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Something all of them like to do is doll you up, and it becomes almost a private little routine between you and them.
John, as your husband (can you tell I love referring to him like this?), steadily takes control of deciding what you wear for the day even long before your request. Itâs something that just⌠happens. He comes into your bedroom early in the mornings, and your maids scatter away to leave you both be with little giggles, excited at the prospect of you two finally getting âcloseâ.
John doesnât care for them. He greets you with a soft good morning (a few weeks later, heâd greet you the same but would gently caress your face with the back of his hand, the touch so gentle despite his roughened skin. It makes you into a blushing mess, though you tell yourself itâs just so that the peeking maids wonât suspect anything) and then goes straight to your closet, sweeping through the rows and rows of delicate, soft dresses with a discerning eye to select what attire youâll wear for the day.
Of course, he does ask you what you feel like wearing, how you feel today in general, where you plan on going or meeting- everything to ensure the dress heâll choose for you would be perfect. John doesnât wait to see you in the dress, though.
He knows heâll be seeing you all adorned and dressed up later, when you come down to dine with him. He can compliment you and pat himself on the back, then.
If he makes sure to match his cufflinks with the colors you are wearing, it will simply make whoever notice it think you two are such a lovely couple. And he still hopes that your maids will accidentally not tighten or cover up your hemline just so he can fix it himself for you.
John aside, Kyle takes care of your hair and jewelry. He makes you sit on the vanity, still alone and with none of your maids around, and then he begins the tender ritual of brushing your hair (if itâs not too curly for daily brushings). His hands, warm and careful and gentle, would then take care of oiling each strand. No oils or butters have been spared in the efforts of tending to you, and Kyle himself often turns the routine into a simple, but so effective, head massage session for you.
(Later, Kyle wonders what he needs to say and do to take over the job of the maids who help you bathe. You are always complimenting how good his hands feel on your hair, and he can show you how much better he is at using them for your body.)
Johnny eventually begins doing your makeup, on certain occasions. Once the truth comes out, the two of you are closer, and on one night, he tells you about his big family, his sisters and how theyâd make him and his brothers help them get ready for events and parties.
Itâs a simple question born out of your curiosity- whatâs the makeup like where you were born, Johnny?- that has him in your bedroom often now, the other chefs taking care of the kitchen while his hands, clean and gentle, dab creams and whatnot on your face so delicately- like you are one of the cupacakes he decorates for your tea time.
He wants to kiss you so badly. You look so pretty like this, eyes closed and expression peaceful, patient and so trustful of his ministrations. He really, really wants to kiss you and see if the lipstick heâd applied on your pretty lips tastes as sweet as it smells.
Simon, though, is the one who slowly begins adding more and more to your dresses. John already supplies you with so much, but Simon is the one largely in charge of the silk and fabric importation and he knows well what styles will be popular next season, what styles will looks better on you and which colors suit you best. Itâs not just dresses, but also matching fabrics and ribbons to go in your hair for when Kyle or your maids style, and for your pretty neck during more casual tea parties.
Not occasionally seeing you in the dresses he sends doesnât bother him; you will be spoiling the others with the sight, and he can listen to them thank him in several ways afterwards and rest with the thought of you all dolled up, happy and thriving with them.
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It's a Love Story - Chapter 2
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible.
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
Contary to popular belief, (which was pretty much that the shadows had no mind of their own, which they had, thank you very much) the shadows did do other thing than to only listen to Masterâs orders.Â
Of course they listened to Masterâs orders.Â
But they also didâŚthings that Master didnât know aboutâŚand would never need to find out aboutâŚ
One example in fact was the amount of gold the shadows had squirreled away throughout the centuries. Not for them, but for Master. So that Mater would never need to worry about that again. So that Master would never need to sleep in a dungeon again, like he had as a child. So Master could always have new weapons and could keep himself safe, so that he would have everything he needed.
Gold wasnât the only thing they had squirrelled awayâŚthey had other things stashed away too! Anyhting that made the appearance of being useful one day! Shiny little things, because the shadows liked thatâŚSadly Master never made the appearance that he would appreciate the diamond necklaces they had hidden away in a little cave, but maybe one dayâŚ
Maybe one day Master would take a wife and she would like them.
The shadows had it all figured out. Whoever she turned out to be, they would make sure that she liked them too. They would make themselves useful so that she would like them.
Even when it had never seemed to work before⌠The shadows had made themselves scarce around The Morrigan and The Seer because they knew that Master liked them. And if Master liked themâŚwell, then the shadows would make sure that Master got what he wanted.
Master wanted so few things after allâŚ
They even found The Morrigan her favourite red lipstick that hadnât been made in centuries. Not because they liked The Morrigan, but because Master did.
And in return, she treated Master like that.
And The SeerâŚoh, somehow that was even worse.
Though The Seer wasnât the only one the Shadows didnât like because of that. The High Lord was the other one. And him⌠oh, the shadows would get their revenge.Â
Master was theirs. Nobody talked to Master like that.
(They just needed to wait for the perfect momentâŚand the High Lord would regret ever treating their Master like thatâŚ)
Master had nearly gotten himself killed just because he had wanted to make The Seer happyâŚand nobody even seemed to care about that. Not really.Â
And then Master was working himself to the bone, clearly wanting to forget what happened between him and The SeerâŚand the Shadows just wanted to fix things, but there was nothing to fix anymore.Â
At least nowâŚAt least now, finally, Master was listening to somebody with his best interests at first.
The Shadows would find Master a wife. The best wife they possibly could. And a home too.
And so, with their new mission in mind, the shadows set off to find the perfect home and the perfect female for their master.
The home was the easier part.
Mostly because they already owned it for a few decades.Â
It was a picturesque Lake House at one of the mountain seas in Velaris, not far off from the House of Wind. It was beautiful and just a few minutes by foot away from the city center but still private and quietâŚand the view was spectacular.Â
The home itself was warm and cozy, with large windows that let in plenty of sunlight. Master would love it.
It just needed a littleâŚattention. Some furnitureâŚThey would need to put the stuff they had filled it with somewhere else but that shouldnât be a problem, right?Â
Master would love it. Now they just needed the right female to share it with for MasterâŚ
The shadows were going to find Master a wife⌠They just neededâŚThey just needed to figure out some criteria at first.
Master had said he didnât care about how she lookedâŚso that didnât help them to narrow down the pool of possible candidates.
Nobody with a known mate. Nobody in a romantic relationship⌠regardless of how loose that was. The Shadows were not going to get Masterâs heart broken again, thank you very much⌠Then all the females that preferred females themselves.
That did narrow it down⌠at least a little bit.
Then the moreâŚobscure character traits.Â
Nobody that was a workaholic like Master. That was never going to work.
Nobody that needed endless other people around them to be happyâŚMaster would just get overwhelmed and shut downâŚ
Nobody that didnât seem like they were ready for a long term relationship eitherâŚonce again, they didnât want to break Masterâs heart againâŚ
The shadows had met really bad people. Criminals and murderersâŚthey had seen the worst the world had to offer âŚbut they were surprised by how many females they threw out too that pool simply because of how they behaved towards other people.
Once they had thought that maybeâŚmaybe one female was an option. Dark blonde hair, green eyesâŚshe had a steady job and she liked going out dancingâŚ.by the time she made fun of the limp of a soldier, the shadows wondered if every single person they came across was an asshole. They also wondered if there was anyone out there who truly deserved Master.Â
But the Shadows refused to give up. They would find the right female for Master, no matter how long it took. They had already acquired a beautiful home for him, and now they were determined to find the perfect mate to share it with...
They could easily suss out anybody they wanted to meetâŚthey could figure out which females were availableâŚThe problem was only thatâŚthey did find some kind of problem with every female they came across.
The blonde one that made fun of the limp was just one in a very long row of them. There was another one that they thought could have workedâŚbut she got into earhsattering, screaming arguments with seemingly everybody she came across. Master liked his quietness, that wasnât going to work eitherâŚ
Another few that didnât want a serious relationship even when they said they did, which was completely fine but made them useless for the shadows purposes⌠The Shadows were halfway ready to give up in Velaris and start trying again in another city of the Night Court, when they came across her in a dark back alley.
Across her and probably the dirtiest and ugliest feral cat that the shadows had ever seen.The ugliest cat they had ever seen that she was clearly trying to entice to come home with her.
âH-hey, swe...sweetie,â she whispered, her voice stuttering. She was crouched down o the floor. âWaâWant to go somewhere warâwarmer?â
The cat meowed pitifully and the shadows watched as she wrapped the cat up in the scarf she had worn, not for one moment caring that the cat was goign to ruin it.Â
The shadows couldnât help but keep watching, their curiosity piqued. She was clearly not concerned about the dirt or the torn scarf, and she was attempting to bond with this mangy feral cat. This showed a level of compassion and patience that they hadnât often come across in their search.Â
She seemed determined to help the cat, and the shadows couldn't help but admire her tenacity.Â
The cat looked horribly, with matted, dirty fur, two eyes that stared in two different direction and an overbite. Somehow it reminded the Shadows of Master.Â
Not with the way it lookedâŚmore in the way it pitfully stayed quiet and didnât attack the female, even as she picked it up, wrapped in her scarf and then took it home.Â
She smiled at the mangly back alley cat with so much adoration that the shadows wondered where it was even coming from. Her face was alight with joy as the cat rubbed her head against her fingertips.
The shadows followed along as she brought the cat to her apartment.
It was tiny. Tiny and absolutely stuffed full with books. So many books. Like somebody had tried to stuff the whole library of the Hose of Wind in this little apartment overlooking the harbour.
She had so many bookcases lining the walls, books in little stacks on her dining table and coffee tableâŚor simply stacked on the floor. It was cozy and cluttered and utterly charming. Her passion for literature spilled out of every corner of her home.Â
The Shadows couldnât help but wonder what kin of person would choose to filll their living space with so many books.Â
Apparently a person that had no problem with spending the better part of an hour bathing the cat in her kitchen sink.Â
Weren't cats supposed to not to like water?
This one didn't seem to care. This one sat calmly in her sink and attemptsed to bite the stream of water flowing from the faucet...which meant it snuffled and sneezed for the big majority of the bath. She soaped him up twice, muttering a constant stream of reassurances that the cat doesn't seem to actually need, given the catâs complete lack of distress at being repeatedly soaked.
And still she talked to it, constantly, the stutter omnipresent. She showed a remarkable amount of patience and care as she cleaned and combed the feral cat, gently and painstakingly combing out every single matted strand of hair and making sure the cat was clean and comfortable.
The shadows couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. She seemed completely focused on making sure the cat was happy and healthy, and she didn't even seem to mind that she was making a mess of her kitchen in the process.Â
ââShe scooped said up in a fluffy towel, rubbing it up and the cat purred, looking at her with two eyes that stared in two different directions. It was still the ugliest cat the shadows had ever seen, but she seemed to utterly adore it.
"You need - need a name," she told the cat seriously. She seemed to take this decision very seriously, as if the cat's name was a reflection of his identity. The cat in question was clearly enjoying the attention, purring contentedly as it was rubbed with a fluffy towel. "I thi-ink you are a boy. How about...Hector," she said finally, as if she had carefully considered many options before settling on this one. "I think it suits you.â
"How about some tu...tuna, Hector?" she asked him seriously. "I'll even give...give you the good crystal."
She couldnât be serious, could she?
Apparently, she was. She fed the mangy back alley cat from a fancy little crystal dish that she put a tin of tuna into with a flourish, putting out another dish with water right next to it.Â
She slipped off the apron she had put on, printed with ditsy little florals and sat down next to the cat. Hector happily scarfed down everything she was offering and then came to curl himself up on her lap. âI have a bad track record with males,â she told the cat seriously. âThey end up cheating on me with my sister.â
The statement caught the shadows off guard. What?Â
Despite that admission she she continued to gently stroke the cat in her lap, clearly finding some comfort in his company. "I'll feed you all the tuna I can find, if you keep me company," she told the cat softly. "I could really use some company."
That wasnâtâŚthat wasnât what the shadows had expected. Bu the Hector purre, the sound rough and growly and she giggled, sounding sweet and incandescently happy.Â
She wanted companionship. That was clear. And she was also used to beng the second choice, when the males she had been with, had cheated on her with her sister.Â
They were intrigued.Â
They kept watching, hiding between her books, that seemed to span every which genre as she got ready for bed.Â
She took a bath, and they watched as she let down her hair from the thick braided bun it had been kept it, ripples of chocolate brown tresses falling down her backâŚshe was pretty too.Â
Pretty with dark hair and blue eyes, with lush curves that were swathed into a pair of blue silk pyjamas.
She opened a chest at the end of her wrought iron bed, going through it for a moment and then pulling out a fluffy blanket, into which she wrapped Hector in.Â
âHere, you..you can have that one,â she said softly, placing the cat at the end of her bed. âLetâs go to sleep.â
And so she went to sleep, curled up between floral sheets, and the cat purring at her feed and the shadows watched.Â
They stayed. Â
While she slept, they explored her house, searching for everything that they could learn about her. Searched for a name and her job or her hobbies andâŚ
The answer was found in the desk that was tucked beneath her window in the living room.Â
Dozens of pages filled with loopy handwriting were covering it. Drafts of her newest novel. A romance novel.Â
Just a few moments later they found a stack of lettersâŚand then were very confused for a little while, because there were letters addressed to two different females. Skylar AldenâŚand one Sellyn Drake.Â
It took them a moment until they realised that both names contained the same letters.
Skylar Alden was Sellyn Drake.
Sellyn Drake, the bestselling romance author. Sellyn Drake, who Lady Death loved to read. Sellyn Drake, whose identity was a secret...
Skylar Alden was Sellyn Drake.Â
Skylar Alden, who seemed to prefer to be called Sky, signing everything with just these three letterâŚand who doted on Hector, the ugly cat..She was also Sellyn Drake, Bestselling Romance Novel Author extraordinaire.Â
And she seemed very much content with keeping that a secret.Â
But why?Â
Why did she chose to hide her identity? Was she afraid of the fame that came with success? Or did she prefer to remain anonymous and blend in with the everyday world?Â
The Shadows were intrigued.Â
Was this the only secret Sky was hiding?Â
The Shadows kept an eye her over the following days.Â
They waited for her to do something that would put her out of the running as Masterâs wife. Waited for her to have some kind of flaw that they couldn't deal with...but there was nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
They closely monitored her every move, and half the time she didnât even leave her apartment, preferring to stay curled up inside, write her books, and cuddle with Hector, the cat.
