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[aureatchi]

hi guys !! sorry my interactions have been super slow these past few days, i’ve been so busy😭…i’m announcing they’ll have to continue staying way until next week :’) bcz i’m doing something special atm,, i promise i’ll get to responding after !! <3

in the meantime pls feel free to still send stuff in my inbox bcz i love chatting regardless !! & if we’re lucky, i might still be able to get a work out this week too (・ω<)

[luveline]

Hey lovely, How about Hotch and wife!reader having their first family outing with new baby, a walk in the park or grocery shopping something like that you can pick.

Hope your having a good weekend lovely Xx <3 🌼

ty for your request ily <3 —you and Hotch juggle your small family for the first time. fem, 1.2k

“Please hold my hand?” 

Having a baby has activated some intrafamily jealousy, but you don’t mind. You’re cooing at Noah adoringly when Jack interrupts, thrusting his hand in the air, the very beginning of a tantrum lining his eyes and his thin eyebrows pinched like a threat. 

“Baby, don’t you wanna come and sit up here with Noah?” you ask. There’s not much room next to the carrier, but Jack's slight. 

He shakes his head, hand poking your tummy. Grocery shopping with Jack has always been hard, he wants to look at everything, wants to take the list, and doesn’t ever wanna sit in the cart, but it’s proving harder today. 

“Aaron, you have to push the cart.” 

He’s been begging you to let him for the last half hour. “It’s gonna tire me out,” he says, nudging you aside by the hip, “but I think I can handle it for you. You did call me by my first name for once. We reward good behaviour in this family.” 

You roll your eyes and take Jack’s little hand. Calling him Aaron now you’ve had a baby together should feel natural, but it doesn’t. It feels more like a loving nickname than his actual name —over two years of calling him Hotch is hard to ignore. 

Jack gives you a loving look that makes the fuss worth it. “This is fun,” he says. 

“This is awesome.” 

You and Jack got used to doing grocery shopping by yourselves while you were on your maternity leave without his dad. With Hotch now on his own paternity leave to accompany you, it is admittedly easier, and much more fun. You and Jack swing your hands together as Hotch steers the cart and your baby into the cereal aisle, which’ll take hours to get through, no doubt, but it doesn’t matter. What else is there to do? 

You make it Hotch’s job to say no to the boxes that are mostly sugar, and, unfortunately for Jack, get distracted by Noah in his baby carrier where it’s locked into the cart. His eyes reluctant to open, tired, dark lashes threaded together at their corners, his tiny mouth. “Aw, look at you, handsome, you’re nearly smiling. You look just like your daddy, he never wants to smile either,” you say, tapping his nose. 

Your saccharine tone prompts distress. “Y/N,” Jack whines, “you need to help me choose the cereal.” He yanks at your hand. 

“Jack, don’t start, bud.” 

“Dad,” Jack pouts. 

“No, it’s okay. We’re supposed to be sharing everybody now, so Jack gets to share me too. I’ll help you pick some cereal. I don’t mind,” you say. 

You sort of do mind, just a bit. This is Noah’s first time out in the world that wasn’t sitting peacefully in the backyard, and you don’t want him to be scared. Maybe baby’s can’t be scared, you don’t know. It’s nicer to feel close to him in these big moments. But it’s Jack’s first time having a baby brother at the store, too, so you’ll have to make it work. 

“You don’t have to,” Hotch says. 

“It’s fine, it’s okay.” You bend down to see the cereal selection. “They have your favourite, Cinnamon Toast Crunch. And your second, Fruity Pebbles. It’s up to you, it’s your treat.” 

Jack gasps and hits a box of Fruity Pebbles, “Barney’s on the box now!” he says, pointing at the blonde character behind the cereal bowl. 

You give a soft laugh quickly lost as Jack’s force topples the box. It hits the floor with a light crunch. “Oh, whoops. Let’s pick this up,” you say, popping down into a crouch without thinking. 

“Honey–” Hotch says, which would surely be followed by a Should you be doing that? if you weren’t already flopping onto one knee in pain. 

Bad idea. Terrible idea. Having a baby tears a mixture of tissue and muscle, and while the fiery pain of labour has since become a bad memory, a spike of trauma erupts between your legs. “Ow,” you yelp, eyes welling with unbidden tears. 

“Y/N!” Jack and Hotch say simultaneously. 

“Are you alright?” Hotch asks, bending at the waist to grab you, never cruel but clearly perturbed as his hands grasp your shoulders. They slip down under your arms. “Come on, can you stand up?”

You blink away tears and force yourself to stand with his help. He’s quick to pull you close, one hand on your wrist, head ducked to see your face. “Are you okay? What happened?” 

You let out a queasy breath. “Something’s not done fixing itself,” you joke weakly. 

“Are you alright?” he asks again, lower. 

“I’m fine.” You’d love to sit down. The pain is a thrum like your heartbeat now, hurting but half as intense. “I’m okay. Really, it just shocked me.” 

He slips his arm around your neck to encourage you in for a temple kiss. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You wiggle out of Hotch’s hold. Jack stands with a large pout near the fallen box of cereal, his hands twisting together over his tummy. “It’s okay,” you say. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again, panicked tears slipping down his cheeks. “You hurt getting it and it was mine, I’m sorry.” His voice squeezes out of him in guilty pangs. 

“It’s okay!” you repeat, leaning over with a wince to offer your arms, “It’s really okay, it’s not your fault. Don’t be upset, baby, I’m fine.” 

You hoist Jack into your arms as he begins crying in earnest. His crying startles Noah, who starts to whimper, and then sob despite Hotch’s gentle shushing. You look at one another in mild defeat, your hand cupping the back of Jack’s head as he clings to you for reassurance. 

Noah’s sobbing is like a ringing bell. Jack says he’s sorry into your neck, and it’s such a desperate scene you let a laugh slip out. “Aw, baby,” you say, smiling as you press your nose to his cheek, “it’s really okay. It wasn’t your fault at all, it was just ‘cos I’m out of practice. I’m just tired.” 

“You fell.” 

Noah gurgles behind you. “I know,” Hotch says quietly. “I know. You’re okay, bud. Jack’s okay. Mom’s okay. Shh, shh.” 

It’s obviously not how you’d want your shopping trip to go, but Jack’s crying eventually slows, sapping all of his energy, and so he finally agrees to sit in the cart. The only problem is that he doesn’t fit there as well as you’d thought he would. Hotch ends up carrying him the entire time you’re in the store, and Noah doesn’t ever settle. You’re like zombies when you get back to the car, a headache stark between your ears and evident in his pinched brow. 

“Let’s try again in a few weeks,” Hotch suggests. “I can go by myself. Or we can make somebody else.”  

You wish you had the energy to kiss his brow, giving a defeated nod as you slouch down into your seat, grateful at least for his hand on your knee. “Okay.” 

[madamspellmans-met-tet]

🔮 Maestra 🔮

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

tags: safeword use, BD SM, overstimulation, aftercare, NSFW, married couple, restraints, mommy k!nk, light d/s, sp@nking

summary: Friday night is a special night for you and Lilia. You've both been looking forward to it all week. Unfortunately, work has worn you out and boundaries are pushed.

wc: ~ 3.2 k

A/N: the characters took over halfway through there's things in here that I hadn't planned. but anyway, hope this is what you had in mind person who made the request <3

thank you for beta-reading @live-laugh-love-lupone 💜

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Friday was your favourite day of the week, but not because it meant the weekend was within reach or because of the widely spread ‘Date Nights’—after all, you weren’t an amateur after roaming this earth for one and a half centuries. In Lilia’s and your modest but fulfilled marital life, Friday night meant Kink Night.

The night where you did everything you didn’t have the time or energy for during the week, where you didn’t have to get up early the next morning, where you could just be yourselves, far away from scrutiny and the headaches of modern life. It was the night you two connected.

And both you and Lilia looked forward to it so much, even after all this time. You’d slip notes to each other with things you wanted to try or fantasies you had for the other to keep all week and plan around. This week, Lilia wanted to restrain you and have her way with you, and since you loved it when she took charge, you’d been on board immediately.

The only problem was that today hadn’t treated you well. You’d already fainted at your workplace in the museum—amidst the fossil collection, ironically—due to having been overworked and sleep-deprived, and now your muscles were all sore. You wanted to fall into a blissful coma, but when you stepped through the door and saw Lilia’s face—cheeks rosy and eyes hooded, lips painted, bejewelled—you already knew you would choose her over sleep.

It was clear that she’d made an effort to glam herself up, in her burgundy dressing gown tied at the waist, barefoot, and elevate the space with candles and incense; more than you expected, and more than she normally did, which made you believe that she needed tonight—and who were you to deny her?

“You’re late.” Lilia came over and took the bag from your shoulder, and before she could move away again, you caught her by the waist and kissed her with the reverence she deserved and breathed onto her lips, “Sorry, my love.”

She pulled on your necklace, keeping you trapped a hair’s width apart, her eyes on your mouth. “I’ll have you make it up to me.”

You couldn’t keep from pushing forward and kissing Lilia again, square across the mouth, messy. Your hands flew to the sides of her head, your fingers wound into her curls, and you drew her deeper into the kiss. She allowed you a taste, but then put three fingers on your chin and nudged you away, smirking. “Anything more you have to earn.”

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[kaliforniahigh]

Can I request wedding night with Noah. Noah is experienced and reader has experience but hasn’t been intimate in a while (they had a bad time being intimate with someone else). They both agree to wait till their wedding night, reader is nervous and Noah comforts her and makes it amazing.

Hi, nonny! I've been thinking about this request and I decided to change it up a bit. Instead of making it their wedding night, I wrote them being intimate for the first time as a couple. Hope it's still good :)

Warnings: reader describes some situations revolving around sex that could be uncomfortable for some people, sexual harassment in previous relationships, smut (fingering, f receiving), dirty talk and reassurance <3 Noah is a sweet pea! I think that's it!

WC: 2.9k (not proofread yet!)

Requests are closed for now.

You haven't been in many serious relationships in your life, but you've dated around, and if you were being serious, you never had much luck with the guys you've been with. Specially in the sex department.

You figured that every man was the same at this point.

Most of the time, you felt like you were with them only to satisfy their sexual needs, because their sex drive was endless.

You were having a movie night? It had to end with sex.

Date night? It ends with sex.

And if you didn't want to have sex? "It's unfair, you could at least give me blowie, right?" they told you. You thought the situation was ridiculous and just decided to leave.

Noah was a nice guy from the beginning, but you felt like you were waiting for the switch to turn at every moment. When you started going out on dates, he drove you home and didn't expect you to kiss him or invite him up to your apartment.

When you were over at his place, having dinner and watching some series he was excited about, he didn't find a way to inconspicuously put your hand over his crotch.

He didn't talk about his past relationships or the girls he's been with in a degrading way.

You thought it was too good to be true, honestly. Eventually he was gonna wask you why you haven't made a move on him yet.

Truth is, you've been wanting to make a move on him for a while now.

It's been such a long time since you felt like you genuinely wanted to have sex with someone, not because you had to, but because you wanted to.

You obviously weren't blind to his good looks, but the way he treated you was what made you crazy for this man. He respected you and he never did anything to make you feel uncomfortable or unwanted. Quite the contrary, his flirting showed that he had as much interest in you as you had in him, but his actions were clear, he was gonna wait for you to make the first move.

The first time you felt bold enough was when you were over at his house. You planned a date night and he cooked for you. Then you sat on the couch, blanket draped over the both of you as you watched a movie.

Halfway through the film, rain started to fall outside, which soon turned into a full-blown storm. You thought it would pass by the time the movie ended, but it was persistent and the sky outside was a dark shade of grey, not giving signs of letting up anytime soon.

"I'm not letting you drive in this storm", Noah stated to you.

"I'll just wait until it passes to go home", you told him.

"Y/N", he looked at you "it's almost 11 at night, this storm is not passing anytime soon, and even if it did, it's already too late for you to drive home alone"

You sighed because you knew that what he said is true.

"Why don't you just sleep over tonight?", he proposed to you. "It's the weekend and you don't work tomorrow"

"Ok, I can just sleep here on the couch", you told him, but he gave you a look that told you he was not ok with what you just said.

"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch. I take the couch and you sleep on the bed", he said but you shook your head immediately.

"I'm not kicking you out of your own bed, Noah", you kept shaking your head.

"Well, then, what are we gonna do about it, princess?", he said with a little teasing in his voice and a challenge in his eyes. You already knew what he wanted you to say.

"Is your bed big enough for us to share?", you asked.

"I'll take you upstairs and you can see for yourself", he got up, taking your hand in his and leading you up the stairs.

His room had light colored walls, and you recognized some of it from the times you facetimed him. You've been in his room before, but only in passing, but now you paid more attention to it. His bed seemed to be a queen size, enough to fit the two of you and leave some room to spare.

You rubbed your chin, as if thinking about the situation, then you turned to him and said "I guess we can both fit in there pretty well", and he grinned at your answer.

"I'll set aside some clothes for you to wear, then we can finish watching the movie here", he said, as he made his way to his closet.

You observed a little more and saw a television perched on the wall, right in front of his bed.

He set a Bad Omens shirt and some pants on the bed for you.

"I'll leave you to change", he turned around and exited the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

You striped from the clothes you were wearing and put the shirt on over your head. You noticed that it went well past your mid thighs. You knew Noah always wore and XL when it came to the band's merch, but you never realized how big it would be on you.

You eyed the pants and pondered over your next move. You could forgo the pants all together if you wanted to. You knew it was a bold move and you didn't want to come on too strong. But you also knew that you needed him to know you wanted this, that you wanted more.

So you folded the pants and set it aside on his computer chair, making your way out of the room and to the kitchen, where you found him drinking a cup of water.

He was mid sip when he noticed you standing there, almost choking on the water when he noticed you wearing only his shirt. He pulled himself together and said with a little cough "you look good in this shirt"

You smiled, looking down your body. "It's so big, I thought I didn't really need the pants. I hope that's ok"

"Y-yeah, it's fine. Whatever makes you comfortable", he scratched the back of his neck, thankful for his own long shirt, that way you didn't notice how rock hard he was under his pants. "I put a toothbrush on the bathroom counter for you", he decided to change the topic of conversation.

"Oh, thank you. I'll go get ready for bed then", you said and turned around, grinning all the way to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Noah was waiting for you, laying on his bed and wondering how in the hell he would be able to share a bed with you, when only the mere sight of your half covered body made him become a nervous teenager all over again.

Should he put pillows between you? He didn't want you to feel weird about this, and he surely didn't want to wake up cuddling you, like it always happens in the movies.

He didn't have time to think about this for much longer, because seconds later, you were coming in the room, your hair up and your eyes already a little tired, looking mighty ready for bed.

"I thought maybe we should continue this movie some other day", he stated as you climbed onto your side of the bed. He tried not to stare at the way the shirt rode up your thighs.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a little tired myself", you got comfortable under the covers, laying on your side to look at Noah, who was laying on his back.

"Well then, good night, Y/N. Hope you sleep well", his head turned to the side to look at you.

"I will. Good night, Noah", you threw the words back at him. He reached on the other side and turned off the lamp, shrouding the room in darkness.

You both laid in the same positions for several minutes, knowing neither one of you was asleep.

You stretched your arms beside you, but your hand bumped into his. You didn't retreat, thinking it would be weird to move it away, so you let it stay there, softly brushing against his.

Seconds later, you felt his fingers softly start to brush over the back of your hand, eventually bringing them together and lacing your hands.

Your breath picked up a little, but decided you were gonna give him something in return. So you started to move your other hand up and down his arm, in a soothing motion, using your nails to softly scratch over his skin.

In the silence of the room, you heard his breath hitch. You moved closer to him on the bed, lips ghosting over the side of his neck. His chest was now moving rapidly.

"Noah...", you whispered into the silence of the room.

"Yeah", he aswered with his voice a little out of breath.

"Do you want this?", you said, hoping you weren't reading the situation entirely wrong. He moved his head to the side to look at you. Even in the darkness, you could see his intense, dark eyes staring into your soul.

The hand that wasn't on yours moved to rest on the side of your face. "I've never wanted anything more" he breathed back to you.

Wasting no more time, you leaned up on your elbow and crashed your lips to his. His grip on your face a little tighter now, keeping your lips close together. You both moved in sych and you don't remember ever feeling this flurry of emotions from a kiss before.

His tongue teased your lips and you opened them to grant him entrance to your mouth. He tasted like toothpaste and you probably did too. But the feeling of his lips on yours and his tongue exploring your mouth was something that was unmistakebly him. The way his hand felt on your skin was something you've never felt before. And suddently, you wanted to feel the rest of him.

Without breaking the kiss, you threw a leg over his waist, straddling him and both of his hands went to rest on your thighs, moving them up and down.

You were both a panting mess when you parted, and you had to keep yourself from moving your hips, desperatly wanting some friction.

"Can I take your shirt off?", he asked you, breathless.

"Yes, please", your voice had an edge of desperation, and that made him give you a little smirk in return, clearly pleased with the way he made you feel.

His hands made their way up, completely removing the cloth from your body, only to find out that you were completely bare underneath. Groaning, he threw the shirt somewhere on the floor.

"Can I touch these pretty tits of yours?", you nodded feverishly, but he wasn't satisfied with your answer. "I need you to tell me, baby"

"Yes, please. I want you to touch me, Noah", his need to hear your verbal consent was so sexy, you felt yourself getting even wetter.

"I appreciate you being such a polite girl for me, but you don't gotta say please all the time", he said, as his hand started to kned the skin of your breasts. "I'll give you whatever you want, don't gotta ask for it, baby"

"Sorry, just so used to it", you whined a little, both from his words and form the feeling of his big hands on you.

"I know, my sweet girl. Don't have to apologize", his hand traveled up and gripped the back of your neck, bringing you down to lay on top of him and bring your lips back together.

"You just lay on top of me and I'll make you feel really good, ok?", he whispered into your lips.

"Ok", you said as you got comfortable on top of him, grinding yourself on him in the process, the movement making you gasp.

"You're so sensitive, huh?", he teased, as his hands roamed all over your body, resting them over the skin of your ass, massaging the fat of your bum and making your ass jiggle a little.

As he ran his hands up and down your ass, the tips of his fingers teasingly ran over your clothed center, making you let out soft gasps and quiet moans. You held back from begging, remembering his words from earlier.

"Gonna pull your pretty little underwear to the side now, ok baby?" he asked you, and you nodded against his chest. He could feel your gasps on his skin.

"Yeah, wanna feel your fingers on me", you whined, longing for the feeling, the release.

You felt his finger hook under the fabric, as he slowly pulled it to the side, your pussy now exposed. You could feel how wet you were, as your skin came in contact with the coldness of the room.

He started with one finger, running up and down your slit. His other hand was on your head, running his finger over your scalp, the soothing motion giving you whiplash compared to his sensual movements.

"So wet for me, baby. I've been dreaming of feeling you top of me like this", he whispered in your ear, Your bodies were so close together, his breath fanning over the side of your face, the smell of him invading your senses. It was all a lot for you.

You couldn't help but grind your hips down on him, looking for something more.

"Want your fingers inside of me. Need them inside", you told him, eyes looking up at him.

"Yeah? Want them to stretch you open? I bet you would feel so tight around them", he said as he dipped one finger inside you, but he didn't move yet, he just kept it buried there.

You sighed in pleasure. His finger felt so deep inside of you.

He slowly started to move it in and out in a languid pace, finding no resistence at all, considering how turned on you were at the moment.

Soon enough, he added another one, the sensation something else completely. You hid your face in his neck, moaning into his skin, your hips now moving on their own accord. He wouldn't stop you, he loved the way you were so eager to feel the pleasure he was giving you.

The noises filling the room were indecent, the moans coming out of your mouth and the squelching sounds from between your legs.

At one moment, he completely stilled his fingers inside you, moving them in a come hither motion, and you could see stars from how good it felt. The sensation almost sending you over the edge.

"Noah", your voice was completely wrecked, you couldn't keep quiet even if you tried.

"Yes, pretty girl", he regarded you, voice just as broken as yours.

"I'm gonna cum", you stopped what you were saying when his fingers reached a particular spot inside of you, making your head go blank for a second, until you remembered what you were after. "Can I cum? Please let me cum", you begged.

"You don't gotta ask, remember? Just make a mess all over my fingers"

That was all you needed to finally let the feeling take over your whole body. He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers and you writhed on top of him. He kept the motions until the feeling was too much for you. He pulled out his fingers and rested his hands on your back.

Almost his whole hand felt wet on your skin, but you couldn't care less, your body was completely spent and you let yourself slump on top of him for a second to catch your breath.

Not too long after though, you started to make your way down his body, looking to pleasure him just like he did for you.

He complained and kept you in place with his hands on your hips.

"What are you doing?", he asked, voice a little groggy.

"Wanna make you feel good?", you thought it was obvious. Now was his turn.

"No, just stay here, please", you looked at him with a puzzled face. Surely he wasn't turning down a blowie, right?

"But I wanna make you cum", you stated. He opened his eyes and looked at you a little sheepishly.

"Already did, baby", he said with a little smile on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I just came in my pants from how hot you looked on top of me, begging to cum like that", he wasn't bashful or ashamed to admit this, but your cheeks flushed a little at his admission.

And sure enough, as you looked down, you saw a larger than normal wet patch on his sweatpants.

"Now, lay back down, please. Wanna feel you for a little longer before we gotta get up and clean ourselves"

You happily laid your head back down on his chest, feeling the most content you've felt in a while. You finally loved having sex again. You loved the way he made you feel even when his fingers weren't making you go completely mad from pleasure. You loved the way he focused on you and how good he was making you feel without looking for something in return.

You closed your eyes, and you had a feeling that neither one of you was getting up from this bed anytime soon.

[formulamar]

she’s a ferrari - part 3

charles leclerc x yn!ferrari

fc: addison rae

summary: as a child, the great-grand daughter of Enzo Ferrari used to spend her weekends hanging around the paddock. but once she went off to university her appearances became rare. what happens when she starts working for Ferrari? and... one of the drivers steals her heart.

