#ryder can write

[albinoshepard]

N7 Month Challenge 2023

Day #06: Meal

Prompt List - @n7month

🎮 Mᴀss Eғғᴇᴄᴛ Aɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀ ℹ️ PʟᴀʏSᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 4 | Lɪɢʜᴛʀᴏᴏᴍ

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Liam: "Did we really let a Krogan take up residence in our kitchen?”

Vetra: "You say that because you haven't tasted his specialties yet! Do you know what else a Krogan with 1000 years of experience can do? To cook!"

PeeBee: "If he promises not to make me wash the dishes, I'm more than okay with it!"

Drack: "Now shut up you three, and let me prepare the meal! Don't you have anything else to do? Shoo! Get out of my kitchen!"

Jaal: "I'm really curious to try this _pijak_ stew, is that why you keep that animal on the Tempest, Ryder?”

Ryder: "Haha, no. It's not real pijak in the stew, it's just a name. Right Drack? RIGHT?"

Cora: "To be safe, I prefer to continue eating military pre-cooked meals, no offense Drack."

Drack: "I'll be more offended if you don't get out. GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN! OUT!! NOW!!!"

[ryderdire]

I think what gets me about thylacines is just. How much of myself and others i see in it.

Maybe it’s whacky but I see somthing who’s life is treated as less important because

it’s a monster, a dangerous beast, evil, “Sinful.”

And I look at the way the world looks at me.

how it feels like some people vaule my life less

because I am different I’m queer I’m neurodivergent I’m “sinful”

And I feel a kinda kinship.

But i survived.

the thylacine didn’t survive that view

. They’re gone they didn’t have the means to fight back angainst that like I do.

Their where just animals and I know that.

I don’t have much power in this world and I know that.

I want to do better by them.

I don’t want to forget those who didn’t survive that view.

And the stripes of the thylacine aren’t easy to forget

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Hey, where do you think Ryder's parents are? It's been confirmed (though I can't remember where, it was on some kind of social media) that Ryder's parents are around somewhere, but where??? Do you think they approved of him leading a team of rescue pups? I wonder how they react when they hear news about rescues, especially the really dangerous ones. I mean, he's been inside an active volcano (Ultimate Rescue: Pups Save the Tigers) trapped in the Lookout as it was rocketed towards outer space (Mighty Pups tv movie) inside a poorly built and unstable skyscraper during a crazy storm that ultimately collapsed with him still inside (PAW Patrol: The Movie) nearly crushed by a meteor AND a firetruck in the same week (PAW Patrol: The Mighty Movie) dealt with multiple super powered evil doers that threatened the well being of the whole town on SEVERAL occasions (every Mighty Pups episode) and faced off against a fellow kid genius that wanted to and was capable of leveling the whole town and teleporting everyone to the moon in order to turn it into her own city (All Paws On Deck) just to name a few, imagine hearing on the news that your kid went on a life-threatening rescue mission and it's not even the first time and you know it won't be the last, that must be terrifying. You know, Adventure Bay's local news must be crazy. Hold on, in those rescues where all of Adventure Bay was in danger that means Ryder's parents were also at risk, unless they don't live in Adventure Bay which is VERY unlikely, I wonder how Ryder felt about that, must've been scary for him.

Look, ONE THING I CAN SAY FOR SURE. Wherever Ryder's parents are, they SURE AS HELL ARE NOT IN ADVENTURE BAY.

They very probably approved of him becoming a Rescue Team leader, which makes me believe they might be rescuers themselves! This boy couldn't have learned all his rescue knowledge AND everything else he knows on his own without having firsthand experience with at least one thing while studying the others. His parents must be either into vehicle engineering, building engineering or rescues, he's learned one thing by osmosis and the other he had as a hobby until he decided to put the two together and get to work.

But as much as they might have approved of that, I really doubt they live in Adventure Bay or even in Adventure City for that matter.

Guess who wrote a long post again LMAO but you did give me PLENTY fuel for that, SOOOOOO XDDD

First of all, there's exactly this problem of being worried about someone when they put themselves in dangerous situations and it's increased tenfold if it's someone who's closely related to you. For Ryder to be able to work the way he does, he literally can NOT do it anywhere close to his family - he would get worried about them and it would make him possibly lose focus. He already has to worry and care for all his pups, which is a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. If ANYTHING happens to any of the pups, it'll be ON HIS ACCOUNT: He's the one directing them, instructing them on what to do, training them, sending them out in missions and dangerous rescues. He's already responsible for their safety and lives as it is, he can't afford worrying about his family too.

And then there's the other side of it: His family would ALSO worry about him, just like you said! He's literally ten years old in the show. He's not even a teenager yet! If his family would be anywhere nearby, be it his parents or any other relatives, they would be worried ALL THE TIME. Ryder has gone into extremely dangerous situations several times, he has risked his own life for his pups and/or for people he's been rescuing a few times as well, both movies being EXCELLENT examples for this. You cannot look me in the eye and say his parents or relatives wouldn't worry WORSE than Chase did in the first movie when he saw Humdinger's tower collapsing, knowing Ryder was in there. Now imagine watching the news and finding out last night's meteor shower freaking blew up the very headquarters tower your son was using AT THAT EXACT MOMENT to watch said meteor shower.

Now add the fact that, knowing he works with rescues, if something dangerous IS happening, they CANNOT try to contact him just to know if he's okay or not- because if he's okay, he can't afford stopping to answer them as he WILL BE WORKING. They can't reach for him to not make his line busy in case someone needs to call him for help, and to not distract him from his job. Any distractions could cost them Ryder's life, or maybe one of the pup's lives. Ryder has his pups as part of his family, so to lose one of them would be just as devastating for him and for nearly every resident in Adventure Bay.