For cauldronâs sakeâŚshe even knitted the ugly cat a sweater so he wouldnât get cold because his belly didnât have any fur after she had removed all these mats!
There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that they could find in her life that could even be construed as unkind.Â
Sky had a bank account that was full thanks to the books she wroteâŚand all she paid for with it, was her rent, her food, her regular mail orders of more booksâŚShe even donated to one of the orphanages in Velaris, for crying outloud!Â
Sometimes she went down to the fishmonger and bought ridiculously expensive tuna for Hector, who she spoiled rotten.Â
Though that one trip to the harbourâŚwhere the shadows hid in her handbagâŚwell, that one trip explained why she seemed more than content to stay in the privacy of her own home for most of the time.Â
Her stutter got exponentially worse when she tried to talk to another person, when it wasnât just herself and the cat that she liked reading her books aloud to...Â
Especially when the person she tried to talk to was an impatient fishmonger that rolled his eyes at her stutter. The Shadows as Skyâs cheeks turned a ruddy red, embarrassment clouding around her thickly.Â
The shadows silently bristled.Â
She acquired her tuna, paid silently and then kept her head down as she headed back home, cheeks still read, while blue, blue eyes filled with tears.Â
And thatâŚthat was just pissing the shadows off.Â
She hadnât even been doing anything! She had just stuttered while asking for fish!
It wasnât like she was doing this on purpose!
One tendril from the Shadows darted out of her bag, waiting until Sky was far enough away that that idiotic fishmonger wouldnât think she had anything to do with itâŚ
And then they only needed to loose that pesky little screw that kept one of the legs of his table attachedâŚScrew you, Fishmonger. Let that be a lesson to be nicer to other peopleÂ
Another customer accidentally jostled said table just seconds later and the shadows snickered to themselves as the fish went flying.Â
The tendril silently returned to Skyâs handbag, as she made her way back home.Â
Hector got some of the Tuna cut up into small pieces on the good crystal bowlâŚand Sky gently scratched him behind his ears the whole time.Â
The Shadows silently wondered if Master would enjoy being scratched behind his ears, as well.Â
âIâll ha--have dinner with my family toâŚtonight. Youâll stay here, al-alright? Iâll be back soon,â she promised the cat.Â
Hector just purred at her, nuzzling against her hand before the cat began to dig into the tuna as though he would never be fed again.
Her family. Well, the Shadows would totally come along for thatâŚwho knew, maybe her family was just as lovely as she was!
They were not in fact as lovely, as she was.
It started with the very first words of her mother who opened the door, Sky juggling her purse and a paper covered tray from a bakery: âDid you bring dessert? Itâs not like you should eat any of that.â
Sky paused at her mother's words, the small smile that had graced her face vanishing like water in the sand.
And then it returned, but the difference between her true smile and her fake smile were so... stark.
"Hi-i. I brou⌠I brought cake," she said, holding out the tray towards her. "Where do youâŚ.Whe-ere doâŚwhere do-o you want me toâŚto put it?"
Her voice was shaking. And she was stutteringâŚstuttering even worse than she had done with that fishmonger.
âTalk properly, Skylar,â her mother admonished her harshly. âPut it in the kitchen.â
Sky gave a small nod, but her eyes were downcast as the Shadows followed her into the house.Â
The Shadows were...not impressed with Sky's mother. It was clear that her stutter wasnât something that she could help, but instead was something that came out stronger when she was nervous or anxious or around other people.Â
Sky set the cake on the counter and glanced towards the dining room. The table was already set, surrounded by other people, that the shadows took in, while hiding in the curtains of the living room:Â
Skyâs mother was taller than her, blonde and grey eyed. The shadows also got their first glimpse at what probably was her sister. Looking just like her mother, tall and slenderâŚaccompanied by a red haired male. And then there was another blonde male, probably a brotherâŚand an older male, who must be her father. At least he shared her dark hair.
âAh there you are Skylar,â the blonde female greeted her, her voice sickly sweet.
"Hi Claire. Hi-iâŚeverâŚeveryone," she murmured looking as though she would rather be anywhere but here.
Her eyes briefly flitted to her father. He gave a small nod, but otherwise he looked⌠indifferent. As though he did not even care.
"We've been waiting for you," her mother said, her voice sharp and curt, "Sit." Sky didn't respond, just moved quickly to the table. She settled down in one of the empty spots, clasping her hands on her lap.
"...Is this what you call fashion?" her sister scoffed.
Sky looked down at her outfit.Â
As far as the shadows could tell, there was nothing wrong with it. I cream coloured blouse, a blue skirtâŚIt was a rather pretty outfit in the Shadow's opinion. Sky looked beautiful and charming to them.Â
âDid you gain weight, again?â The red haired male said with a roll of his eyes. âYou always had a horrible sweet tooth.â
What.Â
Since when did that make polite dinner conversation?
Sky didn't respond, even when the shadows could see her hands tightening around each other, looking down as her mother let out an exasperated sigh. âYouâll never find a male like this,â her mother snorted. âMales donât like it if girls donât keep up their appearances. The least you could do is try.â
"I'm...sor...re...sorry," the stuttering had gotten worse, Sky practically shrinking into her seat. She was fidgeting, looking as though she wanted to disappear into herself and the Shadows wished that they could just sweep her far away from here.
âHow is work?â Her brother asked flatly at that moment. âStill editing your stupid romance novels? I still think you should do something slightly more useful.â
So even they didnât know.Â
Sellyn Drake was a secret even from her family. But then, if her family talked to her like that and it wasâŚnormalâŚthen the shadows werenât surprised.Â
âWhat else is she supposed to do?â the red haired male asked with a snort. âItâs not like she has any skills.â
Sky flinched, not looking at him. The shadows wondered if that was one of the males that had cheated on her with her sister.Â
âOh, come on, Admon. She has some skills,â her sister said at that moment, giving another winning smile. âShe can annoy everybody around her with her inability to speak properly.âÂ
Wow.Â
Sky didnât even flinch. Sky did nothing.Â
She just...sat there through all the comments. Sky didn't even try to defend herself.
The whole dinner went by like that. Comment after comment after comment. About her work, about her body, about her clothing, about her stutter⌠Sky barely had any dinner because every time she picked up her fork with food on it, her mother was shooting her a sharp look. So she left most of the food on her plate and the shadows wanted to bristle.Â
She maybe wasnât as thin as her mother or her sister but that didnât make her any less beautiful or any less deserving of food!Â
When they werenât making prickly comments about sky, her older brother Orin and Claire, her sister were only talking about themselves. It was quite useful only because the shadows learned stuff like the fact that Claire and Admon were engaged to be married and that Orin was working at a bankâŚ
But none of that information made it worth for them to treat her like that.Â
Eventually the dinner finally ended after what felt like an eternity. Sky looking as though she could hardly wait to leave. She rose, and the Shadows quickly into her purse her as she grabbed her purse and her jacket.
"Leaving already?" her mother frowned, standing as well.Â
"IâŚIt's getâŚgettingâŚlate." Sky said, her eyes not even lifting to look at her mother.
The words were barely out of her mouth before her mother's hand darted out, gripping her jaw tightly and causing the Shadows to let out a warning hiss. Sky winced in pain as her mother forced her to look up.
âAt least try to be polite, if you are utterly useless.â
Sky's eyes widened in pain as her lip wobbled. She looked as though she was going to cry, her hands clenching and unclenching as she tried to stay calm. "I'mâŚsor-r-r-ry." She whispered.
But her mother didn't even release her grip. "Don't talk to me like you are the one being wronged. Look at you. Who would want you like this?"
The Shadows bristled at her mother's words. Everyone would want her like this, they thought angrily. We would want her like this.
Sky swallowed thickly, trying to fight her tears. She was trembling, trembling from head to toe.
"I'm sor-rry. Pl-please. Let me go." She stammered.
Her mother simply sneered, and shoved her backwards, Sky nearly falling as she stumbled. "You'll never amount to anything." She said coldly. "You're nothing more than a disappointment."
Sky looked absolutely mortified at her mother's words, tears starting to fall from her eyes as she looked down at her feet. She looked like a wounded animal, like someone who had given up. And it made the Shadows burn with anger. How could her own family be so cruel to her? Didn't they see how kind she was? Or howâŚhow sweet she was?
Sky took a step backwards, and then she was running, practically fleeing out the door, rushing into the night. She was almost running, her breaths ragged as every gasp she took sounded as though she was trying to smother her sobs.
Finally, she slowed down, but didn't stop walking.
She just kept walking, her head down, tears still falling down from her wide eyes. Finally, she slowed down, but didn't stop walking. She made her way back home, shoulders caved in, looking utterly and completely miserable, as opened her door with her keyâŚand then the damn burst.Â
And she collapsed right on the floor in her hallway, great, heaving sobs escaping her. Â
And the shadows just knew one thing with utter certainty: They were going to fix this. They were going to fix this for her and Master.
Even when it was the last fucking thing they did.Â
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Lando scared to hold his babyâŚjust flufffy stuff between him reads and new baby
pairing:Â Lando Norris x Wife!Reader {daddy Lando au) summary:Â Lando Norris has held countless of kids through his life, but it's too scary when it comes to his son words:Â 1 K -Â warnings:Â Just an overdose of cuteness!! authorâs notes:Â As you can see by my previous series, I'm a sucker for daddy Lando. Him being just an idiot and so cute, it's everything I needed. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it!
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Lando has two beautiful nieces to which he has helped look after and take care through the years, always taking them on adventures and making sure to keep them entertained so his brother and sister-in-law could have a rest. He had never had a single issue on picking them up, ever. And not to talk about the countless kids that come to meet him on track. Last year, on an event for McLaren, he held a tiny pretty baby in his hands, so his father could take a picture by their car.
But it was different when he came to his baby.
He had been waiting for so long to meet his kid. He and Y/N had been waiting for so long to have a baby, deciding the right time to give it a try, going through the process of trying to get pregnant and finally getting the good news, only to have to wait nine months until they finally met. And yet, when the moment came, he panicked.
âI canât do this, babyâ, he mumbled, stepping away from his wife, who had been carrying their son, Liam, between her arms in the safeness of their maternity room. They had been alone for a good half hour now, getting to know their brand new little son.Â
Y/N rolled her eyes as she rocked little Liam back and forth, while he was deep into sleep under her hold.
âWhat are you so afraid of, my love? Itâs just a baby! Youâve held countless babies before, like Mila and Athena. They are fine, arenât they? You havenât dropped them in their heads, have you?â
âBut itâs different this timeâ, he brushed a finger through his sonâs cheek and sighed. âIâm clumsy. You know me. What if I drop him?â
âYou wonât drop him, Landoâ, she toughened up, but he still swallowed dry. âBaby, I trust you more than anything in the world. I know you wonât ever do anything to harm our sonâ.
Y/N leaned in and pressed a kiss on top of his cheek. Lando was still nervous and thinking about the idea of holding his son for the first time. It was a big deal; becoming a dad is quite scary. What if he isnât good enough? What if Liam ends up hating him? What if he harms his precious son?
âThatâs a lot o what ifsâ, Y/N chuckled, making him realized he had said the last sentences out loud. âLando, weâre in this together, okay? I know itâs scary, but you can do this. You can do anything. Youâre Lando Norris, for Godâs sake!â
He took a deep breath and agreed with a nod. Then he found a place to seat, just to be more secure with holding the baby for the first time. Y/N gently place Liam between his arms and stayed close as Lando started to feel more secure about holding their son. She only relaxed when he opened a big smile, bringing their kid closer to his body.
âIâm holding himâ, he mumbled, making his wife laugh at the statement. She took a seat next to him and leaned over their son, admiring how pretty he looks. âOh my God, Iâm holding himâ.
âYouâre doing great, my loveâ, she pressed a kiss on the crown of his head and cuddled into his arm, making their little family as close together as they possibly could be. âIâm so proud of you, Lan. Youâre going to be the best dad in the worldâ.
âHeâs so prettyâ, he said, admiring Liam from up close. âLooks a little bit like me already. Mum said I was also born with a lot of hairâ.
âWe carry them for nine months, only for them to turn out to be exactly like their dadâ, Y/N laughed. âBut thatâs okay, because youâre the dad. I would have ten thousand kids that look exactly like you, if I couldâ.
Lando laughed at her joke and nudged his nose against hers, just before he pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. âI love you so much, you know that?â
âFor a really long time nowâ, she smiled.
âThank you so much for giving me a son. I donât think I will ever be able to thank you enough for this blessingâ, he declared. âYouâre the love of my life, and Iâm so happy about the little family weâre buildingâ.
âI love you so much too. And I canât wait to grow our little family a little bit moreâ, she kissed him again. âEverything is worthy and less scary next to youâ.
Lando and Y/N turned their attention back to Liam, who sighed into his dadâs arms, making them laugh at his action. She swore she saw her husband shed a few tears as he analysed every inch of their sonâs face from up close. Their little miracle was finally between their arms.
âWeâre going to be best friends, little oneâ, he mumbled. âDaddy and mummy love you so much, and weâre going to have so much fun togetherâ.
He spent the entire day holding Liam between his arms, and would refuse to let go off him under any cost. Y/N begged him to put their son down so he could rest and go to sleep, but all Lando wanted to do, now that he had the confidence, was hold their baby close to him.
âLook at this drooling daddy. Liam, youâre so luckyâ, she giggled, pressing a kiss on her husbandâs forehead, as he got comfortable between the hospitalâs couch, ready for a long night as a father. âI love you, have a good night, babyâ.
âGood night to you too, baby. I love youâ.
And just like that, Lando welcomed the night and some rest right next to his newborn son, who quietly slept through the entire night in the safeness of his fatherâs hold. And after that first scare, he was never afraid of holding his kid ever again.
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Out of their league
Canât help but think of some of the boys with a s/o who is so out of their league lmao
Gn reader, reader is taller than riddle and Lilia and there is a mention of their chest in riddles part.
Riddle
Iâm a firm believer of riddle being attracted to a taller person
Not only is your height attractive, but the way you carry yourself leaves him in awe.
As much as I believe in riddle loving tall people, I feel he would be a bit insecure of his height. Riddle had always been a commanding presence on campus, his reputation turning his students into model citizens when heâs around.
But when heâs with you? All that dominance leaves his body. You love to lean down to tease him, or to rest your head on his, but your favorite is when you lift his chin with your fingers to meet his eyes. He pretty much blue screens on the spot, but be careful with your teasing or heâll reprimand you.