READ PART TWO HERE

NOVEMBER 2023

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charles_leclerc: I gave absolutely everything today. Thank you so much for everything. Thank you for the support throughout the whole season. It's been a tough one and I already can't wait to be in 2024 to be hopefully fighting for wins again ❤️

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ynferrari: you make us proud everyday ❤️

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ynferrari

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ynferrari: finally gradu-ATE-ed!!!!! big thank you to my family, my friends and to beautiful London!!! you've treated me so well. can't wait for this next chapter, but its painfully bittersweet to close out this one. 🎓💐🤍

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carmenmmundt: intelligent AND gorgeous 🥰

-> ynferrari: you're my inspiration 🥲

fernandoalonso: Lo hiciste!! (you did it)

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carlossainz55: 👏👏👏

ynscousin: CONGRATULAZIONI YN 🍾 also how did you get rid of your jet lag so fast?

-> ynferrari: trust it was a pain 😭

ynbff: WE DID IT BABES!!!! ILY

landonorris: are you sure they didn't hand you someone else's diploma on accident?

-> ynferrari: just shut up and come to the party 🙄

user: who bought you that degree?

tifosi2019: from one grad to another congratulations yn!

-> ynferrari: congratulations to you as well!

charles_leclerc: Smartest person I know ❤️ Congratulations

-> ynferrari: grazie bello :))

-> lordcharles: EVERYONE SEEING THIS INTERACTION

ferrarifan03: CONGRATS YN!!!!

ynfan53: CONGRADULATIONS PRETTY GIRL

tifosi75: yn...is it possible this next chapter involves you being in the paddock more often??

-> ynferrari: 😉😉

user: spoiled brat

-> ynferrari: not too shabby yourself xx

-> ferrarifan03: HELPPPPP

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rumorhasitf1: RUMOR HAS IT

Rumor has it that various f1 drivers attended YN Ferrari's graduation party in London on December 9th. Guests included Fernando Alonso, Carlos Sainz, Mick Schummacher, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Lance Stroll, George Russel and YN's rumored boyfriend Charles Leclerc. Susi and Toto Wolff were also in attendance. Witnesses state that YN and Charles held hands, danced and conversed throughout the whole evening.

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norrisluv: now the important question is what did he gift her...

-> lechairs: EXACTLYYYYY IM SO CURIOUS

lec4: getting emotional just imagining this...cutest couple to ever couple

charlnor: susi and toto being there is a little random to me not gonna lie...

-> scunteriafer: i'm hoping it's just cause they've known yn since she was little and they have a close bond and not because of anything else

cl16fan: Charles and Yn dancing together... i'm actually dying

lonso14: imagine nando just glaring at charles the whole night FHSKAJFLD

f1fan05: WAS FRED THERE @/rumorhasitf1

-> rumorhasitf1: Our source says yes!

ferrarienthusiast38: YN'S BESTIE IN THE LIKES HELLOFDJKSLJ

ln4s: it's got to be true then omgggg

lordpercevalfan: can we talk about this pic holy hell Charles how'd you bag that

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formulaamar 🎬: i wanted to get this out way earlier than i was able to but i couldn’t because school started again for me 🙄 and ive been busy with that but here’s part 3!!! this was supposed to be the last part but i decided why not add a little more hehe 😇 remember to comment if you wanna be on the taglist!!! ALSO ITS FINALLY RACE WEEK AGAIN LETS GO LETS HOPE FOR FERRARI FIXED THEIR FREAKING CAR 🥰

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ex-husband!satoru blurb, reader and satoru have a daughter named saori, slight angst

your skin feels cold when it used to feel warm by his side, satoru stands not only 3 feet from you as he peers down at your daughter as she sleeps in your arms.

"I can stay over at a hotel." he offers. the both of you were here for satoru's dad's birthday party. his 60th birthday, followed by a grand dinner. and of course you were invited. of course you would, you literally had given birth to his favorite (and only) grandchild.

"don't be ridicouls." you shook your head. truth was, satoru had arrived a day early since his daughter asked to see him, but not taking into account how busy the city would be this weekend was, almost every hotelroom was resereved. something about a famous celeberity in tour for the weekend rose in the talks.

"you can take the couch," you offer, "but I'm sure there's another room in the suite. I can even call the staff to bring in an extra bed." you knew shoko's words were ringing at the back of your head, at least his girlfriend won't be coming, she said. satoru had been with nora for nearly 6 months now. and according to suguru, from shoko, he hadn't even presented her to his dad. it's just proof he's just waiting for something to happen in this last family reunion, she told you.

"are you sure?" he asked, walking on eggshells, "I... I don't want to make this-"

"-saori would really look forward to having her dad around. maybe you can make pancakes with her in the morning. I saw the kitchen here had some supplies you could use. she's been really into baking as of late." he nods.

"yeah, but still..."

"it's not like we're sleeping in the same room, satoru." you sigh, thinking twice if annoyance rang in your tone. "she's fine," you reassure him softer, "we're fine."

a minute passes of thought, and he nods.

"let me take her to bed for you."

there's a nervousness in your hands when he takes her from you, and you clam your hands hoping to get rid of the sensation by the time he's back. your throat itches, and your heart feels heavier. you've never wanted to scold at shoko more than now, why couldn't it be her? she'd be so much better at doing this than you, you thought.

by the time satoru returns, his sleeves are rolled up before he rubs his palms against the front of his pants, "I... do you...?"

"tomorrow's a big day," you answer, softly adjusting a pillow, two, for satoru. he had a habit of holding pillows in his sleep. "it's your dad's birthday."

"I know," he wants to say something, "are you nervous?"

"not really, why would I be?"

"I don't know," he breathes, "I just thought... after the divorce..."

"he hasn't treated me any different, and I'm grateful for that." I can't say the same for us.

"he's always liked you," satoru scratches the back of his head, "it's kinda hard for him not to. not when you've blessed us all with saori." there it is again, that feeling in the base of your chest. it's anxious, eating you away like tiny ants, taking bits and bits from you soon to leave you empty in a long silence.

"I heard you and nora were trying to concieve," there's some regret after you say those words, and your nose burns at the thought of continuing this talk. your eyes averted to the ground.

"I... well, you're not exactly wrong..." he breathes, uncomfortably, "it-it's in the talks..."

"and you want a son."

"not..." he breathes then huffs, no words as fast as yours.

"I worry about saori," I worry about us. "about... another baby... another..." you breathe, "it's a big change. permanent."

"she'll be fine if we talk to her," the fact is, are you okay?

"I don't know," you murmur below your breath, enough for satoru to catch on.

"I... I feel like I should say something...."

"you don't have to," I don't want to make you uncomfortable because I'm already uncomfortable. "you just... you have new plans." that don't surround us.

"but..." your eyes swell in tears, making you face away from him. "when we seperated, we promised to always work together, to support one another in anything we do. especially when it came to saori," the back of your nose stings, "if this makes you happy, then... who am I to say no?"

"you're the mother of my daughter first and foremost," he says, confidently. "and you were the love of my life second." he says, "one of those will always stands, but the other calls for you right now."

[yagiichan]

cod x fem!reader EDC Week

cod x fem!reader

cod members reaction to you when they first see you out of your tactical gear, and you’re actually dressed up for EDC.

Warning: mentions of smut, 18+ Minors DNI, language. Mentions of breeding.

A/N: EDC literally just happened in my city, and I’ve been into the COD x reader stories recently. It’s not going to be anything impressive, but I hope ya’ll like it. Again, this is my HC for whatever reason. IDK, I don’t really make sense to myself neither, so don’t @ me. :3 This is also my first time posting on tumblr, so please be nice.

FYI I do not know a whole lot of lore, I’m just here for the fun of it, so please do not flame me for any inaccurate/unplausible storytelling I am about to convey.

P.S. I drew the design of the dress, but I referenced an image on pinterest. I apologize as I do not know the original artist for the figure.

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Chatter amongst the operatives broke out, as everyone began filing out of the room, from another long debriefing. You were new to the squad, and just barely began speaking to anyone. Layered in heavy combat armor, and face covered with a balaclava and dark round shades every time you’re on base. You don’t like it when people gawk at you, especially when conducting professional business.

You find it easier when you’re covered up. People treated you like a normal soldier, rather than a piece of meat. Though, doesn’t really stop the flirtatious comments coming from your companions.

Soap would linger sometimes, making fun little passes, “What’ve you got hidin’ under there, bird?” You’d laugh him off and just tell him nothing he’d be interested in. He’d quip back “Bet there’s loads I can find interesting, dove…” You continue to laugh, making your way down the dim hallway. The other members, following behind. Gaz would chime in with a “knock-it-off” comment every now and then, but he was just as curious how you’d look too.

Pretty much, everyone has seen one another, considering how long they’ve been enlisted together, so it’s no surprise that fresh meat would immediately attract the attention of wolves.

Ghost, Konig, and Horangi followed from behind, watching you laugh.

“What’s the fresh meat good at anyways?” Ghost asked nonchalantly. Horangi shrugged his shoulders, with a soft “mm-mm”. Konig shook his head at the both of them “Hand-to-hand combat and reconnaissance. Apparently, she’s managed to close the distance on the Captain and threw him straight into the wall.” Ghost scoffed, attempting to burn a hole in the back of your skull. “She is? Look at her” he pointed with his chin, “A literal fuckin’ gnome is what she is.” Horangi chortled a little bit, Konig staying silent.

Price picking up on their conversation, cleared his throat, “You’ll see in due time lads. Someone like that can be the least expected.”

“So, since it’s the start of the weekend why don’t we start with a bang and head down to the pub for a fill?”

 Soap suggested eagerly. The week prior had been incredibly taxing, so everyone was privy to the idea, besides you.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry. I’ve actually got plans this weekend,” you sheepishly laughed. Soap whined, prodding you on what your plans are. You didn’t budge, only that it was already planned some time ago and you can’t miss you. Despite the constant badgering, Soap deflated in defeat, as Gaz patted his back. Despite the initial rejection, Soap bounced back almost immediately.

Chatting away with you, talking about coming out with them another time. You laughed along, apologizing that you couldn’t attend now, but promised to meet in the future.

Making your way towards your apartment complex on base, you noticed everyone else also shuttling into the freight elevator with you. You tilted your head in confusion, queueing Price,

“Well, we all share the same apartment complex. Compliment of the base we currently reside on. Wants to make sure we’re on the ready for when things go down.”

 You slowly nodded in understanding. You clicked your floor number, 10 and noticed that nobody else clicked a floor number besides 14. You looked at Price again, who sheepishly explained that squads are assigned to their own floors. That, since you’re now part of their operation, you’ll probably need to get the changes made soon.

“S’pparently supposed to bring us ‘closer’, build a bond with one another?”

You hummed in acknowledgement, thinking it was cute, “Yeah, I suppose it makes sense.” Chatter continued, until you reached your floor. Getting off, you said your goodnights to everyone. Soap continued to moan, hoping to get a glimpse of you at some point. Gaz agreeing, and Price chuckling at them.

The brooding bunch discussed themselves the best bar to pick from for the night. As the elevator finally reached their floor Soap clapped his hands together “Welp! How’s bout we all meet up again in an hour aye? Freshen up a lil bit. Maybe catch us a pretty bird tonight,” wiggling his eyebrows with the suggestion.

Sighing at Soap’s obvious desperation everyone agreed to meet in the hallway before heading down to the pub.

“Right! Now, let’s get this party started!” Soap howled, looking like he pregame’d before meeting up with the crew.

Everyone had transferred themselves into fresher clothing, finally peeling away the grime of the week. Excitement slowly brews in the group as they can finally wind down for the weekend. Although everyone had changed into more comfortable attire, the three brooding bunch kept their visages concealed.  All members shuffling into the freight elevator, chattering happily amongst themselves.

As the freight elevator begins its slow descent towards the ground floor, it suddenly stops at floor 10. Voices begin to hush as the door slowly slides open, revealing a woman with a high slit dress, stopping at the waist. Four thin black bands wrapped around strong thighs.

Her upper torso covered with black cloth besides the diamond cut pattern, exposing her breasts with dangerous allure. Her lower face covered by a black cloth that looked infused with the rest of the dress, leaving only her eyes visible, and hair to flow freely.

The unknown woman continued to adjust herself, before looking up into the elevator, capturing the eyes of every man on board.

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Your eyes gleamed with happiness, pulling your mask down, smiling brightly at the lot.

“Hey team!” You chirped.

Silence.

“Heading out to the pub now?”

More silence. Eyes continued to stare you down. Not sure what to make of who you are. You started to feel awkward. Not realizing that this is their first time seeing you, especially like this.

“Erm… well then, off we go…? Heh…” you laughed nervously, with the door sliding closed once more, and the lift beginning its descent once more.

The ride down was silent and awkward, at least for the men. You just continued to tap away at your phone, not a care in the world, making plans to meet your friend at the festival entrance.

“(Y/N)?? Is that you?” Gaz piped up, still inspecting you from head to toe. You turned towards Gaz, nodding your head and smiling.

“Suppose this is the first time you guys have seen me outside of my Michelin Man outfit huh?”

You laughed at your own joke, not ever noticing the way their eyes grew hungrier by the second.

You never noticed the way Price stood just a little bit closer, in hopes of accidentally bumping into you. He’d blame it on how crowded the elevator was.

You never noticed the way Soap suddenly started spilling all over his words. His face slowly heating up with every time you laughed at his silly antics.

You never noticed the way Gaz was literally, so star struck, only nodding and laughing at whatever you were saying.

You never noticed the way Ghost suddenly stood up a little straighter, rather than leaning towards the rail of the elevator, trying to make himself look taller. More attractive for you.

Or the way Horangi adjusted his glasses every now and then to make sure you don’t catch him staring at you.

Or the way Konig began to fidget anxiously, staring intently at your being, hands held together to hide something that slowly began to rage in his pants. He was sweating profusely.

“Konig?” you questioned, staring up at the hulking 6’10” man.

Shit.

“Are you alright? You’re sweating up a storm.” Everyone began to turn towards him, suddenly finding himself embarrassed. With a few ‘legit’ coughs Konig spoke.

“Just need some air s’all.” He played it off way too cool. The others glared at him with jealousy when you showed concern for him. Konig, though his face not visible to others, smiled a triumphant smile under his facemask.

You smiled brightly at him, breathing a sigh of relief, tugging at his heartstrings even more. Glances were stolen every now and then by your team members. Assessing your body, and trying to determine if it’s the trick of the light, or your thighs are just that delicious. Toned, large, and ready to crush heads.

Oh, how they wished to have their heads between your legs. To have that pretty black dress lifted over their heads, and to hear your sweet voice calling out their names in ecstasy. Your hair sticking to your skin, drenched in the sweat and tears of your pheromones.

To watch the rise and fall of your heaving chest, as your honey coats their face and tongues. Once you’ve had your high, the dress comes off and you smile that bright smile at them, hands cupping their faces whisper-begging.

“Come here, darling… Come to me. I need you, so badly.” You’d pant out, with tears in your eyes, and a wobbly smile on your face, just begging to be ravaged by them. To be pumped with their loads.

Oh, they all wanted you, and you didn’t even know it.

The ride down felt like forever, until the soft ding of elevator is heard throughout, indicating your destination of the ground floor.

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“So, where are you heading, dressed up like this?” Price inquired.

“EDC. It’s going on for 3 days, but I’ll only be going for two.” You stated excitedly.

“EDC? Wassall that then hen?” Now Soap asking the questions.

“It’s just a music festival. Electric Dance Carnival. Been dying to go, and since we’re out here I wanted to take the chance.” You informed the bunch. They all walked along side you, the rest in silence as Soap continued his barrage of questions.

“Oh, but I won’t be getting insanely lit or anything like that! It’s just an opportunity is all! I’m meeting some friends.” You corrected yourself, not wanting to have your team think you’re some sort of degenerate (hehe).

As you continued to happily chat away, your taxi pulled up. Bounding towards the door you turn back towards your fellow soldiers, not missing a beat.

“Ay, be safe, okay? If you need anything, don’t hesitate to phone me.” You chirped once more.

“Anyways, I’m off then! Be seeing you around!” You waved as you got into your taxi, driving away into the city.

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Sitting around a table, with a dimly lit light hanging above them, Ghost groaned at the thought of phoning you to let you know that he isn’t feeling well. That he might need some of that ‘comfort’ you were giving to Konig earlier. Felt kind of sweaty. Might need you to take care of him, if you get what I’m laying down.

Price, Konig, and Horangi sat around the table, watching Gaz and Soap playing rounds of pool, but not really committing to it. Something on their mind, pretty sure knowing what, or who, it could be.

“If I died tomorrow, I’d want it to be those thighs wrapped around my head.” Soap dreamt, leaning on his pole.

“Yeah, no shit. Wasn’t expecting any of that. Reckon I’d begin howling at the moon just to have a bite.” Gaz chuckled.

Eyes snapped up at the duo, and then at each other.

Price laid a hefty pat on Ghosts shoulder, reminding him of his comment earlier.

“Still not what you were expecting, weren’t you lad?”  laughing heartily. Ghost grunted at his comment, as did Horangi and Konig.

“I… must admit… I too, was not expecting such a treat tonight.” Horangi shuttered with each word. Konig nodded vigorously.

Still fantasizing about your worry over him. Fretting over his comfort. He was already fantasizing about your wedding. The life you’ll lead together. Breeding you up with his young, having you cry under his weight, with your legs wrapped tightly around him as he drilled his throbbing member deep into your core. Konig shuttered at the thought.

“I’m going to make her mind” Konig stated out of the blue. Suddenly, all eyes snapped at him. Flashes of competitiveness and want evident on everyone’s face. Now, everyone was vying for your affection. And you didn’t even have an inkling of an idea that any of this was going down.

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I hope ya’ll liked my story. It’s probably all over the place, and that’s okay. It was something I’ve been needing to get out of my system. Something I can go back to when I’m feeling that little itch.  I may build on this for our individual heroes. IDK.

[l3viat8an]

AHHH your ask box is finally working again!!!

okay so ik you made this post forever ago but you briefly mentioned soft dom mammon in it and I have been so excited to bring it up with you!!!

pls if you could spare any thoughts you may have on soft dom! Mammon 🤲🏻

even just a crumb, a morsel, I will be forever indebted to you!!!

And I hope you’re doing well and having a great weekend so far <3

- ♈️ anon

Nsfw!

Hiiii ♈️ ‘n omgg yes!! I’m always happy to share soft!dom Mammon or at least this is my attempt at soft!dom Mammon <3

CW: AFAB!Reader, overstimulation, fingering, praise and a bit of soft sex cuz yea :)

“You can give me another one, can’t ya?” Mammon asked like he was actually giving you a choice, two of his fingers currently circling your clit, feeling your muscles twitch from your last orgasm.

Your head had lolled back onto his shoulder, and his lips moved to your now exposed throat, sucking and biting at your skin as you whine “‘S’too much..Mams can’t…,” his fingers never actually stop abusing your clit, but he sighs against your skin. “I know, but you’re taking it so well, darlin’. you always take me so well.”

you made a sound somewhere between a whine and a groan, your body arching against Mammon as his fingers slid inside your pussy.

Pumping them in and out just fast enough to keep you on the edge of another orgasm, but not fast enough to push you over.

Squirming around in his lap you whine his name again, a little louder. Mammon stopped nibbling on your neck just long enough to mumble a “Yes?” while adding a third finger in.

Your eyelids squeeze shut and your fingers clawed at the material of the couch you were so close and he was teasing you! You take a deep breath and try again, “P-please Mammon. I want...want you.” his hard-on pushing against your back….

“Hmm? What do you want? Do ya more, darlin’?” You nodded eagerly and he chuckled.

Pulling his fingers away and turning you in his lap Mammon pressed his lips to yours, a few quick, soft kisses, before he’s gripping your hips and standing up.

You squealed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked over to his bed, “Then let’s get to the bed, yea?” setting you down gently, so that you’re leaning against the headboard.

Oh fuck you felt, limp now…his beds always makes you feel so safe, even when he’s hovering above you with that hungry look in his eyes, you managed another small whine of, “Please.”

Mammon smirks down at you. This is always his favorite look on you. The sweet, fucked out one, where all you can think about is how much pleasure he was giving you and how you never wanted it to end.

“Yea. I’ll take care of ya treasure~ just relax for me.” Mammon, moved closer putting himself between your spread legs, making sure you were comfortable as one of his hands gripped your waist while the other lines his cock up with your dripping cunt.

He glanced up at you and you nodded again, as if you hadn’t already cum countless times tonight and just from his fingers, as if you he wasn’t just treating you like his toy-

He slid in slowly, immediately groaning when he felt your walls squeezing him, you whine a little at first but relax almost as quickly.

You were safe and Mammon made sure you knew that. He wanted a few more seconds until you nodded again and slow started pushing in again inch after inch. Until you were trembling again and he finally bottomed out.

“Good human, takin’ my cock like you were made for me.” Mammon praised you as he began to rock his hips into your.

He kept his thrusts slow, he wanted to feel you cumming around his cock again and again, until your thighs are trembling and muscles shaking with every rut of his hips into yours. Then he can finally fill you with his cum-

[thebubblesareevil]

Secrets for the Soul

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

“That concludes our meeting for tonight, thank you all for making time to join us.” Announced Batman, finally ending this tortuous l, though necessary meeting. Diana stood from her seat and said her goodbyes intent on getting back to Danny for movie night. If she hurried she could stop and pick up ice cream, her hopes of the frozen treat were dashed however when she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

“Diana, a moment of your time?” Batman asked with a gruff voice. Diana silently mourned her ice cream as she smiled back and the two stepped away from the zeta-tubes. “As you are aware, Black Canary is leading the training for the covert team. However Canary brought it to my attention that while Superboy is doing well in his training, he is getting very little experience fighting opponents of an equal or greater power level.” Diana frowned.

“He is the teams biggest heavy hitter, it would do them no good if he were to falter when given a challenge.”

“My thoughts exactly, which is why I would like you to take some time to spar with him. Show him what it means to fight above your level.” Batman nodded,

Diana looked at Batman, skeptical “Wouldn’t Superman be better suited for this task.”

“Things between them are a bit…stained to say the least.” He ground out.

Diana frown, “I would be willing to engage the young one in battle, however Superman needs to figure things out with the boy. He is only a child, he needs guidance.” She said firmly.

“I know your hands are already full, we can work out a schedule at another date however I would like it if you would come by this weekend to meet him.” Diana raised her brow. His eye twitched “Please” he added.

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it? Alfred’s been pestering you about manners again, huh?” She smirked. Batman grunted. “That should be fine, I’ll be there Saturday morning at 10, and Batman? I won’t hold back.” She said with a savage grin.

