#i love you whoever makes the hot oil

[i-did-your-mother]

im so glad to work in the position i work in because at the end of every shift when im exhausted and hungry i get my shift meal. its always the best thing ive ever eaten

[almostempty]

Never made it as a wise man

(joel miller x f!reader)

Description: Joel solves your car troubles for free, and you try to return the favor with a homecooked meal. When you accidentally interrupt his jerkoff session, you take a chance and help him out.

Note: y’all are out here answering god’s toughest questions, like what if emotionally unavailable Joel was loved unconditionally? or what if Joel was the Mothman?, and I deeply appreciate that. 

However, today, I am here to answer a question that nobody asked– What if Joel was a divorced dad rock kinda guy? 

You know, like, listening to Nickelback on an old-school boombox in his garage, or unironically singing Creed on the way to work, or bonding with Ellie over Papa Roach? And also, (inspired by a genius) what if he was a little bit pathetic? 

Anyway, I present to you: divorced dad rock dilf, Joel, ta-da! (my humble submission for @hellishjoel‘s hot dilf summer challenge) obvs dedicated to: @auteurdelabre

ao3: read here | masterlist: here | part 1.5 here

Tags/warnings: AU no outbreak divorced Joel x f!reader, Sarah is not mentioned, but Ellie is your adult coworker, reader is clueless about cars and so am I, gratuitous smut and horny thoughts, implied jorkin’ joel but no witnesses, hand job, fingering, premature ejaculation, touch starved kinda loserish but hot divorced dilf joel, he’s a real tiddy guy in this one and idk why it just happened, pwp, is it a crackfic? maybe, but i meant it wholeheartedly so idk  

WC: 4.2k

You pull onto the long driveway, hoping to see Joel’s truck. You forgot to text first to see if he would be around, but he did tell you to come by if you ever needed anything. You mostly just hope he’ll be willing to accept your gift. 

Last week, he’d helped you out by fixing your car. He told you what the issue was, but he might as well have been speaking another language when he described it. You had already brought coffee and a plate of cookies to your coworker Ellie to thank her for dragging you to Joel’s to ask for help. Being in a new town was hard enough, but you had no idea how you would handle the price for diagnostics, let alone whatever the repair would’ve cost. You tried to offer Joel the cash you had as a thanks, but he wouldn’t accept it. You tried to argue with him, but Ellie told you it wasn’t worth arguing with him. He wouldn’t budge. Instead, he had offered to change your oil for you, making you feel even more indebted to him. 

At first, the most you got out of Ellie for intel on Joel was that he was the one responsible for you having to listen to “One Last Breath” and “Lips of an Angel” at ungodly early hours. Ellie claimed that her music taste was deeply influenced by Joel, and somehow, Ellie is always in charge of the music at work. When you rolled your eyes calling it divorced dad rock, she let it slip that you were right about that. 

That explains a lot when you remember the brief time you spent in his house and shop. The house was clean inside but not tidy. Stray beer bottles and travel mugs dotted the counter and coffee table. But the shop had all the Divorced Dad Barbie accessories. 

The project car and crates of assorted parts. The beer fridge and the plastic lawn chairs in the corner for bullshitting with whoever stopped by. The boombox on the workbench with the stack of CDs. And the fading calendar from another decade with the naked woman kneeling on the beach. 

You hadn’t been able to stop your eyes from darting to her sultry expression and swimsuit model-perfect breasts when Joel had been explaining what he was going to do to your car. You wondered if the heat burning in your cheeks had given you away, but he didn’t notice then. Ellie sure did, though, and she had rolled her eyes at you, noting it had been up so long she even forgot it was there. 

Luckily, Ellie didn’t notice your eyes lingering on Joel’s body. You weren’t trying to be a creep, but the way his arm flexed when he opened the hood of your car gave you some feral brand of intrusive thoughts. The ratty band t-shirt and the faded jeans were working for him, too, or at least they were doing something for you. Time slowed when your eyes trailed over his arms and down the muscles of his broad back. He just seemed so… solid. You finally understood what your friends back home meant when they said they wanted to climb a man like a tree. You had jumped a little when Ellie slammed the fridge behind you and shouted at Joel about how he can’t just live in the shop drinking shitty beer and eating beef jerky. She had grabbed your arm to drag you to the house for an iced tea while he worked. 

Her comment sparked your idea. You figured Joel must be a utilitarian type. He probably lives on frozen pizzas–or even worse, those Hungry-Man frozen TV dinners–instead of making himself something fresh. Maybe he’s one of those guys who got really into smoking meats instead. Either way, you hope the lasagna you made from scratch and the other tray of cookies will be an acceptable thank you for his help. He can’t refuse it if you already made it, right? 

You pull up next to a truck, assuming it’s his, and that he’s home. Before you grab the tray, you pause to check your reflection and adjust your breasts in your white tank top, making sure your cleavage pokes out as temptingly as possible. 

You check yourself in the mirror with a look. Why does it matter what you look like? It’s not like you’re trying to fuck your only (almost) friend’s dad, right? Although she calls him by his first name, not Dad, so maybe there’s like a loophole or something if she’s adopted. You think about the calendar model and her perfect tits hanging on the wall over his tools. It can’t hurt to just do a little harmless flirting, right? Maybe you aren’t even his type anyway. 

After knocking on the door a couple of times, you frown, wondering if he’s not home. On the way back to your car, with your head hung in defeat, your ears perk up at the sound of something clanging in the shop. Of course! 

You skitter back to the front porch to leave your goods by the door and head for the shop to find that divorced DILF–Joel, you mean. It’s sweltering out, and sweat is beading on your chest after only a few minutes in the heat. The closer you get, the more easily you can make out the sound of his little CD player blasting another brooding, raspy ballad sung by a white man with a troubled love life. 

The garage door is shut, so you knock on the door on the side of the building. You wait a minute before testing your luck and opening the door yourself. Assessing the shop, you don’t see your man, sorry, Joel, at first glance. The music blasts, and the calendar model gives you the same impish smirk through her false lashes and a layer of dust, but there’s no Joel. The evidence clearly dictates that he’s in here somewhere, as his tools are strung around his project, the lights are on, and a beer with a sweating label sits on the edge of the workbench. 

You aren’t trying to be sneaky. You didn’t think to holler and announce your presence over the music. Plus, you didn’t fully get your bearings the last time you were here. Now, you can pick up a few more details as your eyes absorb everything they can about anything that gives you a hint about who this guy is. 

The guy that’s been haunting your dreams for a week. Last week, when you walked back to the shop with Ellie to check on your car, you nearly tripped, watching Joel wipe the sweat off his face with the bottom of his shirt. You had just caught a glimpse of the trail of hair disappearing under his jeans, but it was enough to replay in your mind every night as you created your little scenarios to carry you off to sleep. 

The scent memory was somehow worse. It was so easy to transport yourself back in time with the thought of the sweaty musk and the grease or oil smeared on his fingers. It shouldn’t turn you on, right? 

You remember thinking he seemed so knowledgeable when describing the issue. You had no idea what he was talking about, but his low voice and patience were enough to tell you he could talk you through anything. 

You notice a few other details as you enter his sacred space today. The woodworking projects, the band posters, and the pictures with Ellie and other family members tacked to the wall over another workbench. 

Still, no Joel, however. 

You circle the partially disassembled project truck and see a door to another room. It would be the office if the shop were a professional business. There’s a window along the wall, but instead of a boss watching an employee, it’s you hoping to see that brawny man and his dark curls. 

As you step closer, you nearly squeal. There he is. Well, at least, you can see the broad shoulders and back you’ve been picturing above you in bed. You practically skip to the door. It’s already open a crack, and you give it a knock, calling his name as it swings open from the force of your rapping knuckles.   

The next moment is a blur. 

“Shit, fuck, hold on!” Joel shouts gruffly as he slams the door in your face. But you already heard it. The phony wailing noises that came from the busted speaker on his phone. 

You still face the closed door, trying to process the interaction before he wrenches the door back open. He’s breathing rapidly, chest rising and falling, as he looks at you with wide eyes that quickly narrow. 

“What are you doing here?” he barks. 

Your hands fall to your sides, and you start to step back, ready to turn and run. 

He catches your fear and tries to adjust, but you’re faster. 

“Sorry,” you mumble as you turn and try to dash away. Joel’s quick, too, though, and he grabs your wrist. 

“Hey, wait,” he loosens his grip when you spin back towards him, “I just didn’t hear you comin’. Wasn’t expecting you.” 

“Sorry,” you repeat, stuttering as you continue, “I-I just, uh, just wanted to say thanks for your help last week.” You stare at the floor. Unsure why you’re embarrassed, you feel so small after he saw your face and practically shouted at you. 

“All right,” he rumbles. You’re too busy staring at the crack in the concrete floor to notice how his eyes are glued to your exposed skin. Or to see the blotchy red flush that crawls up his neck and toward his face. 

But your brain starts to catch up. Joel might’ve snapped at you, but you’re the one that caught him in the act. You don’t lift your head, but your eyes trail over his stained and faded jeans until you’re studying his crotch. 

Bingo. It’s almost too easy. You can make out the outline of his erection tucked up in his waistband. Even more glaring evidence is the open fly. You wish you had caught what he was watching. How does he like it? What does he search for when he wants to jerk off in the back office on a hot Saturday afternoon? 

He clears his throat, and you snap your attention to his face. “Was there somethin’ you needed?” He asks. 

“Yes.” You tell him you’ve got a lasagna that should get into a fridge before it reheats in the sun. He follows you toward the front door and into the house, not missing how your hips sway as you lead. 

Once the tray is shoved into the fridge, nestled between some takeout containers, he turns to thank you. “You didn’t need to do all that,” he gruffs over the cookies and homemade meal. 

You step back to lean against the counter, littered with mail and more coffee cups, and let yourself check him out up close. His faded Creed t-shirt has holes around the neck. He’s got that same sweaty man musk going on, and you wish you knew why that stirred your arousal, but your pussy lacks logic. 

“I know, I know,” you reply, “but you really saved my ass with the car, and I wanted to do something for you. You know, some way to pay you back?” 

“All right, well, thanks,” he trails off. He doesn’t seem to know what else to say. Maybe you should be on your way already, but he’s not ushering you out the door. 

This time, you do catch when his eyes drop to your chest. There’s no way you’re imagining the tension between you as you stand in his kitchen while he stares at your barely clothed tits, right? Fuck it. You’re gonna go for it. 

You take a step towards him. “I wasn’t sure if it was really enough,” your voice is soft and tempting, and your sweet perfume wafts towards him like a lust potion. Joel swallows thickly as you approach.

He knows you must’ve put it together, but he tried to delude himself. Maybe you couldn’t hear the theatrical screams of the woman he was watching get railed before he slammed the door in your face. He hopes all you heard was Chad Kroeger’s voice screaming, “This time I'm mistaken

For handin' you a heart worth breakin'” from the stereo.. on the other side of the shop. 

“You worked so hard,” you continued with one final step, and now you’re nearly toe-to-toe in front of him. “There has to be something else I could do.” You’re so close to him. He forgets to respond. It takes all his power to keep his eyes on your face. 

You have a wild urge to taste the sweat on his neck, but you keep your tongue to yourself. He hasn’t made any move to encourage you, but he hasn’t stopped you yet either, so you figure it’s worth taking a risk. 

“Maybe you’ve got a problem I could help you with.” You go for it, reaching your hand out to palm at the bulge in his jeans. 

Again, too many things happen at once. Joel snaps out a “What?” in disbelief. His hand circles your wrist tightly. His hips jerk, involuntarily bucking into your palm. Your glossy lips part into an “o” shape at the size of his not-quite-hard cock. And now you’re both locked into this position like statues. 

His fingers stay firmly wrapped around your wrist, but he doesn’t pull you away. Your fingers squeeze over his jeans, and your eyes flash wide as you can feel his cock twitch and stiffen at your touch. The touch that rapidly overrides your better judgment, drowning you in want. Your clit twitches itself in response, your nipples strain under your thin tank top, and your eyelids feel heavy immediately. 

“What are you doing?” His voice crackles like he hadn’t just used it. You slide your hand to pop the button on his jeans, and he releases your wrist as you flip it to slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers in search of his cock. 

