want to go out and see everyone," you told him, because you knew he wanted to go out. "We can sleep in tomorrow and do nothing."

He kissed the top of your head and murmured, "It'll be a relaxing week since we're going out for your birthday on Friday night."

"Are we?" you asked, suddenly feeling excited that he always remembered your day and made it special. "Where?"

"Hot sauce restaurant," he whispered. "And maybe a little something extra."

"A cake?" you gasped.

Bradley laughed as he wiped away your tears. "You want a cake? I'll get you a cake, Baby Girl. Anything you want."

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The Hard Deck was absolutely packed for New Year's Eve, and Bradley was getting worried that someone was going to bump into you. He tried to get you and your bottle of Gatorade tucked safely between his body and Nat's, but there were people shoving through the crowd in every direction.

"I've never seen it this crowded before," you said over the music. You'd just been talking to Jake about three feet away, but Bradley could only pay attention to anyone who looked drunk and unsteady on their feet while he sipped his own beer cautiously.

"Seriously," he replied. "Penny and Jimmy look panicked. That new bartender looks like she's going to cry."

You scanned the room, taking a small step away from him and Nat, and that's when you got bumped. "What the fuck, man?" Bradley shouted to some guy he'd never seen before when you stumbled back against him. "Watch where the fuck you're going."

"I'm fine, Roo," you assured him with your hand on his bicep, but Bradley glared daggers at him until he was out of your vicinity.

"You might be fine, but I want you to be safe and comfortable," he snarled, finally looking down at your pretty face as your straw rested on your lip. "I want you to feel as perfect as you look." Just then someone else bumped you into him, and his fingers curled into a fist.

You reached for his hand and shook it until his fingers uncurled and were laced with yours. "I want to tell you to stop, but you're seriously turning me on right now," you moaned, eyes glued to his face as your pupils grew wide. "Like a lot."

Bradley closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his body reacted to your words and the look you were giving him. His hand came to rest gently on your bump, stroking you through your shirt. You looked incredible right now, and you even tasted and smelled impossibly sweet to him. "It's way too early to leave," he rasped, glancing down your shirt as you took another sip of Gatorade. "But when we do, I promise you'll be well taken care of."

"Mmkay, Daddy," you replied, kissing his neck while Nat made an animated gagging face behind you.

"I was going to ask if either of you wanted to play darts with me, but not if you're going to start doing that all night," she said, but you were already bouncing with excitement. 

"I want to play!" you told her, shoving your drink into Bradley's free hand.

Nat grimaced but said, "Okay, fine. But only because you look happy, and the endorphins are probably good for the baby."

For the next forty-five minutes, Bradley acted as a human fence, trying to block anyone from jostling you while you and his best friends played darts. "You want to play, Roo?" you asked him at one point, holding up three darts in his direction.

"Who's going to guard you and Rosie if I play?" he asked, glaring at a woman who came tripping in your direction.

"She'll be fine," Nat told him, but he just shook his head and let you play. This was actually exhausting. He knew he'd be tired once the baby was born, but he hadn't been anticipating starting his protective duties this early. Soon he'd have his wife and his daughter to look after. Not that he minded. He was already living for it, but he didn't want to mess anything up. Your nerves were evident earlier as your hormones were constantly fluctuating, but he wasn't sure he had an excuse here.

"Are you listening?" you asked, patting his abs with the back of your hand. He could feel your engagement ring through his new shirt which made him smile unexpectedly. "It's almost midnight."

"Oh. Should we head home?" he asked, hoping he could get you out of here unscathed. The bar was getting a little wild now.

"Let's stay for the countdown and then head out. Get me a ginger ale?"

He grunted in response, looking for someone responsible to leave you with while he fought his way to the bar, but Bob was already gone on his deployment. Maria hadn't even come out tonight, and Cam was wasted. Bradley glanced at Jake and Cat who were looking quite cozy off in the corner, and he led you in that direction with his hands on your shoulders. "Stay with them," he told you, clearly interrupting the couple as you tried to dig your feet in.

"Hey, Angel," Jake said with a smirk. He had Cat's lipstick on his face and his arm around her waist, but he didn't seem too upset that Bradley dumped you there.

"Can you look after my wife while I get her something to drink? It's a little rough in here tonight. If anyone touches her, just punch them."

"I don't need a babysitter," you complained, but he kissed your forehead as Jake made room for you to stand against the wall.

"Yes, you do. I'll be right back."

Bradley fought his way up to the bar where everyone was reaching for the plastic champagne flutes that Jimmy was pouring. Penny saw him and immediately got him another beer, but he had to lean in and ask, "Can I get a ginger ale too, Pen?"

She shot him a little smile as she reached for the soda gun and a pint glass, and Bradley turned back to check on your current status. This time next year, you and he would be cozy at home with Rose, and there was nothing that could possibly make him want to be out for the night. A soft smile found his lips as he thought about coaxing his daughter to sleep and holding her against his chest while you and he watched New Year's Rockin' Eve on TV with Tramp on the area rug.

"Hey, handsome, you wanna buy me a drink?"

Bradley let his gaze shift down to the woman next to him, and he shook his head as she reached for his hand. "Absolutely not," he replied immediately, annoyed that someone was making his quest to get this drink and get back to you longer than it needed to be. He handed Penny ten dollars and grabbed your ginger ale before heading toward the back corner where you were waiting for him, safe and sound.

"Seriously, as soon as midnight hits, we're out of here, Sweetheart."

You sipped your soda and said, "Whatever you want."

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It turned out you and Bradley wanted the same thing. He had you both undressed by the time you got to your bedroom, and then the two of you stumbled into the bathroom, laughing between kisses. He tasted like beer, and his two day old stubble was rough, and you wanted him so badly you were aching for it. But he took the time to light two of the candles you left near the bathtub for when you wanted to take a relaxing bath, his hard cock bobbing as he walked. 

"I'm setting the mood," he whispered with a smile, the scars on his face intriguingly handsome in the candlelight.

"Bradley, I'm always in the mood at the moment," you reminded him. You could probably handle him four times a day right now if he could manage it.

"Just let me try to be romantic," he whined, pressing your butt against the edge of the vanity before spinning you around to face the mirror. "I want to romantically fuck the shit out of you."

Your giggles turned to moans as he guided himself deep into your pussy before stroking your clit with one sure fingertip and bracing his hand on the vanity next to yours. His abs were hard against your back, and his pelvic bones were sharp, digging into your rear end. He pulled out a few inches before thrusting deep once again with a delicious snap of his hips. His eyes looked impossibly dark reflecting in the mirror as he watched your breasts bounce as he repeated that same thrust once again.

"Look at you," he crooned softly, leaning in to kiss the shell of your ear as he fucked you a little faster. "Oh my god."

He dragged his big hand up from your clit to cup your belly softly, kissing along your neck as you already felt yourself pulsing around him. Those rough fingers soon found your nipple, and you gasped, "Bradley," which just seemed to egg him on.

He was sucking on your neck and murmuring sweetly incoherent nothings. "Baby Girl, these tits. Gonna love them. My fucking god. Massive."

Where you just saw stretch marks and oversized body parts, he saw something that made him go feral for you right now. Your boobs were so tender, but there was something about the way he was grabbing at you that made you just want more. His voice was deep as his teeth grazed your skin, fingers kneading into the side of your breast as you clenched around his cock which was once again shoved deep inside your pussy.

"Your nipples look fucking huge," he whined, his hips starting to stutter after each fluid movement. "Do you see this?" he asked, hand sliding up the valley between your breasts to grab your chin and aim your eyes upwards until you were studying yourself. Your lips were parted, and he was right, your breasts did look pretty incredible as the candle light flickered. And somehow your swollen belly looked almost cute as he slammed into you from behind and groaned your name. "I did this to you," he whispered, hand resting over your belly button. "But the rest of it is just how fucking sexy you are. I can't get enough."

When you met his wild gaze in the mirror, you let your head tip back to his shoulder, maintaining eye contact as you started to come. He held you tight to his body as his hips met your butt and his cock stroked you exactly how you needed him to. "Oh fuck," you gasped, legs starting to shake as you got closer.

"Good girl," he crooned next to your ear, his mustache prickling your skin as your eyes closed. He fucked you through your orgasm, voice mingling with yours, and before you know it, you were standing there panting while his cum dripped down your inner thighs.

You were a little dizzy, but he kept a firm hold on you as he kissed and tasted your neck, cheek and shoulder. His fingers were stroking your furled nipples, and your skin was on fire with pleasurable little aftershocks that you didn't want to stop. But you were so tired, you needed to get off your feet.

"Roo."

Maybe it was how you said it, or maybe it was the use of that pet name in general, but he seemed to know exactly what you needed with just that one word. He helped you to the toilet and cleaned up your legs while you used it. He brushed his teeth while you did yours, and then he waited for you to remove your contacts and wash your face before leading you to bed. When he climbed in next to you, he kissed your lips and let you get as comfortable as you could before whispering, "I love you both." You were asleep before he turned off his lamp.

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Leading up to Friday, Bradley kept trying to sneak off to confirm the plans he made for your birthday. But when he tried to call the lounge in Del Mar first thing in the morning, nobody answered, and if he tried later in the day, there was always an interruption. And that interruption was usually you. On Thursday evening, he finally managed to sneak away to the garage where he planned on working out as soon as he made the phone call.

Once he verified that you were nowhere in sight or within earshot, he had his phone pressed to his ear. When someone answered, he quickly said, "Hi, this is Bradley Bradshaw. I just wanted to confirm my rental agreement for the rooftop space for tomorrow night. I have the hour-long private event planned."

"Yes, sir. The space and the DJ are all yours from nine to ten o'clock tomorrow night."

"Great," he replied, head still on a swivel even though he was pretty sure you were doing a load of laundry inside the house. That's when you came strolling into the garage with a snack in your hand, and he quickly ended the call after a muttered thank you. "Hey," he told you as he awkwardly tossed his phone onto the tool bench and picked up one of his dumbbells.

You stood there in one of his old, stretched out tee shirts and a pair of maternity shorts and chewed on an unsalted pretzel. "Who were you talking to?" you asked. He should have known he wasn't going to get away with you not noticing.

"Uh... nobody," he muttered, and you raised one eyebrow in response. He sighed. "I don't want to tell you, because it's a surprise for your birthday tomorrow, okay?"

You smiled and told him, "Okay, Roo. No worries." You bit into another pretzel, and Bradley realized how tired you looked.

"Did you finish eating dinner?"

"No," you replied softly. "I just want a few pretzels. I have like no appetite."

Your next appointment with Dr. Morris was coming up in a week, and he had been wondering if it was bad that you hadn't gained really any weight since before Christmas. Work had been very busy for you the past few days with the arrival of some sort of new scientific equipment that completely baffled him. You were exhausted after one round of sex now, which was definitely a change of pace from a month ago. He almost blushed when he thought about how the two of you spent your first wedding anniversary.

"I think you need to eat something with some substance or protein or something, Sweetheart."

"I can't," you snapped. "Everything else makes me feel awful. You should try being pregnant, Bradley. It kind of sucks."

He didn't know how to respond, because the last thing he wanted to do was piss you off the night before your birthday. "Okay. Well, will you let me know if I can get you anything?"

You nodded as you chewed up another pretzel before yawning. "I came out to watch you get all sweaty for a minute before I head to bed."

"In that case," he said, laying back on his bench, "let me get started, birthday girl."

You were smiling again as he unlocked his barbell and got to work.

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You woke up on your birthday to the feel of Bradley's hand on your hip and his voice in your ear, slowly coaxing you from your dream. "Happy birthday, Sweetheart." You rolled over and were met with his brown eyes and his messy bed head, and he collected you in his arms. "It's my second favorite day of the year."

His body was warm, and the last thing you wanted to do was go to work today. "Pretty soon it will be your third favorite day of the year," you croaked. When his brow furrowed, you guided his hand to your belly and said, "Don't even try to tell me the Nugget's birthday won't surpass it."

Your husband shook his head. "It'll be a tie," he whispered, kissing your forehead as the baby thumped around. "Hey, Rosie is saying happy birthday, too!"

You moaned softly. "Rosie is hungry but doesn't seem to like any foods right now."

Bradley ran his fingers along your cheek before kissing that spot. "I'm hoping the hot sauce restaurant will hit the spot for you tonight. Plus I have a fun surprise for afterwards."