“I would expect nothing less.” And with that Diana took her leave. It was a short flight from the Zeta point to her apartment, when she arrived Danny looked up from his Mars book.

“You’re late~” He said with a grin “You know what that means. You forfeit your movie choice!” Diana sighed as she went to get changed.

“All right, fair is fair, did you pick up dinner?”Danny nodded as he scrolled through the movie choices.

“Chinese is on the counter, drinks are in the fridge.” He shouted as he set up the movie. “Comedy good?” He asked as she made her way to the fridge.

“Sure.” She replied, opening the fridge she grabbed the drinks sitting next to the chain covered stew labeled ‘Danny’s! Do not touch!’

Grabbing the Chinese she made her way over and plopped herself on the couch. “So what are we watching?”

“Only one of my favorite ghost comedies EVER! The Grudge! It’s hilarious, trust me!” He tilted his head in a picture of innocence. “By the way, why were you late, something wrong with the league?” He inquired, nudging her with his elbow. Diana scoffed.

“We are a team of international vigilantes, something’s always wrong. However, in this case, Batman stopped me to ask a favor. There is a young hero who packs quite a punch, however unlike you he has mostly fought people who are physically equal or weaker than him. He needs to train with someone stronger than him to get used to fighting stronger opponents. I’ll be meeting with him on Saturday morning.” Danny nodded.

“Cool, I’m gonna be hanging out with Travis. We were planning to check out the arcade near his new job.” Diana smiled.

“It’s a pity he left the museum, where did he end up going?”

“He got a job on the boardwalk, at that smoothie shop. Y’know with giant monkey on the window.” Diana nodded.

“They do have good smoothies. Grandfather expects us for dinner that night so don’t stay out too late.”

“Sounds great! Hopefully I can get the recipe for that stew, it’s way better than Lunch Lady’s… don’t tell her I said that.” Diana frowned.

“So long as it doesn’t try to eat my lunch again, my poor sandwich it was so young, so tasty.” She replies dramatically with her hand on her heart. “Now start the movie, I wanna see what passes for ghost comedy.” She passes Danny his mushu pork and he presses play….

Two hours later Danny is asleep on the couch as Diana stares at the tv, reevaluating her definition of humor. Looking down at her peacefully sleeping cousin, she couldn’t be too mad. But she could ask around for the best chick flick she could find as payback.

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Saturday morning came, and as promised Diana made her way to a zeta tube. When she arrived at Mount Justice, Batman was already there and based on their reactions he had already briefed them on todays training. She grinned, this was gonna be fun.

She wasn’t wrong either, they each took turns trying to knock her down, each failing more splendidly than the last. When it came time for Superboy to face her she readied herself to face the strength of Superman.

Unfortunately for Superboy, he did not have the same strength as Superman. Diana had also been regularly sparring with Danny, so her evaluation of his strength might have been a bit…skewed to say the least.

Unfortunately only hindsight is 20/20 and so when Superboy charged she immediately countered with full force, and he went flying across the room. After crash landing Superboy quickly righted himself and started charging her once more. Diana, while impressed at his enthusiasm, frowned at how easy it was to push his buttons. She grabbed her lasso and quickly subdued him. He fought against the bindings, though he had no hope of destroying the magical artifact. Diana released him only when he calmed down. She looked Superboy in the eye with a smile.

"You did very well young one, your warrior's spirit is admirable, however you must use it at the right time. When fighting an opponent that you know is stronger than you, you must used that spirit wisely. Wait until you find an opening before you strike, otherwise your opponent will use that strength against you, as I did."

Superboy clenched his fists and grit his teeth, Diana knew that look well. He was frustrated, her advice was likely akin to something he hears quite often. Diana sighed, "I will not tell you to purge yourself of this spirit as it is a useful tool, one I myself use when fighting overwhelming enemies. It is nothing to be ashamed of. However you must be careful not to be consumed by it. I have known many who let the rush of battle consume them. It has never ended in their favor." she approached Superboy, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I will work with you on this journey, young one, so that you may learn as I did." she said with a smile.

Superboy looked surprised "Seriously? Why? What do you get out of this?" Diana laughed

"What else?! I want a proper rematch! You have impressive strength, I would like to see what you can do with it with a little extra training, young one." Superboy looked her in the eye for a moment before looking to the side.

"My name is Conner." he said with a blunt tone. "And...thank you."

"It's my pleasure Conner, now come, our time today is short let's see who else wants to try their might."

She turned back to see Kid Flash slowly inch behind Artemis. She gave a predatory grin, "It seems we have a volunteer!"

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Meanwhile...

Danny woke up with his alarm at noon, and couldn't help but revel in the amount of sleep he got, a whole eight hours. He briefly considered snuggling back into the world's comfiest, and coldest, comforter, gifted to him by Frostbite. He slowly closed his eyes before his second alarm went off reminding him that he does in fact have to get up, as he has plans today.

He dragged himself out of bed, still wrapped in his comforter, and made his way to the kitchen. After starring into the fridge for roughly five minutes, as though it held the secrets of the universe... or poptarts, he grinned and grabbed his leftover stew. Pouring some into a bowl and reheating it, he slowly made his way to the table to savor his blob ghost stew. He jumped only a little when his phone started blaring once more, he scrunched his nose before looking at the caller ID. It was Travis. Danny sighed, it was too early to talk.

"Hnnghh?" The sound of laughter exploded from the other end.

"I'm sorry sleeping beauty, did I wake you?" Danny released a massive yawn.

"Nah, mm jus eatin breakfst? Wazzup?" He mumbled, watching the tiny blobs swim around in his stew with half-lidded green eyes.

"Hey I ran into a buddy of mine, mind if he tags along?" Danny scooped out a particularly plump blob and took a bite.

"Hmmm" Travis laughed.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes. We'll meet you at Café Loco before we head to the arcade, you sound like you need it. Were you up playing video games again last night?" Danny once more responded with a noncommittal, “hmmm” because no he was not playing video games. He was flying invisibly around the city and lost track of time, who wouldn't it was beautiful.

“Alright man, I’ll let you get back to you’re breakfast. See ya soon.” And the call ended.

Danny put his phone back down and finished eating before he started getting ready for the day. He threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, taking a moment to consider the jacket. His core would keep him cold, normally he wouldn’t bother but…. He sighed grabbing the jacket. Being a teen hero left him with more than a few scars, Travis was led to believe he got them in the accident that killed his “parents” but this new guy… it would be annoying to explain again, best avoid it entirely.

He grabbed his wallet and headed out, walking down the street he greeted familiar faces, stopping to pet Mrs. Perkins’ dog as he made his way to the bus stop. It wasn’t a long ride, and when he arrived he clambered out of the bus. Heading towards Cafe Loco like a beacon in a storm. He beelined it to the counter, nearly crying at the lack of a line as he ordered his cappuccino with 4 shots of espresso.

Travis found him huddled in a corner booth, curled around his coffee, watching people pass by. He saw a perfect opportunity and slowly snuck up to the booth, he was inches away from tugging the earbuds out of his ears when Danny suddenly turned his head to look him directly in the eyes. Travis jumped back with a shout, Danny took a long sip of his coffee, the stranger next to Travis covered his mouth trying his best not to laugh.

“Why is it so hard to scare you?! I swear this guy has eyes in the back of his head!” At this point the guy next to him scoffed.

“Or he saw your reflection in the window.” He said, pointing at the offending surface.

“Who’s side are you on?!” The stranger shrugged and Danny chuckled.

“I don’t think pointing out the obvious counts as taking sides. Your Travis’ friend right? I’m Danny, nice to meet ya.” He said, the other guy smiled.

“I’m Matt, nice to meet ya. Is the coffee here any good?” Danny nodded, pulling his coffee closer.

“It’s okay at best, he just likes it because they don’t limit his espresso shots because he bribes them.”

“It’s not consider a bribe of it goes in the tip jar.” He said with a wide grin. Matt blushed.

“Oh really, I’ll have to try that.” He coughed into his hand. “So, uh, you said we were going to the arcade.”

“Hell yeah! You said it had all kinds of new and retro games! Plus desktop gaming! Let’s go!” Danny stood from his seat. While he may never reach the overwhelming height of Jack Fenton, Danny had grown to be a respectable 5’10. He was quite proud of this fact though he didn’t think of it too much, considering his cousin was over 6’. But still he wasn't that tall, right? Danny thought,

'So why the hell did Matt just look at him like he was 10 feet tall? Sure the guy wasn't huge, but he wasn't exactly short either.'

Matt backed up just a bit, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away, "Yeah, let's get going before it get's too crowded." Danny downed the rest of his coffee and they headed out. Along the way they started talking about the upcoming school year, as it turned out Matt would be joining him as a junior at Gateway High.

Despite Travis' not so subtle diversions, Matt eventually made a rookie mistake. He asked what Danny wanted to do when he graduated. For the next hour Danny went on and on about how he wanted to build space ships, and how amazing space is, and did you read the Daily Planet interview with Martian Manhunter?!

Not to say Danny ran out of things to say about space after an hour, especially when Matt was giving him his full attention even when they got to the arcade and started playing. No, as someone who worked with Danny until his parents made him quit, Travis knew EXACTLY how long winded Danny could be when it came to space so he did the only thing that could distract him from space. He brought up his cousin.

"So I here your cousin is single and ready to mingle, according to Mrs. Doris, you think if I gave her my number I'd have a chance?" Travis wiggled his eyebrows. Danny looked at him as though he just said he put jelly on a tuna sandwich.

"Dude first of all, you're like 17 it's not gonna happen, second of all, and I cannot stress this enough, she is way out of your league." Travis pouted as Matt laughed at his suffering, not knowing his sacrifice.

"Ahh whatever man, let's just play. I hear there's this new game added to the online corner. Something called Doomed?" Danny froze, slowly turning to face Travis.

"Did you say Doomed?" his eyes were wide.

"Yeah? Have you-" Danny grabbed both teens by the arm and dragged them over to the desktops. Over the next few hours, the three of them made characters and a crowd gathered as Danny dominated level after level. Eventually though his alarm went off, reminding him to head home for dinner. After they said their goodbyes, Danny took off leaving Matt and Travis alone.

"Don't even think about it." Travis said, Matt tensed.

"He has single handedly increased the foot traffic in the space exhibit from the sheer amount of people who come to flirt with him. Him and his cousin are next level man." Matt's face turned a fiery red. Travis looked at him with pity. "If it makes you feel better, he has yet to actually say yes to anyone. To be fair though, I don't think he realizes their flirting when he's in space mode." Travis shrugs.

Matt nearly wept.

---------------

Danny dug into the lasagna with extreme gusto, while Diana ate at a much more restrained pace as she ate her second helping.

"You've outdone yourself, grandfather. Dinner is absolutely divine." Diana complemented the elderly (at the moment) Ancient. He gave her a proud smile.

"I should hope so, I got this recipe from Naples in the 15th century, from a lovely family of noodle makers. I tweaked it a bit based on it's evolution, I'm quite proud of how it turned out." he said with a grin as his form shifted to that of a young man. "But enough of that, how was your day today? I know you were planning on training the young Kryptonian clone today, how did that go?" grinning, Diana raised a brow, Danny perked up.

"Have you been spying on us grandfather?" Danny laughed.

"He's always spying on us, trust me. But who cares, what was that about a clone?" Diana sighed, resigned.

"Conner is a clone of Superman. Normally it would be his responsibility to train him, however he has been a bit... reluctant to interact with the boy." Danny scrunched up his nose.

"Did he try to kill him yet?" Diana looked at Danny, surprised.

"Superman may object to training him but I assure you he has not intent-" Danny waved his hands.

"No, no, not Superman. Did Conner try to kill him yet, it's like, a clone rite of passage." Diana stared at Danny. Danny stared back.

Clockwork drank his tea, fully aware of what he started.

"I'm gonna need a little more explanation than that." Danny shrugged

"I mean, he's gotta try to kill his original at some point. Just to get it out of his system y'know. My clone didn't last a full day before she tried to kill me." Danny shrugged, taking another bite of his lasagna.

Diana gave him a look like she was praying to the gods for patience, honestly she probably was, before she finally responded.

"When exactly were you cloned?" Danny shrugged.

"When I was like, 14 I think. I know it was after I met gramps, now that is a crazy story." Diana took a deep breath.

"We can get to that later, can we focus on the clone that tried to kill you? Please?" Danny set down his fork on his now clean plate.

"I guess, there's not really much to tell. My dad's best friend, who hated him by the way, wanted me to be his son because we were the only existing halfas, he's not technically he's more alive than he is dead, and because he was in love with my mom, she despised him, I told him no when he repeatedly demanded for me to join him, of course not he's a fruitloop, so he cloned me, a couple times actually but none of them were stable so they destabilized, and Ellie, the only stable clone, posed as my cousin, she is now kinda, and when my back was turned she tried to kill me. It's cool though, she realized Vlad was a fruitloop and we beat him up." he shrugged. "Like I said, there's really not much to tell." he explains before he starts to sneak over to the cookie jar.

Diana looked over at her grandfather, "What?" he nodded in symathy.

"I understand it's a lot to take in, however I assure you any future murder attempts perpetuated by young Ellie are completely harmless. She spends most of her time these days exploring the realms or spending time with Pandora." Clockwork explained.

Diana sighed turning to Danny "And you were okay with this? Being cloned by your enemy."

Danny swallowed his bite "Oh, hell no. I was pissed. Not only did he violate my privacy, he stole my DNA! He made a kid to replace me! So I kicked his ass and stole my clone." Diana looked to the heavens for advice, Clockwork set a hand on her shoulder.

"The gods will be no help when it comes to things like this. Trust me." he smiled. "And how was your day Danny? Did you have fun making friends?" Danny grinned.

"Definitely! He let me blather on about space!" Diana's eyes went wide.

'Dear gods, not another one.'

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Howdy, dear Mouse! I have a question, I want to know your opinion about it!

I was on the SVE Wiki and realised something that's been on my mind for a long time! Lance hates most of the candies in the game. I want to know what you think about this, what do you think would be the reason?

Best regards and have a great week, dear Mousey! 🤗🌻🌻

Hewwo :3 Glad to see you again, dear moot! Thank you so much for the question, and have a wonderful week as well 💕 So... (Warning for SVE 1.15 spoilers):

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I put the question off until the weekend, wanting to look in the mod files first, hoping to find some useful information on this topic after the 1.15 update. And oh boy, did I find something interesting...

Going back to the discussions from a couple of years ago, the very first theory of the reason for Lance's hatred of all things sweet and baked goods was the idea that the gallant adventurer is very strict about his health and appearance. Always perfectly ironed clothes, always clean skin, always well-groomed, healthy, not a single blemish. And he wouldn't eat anything that could ruin his figure or teeth, not even Magic Rock candy, which is considered one of the all-powerful foods in the Stardew world (Prismatic Shard essence, that's rare Lance!). The exceptions were maple syrup (apparently because it is a healthy sweet, low in antioxidants and vitamins and minerals).

Another theory (which @sapphicastral said, thanks moot!) was that Lance is diabetic and therefore couldn't eat anything sweet. He can't consume it because of his health. Maple syrup is still liked gift though (let's write it off to the mechanics of the game, because syrup is loved by almost everyone, except Maru).

But now those two theories can be thrown in the trash, because as it turns out, this pink-haired bastard loves chocolate, more specifically - Chocolate Truffle Bar, the new item in SVE, the recipe for which we can buy from a Traveling Merchant at the Festival of Ice for 12000 gold (damn, expensive 🥲). It's made, as you might have realised, from truffle (which already makes it an expensive food), milk, sugar and hazelnut. And Lance will happily accept the chocolate, saying he doesn't usually eat sweets, but will make an exception here...

Of course he'll make an exception - a bar of such an expensive sweet sells for 4500 gold!!! So, the first theory (about not wanting to consume excessive amounts of sugar and carbohydrates in order to maintain his health and figure) partly remains, but he only accepts the best, natural and expensive chocolate, I guess... That's only 500 gold cheaper than a treasure chest! (Jesus Christ...). Mister, I love you, but your flavours of gifts are frickin expensive.

Well, mystery solved - our noble Lance only wants the best and the finest 🤌 But he's always on the job protecting people from monsters, so let him treat himself to something yummy. I still can't understand tho why he hates Magic Rock candy, because it's even more expensive than Truffle Chocolate and more useful in the plans of buffs imposed on Farmer. Maybe this will be fixed in future updates - who knows.

I'll end this post with a follow-up to his quote about chocolate, which made me think really, really hard:

"...In the northern Highlands, there's peculiar monsters that carry just a right ingredients for the chocolate. I've yet to uncover their origin."

🤨

Hmmmmmmmmmmm....

[vitaminseetarot]

PAC: Your January Forecast 🎇❄🦢

Sup y'all, I'm back for the very last PAC I'm gonna write for 2023. By the end of the weekend, we will have shifted to a whole new year, with a new moon close in tow. I'm gonna be honest, this has been a rough year for me, but not without its bright spots. Like the birth of this blog, for one! I'm already planning the 1 Year Special.

The plan is only to expand from here to see what more there is to do! There was a lot I wanted to do this year but didn't get around to doing because of life, so I have a lot lined up for January.

Thank you for your support this past year in helping my blog grow! The circle is small, but each like and reblog makes a difference, especially to newcomers like me.

Please choose your swan ornament below to find out about how your January will look for the new year. Instead of Tarot today, I'll be using my Black Salt Lenormand deck and Astro Dice to get details along with oracles for advice.

Pile 1 - Black Swan Pile 2 - White Swan Pile 3 - Gold Swan

Pile 1 - Black Swan

Death, Sun; 49. Sun A♦, Cross 6♣, Crossroads Q♦; Uranus, 11th House, Aquarius

Hi, pile 1! Hope you're feeling alive and well for 2024. I kinda called this the "zombie pile" while drawing cause I'm getting this sluggish energy dragging along. Mumbling, creeping, hair disheveled. Goodness, this past year had you wiped out, didn't it? If you're feeling pressured for a resolution, I wouldn't, because for you I think simply sloughing off the old year like snake skin is your main priority for January. I'm hearing Usher's lyrics: "I feel like a zombie come back to life." Maybe you could treat this month like an extended New Year's Eve party. You can't force yourself to be excited for it, but you can slowly build up to it.

There is an emphasis on positive thinking with this pile. You have two Suns from different decks. Doing what brings you simple joy will be healing for you this month. Focusing on little joys can help you shift perspective. Being in the present is very important right now, and you're being asked not to think too much about last year as it will only drain you of further energy. You can't draw healing to yourself if you're spending all your Magic Points on looking backwards for answers. It it feels difficult to be positive, think outside the box at how you can move away from past thinking, like making a vision board for what you most desire to experience this year.

One of the real impressive things about your reading are the dice. You have Uranus, its natural house 11, and its sign Aquarius. Emphasis on CHANGE, much? You know how in movies, where the main character is falling into darkness and has relinquished all hope of being saved, and just as it fades to black someone swoops in to help them while casually laughing off "hah, yeah, I just happened to be in the neighborhood when I saw you falling into an infinite chasm, y'know?"

The word "Deus Ex Machina" is also popping up, or "god out of machine". It's a Latin term referring to an ancient Greek theater technique where a crane would lower an actor dressed as a deity onto the stage during the final act of a comedy, delivering sudden divine intervention and saving the day for the heroes. In other words, there is massive and very unexpected change for you, one that's gonna pull you out of the sluggish stupor of 2023. This is why resolutions aren't important for you now; whatever 2024 will be for you, it's coming in lightning hot and will do that for you.

And I think this change, however large and surprising, will be ultimately wonderful for you. There is so much sunlight emerging from this fog, new life will be breathed in for you by divine planning. It's going to help you work through some of the damage that last year left behind. It will also help you pivot to your next chapter in life. It may feel weird going into a new year with very little expectations, not knowing where you're going to end up next, but it'll be worth it. When the door swings open for you, it will BURST open, so stay on the bright side and focus on regenerating your health for now.

May your new year be shockingly bright, pile 1!

Pile 2 - White Swan

Strength, 25. Sapphire; Garden 8♠, Anchor 9♠, Person A♥; Gemini, 12th House, Pluto

Hello, pile 2! This month will be a quiet one for you, in a good way. This will be a time of retreat for you. If you found yourself being rather social at the end of 2023, expect the new year to start off with a whimper. I see you going into a hermit mode and disengaging from regular activities, especially involving other people. I get the sense that this pile is the type to want to overextend and please everyone around them. If you need a resolution suggestion from me, it's to put the brakes on now before you careen over the edge. January is putting a halt to this behavior.

Yes, you are strong. No, you do not always need to be strong for everybody else. It will wear you thin to even try, and you may end up resentful over it. It's not worth the struggle. I'm not asking you to snap at anyone who comes too close, but consider not adding more of other peoples' errands to your schedule. Consider saying, "actually, I can't go today," without feeling the need to explain why. You have a right to your own personal space away from distractions now.

This pile could belong to a group of people or community that's close to you, which could be going through a lot of hell or has been in the past year. They may have asked a lot from you with few other options. It's made you have to stand up and advocate, at the cost of your own issues being put on the back burner. It is not selfish to walk away for a while and take care of yourself, doubly so if the group in question deals with a lot of arguing and gossip. If it feels bad, trust your gut and keep your distance for now. Don't try to solve big arguments while Mercury is retrograding.

I know how Pluto in the 12th house is, as it's prominent in my chart. Imagine walking downstairs to get to your basement, only for the stairs to never end until you find yourself floating in a weird little wonderland. Somewhere, in that surreal underground mindscape, is a deeply entrenched karmic pattern that may elude you at first. Some shadow work may be required here to dig through the trenches for unpolished gems. If a pesky pattern is repeating in your life, it's time to withdraw and connect to your dreams and subconscious for clues. This pattern may have something to do with this group.

You're actually going to get more progress done by meditating and seeking out nature rather than getting too involved with these issues. The time will come when things can be handled with a clearer mindset. But your higher self is pulling you inward to help ground you through this, to remind you that you are your own amazing being even when you're separate from these people. You have the strength to stand on your own, otherwise there wouldn't be so many folks seeking you out in need. Sapphire wants you to marry your heart with your mind. It's a stone of wisdom guided by compassionate understanding and care. You spin your wheels overthinking an issue, when instead coming back to your heartspace will provide the key.

Take it easy this winter, pile 2, may your dreams give clarity and hope for 2024!