“Let me help,” you say in more of a whispered tone. The searing heat between Joel’s legs makes you salivate. Your fingers graze coarse curls before you acquire your target, wrapping your palm and fingers around his thick shaft. His size has your cunt throbbing in your shorts. 

Joel’s eyes are squeezed shut. He looks nearly in pain. You pull your hand back out to let the pool of saliva on your tongue drip into your palm. 

“Jesus,” he breathes out, watching your lewd maneuver. “You wanna help?” He repeats your plea in the form of a question, a little dumbfounded. He’s trying to figure out what’s happening right now. 

“I do,” you answer in a honeyed voice as you dig your hand back into his pants. He’s unable to respond with words as you swirl your palm over the head of his cock, mixing saliva and precome, but his body eggs you on. He bucks into your fist, and you work quickly, pumping his throbbing length. The slick noises are muffled by the layers of clothing, but the grunts that catch in his throat shoot piping-hot desire straight into your core. 

He looks a little desperate, eyes slammed shut again, jaw slack, arms hanging uselessly at his side. And for god knows why, the entire scene pulls a moan from your lips. The sweet sound snaps Joel back to attention. His hands shoot straight to your breasts, cupping them gently to feel them bounce against the motion of your arm wrestling with his jeans to keep stroking his cock. 

They’re so close to spilling over your tank top on their own. Joel can’t resist tugging the thin material until they spill over the top. The sight alone nearly has him coming in his pants. But then you moan so loudly when he squeezes them both and pinches at your nipples, and he really can’t stop. 

“Fuck, fuck, wait,” he spits out, but it’s too late. His hips jerk erratically, thrusting into your slick fist, and he’s coming. It coats your hand and wrist and makes an absolute mess.  You relax your grip when his whole body seems to shudder and gently remove your hand. He tries to choke his groan of frustration before it surfaces, but he immediately pauses his shame spiral when he sees you suck your come-coated fingers one by one. 

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” you tell him. At the same time, he’s muttering curses at the sight of you. You’re feeling a little giddy that all it took was your hand and showing your tits to have Joel losing control and spilling his load for you. It has your mouth curling into an impish grin. 

He’s got the sight of you half topless in his kitchen, licking your fingers, looking awfully proud of yourself, etching into his memory. Before the blood can return to his brain, he grabs you tightly by the ribs and walks you backward towards the counter. He lifts you onto it and wrenches open your shorts, yanking at them as you lift your hips so he can slide them off of you and drop them onto the kitchen floor. 

Yes! Yes! Yes! The horny little goblins in your brain shriek and chant, incited by the rough and impulsive way Joel gropes at you. It’s barbaric, and that delights you. 

Sitting on the counter, you give him such perfect access to put his mouth on your breasts that he forgets what he was going to say. He mouths at each of them wetly, his beard tickling you as he’s busy sucking marks into your delicate skin. He sucks and bites at your strained nipples until your loud whines turn into a sharp gasp, and he pulls back. 

The heavy-lidded look on your face has him diving back in for more, and you groan and arch into his touch. You rake your fingers into the curls at the back of his neck and tug at him. He grunts and moans into your skin, and it drives you wild. You need to feel him closer. 

You grab the worn cotton on his shoulders until he lets you slip the shirt over his head and drop it onto the counter next to you. It gives you the briefest moment to take in the sight of his built chest and shoulders and softer midsection with that trail of hair you had memorized. You need to taste the salt on his skin. 

Spreading your legs wider, he slots his hips against yours at the edge of the counter, and you run your tongue along his neck. You slide one of your hands down the smooth golden skin of his shoulder, and the other nestles back in his messy curls as his mouth finds yours. 

He tastes like cheap coffee and the peppermint nicotine gum parked above his teeth along the left side of his mouth. You know it’s wrong that you can’t get enough. But you're helpless when he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, and you mindlessly roll your hips, seeking any relief. 

He’s grumbling in your ear about how it seems like you need help now, but you couldn’t care less about the words coming out of his mouth. His deep voice alone could get you off. You let out an uninhibited whine at the thought. 

“Jesus Christ,” he pulls back. His head hangs, staring at the floor. He shakes it in what you assume is disbelief. You don’t want to wait for him to think any further. You grab his hand, pulling it between your legs.

“Really, fucking, hot.” You echo your earlier declaration. Doing your best to sound assertive. You figure at least your soaked panties will prove your point. 

“Fuck,” he stifles a groan. You’re so wet it coats his fingertips through the thin material. He nudges his fingers into you, over your panties, and you whimper for him. The fabric sticks to you and makes an obscene sound as he toys with you for only seconds. “Oh, you do need my help. Hm?” 

You nod, spreading your legs wider for Joel to have access. He scoffs at you, displayed eagerly atop his kitchen counter. “Just desperate for me, aren’t ya?”

You snap your legs back shut with a glare. 

“No way,” you press, jabbing a finger into his chest, “you don’t get to laugh at me like I’m a slut for you when you just came in your pants for me.” 

His nostrils flare, and blotchy red patches creep up his neck again. You aren’t sure what kind of bear you’ve just, quite literally, poked. 

“But you are, aren’t you?” He challenges. “You came all this way in this excuse for a shirt, just for me.” 

He wedges his hand back between your closed thighs, and you relax just enough to let him work his way back to your core. Your breathing gives you away when it hitches and stutters as he traces his fingers along the hem of the fabric between your legs. You let your legs fall a little wider apart, and he sinks a finger beneath the hem and right inside of you to the knuckle. 

A whiny noise rolls in the back of your throat. 

“Shh,” he sinks a second finger inside of you, and your muscles spasm and contract, “that’s better, hmm?” He slowly pulls his fingers almost all the way out and then plunges them back in. He repeats this, and your core tenses as you writhe for him. 

“You need more?” 

“Yes.” 

“Yeah, you do.” He adds a third finger, and the slight stretch makes you hum. 

“You just need to be filled up, hm?” He teases you. Awfully confident now for a guy you just caught watching porn on his phone in a grimy back office in the middle of the afternoon. 

But your noises and impatient movements spur him on. His sticky cock is filling out his jeans again. He nearly drools at the thought of the wet walls of your cunt, currently wrapped around his fingers, sliding over his cock instead. He knows you want it, too.

“Don’t you?” He asks like you could read his mind.

“Hm?” You hum absently. Empty headed. You’re still taken by the entire pulpy, messy scene. 

Reveling in the vulnerability of being spread open on his cluttered counter as you’re both half-dressed and panting in the other’s hot breath. Any semblance of the lightness of your mood is quickly replaced with a blinding need. His fingers work into you, making obscene sounds, and then you add your own fingers. Circling your swollen clit just as he lets you in on his vision. 

“You wanna bounce on my lap. Fill this pussy with my cock.” 

“Yes,” you hiss as you hover at the edge. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he watches your fingers working deftly over your swollen clit. The encouragement tips you over. Your body jolts erratically as you contract around his fingers, and bright sparks of pleasure course through you. 

“Yeah, you’re gonna ride me like fuckin’ champ,” he decides. You pull at his wrist when you start to feel overwhelmed, and he slides his wet fingers over your soft inner thigh. He’s ready to grab you and carry you to the couch when both of your heads snap to attention at the sound of a door slamming in the driveway. 

“Shit,” he grumbles, looking for the clock on the stove before he remembers it’s definitely not set to the right time. You move nimbly, shimmying into your shorts, snapping your straps back over your shoulder, and brushing your hair out of your face. 

“Hey, wait,” he calls for you, but you’re on the move. 

“Let me know when I can pick up the baking dish,” you call over your shoulder. Luckily, Joel’s next guest seemed to know him better. They were off to search the shop first, so you didn’t collide with anyone before you got to your car. Joel stayed locked in the kitchen, catching his breath while you started to pull away. He didn’t see that you stole his dirty Creed shirt off the counter before you skipped out the door. 

When you grab it later to wear to bed, a naughty little smile tugs at the corners of your lips. When you pull the worn fabric to your nose to inhale deeply, you wonder if it’s one of those weird pheromone matches or something because you’re sure the sweaty man musk should be wrinkling your nose. 

Instead, it makes you think of his big arms and chest filling out the shirt. And how his shoulder and back muscles ripple under his sun-bronzed skin. What they’d look like coated in a sheen of salty sweat as he railed you, bent over his workbench, under the watchful eye of the calendar model and her flirty smize. 

The image has you interrupting your own scenarios-before-bed time. Maybe Joel needs a model from this decade. You giggle, bunching up the t-shirt to snap a tasteful shot of some underboob cleavage, with the faded Creed logo on full display. 

You send it off with no context, figuring it’s self-explanatory. It’s less than a minute before your phone buzzes, and you feel the intoxicating rush rip through your body before you pick it up to see just the heading on your lockscreen: 

Joel

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[surielstea]

Comfort by Candlelight

Based on this request.

Pairing: Lucien Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lucien comforts Reader during her torturous cycle.

Warnings: Mentions of menstrual periods | descriptions of throwing up | heart wrenching fluff (I need this man badly)

2.5k words.

The ache in my body came in relentless waves, crashing harder into me after the last. I'd barely made it into my room before collapsing onto my bed, curling into a ball and burrowing into the cold pillows, seeking reprieve from the sharp twists in my abdomen as I tucked my legs to my chest and let out pitiful, quiet sniffles.

The knock on the door makes me groan, half of me wishes whoever it was would just go away. Of course, the door creaked open and I was met with a concerned-faced Lucien taking up the doorway with a steaming mug in his hands.

He paced to my bedside, setting the hot tea down on my nightstand. "I made your favorite blend— it's not as good as your brew but, I tried." He mumbles and I smile softly at my mate. His amber eye looks me over, his brows creasing as his concern grows for me.

"Also—" He fishes a small vial from his breast pocket, the clear liquid inside already making me grimace. His eyes softened at my reaction to the pain tonic. "I know you hate the taste but it'll take the edge off." He reassures, placing the vial beside my steaming tea. "So let's sit you up and you can wash it down with some tea yeah?" He says, standing upright and peering down at me.

Slowly, I nod and he moves to help guide me up, putting a pillow behind me as I lean back against the headboard. "Alright?" He asks cautiously and I nod again.

"You don't have to baby me, you know," I remark as he hands me the vial after unscrewing its cap.

"I know I don't have to," He says, grabbing my tea, keeping it warm with the fire at his fingertips. "But I want to." His gaze doesn't falter as he brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. "Now drink, and then you can have the tea." He croons, keeping my mug captive.

I huff a sigh as I bring the vial up to my lips, trying not to breathe in as I downed the oddly thick, syrupy medicine. I groan as I swallow it down and he was quick to bring the rim of the mug to my lips. I drank deeply, the perfectly tempered beverage spreading warmth throughout my entire body. I hum delightfully and take another sip, pulling my legs up to my chest.

"Good?" He asks tentatively and I nod, pulling the drink away.

"You might have to start making my tea all the time," I chirp as if it were a warning. He smiles softly, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of my head.

"Fine by me, just say the word and I'll do anything to make you feel better alright?" He murmurs into my hair, his calloused hand cupping my cheek gently.

He pulls away and I look up at him, tears brimming my eyes. His brows crease. "No, no baby what's wrong?" His hand on my cheek moves along my jaw, wiping the invisible tears beneath my eyes. "Nothing— you're just, so kind to me," I sniffle. He knew full well I was only acting like this because of the imbalance and swing of my hormones but it was still endearing to see me so torn up about his affection. "I don't deserve this," I murmur and his smile shifts into a frown, that, that he had a problem with.

"No." He said sternly. "No, my love you deserve everything good that there is." He reassures. "Now I'm going to draw you a bath, you stay here alright?" He said and I nodded, still sniffing.

Only a minute later he was returning to my side and guiding me into his arms, carrying me bridal style into our bathing chambers. He gave me the dignity of undressing myself while he poured my favorite oils and salts into the bath, stirring it with his hand, simultaneously warming it with the fire in his veins.

Once I was bare he guided me into the warm water, my muscles immediately soothing over at the change of temperature. I let out a soft sigh as I relaxed into the tub, leaning back and allowing the heat of the water to sink into my very bones.

"Are you trying to make me love you more?" I ask through a groan as he moves to lather an expensive-smelling soap along my bare skin.

"Is it working?" He asks with a sly tone, and there was that bantering, foxlike Lucien I loved.