My best guess, it's just that. Wherever they are, Ryder's parents are NOT in Adventure Bay, NOT in Adventure City and NOT in Foggy Bottom. They're probably States away, or whatever to name a longer distance. Maybe they're somewhere from USA East Coast even, who knows.

Ryder probably chose Adventure Bay to live and start the Paw Patrol exactly for these reasons: Very far away place, small town where he could start easy. Slowly and steadily, he's been expanding the Patrol over to other locations and becoming famous enough to be called for action in other countries/kingdoms too.

Back home he's learned firsthand a lot of several different specialties for rescue jobs so he could teach his future team, or at least give them a start, so they could study further on their own afterwards. And living far, they can keep in touch occasionally whenever they're not at work, and they can't interfere with his job.

If I lived close to my 10 years old son who works rescuing people with the help of a bunch of dogs and I would hear he's going off into extremely dangerous situations, no matter how much I say I'd trust those dogs with my life (because I am nearly 30 and not ashamed to say I really would), my mother instinct would scream louder than reason and I'd physically hold him back and yell at him to think about his own safety for fucking once in his life too.

It's better they're VERY FAR. For their own sake, for Ryder's sake and for the pups' sake too.

Now with that being said, someone please write a fanfic where Ryder and the Paw Patrol get called for a big search & rescue work in the very city where Ryder's parents are living, after some kind of disaster hit it. Yes, I'm throwing gasoline on the wildfire here, go wild. That would be an interesting topic to explore and write about.

[arctic-hands]

I learned what a bullet journal was by watching a few YouTube artists set theirs up and my algorithm spiraled out of control from there so I guess I have all the bujo influencers to thank for getting into it because it has been a godsend so far on my third attempt, but damn if the over emphasis on aesthetic over the actual practical organizational aspect of it doesn't rankle me a bit

[thirty rambling tags later] huh. I didn't know there was a thirty tag limit in all the years I've been on tumblr. Whatevs I can't copy paste the tags onto the main body because I'm on mobile and I don't want to write it out again so I'll just summarize the last bit here:

If you are browsing the bujo tag because you feel bullet journaling will help you but you feel intimated because you don't think you can make it look pretty, or that the bullet journal method could never help you because it looks exhausting or the inspo you see doesn't cover what you need, I am pleading with you to ignore all the pretty inspiration, take the most common and even original Ryder Carroll formats and spreads with a grain of salt and eliminate or change them as needed, and talk to people who have similar needs than you even if they don't bujo and suss out what's important to keep track of. My bujo is eighty percent important medical bullshit, because that's what I need more than a book tracker. You prolly have your own unique needs. And hell, if you want a book tracker then add a booktracker. It's your bujo to format and plan out.

So like if you want to start bullet journaling, go to Michaels and get a seven dollar Artist's Loft dot grid journal. Or a binder you have left over from school years past and print out your own dot grid paper if you have enough ink and paper and printer that can do double sided (Kevin McLeod's site I forget the name of has free adjustable dot and other grids I've used), or buy a pack of 8.5x11 dot grid paper, and grab a crappy hole punch that just barely does the job. Get yourself a nice pen you think looks and feels nice in your hand and on the paper–or if that doesn't matter to you go get pack of Bics or even pencil if that's what you prefer (I use a pencil for things I can't have be permanent, like temporary meds or the dates of yearly vaccines). If you're twitchy about messing up then get the cheapest wite out they have (but don't worry about messing up especially if you're not even showing it off to anybody). A cheap yellow highlighter if you think it'll help. And a ruler if straight lines are important to you. I lost mine so I just wobble my lines now I don't care (and it's marginally easier to get a line adjacent to straight with a dot grid)

Anyway. If you want to bullet journal but don't know where to start or how to make it pretty or how to make it work for your needs, just try it in the cheapest way possible and rearrange the guts of the bujo as you see fit. And don't worry about the optics as long as you can make sense of your methods and writing.

(and for the love of God if you're bipolar don't make an hourly mood tracker yes our moods can and will fluctuate throughout the day but goddamn was that a bitch to log and abandoned a few weeks after inking it out)

[rioblitzle]

imo if gorillaz want to be good again (on the character/presentation front. music unrelated. also this is subjective) they need to stop trying to make up these grand "lore" continuities because a cool weird as shit music video that can exist on its own as art with no expectations of a full explanation is always gonna be more satisfying than a cool weird as shit music video that is very clearly trying to set up some narrative throughline that dies halfway through the album cycle without any conclusion in sight. plastic beach was cool but it's on thin ice. you are simply not the media format for time travel or cult feud plots please go back to when things were more nonsensical and somehow more cohesive for it

[ufonaut]

Even as I think it, I sense I'm wrong. I don't have time. Time has me.

Armageddon 2001 (1991) #1

(Archie Goodwin, Dan Jurgens)

[ageless-aislynn]

Okay, so far so good on having reinstalled Word 2003 (my beloved 🤗) yesterday! Pros: I have access to my previous drafts and other WIPs but the main thing is that it's just so much more comfortable for me to write in. Cons: I have access to my previous drafts and other WIPs and so I've been working on THE WRONG THINGS. Instead of "15 Minutes" or "Recreation," I've gone back to one of my Mass Effect Andromeda fics. You know, that I have no plan to ever post or for anybody else to ever read?