Pile 3 - Gold Swan

Protection, 15. Opal; Bouquet Q♠, Person A♥, Crossroads Q♦; 4th House, Capricorn, Mercury

What's going on, pile 3? Looks like somebody wants to enter hibernation mode, lol. I don't blame you one bit. As the full moon in Cancer has passed and the season changes, there's a strong desire to nestle into the home. Your house will be like your castle for you to improve during this month. You may feel up to redecorating or rearranging furniture to make it feel more cozy or season appropriate as you settle in. Or you may simply desire to clear out old things to decide what to keep.

You may want to do a spiritual cleansing of the house to ring in the New Year, too. Try infusing magic herbs like lemon verbena into your cleaning products, or toss cinnamon outside the front door while ringing a bell to invite prosperity in. A simple incense stick with a very fresh, mild scent like lavender can also do the trick. Does your family have a special trick or recipe they use? Whatever herb and scent combination brings out that "New Year New Me" feeling is best!

I heard loud and clearly, "YOU'RE PROTECTED!" for whomever needs to hear it most. Things might feel shaky and ungrounded at the moment. I wanna wrap a big blanket around y'all. You're being totally protected right now by your guides, so please don't let the uncertainties of 2024 leave your head dizzied. Yes, there's a lot of plans to be drawn out and a lot more work to be done, and you may not know where you're heading next, but perhaps there's a reason we like to begin the year at such a slow quiet time, after all the festivities have passed. It's not sound to start off in a rush.

You're being heavily affected by Sun in Capricorn doubled with the current Mercury retrograde, regardless of your chart placements. This is absolutely not a time for rash decision making, even if it feels you're not being your most productive. Our modern society doesn't like it when workers take a break or listen to their body's needs in any way. It will always have its excuses for its ruthless standards. After a while, though, you have to learn to shrug those expectations off and do what's right for you, or you'll risk burning out before the new year has even started.

Some of you might be thinking of even doing the Dry January trend as part of your resolution. If it's a serious issue, I'd talk to your doctor about how to do it sustainably. If you're already stressed and at risk of burnout, more pressure is not going to help. But a sober month could prove beneficial for you overall. This is not a command for you to have a Dry January if you're not interested; this message is for those who already plan on doing so. Try to take it one day at a time, keep your head free of self criticism, and don't guilt yourself over "cheat days". I will be doing one as well, so please reach out if you need a supporting voice.

Wishing you all the best to come this year pile 3, may you succeed in your resolutions!

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

Cards Used: Black Salt Lenormand, Prism Oracle, Crystal Healing Cards, Astro Dice.

2023, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[aureatchi]

⋆·˚ ༘* A NIGHT @ A JAZZ BAR! ft. dazai, chuuya, & ranpo!

a/n. i've never been to a jazz clb myself (hopefully in the future <('o'<3) !) but i keep seeing videos of them on my tiktok fyp ‘n i could vividly visualize the snug, intimate atmosphere...i was immediately reminded of these bsd men,, imo the vibe fits them v well !!

info. fem!reader. fluff as chambré as the ambiance. mentions of lots of drinking ‘n reader gets tipsy. to have the full experience i recc. listenening to jazz music while reading! \(^_<)\ wc. 6k (total)

DAZAI :

You needed a break. You had been working yourself morning to evening this past week for extra money—you wanted to make sure you still had a decent amount of savings in your bank account after all the shopping you had done with your friends the previous weekend. Thankfully, your final shift had ended earlier today, so you went home, indulged a nice, hot shower, and decided you should treat yourself for getting through the long week.

You had never been to a jazz bar before, but you thought it would be a fun twist in comparison to a regular bar—which is what you needed anyway. You wanted something to wind yourself down, and some drinks along with incredible music would certainly satisfy the interest.

So here you were, sitting on one of the tall, cushioned barstools as a bartender prepared your first drink. The atmosphere in the bar was cushy and cozy, already relaxing your mind.

“I’ll take what the miss ordered over here,” you heard from the handsome man who sat on the stool next to you, brunette hair covering his eyes.

He noticed your gaze and then turned towards you. “I haven’t seen you before; this your first time?” he asked, a friendly smile on his face.

“Yeah,” you replied, a shy smile in return. “My first time at a jazz club in general.”

“Ooh, how exciting!” he responded in delight. “I hope you’ll like it here.”

The bartender handed your identical drinks.

“What’s your name?” the dark-haired asked. You responded with yours, asking for his in return.

“Osamu Dazai,” Dazai replied with a wink. “Nice to meet you, bella.”

You were initially confused because you had just told him your name, and it wasn’t Bella (unless it was, ignore this!)—maybe he misheard? But he gave you no time to correct him when he raised his glass towards you.

“What brings you here?” he asked. “To try this out for the first time?”

“To celebrate still being alive after working my ass off this entire week,” you replied with a half-hearted laugh.

Dazai chuckled with you. “I could say the same for myself,” he replied, a hint of thoughtfulness in his voice. “Well then! Let’s toast…to being alive!” He raised his glass higher, and you did as well, meeting his in the middle.

Clank!

“And to a new friendship! Or possibly even more…” his grin turned smug as your expression contorted in confusion, and you felt your cheeks warm up.

“…Hey Osamu, we just met,” you responded with your own smirk, playing it off after your initial reaction.

“Just a possibility,” he giggled. “Because your response helped me figure out you were single, anyway! If you weren’t, you would’ve been like, ‘Oh Osamu~ I regret to inform you that I have a boyfriend…'”

“How sly.” You shook your head in amusement.

He simply laughed as you both took a drink of your cocktails.

...

You were on your fourth drink now. You and Dazai had conversed a lot throughout the evening—you had learned his occupation was a detective agent of sorts, and on that topic, he babbled on about how one of his coworkers would always complain about him being lazy and obnoxious.

“Kunikida’s always pissed at me,” Dazai giggled. “But he plays right into my entertainment—I get on his nerves on purpose! Actually, I was supposed to be investigating something this evening…wait ‘till he finds out I was at a bar all night gossiping about him with a fanciable lady!”

You laughed in response, cheeks tinted, while your eyes admired how the ambiance of the balmy-toned light in the room complimented his features. His gaze was soft and his eyes rosed in honey. Meanwhile, brown bangs rested gracefully on his face, while a strand of hair was tucked behind his ear. To further add to the dreamy atmosphere that surrounded you two, the smoothness of the melody in the background—especially with the use of piano, could be compared to a romantic candlelit dinner in itself.

“You’ll be fine slacking off, though, right?” you asked. “Your job seems important, so I wouldn’t want you skipping someth-”

“Don’t worry, bella, I’m more capable than you think,” he replied. “Or at least, you can have my word that I won’t get fired.” He gave you a playful smile.

“You’re so cute, though! Caring for my well-being. Awh, and now you’re smiling. Wait—don’t turn away; you don’t need to be shy!”

You also observed this man was a huge tease, quite literally pointing out your reactions to his flatter out loud the entire night. It was all Dazai’s doing though—how could you not fluster whenever he called you adorable? Especially when he looked as pretty as he was—there was no doubt your new friend was very attractive.

Your face was still turned away from him when you noticed other people in the room start to get up from their seats and move towards an area not crowded with tables and chairs, in front of the band playing the music live.

A new song had begun, and people started to dance with each other.

You turned back to Dazai and were greeted with an outstretched hand toward you as he stood up.

“Mind if I do?” he asked. “You need to experience the dancing too.”

You took his hand with a smile, and then he led you across the floor. “I’ll need help, though, Osamu. I'm not familiar with dancing here.”

“Don’t worry bella! I got you.” He dragged you into the center of the crowd and started guiding your movements—the dance was a fashion of stepping back and forth to the rhythm. His hands clasped around both of yours.

“The most important part is footwork,” Dazai whispered. You turned your head to see other couples and their movements, and you did your best to replicate them. You then focused your gaze to admire the band—seeing instruments such as the saxophone, piano, drums, and clarinet being played. You looked back at Dazai, both of you happy you had gotten the hang of the swing.

He suddenly stepped back at the same time you did, stretching both pairs of arms. He pulled you back in, and with it he let go of one hand and spun you around.

“Here’s one move,” he chuckled as he spun you once more, in the opposite direction. "Let's see how long it takes for you to get dizzy!"

...

The rest of the night was lovely. You danced with Dazai until the songs ended, and then you two had a few more drinks until he realized you had drunk too much.

“Are you fine?” Dazai asked, noticing your flushed cheeks and unfocused gaze.

“Hm? Yes,” you replied, though it was evident you were very tipsy.

“I think that’s enough drinks, hm?”

“Aw,” you replied, swishing around an ice sphere in your glass. In this state of intoxication, you had taken to stop looking at Dazai while he looked at you, because whenever you made eye contact with him now, you couldn’t control hiding being smitten by his charm anymore.

You stole a glance at him this time though, seeing through your peripheral that he wasn’t looking.

“Oh!”

Dazai had noticed your little solitaire’s rules and decided to join in your game too. He immediately caught your look and stared back.

Unconsciously, your chairs had gotten closer throughout the night, and at this point they were touching. Your personal bubbles had eloped, and Dazai was now very close to your face.

Your lips slightly parted, your heart racing in anticipation of what would happen next, a stark contrast to the flow of the slow music. Dazai’s breath on your neck, his eyes on yours, and his attention completely focused on you. The tension was unmistakable, especially when his pupils darted to your mouth—it truly seemed like he was going to kiss you right then.

But then, he pulled back, calling the server, leaving you stupefied.

“I’m paying for Miss too,” Dazai said to the bartender, handing him his card before looking back at you. “You should go home before midnight at least,” he looked at his watch. He then noticed your dismayed expression, and simply laughed.

“I want to get to know you to where I’ll know for certain I can do something like that while you’re in this state first. And you’ll be fine with it when you’re sober again—you’ll even let me do it when you’re sober,” he joked whilst giving you a reassuring smile.

He was so considerate. You were glad and thankful that he was a polite man—you would’ve definitely freaked out once you were sober if you let someone you just met at a bar kiss you.

Because you would’ve definitely let him.

“Okay, Mr. Gentleman,” you replied lightheartedly, but you too smiled to show you were seriously grateful for his self-control when he had an advantage.

After paying, he stood you up and put his beige coat that he hadn’t been using around you. You both walked—or you rather stumbled out into the cool evening air, and you immediately sobered up at the breeze.

“Thank you for keeping me company. My first experience was amazing thanks to you,” you said, merry.

“I thank you as well,” Dazai smiled too. “It was a pleasant night.

“Keep the coat for now. It’s an excuse for us to meet again.” He winked, and you chuckled, nodding your head in agreement.

Dazai then signaled for a taxi to come over to take you home.

He outstretched his arms a bit, an invitation to hug.

“May I?”

Your lips curled upwards, and you wrapped your arms around him too as he embraced you warmly. He gently kissed your forehead.

“Have a lovely night, belladona,” Dazai said as you both pulled back, the taxi vehicle stopping close by you. You realized then that he wasn’t calling you by the name, Bella—just the abbreviation for the romantic endearment he had called you by the entire time.

“You too, goodnight Osamu!” you responded.

…

At home, you went through the pockets of Dazai’s coat to see if he had left anything by accident. You found a small piece of folded paper, and opening it, he had left his phone number for you.

“Give me a call, bella!~”

CHUUYA :

“Almost done, doll?” Chuuya asked as you looked at yourself in the full-body mirror, seeing what your outfit looked like from all angles. You were dressed up—classy black corset top with a frilly skirt, under a matching blazer that belonged to your lover. 

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling when you saw the ginger appear behind you through the reflection, who gently lifted your hair and clasped a ruby-jeweled necklace around you. 

“We look s’good,” he said, looking into the mirror as well after putting on your necklace, both of you posing in your attire. You couldn’t have agreed any more. Chuuya was equally dressed as flamboyantly as you—designer branded black suit and tie with a matching fedora to tie it all together. 

“We’re like fashion icons,” you added, earning a smirk from him. It was always like this whenever you two went out—you and Chuuya would always subliminally earn the title of best dressed in the room, no matter the occasion, no matter how casual or formal the event was. 

“You’re right,” he agreed, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, shall w’go now, mon amour?” Chuuya stepped back, holding out his palm for yours to take. 

You giggled at the extra-ness of the ginger-haired. 

“Lead the way, Chuu. Or what was it…oh! Monsieur Chuuya.” You took his hand as he led you out of your elegant hotel suite. 

Chuuya Nakahara had brought you all the way to Paris. He had gotten a week off from his work—this was seldom; he barely got any breaks from the Port Mafia, so he knew he had to do something special with you while he had more time on his hands. And what better to do than take you to the City of Love? 

Tonight’s evening plans included dinner at an elaborate restaurant—very lavish (usually, a table would have to be reserved about a month in advance, but Chuuya used his PM connections and money to buy you two a spot—you didn’t know this of course). 

Your dinner was delectable. You knew you would be dreaming of the delicious flavors of all seven French courses for days after finishing eating. 

Though, you and Chuuya weren’t tired yet, and it was still pretty early in the night, so you two decided to go to one of the underground jazz bars in the city. The warm, sultry air immediately filled your senses as you ran your fingertips through the texture of the auburn brick walls; the atmosphere of the place complimenting you and Chuuya’s aura perfectly. 

Some people even turned to you both as you made your way across the room, admiring how attractive you two looked together—the way your outfits highlighted your best features and coupled each other’s from the head accessories to the shoes you wore. Chuuya guided you from behind with one of his hands on your waist and wore a smug smile on his face as he noticed the glances. 

“Baby, they’re looking at us,” Chuuya whispered close to your ear, chuckling. “I know they all think we’re hot.” 

“Shh, Chuuya!” you responded in embarrassment, playfully swatting him away, but you too observed the other people in the bar gazing at you. 

You two sat at down at a booth, crimson red velvet cushions decorating the wooden sofa. 

“I’ma get drinks, alright?” he asked and you nodded before Chuuya made his way towards the bar. Meanwhile, you sat and watched the band on stage play. 

You and Chuuya were no strangers to jazz bars. It was an activity that became a statement in your relationship—back in Yokohama, whenever any of you needed destressing or just wanted to go out an evening without any plan, he would take you to one. So it was nice you could finally visit one in Paris, too. This one in particular was less known than others—usually, only a local would be able to find this jewel of a place. All knowledge credited to the expert Chuuya!

You also thought he enamored the vibe so perfectly. The setting of the place radiated of the top mafia executive so well—alluring nature; soulful, captivating music; the sophisticated selection of home-specialty cocktails on the menu—or even better, just the wine. 

Which is of course what Chuuya came back with, in red.

“Now what is this?” you asked, amused. You knew the ginger’s upscale taste in wine—after all, you’ve walked through his entire cellar worth multiple banks at home. You were awestruck, to say the least. 

Chuuya set the bottle down on the table. 

“This is a Pinot Noir. Domaine Georges and Christophe Roumier Musigny Grand Cru 1990,” he pronounced while you stared at what you bet on the Eiffel Tower cost thousands in front of you. “I love this place. Didn’t think they’d have such a good bouquet here.”

“Chuuya! That’s such a long name?!” you responded, jaw-dropped. “Why the hell are these titles so long?”

He simply smirked. “Well, I think this is perfect for the occasion, doll. Do ya know why?”

“Hm…because we’re in France?” you guessed, knowing how most of Chuuya’s favorite wines were imported from the country. Since coming here, he’s tried a lot. 

“Not wrong, but there’s something else,” he continued. 

“You remember Musigny, right?” You nodded, recalling the previous three times Chuuya mentioned a wine from the Le Musigny vineyards while educating you about what he was drinking. 

“The story b’hind this wine involves a Musigny girl who marries a lad in 1924. As a dowry, he receives parts of the Chambolle Musigny vineyards. Then, Domaine Georges and Christophe Roumier were born, and this wine was produced. Kinda romantic, huh?” 

“Awh! Yes, it is,” you replied, smiling. You found it adorable that Chuuya had chosen a wine with some sort of lovey story behind it for this event. 

He smiled back and then opened the bottle, pouring you about a third of the glass of burgundy liquid. 

“Here, nana.”

He sat down beside you after pouring his own glass. You took yours and clanked his glass, seeing a smug smile on his face. 

You sniffed the wine first, a sous-bois—earthy aroma filling your senses, redberries and spices akin. Then you tasted it, intense, grapey flavor on your tongue. 

“Miam!”

…

You and Chuuya had finished the bottle and moved on to other cocktails. And though Chuuya did like liquor on special occasions, he also could not hold it very well. Tipsy yourself, you didn’t realize he too was intoxicated until he randomly jerked you up from the seat. 

“Let’s dance pretty girl,” he said, dragging you across the floor. 

“Wait, hang on Chuu!” you stumbled, trying to find your balance. 

You made it to the middle of the floor where many other people were and joined in with the vitalizing, fast-paced song. You and Chuuya swung around, dancing to your heart’s content. Though your mind was hazy, you made an effort to step in the right places, so you wouldn’t topple Chuuya and both go down. 

Except, it seemed that he was too drunk to focus as well. He had accidentally lingered his foot on the floor too long, causing you to slip when you accidentally moved yours to the same spot. You gasped and fell backward.

An arm swiftly wrapped around your back, though, saving you from hitting the ground. 

“Sorry baby!” Chuuya had snapped out of his fuzziness the moment you tripped, acting fast to stop your fall. Your eyes widened as you looked into his concerned face above.

You realized a few moments later that everyone in the crowd had parted, leaving you and Chuuya in the middle, still in the same position. Unintentionally, he had disguised your slip-up as a dip in dance, and everyone there was impressed! They started clapping as you both remained there, confused looks on your faces. 

But then, Chuuya smiled and pulled you back up into a kiss. He started chuckling as his lips lingered on yours, finding the entire ordeal funny that it had worked out so pleasantly. You smiled too, wrapping your hands around his neck while you heard shouts of “Ouah!” and “Comme c’est romantique!” from spectators. 

Chuuya wasn’t done yet, though. Even the band had stopped playing music to acknowledge this interlude, so Chuuya jumped up on stage headlong without hesitation and took the microphone. 

“This princess right here deserves everything,” Chuuya spoke, eyeing you with a grin, causing you to heat up in embarrassment. “I brought her to Paris ‘cause why shouldn’t someone as lovely as her experience the city of romance? I say I’m one damn lucky man to have her.” 

There was another applaud while you melted in your lover’s broad proclamation of endearment towards you. You almost couldn’t believe it—surely you were just drunk and imagining things; there was no way Chuuya had gotten on stage with the band and started speaking. But the reality of it proved when he jumped back off, and embraced you again. 

“Love you,” he whispered in your ear. 

“Or, the French say ‘Je t’aime.’”

“I love you too,” you giggled back, enjoying the warmth of his hug. 

… 

You were both exhausted by the end of the night, yet Chuuya still carried you bridal-style back to the hotel room. You scrambled to get ready for bed, showering and changing into your pajamas, and in no time, you were both tucked in under the covers. 

“That was fun,” you sleepily said as you wrapped an arm across him. 

“I’m glad it was,” he replied. “You deserve to enjoy every day.”

“I do enjoy everyday because I’m with you, Chuuya. What you said earlier…

“I’m one lucky girl to have you.”

RANPO :

“Ranpo-ohh, c’mon!” you exclaimed as you practically dragged your lover out of the kitchen. 

“Why do we gotta go!?” he whined back, trying to grab another cookie out of the glass jar on the counter. 

“It’s—literally a mission from the President?” you used all your force and pulled Ranpo away before he could latch his hands on the sweets. 

“Why does he gotta send us?” he continued to complain, but fortunately, no longer trying to escape from you. “He always gives me such boring missions…I should be getting much more important cases as the world’s best detective!” 

He ended his exclamation with a hmph! and crossed his arms. You sighed as you looked at his stubborn state, but couldn’t help but smile when you realized he looked kind of…adorable like this.

“Ranpo, your missions are probably so trivial because you’re just that smart! You can figure out the answers and solutions to people’s questions and problems right away, so of course, everything that isn’t some huge, world-threatening issue would be mundane to you!” 

“Yeah, ‘cause humans are stupid,” he responded, but it was evident in his eyes he appreciated your words. You’ve grown to learn this over time—Ranpo absolutely loved praise, tripling in significance when it came from you, but he was too prideful to admit it. You’ve seldom seen him thank other people when they complimented him, but he always made sure you saw it, even if it was in an indirect way…She’s brilliant anyway. She’ll know I cherish it. 

“But! Seriously? A jazz concert? Why couldn’t the President send someone more suitable for that setting? I have no interest in somewhere like that!” 

“Why not?” you asked. “It seems fun! There will be music and dancing and stuff.” 

“I’d rather stay here! There won’t be snacks—probably just drinks! And I don’t like drinking; nothing is sweet enough for me!” He pouted once again.

“Well, the point of the mission won’t be to entertain ourselves anyway. We’re going to find a suspected murderer and possibly stop another murder caused by this one from happening. Therefore, drinking isn’t even important—it should be out of the question. For tonight, anyway.” 

“Fine. Let’s go!” 

“Wait—just a minute! We need to be dressed for the occasion! So we blend in?” 

You found it ironic that the world’s best detective could easily solve any case with a snap of a finger, yet he couldn’t even use the train. His ignorance of things was quite amusing; something such as an event’s dress code had slipped his mind.

“Why, what’s wrong with my outfit?” Ranpo asked. 

“Or do you just want a reason to dress me up?” You could see a slight smirk forming on his lips. 

“Well, I wasn’t lying with what I just said, but yes, picking out an outfit for you would be quite fun…” 

…

You and Ranpo were dressed and ready to go to the event. You had styled him in a cocoa-brown button-up paired with some slacks and yourself in your favorite little black dress. 

“Earth tones fit you the best,” you commented as you admired him in the outfit you put him in. “They compliment your eyes really well.” 

“Really?” he asked as he strode over to a mirror and shoved his face directly in front of it. He opened his viridian eyes, wide, and tried to examine why you thought that by holding up a piece of the fabric to his face.

You giggled as he felt you wrap your hands around his waist, hugging him from behind. 

…

“The murderer is going to be in this large crowd,” you repeated facts that the both of you already knew. “They’ll be unsuspecting—they’ll blend in with everyone else like us.”

You walked through a slim door but were greeted by a vast, lively room of vibes and music. The concert hadn’t started yet, but there was already a sea of people inside conversing with each other and ordering drinks. 