"Maybe, keep going, and then I'll decide," I murmur, leaning into his touch, the familiar sensation of his rough, large hands being so delicate with me. "You know, I could get used to all this pampering," I add, voicing my every thought without any hesitation.

"Mm, good. I'm not going anywhere." He says as he finishes up washing me, not missing an inch.

I craned my neck back to look at him, peeking one eye open and finding his button-up white shirt rolled up at the forearms, but still damp at the edges nonetheless, yet he stared at me like he had no intention of changing until I was asleep.

"Go change, I want to soak for a few more minutes," I shoo him away, waving a dismissive hand.

"I'll be back to dry you off," He says, his tone falling back into that comforting, warm voice.

He shuffles out of the room, leaving the door cracked in case I need to call for him. I released a soft sigh, closed my eyes, and relaxed into the bath. Wincing slightly as a wave of pain shoots up my side. The pain tonic should kick in soon, and then hopefully I'll be able to sleep.

I rub at my eyes, exhaustion from my own body being at war with itself weighing on me with ceaseless pain. If the pain wasn't so intense I think I'd just sleep through the rest of the week.

Lucien came back in, as quiet as a cat on his feet, now changed and styled in only a pair of pajama pants. I admired the view of his bare torso in the candlelight— when I noticed the stack of clothes in his hands, as well as a towel draped over his broad, bare shoulder and a stack of more feminine products in his other hand.

"You want to dress yourself or do you need my help?" He asks as he places everything on the counter. I cringe slightly at the idea of him watching me secure my pad in my undergarments.

"I'll do it," I utter, standing from the tub and he rushes over to hand me the towel.

"Okay, I'll be just outside," He whispers, silently communicating that he didn't care what I asked him to do, and only wanted to help. I nod and take the towel from him, beginning to dry off as he leaves the bathing chamber yet again.

I move to where he had placed my clothes, noticing he had somehow selected my softest nightgown. I smiled and slipped the silky dress over my head, then put on a fresh pair of lined underwear. Once I was done I let my hair down and nearly laughed at the image of myself in the mirror. I looked horrendous, utterly terrifying. I combed my hands through my hair, attempting to create some semblance of being put together.

All the movement was beginning to make me queasy. My breath hitched as nausea began working its way up my stomach. I gripped the edge of the counter, taking a deep breath and hoping it'd fade but my body refused to lose this fight— and suddenly I was rushing towards the toilet with bile rising in my throat.

I hurled, the feeling burning my throat as tears sprang to my eyes. I didn't even hear the door open, or the rushed footsteps before Lucien's warm hand was guiding my hair away from my face and his other was rubbing soothing circles on my back.

I whimpered once the worst of it was over, my body aching as I gasped for air, wiping at my mouth and sniveling.

"I'm disgusting." I huff. "Why aren't you running for the hills by now?" I murmur, looking at my mate lazily.

"I've seen worse. Trust me, this doesn't crack the top thousand." He reassured and I let out a breathless laugh.

"Top thousand, hm? You must've led a very interesting life before you met me." I drawl, my voice weak due to the rawness of my throat.

"I don't remember much of a life before I met you." He said cheekily and I rolled my eyes.

"How can you tell me that when I've just puked half my lunch up?" I scowl.

"Because you're beautiful." He replies without missing a beat.

"Liar." I retort.

"Maybe, but it hasn't stopped me from sharing has it?" His smirk deepens.

"Pervert." I huff.

"I prefer 'Devoted Mate', but whatever you say." He continues and I frown at his insistence on being the best male I have ever met.

"I'm going to bite your face off," I warn, deciding my nausea was done wreaking havoc on my body and stumbling to my feet— which Lucien had guided me to.

"As long as you're not biting any other parts off, we're doing just fine." He jokes as I walk over to the sink, cupping my hands beneath the cool water and rinsing my mouth thoroughly.

"Careful," I cautioned while wiping my mouth. "Or I might reconsider." I smile, wrapping an arm around his bare torso and leaning on him for support as he takes us back over to the bed.

I flopped down onto the warm mattress, curling into the excessive amount of decorative pillows that I was too exhausted to throw off the side of the bed. "Oh, love," Lucien tuts, guiding me to readjust into a more comfortable position, then taking the time to remove the useless pillows from the bed. "Better?" He asks as he sits on the edge of the mattress, helping me pull the blankets higher up my body.

I nod softly. "Much better," I murmur and he smiles, his eyes flicking over to the spot he usually slept in.

"Do you want your own space tonight? I can sleep on the couch— or even the floor if you want me to." He offered after a moment of silence.

I nearly laughed. "I don't want you anywhere but right next to me," I say with a shake of my head and his shoulders slumped in relief.

"Oh good, I really did not want to sleep on the floor," He sighed while slipping into his side of the bed. I giggle, the sound turning into a groan as a piercing pain twists in my abdomen. The corners of his lips tug downward at my clear discomfort. The tonic should've begun working by now, but something told me I hurled that back up only moments ago.

"I wish there was more I could do for you." My mate said with a reassuring kiss to my temple while gathering me into his arms, pulling me into his chest, and encasing me in the scent of a crackling fire and sandalwood, the smell reminding me of being wrapped in a well wore leather coat on a crisp autumn morning.

"There is one thing you could do," I suggest slowly and he looked at me curiously, and even in the dim light I could see the devotion in his eye— the willingness to do anything I asked, silently pleading with me to just say the word.

I reach around to grab his hand that was resting on my ribs. I brought it around, guiding his palm and long fingers to cup over my lower stomach. "Mmkay, now warm it up," I mumble, his brows crease in confusion but he does as I say— and his hand feels like the first rays of the sun after a long winter.

I smile as my sharp pains ebb away from the heat, my muscles relaxing under his loving touch. "Am I just your personal heater?" He asks in a quiet voice, rubbing his thumb over the area of bare skin.

"A damned good one at that," I murmur while burrowing into his neck, craving the warmth there too. I kiss his bare collarbone, delighting in the sensation of his heated skin beneath my fingertips.

He pressed kisses to my hairline, so subtle I wouldn't have felt it if he were anyone else— but Lucien's kisses were different like each one was a piece of himself he was offering to me, heavy with the weight of his love. I pulled back from his shoulder to look up at him curiously.

"Thank you, Lucien," I whispered, my lips ghosting over his.

"Don't thank me." He shakes his head, his nose grazing mine slightly at the action. "Don't you ever thank me." He leaned closer, closing the distance between us. I melted into the feeling of his lips on mine, his hand on my abdomen growing slightly hotter as he got lost in my lips. I hum in amusement, pulling back and for a second I thought he might chase me back onto his mouth, but he remained still, staring at me with only reverence.

"I love you," I profess quietly, my hand coming up to cup his jaw, my thumb brushing over his cheekbone. "So much," I add, leaning in once more, chastely peppering kisses over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, where sun-kissed, freckled skin was.

He smiles beneath my soft kisses, his eyes shimmering with warmth and affection. "I love you too, more than words can ever express," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. The sincerity in his gaze makes my heart swell, the ache in my body momentarily forgotten in the presence of his love.

As I pull back, I rest my forehead against his, letting the moment linger. The world outside seems to fade away, leaving just the two of us cocooned in our little sanctuary. "You're so good to me," I whisper, brushing my fingers through his tousled hair. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," He retorts, guiding my head back into the crook of his neck. “Rest now, you need it.” His hand soothed through my hair, detangling the ends silently, the quiet intimacy of it all making my stomach twist— this time, in a good way, similar to butterflies soaring.

“Goodnight Lu,” I murmur into his warm skin, pressing one last kiss to his neck. He didn’t reply, just continued to stroke my hair as I succumbed to the warmth of his affection, the darkness of night slowly wrapping around me— and he was the flickering candlelight that lulled me to sleep, my body finally finding rest as I meet a peaceful slumber.

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[monakisu]

rating oil paintings i did in high school based on their likability (to Me) ⊙▂⊙

light study 💡 - the earliest one out of all of these bcuz i technically painted it in middle school but then went back in HS to add the seagulls and boat so i could fit it into the theme of my AP art portfolio LMAOOO but still one of my favorites, which is sorta sad cuz it’s so old… 9/10

filial love - honestly didn’t care for this one very much because it was meant to just be more fodder for my AP portfolio but turns out my mom likes it a lot!! she says it reminds her of “the lion of judah ✝️” (whoever that is) so i was happy to give it to her! she displays it in her room so her fondness really carries this one’s rating: 10/10

play nice with your brother!! 🐻‍❄️ - i like this one a lot! because it’s one of the only paintings my hardass art teacher let me use neon colors on (or at least as neon as u can get with oil paint). usually he just paints over my colors to make them grayer. that guy… otherwise this one is just not very interesting. 8/10

koi pond 🎏 - PRIME EXAMPLE OF WHAT I MEAN when he paints over my stuff with gray!!! i was so excited to paint this one and added all sorts of flair that i like—pink dots as leaf highlights, super detailed colorful water—AND THEN HE JUST WENT AND SMEARED ALL MY DETAILS 💀💀💀 so i Hate this one and avoid looking at it as much as possible. 0/10 below it is a version from a diff angle that i did in an hour with shitty free acrylic verrryyy recently in college, and u can just see how i went ham on the colors right?! eugh. what could’ve been… 🪦

with heavy heart ❤️ - a pretty big old lady (18x24”). i feel obligated to like her because she won me the congressional competition for my district so i got to go to the capitol to see her framed there and briefly meet my stale white bread representative but HONESTLY all i can think about is how hideous my makeup was at the time and i get upset. 🙁 i do think this granny is very pretty though!! 7/10

my ocean blue 🪼 - this one im not sure if i like it or only tolerate it. i just wanted to paint a super colorful coral reef!! "🐠🪸🫧" you know?? but my mom and teacher said it Needed a message for ~intrigue~ so they brainstormed together (without me) and made me add this random ass child with a VR headset smack dab in the middle… something about cyberreality? IDK i just want her ass gone so badly. i also never got around to finishing the stripes on that fish in the front but nobody calls me out on it so it's whatever 🤷‍♂️ LOL 4/10

radial self portrait 🎯 - HUGE DEVIATION IN STYLE not only bcuz this one’s gouache instead of oil but also because i got to paint without an old man (art teacher) hovering over my shoulder!!! 😸 it was my first time painting something super stylized and i realized that painting can actually be Not Agonizing!!! 😸😸 this was at my summer camp where we had to come up with a radial pattern using a compass (i hate that little pointy shit) and then combine it with our self portrait. it’s me having a headache! i painted this in a single stressful sleepless night because i have HORRIFIC time management when i’m left alone so it’s pretty sloppy. also at the time i had those blonde e-girl bangs hahaha… i still like this one a lot!! i was just SO happy i didn't have to go photorealistic AND i could use my favorite colors (mainly hot pink)!!! 10/10 😸

overall my high school painting in experience was spent beefing with my art teacher and inhaling paint fumes. sort of miserable honestly -_-

[stardew-shitposterino]

Stardew Valley Bachelors and how they’d react if you told them you’ve never dated anyone before

Headcanons about our baby girls :3 “Never dated” also refers to no romantic experience whatsoever. The Farmer is gender neutral, for Harvey’s it could be read as afab but I leave that up to your imagination

Content warning: mild nsfw

Sam:

-he doesn’t care because same LMFAO

-admittedly, he feels more comfortable with that piece of knowledge as he doesn’t feel as pressured to do everything right

-“wow, Farmer, really?! I wouldn’t have guessed, but me neither! B-but don’t worry, we will handle this together. This will be so much fun!”

-he’s excited to explore this new chapter of your life together…with lots of kissies

-can’t believe he is the first person to call you his’ and feels extremely flattered by it. He won’t shut up about it when he’s with Abi and Seb

-the smexy time with him will be a blast though. He’s maybe not the most skilled lover, but his enthusiasm makes up for all of it. He helps you relax and take it light. Be prepared for lots of praise and absent-minded filth coming from his mouth

Sebastian:

-homeboy really doesn’t give a shit tbh, he doesn’t even give you a big reaction

-we both know he hasn’t dated before either, but it’s nothing of his concern either

-“…ok, that’s cool…(?)” *proceeds playing games on his console”

-though you don’t have any reference points, he’s still trying to be the best boyfriend he can be for you because you deserve it (he won’t say that though)

-what can I say, he’s pretty indifferent 🤷🏼‍♀️

-about intimate business though…he has no clue what to do and wished at least you knew, but you both make it work. The first time is a bit too gentle, but that will change once you get the hang of it. It’s nerve-wrecking to him but he’s also excited to learn all these new things with you and make you feel good

Harvey:

-Harvey wouldn’t mind either way, he knows you’re an adult and that you can choose to live your life however you want to with whoever

-buuuut, unlike with the others, it makes him even more anxious that he is your first partner and wants to make everything right.