Me @ my writing muse:

Oh well. It's weird but I ended up finding Gil to be a total comfort character, both in playing the game as to who to romance (I have to FIGHT the urge to have Scott romance him every single playthrough, just like I have to do for Sara and Reyes and Sara and Vetra), in vidding

(this one literally has some of my most favorite vidding scene/lyric matches, "then you smiled over your shoulder" at :32 is what made me want to even try this song in the first place, but I was really lucky with how many of the other actual scenes straight-up did fit, IMO: "for a minute I was stone-cold sober" right after that is genuinely what was emotionally happening there, "I knew I loved you then but I never showed" at :45 is also kinda honestly what Gil was doing; bonus shout-out to "even when we're ghosts" at 1:06 when the Tempest activates the Ghost Storm tech, lol)

and now in writing.

Oh well, at least I'm writing, right? Maybe I'll get this bit of ME:A Gil fic out of my system and then get back to my patiently waiting WIPs.

Silver Team: *looks around, sees Ais off faffing about on the Tempest*

No, guys, wait, I promise I'll be there ASAP!

See? Here I come right now, running right to get back to work!

Heh. 🤷‍♀️😇😉

[gothsuguru]

https://www.tumblr.com/dollsuguru/747950741422997504/might-actually-write-the-tangledau-of?source=share

yess xxx this is super cute <33 both are super cute honestly

beautiful suguru & loser gf reader

i love this dynamic <333 suguru is just too beautiful

NDNDNDNDND THANK YOUUUUUUU i love bad bitch suguru having a loser gf who he loves dearly and would die for… arguably that dynamic is both reader fell first but suguru fell harder AND also suguru fell first and suguru keeps falling harder <333

and i think i MIGHT actually make it samurai!geto x reader but like… silly & domestic but still has adventure! i’ll keep the prince!suguru tangled au + granmamare!geto ponyo au + morticia!geto addams family au on the table too but i’ll probably write these later 😭 AND REALLLLLLL i LOOOOOVE making suguru so insanely beautiful and then his s/o is Just Some Person but <333 they’re HIS person so he loves them more than anything

[alyssalenko]

A Dose of Vitamin Me

Three months before the Arks leave for Andromeda Marlo Ryder meets Harry Carlyle in a bar, neither of them knowing who the other is, and she takes him home for a night of passion. But what happens when they learn the other's identity? Also on AO3 if you prefer.

He met her eyes once again from down the bar, before glancing down at his near-empty drink, heat suffusing his gaze. The tattoo sleeve on his left arm curled under the sleeve of his white tee–that Marlo would be the first to admit she'd been dying to get a closer look at–flexed as he ran his hand through dark hair, random streaks of gray making him look distinguished and experienced and sexy as sin. She'd already seen him turn away two downright giddy drunk women that stumbled out of the crowd and tried to drape themselves all over him, as well as two drinks that must not have been what he had in front of him, she'd gathered from the disgusted look he'd given them when they'd been set down in front of him, pushing them away and leaving them untouched. The gifters had obviously been averse to doing their homework. Marlo signaled the bartender as she closed her book, subtly pushing up her already ample cleavage to draw the stranger's attention.

"What's his story?" She asked, stirring the sword shaped swizzle stick around her mocktail before using it to fish a maraschino cherry out and popping it into her mouth.

"Doctor of some kind; name's Harry. He's in here a few nights a week--says the atmosphere helps him clear his head for his cases…not sure he ever stops working. Good tipper, though. He couldn't have picked a worse night--between the two bachelorette parties and their loud music, it's a wonder he's still trying to get any work done."

"What's he drinking?" Marlo gazed over the rim of her glass as she took a swig of her drink, his attention was focused on whatever was on the datapad lying on the bar top in front of him–that she could only assume were case or patient files–and she wished she could be the object of that intense focus instead.

"Scotch and water."

"Really?" She'd had him pegged as a whiskey or scotch drinker and she loved being right. "How many has he had? Would it be over the line to send him another?"

"He's just had the one. You've seen it hasn't been the slowest night for him, attention-wise."

Marlo took a deep breath. "Give him one more on me, would you, Ryan?"

The bartender smiled at her. "Sure thing, Lolo. If you ask me, you should go over--he could use a night off and a good lay; hasn't gotten any since the divorce eight years ago. If I was his type, I'd try to change that, but, alas, I have a penis."

Marlo snorted. Ryan sauntered down the length of the bar, prepping the drink exactly as he had before, making his way towards the stranger with the proffered drink. They had been building up this rapport for the better part of a year and had become fast friends so even though she didn't drink alcohol, he still let her hang out to read and she always tipped well. The bar was just down the street from her apartment and on her off days from being an Alliance Peacekeeper, this was where she came. She didn't even mind the nickname anymore, though she'd fought so hard against it at first. She couldn't remember ever being this nervous–she was no blushing virgin, having left a string of broken hearts behind her since she was 17, but he was an older man…Hell, apparently had already been married once, and she hoped she hadn't been reading the signs all wrong and was about to make a complete fool of herself, a few sultry glances she hoped were worth the risk.

Harry looked up from his datapad at the bartender as he placed another drink in front of him with a flourish and a wink, one eyebrow cocked in confusion and waving a hand dismissively.

"I didn't order this."

"One scotch and water, compliments of the lady down the bar--the one with the piercing teal eyes."