It was worth a try. Hot sauce was one of the only things that didn't sound disgusting to you at the moment. In fact, Bradley poured you a little bowl of your favorite kind for you to dip your granola bar into while he made some coffee, and you did feel a bit better. Your stomach gurgled as he plopped down onto the piano bench to play the birthday song and sing to you. 

As ridiculous as he looked sitting there in his boxer briefs with his hair still a mess, you knew you could never love someone the way you loved him. He was going to be such a good dad. He already built the playset and had the nursery almost ready. He had a countdown going on his phone. He picked out an outfit for the baby to wear home from the hospital. And he took care of you all the time.

"I love you, Roo," you promised, wrapping him up in a hug and kissing along the gray hairs at his temple. "I can't wait for dinner later."

As soon as you were dressed in your hideous maternity tent, Bradley drove both of you to work, and you found yourself stifling yawn after yawn. You were beginning to doubt that you could make it through work let alone a whole date night, but you didn't want to tell him that. Not when he was playing your favorite songs and holding your hand while he drove. Not when he had his arm draped over your shoulders as he walked you all the way up to your office and kissed you like his life depended on it.

"I love you," he murmured before dropping down to one knee to press a kiss to your bump. "Be extra nice to Mommy today, little Nugget." You could feel her squirm around as she seemed to recognize his voice. "She's got a busy day planned for her birthday."

Then he was back on his feet, zipping his flight suit up fully, and with one last kiss, he was heading toward the elevators.

After just an hour in the lab, it was evident that the granola bar and hot sauce had not been enough for breakfast. You desperately wanted to sneak back to your office and dig around in your snack reserve in your desk to take the edge off if you could. You were currently waging a war between being hungry and simultaneously appalled by food.

"Are you okay?" Cat asked, nudging your arm with her elbow as Bickel droned on about the equipment that was on loan from Lemoore's engineering department. He was hoping that in the next two months, you and the others would be able to help him build a more streamlined interface for the F/A-18s. It wasn't that you weren't interested, because you were. You just couldn't focus very well at the moment.

"I'm fine," you told Cat who gave you side eye but stood quietly next to you. It would have been beneficial to have taken your birthday off and spent it in bed, but it was too late for that.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Bickel finally stopped talking, but then he called your name. You met his gaze and realized he looked very excited.

"Yes, sir?" you asked him, taking a step forward. You felt awful. Even the sound of your boot squeaking on the floor set your teeth on edge. Your head had begun to pound at some point in the morning, and now it felt like your brain was attacking your skull.

"Come help me test it out," he said, his voice grating on your nerves in a way it never had before.

Your next step was a bit of a stumble, and you tried to reach for the edge of the counter. You were going to throw up. The urge to gag left you reeling, searching for something to hold onto. Cat was calling your name as Bickel's eyes went wide, but when you reached for him, your hand caught on the instrumentation instead. It hurt a lot, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as your knee connecting with the cabinet. You needed someone to reach you before you hit the floor, but you weren't that lucky. You wrapped your arm around your belly the best you could, but as soon as you hit the floor, you were met with blackness.

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Bradley didn't really need practice dogfighting, but it certainly was fun anyway. Especially when he was up against Jake late in the morning. The taunting was comical and getting more absurd by the minute.

"Hey, Hangman, why don't you hang it up, man. You're done," he said as he shot the other pilot down for the third time in a row.

"Lay an egg, birdman," came the response through his helmet that made him chuckle.

Bradley was just pulling up on his throttle to gain some altitude and go again when he heard Maverick's voice crackle through his helmet. 

"Wheels on the tarmac. Both of you. Rooster first, then Hangman." The tone of his voice left Bradley wondering what was going on. The weather was beautiful, and he was actually enjoying this exercise immensely. In a few hours, he'd be feeding you anything you wanted off the dinner menu at your favorite restaurant before indulging you in your very own, private silent disco.

But as soon as he touched down and started to taxi back toward the hangar, he saw Maverick and Nat running his way. Then he heard her voice through his helmet. "Open your canopy. You need to get out now. Your wife is in the emergency room."

A chill colder than ice shot through his body. Something was wrong with you or the baby, and he hadn't been there to help you. "What?" he gasped, saliva starting to pool at the back of his tongue, making it hard to swallow. "What happened?"

Nat didn't respond, but as soon as his jet came to a stop, she had his ladder ready for him. The rush of fresh air that hit him as his canopy opened did nothing to make him feel better as she shouted for him to climb down. Something happened to one of his girls. He hadn't been there. As soon as he was able to control his body, he climbed down as quickly as he could, skipping the last few rungs. When Nat reached for his hand, he could see the alarmed look in her eyes, and he started crying.

"What happened?" he asked again, but she just pulled her car keys from her pocket while she grasped his hand, and he ran with her to the parking garage.

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Omg, why am I doing this? I hope Nat can drive fast. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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TW: mentions of alcohol, smut, Shinji Hirako just being a menace

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it🫰🏻

You had a bad habit of getting drunk and doing stuff you regretted.

And so it was a recipe for disaster at the festival taking place in the Soul Society when you had too much to drink and a big fat crush on your colleague, Shinji Hirako.

As soon as he was in your proximity you were laughing too hard at everything he said, draping over him and clumsily batting your lashes over tired, glossy eyes. Shinji didn't mind it nor did he read into it. If anything, he certainly appreciated all the attention he was getting. As if you weren't being obvious enough, you drunkenly and decidedly blurted your confession.

"I like you."

At those words, he froze, eyes widening and mouth pulling into a frown. His reaction was a stunt to your chest. You instantly wanted to take your words back, wanted to shrink away into nothing and hide from him forever. In a split second, your liquid courage had run dry. You wondered how feasible it would be to quit your position as a Soul Reaper, to move elsewhere, change your name, take on an entirely different identity, anything to escape from the shame you felt now.

A beat passed. And another. And then another. You were drowning in red hot embarrassment as the seconds dragged by.

You backtracked, ready to step away. Humiliation coursed through you, cheeks reddening, shame continuing to bubble in your stomach, hot and uncomfortable. "Sorry. I-"

"You're serious?" Shinji grabbed your wrist, stopping you from getting away. By his tight grip and the harsh look in his eyes, you couldn't tell how you were supposed to answer, what he wanted to hear. You supposed honesty was the only right way, even if that meant you were in trouble.

Slowly, you nodded.

And then a long moment of silence followed again. You were prepared to wrench out of his grasp and flee, stick to your drunken plans to go into permanent hiding when he finally spoke again.

"Fuck."

"Fuck?" You panicked.

"You like me?" He asked in disbelief, his grip on your wrist tightening subconsciously. "You like me like me?"

That was it. You pulled away from him. This situation you had brought on was agonizingly long and painful. "Just forget I said anything." You hung your head low, storm clouds brewing.

"No," Shinji laughed, a sound that was a stab to your heart. "No," he repeated more seriously after watching you avert your gaze and your frown deepen. "I'm just surprised," he explained. "Don't get shy on me now. I want to talk about this."

"I don't know what I'm doing," you ignored him, looking for an escape route.

"You're trashed, but you know what you said," he challenged, coming closer, stepping in front of you to block any potential path.

He was inches away now, and there was electricity sparking in the air between you. His gaze was predatory, predatory in a way that told you he would capture you swiftly and harshly if you tried to run. "How about we go somewhere more private? Just you and me?" There was a grin on his face, one that told you he had a wicked idea unbeknownst to you.

"Are you mad at me?" Your fight or flight still told you to run, not that you were going to attempt it. You knew you had dug yourself into a deep hole, but had to stay committed, had to deal with the consequences.

"Sweetheart," the word seemed far important than the rest, "I'm far from mad at you right now," Shinji promised. "Come here." He extended his hand. "You can trust me."

Around you, the festival was a blur of color and sounds, as if you and Shinji were the only ones there. You looked at his hand uncertainly and your chest fluttered. Embarrassment still burned in your cheeks, but there was a new feeling coming into the mix, one just as hot and bothersome. You feared you may catch fire if you touched his skin, but didn't see much of a choice. Shakily, you reached for him.

As expected, your hand warmed quickly in his, and you worried about how sweaty your palm must have felt. If it bothered him, he didn't show it. Instead, he smiled, curling his long fingers around yours and saying, "good. Let's go."

You let him lead you away, feeling a bit like a lamb headed to the wolf's lair. Your entire body felt sickeningly warm, a new heat blossoming and churning in your core. Was this what love felt like? You weren't sure you could handle it if that was the case. It was too intense, too overwhelming.

Shinji still gave you no indication that he felt the same way you did, and the uncertainty and unknown of what was to come did little to keep your panic at bay. That combined with your wasted state made you feel like you were walking on clouds, and not in a good way. One wrong step and you may fall through, plummeting to your demise.

You kept silent as you walked along, stumbling over your feet to keep up with him, and attempted to distract yourself by observing the beauty of the night, but it was no use. Your head was swimming, heart racing as your nervous system confused your circumstances with that of being hunted for sport. You nearly tripped and fell at one point, but Shinji didn't stop. He yanked you upright, never releasing you, squeezing your hand so hard it almost hurt.

"Careful," he purred, and that's when you noticed his malicious smirk. He was completely calm, cool, and collected while you were losing your mind, hardly able to stand on two feet. It wasn't fair, the power balance tipped completely in his favor.

You arrived at your destination, which was none other than his private quarters. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it wasn't this. You didn't think he'd take you all the way back to his own domain, his personal space, and you couldn't tell if this was a good or bad thing. It was eerily quiet and dark as he led you inside, so different from the rowdy and raucous festival you had just departed from. Under different circumstances, you would appreciate the peacefulness, but now, you could hear your own shaky breathing and heart thumping in your ears, and you were sure Shinji could too. The quiet made you feel too exposed and too vulnerable when you wanted nothing more than to be invisible right now.

He released your hand to flick on some lights, and you stood just barely inside his doorway, unsure what to do with yourself. Maybe if you were still enough, you really would become invisible.

"Don't look so stiff," he chuckled. Damn. "You can come in, you know."

"Oh, right." You took a few steps forward, trying to follow his lead, but he offered no guidance, seemingly keen on watching you make a fool of yourself. You forgot how to be a normal human in his presence, in his space, trying to remember how to walk, how to act again.

He was holding back laughter at your frightened behavior as he casually sat in his living space and gestured for you to sit with him. You mirrored him, criss crossing your legs and twiddling your thumbs, flinching at every creak in the house and howl of the wind, waiting impatiently for him to say something, to relieve you of this fear you felt.

"How rude of me," he spoke suddenly, confusing you. "Would you like something to drink? You look like you could use one," he teased.

"I don't need anymore." You shook your head vigorously. "But thank you."

"You sure?" He moved to pour himself some sake anyway. "You won't have one with me? Just one?" He was dangling the bottle in the air, enticing you.

You hesitated. It was true that you didn't need anymore, and you wanted him to address the elephant in the room, not get himself and you even tipsier. You really shouldn't have, but how could you tell him no?

"Alright, just one," you agreed, but you still could hardly relax. He was toying with you, winding you up tightly, and for what? To make you snap? There was a point he wasn't getting to, dragging things along at your expense, making you tremble and squirm and suffer.

He sat before you, a glass for him and a glass for you. He took a long sip, watching you do the same before speaking again, finally getting back to the chief subject at hand. "Now then, tell me about this little crush you have on me?" He was finding this too amusing, the corner of his lips pulling upward.

You gasped, looking away from his attractive smirk, your heart and mind confused and at war with how you could want someone who mocked you so much so badly. "What more is there to say? Why are you messing with me?" You pouted, avoiding his taunting gaze.

"It's too much fun, watching you blush," he said, like he couldn't help himself. "It's just...so cute." He took another large sip, finishing off his sake. "I'm trying to make sense of this, how I'm so special as to have won the affection of such a pretty girl."

"Pretty?" You looked at him again now. His smirk had faded, replaced by a much more serious expression. It made you shiver. "You think so?"

"Mhmm." He smiled and nodded, satisfied. "I don't know how I got so lucky is all."

You nervously gulped down the remains of your sake, freaking out for different reasons now. He thinks I'm pretty. You prided yourself on not being a simple girl, but here with him, it seemed he had the power to easily reduce you to just that, a blushing, sensitive, naive, simple maiden. He thinks I'm pretty!!!