-“I’m not the most exciting guy, but I’ll try my best to make this relationship perfect for you, because you deserve nothing but the best.”

-His last relationship was years ago, so this feels new to him as well. He takes things slow with you, especially since he’s very shy and needs to ease into things as well. Everything being new to you makes him feel young again

-feels guilty for going further with you too as he doesn’t want to mess things up. He knows how painful and uncomfortable it can be and wants you to remember it fondly, peppering you with lots of kisses, soft touches, hand holding and prep work

-overall, he’s the best first boyfriend you could ever wish for. He’s caring, polite and cute :3

Elliott:

-ma man, ma boy, he has waited for this moment

-Elliott is a notorious romantic, of course he will take this opportunity to make your time with him the most special experience of your entire life

-“It will be a pleasure to show you the world through rose-coloured glasses, my love. *kisses your hand all so gently*. So you won’t ever forget that you are the light of my life, that you are loved.”

-not that he wouldn’t wanna do that if you had dated anyone before, but he goes along with things differently depending on your experience

-if you’re new to this, he will take it slow. The last he wants is to push you to do things you’re not comfortable with

-he’s a very romantic man, but that also encapsulates that he’s a very sexual man ( not in a creepy perv way of course, just very passionate about the whole gist of being intimate). But he waits with that for a LOOOONG time before he plans a romantic bedroom date with a hot bath, rose petals and body oils if he knows it’s your first relationship

-a lot of rom-com-esque adventures await you with this fine gentleman, and the build up to the big night will be worth the patience ;)

Shane:

-Quite frankly? He’s flustered the house lol

-I’m talking big rosy blush across his face and big eyes

-like, you chose HIM to be your first? Really?!

-he always thought highly of you, but now he has to reconsider how smart you could possibly be when you want him to be your first relationship

-“Uh, wow…a-and you’re sure you want to make this experience with me ?! Of all people?!”

-He has had many meaningless hookups in the past, but relationships….oof they weren’t that deep, and he never cared about any of them like he cares about you.

-He tries his best. He’s not an anxious mess like Harv, but he still watches how he behaves around you because he doesn’t want to break your spirit regarding relationships…he doesn’t want you to feel the way he has felt about love and trust

-though he had some hookups, it’s been A WHILE K, so he has major anxiety around your first time together. As much as he’d love to devour you, his anxiety makes him avoid it for the longest time. He wants nothing but the best for you, and he still doesn’t think highly of himself, not to mention his chub. But at some point, he is able to let his guard down as he knows you wouldn’t judge him for something like that ever.

Alex:

-ALEX, my precious…well yeah he is stoked ngl LOL

-he is a whole jock jerk but that’s all a facade, so this piece of information makes him a little less anxious but the more excited to give it his all to make this a one-of-a-kind experience to you

-“wait, REALLY?! That’s aweso- I mean, that’s interesting. I can consider myself a lucky guy to be your first boyfriend. You won’t ever regret it, I promise 😉” *dies on the inside and wants nothing but to scream in excitement*

-BUT it also boosts his ego through the roof. He can’t believe he is the guy that made you want to go the next step, especially as no one else made you want to have a relationship before him

-He’s nothing but a good old-fashioned lover boy. Man grew up with his grandparents, one of them being Evelyn (my precious granny), so he has some manners and knows how to treat a lady (if you’re not a lady, he will treat you like one regardless because that’s all he knows lol)

-I’m sorry but…man’s horny, and though he wants to take things slow for your sake, he will take the first opportunity to take you to bed with him let’s b real. He will be gentle with you and tries his best to make it “first time friendly”, but it is very hard for him as he has dreamed about this since the first time you’ve met.

[eepiebeepie]

RANDOM MIGUEL HCS

I have so many thoughts about this man you don't understanddddddd

~ HE CANT COOK Like he can but only when he's sleep deprived and zoned out. He'll make the best feast you've ever seen but if he's well rested and awake he can barely make pasta HE NEEDS TO BE POSESSED BY HIS ABUELITA TO COOK LIKE A GOD THEREFORE ONLY SLEEP DEPRIVED COOKING BC CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM SO FRUSTRATED WITH SLIGHRLY BURNT FOOD AND THEN ONE DAY HE WAKES UP TO ALL OF THIS BOMB ASS FOOD AND HES SO FED UP he's just like- come on and no matter how hard he tries he just can't replicate it because he tries measuring but sleep deprived Miguel measures with his soul so its not as good. The desserts in the Spider Society Cafeteria are all his abuelas recipes (he will never tell anyone that though. He's sworn the cook to secrecy)

~He always smells like grease and oil because in the spare time he has at work or when he's frustrated and needs a little distraction he works on little mechanic projects. No matter what cologne he wears (he always smells delicious) there's the underlying scent of car oil

~He's like a cat sometimes. A very large very heavy cat that insists on wrapping his arms around you and leaning on you while you cook for him he's not very aware of the fact that he's almost 300 pounds of pure muscle atop you

~Secretly likes being the little spoon because you make him feel safe

~Would rather suck a lemon than admit he likes the music you listen to (he hides his Spotify from you because his workout playlist is most of you songs)

~Loves letting you put eyeliner on him while you're getting ready for a date. He gets ready quickly and sometimes he gets impatient so you grab his chin and smudge some gel around his eyes. Much to your detriment it makes him look hotter and he stares at you all puppy in love while you put it on him.

~He always wants a lipstick stain of yours on his jaw. Always. He's a taken man and he hates people flirting with him, he just turns his jaw long enough for whoever to see. He will absolutely take you to sephora and hand you his card. You go through lipstick like water becaise of him(edited)

~He smells like car oil/grease, mexican hot chocolate and orange blossom fabuloso. always the orange blossom fabuloso bc hes a clean freak

~Has a soft spot for animals, especially bunnies. They're so soft and cuddly and he would rather die than admit he has a pet bunny because he'd be teased relentlessly

~Miguel is the type of man to drive like Dominic toretto taught him how to drive Ain't not a care in the world swerving and weaving. You're late? Hahaha no. You're there 5 minutes early with coffee in hand because ue drives like a bat out of hell You know he boutta pull up because you can hear his car 10 minutes before he actually shows up. Man got diabolical bass and subwoofers The house vibrating the road vibrating alladat man He pulls up with shades and one arm out the window like "cmon mami we got places to be"

~He can definitely do your hair. He knows how to use a curling iron, flat iron, blowouts all of it bc of Gabi. His hair is always so luscious because on god he has more hair products than you and he takes at least 15 minutes each morning making sure his hair is soft and perfectly styled. If youre going out hes for sure doing your hair "mami you look like a princess hold on let me do your hair."

[ya-zz]

okay, didn’t tell you i was coming in here so hi my love.

i did mention this idea to you a little though, i need some junkrat x reader but it’s reader introducing junkrat to their mom. (ana)

just some parental fluff please <3

thank you sweetheart :3

Hiiii, hello~

I hope this is what you were looking for

Junkrat x Reader (gen)

Word Count: 1337

You had been dating the junker for a few months, never a day went by that was the exact same as the other. He was something else entirely, definitely not someone you would’ve thought you would fall for given his looks or demeanour. Jamison was a little bit of a hot head, figuratively and literally, but you loved him all the same. 

He would do anything to make sure you were okay, he didn’t care about himself, as long as you were okay, that’s what mattered most to him. His hands were gentle when he held you, calloused fingers grazing against your cheeks, thumb on your lips when he was intimate.

Jamison would always smell burnt, even after the countless showers and baths he would share with you, but despite the smell, you had grown used to it. He was messy, but his workstation was always clean. His hands were always washed before he stroked your soft skin, oil and debris scraped from under his fingernails. 

But, there was the underlying issue; Jamison wasn’t exactly the man someone would take home to meet their partners parents. Now, your mom, Ana Amari, wasn’t judgemental, she lets you love whoever you want to love, but Jamison probably wasn’t the man she had in mind for you. 

Sooner or later, however, you’d have to let him meet her. 

It was a plan in the works. Get him washed, clean him up and begging for him to wear something presentable. It was a struggle, but he was committed to it. To you. 

…

…

“I need you to trust me.” You say to your mom. 

“Oh, sweetie, I do.” Ana starts, her hand holding yours before she reaches for her cup of tea on the coffee table. “If you love him and he treats you right, that’s all that matters. Not all junkers are a piece of crap.” 

“He’s just not… someone you’d think I’d fall for.” There was hesitation laced in your tone as you spoke. “But I love him regardless, no matter what you say or think.” 

The woman lets out a hearty chuckle. “My dear, you are worrying too much. Are you happy with him?” 

“Yes.”

“Do you feel safe with him.” 

You hesitate for a split second, hoping she doesn’t pick it up. “Yes.” 

Her eyebrow raises. “You hesitated.���

“Mom-” You sit up straight. “I feel safe with him.”

She nods her head, humming in response, though it was an uncertain hum. 

“Jamison has his moments, but that is irrelevant.” You try to reassure her. 

“Has he done anything to hurt you?” She asks. 

“No. Never.” You take a sip of your own tea. 

Ana nods her head again. “You would tell me if he does?” 

“Yes. You have my word, mom.” You smile, a genuine look that reassures her completely. 

“Alright.” She returns the smile. “Now, when do I get to meet this gentleman? I will cook for us all.” 

“How does tomorrow night sound?” You suggest.

“Tomorrow…” Ana looks through her calendar on the holopad. “Tomorrow is perfect. What does this junker like to eat?” 

…

…

You spoke to him that night, hand attempting to comb through his hair. “You’ll get to meet her tomorrow.” 

“I won’t lie to ya, I’m kinda nervous.” 

“You? Nervous?” You laugh, wiping away some dirt from under his eye. “Come on, she won’t hurt you.” 

“But she is the esteemed Ana Amari.” He leans into your touch. “And your mum too.” 

You laugh softly. “Regardless of her status, she’s looking forward to meeting you. She’s making your favourite food too.”

You saw the way his eyes lit up when you mentioned what Ana was cooking for him, it makes your heart flutter, the anxiety you were feeling dying down instantaneously. 

“Don’t worry so much. You’ll be fine. We have all day to make you look presentable.”

Jamison’s cheeks rise in heat as your thumb grazes over it. You plant a soft kiss into his lips as his hands pull you flush against his body. 

“One last night of fun before you completely ruin my good looks?” Jamison whispers against your lips, a smirk forming on his own. 

You let him push you down, lips crashing together. “You bet.” You gasp between breaths.

…

…

The day finally came, Jamison was washed and dressed, hair slicked back and the dead, burnt ends were cut. He looked… more or less presentable, at least more than before. 

“Are ya sure I look okay?” The junker asks, looking over himself once more in the mirror. He was wearing casual clothing, shirt and jeans, nothing too fancy or over complicated.

You pull the sweater over your head, smoothing the fabric over your torso. “You look perfect, love.” Approaching him, you wrap your arms around him, planting a kiss to his cheek. “Come on, we don’t want to keep her waiting.” 

The drive over there was tense, you could tell he was nervous. The way his leg bounced, the anxiety rising within him, you had never seen him like this. You place a hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing gently against the cloth. 

“You’ll be fine.” 

“I sure don’t feel fine.” He admits sheepishly. His eyes are vacant as he looks out of the window, watching the passing scenery. Jamison looked pale, body shaking slightly. 

It was hurting you, but the drive was almost over, you were nearly there. 

Once the car pulled up to the driveway, you take a moment to breathe, the nervousness rising within you. 

“Come on.” You say, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Think of the food.” 

His eyes softened as he nods. “I am pretty hungry.” A toothy grin and laugh escapes him as you laugh alongside the junker. 

Ana appears at the door the moment the pair of you stand on the porch, arms open and awaiting for you to hug her. You waste no time in doing so, feeling her warmth envelope you. 