Kinda hard to take him seriously when his face is flushed red and he can barely look you in the eyes. His height giving him a perfect view of your glorious assets. Yeah heâs not fooling anyone, everyone on campus can tell heâs wrapped around your finger.
Ace
How the hell did this happen
Youâre everything heâs just ken ngl sorry ace I love you
Every time he shows you off everyone wonders how the hell did someone like you end up with someone like him.
Like heâs knows youâre hot and way out of his league but cmon! Heâs not that bad!
You obviously fell for his lovable and boyish charm!
Anytime someone flirts with you Ace will swoop in and wrap his arm around your waist, telling them youâre taken and to get lost.
âYou? You???â They laugh in his face.
He gets so offended
Poor Ace. Pepper his face in kisses, let him know you find him so attractive and heâs back to normal.
Leona
You immediately left an impression on him. When he snapped at you for stepping on his tail, you bared your fangs right back and went off on him for sleeping in such a walkable area.
Which isnât a good first look but donât worry he grows on you
You guys are in that relationship where you âargueâ anytime youâre in the same room, but thereâs obvious sexual tension between you guys⌠everyone is sick of you two like just make out already damn it! They wish they were him ;(
Your assertiveness and the way you hold your head high anytime you guys go back and forth is so attractive. Not that heâll ever admit that mind you.
You could throw insult after insult to him, but that smirk and that fiery look in your eyes has him wanting to kiss you right then and there.
âGod youâre insufferable!â
âMhmm yeah and what else?â Heâll egg you on with that damn smirk of his.
One day you guys are gonna have to admit your feelings for each other. Itâll probably have to be you though, Leona is burying his feelings deep.
Anyways letâs just say no one on campus is surprised when one day they see you guys walking together on campus, hand in hand.
Idia
How the hell did this happen #2
The radiant, intelligent, borderline untouchable Ramshackle prefect with the housewarden of Ignihyde????
Yeah no one on campus believes this is real
Ortho is doing his best to convince others that Idia can be charming, sorry bud itâs not working, the students are placing bets on if the rumor is real or not.
As much as he loves you, going out is a real struggle
Heads turn in your direction no matter where you go. You have admirers everywhere on campus, to have that many eyes on himâŚ. Yeah no heâll leave his room another day⌠probably.
If you ever do go out anywhere together Idia will most likely hide behind you, which in turn will probably draw more attention but whatever.
Your fan club is ripping their hair out cause what do you mean you fell for him of all people?!?
Heâs at a total loss if someone flirts with you. On one hand, heâd love to be your knight in shining armor. On the other hand, heâd have to directly confront someone without his tablet.
Heâd be so relieved if you can handle it yourself. If not? Oh boyâŚ. Make sure you have ortho on speed dial. Someoneâs gonna have to come save yâall.
Lilia
You guys would have a pretty fun relationship. He ropes you into scaring others real quick, your reputation makes it easy to get away with a lot.
Getting scared by Lilia: (ÂŹ_ÂŹ)
Getting scared by you: ďźż| ̄|â
Unlike riddle, Lilia is quite secure with his height. In fact he loves the height difference between you two. He loves to wrap his arms around you as you bring up a hand to play with his hair.
The Diasomnia gang all love you so no problems there⌠although if youâre human sebek might be a bit iffy about it.
Maybe not for long as he greatly respects Lilia and also there isnât much to dislike about you. Donât worry though sebek will find a way /j
All that aside your relationship is quite cute. You could be doing literally anything and Lilia will watch you in adoration. Heâll sigh dreamily and rant about you to anyone whoâll listen.
Theyâre not. No one is listening to him, Everyone around him is gripping their pens in jealousy.
The same applies for you, lovingly staring at him as he goes about his day.
âIsnât he lovely?â You sigh, gazing at Lilia as he nearly blows up the kitchen with his cooking.
Everyone is begging you to please teach him how to cook before he creates nuclear waste. đđ˝
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So does Kirishima ever threaten sero when he keeps asking about reader?
Sero's phone buzzes across the table, barely audible over the thrum of fake gunfire. The round's just begun, so Kirishima tries to ignore it, but his friend is already squirming in his seat.
"Someone's home from cram school." Sero's hunched over himself, controller basically in his face. His smile is suspiciously taut, lips parted over his perfectly straight teeth. "I'm out after this round."
Of course he is. That's all these sleepovers have become: charades for him to sneak over and see you.
"My dad's going to be pissed if he finds out you snuck out." Kirishima says. It's not really true - he'd probably applaud Sero before anything else - but the lie feels good to say. He's already jamming the controller harder than he should, the plastic edge digging into his palm.
"I'm not scared of your dad-- he loves me."
Kirishima sinks back into the couch. His character's already dead, laying there, waiting to be revived.
"I just-" He shouldn't say anything. "Can you not mess with her, please?"
With a snort, Sero looks over, his expression unchanged until he takes in Kirishima's look.
"What do you mean?" Sero shrugs, turning back to the television. "We just, like, hang out and junk. Watch some anime, make out. Nothing major."
"But she's really nice," Kirishima says, carefully. "And really lonely. If you're just gonna treat her like-"
With a grunt and a gasp, Sero's character's dead now too. He places his controller down pointedly.
"Like what?"
Kirishima swallows down the lump in his throat.
"Like every other girl." The red head crosses his arms. "If you're going to treat her like every other girl, you should just leave her alone."
Scoffing, Sero looks at his friend, lips parted in a clownish frown. "What does that mean?"
"You know what it means."
Sero pushes off of the couch.
"Whatever, Kirishima." He tucks his hands into his pockets, fists balled. "Just because you don't like girls-"
Everything goes hot. From his fingertips, to his toes, the the space behind his eyes, every part of Kirishima's body suddenly burns. The heavy space in his throat is suddenly dry, crumbling, sticking up any words that could possibly come out. All he can do is sit there and stare, eyes wide, expression gaunt.
"I like girls." Kirishima can't help but think that Sero looks particularly good in the low light - those soft child's features melting away into his late teens, cheekbone cut by the diffused light of the television screen- and that makes his stomach even more sour. "I'm not-- "
The tension shrinks out of Sero's body as he seems to process what he said. "I didn't mean it like that."
"I like girls."
"I didn't mean it like that, Kiri, just-"
Kirishima finds his feet. Sero's taller, but Kirishima's bigger, muscle built out from training. When he folds his arms, he bunches his biceps up and tucks his fists behind them. The harrowed heat inside him has changed to a burning anger.
"Do you even like girls?" The words tumble out on their own. "Because all you do is treat them like garbage. "
Sero laughs, light and airy in the way that only fuels the flame.
"We all know you're just acting like this-" Kirishima shouldn't say it. He's not even supposed to know; it's drama passed to him through classmates, whispered behind Sero's back- "Because your dad cheats on your mom."
Sero blinks as if he's been slapped. Then, he blinks again. His tongue rolls over his teeth, measuring his emotions.
"Don't talk about my mom."
"Don't say that I don't like girls!"
The silence between them is wild, like static. It burns, it demands to be filled by something other than Kirishima's heavy breathing, but instead they both look at each other, firm, resolved.
"Fine." Sero snatches his phone from the table. "Whatever, Kiri. Least I get to make out with people."
In three big steps, he's gone, into the hall and presumably out of the apartment all together. Kirishima's silence goes softer.
"I like girls," he says to the television screen.
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TWO OF HEARTS
SUMMARY: ashley graham x reader x leon kennedy // leon and ashley try to gain your love in spain through various acts.
WARNINGS: not proofread, mentions of ashleyâs kidnapping (not by reader or leon), jealousy, readerâs really unaware of how theyâve fallen head both like her, ashley and leon donât really like each other
AUTHORS NOTE: sorry iâve been so inactive! iâve been drowning in homework lately, but i had no homework today so i decided to write! iâll try to be more active in the future, but anyway, hereâs my first leon/ashley writing! send asks if you want some more content about either one of them :3 this is 0.6k words, but not really a full on oneshot?? just ideas
when you and leon get sent by the president to rescue his daughter from a village in spain, your friend decides itâs the perfect time to get closer to you. although the mission is supposed to be all serious, considering youâre dealing with the presidentâs daughter, he canât help but notice youâre oblivious to his advances and compliments.
unfortunately, as he attempts to get to know you better, you keep the objective in your head: find and save ashley. of course, itâs always good to stay focused on the task, but he wishes youâd have more fun at the time.
another thing that would be a pain in his ass at times was ashley. for some reason, sheâs taken a liking to you as well and trails behind you like a lost puppy. sheâs always complimenting you, whether itâs about your skills or your outfit, or how you can lift something heavier than two times her weight.
all those words from her make leonâs blood boil. he has a job to do, but she isnât making it any easier.
however, he canât blame her for finding herself attracted to you. youâre everything anyone could ever want, the most perfect thing, sculptured by god himself.
leon tries to gain your attention by laying his hand on your waist or hip, occasionally rubbing the space with his thumb. of course, he likes to protect you because it makes him feel masculine, and he can be depended on. sometimes he tells little jokes just to see your eyes squint, especially in a high-stress situation. he places his jacket over your shoulder when he sees a single hair on your arm perk up, or goosebumps form on your arms or legs. he always feels a surge of pride flow through him once he sees his dark brown coat on your body.
ashley, however, isnât too fond of leonâs actions. sheâs thankful heâs taking part in saving her, but prefers to be a few steps behind you instead. sheâs always chatting your ear off and smiling at you sweetly, using her manners whenever you do something kind for her (leon tells her that youâre just doing your job, and she always rolls her eyes when he makes that comment). she always blushes and giggles when you gently place a hand on her back, guiding her where she needs to be, like a schoolgirl talking to her crush on the phone. being kidnapped by a cult was traumatizing, but she hated the thought of returning to her father and never seeing you again, supposing youâd be busy on other important missions. maybe sheâll ask her father to invite you over for dinner so she can properly thank you.
the unspoken rivalry between the blondes grows far too strong, one will grin as the other crosses their arms or scoffs when theyâre not feeling noticed by you. theyâll both be shoulder-to-shoulder with you, ashleyâs head tilting as she looks deep into your eyes, trying to flirt with you. meanwhile, leon will stay silent and tell you what the next task should be, all with a large arm around your waist.
youâll compliment ashley on her adorable skirt, asking her where she got it, and sheâll respond with a cheery smile on her face. within a second, sheâll send a smirk towards leon, and his expression hardens as he glares at her.
your obliviousness frustrates them both, even telling you they love you or want to be more than friends would only be a compliment towards you! youâd take it as they see you as an important person in their life, or they want to be best friends. the blonde finds humor in the otherâs frustrations, feeling closer to you once the other fails to tell you how theyâve fallen head over heels for you.
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OFF THE GRID LEWIS HAMILTON
pairing lewis hamilton x streamer!reader
SUMMARY as a successful twitch streamer, youâve built up a following of dedicated fans. among them are carlos sainz and fernando alonso, whom youâve known forever. but after an invitation to the paddock, things get interesting when you meet lewis hamilton, someone youâve had a secret crush on for years. word count 0.7k words
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STREAMING ON TWITCH had been an unexpected career path, but it worked. Between gaming, chatting, and hosting surprise appearances from Carlos Sainz and Fernando Alonso, your channel has grown into something special. Theyâd become good friends, and youâd gotten used to their teasing and the easy bond you shared on camera. Still, you hadnât mentioned the one secret crush lingering in the background: Lewis Hamilton.
It wasnât the most realistic crush, maybe, but there was something about him. His confidence and undeniable skill drew you in. Not to mention, he was much older than you. You were sure he didnât even know you existed.
Then one day, you were mid-stream with Carlos when he casually dropped the invitation that changed everything.
"Why don't you come to the race in Spain?" he asked with a grin, reading through the chat that was going wild over the idea. "Iâll get you a pass. You could see what it's really like instead of just watching on TV."
The chat cheered him on, throwing in all-caps encouragement, so with a laugh, you agreed. But as the race weekend crept closer, the nerves hit. Going into the paddock felt surreal; it wasnât just about Carlos and Fernando; it was also about Lewis. There was a chance, however small, you might actually meet him.
The paddock buzzed with energy and attention. As you walked in, cameras flashed, and you felt the weight of curious eyes on you, but Carlos's warm welcome helped you relax. He showed you around, introducing you to drivers and team members until, eventually, you found yourself standing outside the Mercedes garage.
And there he was: Lewis Hamilton. He turned, noticing Carlos and then you, his gaze soft and curious. You took a breath and forced yourself to stay calm.
"Hey, Carlos," he greeted, and then his eyes shifted to you, that famous smile flickering to life. âAnd this must be your friend?â
Carlos introduced you, but you could barely focus, watching as Lewisâs expression turned to something closer to intrigue. You found yourself talking, laughing, and answering his questions as the minutes blurred by. It felt... easy. Unforced. There was a depth to him that surprised you, and you were startled by how comfortable you felt like you hadnât just met the guy.
After the race, you ended up exchanging numbers, something youâd hardly dared imagine at the start of the weekend. Yet Lewis had insisted, his tone casual but his expression unmistakably genuine.
Over the next few weeks, you exchanged messages, keeping it light at first. He asked about your streaming, watched a few clips, and soon enough, he was showing up in the chat from time to time, keeping his profile low but always watching. When he finally asked if youâd want to meet up for coffee during a break in his schedule, it took all your self-control to play it cool.
At the cafĂŠ, conversation flowed easily again, and by the end, you found yourself wondering if he felt it too. You were aware of the age gap, and no doubt others would be too. But if it bothered Lewis, he didnât show it.
âI know thereâs some extra attention that might come with this,â he admitted over coffee, glancing up from his cup. âBut for what itâs worth⌠Iâd like to keep seeing you.â
You paused, the weight of his words settling in. âAre you sure? You know people will probably have something to say about it.â
âIâm not concerned with what people think,â he said simply, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. âIf youâre not, that is.â
Once your relationship went public, the inevitable comments rolled in. Age gap, rumours, endless speculation; the internet did its thing, but over time, people grew used to seeing you around. Carlos and Fernando both stood by you, treating it as nothing more than the natural next step, while your fans cheered you on, and even a few critics gradually quieted down.
Though life moved forward, now with race weekends as a regular fixture, the best moments were the quiet ones; streaming from a hotel room after the race, laughing at Lewisâs occasional surprise appearances, and sharing conversations with him that no one else got to see.
In the end, you knew it was real because it was just the two of you talking about everything and nothing, just as you always had.