The drop dead gorgeous one who'd been making eyes at him every time she looked up from her book. The one he'd been hoping would come over and save him from himself. The one–he'd admit–he'd been imagining taking home and fucking six ways to Sunday. That one. Sure, she was younger than him, half his age by the looks of her and he really shouldn't have even been entertaining the idea, but if the way she emphasized her breasts whenever she caught him looking was any indication, she wanted this as badly as he did. He smiled at her down the bar and lifted the glass in her direction in thanks and took a drink. She grabbed her purse and shoved her book into it as she slid off her stool and came around the bar, Harry almost wishing she hadn't, her dress leaving precious little to the imagination. It was a soft baby pink thing that matched the ends of her dark hair, with a plunging cowl neckline revealing a gold body chain necklace nestled between and probably around her breasts, a satin fabric that hugged her every curve, the skirt barely long enough to cover her ass, her long, bare legs accentuated by a pair of strappy matching stilettos. She'd been wanting to pick someone up in that get-up and had her sights set on him from the moment he entered the bar. He bit back a groan as she got closer–with how skin-tight the dress was, he didn't see how she could be wearing underwear and the horny, red-blooded male in him wanted to push her against a wall, shove that tight little skirt above her hips and feast.

She stuck out a perfectly manicured hand, and he should've guessed her nails would be pink too. "Ari."

"Harry, but considering you got chatty enough with the bartender to get my drink order, you already knew that didn't you?" His grey-green eyes sparkled with amusement.

Marlo flushed, her cheeks the same color as the ends of her hair and her whole ensemble. "I figured it was only polite to buy you a drink considering we've been eye-fucking each other all night."

Heat headed south, causing a prominent bulge in his slacks--the way she swore seemed so soft and natural without being vulgar, though the things he wanted to do to her were all manner of filthy. If he had his way, she'd be bent over the bar top already, ass in the air, her short dress bunched around her hips as he took her from behind. He took a long drink of scotch, a little surprised with himself--his celibacy since the divorce had been of his own choosing, and yet, he wanted her, badly. She leaned in, Harry catching a whiff of the floral perfume she wore, the scent intoxicating as she raised her eyes to his, her lower lip drawn under her teeth. The heat she saw in his gaze made her bold, putting her hand over his on the bar top, small and soft and perfect.

"It's not another drink I want…" He breathed.

Marlo smirked, watching him from under her lashes, fully aware of what he was implying but she wanted to hear him say it. "Oh? Then what do you want? If it's within my power to give, that is."

Harry growled and ran a hand through his hair, as his gaze raked over her body, caressing her every curve--may as well put it all out in the open…besides, what did he have to lose? "I want you."

Her lips were mere centimeters from his--it wouldn't take any effort to feel them against his, and when she spoke her voice was husky. "How do you want me? Please tell me…in excruciating detail."

He threw his head back and laughed, the first genuine laugh he'd had in a long time--this woman was definitely something special. He closed whatever he'd been working on and turned the screen of his datapad dark as he angled himself to give her his full attention, unable to focus on anything but her and the indecent thoughts crowding his mind. She smiled and dragged a stool closer and hopped onto it, perching herself on the edge of the seat and crossing one leg over the other, her dress riding higher as her foot brushed against his calf. Harry inhaled sharply as she leaned a little closer and placed her hand on his knee, giving him the perfect view down the front of her dress; she knew exactly what she was doing, and he was enraptured by her every move, watching her through half lidded eyes, lust clouding his vision.

"If it wasn't considered public indecency, I'd have you right over this bar top, but instead I'd like to take you home and bend you over the kitchen counter, since I don't think I'll be able to wait until we get to the bedroom…"

"I live a block away; pretty sure it's closer than your place." Marlo teased as she smirked at him, running a teasing hand up his thigh and over the bulge of his erection, feeling him grow harder with how much he wanted her. "Looks like someone's eager for a healthy dose of vitamin me."

Harry groaned at the pickup line as she sucked his earlobe between her lips, her hand continuing to stroke him through his pants, every semblance of rational thought out the window as she stirred him up. Her arm glowed orange, wiring credits to Ryan, Harry standing from his stool, the datapad he'd left forgotten in one hand and the other outstretched towards her. Marlo smiled and stood, smoothing down the fabric of her dress before slipping her hand into his, letting Harry tug her out of the bar as she shot her favorite bartender wink, Ryan chuckling to himself as the door thudded shut behind them. A warm summer breeze tousled their hair the moment they stopped outside, the sky overhead streaked with pink and orange and purple and blue, lending a romantic atmosphere to the evening. Marlo took a deep breath as she gazed upwards--she couldn't help but wonder if Andromeda would have sunsets like this.

"So, what's Ari short for?" Harry asked, interlacing their fingers together as they walked down the street towards her apartment--it was almost as if he could sense the shift in her mood.

She smiled at his attempted distraction from her thoughts. "Marlo."

"Huh. My best friend's daughter is named Marlo."

"And one of my dad's best friends is a Harry; I even dated a Harry a couple years ago, and played with a Marlowe in grade school, though the spelling was different–our names aren't exactly uncommon." Marlo chuckled.

Harry laughed wryly. "Very true."

Her building loomed up in front of them, the two of them practically running up the stairs to the third floor, eager to get the other naked. The scent of him wrapped around her as he stepped closer, his chest against her back, the length of him pressed against her as she fumbled with the keycode for her apartment door. She was growing wetter by the minute just thinking about all the things she wanted him to do to her. With his hands on her hips, it was getting harder to think straight and that was before he slid them over the thin fabric covering her butt to give it a fond squeeze, before moving them up underneath the fabric to touch bare skin. She paused, pushing her ass back against his palms, one of his hands sliding around her front and dipping between her legs. She was completely smooth and hairless, his earlier assumption that she had been commando under her dress was absolutely correct, making him growl as he discovered how wet and ready for him she already was, and he'd barely touched her. Marlo rested her head against the cool metal of the door, not even caring that he'd pushed the skirt of her dress up and if a neighbor came around the corner, they'd get a nice view of her bare ass as she was fingered by a complete stranger. A strangled sound escaped her somewhere between a moan and a sigh, as he ran a finger through her slick folds, brushing her swollen clit, making Harry chuckle.