“It’s good to see you.” She speaks, the familiar warmth in her voice. 

“You say that like you didn’t just see me yesterday.” You joke as you pull back. “Mom, this is Jamison.” You turn, opening your hand and gesturing over to your partner. 

The junker ruffles his hair before scratching the back of his neck. “G'day.”

“Please, come on in.” Ana gestures for the two of you to enter the house. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You escort the junker to the sofa where Ana brings over some tea and a special drink for your partner. You nudge him. 

“Cheers!” His demeanour completely changes when he holds the cup of boba. The childishness that radiates from him makes you smile. 

“Figured it would make you feel at ease.” You admit, knowing that it was his favourite drink. 

Ana sits down on the sofa opposite the pair of you. “Your partner has spoken highly of you, Jamison. I’m glad to hear you’re treating them well.” 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course!” He looks over at you with a toothy grin on his face. “They mean the world to me. Wouldn’t change ‘em for anythin’.” 

“Stop.” Your cheeks flush. 

Ana lets out a soft chuckle, eyes creasing at the corners. She sees his genuine smile, the honesty in his voice as he speaks. As she sips her tea, she listens to the stories he tells her, the mischievous adventures he went on with you. Jamison was excited, the anxious nature finally dying down as he finally feels like he’s home. He has another parental figure in his life, one who he believes would help him when he needed it. 

“You really are happy.” Ana states, eventually standing from the sofa after an hour. She sees you nod, the same creases in the corner of your eyes. 

Jamison watches as Ana walks towards the kitchen. The next question she asks makes the junker giddy, his body warm with excitement and a sparkle in the otherwise crazed eyes.

“Now, who’s hungry from some Junkertown loaded burgers?”

[queenofallimagines]

Hi! This is literally my first time requesting anything ( I couldn’t see if your requests were closed or not but if they are please ignore this), but I would like to request daisuga x first year (black) reader please? :)

Also, I love your blog! It’s so hard to find people who make hcs for black people so when I found you I was sooo excited :) love you, and have a great day!

This has so much flavor anon ily🥹

Daisuga:

- this is the funniest relationship ever congratulations

- Bc not only are you dating two third years daichi is constantly tired of you and suga’s shenanigans

- Suga can run w the best of em I fear so daichi is left in the dark when y’all start acting goofy 😭

- “No bc I’m not about to let her shenan😒”

- “???? What?”

- “Daichi keep up🙄🙄Bc if you let ‘em shenan once best believe they gon shenanigan!”

- He’s stressed!!

- Suga is just as chaotic as noya and hinata so he can be the mom friend but in more of a wine aunt “get they ass!!” Type way

- And he’s very “if you do it imma do it too” so god help whoever starts shit w you be he’s got your follow up💀

- Daichi making sure you do your homework

- Constantly pestering you to sleep and heat healthy too

- Likes bringing you to vollyball practice buuuut highkey lowkey you a distraction

- Noya and Tanaka asking you how you managed to pull them both and also you’re just really chill to hang with

- Hinata and kageyama have huge little sibling energy even tho your in the same year

- Putting tsukishima in his place Lmaoo

- Y’all gossip buddies sorry don’t make the rules he’s the devil on your shoulder encouraging you to be meaner

- “Drag them👀”

- Plus you’re besties w asahi by proxy so you get along w the whole team

- Sticking up for asahi to stress out daichi more>>>

- “Leave that little guy alone!!”

- “LITTLE HES LIKE 6”2????”

- Sleeping over at sugas house and cuddling is like the best past time activity

- he has a bonnet you left there that he keeps when you come over

- we will NOT let you put in on yourself he will put in in you like a crown lmao

- daichi gets jealous bc he insists on doing it every time you guys sleep together

- will oil and braid your hair up for bed

- I feel like daichi is really good at helping with your hair

-if you get either of them a durag as a joke they will wear them seriously and not take them off

- Along with working out!

- Daichi will definitely not let you ogle him and suga as they workout so you’re gunna be sweating too

- Which suga will definitely pull a “let me help you get in the right position” to feel you up

- He’s definitely shameless about how attracted he is to you like he’s NOT ashamed to show that he’s with two hot people

- Daichi is more reserved to where PDA is just holding hands, head pats and cheek kisses

- Really makes it look like you guys are just really good friends but will say your his partner without hesitation

- Suga is going around parading how hot his two partners are and how he’s the luckiest guy in the world

- Planning your wedding as we speak tbh

- Daichi was trying to bite his tongue when two classmates were making jokes about how he’s a third wheel and suga and you will ditch him and start dating

- Like at first he was like lmao you have no idea

- But they’re were really trying to make him insecure

- To which he goes

- “ACTUALLY both of my partners make sure to spare equal amounts of their time with me”

- Like he will subtly flex his relationship if people want to act up

- Suga will show up to your classroom to collect you for lunch lmao

- Everyone is all shook bc this super pretty third year shows up and he’s the volleyball teams setter?

- And he’s like “I’m here to get you so we can eat lunch together💕”

- Lmao he will embarrass you by being so sweet

- Asahi praying for you tbh bc you have to put up w both of them at once

- Also hope you don’t have any classes w tsuki bc he will “go as your boyfriends” YOU TO DEATH!!

- “Hey kei can I borrow a pencil?”

- “You can’t go ask your boyfriends if they have one??”

[mandiemegatron]

༺ 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞 ༻

Shachi x cisfem!reader

A birthday treat for all the Shachi lovers out there! I love you, my main mans!! 💖💖💖💖💖

Rated: G

Reader has a huge crush on Shachi, the moment friends become lovers, Reader is a baker, sweet and soft!!

No beta for this, if you see any mistakes, no the fuck you didn't 🥰🥰🥰

ᴿᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ ⁱˢ ʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᴳ, ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ! ᴹᴰᴺᴵ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵃᵇᵉˡᵉᵈ ⁿˢᶠʷ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵇˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ. ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ! ♡

The sweet smell of baked goods constantly floated through the Polar Tang ever since you joined, not that anyone's ever complained. Whoever said the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, they weren't lying - especially when it came to Shachi. 

It didn't take the redhead long to catch your attention, always happy to be the guinea pig for your goodies, which, in turn, caused you to spend the most time with him. It didn't bother you in the slightest. 

It got to the point where you would gush to Ikkaku every night as you both settled in your small, shared room, your best friend shaking her head every time with the reply of, “Just tell him!” 

“Absolutely NOT,” You'd snap back, horror flashing across your face before bursting into genuine laughter with her. 

One beautiful Sunday in April, the only place you would be found was in the kitchen. From the moment you woke til the sun set, you worked tirelessly on a new recipe you were praying would come to fruition. 

Taking a bite of your newest creation, you frowned after a few chews, giving a heavy sigh through your nose as you stared down at the pastry. 

“What's got you down, jelly bean?” 

You jump in surprise, turning around to see Shachi sitting at the island that separated the kitchen from the eating area. He had a playful frown on his face, almost in a mocking manner as he chuckled out, 

“Jeez girl! What's got your panties in a twist?” 

He snickers as you whip your small, half bitten donut ball at him, catching it in his hand before popping into his mouth as you reply, 

“I'm just… frustrated. I've been working on this for days and I just…. Can't figure out-” 

“What it's missing?” 

You huff at him with an unimpressed look at him cutting you off, though you nod slightly and continue, 

“It's getting me worked up, I won't lie. I just, ugh, I don't know.” 

You give a heavy shrug before leaning against the counter with your arms crossed, your head tilting back as you give an irritated glare to the metal ceiling. 

“... want some help?” 

Your head raises so you could stare at him instead, eyes flickering over his shaded face to find any indication of joking. You then gave another heavy sigh before nodding again, waving to your bowl of batter on the counter beside you. 

He quickly sat up and came around the island, humming and haa-ing to himself as he looked over everything on the counter. 

“Are you dead set on the vanilla?” 

You raise a curious eyebrow at him though he doesn't reply, instead grabbing a small vial of caramel extract, giving a small grin before opening the lid and tipping it into the batter. You stiffened at his actions, watching him with a hawk-eyed stare as he moved it into the batter before making a small ball and dropping it into the pot of oil on the stove. 

He carefully used the slotted spoon to turn the ball over, finally taking it out when it was golden brown. He spooned it into the bowl on the counter containing sugar and cinnamon, rolling it around for a few seconds before taking it out and holding it out to you. 

“Shachi, it's still hot! Put it down, you goof!” 

He laughed and shook his head slightly before taking a bite, his sharp teeth tearing into the donut ball easily. He hissed as steam immediately rose, his free hand coming up to rub at the tip of his nose before offering you the other piece. 

You cupped a hand under his, ready to catch the ball, but he didn't drop it, only holding it closer to your face with a slightly cheeky smirk. You rolled your eyes in return, a playful grin on your own lips as you took the rest of the ball into your mouth. 

You couldn't see it, but his eyes widened behind his shades, his breath catching in his throat as your tongue brushed against his fingers tips, lapping the cinnamon sugar off them gently. You haa-ed out the steam, quickly chewing the donut, and you couldn't stop the wide grin that overcame your face as the sweet tasted danced over your tastebuds. 

“Shachi! That was genius!” 

The redhead grinned in return, rubbing the back of his head with a shaky laugh before he replied,

“Ah, it was nothing. I just feel like I've watched you enough to know what would work well?” 

You rested a hand over your heart as you gave a soft, “Aww, Shachi…” before you pulled him into a tight hug. He clung to you in return, his heart pounding in his chest as your perfume fell over his senses. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to breathe you in as much as possible, etching the feel of your body against his into memory almost desperately. 

When you finally pulled away, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, grinning up at him as you commented, 

“I couldn't have done it without you. Thanks Shachi.” 

He couldn't reply, his words dying in his throat as the sound of his heart thudding descended him. He stared down at you near breathlessly, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he leaned in slightly. 

Your cheeks burned at the movement, your eyes flickering from his shaded eyes to his lips a few times before you met him halfway, your eyes finally sliding shut as your lips met his. 

He pulled you right to him, chest to chest as one of his hands went to your hair, his palm cradling the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lips, begging for entrance. You gave it with a soft, muffled moan, your fingers tightening around his boiler suit as if to keep him as close as possible. 

When you finally parted to breathe, you stared each other down before he finally broke the silence with, 

“... So, that totally means you're my girlfriend now, right?”

You blinked a few times before bursting into laughter, grinning up at him as you responded, 

“I guess so! I also guess this means it's your birthday gift.” 

He choked at that, his own cheeks burning as he jokingly moaned out, 

“Aww, you didn't get me a real gift?” 

You laughed and shook your head, one hand moving to cup his cheek as you brushed the tip of your nose against his lovingly as you joked back,

“You don't need anything. Just knowing you have me now should be more than enough!” 

Shachi pouted slightly before leaning in to press a few soft kisses to your lips, holding you to him again for a bit before finally letting you go. He gently pushed loose hair from your face behind your ear before asking, 

“Did you want me to help you with this?” 

You looked over your shoulder at your project for a moment before humming, turning back to him with a small grin as you commented, 

“Honestly, I think I'd have much more fun doing this with you. I'd love your help.”

He grins in response before peppering your face in a few sweet kisses, thanking whatever gods existed above that you loved him just as much as he loved you. 

“Best birthday ever,” he breathed, catching your lips in one more loving kiss. 

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Looking for your Cardinal?

Fem!Reader x Papa Emeritus III (Terzo), mentions of Reader X Cardinal Copia

TW: semi-public sex, mentions of getting caught, technically cheating??, smut, nothing but smut

Word Count: 1.6k

In which the Reader has a spicy dream about her Papa. (Based on true events which happened to me this morning 😂)

You quickly scurry through the halls of the abbey looking for the one in red. Up the stairs your feet carry you as you hurry towards your private meeting spot, although it won't be private for long; classes start soon.

The Cardinal had told you to meet him there, as he'd been burning the midnight oil to make some alterations to his cassock and he wanted you to be the first to see them.

Quickly but quietly opening the door to the study room, attached to a large classroom, your eyes scan the room for anything red. That's when you see it, and it catches you off guard: Terzo sprawled across the little sofa like a cat getting a good sunbath. "Looking for your Cardinal, eh?"

"I, uhh..." You look at the floor, trying to admire the pattern of the rug.