Shinji was chuckling again, watching you try and fail to fend off a bubbly smile. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't going straight to his ego, getting to see you, of all girls, unraveling for him in this way. It was making him swell with pride and cockiness. He felt invincible right now, forgetting all about the trivial matters of the festival or anything for that matter. All he could think about now was you, sat before him, looking so preciously adorable and shy and excitable at the prospect of him returning your feelings. He wanted to watch you unravel even more, curious about just how much he could get you to open up for him.

"I like you too," he confessed much more smoothly than you had. "So, what do we do about this?" He raised his eyebrows.

You didn't know how he could be so calm, admitting such a serious thing to you. There was no longer any reason for you to worry, now that you knew for sure that your feelings were reciprocated, but nonetheless a new anxiety blossomed in your chest now. What do we do about this? Your mind flooded with lots of ideas, none of which were pure. You looked at the floor, clasping your hands together tightly to keep from fidgeting. "You tell me."

Shinji grinned. "Oh, I have thoughts," he said suggestively. "But I want to know what you want."

"I made the first move," you defended, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting out in nervous laughter. "What I want is for you to take charge now."

It was a bold statement, one you knew was crossing over a new threshold. Part of you started to relax now, confidence building when you felt so silly for being embarrassed when it was Shinji you were talking to. He was eccentric and strange, just the same as you. It was why you liked him so much. Your shyness was starting to fizzle out the more you opened up to him. Sure, he was teasing and prodding, but you felt safe here with him, safe to be yourself, safe to share your desires now that you knew his feelings were returned.

He scoffed, impressed with your game. "Take charge, huh?" His lips were once again tugging into a smirk. You licked your own as you watched. "I think I can do that, but I still need you to talk to me. I'm not going to take charge of anything unless I hear you agree to it. Understand?"

You were sure of it now. The both of you were on the same page, talking about the same thing without directly addressing it. He'd do whatever you wanted, and you'd do the same, but he wouldn't go any further without your verbal consent. It made you admire him that much more.

"I understand." You nodded, feeling brave and excited all at once. Your chest was rising and falling, heaving with anticipation. Your hands were shaking, adrenaline and disbelief rattling through you.

Shinji noticed, and he rose, holding his hand for you to take once again. "Then let's take this to the bedroom," he finally said, confirming that you were indeed on the same page. "You want this?"

"Yes." You staggered to your feet, breathless. You dropped your shaky hand into his, and he brought it up to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss. You gasped.

"You're trembling. Are you afraid?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you, searching your face for any sign of hesitation.

"A little," you confessed. You knew better than to lie to him.

"You're allowed to be nervous, but you know you're safe with me, don't you?" He was showing a side of himself you hadn't seen yet, someone softer and gentler than the Captain you knew.

"Yes," you repeated.

"And you know you can tell me to stop at any time and that I will?" He rubbed your hand with his thumb. It was no longer shaking.

"Yes."

"Good girl," he praised. "Don't stop talking to me."

You nodded, letting him lead you to his bedroom. Your heart began to thump rapidly again, only because you were so anxious to take things further. Everything was unfolding so quickly, and it was all because of one drunken and brazen thought that managed to escape your mouth. When you had attended the festival, this was the last place you expected to end up tonight, though you certainly weren't complaining.

Shinji dimmed the lights and dropped his robe. You removed yours, prepared to toss it on the floor somewhere but he took it from you, delicately draping it over a chair. You looked to him for what to do next, eyes wide and expecting. He had to remind himself to go slow, not to pounce on you the instant he saw your pretty eyes looking to him for direction.

He grabbed your hand again, pulling you into the bed with him. You kneeled at his side, eager and curious, admiring the way he appeared in the dim lighting. Little did you know, he was doing the same, thinking about how beautiful you were and how he needed to have your mouth on his this instant.

"May I?" He delicately took your chin in his hand, as if you were the most precious and fragile thing in the world because to him, you were.

"Please." You stared at his lips, mesmerized, anxious, afraid, excited, obsessed all at once. You had wanted this moment for so long now, imagined what it would be like to touch him, to kiss him, and now this moment was happening here and now.

He didn't leave you waiting any longer, leaning in to connect your lips with his. You shut your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his lips against yours, following his lead. You parted your mouth, granting him access to slip his tongue in. You made a little noise of surprise as you felt his piercing, a foreign sensation you were always curious about when it came to him. He hummed in acknowledgment, devouring you even more.

His hands began to roam your body as he continued to make out with you hungrily. Without breaking the kiss, he gripped your clothing, giving it a small tug, signaling that he wanted to take it off.

This was really happening. You nodded against him, but that wasn't enough for Shinji.

"Words, please," he demanded, pulling away.

"Yes." You blushed. "Please, take them off."

"Are you sure?" He still sensed the fear in your voice, saw it in the red of your cheeks. "I can take mine off first. Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes," you said quickly, pleased with his idea.

Shinji smiled and began to remove his clothing without hesitation. You watched in awe, feeling perverted when he didn't stop until he was completely bare. When his hardening cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers, you nearly gasped and looked away. He was so long, you weren't sure how it was all going to fit.

"Everything okay?" He raised an eyebrow at you. "Still want to do this?"

"Yes," you answered shakily, and then "yes," more firmly. "You're just - just so big."

"Thanks," he laughed, reaching for your top first. "I'll take care of you." He kissed your head, then started to lift your shirt. "Promise."

He peeled the fabric away from your body, stopping to admire the lacy bra adorning your chest. A small, surprised moan escaped your lips when he cupped a hand around one of your tits, squeezing the plump flesh and watching your reaction.

"You're such a cutie, you know that?" He grinned before hooking his fingers into the waist band of your pants, tugging them down.

You lifted your hips as you let his words get to your head, making you feel euphoric. You weren't the only one lost in euphoria. Shinji's smile spread from ear to ear at the sight of your matching panties.

"So pretty," he cooed, playing with the fabric against your hip. "Can you spread your legs for me?"

Another moan caught in your throat at his bold request, but you obliged, spreading your legs apart and exposing your clothed pussy to him. You flinched when Shinji grabbed your thighs, holding them in place as he lowered his face to your heat, licking you through your panties.

You cried out, jaw dropping as you watched his tongue piercing get caught on your underwear. He tried to pull back, only for it to stay in place. You shrieked, covering your mouth with your hand in disbelief. Your face became so hot so quickly you were sweating.

"Oopth, gueth I didn't think thith through," he remarked nonchalantly with his tongue stuck outside of his mouth.

"Shit!" You panicked, embarrassed that his mouth was quite literally stuck against your most private area. "What do I do?! Should I try to take them off?!"

"Calm down," he laughed against you, the vibrations making you spasm. He reached for his piercing and your panties, trying to untangle the jewelry from your lace. To your relief, after a quick moment, he detached the stud from your fabric and was able to lift his head away, though it was now snagged where he was caught. You couldn't even care that your underwear were ruined. You were just beyond relieved he was no longer stuck with his tongue pressed to your labia.

You covered your face with your hands. "Oh my God! That was so - I'm so embarrassed!"

"Relax," Shinji laughed, taking your hands into his own. "That was hilarious. I really didn't think that through."

You turned away from him, unable to look him in the eyes. You knew you were being dramatic, but didn't care. You were mortified, as if it were your fault. You clamped your legs shut, face burning, reverted back to your shy ways.

"Come on, doll, don't be so upset," he tried to pull you back out of your shell. "You have nothing to worry about. There's no place I'd rather get stuck," he chuckled smugly.

His goofiness and dirty mind made you giggle, daring to look back at him again.

"Maybe we should take them off, so this time I don't get stuck, hm?" He suggested, easing you out of your embarrassment and back into your element. He was rubbing your hands again to soothe your nerves. It was working.

"...okay," you agreed.

"Okay?"

"Okay." You nodded.

Shinji smiled gently and started to pull your panties down. He didn't look away from your eyes all the while, not until the garment was down your legs and dangling from his fingers. He sling shotted them across the room, making you laugh and hide your eyes from him again.

"Let's get rid of this too while we're at it." He unclasped your bra, pulling it off of your arms and tossing it aside. He let his gaze fall to your breasts, cupping his hands around both of them this time and running his thumbs over your nipples. "Much better."

Mouth agape, you sighed and whined as he flicked and rubbed your nipples, eyes flicking back and forth between your face and your nipples, watching you gasp and moan as they hardened under his touch. "Does that feel good?" He asked gently as he drew circles against your skin.

"Yes," you gasped. "Please - need - I need more," you whimpered timidly.

"Yeah?" He raised his eyebrows, looking excited at your request. "Tell me what you need."

You hesitated to say what you wanted. It felt dirty and embarrassing, but you had to remind yourself that you were safe here. He wanted you to be honest with him, to be vulnerable. "Your mouth. I want your mouth around them," you blurted.

Shinji grinned wolfishly. "Your wish is my command." He dipped his head again, this time, taking a mouthful of your right breast, flicking his piercing against your nipple. The sensation of the cool metal against your sensitive skin had your hips bucking, back arching your body into him.

"Fuck! Shinji!" You squirmed. "Feels so good!"

"My sweet girl," he murmured against you, switching to your other breast. "Can't wait to taste your sweet pussy for real this time."

His filthy words made your core throb. Now, you hardly needed him against your breasts, and you wondered how his piercing would feel against your bare clit this time. You were starting to forget all about your shame, thoughts empty aside from how needy you were, whining for him to "just taste it now."

Shinji laughed, amused at how easily he was corrupting you. "Who am I to tell my baby no?"

He kissed down your torso until he reached your sweet spot, flattening his tongue against your clit. One moment his piercing was in your mouth, and the next, against your soaked core. You cried out at the delicious feeling of hot and cold against your most sensitive area, the heat and wetness of his tongue mixing with the cool of his jewelry. You were lifting your hips into him, desperate for more pressure.

Shinji grabbed hold of your hips, reading your body language and obliging, pressing harder into you, his grip bruising as he sucked on your clit, completely lost in your heat. You struggled to keep still and to keep your legs open, waves of pleasure rolling through your body and making you thrash. To make matters worse, Shinji kept looking up at you from between your folds, watching you fall apart beneath him. It made your face hot, making eye contact with him while he was in such a lewd position.

You were sure you couldn't take it anymore, and you attempted to shove him away, pressing at his shoulders and wiggling out of his grasp.

"Stop running from me." He yanked you back down. "You're okay, I've got you."

"You don't understand!" You fought against him still. "I - I can't take it anymore!"

"Yes you can," he murmured against you, clamping down on your thighs hard to keep them apart. "Just a little bit longer, baby."

He continued to suck and circle your clit with his tongue while he pushed a finger inside. You gasped at the feeling of it sliding through your soaked walls, curling and twisting and adding even more pressure to the already unbearable amount you were handling. You squealed and attempted to lift your body, causing Shinji to press a hand to your stomach, holding you down. He himself was starting to unravel, his length straining and leaking precum as he listened to your moans and whines mixing with the obscene squelching and sucking noises coming from his abuse on your cunt. He was groaning into your core, pumping in and out of you more rapidly now, eager to have you climaxing on his tongue.

Moments later, you were doing just that, crying and trembling as he continued to hold you down, nearly cumming himself at the way you looked and sounded as you fell apart completely. He pulled away from you, his face shining with your juices. You sighed and let your head fall back at the sight, eyes fluttering closed. He smirked at your defeated state, crawling over your body.

He took and squished your cheeks in his hand. "(Y/N)," he sang your name intimately. "Look at me." You reluctantly opened your eyes, peering up at him tiredly. "You still with me? You want more?" He asked, peppering your face with wet kisses.

"More - like your cock?" You asked dazedly.

Hearing such a dirty word come from your mouth made him blush. He quickly regained his composure, smirking at how fucked-out and delirious you were. "Yeah, more like my cock."

You smiled dreamily at him before nodding slowly. "Then yeah, yeah I want more."

Shinji tangled his fingers in your hair, narrowing his eyes at you in that cute way he did when he was thinking hard about something. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "So. Damn. Cute."

Slowly, he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. When he tried to pull away, you pulled him back down, making him kiss you again, but this time, you parted your mouth and searched for his piercing, taking the time to explore his mouth before catching his lip between your teeth and pulling away.