“The murderer may not have bought a ticket,” you said just loud enough for Ranpo to hear after you showed your entry tickets. You scanned the guest list and saw that everyone currently in the room did buy one, casting aside the staff, so you ruled out that everyone there right now could be a suspect. “So that their name wouldn’t be documented here. We should keep watch to see who tries to sneak in.” 

Ranpo nodded. “There are definitely other entrance doors in here, though. There’s probably an emergency exit in another corner of the room, and there is the backstage door.” 

“So they can sneak in through here, bribe the doorman, or sneak in through the other door,” you clarified. “And if not…they would hide among the band performers and enter with them.” 

“Or! They could be one of the band players.” 

“Hm, really?” you asked. “I looked into this band when we first got assigned the mission. It doesn’t seem like any of the members have any dirt or sketchy controversy surrounding them.” 

“Just a possibility! But yeah, any of those three ways would be how the murderer will get in.”  

You nodded in agreement. “I’ll go around to find the other entrance then. We’ll text each other if we see anything; otherwise, we’ll meet back when the concert starts. 

“Okie dokie!” 

… 

Thirty minutes had passed. You had found the back entrance and idled by it to see if anyone would enter, but noone came. You waited for a text from Ranpo, but it didn’t seem like anything suspicious happened on his end either. 

You heard a smooth voice through a microphone that sounded the entire room as the lights dimmed. 

“Welcome. The concert will begin on stage shortly.” 

Taking one last look at the door, you left and made your way to the stage where many other people started to gather. You sifted through the congregation, trying to find the pretty brunette among them. 

“Boo!” 

“Hu-uh?!” You slightly jolted, immediately turning around. You were undoubtedly greeted with a brunette. But instead of Ranpo, you were met with… 

“Dazai?!” 

“Hey-y!”

“What are you doing here? And why are you dressed as a bartender?” 

“Oh!” he replied, taking your hand. “Well, Ranpo was trying to find you, so come with me first.” He led you through the group until you were at the bar area. 

“There you are!” Ranpo shouted, seeing you appear with Dazai. 

Dazai brought you to Ranpo and then went behind the counter. 

“Well, to answer your question, long story short, I got punished. For ‘being lazy’. Kunikida caught me trying to catch a nap on the couch and went and complained to the President. He came in, saw me still there, and decided to punish me by leaving Kunikida to punish me.” You lifted an eyebrow in amusement. 

“So, Kunikida said I’d have to work here for the night. To prove I’m worthwhile doing a job.

“But anyways, drinks?” He glanced at you and Ranpo. 

“No thank you,” you replied. “We’re on a mission right now. There’s a murderer we have to catch tonight.” 

“Oh yes, Ranpo already told me,” he replied, looking at Ranpo. 

“Dazai helped us a little,” Ranpo said. 

He explained that when Ranpo discovered he was here too, he helped by counting everyone in the room after one of the band members announced the concert was about to start. Then, all left was to ask the doorman a question that would tell them how many tickets were sold. If more people were in the room than tickets sold, they would’ve already entered. 

“And since you and I didn’t see them trying to enter through the two doors, that must mean that the murderer came in the third way,” you contemplated. “They would sneak in with the band.” 

“Or again! Be part of the band!” Ranpo exclaimed. 

You sighed while Dazai chuckled in amusement. 

“You don’t believe so?” Dazai asked. 

“I just don’t see how. I mean, there’s no way all the members would have such clean slates if one of them turned out to be the killer.” 

“Or you’re just biased,” Ranpo sparred. “I know you’re really fond of jazz. That’s why you were so excited to go on this mission. You probably don’t want to think one of the jazz musicians could turn out to be a criminal.” 

You frowned. “Ranpo, that’s not the only reason-” 

“Whatever! We need to see how many people bought tickets for here.” He cut you off.

“Alright, I’ll go,” you replied and walked over to the security man at the door you came in from. 

“Hi, I run a blog and I was interested in making an article about my experience here, would you mind if you could answer a question about something?” 

“Of course, I don’t mind,” he replied. 

“I was wondering how many people are here tonight,” you said. “This place seems popular. I was curious to see if the atmosphere makes it seem like there are more people than there are, haha.” 

“If everyone shows up, then there should be one hundred and seven people here,” he replied. 

“Cool, thank you!” 

You walked back over to Ranpo. 

“He said one-hundred-seven,” you told him. 

He and Dazai looked at each other. 

“I counted one-hundred-eight people here,” Dazai said. “Ranpo double-checked, by the way.” 

“Oh,” you said. “So, they did show up with the band.” 

“Let’s go check backstage,” Ranpo said.

…

You two snuck behind the stage with ease, no one paying attention to your trespassing when the band was already playing the third song. Dazai stayed behind; he had been greeted by a pretty woman who wanted a drink and seemed eager to serve her. 

“I don’t see anything odd here,” you said, scanning the room. Luckily it was empty, so you didn’t have to knock out anyone there. 

“Here’s the entrance,” Ranpo pointed to the door. 

“Yeah, so can’t you use ultra-deduction to figure it out now?” you asked, out of leads. There was an extra person in the concert, and they entered through the backstage, but you didn’t know anything else.  

“I told you! They are part of the band! Look, there’s a fingerprint scanner for security,” Ranpo said, pointing to a screen. “If you open the door, the scanner is on the outside. That means only they can enter.” 

“We can’t assume!” you argued back, running to a computer. “I don’t believe it! There’s no way one of them could be the murderer…I—I’ve been a fan of this band for years…” You turned on the computer to see the live recording of the security cameras in the room, one of the screens peering at your back. 

“Are you saying you’re doubting my ability!?” Ranpo clamored childishly.

You ignored him, rewinding the footage to earlier that evening when the jazz members arrived. And to your disappointment, no one else entered throughout the whole timeline until you and Ranpo. 

Is the murderer…really among them? 

“The final song will now begin.” The instruments had lowered in volume, and the same voice spoke in the microphone again, announcing the concert was almost over. 

“Found any other suspect, sweetheart?” Ranpo mocked immaturely. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

“What are you going to do? Jump up on stage and tell everyone one of them is a murderer?” 

“Mhm,” he replied, looking up at their backs. “They’ll all be interrogated, the murders will match up with one of them, and-” 

“There just has to be another explanation! I know we found one thing, but we should at least have more proof than just who entered this room to convict someone! I just think you usually have more reason for your conclusions, Ranpo!” 

He stared at you. It was obvious you and Ranpo were frustrated at each other, but you both fought to not cause a scene or verbally displease one another. 

“…I actually can’t figure it out. I tried but…it’s not giving me an answer. I don’t know why. It’s like, in reality, there’s no murderer here at all!” 

He looked disdained, and you immediately felt concerned. But before you could respond, Dazai walked in the room.

“What are you guys doing?” He pulled you with one arm and Ranpo on his other. “There hasn’t been a murder yet, so shouldn’t you be keeping an eye out for it in the crowd?” You three entered the show again, and you eyed the musicians on stage. 

Which one looks most like a murderer. And how will they murder? Will they bring someone on stage and do it there? Or after the concert ends? Or will they abduct the victim and then kill them?

And then the last song ended. The band thanked everyone for coming, and the audience started to either file out or go to the bar for some final drinks. 

It’s going to happen sometime now! 

You immediately tracked down the musicians, keeping them in your sight, even following them as they went backstage. You hid behind the doorframe so they wouldn’t see you watching them. 

But it seems that one of the members noticed. 

“Hey!” he spoke out, the one who played the saxophone. 

Shoot! Now I’m going to be their victim! 

He walked up towards you, and now you couldn’t escape. 

You didn’t even bother to tell Ranpo what you were doing before you ran off. 

“Hm, are you looking for a signature?” he asked, a friendly smile on his face. Fake friendly, possibly. Inviting and warm. So that you’d fall into his trap. It has to be him. 

“Y-yes!” you replied, trying to conceal your fear. “I’ve been a fan of your group’s music for a few years. I am glad I was able to hear it tonight.” 

“Wow, thank you!” he replied, humbly. “That really means a lot. Here, you can come in and I’ll sign wherever you want.” 

And this is where it happens, huh. You debated stepping inside when suddenly, Ranpo appeared in front of you. 

“Back away from my girlfriend!” 

Hu-uh? 

The musician immediately stepped back, seeing the livid face of your lover as he outstretched an arm in front of you for protection. 

“You’re not murdering [Y/N] next! I won’t let you touch her-” 

“Woah-woah!” A new face popped up in the room as the entire jazz band group looked terrified—“Dazai?”

Dazai ran in between Ranpo and the saxophone player, pulling Ranpo and you back. 

“I sincerely apologize for this matter,” Dazai groveled frantically, almost dramatic. “It seems our friend here has gotten very drunk and is acting impulsively! I’m responsible for both of them, so I’ll be taking them now…” 

…

Dazai dragged you and Ranpo out by the collars to the bar counter. 

“Now what was that about?!” you both asked simultaneously, dumbfounded that Dazai had stopped your confrontation with the murderer and even made up a whole excuse for the suspicion. 

“The fact is there is no murderer here,” Dazai calmly said. “The entire case was a setup.” 

“WHAT?!” 

“The President just wanted you two to relax a little because of how diligently you worked; you solved about two cases a day this week, after all. He thought maybe you’d catch on quickly how this was just a scheme, but-” 

“That’s why I couldn’t figure it out! Because you planned this, Dazai!” Ranpo was pouting with his eyes sealed shut and arms crossed, but you could tell he was also a bit relieved that it was only a silly prank by Dazai instead of it being a case he couldn’t find the true answer to. 

Dazai was one of Ranpo’s countable competitors, after all. His intelligence was almost if not as equal to your lover’s. 

“But the extra person in the room?” you asked. “That was still true unless you also hired the doorman to lie about the number.”

“Oh! Well—oddly, the security hasn’t noticed me yet. I’m not even a worker here. I snuck in!”

“So you’re telling me YOU were the extra person at this concert?!” you and Ranpo screamed. 

“Shh! So loud, you two! So now that this case is solved…drinks?” 

…

“I’m sorry for getting frustrated over you,” you apologized to Ranpo as you two sat on the bar stools. “You weren’t wrong; I was being biased whether this was a true mission or not. I really like this jazz band.” 

“Duh, I know,” Ranpo replied, having one of the sweeter cocktails. Of course he did—you had a massive poster of them on your wall.

“…We can come to their concert the next time they perform. Dazai was mean for watching us get worked up over nothing. The music was pretty cool anyway.” 

He gave you a wide grin. You smiled back, shoving a cookie in his mouth. 

“Saved it. Because I knew the best detective in the world would prevail in the end.” 

“Usually you say ‘solve the case in the end’.” 

“Okay well, technically, this wasn’t a case at all—y’know what, forget it.” 

“I’m just kidding. Thanks. For the cookie.” 

You smiled once more. You knew Ranpo meant more than just the sweets by how his cheeks blushed a soft pink. 

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reverie is back and in her bsd era i fear...daz’s hair tucked behind his ear>>. ugh he was so polite here. chuuya ‘n his expensive tastes ‘n his expensive dates mwah! lit researched wine lists ‘n wine etiquette for this. v much got carried away on ranpo...it’s okay he’s the cutest and intelligence bows before him! thoo, he’s so so stubborn.

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Hello love I know your requests are closed, but i have to get it out of my system and tell to you about it (please just ignore me) I can't stop thinking about the idea of papas breaking up with reader to protect them and even telling them 'I never loved you' because this way it will be a faster way for reader to move on and stop asking question to their papa, BUT i think the even more angstiest plot twist would be if it was the exactly same day when reader was ready to tell her papa she's pregnant. A few months/weeks after this whole breaking out thing he could by accident find out about 'the news' (im sorry for taking your time, but this thing is on my mind literally on a loop for days and i think you're angst enjoyer just like me ALSO i hope you have an amazing weekend)

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Aksjshsh ANON it’s funny cause I literally had something almost exactly like that in my discarded drafts snsbsbsb I don’t really plan on finishing it or writing a full HC for it, but here's a little treat just for you. You can imagine any Papa here <3

tw: pregnancy, slut-shaming, self deprecation, hurt/comfort, angst, breaking up, happy ending! please keep in mind this is mostly unedited and just randomly written out spur of the moment.

After the breakup, everything he does reminds him of you. 

It was a mistake— thinking that breaking up with you would set you on the right path, a better one. You had a whole life ahead of you, he didn’t want you wasting it by waiting for him every time he left for tour or had to cancel plans to attend to his papal duties.

He can see the toll it takes on you, the crestfallen expression you think you hide so well when he has to leave a date night early or when he has to call a rain check. The anxiety vibrating off you when you text him after a new concert video is released of him flirting with the audience, asking if it's okay to get reassurance that it’s just an act.

He needed to let you go.

It broke his heart to, but he in his eyes it was setting you free for your own good. You would never let him go if you knew his reasoning— he knew this so he had to make it seem like he didn’t want you anymore.

You didn’t believe him at first, begging him to open up to you and to stop joking around. You were convinced something or someone must have said something; the Papa you knew loved you, he wouldn’t suddenly fall out of love so quickly or be so cruel. 

So he aims for the heart. He tells you it wasn’t really real, that it was all a game to him to play house for a while because he was curious. Now that his curiosity has been sated and he is bored, he sees no reason to keep you around.

It hurts him to say so, and he will never forgive himself for it, but he tells you that he never loved you in the first place, that you were just another body. That you were so easy to bed, it only took a few sweet words and you had already fallen so hard. He calls you laughable. Pathetic. A whore. He laughs as tears begin to gather, taunting you when you run out crying.

You avoid him after that— and he has his Ghouls deliver anything that you’d left in his room to your old room. 

You toss the positive pregnancy test that you were waiting for the perfect moment to show him— it seems like there would be no perfect moment, there would be no moment at all.

He may not have loved you, but you did. Despite the pain, you can’t imagine a universe that you wouldn’t keep his baby. 

You just don’t know how he’ll react. Once upon a time you had thought he would never ask you to get rid of the baby, that he would ask you what you wanted first and respect that decision. But you had also thought he loved you just as much and you were so very wrong.

You try hiding it as long as you can but eventually your belly gets too round to conceal. 

You can see the realization cross his face in real time and when he tries approaching, you can’t help but look at him with hurt, fearful eyes. All it takes is for you to rest a protective hand on your stomach to tell him what he wanted to know. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, “I’m sorry, please don’t make me—“ you swallow back a soft sob, unable to even finish the sentence.

Of all the things he’s ever done, leading a satanic church, promoting sin and pleasure and corruption, this will forever be what he feels guiltiest for.

He doesn’t even think before reaching for you, trying to pull you into his arms to comfort. Can't think of anything else except that right now he needs to soothe you, needs to fix this.

Before, you would have melted into his embrace straight away. Now, however, you struggle and push him back.

He lets you, not wanting to force anything, not wanting to distress you. It’s bad for you— and the baby.

"Tesoro," He tries, gentling his tone as much as he can, holding his hands out with his palms up in an attempt to show that he means no harm, "Shh, shh— I won't make you, I'm not mad. I promise."

You don't believe him and he can tell from the way you are holding yourself— like a house of cards one blow from caving in. You don't know if you can do this again.

He had made promises before, too. Promises you had foolishly believed with naivety. How could you be so stupid, so gullible? To believe that out of all the people in the ministry, in the world, he would choose you? That Papa Emeritus himself could love you.

You should have seen it from the start but you had been too in love with him, too busy making sure you could be enough for him, only to realize that you never would be. There's a sinking realization that you were never enough in the first place.

You never meant anything, after all. He said it himself.

You wonder how it must have felt for him, to have to deal with your inadequacy and even your desire to learn how to make things feel good for him because you had little experience. He must have found it laughable, he certainly told you so.

You were laughable. Pathetic. Whore.

To want to be good at the one only thing you were good for... you wonder how he was able to stand you that long.

You put distance between you and him, arms wrapped protectively around your waist. He looks pained and you're having trouble figuring out what.

Was it because it would ruin his reputation? To have knocked up someone like you?

"I won't say anything," you rush out, "No one will know it's yours, please. Please let me keep it. Please."

"Amore mio—"

"I'm not your 'amore'. I never was, never will be. It's okay I understand that now. Please let me k-keep it."

"I..." He wants to say more, he wants to comfort you and hold you. But he doesn't really have a right to anymore and he can tell how upset you are, he doesn't want to aggravate you any further. "Yes, yes you can keep it. I won't interfere, you have my word."

You still look doubtful and he adds, "I swear to Lucifer himself."

There's a little more reassurance in that. You know him enough to know he wouldn't say those words lightly, even if he had lied to you and toyed with you the way he did. There's a relief that passes over you and you thank him as quickly as you can before dashing off. You hear him shout your name but you don't stop and he doesn't follow.

---

INSERT PAPA DOING HIS BEST TO MAKE UP AND DO EVERYTHING HE CAN TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. LOTS OF SELF LOATHING FOR PAPA BECAUSE HE DID A FUCKYWUCKY.

Eventually there's a moment where you ask why he's being nice, why he's doing this and he tells you he loves you and you call him a liar. He then admits his mistake and apologizes. He says he'll never do it again and will wait until the end of time for your forgiveness if necessary. Or if you never give it, he will wait forever even after the end of time. He is at your mercy.

You eventually warm up to him with hesitation, but you're cautious and always bracing yourself for the catch, for the bad things to happen again.

Papa continues doing his best to support you and be there for you and when he shows his dedication by being there for the birth of his baby and being there for you the entire time, you finally let him back in and offer him the first olive branch by asking him if he would like to hold his child for the first time.

[storiesofsvu]

Solace in Solitude Ch 3

Emily Prentiss x reader enemies to lovers. warnings: language, hospital/injury/medical talk (again, that is not 100% accurate. just go with it). our girlies fighting and lowkey hating each other. I wouldn't really call it angst, but there is hurt.

Halfway through the night Emily could no longer ignore the ache in the pit of her stomach, the noises alone were nearly enough to keep her from sleeping. She groaned quietly, pushing herself up to sitting so she could flick on the bedside lamp, light blooming through the room as she blinked a couple of times to adjust to it. The nurse had left half of the untouched dinner on rolling table in hopes that she might eat and begrudgingly, Emily pulled the table towards her, letting out a sigh of defeat as she picked up the bread roll. As she began to pick at it she reminded herself that she wasn’t doing this because you had told her to, that you had said she needed food, she was doing it so hopefully she’d actually get some sleep. She was eating because she wanted to, she was perfectly capable of making her own decisions, she didn’t need someone telling her how to live her life, not again. Even if it was a life she barely knew herself.

**

If you’d had the choice you would’ve done anything but show up to work today. Working weekends already sucked, never mind the fact that you were halfway across the world without your usual weekend team that helped each other through the overtime hours. The weather was terrible, rain streaming down from the gloomy sky as you dodged puddle after puddle on your way into the hospital, cursing yourself for making today the day you were lugging twice the amount of baggage with you. You took more time than normal changing into your scrubs, finally pocketing your phone, scooping up the small duffle and locking your locker before making your way to the nurses station. You’d been there less than a minute, barely having time to pull out the stack of charts to go through when someone stepped into your view, an extra large coffee being placed down directly in front of you.

“Good morning.” She greeted with a smile, your brain switching back into French mode before you replied.

“Morning.” You cocked a brow at her, glancing between her and the coffee, “is this an ‘I want in on a surgery’ coffee, or a ‘something fucked up overnight’ coffee?”

“It’s a ‘you’re going to need this’ coffee.” She let out a deep sigh, “I’ve been keeping an eye on your VIP and she really is a lot to handle.”

“Sounds like I should be bringing you coffee.” You muttered, rolling your eyes, “sorry she’s such a piece of work.”

“That car crash really fucked her up.” She chewed on her lip, “was there someone else in the car with her?”

“Dunno.” You ducked your gaze, flipping through the first couple of charts, “I just treated her and she doesn’t like to talk about it.”

“Mm.” She nodded, “well, good luck today.”

“Thanks.” You glanced up to flash her a small smile before she disappeared around the corner and you were able to let out a small groan. If Emily had been that much of a pain overnight who knew what you were in for now. You flipped through her chart as you sipped at your coffee, figuring the sight of it might set off her complaints about not being able to have any you reluctantly left it on the desk before you wandered down the hallway.

You expected attitude, the cold shoulder, maybe even more insults thrown your way when you stepped through the door. What you didn’t expect was for Emily to be up and slowly digging into an applesauce container with a plastic spoon. She nearly froze when she noticed you, as if she was wishing she hadn’t been caught with the food, her face morphing into a frown but she still took another bite.

“Morning.” You greeted, managing to pull your lips into a tired smile.

“What? You run away from home?” She asked, nodding toward the duffle over your shoulder and you let out a huff of a laugh.

“No.” You placed it down on the bed beside her, “brought it for you. There’s some clothes in there, comfy ones so you don’t have to constantly live in a hospital gown, a couple of books, in English, a tablet loaded up with games and streaming services and a phone. They are… all yours now.”

“I don’t need your hand me downs.” She replied, tossing the spoon back into the applesauce before it ended up back on the tray and she leant back against the pillows, arms crossed over her chest.

“They’re not mine. They gave me the bag when I got on the plane.”

Emily glanced up at you, a curious expression written across her features before she cautiously reached for the bag, pulling the zipper back and you finally moved to the other side of the bed to check up on her vitals. The phone, tablet and charging cables were on top, neither one something she had owned back in DC, background photos and apps entirely different. Underneath she fingered through the clothes, they were relatively generic, nothing she particularly recognized until she hit a blue sweater she had no doubt was JJ’s and the all too familiar wave of sorrow swept through her again though this time it was laced with something different. The sweater was one of JJ’s favourites, one that she wore often and Emily couldn’t help but compliment her on every time. It meant something more than just a piece of clothing, it was a piece of home, one that JJ had purposely made sure would get to Emily when she needed it the most. It was a reminder to Emily, that she wasn’t being completely forgotten, that not everyone in her life thought she was buried in a grave somewhere. JJ knew she was alive and she loved her and wasn’t about to stop thinking about her friend just because she was halfway across the world.

“Chart says you ate some of your dinner?” Your voice suddenly broke through Emily’s distraction and she quickly wiped at the corner of her eye.

“Couldn’t sleep. Thought it might help.”

“Good.” You scribbled down a couple of things, “I hope you find the motivation to finish the applesauce. Once your body’s used to some easy foods we can get you some better stuff, promise.”

“What about coffee?” She asked and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I can maybe snag some decaf in a couple of days. I don’t want you having it on a relatively empty stomach.”