"Don't lie to your Papa, Sorella. You don't think I know about how nostro Cardinale makes you sing like a song bird for him?"

You blush bright red, as he demands you come over to him, "Come on, sit, bella ragazza."

You do as you're told, sitting next to his lying form on the tiny couch. He isn't in his usual long tailored suit coat; you suppose it's too early in the morning for that. It's intoxicating being this close to him, taking in his features, surrounded by the fragrance of his cologne, especially while his fingers delicately trace shapes on your hands and up your arms, which rest stiffly in your lap.

He props himself up, his face right next to your ear and a hand not allowing you to move away from him, "Mi piacerebbe sentire la tua canzone, dolcezza." With a nip to your earlobe, the cat had caught the songbird like prey.

You let out a nervous breath before your lips found his. 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘊𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

Next thing you know, you're kissing that silent prayer right into your Papa's chest, black lipstick trailing his torso closer and closer to his desire.

As Terzo flips you onto your back, it's like he's purposely taking his time with you, urging someone to walk in. He nips at your thighs, drawing little breathy whines from you, "Brava ragazza. Continua così..."

Pushing the skirt of your habit up, his teeth tease at the waistband of your panties, his hot breath on your skin making all sorts of little hairs stand up. "Did you wear these in hopes your Cardinal would like them?" He works the habit up over your head, "Perhaps in hopes that they would fall to the floor at his hands?" As if to accentuate his point, he throws your habit across the little room, the fabric rustling into a pile in the corner.

Shrugging his shirt off, he positions his hips on top of yours with your legs on either side of his grabbable little waist. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? But before you can really feel bad, his hardness is grinding against you through layers of fabric. The feeling is absolutely delicious but leaves you both wanting more, as told by your wanton moans. Terzo leans down to press his needy mouth to your neck, leaving a string of sloppy, open-mouth kisses. You can't help but return the favor, peppering his shoulder with love bites. He rocks against you like that for a while, truly savoring taking his time with you, until you hear the sound of feet shuffling and doors opening and closing in the hallway.

"Cazzo, class is starting, principessa..." Terzo languidly whispers in your ear, "What if someone sees us? What if your precious Cardinal comes looking for you, hm?"

His erection still grinding against your clit makes it impossible to think, the sound of Siblings, high clergy, Ghouls, whoever outside the door only heightens your excitement. "Fuck, Terzo..."

"Fuck what, eh? Fuck you? I could arrange that, Tesoro," and with that, he rips you up off of the couch and pulls you into a tiny utility closet and locks the door this time. It's pitch black, but you can tell you've been leaned up against something cold and metal, drawing a hiss from you. Maybe a washer for the Siblings' habits? You don't care as you search for Terzo's lips again, and you find them with fervour this time.

This time when his fingers tease the lace of your panties, they do hit the floor, just as he described earlier. His fingers waste no time in traveling to your center, diving between your folds gracefully, and they only leave you to remove your bra.

Clearly an experienced lover, your Papa's hands traverse your body, finding all the little spots that will make you chirp for him. As he has one hand between your legs and the other around your throat, you reach out for him, unhooking the pants he was straining against. They slid down a bit, exposing his defined hips and the bright pink tip of his cock. Your thumb gently teases at the leaking slit, which earns you a growl from the man before you're thrown up onto what you presume to be a washing machine.

He aggressively kicks his pants off before pulling you to the edge of the cold metal, lining himself up with you, but he doesn't sink into you just yet. Oh no... He's got more teasing to do.

Terzo takes his length in his hand, pumping himself lazily a few times, "You can hardly take your eyes off it, dolcezza. What would the Cardinal think? Do you think he knows how badly you yearn for another?" The last part is whispered right in your ear. Gently at first, you feel his hard member stroking itself against your core again, slicking itself up in your want for him. Every time he rakes over your clit, you choke out a squeak, trying to stay quiet as classes start all around you. "It wouldn't be a shame if someone were to see you like this--è una bella vista. I can see why our Cardinal likes to make you wail so early in the morning, for everyone nearby to imagine what he might be doing to you."

"P-Papa... Please, Papa..." you whine for him, hooking your legs on his hips to pull him closer. The throbbing between your legs is so intense, you can already feel your core tightening.

"Please, what, bambino? What can Papa do for you?" He brushes a hand through your hair, appreciating the flush on your cheeks.

"Fuck me, Papa! I need it, I need you," you beg for him.

"Mmm, you need this?" he asks, teasing you yet again by pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.

"Please, yes, please, Terzo," your eyebrows knit together and you can't stop yourself from bucking your hips. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺, 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

You can't take it anymore as he tickles your neck with kisses once again. Your heel finds the back of his knee, and in one swift move, you push him to the hard marble floor. You hungrily take in his form while you move to straddle him: leaned back against something on his elbows, legs spread at the knees, his angry red cock kissing at his bellybutton. "My, my, dolcezza," he looks at you deviously, his heavy brow bone making his scowl intense, "I should almost say that it should be the Cardinal that sings for 𝘺𝘰𝘶-"

Unlike Terzo, you waste no time in sinking down on his member, and it rips a loud groan from both of you. His arm wraps almost protectively around your waist as you take your pleasure from him, making plenty of noise like your reputation had suggested.

"Beautiful, dolcezza, bellissima... I just had to hear you myself," Terzo praises you between moans of his own, his hips rocking up into yours to match your pace.

"God damn it, Papa," you squeeze your eyes shut, still bouncing on his cock at a dangerous speed, "Terzo, I'm already close- you fucking tease."

"I know the Cardinal has his tricks... But I have mine, sì?" he chuckles deeply before commanding you, "Vieni per me, dolce ragazza. Lasciami sentire la tua voce..."

Your release crashes over you, screaming Terzo's name, a melody of rhythmic moans spilling from you as he continues to thrust into you, taking you through your orgasm. Your legs shake and your pussy clenches tightly around him.

You hear a small, "Fuck..." escape your Papa as he furrows his brow and his head rolls back, obviously lost in the heights of his own climax.

Suddenly the door bursts open and you see a flash of that unmistakable red fabric before you're jolted awake.

"Mia cara, are you alright?" Copia's soft voice washes over you; you're wrapped in his silk sheets, his arms draped around your waist. "You're not too warm are you?" He checks your forehead with his hands.

"No, I'm okay, w-why? What's wrong?" you try to maintain a calm voice, the last waves of your apparent orgasm still rippling through your core.

"Nothing, dolcezza, you were just having a dream and started twitching about. You had me worried for a moment, that's all," his obvious concern for you quickly pushing that dream from your head, but certainly not the tension that had grown between your legs. You meet your Cardinal with a fiery kiss, throwing a leg over his hip. "What's gotten into you, mia cara?" he chuckles, "It's been years since we woke up so early to make love."

But you did that morning.

[borathae]

Chapter 22

oc definitely needs a wheelchair after her flabbers were gasted ♿♿

I didn’t even know that he could cook.” HE PUT THE KOOK IN COOKING I’ve seriously never seen him that productive before.” sex so good, boi got enough energy to complete his missions/side quests

“that dude’s so happy today.  Very suspicious when the emo is happy👀

“Le food is served”, he says in a fake French accent. DOES HE KNOW FRENCH??? what languages do they all know??

“No we didn’t!” you and Jungkook exclaim at the same time, haha they are so annoying like your besties and they just announced they did xd

“Was it fun?” Seokjin teases, making weird sex noises afterwards.FUCK OFF I LOVE U TOO MUCH

“I. Hate. You. Guys”, Jungkook whines, hitting them with the kitchen towel repeatedly. HES PROTECTING HER *sorry not sorry kook

“JK come back, we were only teasing!” oh no he went away, jack come back

He is carrying the biggest pout on his lips, kicking the air with his feet in a constant rhythm. FUCK GO KISS HIS POUT AWAY

DAMN HE IS THAT GOOD AFTER DECADES??

HIS GIGGLES SMILE AND LISP HIS CONFIDENCE AAAAAH Now, he wasn’t good at it, he winked with both eyes BYE IM ASCENDING TO UNICORNS, BUBBLES, GLITTER AND RAINBOW UNIVERSE

punching whoever pressed you against the wall straight across their face. this is a cool way to show she is learning from yoongi

FUK JIN TALKING WITH HER, IM SOOO WUWU OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND BANTER i just love this whole thing you know?? the plot the writing, smut, description, smell, banter, emotions FUCK RVERYTHING AAAAH

woah whats going on? is it his weak arm? right arm hmm WOAH WTF huh did he run to his room?

2seok pls 😭😭 them completely ignoring her, like parents talking about their kid

“I was hoping you’d forget about it” hobi pls💀 jin is a menace for giving him the uncomfortable talk

yay guessed it was his uniform he was a pretty popular guy in his unit. He feared nothing, was well known for his strength and stamina on the battlefield and from what I heard he had perfect aim too.” damn soo cool oh shit being that good must have hurt when he got turned and felt all worthless/guilt

fuck thats so sad wtf, ok now did he for real lose all of the comrades or is there someone still left 👀👀()oh that would make sense why vampires would be there

wait i think im confused?? so enemies killed everyone, a ripper came and saved kook by feeding him blood and he would have survived as a human BUT THEN SNAPPED HIS NECK? WTF

yeah he definitely got the saddest origin story idk even know what to say, he would definitely get your ass if he knows he is a character written by you 😭

They won’t even notice it. You just need to be quiet i doubt that but ok

The curtains dance in the wind. It is not a beautiful dance, almost as if they wanted to escape the cold. But you can’t escape it, you have to face it in order to get to Jungkook.  yeah im marrying this paragraph

I still didn’t return to my parents, I still couldn’t kiss my darling goodbye, or pat my dog’s head one last time. No, for my family I died on that battlefield” shit he never saw them afterwards and now they are dead 😭😭😭

yall now dont fall from the rooftop. imagine dying cuz u kissed so hard u fell off the roof😭😭😭 DAMN HE TOOK US INSIDE THE ROOM WHILE KISSING SETTING NEXT LEVEL STANDARDS OOF

he knew how impossible such a request for a monster like him is, but now that he can hug you and kiss you he realises how stupid he was.  😭GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS

SHIT THAT TOOK A TURN that we all xpected but still got scared

“Don’t move away from me”, he orders, controlling your mind on instinct. fuck, all the progress just went down the drain (it didnt, but thats what he is going to think and go back to his shell😭)

It is not an unbearable burn, almost as if a little droplet of hot oil landed on your skin when you grill bacon. is her skin sensitive from horny and scared or is it actually "vampire saliva heat magic"?

fuck im so sad alexa play truth untold

oc definitely needs a wheelchair after her flabbers were gasted ♿♿

hahahah there are no lies in this statement ajfjdsf

I didn’t even know that he could cook.” HE PUT THE KOOK IN COOKING I’ve seriously never seen him that productive before.” sex so good, boi got enough energy to complete his missions/side quests

HE IS SO CUTE!! GOSH I love how he is so happy that he is just doing lil house stuff <3

“that dude’s so happy today.  Very suspicious when the emo is happy👀

no but I love the memes cause this was definitely them at Kook ahahha (in a fond way)

“Le food is served”, he says in a fake French accent. DOES HE KNOW FRENCH??? what languages do they all know??

OKAY I WANNA TELL YOU but it will be revealed. actually fuck it jfsadjf

Jungkook can speak Korean & English fluently

Hoseok can speak Korean & English fluently, he can speak German with a heavy accent and he knows a decent amount of Japanese

Seokjin can speak Korean, English & French fluently and knows enough German & Italian to get around

Yoongi can speak Korean & English like a native speaker, he knows almost every European language to different levels and knows a secret language I can't reveal yet for spoilers reasons

the others I won't reveal right now because of spoilers JFAJDSFJ

“No we didn’t!” you and Jungkook exclaim at the same time, haha they are so annoying like your besties and they just announced they did xd

LIKE THEY ARE SO OBVIOUS GAAAH

“Was it fun?” Seokjin teases, making weird sex noises afterwards.FUCK OFF I LOVE U TOO MUCH

I LOVE HIM HE IS SO CHAOTIC <§

“I. Hate. You. Guys”, Jungkook whines, hitting them with the kitchen towel repeatedly. HES PROTECTING HER *sorry not sorry kook

like it's so cute goshhshshsh :(

DAMN HE IS THAT GOOD AFTER DECADES??