"Am I distracting you, Marlo?" His breath was warm against her ear.

"A little." She admitted, cursing under her breath as her code timed out again, too distracted by his touch to work quickly.

"Better hurry up before I decide I can't wait any longer to taste you, and I devour that pussy right out here in the hallway, every one of your neighbors hearing how much you enjoy it."

God, if that didn't turn her on even more--she hadn't realized she had an exhibitionist streak until now, and part of her wanted to just say screw it and let him drop to his knees his mouth on her aching center, eating her out until he had his fill, and then pinning her against the door and fucking her hard and fast–her neighbors would talk, but she was leaving the galaxy behind in three months anyways–however, the keypad flashed green, the door whooshing open before her, saving her neighbors from that particular view. It had barely closed behind them when she suddenly felt it against her back, Harry's mouth against hers as he dipped his hands into her neckline, his cold hands against her heated skin made her gasp, nipples pebbling under his touch as he eagerly bared her breasts to the cool air. He smoothed his hands along the curves of her body to push the skirt of her dress farther up her hips before he dropped to his knees in front of her, draping her leg over his shoulder, her bare pink pussy stealing his breath. He leaned forward, about to take Marlo's clit into his mouth when she wound her hands in his salt and pepper hair and pulled him back to look in his eyes.

"Harry, wait." She panted, as his tongue snaked out to tease her clit. "You promised me the kitchen counter."

He grinned. "So I did. I'm getting forgetful in my old age."

She rolled her eyes as she helped him to his feet, not even bothering to fix her dress and tugging him by the hand into the kitchen she had meticulously designed and was ridiculously proud of--it was one of the few things she would actually miss when she was gone. His hands were on her hips, lifting her up onto the island, the cold counter against her bare ass making her gasp as he stepped between her legs, bending his head to capture her lips. The fingers of one hand trailed up her arm, over her naked breasts and cupped the back of her neck, the other twirling a pink end of hair, fisting a handful, Harry keeping her mouth crushed to his as he opened his mouth against hers, their tongues intertwining. Marlo barely noticed her purse strap slipping off her shoulder, the bag hitting the floor with a dull thud, contents spilling across the hardwood--too lost in his kiss to care. He started to pull away, but she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, trapping him against her throbbing core.

"Just leave it." She breathed against his lips.

That was fine by him–he didn't have the brain power to give it more thought, his mind stupid with lust. He laid her down on the countertop, bringing his body flush against hers, Marlo moaning as his hardened bulge pressed against her dripping core through his slacks and he took a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Harry hooked his index fingers under the spaghetti straps of her dress and lowered them down her arms, deciding he wanted her bare before him instead of just exposed--the body chain he'd noticed before sparkled against her skin, and he bit back a groan at the sight. Cool air brushed over her super-heated skin making Marlo shiver, Harry trailing kisses along her breasts and up to her neck, teeth grazing teasingly along her pulse point, before heading back to her chest and reclaiming her nipple, hands continuing to peel the skin tight fabric from her body and letting it fall unceremoniously to the ground.

He gently squeezed the breast not being lavished with attention by his mouth, Marlo groaning and arching up off the counter towards him. Her hands slipped between their bodies, clumsy fingers fumbling with his belt, eager to be rid of the final clothing barrier between them. Harry switched breasts giving the second the same attention as first and she couldn't think straight, finally succeeding in getting his pants open enough to take his impressive erection in her palm, but before she could guide him inside her, he took a step back and then another, stepping just beyond her reach. He took a moment to study her, drinking in the sight of her nakedness, eyes lingering on a tattoo on her hip; a treble clef and music notes in the shape of a crescent moon and stars–he'd have to ask about it later, when he could form coherent sentences after he took her as many times as his body let him have her. She reached for his cock once more, Harry smirking and pinning her hands to the countertop--she would've screamed in frustration had he not leaned forward and started trailing kisses down her stomach, his destination obvious. Marlo's hips jolted off the counter as he drew his tongue through her slick folds before flicking her clit, torturing her with his slow pace.

But God if it didn't feel amazing--he was wicked and talented with his tongue.

"Harry…" She moaned, hips canting invitingly, begging him to devour her and he was all too happy to oblige, sucking her clit between his lips and tugging gently.

"That's it, Marlo; beg for me." Harry muttered, releasing her hands and running his own up the inside of her leg to slip a finger between her folds.

Marlo fisted a hand in his salt and pepper hair, the other bracing herself against the countertop as she squirmed under his attentions, head resting against the hard surface with a dull thud as she arched her hips up, seeking more pressure from his teasing tongue and fingers. His finger thrust in and out of her, making her moan as she rocked into his mouth, panting and lost in his caress. The delightful noises she was making got louder with each pump of his skillful finger inside her, Marlo's nostrils flaring, hips rocking back and forth, impaling herself on his finger, Harry suckling her clit and bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. He stood, finger still teasing her, his mouth glistening with her juices, the pad of his index finger caressed her as it slid into her, and back out, Harry enjoying the feeling of her clamping around the digit, pushing deeper inside her warm, wet pussy as he curled it against her inner wall.