He sprang into action at that, sitting up and roughly pulling you down by your thighs, making you yelp. He didn't waste another moment, grabbing his member and lining it up with your entrance. You watched with wide eyes, in awe at how pretty his cock looked, especially when it was so close to where you needed it most. He pressed the tip against your folds, and the two of you shared a moan as his slick mixed with yours. You throbbed, looking up at him expectantly, already revived and prepared for more.

"Ready?" He asked, just barely starting to push in.

"Mhm!" You nodded, looking back down to watch him slowly sheathe himself inside of you.

You hissed at the initial stretch, digging your claws into Shinji's arm. It made him worry, stilling his movement halfway inside of you, though with how much you were already filled, you could hardly believe that.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked softly, sounding almost unlike himself, cradling your head in his hand.

"No, no!!" You whimpered unconvincingly. "I'm okay! It's - it's just a lot of pressure!"

"I won't go all the way in yet," he said, starting to pull out before pushing back in halfway again. He was squeezing his eyes shut, grunting as you sucked him in. "You feel so good," he breathed before taking your lips into his again. "So good for me."

You cried into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor yourself. Each time he pushed back in, he went deeper, until he had you completely speared on him, sinking all the way in to the hilt. You gasped at the fullness, spreading your legs further in an attempt to open wider for him. He was still moving so achingly slow, doing his best not to start pounding into you until you were well adjusted to his size.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice straining.

"Yes," you told him, sounding just as pained as he did. "Can you help - can you hold my legs apart?"

His jaw dropped at your request, but he quickly obliged, grabbing behind your knee to not only pull them apart, but to push them down, holding them up near your ears. Your muscles burned, but you could hardly think about that with his cock bullying itself into your walls. Mouth parted and brows furrowed up at him, you informed him that he could be a little rougher with you now. "You can go faster."

You didn't have to tell him twice. Shinji began to move faster in and out of you now, building the pace gradually until he was losing his composure, gone too feral from the feeling of you squeezing around him. He gripped your thighs tighter to steel himself as he snapped his hips against yours, hitting deep and hard inside you each time. You'd never seen him at such a loss for words, the only sounds coming from him being the groaning and grunting escaping his mouth as he buried himself inside of you. Nothing but the occasional, "so good," and "so warm and tight," sounding drunk off of your pussy.

You didn't have much to say either. Your legs were shaking and twitching every time he thrusted into you, still so sensitive from the orgasm he gave you earlier. He was pounding into you relentlessly, balls slapping against you with a plap, plap, plap. The once silent space was now so loud with both of you groaning and panting and squelching against one another. You were going completely dumb on him, unable to think or even speak when he was talking to you again, asking you if you were okay, if it felt good. All you could do was nod.

But then Shinji was grabbing your cheeks again, forcing you to look at him. "Pretty girl, are you sure you're okay?" He panted. "Can you talk to me?"

"M'ok - ay." You were staring at him, but to him there seemed to be no one home. It was both worrying him and making that coil inside of him ready to snap, knowing that you were in your most vulnerable state right now and that he was the one who got you there.

"Are you gonna cum again?" He was asking too many questions. You whined in response. Of course you were going to.

He was slamming into you viciously, chasing his own high. It was so painful that it felt good, and your pleasure was making you see stars, in pure bliss knowing that you were at his mercy completely.

"I can't hold it anymore," he groaned into your neck. "Fucking clamping down on me like that! You close?"

"Yes!" You squealed, your body squirming like a rag doll beneath his.

He wrapped his long fingers around your neck, still pinning one of your knees up by your head, while he roughly and determinedly thrusted into you, chasing both of your highs with vigor. You were surprised by how good it felt, having him choke you lightly and stretch you to your breaking point. Moments later, you were spasming on him, choking out a high-pitched whine while he fucked your orgasm out of you. His quickly followed, and you watched in a lovesick state as he shuddered and convulsed over you, dick twitching inside of you before he hurriedly pulled out to release himself on your stomach.

He took a minute to admire his work, catching his breath and observing your limp body. "Stay put," he huffed, exhausted. "I'll go get something to clean you up."

Shinji gently wiped his juices from your stomach before joining you back in the bed, sighing contentedly and tossing his head back against the pillow. You were both silent until you were able to breathe normally again. Your eyes were fluttering closed before shooting back open, desperately trying to stay awake to get more time with him.

"So," he began awkwardly and uncertainly, surprising you. He was never awkward, always the cocky and confident one. You looked to him with concern, wondering what he seemed so nervous about. "This wasn't like - a one time thing - right?"

Sometimes, with how bold and loud and unafraid he was, you forgot that Shinji got insecure too, that he was human, just the same as you. It made your heart melt, getting to see this other side of him, having him be vulnerable with you. It was a different kind of intimacy than the one you just experienced, but was just as meaningful, if not more.

You turned on your side to fully face him, reaching out to stroke his bicep lovingly. "Shinji, I know I was being drunk and stupid earlier when I told you I liked you, but I really meant it," you told him softly. "I don't want this to be a one time thing, do you?"

"Hell no." He managed a grin. "I really like you too."

"Okay, good," you giggled. "I was actually hoping we could do more than this," you confessed timidly.

"More." Shinji smiled lazily at you. "Like sharing meals and waking up next each other?"

"Yeah." You held your breath.

"I'd like that," he agreed, eyes full of adoration. "We can start now." He pulled you to his chest. "With you staying the night."

Now you let your eyes fluttered closed, cheek pressed to his warm skin as you hummed contentedly against him. You'd have more time with him tomorrow, and if you were lucky, every day after that. You snuggled up to him, and he squished you in, holding you tightly and protectively now that he had you completely in his snare.

"Goodnight, Shinji."

"Goodnight, angel." He kissed your forehead. "Sweet dreams."

As you drifted off to sleep in his hold, you reminisced on the unfolding events of the night. Maybe it wasn't such a bad habit, getting drunk and doing stuff you regretted, or maybe this was just one instance you didn't regret.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Can you write a pedri smut brothers bestfriend trope

Between us —Pedri Gonzalez.

summary: Request. Pedri x Ferran Torres' sister.

warnings: YES. smut. (unprotected sex, cursing, explicit sex)

words count: +2.5k

#SEXYNOTE: I hope you like sunshine 💝 Thank you very much for the support 💖. I know I'm not very active these days but I'll be back soon 💌

The alarm sounded repeatedly as the sun streamed through the window, alerting you that it was time to get up. An exhausted sigh escaped your lips as you sat up in your bed and carved your eyes.

You lazily slipped your feet off the bed and slipped on your teddy bear slippers, walking to the door and opening it. As you crossed the hallway you heard a noise from the bathroom and groaned as you noticed it was occupied. Your bladder was about to burst if you didn't empty it right now, you'd probably get an infection later and you couldn't hold on a second longer.

You slammed the door loudly feeling the shower on the other side. Shit, you couldn't take it anymore. You sighed trying to calm your need to pee.

"Pedro!" you yelled in desperation but were ignored. "Hurry up!"

"What!?" he shouted from the other side, not understanding you.

You crossed your legs and when you swore you were going to pee right there, you sighed again and again but with every movement you felt the urge to pee. Why was living with someone else so complicated? You needed to use the bathroom right now! So you opened the door without thinking and walked into the bathroom, concentrating on getting to the toilet. You quickly pulled down your panties and fell onto the toilet relieving your bladder when you were finally able to pee. A gasp escaped your lips when you felt your lower belly empty from the pressure you felt.

"It's not normally how I'd want to make a girl moan but I'll take it" an amused voice interrupted your quiet, startling you.

You looked to your side and remembered that Pedri was showering next to you. You rolled your eyes groaning as you quickly pulled the large t-shirt over you, covering as much of your body as possible. For a second you had forgotten him. Oh my God. Your cheeks flushed a soft red as you came to your senses and remembered he was still there, inside the shower, looking at you!

"Is that my shirt?" he opened the shower door suddenly not caring that he was naked.

"Pedro, what the fuck!" you squealed covering your eyes quickly after seeing him.

The image of his body was explicitly tattooed in your mind when you were surprised by him and you started to feel a heat in your body. This was so embarrassing and uncomfortable. At this point you were hating that you were living under the same roof. You heard a loud laugh from him and then grab the towel hanging on the wall. Since you still had your eyes closed, you could hear it come out of the shower.

"I didn't know it was yours, I took it from the washing machine" you excused yourself still covering your eyes.

"You look cute, little one, but next time make sure I'm not looking behind the glass" he whispered close to your face surprising you again.

When your eyes widened at his words, you saw the half naked body of your roommate pass in front of your eyes shamelessly. Damn.

Who would have thought that living with your brother and his best friend would be so difficult? It had been several months since he had come but you still couldn't get used to his presence. He acted like a child and always made bad jokes that embarrassed you.

How did you think accepting Pedro in the first place was feasible? You and Ferran used to move in together when you came to study and when Pedro needed a place to live in Barcelona, Ferran thought it was a good idea for you to share a roof. You didn't know him like Ferran knew him but you only lived together and you tried to get along as well as possible with him. However, there were days when it was impossible.

You couldn't stop think about Pedro though... damn it. Lately these days you had begun to feel particularly strange with his presence and sometimes it worried you. There were mornings you woke up after dreaming about him, sometimes when you heard his voice you felt curious, other times you stare at him for hours. But you tried to think that it was all because you were beginning to know each other and to live together. It had to be.

When you finished, you brushed your teeth and tried your hair, still embarrassed by the previous situation but totally willing to forget about it for your sake and that of your cohabitation. You quickly left the bathroom, trying to get back to your room as soon as possible but your body bumps into something and pushes you back. A whimper comes out of your mouth as you bolt but an arm grabs you and presses down, breaking your fall.

Your feet find balance as your hands rest on a hard chest and your gaze drifts to the surprised eyes of your roommate. You swallow saliva as you feel the pressure on your lower back and his soft skin under your fingers, you're so close to him you can feel his heat leave his body and reach yours.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you" you apologize nervously.

"I didn't see you" he says looking at you and you shake your head shaking.

Your pulse races and as you bite your tongue nervously, you feel the pressure of his hand holding you.

It was the first time you had him so close to you and you felt a weird sensation, making you rethink all your ideas. What the fuck was going on today? You guys usually barely saw each other, when you woke up in the morning he was already gone and you didn't see each other again until dinner.

A small pout on his lips made you swallow a sigh at his closeness. His wet hair fell at his sides making him look so handsome and you could still smell the scent of his shampoo. Heat rushed through your belly and you almost gasped at how hot he looked, his bare chest, he was only wearing underwear and that made you sweat.

You didn't know if you were still asleep and this was a dream but when your eyes met his lips the urge to kiss him was uncontrollable.

Suddenly you couldn't to move, you were a mess under his hungry gaze as if he wanted to tell you something. You tried to move but he didn't let you, Pedri kept stopping you with his hands and you didn't want him to let you go.

Pedro's hands were around your back and you could feel his fingers pressing harder and harder, your heart was pounding and every second that passed your desire grew more and more.

He was your brother's fucking best friend! It was forbidden. Damn it.

But you couldn't stop thinking about one thing... kissing him.

You could feel your nipples bristle as one of his hands ran down your back, sliding upward. This was dangerous. His fingers crept up the back of your neck, circling it just enough to draw you to him.

And so he did.

The pressure on your neck caused your face to remain on his and his lips to aggressively take you. A sigh of relief left your mouth as your lips met, kissing and feeling each other. Your hands went around his shoulders and you held tight as his hands lifted you off the ground, making you wrap around his waist.

Alarm bells went off in your head as you remembered you were kissing your brother's best friend, his teammate, his buddy.

But you still didn't want to stop. You couldn't.

Your fingers tangled in his damp hair and you tugged at them as he began to take steps toward the bedroom. Gasps escaped your mouths as you touched, kissed, felt each other. It was like quenching a thirst they had been hiding for so long, they were out of control. Your hands caressed their chin and you could feel the fine hair under them, making you hotter.

You couldn't believe you were doing this.

"You can't wear my clothes just like that and pretend it won't have an effect on me, little girl" he murmured between kisses, pulling you away a little to speak.

A small giggle escapes your red lips.

"I didn't know it was yours" you lie innocently again. "I just took it."