LIKE HE IS JK OF COURSE HE IS <3

HIS GIGGLES SMILE AND LISP HIS CONFIDENCE AAAAAH Now, he wasn’t good at it, he winked with both eyes BYE IM ASCENDING TO UNICORNS, BUBBLES, GLITTER AND RAINBOW UNIVERSE

GAAH I forgot this part :( omfg I'm so SOFT for him 😭

punching whoever pressed you against the wall straight across their face. this is a cool way to show she is learning from yoongi

like she is actually so hot

FUK JIN TALKING WITH HER, IM SOOO WUWU OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND BANTER i just love this whole thing you know?? the plot the writing, smut, description, smell, banter, emotions FUCK RVERYTHING AAAAH

gaah this is so great to hear thank youu 💜

woah whats going on? is it his weak arm? right arm hmm WOAH WTF huh did he run to his room?

HELLOOOOO

yay guessed it was his uniform he was a pretty popular guy in his unit. He feared nothing, was well known for his strength and stamina on the battlefield and from what I heard he had perfect aim too.” damn soo cool oh shit being that good must have hurt when he got turned and felt all worthless/guilt

I'm actually crying 😭😭😭

wait i think im confused?? so enemies killed everyone, a ripper came and saved kook by feeding him blood and he would have survived as a human BUT THEN SNAPPED HIS NECK? WTF

YES that is exactly what happened. like that Ripper was evil cause why did you do all that???

yeah he definitely got the saddest origin story idk even know what to say, he would definitely get your ass if he knows he is a character written by you 😭

yes yes 100% 😭😭 no but the more shit I put my characters through the dearer they are to me JFJADSJF I am evil like that apparentLY FJADSJF

The curtains dance in the wind. It is not a beautiful dance, almost as if they wanted to escape the cold. But you can’t escape it, you have to face it in order to get to Jungkook.  yeah im marrying this paragraph

heheheh thank youu 💜💜

I still didn’t return to my parents, I still couldn’t kiss my darling goodbye, or pat my dog’s head one last time. No, for my family I died on that battlefield” shit he never saw them afterwards and now they are dead 😭😭😭

LIKE I'M SO SAD 😭😭

yall now dont fall from the rooftop. imagine dying cuz u kissed so hard u fell off the roof😭😭😭 DAMN HE TOOK US INSIDE THE ROOM WHILE KISSING SETTING NEXT LEVEL STANDARDS OOF

he is so hot and romatnic and sweet and hto andnasf and nfads

he knew how impossible such a request for a monster like him is, but now that he can hug you and kiss you he realises how stupid he was.  😭GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS

I LOVE HIM I SAD BIG SAD

It is not an unbearable burn, almost as if a little droplet of hot oil landed on your skin when you grill bacon. is her skin sensitive from horny and scared or is it actually "vampire saliva heat magic"?

oooh good questionnn 👀

[sl-newsie]

Warm With Love (Ice x OC)

Can I make a request for Ice from WSS? Where Velma likes him and makes her think that he cheats and she tries to leave but then he catches her at the train station and stops her from leaving? Thanks and happy new year!!

(I looked up Ice’s real name and it’s Diesel Smith. Not to be confused with the other Jet named Diesel!)

Whoever says snow is a nightmare doesn’t know what they’re missing. Yes the wind is so cold my face hurts, yes my feet are ice cold numb. But it’s all worth it to see the bugs die. And along with the bugs my emotions feel just as lifeless. It’s amazing how a single moment can change someone. Sometimes it’s a fight, sometimes it’s an injury. For me it was a kiss.

I love Diesel Smith. A love skin-deep that I’d never betray. Apparently he had other ideas. 

The annual Snow Ball is supposed to be a magical event, one filled with fancy dresses and fun dancing. I wore a pretty dress, I danced along with Maria and Diana. I was so happy. Then I saw Ice, Diesel Smith, dressed handsomely in a nice suit. I was so looking forward to dancing with him. Next thing I know I turn around to find him locking lips with Velma Anderson.

That was two days ago. Two days for my heart to wither and die. My parents agreed that a fresh environment would do me some good so they arranged for me to visit my grandparents in Maine. Now that I’m at the station, still numb from the blizzard outside, all my feelings start tumbling through. How have I become this? Was I too stupid to trust him? Will I be able to handle homesickness-?

“Elaine!”

And now I’m even hearing Ice’s voice in my head.

“Elaine! Wait up!”

Scratch that. He’s running up from behind. Wait- what?

I turn around and see Ice racing towards me. Just keep going! It’s not worth it. I’m almost to the ticket counter-

Suddenly I feel someone grab my hand. He’s got real guts for showing his face!

Ice pants to catch his breath. “You never answered my calls. I went to your house and your folks said you was leaving.”

I yank my hand away and avoid his gaze. “Why would I answer your calls, Diesel? After the stunt you pulled it’s pretty obvious that I don’t want to hold onto what will make me sad. I’ve become the juiciest gossip, the laughing stock of all the goils at school, all because I wasn’t good enough for you.” I give one final nod to clarify my decision. “Goodbye, Ice.”

He keeps staggering after me as I walk down the hall. It’s after the holidays so there’s not much traffic. Maybe I can get a seat to myself-

“But- But honey I luv you!”

God, why do you have to make this so hard?

I take a deep breath and stop to grab the side counter to steady myself, still avoiding his gaze. “I thought you did too. Then I saw you there with Velma.” Fighting my nerves, I look up slowly. “I’ll miss you, Ice, but I will not be part of something like this. I will not be the other woman.”

Before I burst into tears I sprint onto the train just as the doors close. After quickly finding my seat I hear the train begin to start. I suppose now I should start looking for a temporary job once I get to Maine-

Tap tap!

A loud noise jerks my head up to see the maniac himself clinging outside my window.

“Please, Elaine? Just let me explain. Open the window!”

Now I really am crying. Hot tears stream down my cheeks and remind me of how much I’ve been holding back. I don’t know why I’m listening to him but sure enough I unlock the window to allow the Jet inside. The frigid air outside sends a chill down my spine and almost freezes my tears. Ice tumbles into my lap and I feel he’s just as cold.

“Just let go, Diesel!” I shove him off.

He’s quick to stand up and kneels in front of me. “Do you remember when we met?”

When we…? What’s he playing at?

“I’ll always remember. It was January, on your birthday. You were helping your dad with my car in his shop, and it was so cold the oil froze. Your dad said to keep working. I gave you my gloves, your hands were so cold…”

Ice sees I’ve started to calm down (even though I’m still mad) and he cautiously reaches his hands out to grab mine.

“Yours are cold.”

I bite my lip to keep a sob down. “Cold numbs pain. But I don’t think this pain will go away.”

“You’re right.” Ice’s simple words clench my heart even more. “It won’t until I prove it to you.”

I slowly lift my head to look at him through watery eyes. “Prove what?”

Ice is closer now. His eyes aren’t the same. Not so cold or fearless when he’s with the Jets. Instead they’re… afraid. Soft and timid, as if he’s afraid he’ll never be happy again.

“Prove that I love you. Velma kissed me. I never said yes. She just- just sprang it on me. But I understand why you don’t believe me.” Now he’s starting to tear up too. “You deserve the world and more, honey. I’m jealous of the guy who’s gonna steal your heart wherever you end up. But if he’ll make you happy, then I’ll be happy.”

Oh God… He does luv me. It was all Velma, not him! Relief and joy rush through my veins, rekindling the spark for Ice I thought I’d lost. There’s no way I could trade this for any other man.

“Then you’re jealous of him,” I point to his reflection in the window.

Ice looks back and forth between me and the window with a stunned expression. “I don’t get it. All I see is me.”

“Exactly.” His eyes widen as I press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I want you in my life, Diesel Smith.”

“Oh my God thank you!” Ice falls into my lap and pulls me in for a hug to kiss the top of my head. “I promise you will never be the other woman, you’ll be my only woman. And I’m your man, sweetheart. It’s you and me against the world.”

“Won’t the Jets miss you?”

Ice shakes his head and lays it on my lap. “I quit. Told Riff I’m giving up the Jets to start a clean life.”

My jaw drops. “But I thought-!”

Ice presses a finger to my mouth. “The Jets aren’t gonna miss me, Elaine. Yeah I’ll admit I’m sad to leave but I’d hate it even more if you’re not with me.” He snuggles closer. “Could ya wake me up when we get to- wherever it is you’re going?”

I laugh and stroke his soft hair. “Sure thing, Diesel.”

We both settle down in the seat in a comfortable silence and as Ice falls asleep I watch the billowing snow through the frosted window. The weather can dish up the coldest winter but I don’t care. Ice keeps me warmer than the sun.

[bettie-may-page]

Yup, it happened again! Third times the charm? May 23rd. 2023

The mural of Bettie Page on the side of Jessica Baxter’s house is one of the few works of art you can see from Interstate 5 in Seattle. But it seems not everyone is happy about it: Earlier this week, vandals used red paint to deface the mural, which features the 1950s pinup model, with her signature black bangs, and John Waters’ drag queen muse Divine. Also severely damage was the unprotected Britney Spears/Laura Palmer mural by Two Thangs that was destroyed.

The mural, located at the intersection of Seventh Avenue Northeast and Northeast 59th Street, was attacked at 2 a.m. Sunday, Baxter said. The vandal wore a compressed air tank which was filled filled with a red oil-based paint, she reported, “slowly walking around the house, soaking the mural as well as coating a separate kitchen that helps feed the homeless, leaving a mess behind”.

She said the vandals also made off with a “Black Lives Matter” sign.

The attack happened so quickly, Baxter said, that by the time she’d woken up and gotten to the window, whoever had targeted Bettie and Divine was gone.

Baxter said she had no idea who was behind the nocturnal attack. They “didn’t leave a calling card or manifesto,” she said wryly. She reported the attack to the police.

The mural has been more positively received by others. This is also the third time the Baxter home was targeted.

A GoFundMe page set up to cover the expenses of the repainting had already exceeded its $4,000 fundraising goal as of Thursday afternoon. “That mural is tied to many good summer memories and it is a beautiful piece of art!” wrote one donor.

Originally painted in 2005 by artist John Green, the mural was previously attacked in 2016. Also in late June of that year, vandals threw gray paint on the mural and, reported The Seattle Times at the time, left a message — “Stop exploiting women’s bodies” — signed only “some feminists.”

Contemporaneous accounts and comments from those who knew or engaged with Page’s work would suggest this is a misreading.

As artist Olivia De Berardinis told the Los Angeles Times in a 2008 obituary of the model: “[I]t took me years to understand what I was looking at in the old photographs of her. Now I get it. There was a passion play unfolding in her mind. What some see as a bad-girl image was in fact a certain sensual freedom and playacting — it was part of the fun of being a woman.”

After the 2016 vandalism, artist Two Thangs repaired the damage to Page and added the second image, this one of drag queen Divine.

“The ladies became fast friends and we were so proud to have such incredible and unique art on our house to share with the I-5 passersby,” wrote Baxter on the GoFundMe page. “People tell us all the time that they love the painting and it makes us so happy to contribute to a sense of community that was once [a] hallmark in Seattle but has been on the decline.”

Baxter said Two Thangs would be returning this month to repair the work again. “We’re gonna keep putting it back up,” she said.

On her GoFundMe page, Baxter said that house painters she’d already hired for a different project “sprung into action” the morning the mural was defaced, using a pressure washer and paint thinner on a historically hot day to clean up most of the “oil-based red glop.” But Bettie and Divine “will still need touch ups.”

For that, Two Thangs will be flown in from Rhode Island to work his magic on the icons. “We just want our girls back and we want him to be well compensated for it,” said Baxter. Any donations over the goal will go to support the LGBTQ Youth organisation at Lambert House.

If you with to contribute i have added the link to the Baxters Go Fund Me page which includes further information on the destruction.

[twostepstyless]

I need to know what those thoughts are!!!!!