“Decaf? Come on!” She groaned, “there’s literally no point to decaf.”

“There’s technically still caffeine in decaf.” You replied, flipping her chart closed, “besides, why do you need it anyways? Most people on extended hospital stays prefer to sleep their days away.”

“I just… do.” She snatched up the applesauce again, avoiding your gaze while she ate it.

“Okay.” You sighed, “well, finish the rest of that breakfast and then let’s get you up and moving. Even just to the end of the hall to start, you’re probably pretty stiff, wouldn’t want to overdo it on the first go, no matter what you were used to before the accident.”

Emily knew that you were just following procedure, the fake story put in place to protect her, the only one that you really knew. Still, she couldn’t help the anger that surged through her, that what happened was the furthest thing from an accident. The only accidental thing that happened that night was Ian getting the upper hand on her, a mistake that she would be kicking herself forever about.

“You don’t know shit about me.” She snapped, “how the hell would you know anything about how my body’s feeling right now?”

You took a breath, letting her words roll off your back as she glared daggers at you, your tone calm when you replied, “I’m your doctor. I have a pretty good idea what four inactive weeks in a hospital bed does to a person, I’ve actually got multiple degrees in it, but believe whatever you’d like.”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Other patients to nag?”

“You’re right. I do.” You scooped up the chart, tucking it under your arm, “I’ll leave the nurses to deal with you for today.”

With that you were gone from her room, the door falling shut with a sharp click and she let out a loud groan of frustration, hurling the second, still sealed applesauce across the room and into the garbage. She found you completely insufferable and absolutely could not wait until she was discharged and would finally be free from you.

On the other side of the door you let out an elongated annoyed grumble as you beelined back to your coffee, dropping your elbows onto the counter so your fingers could rub at your temples.

“That bad?” The nurse from earlier asked, a sympathetic look on her face.

“I seriously don’t know what I did to deserve the karma of being stuck with her.” Picking up the coffee you took a very large, much needed sip.

“There’s a three car pile up on its way into the ER?” She offered with a shrug, “probably a lot of trauma, multiple surgeries to keep you occupied.”

“Thank god.”

**

It seemed that every interaction between the two of you would go on like that as time went on. You started to leave checking on Emily to be a task later in the day, after rounding on other patients, maybe even swinging by the ER to give a hand there for a few hours. You seemed to catch her in a slightly better mood if it was closer to lunch time than breakfast, it gave her more time to wake up, to feel human.

Though that didn’t stop any of the animosity, that was only getting worse with each visit.

You were just trying to do your job, to make sure that your hard work back in the OR in Boston wasn’t going to go to waste, that she would heal properly. Most days you could get your updates from her chart or vitals, leaving some of your visits relatively silent, you no longer cared to try and push small talk, you knew she wasn’t going to give you any answers anyways.

Emily spent each day dreading the moment you would pop through the door, knowing that you would likely have something to say about how much she’d eaten, how she should be able to do a loop of the recovery wing by now, or ramble on about anything else. At least by this point she’d scared most of the nurses into silence, they’d come in, leave food, update a couple of things and leave, there was no pushing from them. She would never tell you, but she was so incredibly thankful for the things you’d brought the other day. Daytime television was terribly boring no matter where in the world you were, she was now able to distract herself with a book or lose track of time playing games on the tablet.

She found her appetite continued to pick up as time went on, less medicine and pain killers flowing through her body meant she was beginning to feel a little bit more like herself. The waves of nausea now were only because she’d been without food for a little too long between meals and there was no one to blame but herself for that. Despite now eating on a more regular schedule she had absolutely no motivation to get out of bed, she felt stuck, like there was no reason for her to bother with it. She had everything she needed within arms reach, except for bathroom trips and even those were close enough. The only thing she thought she would consider leaving her room for was to see if she could sneak down to the cafeteria to get a coffee but she knew the likelihood of that happening were slim to none. She may have had the nurses intimidated but even they knew she was on a strict limit for caffeine.

As she watched the sun set on another day through her window she let out a soft sigh, feeling the now all too familiar melancholy wave over here once again. If her math was correct, the team would just be wrapping up their day at the BAU, likely making plans to hit up Rossi’s for dinner, O’Keefe’s for drinks, maybe Penelope dragging people out on a movie night in an attempt to forget the events in Boston. JJ could be heading home to Will and Henry, a love and laughter filled family dinner.

Everyone had a place where they belonged, where they fit perfectly and felt entirely at home and at peace.

Emily did her best to hold back the shuddering breath, knowing that if she cried too hard it would hurt the healing wound in her torso, that it would bring back the ache in her ribs that had finally left her. Instead she let the tears slip over her cheeks silently. She’d been alone her whole life but she’d never felt more isolated than over the course of these weeks, not even when she was undercover. As she began to fight spiraling down she found herself wondering about her mother, what she thought about Emily’s death, how she was grieving or if it had simply slipped past her, added to the list of things ‘we don’t talk about’.

The last thing on her mind as she managed to finally succumb to sleep in the darkness of her hospital room was that she really had no reason whatsoever to get out of here. There was nothing waiting for her outside the hospital walls, no purpose for her to get better faster, she may have gotten out of there alive but she’d completely lost her life and everything that had come along with it, especially the joy.

*

Emily let herself sink into a hole of wallowing and self pity, she didn’t have a lot of fight left in her anymore, wondering each day if it was worth it to fight for herself. She answered the required questions, ate her meals, tried to bargain for coffee, and lost herself in the fictional world of books or mind numbing movies, shows or games. At least once a day you asked her to get up, to even walk just to the nurses station and back and each day she refused, leaving you more annoyed with each interaction. She was, without a doubt, the most frustrating patient you’d ever had. You thought that maybe it was that she didn’t want to be seen out of her room in the gown, part of the reason you’d brought the other clothes to her, but while she’d changed into them, it hadn’t changed her opinion on the matter at hand.

Which brought you to today, you’d been off part of the morning after working overnight on an emergency surgery. Though you hadn’t bothered on going all the way home, knowing you were the one who needed to check in on her later. You were supposed to have been off by five the day earlier, having started the shift halfway through the night but emergency trumps sleep. And sleeping in the on call room through the morning meant staff coming and going and far more noise than you were happy with. To say you’d slept well would be the biggest lie in the world.

You’d caught Emily just after lunch, happy to see the food tray empty as you greeted her with a fake and tired smile, one that she didn’t bother to return. You checked over a couple of things and then mentioned you had to check her stitches and skin grafts.

“These ones are looking pretty good.” You commented about the ones on her front before you nudged at her shoulder, “lean forward for me.” She did as you asked, “hmm…”

“What?” She grumbled out, wincing at the feeling of your fingers gently prodding at the mark.

“Your stitches look a little inflamed, possibly infected.”

“So you’re saying you did a shitty job?” She asked and you returned the statement with a glare.

“We knew thanks to your spleen that this was a likely side effect. I’ll order some intravenous antibiotics and if that doesn’t calm them down, I’ll redo a couple of them.”

“Great. Try not to leave me looking like leather face.”

You were too tired for this; you hadn’t even had your daily coffee and you were at your wits end when it came to her and her constant snipping. “Okay, don’t blame me for your injuries not healing properly when you’re the one not doing the bare minimum of taking care of yourself. I’m not the one who went out and got you stabbed.”

“Wasn’t like it was my idea of a good Friday night either.” She grumbled and this time you did roll your eyes, shifting her shirt back down, indicating that she could lean back against the bed again.

“Valerie, this is why you need to get up and moving. I’ll bet a hundred bucks you’re sleeping on your back?” You raised a brow and she gave you a very tense nod, “I don’t need you running marathons or spending all day wandering the hospital halls but all this time in bed is what’s irritating the stitches, why do you think the one on your front is fine? The constant shifting around in the bed is causing friction on your clothes and the sheets, you need to start getting up, even if it’s just moving between the couch, bed and chairs.”

“Anyone ever told you you’re incredibly bossy?”

“All the time.”

“I’m not doing it.” She crossed her arms over her chest, “there’s no point.”

“Anyone ever told you you’re incredibly stubborn?” You asked, mirroring her posture and she absolutely refused to look at you, “okay well next time I’ll just leave the stake in then.” Your voice raised and Emily nearly jumped, not expecting you to push back as intensely, “you just don’t get it do you? You had a hole through your entire abdomen, it took a large team of elite surgeons to operate. The best in their fields, the ones who were able to repair numerous things that other doctors would have no idea where to even begin. I made sure the plastics guy stitched up your face, you’re welcome!” You shook your head in disbelief, “you know… working in the medical field you see a lot of really wild shit and sometimes peoples will to live, or their acceptance to leave this planet compared to their injuries don’t make the slightest bit of sense. And that applies here. You coded in the ambulance; you’d lost so much blood, multiple other surgeons would have said it was a waste of time, resources and money, that your wounds were too extensive and to this day; I do not know how the fuck you survived it. You should be dead.”

You paused to let that last little bit sink in, wondering if any of this was going to even get through to her or if by now this was a complete lost cause. Emily felt something creeping through her, unable to distinguish what kind of feeling it was and she didn’t trust saying anything yet.

“But you’re not. You’re here, and you’re alive. Because there was something, or someone out there in the world that made you keep fighting and live through whatever happened to you that night and the physical trauma that came afterwards. Sure, you woke up halfway across the world with no one but a pain in the ass doctor to look after you, but you survived. I get it okay, I know what it’s like to feel completely alone and have no one by your side, to lose all motivation to do anything because no one even knows where you are. If you don’t want to keep going for yourself, don’t. But do it for whoever or whatever gave you the strength to get through that night.” Reaching forward you yanked the blankets off her to the foot of the bed, tugging on her uninjured side until her legs were swung over the edge.

“Hey!”

“Get your ass out of bed.” You said through gritted teeth, “because you may absolutely suck but there is something out there that apparently makes it all worth it for you. So just fucking do it.”

“I—” She protested as you turned, picking up her chart to leave the room.

“I don’t want to hear it!” You turned back, “you have been nothing but incompliant since you woke up. All I’m trying to do is help you and you think everything coming out of my mouth is poison and I’m sick of it, I’m sick of playing good doctor. You wanna rot away in a hospital bed, get out of here with even more scars cause I had to do a third skin graft on your back and you’re confined to a wheel chair because you let your muscles atrophy, be my guest.”

This time the door swung shut with much more force than before and she knew she’d thoroughly pissed you off. She gulped, wondering if the feeling floating through her was guilt or if it was something else.

*

It was hours later, after dinner had been served and empty dishes recollected, the hospital winding down for the evening, your coffee fairy nurse finishing up some paperwork at the main station. People were still occasionally coming and going, dropping off charts, saying their good nights and the like she didn’t think anything of the noises around her until a voice she didn’t recognize spoke.

“Euh… est-ce que le docteur Carter est la?”

“She went home.” She mumbled in reply, her gaze still on the last chart, “something about a personal day?”

“Oh…” Emily stalled.

“Something I can help with?” She finally glanced up, her eyes widening “oh! Ms. Stewart! I’m so glad to see you up. You just missed Doctor Carter; did you need something?”

“Uh… maybe another applesauce? Or pudding if I’m allowed, just something a little different?”

“Yeah, of course.” She flipped the chart closed, sliding it onto the shelf, “I’ll bring a couple to your room, feel free to keep stretching your legs though.”

“Thanks.”

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[twelfthgnome]

HELLOOO! Hope you are doing well!

I just wanted to say that I really like your work and make a small request if you don't mind. My birthday is in a few days (October 20) and I wanted to know if you could write something about how Alec Hardy would treat you on your birthday?

Since that i really really like your fic about alec, thanks! <3

Thank You For Being a Friend

A/N: happy early birthday, love! Hope you enjoy this fluffy goodness, let me know your thoughts <3

Summary: DS Y/N Warner spends her birthday at work with her boss/partner DI Alec Hardy

Tags: fem!reader or fem!pronouns, fluff, established relationship, cussing/sexual inferences, just fluffy goodness

She'd sat in her car for a full 10 minutes, considering the merits of actually going into work. For one, it was her birthday and that could mean kind coworkers, an easy day, and loads of sweets. But, on the other hand, it was her birthday and that could mean everyone forgetting, giving her the shit end of the stick and being stuck in the office until at least 11pm. She glared at her mobile that still proudly declared that her boyfriend/boss DI Alec Hardy had not sent a Happy Birthday text. Or even a good morning text - though they weren't the sort of couple who did that anyway.

Y/N couldn't quite tell if he forgot or just wasn't a texter. Though she knew both could be true. She grumbled as she unbuckled, going inside like she knew she was going to anyway. The petty part of her knew she wasn't going to announce her birthday, they'd have to be the ones to remember.

The waiting had made her late, and Katie was not shy in saying so as she walked in and placed her stuff on her desk.

"You're late." The young officer said without bothering to look up from her papers.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "good observation."

"You're the Detective Sergeant, you shouldn't be late," Katie said, at least looking up this time through pursed lips and narrowed eyes.

Alec came from his office, spectacles on his nose. He looked quite nice today, his shirt freshly ironed and tucked into a neat pair of slacks. Even though he'd been more freshened in the past few years than his once more sickly ways, he hadn't looked that well in ages. Y/N found her brows shooting up in surprise.

"Lay off, Harford," Hardy grumbled without looking up, headed straight for the front of the office where he could delegate tasks for the day. The young officer's cheeks flushed though she maintained a calm expression as she gathered her notes to listen to her superior. Y/N tried to fight the little smile on her face.

"Few things for today, we've got a list of party goers from the Bakers this past weekend. Looks to be about 30." Alec Hardy went through each of the items for the day, a whole list of things that sounded boring and fascinating for the primary two cases and the smaller things. It came down to the final two, collecting witness statements or parking tickets. Y/N loathed parking duty more than anything. It was boring, tedious, and she quite fancied entirely useless to the whole of police work. But she hadn't heard Hardy call for her yet, and on days when it was something as simple as witness statements he'd shove the parking tickets to her. And on her bloody birthday, she groaned internally. "Warner, you're with me for the statements. Harford, parking tickets."

The DC's eyebrows shot up and she held back a very nasty scoff, "I've already got loads to do with the footprint of the thief!"

"And you'll find time for the tickets."

"You don't need two people for the statements," she argued.

"And I can always find another DC, can't I?" Alec finally said, removing his glasses to look Katie directly in the eyes. She cowered under him, though it was the reluctant sort of cower of someone who thought their opinion to be better. "Right, get to work."

People spread out quickly to do their tasks, Ellie popping by to press a quick kiss to Y/N on the cheek and murmur a happy birthday. They’d been friends long enough that Ellie knew Y/N didn’t want to make a big fuss over her birthday if nobody already knew. But she told her that she best have the best day and to cut Alec some slack, “he’s not great with the social stuff, but he cares.”

“I know, I know.”

Ellie grinned, “you have a great day and pop round mine after? Open a bottle of Chardonnay and watch Golden Girls?”

“Sounds amazing.”

"You ready, Warner?" Hardy asked as he left his office, hair just slightly mused and adorable glasses perched on the end of his nose. She smiled, he didn’t often wear those when he wasn’t reading. She loved them, but doubted he knew that.

"Yes, sir."

Ellie pinched Y/N’s elbow as she left to go to her desk for paperwork. DS Warner tried to stop the glee as she reached for her things to do witness statements with Alec. That was the sort of thing she enjoyed, actual footwork. An interrogation would have been nice but those didn't just get scheduled the way a nice ol' statement could've. She would take what she got, Alec telling the young DC to fuck off and to enjoy her time with him.

They walked dutifully down to her car, and to her surprise Alec plucked the keys from her hand and slid into the driver’s seat. He didn’t drive often. Not that he couldn’t, or hated it, but because when his heart condition was flaring up and the bastard was too stubborn to get the pacemaker, she had become the accidental designated driver. So seeing him drive was out of the ordinary.

“You’re driving?” She asked as she slid into the passenger’s seat.

Alec scoffed, adjusting the heat so it was damn near freezing, “you act like I don’t have a license.”

“Sometimes I wonder.”

“Shut it.” His arm came to rest on the back of her seat while he backed out, and she allowed herself to stare at him, just a little. He was her man, after all. She had a little right to do so.

They drive in companionable silence for just under thirty minutes as Alec pulled up to the home of one of the partygoers. This particular man, Teagan Garrett, was on the middle of their list. Just unnoticeable that he didn’t strike any alarm bells, but with no solid alibi at the time of the robbery. Which left them straight at the middle.

DS Warner enjoyed doing this, even if some found it tedious. She didn’t have to spend her day holed up in an office, wondering what the next move was and not knowing where her information was going. Whenever she was in the office, she felt it wasn’t accurately reaching the people on the ground, but that was another issue for another day. Today was her birthday, and she was going to spend it well.

And about 15 minutes later, she was spending it happily eating a Danish in the car as Alec drove to the next house. Garrett wasn’t suspicious at all, but he made a delightful cherry Danish that smeared red on her lips but she didn’t care. Y/N ate it happily and smiled out the window, watching the hills blend together.

Before they left the car for the next one, Alec touched her shoulder gently to get her attention.

“Darling, you’ve got…” he lifted a hand, cradling her jaw as he swiped at the cherry filling along the corner of her mouth. Then, without breaking eye contact through those spectacles, Alec popped his thumb in his mouth, licking it clean of the filling. Her mouth fell open in slight shock, feeling her body thrum under the energy of it. There was a look in his eyes, a quirk of his mouth, that seemed to suggest he knew exactly what he was doing. But he said nothing more as he gathered his belongings and left the car.

She blinked, took a deep breath and one last clench of her thighs before getting out of the car as well. Alec Hardy was already several steps ahead of her, a knowing smirk before putting on his disgruntled detective expression. Y/N didn’t know how to feel. On one hand she wanted to grab him by the back of his neck and force him to use that tongue elsewhere, and on the other she wanted to bash him with her purse for getting her so riled up before the next meeting.

If Y/N had paid much attention to Alec’s actions throughout the day, she would have noticed that he both treated her and teased her continuously. He’d give her a cuppa just the way she liked, then compliment her so blatantly before they had to leave she was bright red. It happened that way all day, and by 10am she’d even forgotten it was her birthday and that Alec had forgotten as well. It was just a bizarre day full of danishes and sexy eyes - though she certainly wasn’t complaining.

By 5pm, her feet were exhausting her. Ellie’s earlier invitation of opening a bottle of wine and watching Golden Girls until they pass out to the floor sounded like an amazing idea.

“D’you mind if we go to Miller’s? Got a packet to pick up.”

Her brows furrowed, “oh, um, yeah. I’ve actually meant to go there myself.”

He nodded this as good news, squeezed her thigh, then continued the drive. She looked out the window to avoid his confident smirk that he’d fired her up, knowing he had. It didn’t take long to reach Ellie’s, and Y/N noticed the lights in the Latimer home were off. She wondered where they were this time of day, it wasn’t like Beth to go out for dinner.

Alec parked and the two of them walked up to the house, his hand resting on the small of her back. She wanted to lean into his comforting touch.

“Have I told you yet you look good today?” Y/N mentioned softly to Alec, looking up at him.

He let out a small smile, “I should tell you that.”

“You already did.” She pointed out.

With a soft touch, Alec grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. All he did was press a soft kiss to her forehead, but it was enough to make her let out a sigh of relief. She wanted to use Alec as a personal comforter and sleep for the next decade.

Ellie swung the door wide open, smile bright and arms wide to scurry the couple in. Her and Alec disappeared into the dining room as Y/N shucked her shoes off.

“Ellie?” She called, not knowing where they’d gone. “Alec?”

“Dining room, darling!” Y/N walked on sore feet through the kitchen, prepared to badger Alec about why he’d run off the second the door opened. But she stopped, staring with wide eyes.

In front of her, Beth and Chloe Latimer, Ellie, and Alec all stood awkwardly around a table covered in her favorite things. A tastefully done dish lie in the center, the smell enough to make her mouth water. And a chilled Chardonnay already opened and poured into a glass in Alec’s proffered hand.

“Happy Birthday!” The girls all squealed out at once, causing Alec’s face to scrunch up in annoyance. The sight made you giggle.

Chloe Latimer went and grabbed Y/N’s hand, leading her to the head of table, “come, come, I’ll prepare a plate for you!”

“Oh my, thank you all so much. This is astounding!”

Ellie shot a pointed look towards DI Alec Hardy, who offered her the chilled glass of wine. He came close enough to whisper and said, “you didn’t think I forgot, didya?”

She flushed, feeling awful guilty now. It wasn’t that he was a bad partner, she’d never thought that. Their lives were beyond stressful, birthdays seemed superficial sometimes.

“You hate these kind of things.”

He cocked his head to the side, “you don’t.”

She set her glass down to grab his face, but he beat her to it, lips meeting hers with that unrestrained passion she found so pleasantly addictive. His beard scraped her skin but she’d found in recent months that she loved that feeling, and he knew it.

Y/N would have loved to carry this makeout session farther, but then she felt a chip thrown at her face by Chloe, and gingerly removed herself from Alec. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink. Beth and Ellie both waggled their eyebrows at her, then burst into laughing upon realizing they did it at the same time.

It was shaping up to be a rather lovely birthday after all.

[ellies-little-thing]

"hey im lesbian, i thought you where american" (e.w.)

Part 1 Part 2

My masterlist <3

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

Warnings: Modern Ellie; swearing; fluf; smut; reader is referred as she/her; reader has a vagina; Ellie is refered to as "daddy" (as she should); Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: I'm really trying to inprove my writing skills in english, and i tried very hard on this one. I had it in my drafts abd decided to finhish writing it. Ellie is called daddy by the reader, as she should allways be. Enjoy! I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs, comments and feedback are always welcome! <3 (sorry, i have vines living in my head rent free)

NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI

w/c 9.8k

A few weeks later you and Ellie continued hanging out together since you lived in the same building. You started liking her more, the more time you spent together. You hung out almost every day unless your schedules didn’t align and you couldn’t. You were loving having someone so obsessed with you. You loved being dominated by her, letting her take control and she loved having you at her mercy. Ellie loved every moment she spent with you, every touch, every kiss, every night spent cuddling together. She was starting to fall hard for you. She took you out on dates, showered you with gifts and you've never been this happy.

This evening you were watching some stupid romance movie together just chilling on the couch of your living room, and a sex scene came on. You both looked at each other with a provocative smirk in each of your faces. As the scene continues the characters start having a certain dynamic that you recognize. The couple’s on the screen was very much like your and Ellie’s relationship. She is the dominant one and you are the submissive one. As you hear one of the characters call the other a “good girl”, you look at Ellie shyly before saying.