It was partly true, you had taken it from the laundry room in a moment of haste without even noticing it was his but then when you realized it was Pedri's "because of its scent" you couldn't take it off and wore it every night to sleep. Maybe that's why you woke up in the mornings dreaming about him.

"It looks too good on you not to be yours" he mutter mockingly and you laugh.

"If you want it back, take it" you say panting and he looks at you lustfully.

His body was on top of yours and he looked so handsome like that, you just wanted to grab him from your face and kiss him until you were tired. When had he ever looked so handsome to you, how could you be feeling butterflies right now in your belly? You had a thousand doubts but you couldn't think now. You needed him.

You bit your lip as his eyes impacted yours, you could see the fire in them. He wanted this as much as you did and they weren't going to last long.

Ferran? You didn't even think him. And you really hoped whoever was upstairs wouldn't punish you for this later because you were about to commit a sin.

His hands settled on your-his- shirt caressing your skin with his fingertips making you bristle completely as you gasped his name in need. Pedri took your lips again, starting to lift it up a little at a time, helping himself with you to finish pulling it off. You could feel the grin on his face as he saw you without a bra, bringing his palms quickly to your breasts. The cool touch of his fingers made you shiver, moaning as you felt his caresses encircle your breasts and gently knead them.

The warmth in your legs was overwhelming and you could feel Pedro's bulge slap against your belly, the two of you needed each other, you were ready and prepared to have each other but he didn't want to rush things.

Your hands wiggled in his black hair, thrumming him as his caresses rose in pitch, squeezing your breast and squeezing it. His lips bit and sucked on yours and you couldn't have been more at ease with his aggressiveness. It didn't take long for your hands to go to his belly and caress his scarred abdomen, making you moan at the hardness of his muscles.

The process was easier than you thought, you were both almost naked, Pedro had taken a shower and hadn't dressed, while you had just woken up and hadn't managed to get dressed either. So you quickly found yourselves completely naked, caressing, kissing, touching each other.

You couldn't stop thinking about how dangerous this was but it was getting more and more exciting, you weren't afraid and you didn't want to stop. Pedro clearly felt the same way.

As his penis positioned itself at your entrance, you both gasped desperately, craving this moment more than ever. Your hands held his shoulders strong as his hands were around your body, holding himself above you.

His eyes searched for your approval when you were both ready and when your hands went up to his neck, he entered you completely. All your thoughts dispersed for a few seconds as you felt his hardness anchor itself in your center, making you cry out in pleasure.

Over seven months living in the same and you had never come across fucking him before, why had you waited so long? Damn it.

It was like a work of art, his tanned skin sweating all over you, his grimaces fractioning in your memory, the sound of his moans like music to your ears. Every stroke inside you was like seeing the stars, you felt satisfied and needy at the same time. You never wanted it to end, you wanted it to stay inside you for the rest of your life. You were going to go crazy.

His strokes begin to be erratic, irregular, his moans get louder and you begin to feel the pressure in your belly. You are in heaven itself, trying to hold on but you know you will explode. Your fingers sink into her back hard, you want to scream. You're fucking out of your mind, you're feeling Pedro in a different way and you were loving it.

Your breaths become exhausted as you try to feel as much as possible. The orgasm hits you in a matter of seconds making you scream and claw at his back, shaking from the feeling of release as you listen to Pedri's curses, climaxing as well.

Pedro falls limp next to you as you sigh trying to assimilate what just happened. You're supposed to be regretting sleeping with your brother's best friend now, yet you don't feel guilty. At least not now.

You turn your body a little to face him, Pedro looks at the ceiling and says nothing. Maybe he is regretting it, it must be important to Pedro his relationship with Ferran. But this doesn't mean anything, you are two adults who can sleep together and then move on with your lives. It was just a one-time thing, it's not a big deal. Ferran doesn't need to know about it, nor does anyone else.

"What's wrong?" you ask him in a whisper. Pedro turns his head and looks at you.

"Nothing" he simply says.

One of your hands rests on his cheek and you caress him.

"It was nothing" you say trying to shake off his guilt. "Ferran won't know, this stays between us."

He grimaces. "He will kill me" he sighs.

"It won't happen again, it was just a one time thing" you say again to believe it.

The boy next to you nods with a small smile.

"Then I should get out of your room" he mutters with a chuckle. You nod.

His body gets up and he reaches for the few clothes he had on when he came in the first place and puts them on, while you watch him still dumbfounded. His muscular back faces you as you watch him get dressed and a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of what you had done.

He gets out of bed and turns again to look at you, you don't know what his next move will be, so you smile at him to reassure him. He shyly approaches you again, lying on top of you with his head. His lips kiss yours deliciously and you receive him by holding his cheeks.

He is saying goodbye to you, to whatever it is you just did, whatever it is you have. The secret that will bind you together forever.

When you part from your kiss, Pedri smiles and you give him a smile in return, letting him go. His body disappears from the room and you sigh trying to erase all your lived memories so you can move on with your life.

This will not be easy.

[whatonearthisgoingon]

Lost Memories - An Alternate Marauders Era Universe.

The story is supposed to go like this: as usual, one day, Sirius tells Severus the way to the shack. Severus gets to the shack earlier than expected, and James doesn't get to him on time.

While trying to fight a turned Remus together, James comes in the way of his friend and nearly gets killed, but Severus, moving without thinking, pushes his rival out of the way and gets attacked himself.

Sirius and Peter come in, seeing blood all over the place, and Hagrid comes in after them. The three quickly leave the area, dragging Severus' limp body along. Dumbledore soon rushes out with McGonagall to keep an eye on Remus while Severus gets healed; James, Peter, and Sirius all watch anxiously as different potions and sharp tools are pulled out to save the Slytherin's life until Madame Pomfrey finally tells them to leave and get cleaned up.

However, Sirius terrified that Snape will tell on them, revealing that the group tipped Severus off about Remus, he secretly stays back,. When Madame Promfrey goes on a break, he obliviates Severus and flees immediately after.

Severus runs away after waking up, confused in disoriented. He eventually returns after summer, looking new, his mind and memories split. He now goes by Severance Prince and most people don't revognize him.

This is the beginning summary of the au, with the og post by @unnecessaryheadache linked here. This will be an rp sideblog au. My rp account for this is @sirius-orion-black-the-third.

Please read the info given in the original post. If this is something you are in interested in, please message @unnecessaryheadache (UH) or myself, about joining the group!

As I'm writing this, Severus Snape/Severance Prince, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Rosier, Regulus Black and Bellatrix Black, are taken. OC's are welcome, but talk to UH about it.

Update 5:27 EST 5/16/2025: Snape, James, Sirius, Peter, Bella, Lily, Mary, Evan, Regulus, Gilderoy, and Dorcas are taken

Update 6:25 EST 5/16/2025: Marlene and Barty are taken

Also, speaking as Sirius, for anyone interested in playing Barty Crouch Jr., I would LOVE to do Bitchkiller! Sorry Wolfstar lovers, but since it's prank time, I don't think Wolfstar makes sense/is feasible.

There is a community that you will be invited to that talks about lore more.

If you already have sideblogs for a character, I would recommend making a brand new one for this, as this is very lore heavy, and mixing with other aus might make tracking even more complicated. I personally made an entire new one.

Again, message if you're interested. I'm tagging all of my moots in this; if I tagged you and you're not an HP/Marauders moot, my bad. I'm too lazy to double check what fandom you are.

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[moremaybank]

#14 from the prompt list with JJ in the Twinkie :)

“if i have to pull over, you’ll be walking funny for the next week.”

warnings 18+, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex. creampie, choking, public/semi-public sex (i think ??? idk which one fits better so yeah), language, dom!jj

author's note kinda but not really proofread, oops

prompt list (requests closed) / jj masterlist

"I'm bored, J. How much longer 'til we get there?"

"About an hour. Just like I told you the last time you asked me — twenty seconds ago."

You let out a loud groan, sinking into your seat. The restlessness was getting to you. Your legs ache, and the full body stretch you crave isn't feasible thanks to the space you're confined in.

"I can't do this for two more hours. I hurt, J. And I'm bored."

"Take a nap. Promise we'll be there by the time you wake up."

You roll your eyes, "I'm not even tired."

JJ shakes his head, huffing a laugh. His right hand reaches over the middle console, landing on your thigh. He massages your flesh, and gives it a light squeeze as if to say, it's okay, baby.

The action, while you know is innocent, sends a shockwave of flutters into your stomach, which, coincidentally, also sends them to your core.

His hand returns to the wheel faster than you'd hoped, and you're left with unfulfilled need. It doesn't matter how simply or casually he touches you, his touch will never fail to make your head spin. He's too hypnotizing, his trace too exhilarating.

The more you watch him from your seat, the more handsome he seems to get. He's a concoction of messy blonde tufts of hair, pink lips, and a dimple you'd truthfully like to lick. His eyes are focused on the road, and all you can think about is how much you want his focus to be on you.

Slowly, you creep closer toward him, leaning over the console just as his hand had earlier, and you place a wet kiss to his prominent jawline.

"You're so gorgeous, baby. Have I told you that lately?"

You tell him daily. Hell, hourly.

Still, though, JJ eats it up every time.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again," he smirks.

"Well, you are," you reiterate, voice all sultry. Your hand lands on his knee as your lips move onto the spot right under his ear. "It's making me crazy."

JJ gulps when he feels you creep your way closer and closer to his crotch. Your hand reaches his inner thigh, your nails lightly grazing over the crotch of his shorts.

"Princess."

"Mhm?" You hum, fully palming his slowly hardening cock.

"You're gonna wanna be real careful about what you do next."

"Yeah? Why's that?"

Your fingers undo the button swiftly, and they soon tug the zipper down. JJ practically hisses, and his cock twitches when you come into contact with it, still covered by his boxers.

"You're so hard, J. You sure you don't want me to take care of this?"

JJ remains silent, trying to keep his attention on driving. Of course, you don't make it easy on him. Where's the fun in that?

You retract your hand, spitting on your palm and lubing it up. You tug his cock out of his underwear, and start to stroke him. His jaw clenches, and you see him struggling to keep his eyes open.

He clears his throat, "If I have to pull over, you'll be walking funny for the next week."

You snicker at his response but ultimately ignore it, giving his length a light squeeze. You shift in your seat, allowing yourself to bring your head to his cock. You lick a stripe up from his balls to his tip, letting your tongue run over the pre-cum seeping out of his slit.

"Fuck," he grunts.

Don't react. Don't give her the attention she so desperately wants. Do not react.

You feel his body tense further, clearly trying to keep his cool. He loses it, though, when you bring all of him into your mouth and let him hit the back of your throat. Your fingers brush over his balls, and you suddenly feel the car swerve onto the side of the road.

JJ throws the car into park and shuts it off, before threading his hand through your hair and pulling you off of him and carelessly tugging his boxers over his cock. In a snap, he's out of the car, slamming the door behind him and making his way around the front and yanking yours wide open.

"Out of the car and turn around."

The pulse between your thighs intensifies, the slick from your core now soaking your skimpy panties. You're sure you're making heart eyes at him.

"I'm not asking. Out of the car. Now."

You obey him, sliding out of your seat and turning around. JJ's hand pushes on your back, bending you over as his other shoves your skirt up your hips and exposing your ass to him.

"J...someone could see."

"Too bad, pretty girl. You wanna act like a slut, you're gonna get fucked like one. Right here where everyone on this damn highway can watch."

He rips your panties, the fabric snapping against your flesh, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. Your reaction happens all too soon, though, because before you can even collect your bearings, you feel his cock jam against your cervix. JJ's hands pull you back toward him almost violently as he fucks you.

"Greedy goddamn pussy. Look how wet you get from sucking me off," he grits out as he slips in and out of your pussy with ease, thanks to your abundant arousal.

"More, need more."

"I don't care what you need. We aren't playing by your rules anymore, sweetheart."

One hand abandons your hip and grabs you by the hair. You feel the slight tinge of pain on your scalp as he uses your locks as leverage, and you throw your head back even more.

"You're lucky we're on this side of the car. Otherwise, everyone would see how much you like to be fucked like a goddamn whore."

JJ punctuates the end of his sentence with a harsh slap to your ass.

"Ah, fuck!"

"Who fucks you this good, baby? This dumb?"

"You!" You cry out. "Only you, J. No one else."