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Professor!Logan has always been professional, but you canât ignore the way he looks at you during his lectures anymore. Itâs subtleâ a look that lingers on for far too long when you raise your hand or a small smile when you answer a question correctlyâ but itâs enough to make your cheeks grow hot. He leaves you little notes on the papers he turns back to you, too, and you save every last one of them. Study material. âYou're smarter than most of my other students,â he praises, but you just giggle out a small "Thank you."
Professor!Logan is starting to catch on. Sitting in the front row, you're doing all sorts of things to catch his attention. Twirling your hair around your finger a little, biting the tip of your pen, crossing and uncrossing your legs. When he looks your way, you make sure to hold his stare, letting your eyes drop to his lips before flashing a small smile. After class, he orders you to stay behind, but you know this isnât about the paper you turned in. âYouâre not just interested in the material, are you, sweetheart?â When he walks around his desk, he doesnât sit. Instead, he stands in front of you, towering, and you look up at him, keeping your eyes on his. âYouâve been distractinâ me for a while,â He steps closer, and your back presses against his desk, âYou want me to show you what happens when I stop holdinâ back, darlinâ?â His hand slides up your thigh, fingers brushing against the hem of your skirt, teasingly close to where youâve been needing him all this time.
Professor!Logan knows you're back for more. Heâs got his reading glasses perched on his nose, running his hands through the stack of papers in front of him, âThis couldnât wait until office hours?â he asks, not looking up as he marks a paper and flips to the next one. You take a slow step forward, shrugging, âNo, IâŚâ He looks up now, leaning back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. âI wanted some extra help.â Loganâs eyes narrow slightly. You swallowed, âI just need to understand the material you taught today better,â you said, hoping he wouldnât notice the way your voice wavered. Logan chuckles softly, lips curling into a smirk, âIs that so, darlinâ? Because from where Iâm sitting, it seems like youâve got aâŚâ His eyes take you in, looking you up and down, âdifferent kind of help in mind.â
Professor!Logan is usually calling you back to his office after a long lecture. Youâre sitting on his desk, legs dangling over the edge as he stands between them, his hands running up your thighs. âYou sure you understood everything, sweets?â His lips brush against your ear before he presses a kiss onto it. One of his large hands slips around your waist, his fingers pressed firmly on your back, pulling you closer to him. You nod, leaning into his touch. âThatâs good,â his thumb brushes gently over your cheek as he tilts your face up to his, âBeen thinking about you all day, you know that?â He murmurs. You nod again, barely able to find your voice as his thumb brushes over your lip, and the look in his eyes tells you heâs just started.
Professor!Logan likes to keep you around now. You walk down the hallway to his office, a hot cup of coffee in your hand. You noticed the light still on under his door and couldnât help but think about him working alone, grading papers into the early hours. Knocking softly, you step inside when you hear his short âCome in.â When you do, Logan looks up from his laptop, brows raised in surprise before they rest as he smiles. âWhatâre you doinâ here this late, darlinâ?â He sounded so tired. You hold out the cup, and he takes it from you, his hand lingering on yours. âThought you could use this,â you murmur, watching as he takes a sip, his eyes never leaving yours. He sets the cup down on his desk and shakes his head, âAlways lookinâ out for me, huh? Come here,â he pats his open lap, âKeep me company for a while.â
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Go On and Beg
A Supernatural Story
~Dean Winchester has got quite a mouth on him, and he knows just what do to drive you insane...~
Dean Winchester x F!Reader
3,033 Words
Warnings: NSFW, Dean's Slutty Lips, Oral, Multiple Orgasms, Smutty Smutty Smut. | Originally posted to Patreon July 2023
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It just wasnât fair. He had been teasing you all day with those plump, sexy lips, driving you nearly insane.
For some reason, he needed to steal a lollipop from the bank during witness questioning, sneaking a red sucker into his sports coat pocket while you were talking to the bank manager. He sucked that thing for a good half hour while driving around town, his left elbow on the window, his hand casually on the steering wheel. His eyes were only half on the road, the rest of the time checking on you, watching how your gaze was drawn to his mouth every time he made a sucking sound, and he did it so quite often. When he finally found the paper stick inside, he crunched down on the sugar and you were thankful that the ordeal was over. There was only so much you could do to hide the fact that you were squirming in the passengerâs seat.
At lunch, the bastard asked the waitress for a straw, which he rarely did. âReal men donât use strawsâ, heâd often tease, but this was a different kind of teasing. He was listening while you rambled on over theories of the case, but his ultimate attention was trying to grab yours. So many times, he reached for the straw with his tongue, letting the wide muscle sneak out of his mouth and toy with the plastic tube, rolling it around a bit until you had no choice but to acknowledge the movements. Your body ached at the sight, thinking of that tongue flickering against your pussy instead of the pop-filled straw.
During a meeting with Mr. Pennacker, one of the victimâs teachers, Dean decided that trying to blow bubbles with his non-bubblegum gum was a grand idea. He slipped the white minty mess onto the tip of his tongue, pushing it between his teeth and puckering his lips. There was little hope for you then, as he cracked a tiny bubble between his teeth and smirked your way. Your panties were soaked and you wondered if the hose you wore would hold it all in.
While working that evening in the motel room, he seemed to think that chewing on his pen was a great idea, sliding the thing in and out of his mouth and puckering his lips tight around the tip. It was mesmerizing and utterly delicious the way he made love to the pen and your nipples craved the same attention, your clit throbbed in anticipation.
When he tapped the pen on his bottom teeth, you shifted in your seat, unable to take it any longer.
The chair legs scraped hard over the floor, the wood nearly fell tipped over when you sprang from your seat and lunged at him.
âWhoa!â The pen fell from his hand as he held them both up, offering a surrender that you wouldnât allow. âWhatâs goinâ on?â
Furious and aroused, you grabbed a fistfull of his collar and tugged, forcing him to sit up straight and meet your gaze.
Dean smirked. âYou seem pissed.â
âOh, not pissed,â you assured him, stepping back to drag him to his feet. âHorny. Very⌠very fucking hot right now. And itâs all your fault.â
He stumbled forward as you stepped backwards, his shirt still clutched in your hand.
âIs that so?â Green eyes swept down your body and he reached for your hips. âAnd I wonder what could have made you so⌠turned onâŚâ
Yanking his face down to your level, you snapped your teeth. âDonât act like you havenât been screwing with me all day, mister. I know your games.â
He licked his lips ridiculously slowly and your eyes dropped to them, fascinated, entranced, desperate. The fire in your soul died down and everything melted. Your hold on him eased and Dean snuck his fingers into the hem of your skirt. He knew he had you, knew what you needed, what you were dying for.
âYou do, huh?â
Another swipe of tongue, a flash of teeth.
âPleaseâŚâ You didnât mean to say it, but sometimes your brain just let things slip out. Sometimes, he had control of you and that was just fine by you. âDeanâŚâ
Pushing up on your toes, you tried to kiss him but he turned at the last second, kissing your cheek instead. You groaned and tried to move, but he had you caught between his giant hands, your face locked where he wanted. He kissed his way down your jaw and dipped his lips against your pulse, making your knees give out and your head flood with pleasure.
âFuck!â
âStill mad?â he asked, lips pulling on your throat.
âNeverâŚâ
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you up and against him as he pulled your blouse to the side and sucked a mark on your shoulder. Your hands slid between your bodies, fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers, desperate to shed the Fed outfits and feel his burning skin against yours.
âPlease-â
He laughed at your whisper and growled against your ear. âYou want me?â
Your nod was insufficient and he locked his thick fingers behind your neck, jerking your face up to his.
âSay it.â
His tone washed over you and your pussy clenched at the emptiness. âI want you, Dean,â you breathed, still stuck staring at his impossibly juicy lips. âWant you so bad. Please.â
There was a rush of air, and a tumble of limbs. He tore at your clothes, stripping you down with rough fingertips and soothing kisses until you were bare but for the horrible panty hose and thin panties beneath. The elastic dug into your stomach and you moved to tear it away, but Dean grabbed your hands and shook his head.
âNo. Keep them on.â His jaw twitched and his eyes fell down to the gusset between your thighs. âI like them.â
You groaned. âReally? They suck.â
His right hand slid down, fingers teased at the nude shimmer on your thigh. âKeep them on.â
You nodded absently and he fit his palm between your legs, rubbing upwards with a firm but infuriating push. It just wasnât enough. It wasnât fair.
âPlease, DeanâŚâ You grabbed at his shoulders, spread your legs to encourage him. âNeed you so bad.â
With an evil grin, he stepped away, turning his back on you.
âBut-â
Dean cleared his throat and pointed to the bed. âLie down.â
Pouting, you did as he said, resting your head on the pillow and watching as he undressed. He took his time, but made no show of it for you, gently placing his suit pieces on the back of a chair while yours lay in a pile on the floor.
Waiting was horrible. Every inch of skin he uncovered made your pulse quicken. Each flex of back muscle had you leaking a little more. You squirmed over the blanket and bit your lip hard, waiting as patiently as you could.
Finally, he was finished and he turned back to you, naked and beautiful, tanned and perfectly delicious. Your eyes fell down his body and when you saw his cock, long and half hard, curved towards his left leg, your jaw dropped and your mouth flooded with drool.
âOh, youâre too much fun,â he joked, laughing gently at you. âDoesnât take much to get you all worked up, does it?â
You laughed at yourself and rolled your eyes. âI guess not.â
Before you could blink, he was on the bed, crawling over you like a lion, hands and knees digging into the old mattress. The springs creaked and your muscles tensed. His lips puckered and your mind slipped away.
Dean hovered over you for a long second that seemed like forever, toying with you, enjoying the pathetic look on your face.
âPleaseâŚâ
He shifted and brought a knee up to part your legs and you gasped at the pressure against your needy clit.
âDeanâŚâ
He dipped his chin to lick at your lips, but refused a kiss, pulling back when you reached up for him.
Water welled in your eyes and annoyance rang in your voice. âWhy are you doing this to me?â
He clicked his tongue and cocked his head to the side, enjoying everything about you. âDoing what?â
You groaned and pressed your fingertips up against his chest, batted your lashes up at him. âYouâre being so mean to me.â
His nose grazed over yours, his breath danced across your thirty lips. âHow?â
âTeasing me so bad when you know I need it.â
Dean smiled and dropped down, crushing you with his weight and setting his mouth by your ear. His confession was a whisper that sent shivers through you.
âI just love to hear you beg.â
It wasnât fair. It was all too much. You pushed your body up, arching against him, breasts, hips, lips, every bit of you calling out to every inch of him.
âPlease, Dean. Please donât do this to me. I need you.â
The need in your tone made him growl gently and he nipped at your ear before pushing up onto his arms. âThere it is,â he praised, finally giving you a proper kiss.
You moaned into his mouth, wrapped your hands around his head, scraped into his scalp, pulling him, begging him with your entire being.
He was gone too soon, but he kept his lips upon you, sliding down your body with wet, suckling kisses that drove you wild. He nibbled on your shoulder, sucked hard on each nipple, plucked a bruise onto your belly.
Every touch was like a spark of bliss, every press of his beautiful lips drawing you deeper into his game. He moved up and down, back and forth across you, kissing you everywhere but where you needed it the most.
Covered in him, you whined, thrust your hips against his chest, begging once more.
âNeed it so bad, Dean. Please. Please!â
He looked up at you, green eyes bright and happy. âWhat do you need?â he asked, eyes on yours while he dropped a kiss to the soft flesh of your stomach.
âYouâŚâ
He pulled up and shook his head. âBe. More. Specific.â
You squirmed, unable to ask for it. It was too strange to say it out loud, you were too shy to ever ask.
Dean saw the nerves twist on your face and he helped you out a bit, slinking down and spreading your legs with his broad shoulders. âGo on, Y/N⌠Ask me. Beg me. Say it.â
Pushing up on your shoulders, you looked down at him, hoping the pain on your face would be enough. âDean⌠I- please? Please do itâŚâ
Again, he shook his head. âNot until you say it. You have to beg me for it.â
It wasnât fair. It wasnât right.
Dean opened his mouth and pressed it against your covered pussy, breathing out a mass of hot air that penetrated the thin fabric and ignited a fire so strong that a cry caught in the back of your throat.
âDean!â
He pressed his tongue flat against the nylon and drew his face upwards. âSay it.â
âI- I canât-â
âYou can.â He gnawed on the fabric lightly and your hips jerked. âSay. It.â
He moved his lips again and pressed his index finger against your padded slit, pushing in just enough to make your brain sizzle.
You snapped, finally breaking and begging with all you had. âFuck! Please eat my pussy, Dean. Please! I need your mouth on me so bad. Fuck!â
Dean lifted his head and smirked. âSee? That wasnât so hard, was it?â
A desperate whimper answered him and he took pity.
Two hands on your thighs, Dean ripped the shining hose from your body, splitting it wide open. The tear echoed through your head and you melted into the pillow, rocked your hips, clawed at the sheets.
âPlease!â
A second rip tugged your panties away and your cunt glistened, wet and needy, ready for him.
Dean hummed happily at the sight and flicked the very tip of his tongue over your flesh.
âGod! Fuck! Please, please lick my pussy, Dean!â
Hands on your hips, he pushed his way into you, spreading your sodden lips with his stubbled cheeks. The sting was worth it and you cried out blissfully as his tongue dove into your throbbing cunt.
âYes! Jesus, fuck!â
Dean chuckled into you, and the vibrations made your eyes roll. His tongue slicked up to your clit and he pressed two long fingers deep inside.
âYou taste so good,â he praised, lips staying just above your clit. âSo fucking good, baby.â
Bucking your hips, you drove yourself into his mouth, done with waiting, done with begging. He got what he wanted, now it was your turn.
He pumped his hand, flicked his tongue, pulsed his lips, tugged, bit, slobbered all over you. Your head filled with mushy pleasure and you rubbed your tits, pinched your nipples, rolled your body into him. You humped his face, loving the hard bump of his nose against your flesh and the thought of coating him in your juices.
Dean hummed as he worked, getting himself off while he got you off. When he felt your body clench down, he picked up his pace, fucking deep into you until he felt the snap, the rush of warmth run down his wrist.
âSo good, baby,â he praised, but kept his fingers where they were, stroking that sweet spot inside. âOne moreâŚâ
The orgasm rolled over you and you dropped a hand to his head, trying to push him away. He shook his head, this time with his plump lips against your clit and you screamed out, quickly clamping your hand over your mouth.