Lmao it depends on how you feel about pleasing how you’ll feel about my thoughts tbh. Let’s get into this though. This is probably going to end up under a cut because I'm just going to word vom and see what happens lol

First for a quick wee thought on the actual product, so I own three polish sets (perfect pearl, shroom bloom and hot holiday), I also have the pleasing pen, I had the hot holiday spritz and I own two apparel items, the pink shroom bloom frog tshirt and the original black pleasing sweatshirt. The nail polishes I'm a bit ropey about, I don't use them that much because I do my own extensions and gels, but when I do I find they chip easily, which could also be a me issue because I use my hands in all of my work so they take a bit of a beating, colour pay off is great, some colours need a few coats but decent enough. What I will say about the nail stuff though, Pleasing nail stickers are some of the best nail stickers I've ever used, but I need to hit someone over the head whoever keeps deciding to make full coverage nail wrap stickers, that's not what the girlies want and if anyones using them, you're lying to yourself. The wee illustration ones from Shroom Bloom and I suppose the wee letters from Perfect Pearl and my gals! I have burnt through them and I would love to be able to buy more of just the stickers they're so feckin good! Apparel is good, I appreciate the sustainable practices, they wash well, I've never had any fit issues with them, yeah 10/10. I'd like to own one of the lambswool jumpers from a curiosity point of view but not sure I'm in the headspace to drop 260 on it without feeling it first. The pleasing pen is good I'm a big fan of it, it sometimes reacts a bit iffy with at least one thing in my skincare routine for the under eye but its not bothered me enough for me to actually look into what's reacting with it. I'm a slut for a lip oil so I love the lip end. I also loved the toner spritz from Hot Holiday and if I ever make another Pleasing purchase I will be adding another one of those into my order. Idk if it ever really done anything life changing, I just liked it.

What I'm going to say first, I do think Harry still has a sufficient level of say on what's being released etc. Do I think he's sitting in all the creative meetings coming up with the story of the next drop? No, but I do feel like he's in the loop and could say no or "how about this" and have some form of creative control. I think what they're selling and the brands target market versus their actual current customer base, don't completely match up. I think what needs to be said, Pleasing do not want to sell to Harries, and when I say "Harries" I mean like Harries ™️©️ . The gals with Harry in their profile picture and Harry-coded social media handles, Pleasing do not want to use you to promote the brand, but who is Pleasings biggest consumer currently? Harries. I think the push back of that is really evident, have you ever noticed when Pleasing repost consumers content on their instagram story and occasionally their grid, its from peoples social channels who appear to have no visible connection to being a fan of Harry on their socials or if they do its very understated. Pleasing want to be a luxury brand not a singers merchandise. Next time you see Pleasing repost consumer photos, have a look and pay attention who they are reposting and you'll notice it, because we all know fan accounts are buying it, posting it, and tagging pleasing in it, but they won't see the light of day of Pleasings feed. By them pushing these “non-fans” (and that’s not to say they’re not fans of Harry, they probably are they just don’t look like the fan girl Harries the brands trying to hide) photos it sells a story of "look this isn't just fangirls buying it because it's Harry Styles, look at all these normal people buying our products!!" to entice normal beauty and apparel consumers to consider shopping with Pleasing the brand and not Harry Styles' brand Pleasing.

Their price point is proof of this also. Pleasing is expensive, we been knew. What I will say first though, sustainability is fucking expensive. I can't speak about price points of sustainable materials in the cosmetics industry because I know nothing about that, but I do know about sustainable textiles, and they're incredibly expensive, and pleasing are truly doing the most they can do in their apparel to create it ethically and sustainably, and that comes at a cost. Sustainably sourced cotton can be priced up to four times the price of more accessible cottons. Then of course they want to be deemed a luxury brand, so that comes with a luxury mark-up. Mark ups are a thing that’s how brands make money. When I first started studying fashion and textiles I had a professional development course that had us create and cost a single garment and the mark up percentage was set at 200% that’s just how it is. Now we all know that Harry fans come from all walks of life, age range, economic backgrounds, what jobs and careers we have etc, that's all obvious to us who are involved in that. To the boomers and big wigs behind the desks however, they think that the people who run the fan accounts etc are still the teeny bopper gals who have to get their parents to take them to the concert and ask for the concert tickets for their Christmas and birthdays etc (which fyi there is nothing wrong with but this is all hypothetical etc) and therefore won't be able to afford Pleasing with their own money if they even have their own money. So if they can price those people out they won't have to deal with the Harries ™️ looking like their only customer base. When as I said before, that's not the case, the gals running the fan accounts aren't just the 13 year olds with their dads card and a dream any longer. I'm a 26 year old woman with my own disposable income and a Tumblr blog who happens to own some Pleasing products.

So I think Pleasing try to distance themselves publicly from Harry as they can, but they still need to involve him at some base level to get the ball rolling with sales etc. Hence he uses the apparel publicly, he appeared in the fragrance advert because that was a new venture for them, not that I'm saying he's forced into that, that makes me sound like one of those mad conspiracy people and that's not what I'm getting at. Of course he likes his own product, he would be mad to put out something he doesn't wholeheartedly like, that would cause more damage than good, but if he's involved visually, that triggers the Harries TM to buy into the product spiking the sales therefore garnering the interest of their actual target market, they start reposting "normal" consumer photos therefore causing more "normal" customers to buy into it. I think they would love to cut out that "Harries TM" stage but that's not going to happen just yet.

However, I think the fragrance launch is the step in the right direction for them to get to that. Firstly, fragrance people are mental, they love buying into new fragrance brands, reviewing etc. They were who was at that Selfridges launch that first day. They connect with other fragrance consumers and collectors, not the "Harries," if they like the product, they bring in the fragrance lover demographic, which is who Pleasing want. As a quick aside, I think the price point of the fragrance is actually pretty fair, for 100ml bottles, decorative bottles, sustainable for both the perfume and the packaging and it was made with a legitimate perfumer.

Next, they choose to launch at the corner shop at Selfridges rather than the ordinary London pop-up shop they've done previously. Why is that important? Did you know there are only four Selfridges stores. That's a level of exclusivity Pleasing are after. Harrods would be another level but as far as I'm aware Harrods don't have an equivalent space to The Corner Shop in Selfridges therefore don't do things like pop-ups etc its more permanent brands within the shop. If Pleasing were an apparel only brand I could see them doing something similar in Dover Street Market, and I wouldn't write that off as something that won't happen in the future because I think it could. People who regularly shop in Selfridges are also the people Pleasing want to be buying their product, who have a bit more of a frivolous disposable income. The U.S doesn't have the equivalent shop I don't believe to do a similar style of launch hence they've had to go with independent pop-ups in LA and New York, where they already know that it's likely that the majority of customers visiting those pop-ups are going to be Harry fans first rather than the luxury consumers they can pick up from just having a visible presence in Selfridges. If they were to do an in-store launch in the U.S, maybe Bergdorf's perhaps but I think they inch towards a more Harrods level and Pleasing aren't there. Places like Bloomingdales and Macy's are also not exclusive enough for the launch Pleasing they want. They are a small scale luxury brand and I truly believe they want to stay that way for the time being anyway, hence they're launching in a shop that only has four physical locations.

To cut a long story short ig? The product is decent but who they're making it for and who's actually buying it doesn't quite marry up right now and I think the still have to rely on Harry being Harry and being liked and likeable outside of his own fans and have him involved visually to generate sales rather than the brand being able to stand on its own two feet in the luxury market.

[whitherwanderer]

3 // altar (extra credit)

Gig type: Transport Objective: Grab a package, get it over the Night City border, then give me a call to arrange a handoff. Location: San Luis Obispo, SoCal < ɢᴘꜱ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛ > Details: A client of mine is waiting on a package of goods that you can’t get in NC by the usual means. Not without customs picking a fight anyway, and that’s something my client would like to keep clear of. Don’t ask me what’s in the package; the fewer questions we ask, the better we get paid. All you need to know is where the pickup in SLO is, and once you arrive with the goods over the border—quietly, I’d hope—give me a call. If all goes well, I might even have you handle delivery for some extra eds. Normally I wouldn’t trust a new face with a job like this, but I’m willing to make an exception. I know what clan you rode with. I’m truly sorry for your loss, but understand that I’m not offering you pity so much as an opportunity to get back on your feet, make connections. I need reliable drivers and you need the cash. Don’t make either of us regret this, sister. P.S. There’s still mines leftover from the war out there in the Badlands. Watch your step.

There are few pleasures as simple as firelight, warm beer, and the gritty feeling of road dust in her teeth. Well—sure, some of those aren’t exactly “pleasures”, but they do bring a measure of normalcy that Sif had sorely missed.

Even the metallic tang of oil smoke and sharp scent of hot rubber are welcomed like old friends when she pulls up the hood to take some creative liberties with the engine of a sad little Colby she’d taken a shine to in a used car lot. Battling pre-war maps through scarred mountains for days on end (whoever installed the shocks in this poor gal should be shot), smacking the navigation console every time it flickered (it's not the wiring, she's checked it three damn times), the same freeze-dried synthscop for every meal—and somehow there’s calm to be found in these familiar devils that can’t be wholly ruined, despite knowing there could be a landmine in the sagebrush just a few feet in any direction.

Maybe it’s just good to be back in the saddle again, driving across the cracked blacktop and over parched, painted desert hills. Or maybe the siren song of Night City lights bathing the mountainside in a cool glow is just close enough to moonlight to fool her into a lowered guard. Whatever it is, she can’t take her eyes off of the array of neon holo that scroll, endless, into the black haze of a starless California sky. Who needs stars with lights like that?

Love at first sight isn’t a belief Sif holds in any serious regard, but the thought crosses her that this might be the feeling folks are trying to put to words.

To have heard the warnings about some pretty face across a room. Night City will chew an outsider like you to pulp and spit you back out, nomad.

To consider how you measure up. It’s not much but I’ve passed your name to a fixer. Prove yourself, and you’ll have solid work.

And to make the first move, feeling your heart stirring in your chest when you realize neither of you wants to be at this party anymore. The radio kicks on about 20 miles out. The first voice to greet her booms, “GOOOOOD MORNING NIGHT CIT-AY!” like she's already caught in its web.

And now here she is, stuck with that flutter between hope and despair that keeps every moth drawn to the neon in a tight orbit around the City of Dreams. No one could possibly take in a sight like that and not let it swallow them whole, irrevocably changed once you made it—if you made it—to the other side.

Sif was never much of a religious type, but she knew an altar when she saw one. After all, Night City doesn’t take prisoners. Only converts.

[writingsofwesteros]

harwin thirst time

(an anon saying how harwin would be so good at giving massages lives in my head rent free. it was so long ago and yet I sometimes just think of it hahaaa. whoever it was thank you for that idea 🫡)

harwin wanted to surprise you and bought expensive oils and various afrodisiac stuff from essos (maybe someone like daemon hooked him up). You liked that and wanted to try it on him. But the sight of your bare body combined with your feather light touch and all the sensual smells made it almost impossible for him to last. He grabbed you, his dick already leaking and positioned you for a nice 69 session (he knew he wouldnt last long and he still wanted to give you the most pleasure possible.) You both decided the next time it would be you getting a sexy massage.

harwin showed his teasing side. he had fun watching your body covered in oil, you jolting at his every touch. It made you so damn sensitive, you almost came just from him touchig you (he didnt even touched your pussy yet). and he was taking his time. he spread your legs, his fingers parting your folds, relishing at the sight of your evident arousal. you were basically dry humping the air, so desperate. he teased you for a little longer but it was getting too much for him too and he finally entered you. when you were on your orgasm number who knows (you were so out of it you couldnt even count) you started to whimper how it's too much. he chuckles but you were begging for my cock. you will now take it all. I know you can do it my little whore. (he let his overstim and size kink run wild oops). he fucked you stupid, you were like a doll in his arms to do whatever he pleased with you.

your mind was still hazy when he arranged a hot bath for you in the next room of your chambers (he wouldnt let anyone to see you like that: ruined, all lost in your hazy headspace). he brought you there in his arms, cleaned you up really gently praising you how good you were for him. you just hummed with your eyes half closed, letting him to do everything for you. you were content and relaxed, he's the king of after care. he took you to your large comfy bed, put on your night clothes and wrapped his arms around you tightly. you were laying against his large chest, immediately falling asleep. He kissed the top of your head lovingly and watched you breathe rhytmically, one of his favourite sights. You resting in his arms after he literally fucked your brains out. He knew you needed it, life at the court can be mentally taxing, and you desperately needed to unwind.

HOT HOT HOT

We deserved more Harwin content thank you very much!

They love to tease each other so much ! It's just the hottest and he's so big and making her mind mush.