"I know. That's why you're always misbehaving. You want this pretty punished every second of everyday, right? Couldn't even wait an hour, could you?"

You shake your head no, "Needed you now, daddy."

"Oh, fuck."

JJ loses it when you call him that. He pulls out of you, quickly turning you to face him and plopping you back on the passenger seat. He spreads your legs and wastes no time reentering you. He practically splits you in half with his cock, this new angle allowing him to go even deeper than before.

You lean back against the middle console, letting your head fall back.

"J, I-I'm right fucking there. Don't stop," you beg.

One of his hands leaves your inner thighs, gripping your throat with force and pulling your head back up. His forehead smushes against yours once he draws you close enough.

"Beg me."

"I-I can't even fucking— Shit!"

You were struggling to breathe, let alone fucking speaking. But JJ doesn't give you a choice.

"Beg me to let you cum or I'll stop right now. I'll finish myself off and won't fuck you for the rest of the weekend."

"Let me cum. Let me cum," you whine.

"Let me cum, who?"

"Let me cum, daddy. Please. Pleasepleaseplease."

"There's my good fucking girl, finally showing her face. Cum for me."

JJ kisses you hard, his hand strengthening around your throat. His tongue pushes into your mouth as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. You cum with a squeal that JJ swallows, only fucking you harder and making you see the whole damn planet, not just the stars as he stuffs both your releases deeper and deeper inside you.

"I can't lie, princess," he pants after breaking away from the kiss, "I kinda love it when you're bratty."

You give him a hazy smirk, "I know you do, baby."

[hoiststowline]

everknown

hound x sick!reader

His stride moves with purpose, half on its volition as the remaining fragments slip to his processor, a single thought tugging happily free. This was the end of the strain, the final handful of strenuous moments he needed to push through, and the light at the end of the tunnel finally appeared within reach.

The radio silence was unforgiving, forced to suppress a squabble that brewed angrily in his throat. Asking him to do something mean-spirited and wounding was like a knife to the spark, recalling the small voice attempting to mask the waver on the other end of the line. "I think it’s probably just a cold.” The reassurance was appreciated, but he wasn’t entirely sure he believed you. “I'll be fine! You worry about what you need to do Hound, and I'll see you soon,"

An ex-vent, shaking his processor free of the idea that somehow things had gotten worse over the course of three days. He hadn’t wanted to leave you alone, forced to persist in such a situation without someone there to help you. But as it all dwindled down, he was strong armed into his responsibilities, and he would admit loudly that he wasn’t happy about it.

The walk to Prowl's office was done via muscle memory, exhausted frame rattling with a yearning, an urgency to leave the Ark as fast as feasibly possible. He hardly waited for the officer to reply to his wordless query, punching the button a little too forcefully, not entirely patient enough to let the panel slide over in full.

Prowl doesn't acknowledge him, lest at first, watching from the corner of fatigued optics as he tosses another data-pad to the ever-growing pile. Hound wastes no time, offering a hum of greeting before heading back towards the door, only stopping dead in his tracks as Prowl's voice pierces his audials.

"What's the hurry?" He huffs, spinning in the desk chair rather grimly. "You still owe me three other reports,"

"Cliff's got somethin' to add to 'em." He drawls, not turning to address him, fearful he'll sense the veiled lie. "Said he'd drop 'em off in a cycle or two,"

"I need you to sign off on them." Hound only relaxes when he hears the chair squeak, confirming he's turned back to his work. "You know that."

"Yeah, ah do." His shoulders slump forward, silently praying that Cliffjumper would hold up his end of the bargain. "Can't do anythin' 'bout it until he finishes."

"Will do." Prowl waves him off with two lazy swipes of his servo, never moving to address him in full once more. Taking that as dodging a very formidable bullet, he slips from the room and begins back down the hallway, careful to ensure a quiet exit with no other unwanted interruptions.

For having everyone avoid you for the better part of forty-eight hours, it seemed unrealistic for someone to want your company. Hound had shown up after a impromptu phone call, rattling off that he was on his way and left little room for argument. "I'm still sick-" You'd tried, but he promptly put that to bed, stating he was ten minutes out and to be ready for him.

Now, after a disorienting ride to the Ark, you stand with shoes glued to the icy metal of the floor, perplexed. A shiver runs up aching joints as uncertainty and delirium rattle a conflicted mind having slept most of the drive. Though, it was no wonder that most of this felt like a lingering dream, shifting warily on unsteady legs as glassy eyes nervously scanned Hound's shared berthroom. A cough rasps from a sore throat, a residual taste of medicine, and cough drops dampening heavily atop your taste buds.

At the sound, the mech steals a glance over his shoulder, an unfamiliar frown settled onto his face-plate. You appeared downright exhausted, looking somehow more knackered than when he'd seen you just three days prior. After fretting, rightfully so, you'd encouraged that it always gets worse before it gets better, but the worry never leaves his processor.

A nest of blankets and pillows had been removed from your room and tossed in his alt-modes back seat upon his insistence, feeling overly guilty for pulling you away from much-needed sleep, but hopefully doing so for good reason. He wanted to monitor your condition and be close enough that if anything happened, he could get you to a human medic without issue.

"Y'arlight?" He mumbles, keeping his volume at a minimum. "I mean, obviously not, but that don't sound so good,"

A sneeze, quickly followed by another, hastily stuffing a rosy nose into the crook of your elbow. "Mhm, I'm fine."

With such a defeated tone, it only prompts Hound to make cursory final adjustments before turning his attention in full your way. "C'mon, ya need your rest,"

Heels lift off the ground only to rock your weight to the tips of your toes, then back from where it initially dispersed. "I don't think this is a good idea, Hound." You wheeze, still unmoving.

"Why's that?" He lowers himself to a knee, expecting you to finish the remaining distance as always, but for the first time, you don't, only alarming him more. "Am I botherin' you?"

He's not going to point out the fluid that brims within your eyes just because he's uncertain if the blame is on the sickness or another ailment. It becomes apparent that you had been distant, but perhaps he'd been a bit too pushy in attempting to comfort such a worry.

"No, not at all! I don't wanna get you sick," You whisper, hushed enough that his audials hardly picks it up. "I'm still contagious, I think, and the medicine hasn't even kicked in, and-" Another sneeze and Hound waits patiently for you to finish the thought, but you just start to furl in on yourself.

"That's very kind of you, y/n, I appreciate that," He replies, optics dimming slightly as he reaches a servo your way, a wordless question you always know the answer to. "Don't think you could get me sick if ya tried. Ah feel bad yer sufferin' so bad,"

Your gaze bounces from his hand to his face, a small sympathetic smile twitching free. Somehow finding the strength, with great effort, you peel formerly stuck shoes free, languidly making the short distance to his call. "You sure?"

"Positive," Hound rumbles, relaxing once you approach. "Darlin', even if you could, nothin' was gonna keep you away from me any longer." Once within reach, he takes your hand between two digits, not liking how cool to the touch you are.

At Hound's natural body heat, you shuffle closer, almost pulled magnetically against his hold. Your shivers cease for the moment, beginning to lean forward as his unoccupied servo comes to your back, wordlessly asking permission to pick you up.

You sluggishly nod, a poor answer, but he understands all the same, carefully lowering you onto his awaiting palm. “If you ain’t better in a couple hours, I’m takin’ you to a medic.”

Almost violently, you shake your head, eyes fluttered shut as he slowly stands, painfully so as to not jostle you. “You’re so warm…”

“Y’just figured that out?” Hound chuckles, surveying you warily. “y/n, I’m bein’ serious about the medic, though.”

With the same unyielding caution, he moves onto the berth, yourself deposited on the pile of pillows he had created there, though still nestled in the crook of his arm. Your head lulled against his chassis as his hand rests on your knees, pulling a blanket over your form as you bundled deeper.

“Oh…okay.” You relent, cheek smushed as your fingers grasp at the fuzz of the blanket, completely delirious. “Love you,” It’s hushed and congested, bringing an air of relief as you teetered on the edge of sleep.

“And I, you darlin’. Sorry it took me so long to help ya,” His thumb runs over your lower legs, soothing like, guilt beginning to crawl back into his chest.

“S’okay,” You reply, nose wrinkling to suppress a sneeze. “I know you’ve got…stuff to do.” Even in your half-asleep state, Hound can easily find how genuine you are, insistent all the same.

“Yeah, but it ain’t fair.” He replies, voice soft. “Y’deserve a lot better. Someone who won’t disappear when…ya need…them…”

As he looks down, you’re entirely conked out, breath evened as he ex-vents soundlessly. “Right. Sleep.” He decides, voice barely audible.

About an hour had slinked by when the door panel slides over, Cliffjumper standing in the doorway with an armful of datapads. He goes to round off into a list of what Hound needs to sign or edit, but the green mech raises his free servo to his mouth-plate, pleading with him to remain quiet.

“You really took my next six patrols for this?” Cliff whispers, looking down at the figure cuddled against his side.

In response, he nods happily, moving through the datpads as Cliff waits. “They’re sick, Cliff. ‘N I had to make ‘em wait three rotations.” He’s being fairly lenient, scanning over the reports before handing them back to Cliffjumper.

Little does he know, or assumes even if he does, he doesn’t care- that patrols were a good thing. It was almost a laughable deal, one that he had to compose himself for when Cliffjumper had brought it up. Patrols are lengthy hours and are often the most boring part, but he finds himself looking forward to them, now that he has someone to do them with.

“Gross,” And he knows what that’s about, moreso that you’re ill and not that Hound’s a lovesick bot. “Do you want me to go get Ratchet?”

“Maybe in a bit. I’ll let ya know.” After the last document, Hound moves to get up, hopeful not to wake you, but a servo comes to his chest, gently pushing him back down.

“Gimme the last one,” Cliff ex-vents, feigning annoyance. “I’ll take them to Prowl. Doesn’t make any sense to get up now.”

“Thank you,” An easy smile finds its way to Hound’s faceplate.

“I’m sure they’ll just get sent back anyways. You always are missing something,” Cliff waves him off, moving back across the room to leave, only to pause at the door. “Tell y/n they’re stupid for getting sick. And then tell ‘em to feel better soon or whatever.”

And he’s gone, but not without a poorly stifled laugh from Hound.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

For context: that kalim post about him getting affection/cuddle boner. affection boners. They happen and it can be from feeling affectionate or cuddling. Not necessarily even horny sometimes but yeah. Just bodily reaction to someone they like or love, often at random times. And all i can think is who would be most to least casual/insane if that happens to him

Ones who may or may not spiral or need to leave the room to "calm down":

Rollo: i think that for fic and drama value Rollo is the most flustered and most affected but in a angst filled "what's wrong with me" way?? Like he's going through it, he loves having the affection, I'm sure he has very black and white ideals of how cute cuddling is supposed to go. He's living his "Hellfire Dark fire" scene in his head but it's because he's repressed. He'll mellow out eventually but until then he might shift or leave the room to calm himself.

Azul and Idia feel like they will explode and die if they pop a hard-on from just being happy and next to you. Especially if they think you can feel it and they didn't plan for this. Probably were already nervous about intimacy and cuddling and now they are terrified that you think he's being gross in a nonsexual situation. Might panic that you think he's a perv or something.

Vil- his thing is that he's got an image, an image he has curated and set up. He's poised, he's elegant, he's got grace and he's always in control, unbothered. And now cool composed graceful Vil has got a hard on from kissing you and you being so sweet to him while asking about his day and how how outfit looks so lovely while looking at him with those sweet loving eyes... And now he has to figure out what to do because he likely has several photo shoots to do later as well as class and he wears SO many layers so he's not getting a handle on his situation anytime soon.... Basically vil is a bit embarrassed (very), he also is the one who will be least likely to address it and if he's trying to be subtle and not acknowledge his situation so no one notices then he also ends up being unable to feasibly get you to move along (he also doesn't want you to leave). He might leave the room randomly if he's got shoots later to prevent a photo scandal (he shudders at the thought of the field day the media would have)

Jamil- flustered but trying to keep a straight face. Much more unbothered if he's alone and with you but if he's out and about and he starts to feel something from you being so sweet, being helpful, giving him praise etc and he knows there's nothing beyond being affectionate and wanting to be sweet then he's hiding into his hoodie. Might power walk away to do some other tasks.