âFuck! Please!â
âGonna make you cum until you canât think straight,â he warned, voice like a raspy song. He added a third finger and you pushed down onto his hand, unconsciously taking him in deeper. âSuch a needy thingâŚâ
âYeah.â You tugged on his ear, wiggled your hips, wanting his mouth again. âSo needy. Need your mouth, Dean. Need it.â
He licked the sheen from his lips and locked eyes with you. They never left even as he sank down and took a bite of your inner thigh. They stayed with you as he kissed the crease of your leg, licked a long stroke up your clit, set his lips around your clit. He kept his gaze on your face until your eyes rolled back and you fell down against the pillow, wrecked with pleasure, thrumming with another orgasm.
âSo good, baby⌠So goodâŚâ
Still, he wouldnât take his fingers away.
It wasnât fair. It was too much.
âI canât!â
âYou can.â
Dean sealed his lips around your raw clit and sucked hard, swirled his tongue, flicked it like a metronome until he felt you break again. When your juices hit his elbow, he finally relaxed, pulling his fingers from your cunt and taking a breath.
Moaning, you squirmed on the bed, needing to close your legs and curl up, hide in the blanket for a moment to come down, but Dean wouldnât let you rest.
He knelt between your legs and grabbed your hips, tugging you down and up. Your ass rested on his thighs and you gasped as he drew his thumb through your slick.
âNo, Dean, I canât-â
His teeth snagged on the corner of his mouth and his eyes went dark. âOh, you can.â He rubbed on your clit lightly, dragging the need back through you. âYou can come as many times as I want. I told you. Gonna make you nice and stupid.â
The aching tightness appeared again and Dean picked up his pace. His gaze was focused on your face, the way you struggled to hold your breath, keep back a scream. He pressed a little harder and saw the spark behind your eyes as the pleasure snapped again.
âFuck!â
âKnew you could do it,â he whispered, leaving your clit to wrap his right hand around his cock. He stroked himself to fullness and tapped the head on your pussy, slapping gently.
âDean!â Your eyes went fuzzy, your mouth fell slack.
âYou want this?â he asked, rutting his hips and driving the shaft through your folds, teasing mercilessly.
âI do,â you whimpered, âplease-â
âYou know what you have to do,â he growled. âGo on and beg.â
Dean grit his teeth and nudged the very tip of his cock at your entrance. You could feel his heartbeat through his cock and your bodies pulsed together, both stuck on the very edge of madness.
He thrust his hips just a tiny bit and your thoughts emptied like he had turned on a faucet.
âFuck me, Dean! Fuck my pussy, please! Need your cock so fucking bad, please fuck me. Please!â
A sneering smile tugged on his swollen lips and Dean gave in, sinking into your cunt with one fluid push.
Your body trembled and he shifted, setting your ass down on the bed and crawling forward to fuck you deep and hard.
The bed rocked.
The blanket rumpled.
Your scream nearly woke the neighbor.
He couldnât move once he came, hunching over you with a stupid, empty look on his freckled face. His mouth hung open, his vision was blurred. He panted, shoulders moving fast as his heart raced in his chest.
âHoly fuck.â He was wasted and sated and somehow managed to pull out before he collapsed, leaving a slick stain between your thighs. âThat was- incredibleâŚâ He drew a big hand down his face, wiping off your wetness, waking himself up.
A heavy, sleepy sigh passed through you and you rolled toward him, curling your arms beneath your head. âThat- you got a good- that mouth is- fucking wowwy.â
He laughed sweetly and turned, curling in to face you. âHey, it worked. I fucked you stupid.â
It was too funny, but he was right. It wasnât fair. It was too perfect.
âYeah, wellâŚâ You slapped a hand onto his cheek and smiled. âAnytime you wanna do it again, you just lemme know.â
Dean turned his face and kissed your palm. âAll you have to do is askâŚâ
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My @hotdiggitydollie added these good thoughts (paraphrasing hers and mine).
Guillermo seems to pique his love for Nandor in Gail. By the finale of s3 he feels hes gonna be left behind and Nandor offers the world on a platter but thx to Laszlo it doesnt happen.
By start of 4 Guillermo is enraged and ready to leave them all behind. He had a bit of a human life in England w Freddie. And while Nandor mustve been told what happened he only addresses it once (left me standing on the tracks w my dick in my hand).
Nandorâs solution to keep Guillermo around is oddly not baby Colin Robinson but hes gonna get married! To some woman! Guillermo agrees to stay around and tells us hes cool w it cuz he has somebody.
All of 4 Nandor increases the crazy for more attention and we get the marwa kissing and hugging Guillermo when she thinks like Nandor. Even a cut I love you!
Then Nandor really ups the crazy steal/cloning Freddie. I think his dumbass thought this would get Guillermoâs attention and Guillermo is just like dude why are you ruining my happiness? I think Nandor thought Freddie was like Marwa (ha!) and Guillermo was just doing it for his attention.
Guillermo goes to leave and pays Derek to turn him.
To me thats the point Guillermo is over Nandor. Dollie says its not bitterness (as i thought) but maybe Guillermo decided Nandor is out of reach.
Guillermo spends 5 hiding everything from Nandor and Nandor ups the crazy cuz hes jealous hes not getting Guillermos attention (just asking him on a date is too easy i guess LETS GO TO SPACE).
Guillermo acts as if its over the whole time and Nandor only gets thru by using his mama as a threat. Then Nandor makes clear hed never hurt Guillermo.
So u get s6 and something happened between ee dont know. Guillermo is looking for a real life since vampire didnt work. And Nandor is freaking out cuz hes slipping away.
Sooo i feel like thats where the last ep took us
Lets look back shall we:
1) when Guillermo leaves for Celeste, Nandor visits and even brings him a new jackoff pillow. He keeps his promise of treating him kinder
2) the finale s2 they cant find Guillermo after hes left again (to mama). Nandor has a breakdown in front of the staten island elite vampires about Guillermo leaving him. He also lies and says he killed him to keep him safe. Nandor at this point is the only one who knows hes killed the Baron and Carol
3) s3 feeling his life has no purpose, Nandor joins a cult. Guillermo saves him mirroring the Celeste thing. Only Nandor is not thankful.
4) when Nandor says hes leaving Guillermo ends up fighting him, and a clearly turned on Nandor invites him on a trip round the world where heâll turn Guillermo the same place he was turned. Not Guillermoâs fault but he doesnt make it.
5) Nandor, thinking he was abandon and surely at some point knowing he wasnt, decides to make new friends. When theyre reunited Guillermo is furious and Nandor is caring and respectful of him. Nandorâs idea to keep Guillermo from leaving is to marryâŚsome rando. Asking him to be his best man
6) when Marwa is made to dupe Nandor she practically makes out w Guillermo. Nandor spends the eve seeking him out
7) sooo Nandor has moved onâŚguess Guillermo can too? Oh no wait Nandorâs reaction to that is so fucked it made one of the worst eps. Eventually they both end up alone and Guillermo is very hurt by it.
8) Guillermo goes and pays Derek to turn him. He doesnt tell Nandor and spends time w Laszlo. Nandorâs solution is Laszlo is seducing Guillermo so heâll go to space to impress him
9) when nandor is told the truth he loses his shit and goes and makes friend with Guillermoâs mama. Says kill me right here if u must. He helps Guillermo finish turning, which Guillermo regrets. Nandor fakes a whole ceremony to fix it
10) sometime between that and start of 6 Guillermo wants to move out and makes the shed. Nandor apparently constantly goes to his shed to rant and talk.
11) Nandor gets a job at canon to keep an eye on Guillermo. He didnt even hypnotize the hr guy! He likes being a janitor and he thinks hes making friends and protecting Guillermo
12) Guillermo fires him and Nandor loses his fucking mind, goes up state to make an army and be a great warrior. Declares Guillermoâs betrayal the worst pain hes had in 1000 years. Acts so dramatic he makes Ed Teach look level headed.
Nandor is right hes always supported Guillermo. And the fact Guillermo cant see how besotted this moron is with him is beyond me
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40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER EIGHT
thought iâd be lying if i said âi didnât want you to myself.â when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that itâs mine, iâŚ
pairing wnba!paige bueckers x singer!oc
taglist @thaatdigitaldiary @ohbueckers @wbbgetsmewetter @rosemariiaa @tndaqlifwy @patscorner @pboogerswbb @xxloveralways14 @makethemhoesmad @h34rtsformilli @uconnpazzi @luvapaigeeyy @hedidnotpleaseme @paigesbabygirl @mopopshop @omg-imtumbling @ch12334 @wbb4l
warnings substance use, infidelity, sexual content
kalena speakss đŞ˝! good morningggg ;) song for this chapter is BPW by jasmine sullivan, youâll know when to play it!
June 2025 â Los Angeles, California
The lights are low in the studio this evening, as per usual whenever Iâm here. Iâm not the type to have multiple people in my space, usually itâs just me, Kaylee, and my producer. But tonight I get to be wonderfully distracted by Page Madison Bueckers.
Her phone is propped up on a bottle of Patron, some audio playing from it as she makes a TikTok in front of me. Iâm fighting a laugh in the midst of rolling a blunt, because everything they say about her lack of rhythm seems to be true.
âOh youâre annoying.â She laughs, picking up on my obvious amusement and mushing my face with her fingers.
âHips donât lie.â I giggle. âCâmon, no way you thought I wasnât gonâ make fun of you.â
âYou a bully. Ion know why Iâm friends with you.â
âBecause Iâm just so pretty.â I reply jokingly.
Paige rolls her eyes at my statement, retaking her original seat in the rolling chair next to mine and shoving her phone in the pocket of her black Essentials sweatshorts.
If thereâs any color I love on Paige, itâs definitely black. The darkness perfectly accentuates the tan of her skin and the bright blond of her hair and the blue of her eyes. Sheâs been wearing it more lately. Which I find odd, considering the blazing heat in California this summer.
I asked her to be here. No other reason than being alone in the studio is usually a recipe for disaster. She took up my offer gratefully, almost too grateful but I was probably overthinking it.
âYou gonna let me hear some unreleased shit, or what?â Paige asked. Her chair slides closer to mine until our arms are touching. Our noses are close too, my eyes boring into hers. Purple rimmed wide framed glasses sit on her nose, making them look bigger.
I look away quickly, leaning towards the monitor in front of me. âI can, yeah.â I tell her, setting the blunt on the rolling tray. âIf you leak it thoâ Iâd have to kill you.â I joke as my eyes pass through all the possible unreleased and unfinished songs on the file.
I watch her take the substance into her own hands, packing and rolling it in places I didnât get to reach yet. I would normally be pissed off, watching someone else roll my blunt as if I couldnât do it myself. But the way her tongue darts out to lick it sealed, pretty and pink and soft, then her perfect fucking face has me mesmerized.
âWho taught you how to roll?â I laugh, honestly a bit shocked.
âI was in college for five years, you think I didnât learn?â Paige looks back at me, fingers still sealing it like a second nature.
âYou probably shouldnât tell people you were in school for that long.â I snide and her elbow meets my ribs.
I take it from her hands gracefully when she finishes, putting it between my slightly chapped lips. Paige takes the lighter, striking the flame a few times until it lights and bringing the flame to the end of the blunt. Her blues are basically eating up my soul, the tip of her tongue peaking out slightly in concentration until I take the first hit.
The weed fills my lungs fast, and I take the blunt away from my lips, smoke clouding the air. Paige was still in season, and due to her recent shooting outbursts, subject to multiple rounds of drug testing. She wasnât smoking with me tonight, rather taking a few shots from the liquor not too far away.
I laugh at the thought, âthey really been testing you?â
She nods, the light falling from her hands and back onto the desk. Sheâs so close, I can smell every note of her cologne. Lavender, some cedarwood.
âLiterally this morning. As soon as I stepped off the court last night I got an email saying I got an appointment in the morning.â She chuckled.
To say Paige had been on a tear this month would be an understatement. 20 point games, double-doubles, off of crazy efficiency too. Sheâs shooting 57% from the field and 42% from three, but last night she shot almost perfect, literally, 10/10 on her first shots 13/15 on the game.
For someone who claimed to not be a big basketball fan, she has me watching and remembering her stats like iâve been doing it for years.
âOkay, music.â She starts. âIf you had to make a collab album with one artist, who would it be?â
I sit back and bit for her question, but the answer really wasnât too difficult. âFrank Ocean, easily.â
âReally? I thought youâd say Drake or sum.â She chuckles.
âHim too!â I responded. âBut Frank doesnât make music with just anybody. If I get that, Iâll know I made.â I shrug. Itâs a dream thatâs a bit out of touch, he hasnât put out music in years, but one can wish.
âImma manifest that Frank feature for you, angel.â She smiles. Her hand reaches to brush my hair out of my line of sight before gesturing with it towards the monitor, âwhich one can I hear?â
I skim past all the music loaded up on the screen before clicking on a file, all the colorful waves pop up individually. The vocals, ad-libs, all the snares and drums. To me, itâs normal. I wasnât a producer but after making music for so long, the technicalities become less and less overwhelming and more interesting.
âWow.â Paige breathes.
âItâs a lot, I know.â
âIs it finished?â She asks me. I nod, shaking my hand side to side as to non verbally tell her âsortaâ. The title reads BPW and yes it pretty much is finished, but Iâm a perfectionist and I feel like most songs can always have more.
âYou wanna hear it?â I question while looking her way. I take another drag from the blunt. âItâs kinda nasty thoâ. The label only let me put two freaky songs on there, so this one got pushed back.â
âOnly? Youâre a freak, bro.â Paige replies. âLemme hear it.â
The instrumental echos first when I hit play. Violin and bass, and then I remember I tried to avoid the piano for this song since most of my discography already is over taken by it. The intro is long, when I look over at Paige and sheâs listening intently, I start to get nervous. âItâs still missing some thiââ
Her finger meets my lips, indirectly telling me to shut up. I sit there shocked. Itâs soft, her finger, sliding down my bottom lip until her hand rests in my lap. Itâs like iâm not even there, just another object in the room as she got consumed by the music.
I didnât think I could be more turned on.
Itâs the reason I write in the first place, the reaction and the feeling of absorption from my lyrics or my sound. But not many people around me get that. Paige so clearly does. It makes me feel warm, taken over with emotion because she sits there so focused, waiting for that first vocal.
â
Well shit, I think to myself when I finally hear the lyrics.
Maraye is crazy. Sheâs crazy for having me sit here and listen to her sing about sex while she wears those tight ass shorts, just days after telling me we are just friends. I canât do anything about it.