“I want to be your good girl…” You say, almost inaudible due to the sound of the TV.

“You want to be my good girl, do you now?” She grins as she takes her eyes from the screen and turns to your own.

“I do.” You say shyly. She smiles, and kisses you. She lowers the volume a bit and then she presses her body on yours leaning over you slightly. “mm, you really like this, don't you?” You nod a bit embarrassed. You couldn't deny that that scene was making your core heat up.

“Good, because I'm having fun too.” She grins, and bites your lip.

You kneel on the floor for her not saying one word. “Oh, someone is really eager now, aren't they?” She grins, and continues looking at you. You wait for her to act. She looks at you, before nibbling on her bottom lip in excitement as she looks at you with predatory eyes. “I'm sorry, are you waiting for something?” Her voice is full of seduction as she smiles. “For you….” You say quietly looking at the floor. You were only wearing some loungewear since it was the weekend and you and Ellie were just hanging out, so you had no pants on and your panties were visible to her.

“For me, hm?” She chuckles, as she stops nibbling on your neck. “That's very sweet of you, you know.” Her tone is very seductive.

“What do I do to be a good girl?” You ask blushing.

“Well, you can start by being a sweetheart like you already are.” She chuckles. “You can also do everything I say, you know…” She winks at you, her voice still seductive. Her piercing green eyes can't look away from you.

“Ok…” You say blushing even more. You are ashamed of how much you like this. Being treated this way.

“Oh, no darling, you dont say ‘ok’. A good girl says ‘yes ma’am’, do you understand?” She says with a more serious tone in her voice now as she looks down at you.

“Yes ma'am.” You do as she says.

“Good girl.” She smiles seductively. “You know, that was such a good girl thing you did.” She chuckles, as she bites her bottom lip again.

“Can I… call you master?… or daddy?” You ask softly, blushing as you speak. You were a bit embarrassed of how much you wanted to be dominated. She smiles, as she leans back on the couch. “I think you should pick, don't you? What one would you prefer to call me?”

“Daddy…” You say after thinking for a few seconds.

“Mmh, alright then. So, you'll call me daddy, right?” Her voice is still seductive, as she smiles. She is man spreading right now with her arms spreading along the back of the sofa looking at you very entertained.

“Yes daddy…” You said looking at your lap and not into her eyes.

“Good girl, daddy will make sure to reward you.” Her voice is full of seduction. Her eyes shine as she sees you being so easy to order around.

You wait for her command looking at the floor. “Oh, you seem to enjoy waiting a lot, don't you, love?” She giggles playfully, moving her body lower so that her face is close to yours. “I should really reward you for that too…”

You look up at her slowly. Her eyes remain sparkling, as she smiles seductively at you. “That's much better, now I can see that beautiful face of yours…” You look at her carefully, almost making puppy eyes without realizing. She pulls your face closer to hers, she’s so close you could almost kiss her.

“Can I get a kiss, daddy?” You ask her, looking into her green eyes. She chuckles softly, before leaning in and brushing her lips against yours. “You can have a kiss anytime you want darling.”

“Thank you daddy.” You smile slightly, as she calls you these sweet nicknames.

“And for being such a good girl, I guess I should give you what you want.” Her voice is still seductive, as she smiles at you. “So, why don’t you tell me what else daddy can do for you.” She holds your chin as she says this.

“I'll do anything you want.” You blurt out a bit embarrassed. You really like being treated like this. You like being taken care of.

She smiles seductively again, her tone remains the same. “Oh, is that true? Anything at all?” She leans back on the couch once again.

“Anything daddy…” You reassure her. You can now hear the moans coming from the tv as the movie continues playing.

“Oh, well aren't you the sweetest, I have so many ideas to reward you for being such a good girl…” She grins, moving slightly closer. “I think you’ll enjoy our time together, love.” You smile at her as she calls you ‘love’.

“I do wonder what we could do together though…” She chuckles softly, as her voice remains seductive. “Maybe I should show you my special reward?”

“Yes please!” Your eyes start to sparkle. Her sweet smile turns into a mischievous one. “I don't know, can I trust you to keep your word and be a good girl, even behind closed doors?” She looks at you teasingly.

“Yes daddy, you can.” You will do anything she says now, there's no going back.

“Alright then, good girl.” She smiles, looking you up and down. “ Why don't I show you my special reward then…”

“What is it?” You ask curiously with an almost childish tone in your voice.

“Well, I'd have to show you if you really want to know.” She chuckles slightly. “But, why don't you find out?”

You put your hands in a receiving position in front of your face, almost pleading. “You really do want it huh?” She grins teasingly as she moves closer to you, her hand pressing against the skin of your cheek, caressing you. “Then, do you think you’re ready?”

“I'm ready.” You answer. Her eyes sparkle as she looks at you. Ellie loves to see you so eager for her touch. “Oh I know you are… I guess I'll show you…” She sighs, smiling seductively while she stares into your eyes. “Alright, I'll be a nice daddy… But if you can't keep up your end of the deal… I'm afraid I'll have to punish you.” She says in a more serious tone and her smile fades.

“I'll be good, daddy.” Her eyes brighten as you talk. “I know you will, I'm very proud of you, baby.” She leans in and kisses you, her voice still full of seduction.

“Thank you daddy.” You say after she kisses you. She smiles, and moves closer to you yet again. “Daddy will make sure to punish you if you aren’t good.” She winks, and her voice remains teasing yet with a more serious tone, she bites your neck lightly. “But for now, you’ll remain a good girl for daddy, ok?”

“Ok daddy.” You stay put, just as she says. She grins at you, before nibbling harder on your neck. “Oh, I'm going to leave some marks, aren't i?” You hiss a bit at the pain from her teeth on your sensitive skin. She chuckles softly, before nibbling a little harder. “I'm so lucky to have such a good girl like you…”

“That hurts daddy.” You shut your eyes and scrunch your face in pain.

“Oh, does it?” She smiles seductively. “Mm, maybe i should keep going then…” She nibbles harder again, just enough for you to be in pain, but not too much.

“Ow…” You let out as you feel her teeth sink into your skin harder.

“Oh, should I stop?” She chuckles, as she moves back slightly. “Or, do you want me to keep going, dear?” She looks into your eyes as she holds your chin so you are obligated to look back at her.

“It hurts.” You say quietly, not wanting to make her mad.

“Oh, I'm starting to think that you like it.” She grins and nibbles slightly harder again.

“Ow…” She continues nibbling, her teeth pressing lightly against your skin. “mm, someones being such a good girl…”

You try to get your neck away from her since it's a bit sore now. “Why try to get away from daddy’s bites?” She grins and bites slightly harder. You hold her face to look into her eyes whilst still kneeling. Her eyes still remain sparkling, she still wears her seductive smile on those gorgeous lips of hers. “Oh, you won't get away, baby…” She grins, and bites even harder. “ow…! “ You push her away.

“Mmm, I think that's just rude. I think daddy deserves a little reward for that, don't you think?” She grins, and moves even closer to you, her teeth still pressing against your neck. Her tone is serious now, you will do as she says one way or another.

“That hurts daddy, please…” You plead as she sinks her teeth into your neck a few more times leaving some marks. Ellie likes to mark everything she owns, including you.

“Alright, I might be going a little too hard, you know baby.” She grins again, and lets go of you. “But you’ve been a good girl, so let's say i dont punish you for shoving daddy away.” She says looking at you with a serious expression.

“Yeah?” You ask hopeful that she'll stop biting you so hard.

“So, why don't you come closer to daddy?” She smiles seductively. “Don't you think daddy deserves something to reward him, baby?” You get up slowly and get on her lap. Her eyes remain shining as she smiles at you. “There we go, daddy is very proud of you.” She chuckles and cuddles you, her body pressing tightly against yours.

“Can I kiss you daddy?” You ask as you two cuddle for a bit. “Oh, why do you want to kiss daddy?” She grins seductively, as she looks at you tauntingly. “Daddy knows that you’re attracted to him…” Her voice remains teasing, and her eyes shine slightly more. “Well, daddy will allow you to kiss him then..” She smiles as she takes a quick glance at your lips. “And the only thing I ask from you in return is that you’ll be a good girl.” Her voice remains teasing, as she waits for you to kiss her. “Yes daddy.” You reply, complying to her words.

“Alright then, if you really are a good girl you’ll be able to do this…” She smiles provocatively. “Now, why don't you kiss daddy?” You kiss her lovingly. Her eyes brighten, as she puts her hands around your waist. “That's my good girl…” Her lips touch yours, her body still pressed against your own. You bite her lip softly during the kiss. She smirks, as she pulls you harder against her. “mm, i'm starting to think that you might be liking this alot more than you tell daddy…” She pauses, before nibbling harder on your lower lip than you did to hers. You moan a little and she smiles at you, happy with herself. “Oh, baby…” She continues nibbling and kissing you aggressively. “Now, tell daddy what you are feeling right now.”

“It feels good.” You say in between kisses, getting a bit out of breath. “Oh, that's good then…” She continues nibbling on your lower lip, her teeth pressing even harder. She smiles seductively, her eyes remain shining bright, as she pulls you in closer. You wrap your arms around her. She glances at your arms that you just wrapped around her, as she bites harder on your lower lip. “mm, daddy likes this.” She grins seductively.

You kiss her so she lets your lip go and you bite her neck slowly as you hold her. “Oh, so you want to do the same to daddy?…” Her voice remains teasing. “I'm sure daddy wouldn't mind, but don't think you can bite harder than him, you know?” She’s starting to nibble your own neck again. You bite her skin harder. “mm, good girl, daddy likes it…” Her voice is still teasing, as she pulls you against her. She continues to nibble and bite you.

You bite really hard this time trying to hurt her. “mm, i think you’re trying to test me…” Her voice remains teasing, and her eyes remain sparkling. She bites and nibbles your neck more aggressively now. You then kiss her hard and with desire. “mm, you seem thirsty,…” She bites your lower lip even harder, as her body presses against yours. You look at her with pleading eyes.

“Oh wow, I wasn't expecting this much from you…” She grins seductively, as she looks into your eyes. She's loving how far you are going for her until now. “I think daddy owes you a reward.” Your eyes sparkle as you hear her words. “Well, maybe I will give you one…” She grins, as she pulls you against herself. “I'm going to pin you down baby, just so I can take care of this lil thing you got, ok?” She picks you up and lays you on the bed gently as she looks into your eyes.

“Ok daddy.” You answer while you are still looking her in the eyes. “Alright then, baby.” She grins teasingly, before rolling on top of you. She pushes you down, as her body still presses against yours between your open legs. “There we go, now you can't run away from daddy…”

“I don't want to run away.” You respond softly and honestly. You never want her to stop treating you this way. “Mmm, that's good, because daddy doesn't want you to run either.” She nibbles your neck slightly harder again. “Now, since you’re a good girl for daddy, is it alright if daddy rewards you, baby?” She grins seductively as you nod eagerly. “Good, now, I should start to reward you.” She bites harder, not letting go of your poor, sensitive and sore neck.

“Yes please…” She bites as hard as she can, before letting go. “Oh, that was fun…” She nibbles slightly again, as her eyes remain sparkling. You kiss her hard and filled with lust, you are feeling so incredibly turned on by this. Your heart is starting to beat harder. She smirks and bites slightly again. “Is my little baby still thirsty?” Her voice remains teasing, as she looks at you seductively. You nod frantically, biting your bottom lip. “Good, daddy will take care of that, just wait.” She chuckles softly, as she presses her body against yours, rubbing herself on you and your crotch only protected by your underwear.

“You just have to be a good girl for daddy, you can do that, right, baby?” You nod again. She grins happy. “Alright then, be daddy’s good girl and I'll take care of all that thirstiness.” She bites even harder, not letting go of your skin.

“Ow…” You wince a bit in pain. She notices your reaction to her bite. “Oops, did I bite too hard?” She stares into your eyes, speaking in a sarcastically teasing tone. “Maybe I'll just bite you more.” She says with a serious face looking you dead in the eyes.

“No more please…” Your eyes were tearing up from the last bite. “Are you sure? baby… I know you want me. I can tell from your reactions, now, be a good girl and let daddy bite you more.” You look at her with puppy eyes. Her eyes sparkle as she sees your adorable expression. She smiles seductively. “aww, you must really want it, right?” She bites your lip again. “Tell me, baby, what do you want?”

“i….” You hesitate a bit at first. “Oh, is daddy’s little girl too flustered to say what she wants?” She chuckles, before nibbling your lower lip even harder. You muster the courage to speak up. “I…. I want you to hurt me…” You say blushing and embarrassed that you like the sensation of being hurt. “awww, so my little baby does want to be punished…” She grins seductively, before nibbling your lip even harder, she just can't help herself. “Now, I shall do as you wish…”

“Thank you daddy.” You look up at her. “Thank you, baby… for letting daddy punish you” She grins seductively, as she moves even closer to your face. “Oh, daddy likes this alot… you want me to punish you harder?”

“You can spank me…” Your face is bright red at this point. “Ohh, is that so baby?” Her eyes remain sparkling, as she bites her lower lip in excitement, yet again looking at your adorable face. “mm, but i don't want to hurt you that much, you know? Daddy still needs you to be a good girl after all…”

“I like the pain….” You finally admit to her, speaking quietly. “Oh? if that's what my little baby wants.” She smirks seductively. “Baby, maybe I should go harder then.” She suddenly put her hand around your neck. She squeezes it gently. “There we go…Are you enjoying this, baby?”

“Very much daddy.” You say as she continues, not letting go. “Oh, I'm so glad that you’re enjoying this, baby…” Her grip on your neck tightens. “I love when you choke me.” You say looking into her eyes. Her own eyes sparkle, as a dark grin appears on her face. “mm, does my little baby want daddy to choke her?” Her grip tightens harder still, as she bites your lip again. You nod looking at her still, not being able to move. “Alright then.” She grins seductively, as she squeezes your soft skin harder. She lets go of your lips so you can speak. “ What was that, baby?”

You gasp for air as she chokes you. “Did I make my little baby run out of air?” She smiles as she tightens her grip more, and leans in again. “Would you like me to keep choking you?”

“Yes daddy…” You managed to whisper with difficulty. “Awww, that's good baby, daddy will keep choking you then.” Her eyes sparkle, while she holds you tightly. She grins, as she chokes you harder. “Does daddy’s little baby enjoy being choked…?” You can only nod and so you do, looking her in the eyes, with those intoxicating green eyes of hers gazing right back. “mmm.. maybe i should keep choking you harder then…” Her grip tightens even more, making it hard for you to breathe now. She smiled mischievously. “Oh, you really do enjoy this, don't you baby…?” Your mind is starting to go blank as she keeps going.

“Ah, ah, baby, can you still breathe?” She tightens her grip on your neck even more, her face still full of seductiveness and playfulness. Her grip remains on your neck, her eyes get darker as she looks down at you. “Oh, I'm sure I could choke you harder, but are you really ready for that, baby?” Her voice still sounds teasing, as her mouth forms a slight grin, and her grip tightens yet again.

“I'm ready…” You say with a lot of difficulty. "Oh, you want more? Alright baby…" Her grip is now very tight, you're about to lose consciousness. Her eyes shine as a certain darkness starts to take over them, and her voice is more dominant now. “Daddy is going to keep choking you, until you beg me to stop…”

“It's too much daddy…” You whisper as you put your hands on hers trying to take them off your neck. “Oh, trying to make it stop, baby?” Her grip remains tight, as she holds you in place. Ellie is straddling you now with her right hand still on your neck.

“Well, daddy isn't going to let you stop this, he's enjoying it too much to stop…” She smirks, while holding both her hands to your neck now, not letting you go. “Please…” You say just mouthing the words at this point. "Asking daddy to stop? I think that's cute, baby." She tightens her grip more, and leans closer to your red face. "Well, I don't think I'll stop just yet…" Her grip is very tight now, as she stares at you, with that darkness still in her eyes. Your body starts to go limp. She looks surprised, but quickly starts to grin. “Hmm, looks like baby is having some trouble now…” Her grip on your neck remains tight, but she doesn't seem to worry much. “Maybe this baby needs a bit of a wake up kiss?”

“Please…” You say with your last breath. “Oh, I guess baby is going to pass out now… daddy’s gonna have to wake you up then…” She leans down, before kissing you deeply on the lips. She still remains holding you on your neck, her grip still tight as can be. You can't breathe right now and her eyes go even darker. “Oh, baby really can't breathe right now..” She tightens her grip on your neck even more, not caring much if you're choking or not. Her voice remains teasing, she grins and kisses you again.

You start to lose consciousness. She chuckles, as her grip remains tight. It's too good for her to stop, she loves being in control of you. “Ah, baby is passing out now…” She continues to kiss you deeply, not letting go of your neck, and her teeth sink into your lower lip, as she pulls you closer. You are almost passed out. She looks at you with evil in her eyes, as the grip on your neck remains tight. “Oh, baby passed out, she must really like this if she's losing consciousness…” Her eyes sparkle, as she glances you up and down.

“hmmmm… Daddy might have to do something to wake her up…” She loosens her grip only a little bit. She holds you still, as her eyes show that darkness inside her. “Daddy likes this, baby… so he won't be letting you wake up yet.” She looks at you seductively, her teeth sinking into your lower lip again. “Oh, baby is so cute when she's passed out…” You start breathing very shallowly as she's starting to loosen the pressure on your precious neck up a bit. “Ah, baby’s breath is coming back now…” She loosens her grip slightly more. “But daddy can't let you wake up just yet, baby has been a bad girl after all…” She smirks, as her eyes remain dark.

“Maybe daddy should keep punishing you a little longer, baby?” She asks, looking at you expecting a response from you.

“Please stop daddy…” You say, you were trying really hard to breathe.

“Oh, I guess baby wants this to stop…?” She loosens her grip a bit more, but doesnt seem ready to let you go. “I think the punishment can stop now, daddy had fun playing with his toy…” Her voice remains teasing, as she continues to hold you tightly.

“Thank you daddy…” You say trying to catch your breath.

“You’re welcome, baby, you didn't need to thank me.” She smiles seductively. “Now, daddy wants to know, what should I reward you with, baby?” She asks you as the darkness disappears from her eyes and is replaced by love.

“Can I have some cuddles?” You ask with tears in your eyes. “Oh, yes, of course, baby… Daddy is not cruel, he wouldn't just punish you without an award. You can have all the cuddles your heart desires now.” She smiles, as she lets go of you and instead lays next to you, holding you gently. “There you go, baby, daddy has given you cuddles.”

“Thank you daddy.” You say as you nuzzle into her embrace.

“Of course, baby… Daddy isn't cruel you know…” She smiles as she runs her fingers through your hair. “Now, baby should go take a rest, that punishment was pretty tiring, wasn't it?”

“It was, daddy…” You look at her with wet eyes still. “Oh, I'm sure it must have been tiring for baby… well, daddy didn't realize that, so baby has my apologies.'' She chuckles, and leans in and kisses your forehead. “I think baby really wants more cuddles…” She gives you a soft smile, as she kisses your cheek softly. You nuzzle into her chest. She pulls you closer so her lips gently rest on your ear as she whispers softly. “You can sleep, baby…” Her warm chest presses against you and you feel like you are in the safest place in the world. “Thank you….” You start to fall asleep. “Oh, baby fell asleep.” She smiles as you nuzzle her chest. “Well, daddy isn't tired, maybe baby wants to keep cuddling?” Her voice remains teasing. “Baby can keep sleeping if she wishes.” She moves her head so she can kiss your forehead and holds you as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up a few hours later, feeling much calmer and more relaxed. You find Ellie leaning on your chest now. Her lips are close to yours. “Oh, baby is awake now… well, I guess it was a bit too tiring for daddy to handle too…” She smiles seductively, as she whispers softly into your ear.

“Hi daddy.” You say smiling at her. opening your eyes a bit more.

“Hello, baby.” She smiles seductively, as she strokes your hair gently. “Did daddy’s punishment leave you tired, baby?” Her voice remains teasing.

“A bit…” You yawn as you stretch.

“Ahh, well, daddy must make it up for you somehow” She smiles, and rubs your chest softly. “Now, baby wants more of daddy’s cuddles…” She strokes her fingers slowly along your hair, while her other hand rests on your chest.

“Yes please…” You lean on Ellie. “Alright then, daddy gives you cuddles.” Her voice is still teasing and seducing. She rubs her hands gently down your hair, before placing them on your neck lightly. She smiles as she stares at you. “You can get as many cuddles as you want…” You hug her tight as she says that. “Aw, baby wants to hug daddy?” She smiles as she pulls you closer and hugs you tightly. She giggles lightly, before kissing your cheek. “Baby really needs daddy’s love now, huh?” You nod looking up at her face with an adorable facial expression almost like a little kid.

“That's good to know… baby needs a lot of daddy’s love then.” She kisses your cheek again. “You can even get those hugs whenever you want.”

“Thank you daddy.” You whisper into her hug. “You’re welcome baby, daddy is always going to give you his love.” She kisses your cheek again and caresses her fingers through your hair. “There, baby’s got all of daddy’s love now…” You and Ellie were still laying in bed together. You really like having her by your side. “So, what does daddy’s little girl want to do now?”

“I dont know..” You say still a bit tired from before.

“Well, daddy’s little girl will have to choose. because daddy’s little baby can have anything she wishes right now…” She bites her bottom lip lightly. “Just tell me, what does daddy’s little baby want…?”

“Hum…” You start thinking. “That's it, baby? Just ‘hum’?” Her voice is suddenly full of sass, as she glances at you. “Daddy was expecting a little bit more, baby… are you saying you don't want daddy’s love now?”

You kiss her, smiling as you wrap your arms around her. She chuckles, as she kisses back. “Oh, someone finally decided what they want.” Her kisses become longer and more passionate. “But, just know, whatever daddy gives baby, it's not enough.” She continues to kiss you passionately. “You deserve the world, babygirl…”.

You continue to make out with her energetically. Her kisses become more passionate, as she grabs you. Her lips slide to your neck, as she gently bites it. “Baby, I think daddy wants more from you now….” She chuckles, as her teeth dig into your neck slightly.

“What daddy?” You ask her innocently.

“Baby, you should know what daddy wants by now.” She smiles, before she bites your neck again. “Do I really need to say it out loud for you, baby…?” Her voice is full of sass and playfulness.