Riddle- it's incredible how red his face is considering where a fair amount of that blood is flowing. He might blurt out an apology, he might just become red and keep trying to shift so as not to let you know if you're hugging him etc. he will be extremely confused if it's brought on by you simply being in the room studying and sharing snacks together

Deuce- he's doing that lean forward arms folded pose and trying not to be obvious. He's red. He's apologetic and hoping he's not throwing you off. He will die of embarrassment

Cater- same as above but he's giggling nervously and he's doing his best to not draw attention but also how dare you look so lovable by existing. He's stressed and also doesn't know how to feel about it.

*Not embarrassed per se more wondering/worried about your reaction and will ignore what's going on with him but definitely flusters if you tease:*

Sebek (with caveats)- he loves you, he knows you, he's also aware of decorum and sensibilities and also doesn't want to get teased. So if he's with you and just you it's fine, he's a bit blushing but also he does want to make sure he's not weirding you out though likely he'll reposition and continue. If it's from afar and he just felt so down bad and in love for you while you were doing your thing then he's confused but commenting on his feelings for you (idk if he'll mention his hard-on but he might depending on if he feels the need to give a measure for what you do to him). If it's in public he's much more flustered and he's going insane. Won't leave and isn't embarrassed of the reaction per se but also it's overwhelming and doesn't want to get teased nor draw attention to you (he probably will by accident, he ain't subtle)

Ace (with caveats)- he doesn't want to address the fact that this isn't even brought on because he was horny, this was brought on because you were literally just being yourself and throwing your head back laughing and being dumb and he thinks he would want to see this forever and oh no now he's hard... Like he is down bad and now he's gotta deal with his own body but also he knows he's so ridiculously in love. Doesn't want to address that though so he is trying to not draw attention but also he will try to flip the tables and tease and joke. Help him fr

Jack- see this guy probably gets this A LOT. The thing is that- like his tail wagging- he won't mention it and won't acknowledge it unless he's unable to ignore or if he thinks it might bother you.

Ruggie-same as Ace except he's nervously giggling and might actually just leave the room if he even remotely thinks you're in a bad mood or just a tad too chill or serious. Trying to turn into jokes but will run off because he can't handle the idea of being so down bad that you folding laundry and petting his ears in a casual way has him like that.

Trey- trying to play it smooth. Trying not to even notice. Might get up and bake because that's a great distraction and also the apron might hide the "baguette" he has in his pocket. Will fluster and get quiet if you notice and tease but it's fairly blunt. Mostly just doesn't want you to feel off.

Doesn't give a fuck, will reposition if you need him to but genuinely unbothered.

Rook- need i explain. I think the only thing that would give him pause is needing to look put together. If it's from afar he's sending you a poem and letter about how your mere presence and existence affects him

Leona- doesn't care, will tease you if you notice. Mostly too busy in his feels to truly register an affection boner beyond the fact that you just doing your thing, being loving or just being silly can affect him like that.

Malleus- his multitudes of layers and cloaks and trenchcoats protect his dignity. He does this constantly. He gets it from just seeing you smile, from being unafraid of him and inviting him, from watching the night sky reflect in your eyes. Again affection boner list so he's not necessarily horny so much as his body went "you're feeling all the love feelings, you might need this" and so no he's got a reaction stiffy

Floyd- happens the most when you cuddle and wrestle and play. Couldn't give less of a fuck and honestly with how much chaos is happening and all the random shenanigans he drags you into you probably won't notice. Says something so blunt if you mention it "yeah? it's cause i love you??"

Lilia- considering how he hovers upside down and curled in etc you've probably seen it like right above your head (though maybe you were more focused on twink fae jumpscare lol). His thing is just your joy, laughter and expressions. Unbothered.

Silver- extremely unbothered, doesn't care, will only ask if you mind but otherwise is chilling. You cuddle on him for naps and it happens. Probably a lot.

Kalim- mentioned before but also unbothered. Goes with the flow.

I love all of these.

Oh, what about Jade? I think he might be a little embarrassed, but I feel it would mostly be because of him trying to keep up the whole gentlemen persona thing. Otherwise, he wouldn't care much since these eels don't seem to feel much in the way of shame.

I can imagine he gets one when you comfort him after he's told he can't go on that camping trip for that Varges thing. "Aww don't worry Senpai, how about you and I go on our own special trip. I bet we can have a bunch of fun with just us."

It hits him in the feels and now he needs to hide his eel.

I feel like poor Jack has to deal with affection boners and workout boners. Unlikely he'll ask for help even if you're dating cuz of his tsun condition. He is suffering.

It happening to guys like Vil and Jamil kills me, kinda hard to be all cool and calm now huh?

[tokiwarcube]

Can you do one where the boys react to their s/o who really likes spiders that has one as a pet?

Ooo, for sure!! I'm actually a spider enjoyer myself, so this was a fun one to work on! I desperately want one as well, but with how much I've been traveling for my job + education (and my concerted lack of fellow spider-lovers in my life), it just wouldn't be feasible. Wasn't sure what kind you've got, so it's pretty broad (although I'd love to hear about your little guy!) Regardless, below the cut -- enjoy! 🕸️🖤🕸️

Nathan Explosion

Brutal.

He’s not afraid of spiders, but he does have a very typical view of them. All long legs and venomous fangs, he thinks the fact that you keep them as pets is fucking awesome. Doesn’t matter if it’s a harmless little jumping spider or an OBT — he thinks your little guy is brutal.

He likes to watch them feed— it’s sweet, he does a little subconscious, congratulatory nod when they grab their snack. Nice.

Although despite his fascination with them, he’s not too likely to accept any offers hold them himself (assuming they’re of a size and temperament to be held). Hearing you talk about them and how fragile they actually are, he’s terrified of moving wrong and dropping them, or otherwise causing harm, you know? Big guy, little animal. But cup his hands with yours a bit as you guide them onto his hand, and he might ease into it a bit.

On the rare occasion he has to take care of them in your absence, he absolutely talks to them. And he totally sends you blurry, out of focus photos of your spider completely missing the insect he put in their enclosure, and God, you can feel his exasperation through the screen.

“Your child forgot how to eat.” “Our child, you mean.”

And let’s just say that your little one is quite the source of inspiration… Castratikron II came very naturally after learning about how they were first brought into the world. Tell him some more spider facts while you’re at it — if you get them to him at the right time, you might have an arachnid-themed album soon enough.

Pickles the Drummer

He doesn’t mind spiders — he’s pretty indifferent to them, honestly. His mother was terrified of them though — Calvert never cared enough to get up off his ass to help, and Seth seemed to follow suit, so Pickles was usually the one handling them when they would skitter into the house. (Not that this netted any bonus points with the family, mind you.) So when you tell him you've got your own little eight-legged friend, there’s a twinge of respect.

Although beyond that, he’s again, pretty indifferent. He’ll sit with you when you upkeep their enclosure and feed them, watching curiously — although I will admit, he flinches hard if they strike at your forceps, or run away unexpectedly. You can laugh at him, it’s okay.

He refuses to hold them though — doesn’t matter how handle-able they are. He knows he’s way too shaky just as a person, and with how fragile they are… Yeah, he’s not risking it.

Stresses hardcore if he ever has to take care of them in your absence, but that’s just because he has anxiety more than anything else. He 100% talks to them when he has to go into their enclosure to change water or leave food — it’s more pleading than anything else though. They seem to sense his anxiety, and like to give him a hard time because of it. And if he sees them in a molt? Panic. Expect a million and a half texts asking if he’s doing anything wrong. (He never is, they’re literally always fine —he’s just nervous. He knows you love them, and he wants to make sure he’s not fucking anything up.)

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Listen — I say this as a devout spider lover AND Skwisgaar lover. But it does take him a little while to warm up to your little one. He’s not arachnophobic, mind you — it’s just such a cultural phenomenon, you know? Hard not to absorb those thoughts when they’re all you ever hear about an animal. But I think that with a bit of time and education, he could easily fall in love with them just as hard as you have! They’re very elegant creatures, no?

He looks at them with curiosity when you go in to upkeep their enclosure, and over time that look of disgust grows into something more fond. Eventually you catch him looking at them when you’re not around, just watching them exist. Their little legs, reaching forward to pull themselves along — precise. Calculated. And isn’t it fascinating, the way they exist in their own little world? So different from our own? Everything is connected in life, and yet, their little eyes only see so much.

This is all to say: He grows to like them quite a lot! He’ll take up your offer to hold the little guy eventually (assuming they’re handle-able,) keeping his hands steady and low to the table. He’s very careful with them, and after his first successful handling, he secretly becomes very eager for the next time you offer.

He still dogs on them though, as he would with any pet.

“Your idiot childs ams never going to makes it through the winters,” he says, watching them strike at their water bowl. “They could never survive in the wilds.”

You sigh. He isn’t wrong, unfortunately.

Arguably the most normal about things in the event that he has to take care of them in your absence. He does scold them for doing stupid shit as well. Truly, he fills the role of spider dad better than you could have ever hoped for.

Play your cards right, and you might find him looking for a little one of his own... I'm just saying, he would do well with a pretty little orb weaver of some sorts. Those delicate little movements and intricate webs just scream Skwis.

Toki Wartooth

Skwisgaar’s hesitance has unfortunately rubbed off on Toki, but once you start talking about how much you love them? He flips pretty quickly! The species doesn’t really matter to him — big or small, they’re all really cools! Although he is very partial to the little guys — jumping spiders of all kinds are favorites of Toki’s! Although he is also very enamored with little web-weavers, too.

He likes to watch them move around, just marveling at the way they exist. Can you imagine moving that many legs at once? Wowee! Or watching them groom? Drinking water? Cool! It’s honestly really cute how excited he gets when they come out into view. He gets a bit startled if he watches a bigger species rear up or strike, but it’s more reflexive than anything else — Brutal!

He also takes up the offer to hold your little one pretty quickly (assuming they’re handle-able). Although despite him being a bit closer to the little guys emotionally, he does better with handling the bigger ones. He’s less nervous about dropping or squishing them, since they’re so big and slow. He drops his voice real low as you coax them onto his cupped hands, remembering to stay low to the table, and whispers out a soft exclamation of excitement when they still.

His social media is flooded with photos of your little dude, taken any time they venture out into open view. You find that after he starts gushing about them online, the world becomes a bit more spider-friendly.

William Murderface

He thinks that your love for spiders is fucking badass, and will absolutely brag about you to others at any given moment. And perhaps he embellishes how cool they actually are (last time you checked they were not two feet long with an instantaneously lethal bite, but hey, you could double check that again), but you know that’s just his way of saying he loves you and the little dude. Secretly he is a bit nervous around them at first, but he will never tell you that. And over time he warms up until he starts to wonder why he was ever even scared in the first place!

He likes to listen to you talk about them — he honestly doesn’t know much about spiders as a whole, and thus will happily absorb information you have to offer.

He thinks any species you own is a cool one, but he’s most partial to the bigger ones — particularly tarantulas. And oddly enough, he likes the more “plain” looking spiders — shades of black, brown, and grey call to him the most. It’s less about their perceived danger and more about the fact that he likes the the fact that they don’t need to be shiny or pretty to be loved.

He talks big game, but he’s actually pretty to nervous to hold your little one. He’s not afraid of them, but he’s terrified of fucking something up.

He threatens your more spider-wary peers with your little dude often. Please smack him over the head, we’ve got too many arachnophobes as is, we don’t need to make things worse.

[inkievoid]

To whoever brought up breeding kink Chris…I love you. [NSFW warning!]

He’d definitely keep it on the low at first, but as you two got married and stuff, that’s when it really came out. That man would go FERAL. He wouldn’t let you leave until he practically made your mind all mush, mumbling and crying out random things.

Oh, but once you got pregnant and your belly got all full? The two of you would turn into rabbits. He just loved seeing your belly all big, and he especially loved seeing those perky tits of yours bounce up and down when you’d try to ride his dick. All swollen and full of milk. It was especially cute when you’d have to take little 5 seconds breaks once in a while, being pregnant and having sex was tiring, okay?

Let’s be honest—You’d be a pillow princess all your pregnancy, there were days your hormones would go crazy and you’d be soooooo horny, but you were just too tired and pregnancy to move around. This eventually led to Chris accommodating to your princess needs, fucking you as you laid on your side and let out little whimpers and moans. Prompting his hand to cover your mouth, trying to shush you to not wake up Ollie, he was asleep just right down the hall. Oh my goodness. How he’d grunt into your ear, and mumble ‘Fuck…’ under his breath…Butterflies in my tummy!!!