My head slowly bows back and forth along with the sound of her voice. This song doesnât deserve to be unreleased, it deserves to be in my library, on that playlist.
And even though we ainât official
You know I ain't no regular girl
So tell me whenever I'm witcha
I got the best pussy in theâ
I stare at her in awe, not just because of what Iâm hearing but the way the smoke passes through her lips has me squeezing my legs together. My hand still rests in her lap lazily, I canât will it to move, I donât think she wants me to either.
Itâs clear to me I have no self control. The other night, just minutes after dropping her off at home, I said I was done. Julian was a dickhead but thatâs Marayeâs dickhead and I needed to respect it. Then here she goes, singing about how good she is in bed, and looking this fucking good. I need her. In all definitions of the word, I need her bad.
I stand up, needing some sort of space between us before Iâm ripping every single thread of clothing on her body. I take a comfortable seat on the edge of the control panel, bowing my head with the melody. My heart rapidly beats in my chest, palms growing sweaty.
âYouâre really good at this.â I breathe.
The song comes to an end, she presses a few buttons on her monitor that I donât really care for. âThank you, love.â
I force a large amount of oxygen into my lungs. Why did she have to say that? I was already struggling just being in the same room. Those damn eyes turning me into a mess between my thighs and here she goes.
A giggle escapes Marayeâs lips as she takes another hit. âAre you drunk?â
I shake my head. âNah, ma. This tequila is hittinâ though.â
âHmm.â
âHmm what?â
âNothing.â Maraye mumbles. âWhatcha think about the song?â She asks me. She scoots the chair closer to me, wheels rolling against the hardwood until sheâs seated between my legs.
âOnly you could make singing âbout sex sound so perfect.â I comment. She really did sound angelic, the nickname so fitting. My arms are crossed over my chest as I size her up. Itâs the first time I get a good look at her tattoos, normally Iâm looking at her eyes or her thighs or shamelessly her tits. But the ink down her arm makes me crazy.
Thereâs one in particular that catches my eye. Linework of three faces overlapped, one blue, one green, and one red. I have no idea of the meaning, or what it stands for but the pop of color on her skin eats me alive.
Maraye shifts in her seat and a smile inches on her lips. Her hips moving in a way that intrigues me. âYou alright there, angel?â
âIâm just fine, superstar. You?â She poses. I reach forward, taking the blunt from her hand and taking a drag. The way it clouds my brain let me know that I was not about to leave this room without making a move on her. I set it on the tray to my right, listing to her as she hums, âthat song looked like it riled you up. Iâm observant.â
I pull her in closer by the arm of the chair, if I couldnât flirt I would sure as hell have fun teasing her. âIâm observant too. You been holding these legs together all night. Why?â
âAre you minding my business?â
âYeah, ma. Now what?â
She doesnât respond and now I want to know what sheâs thinking. I want to get everything out in the open, all the things she wants to say but holds back on.
âThe line is paper thin, Madison.â
âLike I asked, why you been sittinâ like this?â I ask again.
I know what I want her to say. I want her to tell me itâs me. That I got her so turned on that sheâs sitting here with her legs practically glued together because itâs morally wrong to act on how sheâs feeling. Even tell me that she wants to rip my clothes off as badly as I want to rip hers off.
Her foot taps against the floor, echoing off the walls alongside our in sync breathing. âI-uh. Mâjust crossed. Leave me aloneâ She begs, voice low almost like sheâs shy. Itâs cute.
âJusâ crossed, baby? Yâsure?â
I donât think iâve ever been so forward with Maraye than I am right now. Everything running through my body right now is like a shot of adrenaline.
âPaige! You canât be doing this to me right now.â She tosses her head back frustratedly. Iâm stifling a laugh from where I stand. I knew I could get her flustered but this was too easy.
She looks back up at me, her eyes dark and slightly glazed over. The weed has her eyes rimed with red and oddly enough the smell it exudes from her is incredible. Nearly as intoxicating as the substance itself.
âDoinâ what?â I chuckle. âI just wanna make sure youâre comfortable, angel. You look tense.â
âYou make me tense.â
I fake a pout. âLemme fix it.â
âWhy do you insist on not having a boundary or respecting mine?â
âI donât think weâve ever had boundaries, Raye.â I point out.
My hands instinctively reach for her own, standing her up so Iâm not longer craning my neck to look at her. Still, the good four inches I have on her makes her eye me eagerly. Looking up like sheâs giving in. âPaige we canât.â Maraye sighs.
âSo tell me to stop.â I muse.
âWhat?â
I trail my hands to her body. The left holding onto her hip while the other wraps around her waist. She doesnât even try to fight me off, instead I swear she falls into me more. Her hand holds onto my bicep, avoiding eye contact with me.
I notice it. Every single act that is out of her normal. The stuttering and looking everywhere but me. Sheâs shy. Iâll take it as a good thing, that my actions have her reacting like a school girl.
âLemme get you right.â I murmur.
Marayeâs mouth opens, then closes immediately after. My head pushes towards her, right where her neck meets her shoulder. I get a good whiff of her Chanel perfume.
âThis is so wrong, P.â She whispers.
âTell me,â I start with my lips up against her ear, âto stop.â
âThe cameras.â
I look around the control panel, before spotting the on/off switch under the table. I flick it off, the red light by the camera in the corner blinks off.
âIââ
âOh my God, just shut up.â I hum and itâs a matter of seconds before our lips are touching, moving against one another in sync.
Itâs different than the first time. That one was slow, like we were still trying to figure it out. But this one? This one is hungry, fast and familiar. I can make out the taste of weed on her lips, tequila in the back of her mouth when my tongue reaches that spot.
Marayeâs hands are in my hair, tugging it between her fingers all hurried like I could slip away. Mine are everywhere. her hips, her thighs, her ass. I squeeze it before smoothing a hand over the area. A groan slips past my lips and into her mouth.
Iâm pushing us away from the table, past all the chairs and wires until her back hits the leather couch behind us. I pull back, and her mouth is sucking on my tongue. I swear God himself would have to claw me off of her after that.
âWanna take your clothes off.â I pant. My kisses move to her jaw, licking it before moving down her neck. Iâm searching for that sweet spot, and when she moans in my ear I know Iâve found it.
Itâs quite easily the sexiest thing Iâve ever heard. Maraye is quite easily the sexiest woman Iâve ever seen. Her stunning brown skin and curls that tickle my face with each suck I give to her neck. The septum in her nose and tattoos down her arm. To make things harder for me she smells fucking incredible, and the feel of her plush thighs in my hands reduces me to nothing.
My knee meets the center of her legs, that spot that makes her arch into me. I reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head and it hangs off the arm of the couch.
âI wanna fuck you right here, angel.â I mutter against her warm skin. Maraye cups my face, pulling my lips back to hers eagerly. She licks at my bottom lip before slipping it into my mouth. I swallow up every moan she gives me, so damn desperate for more. My hand grips her breast that unfortunately is confined in that black sports bra she wears.
âPaige, fuck.â She gasps against me. Her hand leaves my face to pull my glasses off, theyâre unbelievably foggy and I didnât even notice, too busy tonguing her down to care. She holds them before kissing me again and biting my bottom lip.
âYouâre fuckinâ nasty.â I sigh, pulling her closer.
Maraye moans my name when I push my knee deeper into her cunt. I can feel just how wet she is against my bare skin.
âLemme have you, ma.â I grunt, suddenly felling very hot in the UConn hoodie I have on. âShow me how good that pussy is, baby. You said itâs the best, yeah? Prove it.â
Itâs carnal the way I need her. Like my sole purpose for being put on this earth was to please her. Iâll do it. Happily. Hell, Iâm begging for it.
âFuck. God, P.â She hiccups, letting my hands travel wherever they can reach. They settle on her hips, playing with the waistband of her shorts while my tongue continues to clash with hers. God, itâs messy. Saliva sticky on my chin.
Iâm about to dig into her shorts when the door handle fumbles. I sigh gratefully that itâs locked but then I hear it, the clicking.
â
The fact that I have to fight with myself on whether or not I should push Paige off of me is very telling of my behavior. Someone is messing with the lock on the door, so with what leftover strength I have, I pull away from Paige and push her back off of me.
She reaches for my face and wipes the saliva from my lips, giving me one more chaste kiss before sitting back on the opposite end of the couch. I search for my shirt, which has now made itâs way to the floor. By the time I toss it over my head and hand Paige her glasses back and fluff my hair so it is naturally falling over the hickeys I assume Paige has left on my neck, the door is swinging open.
âGod damn, Raye. You coulâ oh. I didnât know you had someone else in here.â
Itâs Kaylee, which makes me let out quite possibly the worldâs biggest sigh of relief. I play with my bottom lip, hoping she canât point out how swollen it is from Paige biting it.
Her taste, like cherries and a bit of tequila, has completely overpowered any other taste previously in my mouth. Sheâs taken over my entire body.
âHey.â Paige greets her, awkwardly clearing her throat.
Kaylee smiles and waves before walking to the controls. She drops her bag in the seat I had just occupied earlier. She stands still, then looks up in the corner, the light by the cameraâs that are almost always on suddenly off.
She flips the switch before turning to look at the two of us.
âHuh. Someone turned the cameraâs off.â She comments.
âWeird.â I reply.
Really weird.
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I'm seeing some posting about a feeling of fishiness about the recently completed US Election.
In the attempt to do something more productive than my last post, I'm gonna do an adhoc examination of how feasible I think a "rigged election" actually is, looking at a few methods that could have been used. So, to start with, what is the actual evidence here?
Most of it is... honestly vibes based, which I get, but don't put a lot of stock in, There was a lot of energy around the Harris campaign, and she had some good polls, but Donald Trump has proved nothing else in the past fucking decade, its that the polls literally do not matter for him, and he can outperform them by a hundred miles.
But. There's also some numbers.
None of this has been verified yet, and I want to make that clear, but this year has largely reported record turnout in a ton of states, especially the swing states, and yet, so far.
The number of votes seems much lower this year.
Not republican votes, not democrat votes, all votes. Hell, third party voting collapsed this year--whatever else you take from this election, this was not a case of the left splitting the vote.
Now, it's true that the vote count hasn't been completed, and it's possible that the numbers will make more sense once that's done. It's also true that the states didn't have quite the same turn-out as last year... but it was only a percentage point or two lower.
Add that to the frequent postings about people having their ballots rejected for... questionable reasons, and.
Well. It starts going from a "the moon is fake!" conspiracy to "Epstein had sex slaves" conspiracy.
But, okay, is it even possible for Trump to have faked the vote like this? People talked about it, but it was mostly in terms of legal challenges trying to overturn a Harris victory, or pulling in the supreme court to decide narrow districts. This, by all accounts, seems to be a straight forward Trump sweep.
So if there is shenanigans afoot, how could he have done it?
There's three feasible(ish) pathways, in my opinion:
Voter suppression and manipulation pre-ballot: Yeah this happened. It's also irrelevant to any possibility that the vote counts were tampered with. Look, this election was flooded with misinformation, legal suits, court cases, and election officials doing everything in their power to fuck with people's right to vote. It was filled with ballot boxes being lit on fire. Elon Musk did a fucking paid vote scheme! Of course there was voter suppression! But there always is, and although it was worse this year than many others, it wouldn't cause any numerical mismatch between turn out and votes, and there's not much that can be done now for this election. Even if someone voted because Musk slipped them $100, no court will ever be able to prove they didn't just happen upon $100 bucks and then voted for Trump.
Voting machines were manipulated: A few hours ago I would have said this was practically impossible, but apparently a bunch of election officials and cyber-security experts were sounding the alarm about this a few months ago, so, uh. That being said, I've seen people claiming that Starlink or whatever hacked voting machines, and no. No, Starlink did not hack voting machines. No one "hacked" voting machines. They weren't connected to the internet, or any wireless communication systems, because anyone with any degree of cybersecurity knowledge will tell you that's how you create an insecure system. Now, it's not impossible, technically speaking, than Elon Musk or fucking Russia managed to hire engineers and somehow bribe enough officals to get access to the machines and install hardware that would allow external access, but in that case we live in a Bond movie and somehow have bigger problems. So, if the voting machines themselves were compromised in any technological way, it would have required direct, physical access, which should be basically impossible, unless...
Ballot officials fucked with the vote This is the one I think is plausible. Basically, in this case, what could have happened is that various election officials at different levels of the process more or less lied about the vote count. This could have happened in a lot of different ways--they could have found reasons to reject mail-in ballots, which several states attempted to make legal, they could have found reasons to reject in-person ballots, which several states attempted to make legal. They could have, if the corruption ran deep enough to make this feasible, just... not counted or reported votes that swung for Harris. They could have, if the election machines work similar to the ones up here in BC, seen the results from the machines, then called the central election office over the phone--because remember, the ballot boxes should not be connected to anything. I don't know. There's a lot of options, and it varies from state to state, because remember, each state runs their own elections, and has their own rules and procedures.
So yeah, three explanations, only one of which is really plausible.
Now, I want to be clear, I don't think this election was fraudulent. Not yet, at least, I need to see actual evidence, or this is nothing more than a theory, but I also want to be clear.
...3 makes sense.
3 would explain why urban areas seemed to be underrepresented in this election, while rural areas surged. 3 would explain a discrepancy between voter turn out and votes counted. 3 would fit the strategy Trump and MAGA loyalists have been describing for the last four years, of infiltrating the election machinery and manipulating it to their own ends.
So I'm not saying it's likely that Trump fucked with the vote, not without evidence. Not yet.
But I will say this looks a hell of a lot more plausible than any claims made in the aftermath of the 2020 election.
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Kinktober Day 18: Aphrodisiac + Oral Fixation + Body Hair
Eddie Brock | Venom x Ex!Younger!F!Reader
Summary: Venom uses honey from your purse to whip up some tea for you and Eddie while helping you study. Little did he know, that honey has someâŚinteresting side effects.
Warnings: dub con elements, exes to friends to lovers, accidental aphrodisiac, sub!eddie x horny!reader, consumption, teratophillia, not lore accurate, oral fixation (licking, biting), some scratching, oral through underwear, premature ejaculation, body hair kink, some hair pulling, threeway kiss, venom and reader are in cahoots, french kissing, some dry humping, age gap +18 reader, bimbo!reader, basically whole lot of tongue action
To this day, 7 months later, Venom still curses Eddie for letting you go. Blah, blahâŚsheâs young and going to universityâŚblah blahâŚnew experiences. If long distance is really that hard, why is it that it only took Eddie 3 hours to drive to your dorm? If he was committed to your throupling, heâd make the commute everyday to see you.