“But I don't know daddy…” You say playfully looking at her, knowing exactly what she's referring to.

“Oh, baby, you know full well that daddy wants to keep making out with his little girl.” She caresses your hair, before she bites your neck again. “I thought you really wanted more from daddy…” Her teeth dig in a bit deeper now.

“I do… I want more than making out…” You say as you feel your face blushing. “Oh? Baby wishes to go further than making out?” She chuckles lightly. “Then I guess daddy shall give her more…”

She pulls you in for another passionate kiss. Her lips slide to your neck, as her teeth dig into it once again. She looks very seductively at you, as her voice remains full of sass. “Daddy would like a little favor in return…”

“Yes daddy?” You ask as she bites you again on your neck that's full of bruises and bite marks at this point.

“Good, baby, daddy didn't expect anything less.” She kisses your neck, before speaking again. “Hmm, what does baby think she has that daddy wants?” Her jaw tightens, as she looks at you. “Oh, maybe, it’s your lips?” She licks her lips before speaking again, as she glances down at you. “Well, baby shall get more from daddy…”

You look into her eyes. Her eyes sparkle now, as she gazes deeply into yours. “Oh, daddy’s little girl wants to have a staring contest? That’s cute…” She seems to enjoy this, her jaw remaining tight. “I don't think baby can win this staring contest though, her eyes don't sparkle as much as daddy’s after all…” Her voice is filled with sass still.

“Yes they do!” You say nudging her softly. “Hmm, do they really?” Her eyes continue to sparkle, as she still stares at you seductively. “Maybe baby is trying to trick daddy, but that won't work.” Her jaw remains tight, as she leans closer to you.

“No cheating.” You say looking at her playfully. “Well, baby, you still won't win anyway, daddy is just too good at this game, baby can't even last 5 seconds against him. ” She chuckles now, as she looks down at you.

“I'm gonna win, you'll see!” You tell her playfully but with a competitive look on your eyes.

“Hmm, baby is pretty confident… daddy does like that about you…” Her jaw tightens, as she still stares at you. “Well, daddy will just watch you and wait… not like you will manage to outstare daddy.” She smirks sarcastically.

“If I tickle you, you lose!” You exclaim sounding like a little kid.

“Oh, is that baby’s strategy? Tickle daddy?” She chuckles, still looking at you. “Daddy doesnt think baby is going to be able to tickle him, let alone make him laugh.” She sighs, as she continues to stare seductively at you. “You’re gonna have to try harder to win, baby…”

You start tickling her and she laughs slightly, as she tries to pull away from you. “Ohhhh, baby’s trying to tickle daddy?” She begins to laugh, as you continue to tickle her. “Oh, stop, baby! hahahaha…” She seems to be ticklish, and starts laughing more.

“You laughed! I win daddy!” You say, very excited. “Ah, I guess I lost.” She chuckles softly, as you stop tickling her. “Well, I guess it’s time for baby to fulfill daddy’s wish… Her jaw is still tight, as she grins seductively. “Will baby still give daddy that special gift?”

“Maybe…” You say teasingly. “Well, that ‘maybe’ won't do, baby girl…” She looks at you seductively. “Daddy still expects baby to give him that special gift…”

“And what is it you want?” You ask her, smiling. You know what she wants full well.

“Well, baby should know by now… daddy has already made it clear to her.” She looks at you seductively. “So now daddy can't be the one to speak first, baby.” Her voice remains teasing. “I suppose baby is just a bit shy to say it, huh?” You blush thinking about it.

Her eyes sparkle with the blush on your face appearing. “Oh, baby’s blushing now…” Her voice is slightly more teasing. “Well, baby needs to say what daddy wants…” She smirks softly. “Unless baby is a liar, and she doesn't want to give daddy that special gift after all.” Her tone is slightly more playful. “Daddy doesnt think baby would lie to him, would she?”

“I'm not a liar!” You say with a pout as you cross your arms.

“Good, baby, daddy didn't think you would be lying.” Her jaw is still tight. “So, baby was just a bit shy to say what daddy wanted?” She smirks softly, “Well, daddy understands why baby was shy to say it, it's a rather… naughty thing to say, isn't it?” You nod blushing even more. Her eyes sparkled once again. “Oh, look at that cute blush on my baby’s face.” She tilts her head, as she runs her fingers down your hair. “Hmm, baby looks so adorable when she’s blushing.” Her voice remains teasing and seductively playfull. “Well, daddy still wants to hear it from baby… is baby going to tell daddy, or is she still shy?”

You look at her shyly. “For me to get on my knees?…” You look away from her eyes.

“Well, do I need to ask more than once?” Her eyes sparkle, as her voice remains teasing. You kneel on the floor in front of her. She sits up slowly, and strokes your hair as you kneel before her. “Oh, baby looks so adorable when she’s on her knees…”

“Well… baby did what daddy wanted, so now daddy shall give her what she wants…” She talks in a calm tone as she strokes your hair still.

“I don’t know what I want daddy….” You say shyly looking at the ground. “Hmm, baby doesn't know what she wants? Well… Daddy has a few ideas for you…” She smirks slightly. “Daddy knows baby wants to keep being on her knees, so baby shall stay like that…” She runs her fingers along your skin now. “Don't worry, you shall get everything daddy wants to give you… but for now, baby’s just gonna stay on her knees.”

“Yes daddy.” You sit very still, just like she commands you. “That's it baby, daddy likes to see you stay on your knees, and not moving, just waiting for me.” She strokes your hair again, as her lips slide to your neck. “Baby is only going to get more from daddy if her good behavior continues…” Her voice is still teasing the whole time. You don't move. Not one muscle.

“Good, baby should learn to listen better when daddy tells her to do something.” She bites your neck again. “Daddy has a reward in a bit, but baby needs to stay still and wait for it, baby can't move an inch, understood?…Or else, daddy has to punish baby…” You still don't move as she ordered. She lets go of your hair now, as she grabs your chin. “Good girl… daddy likes it when baby behaves well.” Her voice becomes more sultry and demanding. “Now, maybe daddy shall give baby a reward, hmm… baby looks so adorable when she’s on her knees…” She rubs her thumb gently on your lips. “Maybe daddy shall let baby be his good girl now.” You nod, smiling up at Ellie in anticipation.

“That's baby’s way of saying ‘yes’ to daddy? Good girl, baby is learning how to talk back to her daddy.” She smiles softly, as her other hand runs down your hair. “How about… daddy puts a collar on you, so you’ll learn to behave properly…” She strokes your hair gently. Your eyes sparkle in excitement.

“Oh, I guess I hit the spot, didn't i?” Her eyes look at you seductively. “Well, it’s a good thing daddy and baby now have an understanding. so, baby is willing to be daddy’s good girl, right?”

“Yes daddy!” You grin happily.

“That’s my baby, you’re so adorable…” She smirks seductively. “So baby would like to be daddy’s good girl then?”

“Yes please daddy.” You say looking up at Ellie.

“Baby shall be his good girl now, baby deserves that collar for her good behavior.” She reaches over to her bedside table, and puts on a pink collar on you as you kneel before her. “This collar means you’ll always be daddy’s good girl, baby. Daddy will always hold the leash to your collar, that way, daddy’s good girl will always hear his voice, even if you can’t see daddy…”

“Yes daddy, anything you say.” You genuinely love being treated this way. It makes you feel loved and cared for. You don't really know how to explain it.

“Oh, so, baby is going to listen to daddy? She’s going to always hold daddy’s voice close, even if daddy is not near?” Her voice is still trying to seduce you. “Well, daddy is quite happy to hear that, baby is so obedient…” You look at her with love in your eyes as she ties the collar around your neck gently.

“Oh, look how pretty this collar is on you!” She looks at you so happy. “Daddy’s good girl looks even more adorable with a collar around her beautiful neck.” Her voice remains teasing and seductively sounding.

“Thank you daddy!” You're so proud to be her girl and for the collar she just gave you.

“Oh, you're so welcome baby, and daddy is quite happy to have his own good girl who listens to everything he says.” Her voice remains teasing. “Well, daddy is sure his good girl wants more rewards…”

“Does daddy want me to crawl for him?” You ask her, feeling good about yourself and how she's looking at you.

“Oh, daddy would love to see his good girl crawl for him….” She chuckles looking down at you.

“Why? So you can learn to behave when daddy isn't nearby?” Her voice is still teasing and sultry. You nod smiling up at Ellie. “Well, daddy’s good girl shall crawl for him now.” She smirks seductively. “If baby does this well, daddy shall give her more rewards.”

You follow Ellie crawling on all fours behind her, being led by the leash. She reaches over to you, and pulls you closer to her face. “Oh my… such a good girl, baby is following behind me.” She strokes your hair. You close your eyes as she caresses you.

“This could be the start of baby’s reward, if daddy gets impressed, then maybe baby will get more, just maybe…” Her voice remains teasing. You continue with your eyes closed as she strokes your hair, making you feel like you're hers and hers alone.

“Oh, I see my beautiful girl likes my touch.” She chuckles softly. “Keep crawling behind daddy a bit more, baby shall get more if she’s being a good girl…”

“Yes daddy.” You continue doing as she says. She looks back and sees you still crawling behind her.

“My baby is so obedient…” She strokes your hair again, and reaches over to pat your head. “Well, daddy wants to give baby a small reward for being a good girl.” You kneel waiting, looking at her. She pulls you closer, as she stares at you seductively. “That's it, baby, you’re doing such a good job for daddy.” Her eyes remain sparkling as she looks at your body. “Well, daddy can see you trying your best.” She continues to stroke your hair as she speaks. “But, you’re still gonna stay on your knees, baby.”

“Yes daddy.” You stop and look at the ground. “Oh, daddy is so glad to hear that, baby seems to always listen to him…” She looks lovingly in your eyes, holding your chin softly. “Maybe this is just another step in daddy making his good girl more and more obedient to him.”

“I love my daddy.” You say this looking into her eyes. “And daddy loves his good girl.” Her voice seems to be getting softer and more loving. “Daddy will always give his good girl all that she needs, when baby deserves it.”

“Thank you.” She leans back slightly now, as she strokes your hair. “Now, baby is going to listen to daddy when daddy needs, right?” You nod in compliance.

“That's how I like to hear it from my good girl…” Her voice is very seducing and sweet. “You’re quite loyal to daddy, and daddy likes that.” She continues to stroke your hair, as she gazes upon you gently.

“I'll always be loyal to you daddy.” You say with closed eyes as she pets you. She leans in close, and hugs you tightly. “Daddy is happy with his good girl, because daddy just wants what’s best for her, in return, daddy will always protect and give you whatever you want, baby.”

“Thank you, for protecting me daddy.” You thank her softly and sweetly, as you hug her back. “Oh, daddy is only doing the minimum for such a good girl like you.” She smiles softly. “Baby will always be safe, nothing will ever harm baby ever again.” Her voice is still sweet. “And daddy will always make sure baby gets all that she wants.”

“All I want is to make you happy.” You say lovingly while looking at her.

“Well, baby is always making daddy happy, so I guess she already has what she wants.” She smirks slightly now. “Well, daddy’s still gonna give you more.” She strokes your hair again as she speaks, her voice remains loving. She gazes upon your face, as she smiles. “Daddy has one more reward in mind, baby might like this…” She whispers softly now. “Would baby be okay if daddy were to.. touch her now?” You nod, smiling excitedly, almost jumping slightly at the mention of her touching you. “Oh, baby’s so adorable when excited.” She smiles softly. Her voice is still sweet. “Well, baby’s going to be very happy with daddy’s touch.” She leans in closer. “Daddy's going to treat you extra well, baby.”

“I can't wait daddy!” You say as you close your hands into light fists and wiggle them excitedly below your chin.

“Well, daddy is gonna give you all of his love and attention, baby is gonna be daddy’s special good girl.” She whispers. “And daddy’s gonna make it all worth it for you, so baby better prepare herself.” Her voice in your ear makes you shiver.

“Well, daddy’s going to start touching baby now, baby better be ready for her reward…” She leans in close. “And maybe baby will love what daddy does to her…” Your eyes are sparkling as she speaks. “Oh, my baby looks so happy, that’s how daddy likes to see her.” Her voice is still seductive as she looks you in the eyes.

“But baby might want to be calm for what’s to happen… baby might get a big surprise when daddy touches her…” She looks you up and down and takes off your t-shirt, to admire your body in the underwear she chose for you to wear today. A pink matching set. The same colour as your collar.

“Yes daddy.” You wait for Ellie to start moving.

“Alright, baby will just have to wait.” She smiles, as her jaw tightens. “Daddy’s gonna touch baby now…” She moves her body slowly closer to you.

“Where?” You ask innocently. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you up as her body presses close to yours.

“Well, daddy is going to start with your cute face…” She boops your nose cutely as she whispers gently and seductively. “Daddy is gonna give baby extra love, baby is very lucky to have daddy…”

“I really am lucky to have you daddy.” She kisses your cheek softly. “Well, Daddy always makes sure his good girl is loved and cared for.” She smirks, as her lips trail to your neck now. “Baby is gonna get so much from daddy…”

You kiss her sweetly and wrap your arms around her. She smiles as she kisses you back, her lips trail back to your neck.

“Yes, daddy will give baby even more than she could ever ask for… Daddy just wants the best for his good girl.” Her voice is teasing and seductive. You start feeling very excited. She starts touching your arm with the tips of her fingers lightly, making you shiver.

“Oh, daddy’s good girl seems to be enjoying this…” She bites your neck slightly. “Maybe daddy should keep going then… Just to see how much baby likes it…” Her fingers continue tracing your skin, now on your neck and chest. “This is just only a little bit, baby, daddy wants to give you more but.. baby has to be a good girl and stay still.” She gets up and looks at you with a serious look on her face and you sit still waiting for her to come back. She opens your dresser drawer and takes out your favorite vibrator. It's a pink small machine you use when Ellie can't be with you and you really want to feel good. She gave it to you as a gift for those times. You blush as soon as you see it in her hand and she starts walking back to the bed and sits next to you.

“Baby is behaving so well…” She bites her bottom lip slightly. “Maybe baby does deserve more… Daddy shall give baby the reward she deserves, baby has been such a good girl…” She touches you lightly with it. She's smiling mischievously as she does this. She lays you down on the bed slowly with your back to the mattress and holds one of your legs open. Then she starts trailing the object around your inner thigh very close to your pink panties. “Ready for more, baby?…” You nod, blushing even more as she touches you. “Good… Daddy will make you feel so good…” She presses it to your clothed pussy and you feel your panties start getting wet. You are feeling butterflies as she looks down at you in the eyes as she moves the vibrator still turned off. A few seconds later you can feel her pressing the button and it starts vibrating. As soon as it starts you let out a moan that made Ellie's eyes shine even brighter than they already were. “Feels good, doesn't it baby?” She asks not taking her eyes off of yours. She wants to see your every reaction to what she is doing. You nod frantically as you bite your bottom lip and start tugging at the sheets. Her other hand is gently stroking your hair. “Daddy is gonna move more now okay?” She says as she starts moving the vibrator in small circles over your clothed sensitive clit. You start moaning and every sound you make is music to her ears. “Baby’s gonna get more…” She breathes softly now. “But this is the most daddy can give baby for now though, baby still has to earn her rewards…” Her voice remains teasing, as she looks at you, eyes filled with lust. “Maybe baby deserves even more, but she will have to be extremely good for daddy to let her have it…”

“I'll be good daddy, please don't stop now…” You plead her with puppy eyes but she doesn't budge. “Beg more baby, let daddy hear that sweet voice of yours begging him for more…” She stops moving the vibrator but it's still pressed against your clit. “Please daddy, please, please don't stop now, I want you to make me feel good…” Her eyes shine as she hears you and starts moving it once again. You moan looking back at her and give her a gentle kiss. “That's my good girl…” She smiles as she continues her movements. She turns it off for a second and you whine from the lack of stimuli. She sits back up and gets in between your legs. She slowly brings her hands up to your inner thighs making you shiver. As she reaches your pussy and massages it gently, she feels your wet underwear. “Oh would you look at that… My baby is so excited already…” She pushes your panties to the side and touches you with her slender and skilled fingers and smiles at you, right as she feels your wetness. She starts moving them up and down your folds slowly teasing you. You moan quietly as she does this.

A few seconds later her wet fingers found their way to your swollen clit and started gently rubbing it, making you moan much louder. She continues for a minute or two before slowly stopping and taking her fingers off of you. She then brings them up to your mouth. “Open up baby… Suck daddy's fingers just like a good girl does…” You do as she says and open your mouth as she places her index and middle fingers on your tongue for you to suck them clean. She pushes them deeper into your throat making you tear up as you were about to gag. “ Good girl baby…” She is smiling, biting her bottom lip as she watches you do this. She then starts taking your panties off and picks up the vibrator once more. You blushed even more as you watched her do it.

“Be a good girl and don't move now… or daddy is going to have to punish you, understood?” You nod frantically as she places the object to your wet pussy. It's cold at first which makes you shiver but you don’t move. She smirks as she starts moving between your folds, so the object gets lubricated and when you least expect it she turns it on. It's the lowest setting but you slightly jump up as you feel it. “Don't move baby, be a good girl for daddy.” She says with a darkness spreading across her eyes. “Yes daddy…” You respond trying not to move anymore. She moves the vibrator up to your throbbing clit and you start moaning almost instantly. She chuckles to see you in the state you are right now. She's getting drunk on your sweet moans.“Oh, baby’s being loud for daddy…” She leans down and presses her lips on yours, continuing to stimulate you. You moan into the kiss and Ellie is going crazy to the sound of your voice. With her other hand she starts collecting your slick in her fingers. “So wet for daddy, such a beautiful girl I have…” She gets them lubricated from your love juices and starts slowly prodding at your hole as the vibrator is still on your clit. She starts fingering you and you can't help but arch your back and try to close your legs but Ellie holds them open for her viewing. She loves the way your pussy swallows her fingers so well. “Fuck baby… look at that….” She starts feeling her own boxers getting wet from looking at you, she really wants to touch herself, but she wants to make you cum more. She can't help licking her lips and biting her bottom one.

You are starting to feel that familiar knot form in your belly as the pleasure keeps getting more intense and your moans show it. With the vibrator on your clit and her fingers inside you you are gonna cum in no time. Ellie knows this and is loving every second of it. “That's it baby, cum on daddy's fingers.. be a good girl and cum for him to taste you…” As you hear her voice it is as if your body responds by itself and you feel your orgasm brewing and quickly wash over you as your mind is starting to go blank from all the pleasure she's providing you right now. She doesnt stop though and puts the vibrator in the next setting, making you almost scream her name for all the neighbors to hear. “Good girl baby… Take what daddy gives you and don't complain.”

You cum on her fingers as she continues her actions. You start feeling light headed from all the sensations she's providing you. You never knew you could feel this good. Ellie looks at you with an almost predatory look in her eyes as if you were her prey and she was about to devour you. She starts kissing your soft lips, still not stopping. Her lips trail down to your neck and your chest as she is very slowly starting to stop fingering you. She brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks every last drop of your cum, moaning as she does it. She then moves your bralette to the side to expose your nipples without taking it off because she loves seeing you with it on. She kisses your beautiful breasts gently as she starts to suck on one of them, fondling it. The vibrator is still pressed to your bundle of nerves and you are going crazy to her touch. She sucks harder and nibbles at your sensitive nipples making them poke out. You start feeling goosebumps forming on your skin as you feel her lips trailing down your abdomen, leaving bites and wet kisses as she goes. She turns off the pink machine and massages your clit slowly as if to caress it. Your breath starts getting more even as she calms down a bit. She looks at you with a mischievous look in her eyes. “Is baby having a good time so far? Daddy is not done yet though…”

You look down at her as she speaks to you but you're caught by surprise as you feel her tongue now on your throbbing clit instead of her skilled fingers. You start moaning almost instantaneously and she smirks at your body's reaction. She starts working her magic on you and you feel as if another orgasm is approaching. Ellie cant take it anymore and picks up the vibrator as she brings it down to her own crotch. She turns it on and massages her needy clit as she moans into your own, making you feel the vibrations in her voice. The room is filled by both of your moans and the faint sound of the TV in the background. Ellie looks like a starved woman as she continues eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

She's feeling so good that she doesn't want to stop. She can feel her own orgasm approaching as she moves the vibrator around inside her boxers. As the pressure builds up, she starts moaning louder and her breath starts becoming raged. She sucks your clit as she feels her orgasm wash over her. She's almost humping her own hand which is holding the pink vibrator. “Fuck baby…. Daddy wishes he could cum inside of you… Baby has no idea how much daddy wants that…” She feels her cum on her fingers as she is coming down from her high. She turns off the tiny machine and puts it to the side to be washed later. She puts her hand inside her soaking boxers and collects some of her cum as she looks into your glistening pussy. She wants so bad for her cum to be inside you. Her eyes go dark for a bit as she considers stuffing you with her fingers that are now covered with her own cum. She licks your slit clean from top to bottom with her skilled tongue. Then she brings her cum covered fingers and stuffs you with two, making you gasp as you were not expecting it. You quickly look down and see Ellie with a mischievous smirk as she puts her cum inside you. “Look baby…. Daddys cum is inside you… doesn't it feel nice?” She comes up, her fingers still inside you as she kisses you exploring your mouth with her tongue and you let her. Moaning into the kiss. “Just so you know who you belong to…” She looks into your eyes and brings her hand up to your mouth gesturing for you to open up. She almost makes you gag as she studs her slender fingers down your throat as you taste both of your juices together and nearly get drunk on them. She then slowly pulls them out letting you breathe and kisses you gently.

You both now laid in bed next to each other. You were hugging her and she caressed your smooth hair. “Daddy loves you so much…” She says with her eyes closed and gives you a kiss on the forehead. “And I love you daddy, more than you know…” You two were now about to drift off to sleep as you embraced each other tightly. You never wanted to let go. If it were up to you you'd never leave Ellie’s harms ever again.

The next few days were filled with more moments like this one. You and Ellie were falling hard for each other. She was so proud to have you and to call you hers. She loved everything about you. Your sunny personality, your hair, your eyes, your smile and your cute laugh when she would tell you unfunny dad jokes. She loved your touch and your kisses. She loved being able to get to know you so intimately. She could look at you forever and never get tired. In just a few weeks you turned into the most important person in the world for her. The one she never wanted to lose.