“Harry…Harry, please…” She panted, her breathy moan hitting him hard--he'd never expected how aroused he'd be to hear his name like that.

He felt her start to come undone beneath him, easing her up off the counter and holding her in his arms as she came, his index finger circling her clit to keep her aroused, but not touching it directly and making her writhe under his attentions, her legs shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm. Marlo collapsed against his chest, breathing ragged as she buried her face in the crook of his neck as he held her up. But he wasn't done with her yet–they were just getting started. The plan had been to bend her over the counter and take her from behind--and he still might, before taking her to bed and fucking her until the sun came up, but he wanted to see her face as she rode his cock. The muscles in his arms flexed as he lifted her with no effort, spinning them so his backside was against the edge of the counter, and her knees were braced against it, his hands cupping her ass as he held her, supporting all her weight, his body hard and warm against hers. She smiled down at him as she placed one hand on his pec to steady herself as her other hand reached between them to grasp his dick, teasing her folds with the tip as she lined him up at her entrance, the two of them groaning in unison as she sank onto his waiting cock, her walls closing tightly around his erection. His fingertips dug into the flesh of her hips as he lifted her up and then lowered her back onto his dick as she bent to press a kiss to his lips, the taste of herself lingering there.

The fabric of his t-shirt rubbed against her taut nipples, reminding her that she was the only one naked, and that needed to be rectified, immediately--she wanted to feel his skin against hers. Teasing fingers slid under the hem of his shirt, sliding it up the muscles of his stomach, her nails scraping gently across his skin. Marlo broke the kiss to yank the tee over his head, her lips immediately finding his again in a heated kiss as Harry thrust his hips up to meet hers. She rolled her hips slowly, pumping his shaft with her own wet heat, as he matched her rhythm, his hips arching up to meet hers and her clit connecting with his body at just the right angle as she rode him. Her lips parted, eyes fluttering closed and a low moan escaping her as she leaned backward slightly so he hit just right at the top of every thrust, breasts bouncing each time their hips connected and her hold body chain glinting in the light. Harry couldn't stop watching her, memorized by every move she made, eyes glazed over in lust as he watched his shaft slide out of her, coated in her arousal, before she lowered and took him deeper, feeling the way her muscles tensed around him, body going rigid as she jerked and shivered, orgasm racking her body with tremors, as she collapsed against his chest, drawing his own release from him and he came just behind her, his hips spasming just a little as he cried out her name.

Harry tucked a lock of pink hair behind her ear before pressing his forehead to hers, panting quietly as he rocked his hips, savoring the feel of her lingering quivers around his shaft, overwhelming her with sensation. "That was–

"Fan-fucking-tastic." Marlo finished for him, and he nodded, drawing his thumb along her lower lip, her body shaking and spent, but nonetheless lighting up again at his touch.

Marlo lifted her hips, letting him slip out of her and immediately missing his warmth inside her, but she wasn't done with him quite yet. She was still breathing hard as she clambered off him, her legs unsteady as they touched the floor, needing a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes roved over him; he was still lounging with his elbows and ass against the counter, shirtless, a smirk on his face and a trail of dark hair led her gaze downward, his pants hanging open about his hips and his exposed dick already hardening again under her gaze.

"See anything you like?" Harry teased, making no effort to move and instead taking himself in hand and giving his cock a few quick strokes, the tattoo sleeve on his left arm flexing with every move he made.

"Only everything." She breathed, stepping between his knees and hooking her fingers into the belt loops of his pants, peeling the fabric down his legs and placing a kiss to the head of his cock, tongue snaking out to taste him.

His hand curled into her hair, giving it a slight tug and pulling her head back to look her in the eyes. "Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we? This counter isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world."

She laughed and bent to collect their clothes in a small bundle which she tucked under her arm before she held out her hand to him, Harry smiling as he took it, letting Marlo lead him to her bedroom. The moment they were through the doorway, she laughed in sheer delight as he whisked her off her feet and carried her over to the bed, depositing her in the center and bending down to steal a kiss, his hands on either side of her naked hips. His dick was begging for her attention, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd gone multiple rounds in a night, but there was still so much of her he wanted to explore and get lost in.

In one deft motion, Harry flipped her over underneath him, gently scraping his blunt fingernails up the back of her legs before positioning her on her hands and knees, legs spread. He gave her ass an affectionate squeeze as he leaned forward, smothering her back with his chest, the head of his erection pressing at her entrance and sending a thrill rocketing down her spine. He was all muscle pressed against her and she couldn't get enough. Harry pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, a low growl emanating from his throat as Marlo rocked her hips back, taking his cock to the hilt inside her. She bit her lip as he surged forward, thrusting into her slowly, deeper and harder, the edges of her vision getting fuzzy as she rolled her hips back into his, Harry's fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he thrust into her again.

Marlo moaned and pressed her chest to the mattress, ass in the air to take him deeper, fingers twisting in the sheets, her toes curling as her eyelids fluttered closed. The sheet rubbed against her nipples, as he surged forward, driving deeper into her and making her body recoil under the raw power of each thrust. A broken gasp dripped from her lips as he pulled back and rocked forward, her walls clamping tightly around his cock, their rhythm getting faster as they both teetered at the brink of ecstasy, unable to last much longer. A broken gasp dripped from her lips as he pulled back and slammed forward, her walls clamping tightly around his cock as she came, Harry following her over the edge with a shudder, his body slumping against hers and together they collapsed onto the mattress, bodies and limbs entangled and breathing hard. 

"Wow…" Harry breathed as he rolled onto his back and pulled Marlo closer, nestling her against his side.