But Ole Venom supposes he shouldnât be too hard on Eddie. After all, heâs attentive enough to Venom where he notices his changes in mood. Especially when Venomâs in one of those depressive states where he desperately misses you; with the occasional breaking of items to cope with his pained feelings. Whenever heâd get this way, Eddie would take them up go a trip to you and youâd be the three musketeers.
This weekend being a three-day weekend excited Venom for things he had in store. Heâs determined to win you back even in spite of what Eddie says because sometimes he just needs a push in the right direction.
Venom likes to think heâs become that of an expert at romance, having read enough gossip magazines and advice columns to say as such. He knows the love languages and heâll be sure to use his tongue precisely for speaking them to you.
Yeah, he knows Eddieâs been suspicious of his saint behavior since their arrivalâthe rules were clear not to make any plans of winning you backâbut Venomâs entitled to a little bit of rule-breaking. He hovers around, content as he watches Eddie and you laughing during your study session. If he sets the mood just right, things would get more intimate.
He then recalls a fact heâd gotten from an issue of Chic Heat Magazine that explains how tea can make people more susceptible to suggestion because it calms you. If youâre relaxed enough, you might take them back.
So he excuses himself to the kitchen, preparing some rose tea for you all to enjoy. Youâd just run out of honey but you had some packets heâd noticed in your bag earlier, hopefully you donât mind.
Once he returns to the circle, you beam at his gesture. âVâŚyou are such a cutie. Thank you so much.â
âI wouldnât say that too soon,â Eddie says in a tone that is both jest and serious. âWeâll check the state of the kitchen in a minute.â
You shrug. âNo worse than the state I left it in.â
âYouâve gotta be more responsible, babygirl.â He frustratedly sighs.
âIâm studying. Thatâs pretty big for me,â You defend. âUsually Iâd just flirt with the T.A. for the test answers or cram the day of. But Iâve been trying because you said I could do it.â
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry. Really proud of you, buddy.â He says, patting your knee and earning a smile from you.
Then, youâre taking a sip of your tea wanting to give Venom the praise he deserves. Your eyes brighten soon as the first sip stains your tongue and goes down your throat . âThis is really good, V. Seriously. I couldnât have done this better myself. Whatâd you put in it?â
âHoneyâŚâ He begins.
âOh, I couldâve sworn I ran outââ
ââŚthe ones in your purse.â He finishes.
Your eyes nearly leave your skull. âH-how many?â
â5,â He answers proudly. âWanted to make it extra special for you.â
âOh, itâs extra special alright.â You say with a nervous laugh.
âEverything okay?â Eddie asks in concern.
âMhm,â You hum between a strained toothless smile. âL-letâs go back to studying, yeah?â
âWhatâs in those things?â Eddie questions, his investigative nature getting the better of him.
âNothing to be concerned aboutâŚâ Your words escape you when you see that Venom has already retrieved the emptied packet for Eddie to review.
âSweet Honey Rush? You said you wouldnât intern with these guys,â Eddie says. âDidnât you read my story on them secretly being behind these campaigns for increasing the national birth rate. I sent you a link on Facebook. Weâre like breeding stock to them.â
âNo person younger than 35 uses facebook anymore, Eddie,â You argue. âAnd besides they were offering some really good benefits if I interned with them.â
âLike getting free honey packets?â
âThey arenât for meâŚtheyâre for me to give out to some college students. Itâs the new craze. Everyoneâs talking about. Thereâs even a challenge of it on TikTok. You wanna see?â Youâre about to pull out your phone but he stops you.
âDonât you see that theyâre purposely targeting the younger population?â Eddie scoffs.
âNo, I think I gave one to my pervy old maintenance man,â You justify but Eddie shakes his head in disbelief at you. âOh come on. Itâs not like theyâre as good as you think them to be. Venom said heâs added five and you donât see me on all fours with my tongue out, do you?â
âI guess youâre right.â He says.
âGood. Now pretty please read me the next chapter.â
He smiles. âOf course.â
Venom is stumped. This is not at all going the way heâd planned. Instead of relaxing, itâs only made things more tense between the two of you. He was going to need to intervene internally.
âItâs taking effect.â Venom says from within.
âHow are you so sure?â Eddie answers back into the mindscape.
âCome on, Eddie, I know itâs been months. But tell me you havenât forgotten the way she looks when she really, really wants you,â Venom purrs. âLook at those eyes glossing over, darkening when she rakes them over you. Sheâs biting her lipâha! She isnât paying attention to your words.â
âYouâre wrong. Itâs nothing like that.â Eddie says trying to maintain focus by reading to you.
âIâve been inside her once,â Venom continues. âI can sense the changes in her body even long after weâve separated.â
âSheâs just fine.â Eddie says in clear denial.
âThen ask her if she heard what you just said. Better yet ask her anything, sheâll probably say âyesâ to it all if it meant having our cock inside her.â Venom chuckles wickedly.
Heâs reluctant, not wanting to embarrass you, but Eddie tests Venomâs theory anyway in hopes to quell his curiosity. Why on Earth would you want them back when you had so many different options at college? The sooner Eddie could disprove his claims, the sooner they can put aside that hopeful part of them that thinks the relationship could work.
âHey, um, by any chance do you wanna share a jar of olives together?â He asks.
âYes.â You sigh dreamily.
He perplexedly blinks at your reply to his absurd question. You hated olives.
âBabygirl, are you paying attention?â He asks.
âMhm.â You nod still looking at him as if he hung up the stars. And now that Venom pointed it out, Eddie, too, could see your telltale sign in just the way you clenched your thigh together alone.
âOh, really,â He asks, cupping a hand under your chin; his fingertips dimpling your cheeks. âWhat did I just read to you?â
âThe mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell?â
âWeâre studying American History, angel.â He smirks.
âSorry, daddy,â You say, taking them completely off guard. Eddie hates how he instantly hardens at thought as if heâd taken the aphrodisiac, too. âCan I make it up to you? Taste you.â
âYes!â Venom says.
âNo,â Eddie protests. âYouâre not in the right state of mind, missy. Youâre going to bed, if you decide to take care of yourself on your own thatâs your choice. In the morning if you still feel like you want to, then we canââ
âItâs only an aphrodisiac, dude. Not a drug. Iâm not out of my mind for wanting you inside me. Both of you.â
âWeâre in!â Venom says ready to reach out for you but Eddie smacks his dark tendril from your reach.
âNo, weâreââ Eddieâs cut off by your lips on his. Somehow, Venom was able to sneak his mischievous tentacles around and bring your heads together.
You immediately get to work french kissing him passionately and tugging the hair on the back of his neck. His beard burns your face from the rough friction of the make-out session but it doesnât deter you from being more forceful.
Venomâs tongue joins into the entanglement flicking and gliding between you and Eddieâs tongues, gathering a mixture of your salivas.
When Eddie breaks the kiss, youâre at his thick neck licking and biting away while Venomâs eager tongue, slithered and constricted around your body like vines.
âStop. You donâtâŚâ Eddieâs interrupted by yet another one of your lingering wanton kisses, finishing his sentence once you break apart. ââŚwant this.â
âIâve never stopped wanting you,â You suck on the space connect jaw and his neck before dragging your teeth along the vein. âPlease fuck me.â
Eddieâs still too afraid to answer, cradling the back of your head while your lips and tongue continue their assault on his body.
âFuck, babygirl,â He groans, missing this feeling of you devouring him as if he were a buffet. You and Venom were always big tongue enthusiasts wanting to put your mouths around anything that attracted you including Eddie.
His eyes flutter shut and you crawl into his lap, grinding your hips down while you tasted what you could. You pay special attention to his plump lips, licking and biting them.
âCan I go further?â You ask him.
âYou heard Venomââ
âWhat do you want?â
âI want you.â
At his admission you moan, not being able to take it anymore. You and Venom work in sync. He begins to remove Eddieâs clothes while each sink thatâs exposed you go over it with your tongue.
Eddieâs really hairy so occasionally your tongue would run over a patch of hair and youâd give it special attention.
âFuck, I think I might actually cum from this alone,â He laughs bashfully, surprising himself. âIâm so sensitive for some reason.â
You dip your tongue into his belly-button, swirling it around before your tongue finally trails down to his throbbing bulge. It jumps in his khaki shorts the moment you place your tongueâs pressure directly on it. He shudders, his fingers through your hair.
The feverish heat of the effects take over you just as you pass the first barrier, bringing his pants down around his ankles. Venom lifts you by the waist for a moment, adding a pillow underneath for your knees. You run your fingers along the underside of his tentaclesâwhere itâs most sensitive for himâas a thank you.
Youâre not gentle at all once you spot the wet spot on Eddieâs underwear. Heâd cum already and had been too ashamed to speak up. He could already see you making an old man joke about him needing the honey packet more than you but instead you went for his soul.
Immediately, you clamp your mouth around the clothed tip to suck at the sticky essence. Itâs so sensitive he could cry, itâs as if the aphrodisiac is giving him a contact high.
He tries to pull your hungry mouth from him but is thwarted when Venom wraps a snaky limb around his wrists, pinning him down.
âOh god, fuck. BabyâŚplease.â Eddie whimpers.
You drag your nails along his little belly, gripping and pulling the tiny hairs of his happy trail while you sucked him off. Another one of Venomâs tendrils finds their way between your legs, teasing your little nub. You let out a shuddery gasp, your warm breath skirting over his now exposed veiny length.
You trace your tongue on the lightning-patterned cock, tasting the addictive earthiness of him. Youâre gushing wet and ready to their cock and Venom could very well slip a wriggling tendril inside of you this instantâŚ
âŚbut heâd rather Eddie get first dibs.
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Radiostatic Fic Recs Part 3!
Hello everyone! I'm back again with a third installment in fics that I believe are great reads! A quick reminder as always, read the tags and if you don't like something, just tab out! The previous parts can be found here. Part 1 | Part 2
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Sound Effect!
This is a silly little crackfic by the beloved ohdeercoffee! It features proto Vox who has been cursed to be a silent film where all his speech is shown as title cards. This leads to a misunderstanding between him and Alastor, but everyone walks away pleased with the aftermath.
Wallow
This series is heartbreaking. It had me shedding real tears as I read it. Alastor and Vox reckoning with the aftermath of their falling out and the mistakes they made that have cost each other everything.
Oh, I'm gonna be wounded/Oh, you're gonna be my wound
Alastor spends an evening devouring Vox as he watches through his cameras. They end up talking about some things afterwards.
Questionable Attachment
Alastor goes to Vee Tower to mess with Vox because he's bored. They end up kissing and Alastor finds himself consumed with the thought of kissing Vox again.
a glass full of love
Alastor accidentally gets dosed with love potion and falls madly in love with Vox. Vox is milking it for everything he can get.
Playing the Victim
As always, I am a sucker for lykomancer's stories and this one is no different. Vox captures Alastor and implants various hypnotic codes in his psyche before fucking him.
Unsurpassable skills in espionage
Vox manages to collect dirt on the hotel that could ruin them, Alastor is tasked with retrieving said dirt because he's so well versed in subterfuge, and not, as Angel claims, because Vox wants to fuck him.
Two for the Show
This fic was so good! There's something about ohdeercoffee's smut that is just absolutely delectable. Alastor has a little game he plays each time he goes into rut. He goes to bars and flirts with sinners only to blue ball them the second they leave the bar. This time Alastor spots a peculiar looking sinner with a box for a head and decides he will be his next victim.
(Temporary) Truce
Alastor is going through heat after seven years away from Hell. Vox notices the signs and steps in to help.
The Trials and Tribulations of Alastor's Cursed Pussy
As you can imagine from the title, this series deals with Alastor going through estrus and the various points in their relationship that Vox has helped Alastor through it. This series is in turn sexy, funny, and heart wrenching.
Haven
This fic is so sad but so wonderful. Alastor is so desperately worried for his friend and it provides a wonderful characterization of his inner monologue. Vox pisses off another overlord and is kidnapped. Alastor searches the whole of Pentagram City to find him and bring him home.
Two Halves of a Whole Idiot
Alastor goes into heat and chases Vox down as part of a mating ritual. Vox is super into it. They end up fucking about it.
Man or Machine
Vox has just finished another surgical upgrade and Alastor becomes curious as to how much of Vox remains organic and how much has turned mechanical. He conducts his own investigation.
Thought Contagion
Vox works until he drops and Alastor finds it funny to keep a tally of all the silly places Vox has ended up passed out in. During this latest instance, Vox starts to dream and Alastor finds himself drawn to the fantasy displayed on his screen.
Epitaph
This fic is very sad, much hurt and no comfort. Alastor finally commits the inevitable and deals with the fall out of his own needs.
Shadow of Yourself
Another delectable smut piece by the beloved princeliest! Alastor lets slip that he and his shadow share sensation and Vox decides to bring that to the bedroom.
Coup de foudre
The hotel hosts a party to celebrate their win against the exorcists. Alastor meets Vox again and finds himself weak to the man's charms even after decades apart.
Meet Me at My Frequency
Starting after episode 2, Vox's actions push him and Alastor to actually reconcile with each other. The rest of the series follows the rest of canon with some small twists prompted by their rekindled relationship.
Even Exchange
So sad but it has a happy ending! A very nice fic for some good catharsis and exploring Vox's complicated feelings for Alastor. Heaven plans a larger attack and Alastor and Charlie meet with other overlords to secure their support. The Vees agree and join the fight. Vox sustains a major injury.
Video Fucked The Radio Star
Alastor comes to pick up Angel from the studio and Valentino bites him. Unfortunately for Alastor, Val's venom is a potent aphrodisiac. Vox offers to help him through it.
Floating, Where You Belong
This is a delightfully dark fic where Vox hypnotizes and mind breaks Alastor into his own personal sex kitten.
The New and Novel
Alastor grows curious about Vox's hypnotism and he asks Vox to use it on him while they have sex. The end results are very worth it.
Boredom Ruins Everything
Alastor feels particularly vulnerable after his fight with Adam and he worries that he might be overpowered and taken advantage of. This leads him to make a deal with Vox to ensure his own peace of mind. Mostly a smut series, but a very good smut series! Binturong Rose has an excellent grasp of the push-pull between these two and masterfully incorporates that in their sex life.