He’d also like fucking you while you laid on your back, that man would love seeing your face as he fucked you. Especially because he loved watching you slowly turn into a mess, begging him to stop because it just felt too good! Tears streaming down your face from all the pleasure and overstimulation, rambling on about how it felt so good, how you couldn’t take it anymore, but he knew you could. As soon as he filled you up and the two of you were satisfied, he’d pull out and watch his cum drip from your hole. How you’d try and catch your breath as he slowly pushed some dripping liquid back inside, not wanting to waste a single drop.

Of course he’d make sure you were okay. Asking you if he went too far, or if he hurt you in any way. But you’d just shake your head and snuggle up against him. Your breathing slowing down as he peppered you with love and kisses, like a good man does. He’d just look down to see you fast asleep against his chest, he’d smile, then doze off himself.

- Anon! 🎀

(I just finished cross posting a fic on a03 and come back to this!? I'M BLESSED!! Def adding onto this.)

CW: Praise Kink, dumbification, and daddy kink

(Everyday I stray further from God's light...)

Chris had no idea he had a daddy kink. Not until he started getting referred to as daddy. You'd obviously calling him that when talking to Ollie or to the baby but on occasion you'd slip up and call him daddy. Correcting yourself seconds later before he could even respond.

But dear Lord does it make his chest tight and brain/stomach do somersaults every time you say it.

But during sex at the moments you get tired and it's clear you're frustrated with yourself. You get tired so quickly from the baby but Daddy Chris comes to the rescue. Rubbing your hips gently as he sits up and pulls you closer to him. Usually he'd pull your back up to his chest and hold you in a full nelson. But with your bump that's not really feasible.

But now he lifts you up, shushing you gently as you start asking what he's doing. He'll simply answer with, "Let daddy take care of you," in a tone that makes your pussy throb and brain to mush.

Putting you on your side, making sure he has a firm grip on your thigh as he slides into you from behind. His hand snaking around your shoulders and holding your chin so he can whisper sweet praises into your ear about how good you're doing and how well you take his cock.

That's when your ramblings start.

"It's too much."

"Gonna break."

"Can't take it anymore."

But he just teases you after groaning a soft "fuck" in your ear, feeling your pussy clench around him as his warm breath hits your ear.

"You want me to stop? Sure feels like you don't want daddy to stop." You shake your head no. Not knowing left from right or yes from no at this point. His hand slides from your thigh to your clit. Circling it tightly as hand glides over your mouth to cover your desperate cries. His teeth gently sink into your shoulder as you milk him, buried deep, cumming inside you as you gush on his cock with a muffled cry. Eyes teary and body drenched in sweat.

He pants with a smirk, huffing out a chuckle as he kisses your shoulder and neck, moving his hand off your mouth.

[shardminds]

pencil skirt (3/?)

pairing: gwyn/rhys rating: e (for even rhys fumbles the bag sometimes) wc: 7,067 primary tags: alternate universe - office, rhysand is whipped, eventual smut (tags to be updated with each chapter)

"See you soon, Azriel," Rhys watches as she waves him off, a secret smile framed by shimmering sheer pink. He'd never noticed her wearing lip gloss before but it certainly is a sight to behold, slick sheen glinting in the light streaming through the windows. He'll never invest in blinds. Not ever. "Send my love to the twins!" The what?

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"Harassment training isn't enough," Azriel groans, near tearing his hair out at the roots by the way he grips it. It's longer than it's been in years, falling into his eyes like it did when they were teenagers and Rhys is half tempted to ask his barber to set up shop in one of the conference rooms and ambush Azriel into sorting his shit out. Not that it looks bad, it actually suits him — probably more than it should for a man in his early thirties. Rhys just doesn't want the competition. That, and he knows Azriel prefers to keep it tight. "At this point, we need to have him put down."

"I'm not against the idea," He starts, as Azriel pushes up from his seat, smoothing out the creases in his trousers. "but I don't think, feasibly, we can murder Cassian just because he's unable to maintain professional boundaries with someone he's known since before he could form cognitive thought." The fact they met on the first day of secondary school goes unsaid. "Just get him back… within reason."

Cassian, being Cassian, was very clear on his opinion of professional boundaries. That is to say, he ignores them entirely. It would be an issue, if he wasn't surprisingly competent at his job. The fact that sales was where he found his niche, after spending the majority of his formative years in careers that required less brain and more brawn, was a surprise to everyone. Well, everyone except Mor, who had suggested it in the first place.

Despite being the human equivalent of a sequoia, their clients took to him with unmatched ease, accepting his mark ups and margins and thanking him for the pleasure. Honestly, Rhys isn't quite sure how he does it. Even with his stint as sales director, he'd experienced a fair share of customers that he's pretty sure wanted him dead.

Not much has changed since he took over as CEO.

"That sounds awfully like you recommending I instigate psychological warfare against a colleague." Azriel sighs, a deep reverberating thing that seems to shudder out of him.

He shrugs, they've all done worse and got away with it. "It's a step down from murder."

"True." Azriel muses, tucking a stray curl behind his ear in a move that makes him look way more demure than he actually is. It might be worth asking if Gwyn can schedule something— no, that is not her job. "I've got to get back, no doubt Devlon will have raised another petty grievance by now."

Rhys moves his King of Spades to an empty column. What? He can't play solitaire on company time? Who's gonna tell. Who would they tell? Upper management has some perks. "You could always fire him."

He doesn't need to see Azriel's face to know he's rolling his eyes. "You know that's not how it works." He scoffs and when Rhys looks up, he's gone — slipping out of the office in that soundless way he does. If not for the Bye Gwyn he offers on his way past the front desk, Rhys wouldn't have noticed him leaving at all.

With a few more clicks (and not a single hint, thank you very much) Rhys' screen fills with the falling cards. It's by no means his quickest time, but it's still beneath five minutes, which is always nice. He slips his laptop shut. Lucien requested a meeting regarding the expansion of his team and, with Amren tied up in something else, Rhys had scheduled it in himself — much to Gwyn's aggravation.

Speaking of—

"See you soon, Azriel," Rhys watches as she waves him off, a secret smile framed by shimmering sheer pink. He'd never noticed her wearing lip gloss before but it certainly is a sight to behold, slick sheen glinting in the light streaming through the windows. He'll never invest in blinds. Not ever. "Send my love to the twins!"

The what?

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[breelandwalker]

Hi Bree,

Something I've been wondering about since this past election...

In 2016 there was this really powerful movement to hex Trump. Do you remember? I think you were part of it. I certainly drew a lot of inspiration from it.

Now that he's coming back, are you seeing the same kind of magically offensive energy? Or do you think people are more focused on magically shielding those we know he will harm?

Regardless of how (or even if) you response, I'm grateful for your insight.

Honestly, I haven't seen much of a movement for it this time around. I think we're all still a little bit in shock. The people in my online and local circles have been much more focused on real-time practical measures to ensure that communities band together and that the people who may need information/services/resources that might be under threat next year have access to them NOW. It's been a lot more boots-on-the-ground. Like welp, we have some idea of what's coming, so we'll tackle the practical measures now and the magic will come later.

Personally, I think that's the smart move right now. Magic is all well and good and I know it will be happening sometime soon, if it isn't already. But we've got a pretty short window to prepare and networking and community building take longer than group spellcasting, so....

Will I be doing some magical work to shield myself and mine? Abso-fucking-lutely. Will I be extending similar work to my community where possible? Yes, if I can find feasible ways to do it.

Will I be engaging in hex work where I see fit, up to and including once again binding a motherfucker in brambles and sewage?

Oh yes. 😈

But practical measures and community organization first. Hexing later.

[pruning-the-minds-garden]

Another one of Those Posts

Mental health and relationship stuff under the cut.

I was trying to be around here more consistently, but life got the better of me for both good and bad reasons. The good is a new job in a more friendly part of the country so I am preparing to move ~3000 miles to the PNW soon. The bad is... well, what we're about to allude to.

It came to a head last night. I was reading a book on female sexuality ("Come As You Are" by Emily Nagoski) and realized that much of what's in there could be of interest to my wife. I told her as much. That kicked off a spate of her yelling and crying at me.

Apparently, I am a villain for only caring about female sexuality now that I'm thinking about transition. That is not why I'm thinking thinking about it and in reality I asked my therapist for advice on the subject because of our issues in the relationship and wanting to address them, as well as heading any potential personal issues off at the pass because I have danced that dance before. I have asked prior therapists for similar and not gotten much of use, but this time was different. As soon as I knew it would be useful for her, I shared it with her. That I did not have that book years ago was apparently me intentionally withholding help from her and hurting her in the process. The reasons I did not provide more active support in that and instead gave her the space and resources to solve the problem herself, was three-fold: 1) I did not feel comfortable with interfering in her relationship with her body (i.e. her bodily autonomy) without an explicit say-so, which I never got; 2) She never game me any clear (or even unclear) direction on the kind of help she needed or wanted; and 3) The times I did take the lead, it got so mentally taxing after a while that I had to bow out for my own health. She knew that because I told her, but in her mind that was a conscious decision on my part to hang her out to dry. That speaks to a very... troubling... way she thinks of me in the corners of her mind.

Then she talked about my transition. With a face that twisted at times into what I can only call disgust, she said that she did not know "what she had" and whether I would be a husband, a wife, a spouse, a partner or something else and she wasn't sure she wanted some of those. Now, she has said that she is bisexual for years, and she has supported me in my transition thus far... so that she would reveal that those thoughts and feelings were in her head/heart is... troubling. She says she supports me and affirms my state regardless of what it is, that she loves Me, and says that's enough... but is that true? Does she love me, or does she love me when/if I present masculine and take care of all her needs?

Then, she talked about an incident between us. She'd said she buried the hatchet on that incident and we've talked it to death... but she referred to it in the unfair and reductive way she has in the past, calling it an affair when it was not. It was a consent violation, yes, and I have apologized for that as well as doing my best to make amends... but it was not an affair. Additionally, I don't know how she thinks she has a leg to stand on. She knows me and I am open about everything I do. As well, our relationship started as an affair she had on her ex fiance, without telling me that's what it was, and which happened due to a mismatch between their sex drives. Like, even if that's what it was (which it was not), she ought to understand the reason behind it and have a little forgiveness in her heart for the difficulty therein.

Obviously we need some counseling or something, and that's on the menu if feasible under my new insurance. I just... I don't know what to do with all this. She is treating this like it's my fault for opening the can of worms and everything she said was said in a state of heightened emotion and passion and so isn't really indicative of her thoughts... which, that's fair to an extent... but it also isn't an excuse. She said those things. Those words-as-actions are hers to own, and are her responsibility to deal with the fallout for. They hurt me, a lot. This is also not the first time. I have brought this up with her before, she said she would work on it and change for the better... and now, this.

She has also only gotten less capable of doing anything on her own. More and more chores are my responsibility because her neurodivergent brain just won't let her do them. More and more of her life is my responsibility - things like her student loans which are mine to handle, her prescriptions which I manage, and the bank account which she refuses to check before she makes purchases of things we don't need (but which are nice to have regardless, though doing so at the expense of having any financial cushion is a problem). These things used to not be an issue. I used to be able to trust that she'd take care of the car on her own, but she hasn't gotten the inspection sticker updated for two years nor taken it for an oil change in that time, nor fixed the crack in the windshield, not the headlights. I used to be able to trust that the cats were taken care of, but now I do 100% of the litter box cleaning and 2/3 of the feeding. Things like just maintaining the house, which has fallen apart. I work 40 hrs a week and make 100% of the income for the house... and now it feels like I am doing most of the housework as well. That isn't equitable, when what she does all day is paint-by-numbers, watch Youtube documentaries, and sew/knit/spin. When I get home - and yes, I have brought this up with her several times - she keeps doing those things, but gets mad at me if I don't Just Know which chores need to be done because she has not done them.

None of this feels right, and yet somehow I'M the villain of the tale. I don't think there IS a villain to this story - not me, not her - and that we're both just people... but I very much do not want to be fitted for that Black Hat in her mind, subconsciously or not.

Blah.