"You can say that again." She panted, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, one hand on his stomach and dangerously close to his cock, but neither of them could bring themselves to move except to pull the sheet up over their bodies and snuggle together, drifting off into sleep.

Harry awoke before Marlo, stretching in the bed, sunlight streaming through the window in her bedroom and making him smile to himself; what a beautiful morning. Marlo lay on her stomach beside him, faced away from him, the sheet barely covering her ass as she slumbered on and he leaned over her pressing a kiss to the center of her back before extricating himself from the bed, carefully, so as not to wake her. He pulled on his pants and made his way into the kitchen, stumbling across her purse strap from where it and its contents had spilled onto the floor the night before--he'd honestly forgotten all about it. Might as well get that cleaned up before starting breakfast for them. A little clear cube pixel family photo with four smiling people sat just out of reach and her book had fallen open, his stomach twisting in knots as he read the flourishy handwritten note inside the front cover, the standard 'If found, please return to' with her omni-number and the address of the bar where they'd met. But it was the name that had gotten to him.

Marlo Ryder.

Fuck. It couldn't be--but as he picked up the small crystal with the family photo immortalized inside, his stomach sank. Marlo, at probably age 13, and a boy who looked almost exactly like her, were standing in front of a man and a woman, and that man, happened to be his best friend of the last 7 years, Alec Ryder. Fuck. His mind flashed back to the conversation the night before on the walk to her apartment. Somehow, they'd known, but also didn't know. One year after his divorce, he'd been trying to distance himself from his ex-wife's and his own mutual friends; he was tired of having her name come up in every conversation since she'd cheated on him, and he'd wanted a clean slate. He'd met Alec having been assigned to do surgery on a prisoner the C-Sec officer was in charge of guarding and the two of them hit it off, becoming fast friends. The man was a workaholic, but so was he--at least he had been since the divorce. He heard the padding of her bare feet along the floor and glanced up, swearing quietly as he saw her wearing his shirt, her hair still mussed from their sex the night before, the sight sending all the blood rushing south. He'd seen this girl's baby pictures and he'd just taken her to his bed--and if he was being honest, he still wanted her and that was a problem.

"Good morning." She breathed, crossing the kitchen and going to wrap her arms around him, but Harry held her off and moved around the island, keeping the counter between them. Fuck. She was even gorgeous when she pouted. "Harry, what's wrong?"

He slid the clear block with the family photo toward her, Marlo barely glancing at it, but not understanding.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, making it sexily disheveled and Marlo bit her lower lip. "If I told you my last name was Carlyle, would that mean anything to you?"

Marlo paused. That name did sound familiar, though she couldn't quite put her finger on why. Carlyle. Carlyle. Harry Carlyle. Her eyes widened as she glanced between the pixelated version of her father and the gorgeous man in front of her; she did know that name and with the look on Harry's face–his walls already going up–she wished she didn't. This man wasn't just any older man--he was one of her father's best friends. But it wasn't like they were as close-knit a family as they'd once been, back before Ellen got sick and before Alec had thrown himself into work and his obsession with AI. Marlo had tried so hard to make things work, even arranged weekly family dinners to drag her dad away from work, though after her mom's funeral they seemed more like a chore, her and her twin, Desmond just trying to keep their dad sane. Especially after he was dishonorably discharged from the military for violating Council law regarding illegal AI research with his creation of SAM. It wasn't like she wanted his reputation following her around. Though she had gotten a good friend out of his stint in C-Sec in the form of his other best friend Castis Vakarian's son–even if Garrus didn't bend rules for her and Desmond because the turian had a massive stick up his ass, but she liked him anyway.

Lately, it seemed like her dad thought Andromeda was a big cure-all for their problems–a family vacation that they couldn't leave, so it would bring her and Desmond closer to him again. She had her doubts, but she was still willing to try.

"Harry."

She said his name so softly, he almost thought he imagined it as he glanced up from the little crystal that had ruined everything. She said it again, her hand reaching across the counter and covering his--he didn't have the will to pull it away.

"Marlo, this changes everything. Last night can't happen again, as much as we want it to." He sighed, gray-green eyes meeting teal; he really should have known from the color of them who she was.

She squeezed his hand, a little harder than she meant to, her eyes steely and determined. "This changes nothing. I'm an adult, allowed to make my own choices and I want this. If you say you don't, I'll walk away, but if you do, we can make this work. The choice is yours."

"Marlo–"

"And I don't know about you, but last night was hands down the best sex I've ever had." She teased, the heat back in her eyes and he almost gave in.

"We can't–"

"Harry, do you want this?"

"Yes, but–"

"Do you want me?"

Harry blew out a breath through his nose. "More than I should admit."

"Okay, then. We don't let this change things." Marlo shrugged, pulling her hand away and turning to open the fridge, bending to get the milk from the bottom shelf, the hem of his shirt riding up and his mouth went dry seeing her bare ass and pussy on display; she was naked and in his shirt and his brain short-circuited. "And I think this conversation was far too deep to have on an empty stomach. How do you feel about pancakes?"

Harry was around the island before he could even think about stopping himself, fingers sliding the hem of his shirt up as he held her hips, Marlo giggling as she straightened and rubbed her ass against the bulge of his erection.