You'll Know
Alastor's first sexual encounter was deeply disappointing. So much so, that he's never attempted something like that again. After meeting and falling in love with Vox, he decides to give it another try and finds that perhaps sex isn't all bad after all.
Shadows and Light
This fic has been rewritten and this is its newest iteration! Vox brings home his latest film to watch with Alastor. Watching it together brings out some unexpected revelations.
So An Author & A Serial Killer Go On A Date
This one's super cute! Based on a well known tumblr prompt, Alastor and Vox meet because Alastor is a serial killer and Vox is a murder novelist and they have been searching similar things on the internet.
In Your Dreams, Old Pal
Vox has been dreaming of Alastor and himself together for a while. Alastor decides to take a peek and is disgusted to find the simpering dream version of him Vox has made. In a fit of rage, he eats his dream counterpart and accidentally seals his own fate. Now he has to play the part of himself every night in Vox's dreams.
Background Noise
A fluffy fic about Alastor's hooves and how cute Vox finds them!
Nothing Above the Knee
A smutty fic of Vox deeply appreciating Alastor's hooves!
Red Bow Tie
Alastor reminisces on the past and his current relationship with Vox. A bittersweet piece about what could have been and what still is.
golden rule, it's just for show!
An unfortunate incident at an overlord meeting turns all the overlords back to their human forms. Alastor finds himself mesmerized by the slight figure Vox cuts and resolves to make him his.
Brand me (so I'll have a reason to be mad)
This fic is super sexy. I really enjoyed the erotica and characterization of the two. Vox presents Alastor with a piece of jewelry with his brand on it. Alastor ridicules him for it, but does he really consider the piece as tacky as he claims?
Sinking Funds
Alastor discovers that Vox has given him the most exclusive credit card one can get in Hell and decides to take it for a spin to see how much Vox cares about Alastor spending his money.
You Want It Rough, You're Out Of Bounds
I will forever and always be a huge Mothball Milkshake fan. Any time they write radiostatic, I am running to read it. Here, Moth took a break from Signals to give us a lovely smutty fic. Alastor and Vox have finally started up a relationship of sorts. They've had sex several times but vox has never been able to make Alastor come. He's determined to change that tonight!
Wind Me Up and Break Me Down
Another fic by the wonderful Mothball Milkshake! (As I said, I am their number one fan lol) This is loosely connected to the above fic but can be read separately. Vox ties Alastor up and worships his body.
scatterbrain
This fic is sweet and hilarious. Alastor discovers that sleeping is technically optional in Hell and stops sleeping for several decades. Lilith steps in and forces him to sleep until he is fully rested.
The Merman
For my Vox merman lovers, come eat! Alastor has heard tale of these merfolk and has been working to capture one for study. He stumbles across Vox and he attempts to capture him. Vox is amused and decides to keep the pretty human that tried to capture him.
In Season
This fic is cute and funny! A little cracky but a good read! Vox and Alastor used to spend their autumn rut/heat together since both their sinner forms went into heat/rut at the same time. Even as enemies, they kept this arrangement. As Alastor goes into his first rut after his sabbatical, he fully expects Vox to join him like normal. However, Vox is not happy that he got left in the lurch for seven years and refuses to cave to his desires.
Research and Development
Velvette and Valentino are sick of Vox constantly obsessing over Alastor and order him to do something about it. He ends up creating a virtual reality so that he can finally fuck Alastor and maybe get it out of his system. However, the program seems to have other ideas.
when the flies fell
A modern day human AU wherein Alastor convinces Vox to help him summon a demon. This has worse consequences than either of them foresaw as they race to fix their mistake.
Unfinished
Harlem Sunset
Set after the events of episode 2. Alastor approaches Vox to propose scheduled brawls outside of the city. Vox decides to take him up on it and it sets in motion a chain of events that can't be stopped. Just a small note, none of the fight scenes are on camera, so to speak, in the fic. However, the developing relationship is sweet and I am enjoying it a lot!
My Body, Your Temple
This is a masterfully done human AU set in the 1930s. Vox comes down to New Orleans in an effort to poach New Orleans' very own Alastor Deveaux, Alastor finds him absolutely insufferable. They find themselves drawn into each other's orbit and find themselves tangled in an all consuming desire for one another.
Believe Me, (The Sun Always Shines on TV)
In a fit of rage, Valentino damages Vox's head so badly that he can't fix it himself, so he goes to the one person he knows can piece him back together. Doing so forces both Alastor and Vox to confront the ugly history between them.
Summer Wine
Charlie strikes a deal with Heaven to trial run redemption with a sinner of her choosing. By pure accident, Vox and Alastor are selected instead and must work together as they find themselves back on Earth in the modern day.
Perhaps it's Pedestrian
Okay so I normally have a rule that a fic has to have at least three chapters before I toss it up on the list because I always hate clicking on rec lists that are full of one chapter WIPS. However, this fic is so long and wonderfully written for the two chapters it does have that it deserves a spot so more people can go encourage the author with kudos and comments!
Vox and Val break up again and Vox goes to a bar to drink and find a one night stand. Alastor makes that much harder than it should be to do so.
Animal Natures
Another favorite by the dear lykomancer! This time it's a series. As the title suggests, Alastor goes into rut and Vox helps him through it. Unfortunately, Alastor likes it a little too much and now that's Vox's fault, somehow.
For the sake of research and understanding
Alastor is curious about why others seem so obsessed with sex, so he goes to his good pal Vox to ask him to explain to him. One thing leads to another, and Vox finds himself giving a practical demonstration.
An Unforgettable Debut | 1961
After several years of hard work, Vox is finally ready to launch his own studio and has thrown a huge party to celebrate. Unfortunately for him, someone has ordered a hit out on one of the Radio Demon's companions and he's been caught in the crossfire. Will he be able to make it to his party on time?
Modulation Missteps
I'm really enjoying this fic and the worldbuilding the author has put in to make a comprehensive narrative. This is a Human AU where Vox and Alastor were childhood best friends who separated. Years later, Vox forces a reconnect and they have to work through all the ugly emotions they've both been harboring for over a decade.
Now only dogs follow me (Is He Following?)
Several years ago, Vox was an incredible detective solving serial killer cases until he suffered a mental break and was fired. After finally getting his life back on track, all his progress is threatened as a new killer comes to town and the department needs him again. Luckily, he finds support in his old childhood friend, Alastor.
it's not murder, it's research and waste disposal
Okay so. This guy is dark and very gory. And I do mean that a lot. Please read the tags before diving into this fic, it is absolutely not for the faint of heart and it has even grossed me out a few times. That said, it is beautifully written and the relationship between Alastor and Vox is simply divine.
Vox moves to New Orleans and meets Alastor and immediately falls in love. Alastor wishes Vox would choke and die until he finds Vox attempting to dump a body in the bayou and suddenly Vox is so much more interesting.
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Mythal, Solas, and Lavellan
So thereâs lots of discussion about Mythal and Solas, and we need to talk about it.
I too, at first, was mad that Lavellan wasnât enough for Solas.
And then I started thinking about it.
Not only was Mythal his mother, his creator, she coaxed him into being. Into changing his spirit and his purpose.
Regret Number 1.
He let her use his knowledge and wisdom to do a terrible thing, to kill (tranquil) the titans, changing a whole race of people at a molecular magical level.
Regret Number 2.
When that choice created the worst power known to Thedas (the blight) he was responsible again. And Mythal asked him to step up and fight against it, and he did. And a lot of people died.
Regret 3.
Mythal DIED. (IMO The gods blighted her because she stood against them for wanting to use the blight but thatâs not important here). And Solas blames himself.
From Solasâ perspective, he is her puppy. Her Emerald Knight. Her General. Her Protector. Her Wisdom. Her servant, her SLAVE. He is BOUND TO HER. And he caused her downfall.
And youâre all like, GEAS! GEAS!
But wait.
From HIS perspective.
Rook says something somewhere along the lines of like, by abstainsing from being the good guy (oh wait maybe it was Varric in the fadeâŚ)
By choosing to be the villain instead of the hero is he absolving himself of the guilt (regret) that comes from having to have made those choices.
From Solasâ perspective, he is her slave.
LOOK AT HIS BODY LANGUAGE.
He is a worm in the dirt in front of her. He is a scolded child, a puppy with his tail between his legs.
But in the eyes of Mythal, he was always her friend. The one person who had always stood by her. She did not literally entrap him, or bind him. It was all in Solasâ own head.
He refused to take accountability for his actions, only able to survive through the crushing weight of his own guilt by blaming it on servitude to Mythal.
Thatâs why Rook escaped the prison. Because she faced her own choices, choices with terrible consequences, and accepted them. Took responsibility for them, and promised to do better.
Remember, after the Temple of MythalâŚ
SolasâŚ
You gave yourself into the service of an ancient elvhen god!
What does that mean exactly?
You are Mythalâs creature now, everything you do whether you know it or not will be for her. *** You have given up a part of yourself.
***THIS WAS NEVER TRUE. IT WAS NOT TRUE FOR FLEMYTHAL & MORRIGAN, NOR WAS IT TRUE FOR ABELAS, NOR WAS IT TRUE FOR SOLAS. HE JUST WANTED TO BELIVE THAT IT WAS.
âŚI suppose it is better you have the power than Corypheus. Which leads to the next logical question⌠What will you do with the power of the Well once Corypheus is dead?
The war proved that we canât go back to the way things were. Iâll try to help this world move forward. **Lavellan is talking about the mage/templar conflict, but Solas is putting her in his own shoes. Solas reached for power he could not control and fucked the whole world up.
You would risk everything you have with the hope that the future is better? What if it isnât? What if you wake up to find that the future you shaped is worse than what was? **
**This is literally him asking her what she would do in his shoes. He woke up and the world was in chaos OF HIS MAKING. To prevent an evil HE CAUSED from spreading, he orchestrated the downfall of the people he loved and swore to protect.
Iâll take a breath, see where things went wrong, and then try again.
Just like that?
*He is in shock that she can be so cavalier about the guilt that has rocked him for (4?) millennia.
If we donât keep trying, weâll never get it right.
*And this is the only thing that calms him down.
Youâre right. Thank You.
For what?
You have not been what I expected, Inquisitor, you have⌠impressed me.
You have offered hope that is one keeps trying, even if the consequences are grave⌠that someday, things will be better.
Then, of course, he takes this to mean that he needs to try to put The Evanuris in a different prison and take down the veil which isnât at all what we meant sweetie but thatâs okay get up and try again.
This is a classic case of a person in power not understanding the terrible, horrible consequences of unfettered power imbalances. Because Solas was always Friend to Mythal (Im not going into Freudian sex shit with you weirdos right now).
Solas was Mythals FRIEND.
Mythal was Solasâ EVERYTHING.
co¡de¡pend¡en¡cy
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noun
excessive emotional or psychological reliance on a partner,
His Mother, General, Creator, Protector, Queen, Goddess.
And he loved her so fiercely with every fiber of his new, physical being.
And he hated it.
And when Lavellan fell for him, and he for her, he was afraid.
Because he would never force a spirit against her purpose, and in his eyes the only way to love is the sick and twisted way he loved Mythal.
But again, from Mythalâs perspective, it wasnât twisted. Solas was just Solas. And once again the powerful care not for the thoughts and opinions of those beneath them.
And that sin is on Mythal.
And thatâs why she comes out and talks to Solas. Both aspects of her. To release him from the bonds that never existed. Be free, friend. You always were, but if you need me to say it I will because I love you.
âI pulled you from the fade and sent you into war. I used your wisdom as a weapon⌠and it broke you.â
Cole: Is there a way to save more spirits, Solas?
Solas: Not until the Veil is healed. The rifts draw spirits through, and the shock makes demons of them.
Cole: Pushing through makes you be yourself. You can hold onto the you. Being pulled through means you don't have enough you. You become what batters you, bruises your being.
Be free.
âThe things that I have doneâŚâ
âAre not for you to bear alone, my friend. The many wrongs we did, we did together.â
And he COWERS before her. Shaking and shuddering. FNALLY being absolved of the guilt heâs carried since his inception.
âI release you from my service.â
And he SOBBS. At the RELIEF.
And Lavellan kneels before him (wrong, IMO because they should be equals but its fine)
And he can go back to his original purpose.
Not Pride.
Not Knowledge.
Not even Wisdom.
But Protection. Â Â
âMy life force now sustains the veil. With every breath I take, I will protect the innocent from my past failures.â
The Shepherds Wolf. Protecting his flock from those who would do them harm.
And Lavellan promises it wonât be terrible, as long as theyâre together.
And maybe Solas can try this different kind of love. A love built on respect, and trust, instead of fear, and obedience.
And he can be his purpose, Protection, and also be a man. And love his vhenan.
Because he is free.
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some thoughts/things i liked about the hypothetical s2 scavengers reign teaser
AZIIIIIII LOOK AT HER!!!!!!!! my jaw hit the floor..... dgmw i love a good buzzcut but she looks so handsome with the slightly longer hair i want her so bad. also she looks kinda sad/melancholy in this scene....... babygirl are you okđ˘
THE FREAKY SPACE DEATH CULT WERE GONNA HAVE SKULL LASERS????? FUCKING SKULL LASERS
their ship is the coolest thing i've ever fucking seen what the hell. it reminds me of a rlly ornate vase
i'm guessing this person was gonna be the leader of the space cultists, or at least someone important to them? idk anything abt her but i'm fucking obsessed with her from design alone. like this is one of the best character designs i've ever seen just from seeing her face......graaaagahh she's so coooooool
HI LEVI HI BABYGIRL <3 <3 <3 getting up to their One With Nature activities as usual i see
kamen đ........ (just kidding i was excited to see my horrible little guy even if it's just the back of his head lol. i wonder if s2 would've been a redemption arc for him, he kinda looks like he's just chilling here)
barry has got facial hair!! i wonder if that means a relatively large timeskip was gonna happen between seasons? his hair has grown out a lot too :') he looks so grown up aww
URSULAAAAA!!! idk what she's doing inside this alien pod but it looks badass. this scene honestly gives me the vibe that she's preparing for a fight or some kind of other rlly dramatic event? also if you look there are little metal darts in the side of the pod she's in, i think?? i wonder what the context for this was...........
ANYWAY i am heartbroken to know that scavengers wasn't renewed....... but equally i'm so glad to have got this glimpse of the series again and i am not giving up hope that it'll get a second season. maybe if enough people watch season 1 and hype up the show on social media there's still a chance it could be renewed! regardless, please watch scavengers reign if you haven't yet. this show is fucking everything to me and i love it so much
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