[surrender-souls]

literally have no idea how to explain what i think jack ryders gender is and actually like make sense why im getting that from this story. im mostly going look at him. and then sitting on the floor. he is so strongly genderfluid to me based on his appearances but hell if i know whether i can explain that or not

[silkchvffon]

     HER  FAMILY’S  HOLIDAY  BANQUET  is  the  talk  of  the  town  every  christmas  and  quite  frankly  esma  is  getting  sick  of  it.  it’s  hard  enough  to  live  up  to  her  family  name  without  them  flaunting  their  money,  their  mansion,  their  success  at  every  opportunity.  she  knows  showing  up  on  her  own  tonight  would  be  frowned  upon,  and  every  other  guy  she’s  recently  dated  has  mysteriously  vanished  from  her  life.  esma  is  convinced  she  knows  who’s  responsible  for  it  and  she  adds  it  to  the  mental  list  of  things  she  will  argue  with  ryder  about  later.

      out  of  options,  she’s  begged  (  embarrassingly  enough  ) him  to  be  her  date  tonight.  it  will  please  her  parents  to  no  end  to  see  him  there.  esma’s  standing  outside  her  parents’  estate  wearing  her  best  dress  —  a  tight  black  number  with  a  high  slit,  her  hair  meticulously  curled  and  styled  to  fall  over  her  shoulders  like  silk,  her  heels  tall  enough  to  impale  someone  (  and  she  might  need  to  tonight  ).  when  the  person  she’s  waiting  for  appears  esma  fights  the  chaos  he  immediately  evokes  inside  of  her.  it  shouldn’t  be  possible  to  feel  so  many  things  for  one  person,  especially  not  ryder  ellion,  the  man  who  is  the  source  of  every  headache  esma’s  ever  had.  and  still,  he  holds  her  heart  in  his  hands.  only  he  has  the  power  to  heal  it  or  break  it  completely  and  it  both  infuriates  and  excites  her.  it’s  hard  to  remind  herself  that  she’s  supposed  to  be  mad  at  him  when  he  looks  that  good.  

     «  you’re  late,  »  she  scolds,  even  though  it’s  barely  been  a  minute.  esma  averts  her  gaze,  scared  her  facade  will  crumble  if  she  dares  looking  at  ryder  for  too  long.  those  eyes,  those  lips  —  that  man  could  make  her  do  almost  anything.  she  wonders  what  he’d  ask  of  her  if  he  knew.  she  wonders  if  maybe  he  already  does.  «  just  take  my  hand  and  act  like  you  love  me.  »

@invcntions​​.

[renlios]

SHE DASHES OVER TO HIS SIDE ONCE she sees him emerge again , a hand reaching out to touch his arm. " we're all here . " she confirms , though a part of her can't help but WISH some people were still trapped inside. wincing , she mutters , " the lights and noise are blinding ... "

↪ @starlcved : BUCK / STARTER CALL.

[allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers]

the tavern lay in silence as the final rays of the sun ceased their shimmer, beams of light dulling down to nothing. nobody was inside. melting candles on rather haphazardly placed shelves provided a warm, nearly comforting glow in the little building, the flames licking at the walls. a melancholy breeze drifted through an open door and, despite the candles, the tavern was nearly shrouded in darkness.

Ryder stared at his reflection in the mirror, phantom wings folded neatly on his back. is this the life he must live now? from an innocent owner of The Devil's Tavern, to a.. a monster. a monster.

[chevvy-yates]

tried to write sth off my soul.

made two posts.

never posted. deleted instead.

but it feels like I've posted them.

[ryderdire]

Btw if it is excessive extra work for a disabled person to gain access to your accommodations it’s not accessible

[we-dont-like-it-here]

"this is stupid."

"I don't hear you."

"this. is. stupid!"

"and saying it loader won't change anything, Brutus. you are staying here. in bad. sleeping. just laying. but still not doing anything. I'd prefer you wouldn't think and speak at all, but well.. I am not cruel.

"oh, you aren't. keep saying it to yourself. all merciful Lucifer Kane be upon us and lead us to the victory."

"getting angry or frustrated won't do you anything good, too. it will increase your blood pressure and open you to more vulnerabilities and you'll have to stay here for long, 'Luce'…"

"Did you just quote my words?"

"Maybe. Who knows. I've heard them so often, being there, under you watchful eyes, restraining me, smothering me, no, Lucifer, you need to be careful, you should give yourself a break, because it was the third time in a week I had to attend you…"

"Luce. Your attempts in an impersonation of me are horrible. I would never say 'attend you' in this context."

"Khmp. Well. You won't. Still, the point stands. You are will be laing here until you feel better…"

"I am!"

"… Until I say you are good enough to be left on your own devices and not to try something reckless."

"…"

"Brutus. Listen to me. I don't know why you are so determent now to became a 'paladin', i don't know, what religion has to do with this…"

"It is an archetype."

"…but I'll say it words you more familiar with, for right now…"

"Rude."

"… to not strain your head even more. And somehow you are not familiar with jedi and this baffles me beyond more than anything else, because I saw Jenny cosplaying Amidala and Asoka, how you avoid this franchise?! anyways!"

"you are getting too load, bud."

"sorry, sorry. here. I brought some towels, put them onto your face."

"thank you."

"anyway. you, we need a structure, the pacing. I've told you already so many times that casual magic not a thing. I have my bloodline and studies and… the cosmic role… and you are starting just from natural attuning to the other world things. But as try as you might to fullfill your role, your body is still unprecedented human body. I don't understand why you are not getting that, you can paint and repaint you figurines for hours, patiently correcting the details, waiting for them to dry and when it comes to understand the magic you are acting like.. like… like a rolling boulder! sorry, I am screaming ag… and you fell asleep. Good. Who is now being rude. Guess, I'm sitting here and waiting for you. Hope, you'll be plagued less with you nightmares this exhausted."