#we had some very nice snuggles last night it was a Good Sleep

[blaydie]

ᥫ᭡ LEARNING TO ACCEPT — “If I ever return home, I’d like you to accompany me. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” Dan Heng x GN reader.

Word count: 2.9k

Contains: Dan Heng x GN reader, Dan Heng IL, affection, kissing, making out, cuddling, NSFW content, love bites, scratches, brief (singular) mention of blood, handjob, brief oral, penetration, aftercare

How long has it been? Since completing his duties on the Luofu, Dan Heng has hardly left his room. It doesn’t go unnoticed by any passenger of the Express; even Pom-Pom has begun voicing their concern over the situation. He has always been distant, but not to this extent. Ignoring text messages, leaving knocks on his door unanswered—it’s as though he’s no longer here. 

To say it hasn’t been bothering you would be a lie. You don’t blame him for wanting to be alone. Anyone would feel the same way if they had to relive every torturous memory of a past they cannot control. You just miss him—you never thought it would be possible to grieve the presence of someone who is only a few steps away from you.

Walking out of the parlour cabin, you pass by the archives, noticing the gap from the slightly ajar door. As you were about to carry on, you bumped into someone, unsure of who else could be lurking outside of their room at this hour. It was dark, but regardless of light, you know whose hands are gripping both of your arms to stabilise you.

“Dan?” You kept your voice low, respecting his means of privacy. If he doesn’t want anyone to see him, it would be unfair to reveal he’s finally taken a step outside of his room.

“Hello.” His voice was soft, the grip on you loosening while you find your footing. 

Without thinking twice, you step towards him and wrap your arms around him, your head resting against his shoulder. As though relieved by your gesture, a huff of air exerts from his mouth as he holds you in an embrace. It’s been a while since he last saw you; he had come to forget how you felt in his grasp.

Just as you were about to talk again, he pressed his finger to your lips. You notice a light flick on down the hall, your bodies slowly backing up into the archives. When safety is ensured, Dan closes the door and brushes past you, clearing a space for you to sit down on his mattress.

The lights remained off, giving the impression to outsiders that no one was home. You take a seat, eyes glued to the messy pillows and blankets beside you. Dan stands at the databank, finalising some pieces while you get yourself comfortable. 

“Are you feeling any better?” You inquire, snuggling one of his pillows to your chest.

“Not really. I’ve been trying to take my mind off of things.”

“That’s okay, take your time. Everyone understands, but we all miss you.”

“I missed you too.” Dan smiles to himself, his steps drawing closer. “I left you a gift; it’s outside of your room door. I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“I’ve had trouble sleeping recently. What is it?”

“It’s a teddy bear. I bought it for you when we were in Belebog. I couldn’t find the right time to give it to you—so much has happened since then.”

“Thank you. I’m guessing I’ll be kicked out soon; I’m running all my luck dry.”

“You can stay if you’d like to. Remember to keep quiet about it though, please.”

“I’m good with secrets.”

“I’ve been taking a break from work for a change. I watched all of that series you recommended to me. It was good.”

“Really? You liked it? I have so many more!—”

“Shh.” Dan laughs, keeping his volume down as he places his hand over your mouth. When you settle, he retracts his arm and wraps it around your shoulders. “I did. We can start a new series together if you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much. One that we only watch together.” You beam, poking around his face with your finger until you find his cheek, giving it a light pinch. “That means you have to see me every night. No watching it alone.”

“That would be nice. I’ve been meaning to catch up with you; I’m sorry for leaving your messages unopened. I do see them all. Your words are sweet.”

“Did you see the little kitty plush? It looks just like you!”

“I did. It’s too cute to be me.”

“I think you both look alike. I haven’t seen your face for so long; how do I even know this is Dan Heng? What if you’re a Dan Heng imposter?”

Leaning over you, he flicks on the lamp which produces low lumination, allowing you to gaze upon his facial features. He was in his nightwear, his lips pursed together.

“I know you’re still confused over what you saw on the Luofu. You can ask questions if you’d like.”

“I don’t want to pry. I am worried though.” Upon saying this, his features soften. “You’re not going to leave the Express, are you?”

“Not anytime soon. Don’t stress about that.” Dan reaches for his phone, opening up a streaming app. “I have my reasons to stay.”

“Good. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” You poke your head over, looking at the series he’s selecting to play. “You don’t have to hide your form when you’re with me. I didn’t find it weird; you looked beautiful.”

“Ah, it’s… It’s not like that. I prefer this one. That’s all.” His cheeks flush, eyes flickering up to you then back down to his phone. “There’s too much negativity tied to it. Plus, I don’t exactly blend in.”

“Can I see it again?” You brush your thumb over his hand, a small huff exiting his parted lips.

As your thumb continues to travel his skin, he locks his fingers with yours. Your eyes drift up, the change in his appearance evident. His hair flows behind his back, ears pointy. You instinctively reach to feel the horns crowning his head, but he stops you, holding your forearm in place.

“Let me do it for you.” He speaks in a hushed tone, guiding your fingers around the curve of each horn. The feeling is unlike anything you can think of. They’re much smoother than you imagined.

“Dan, they’re so pretty. Wow…” You’re in awe, captivated by the beauty of the man in front of you. Freeing yourself from his clutch, you tuck a long strand of hair behind his ear and run your finger over the cartilage.

“…” The faint blush on his cheeks darkened, spreading over the ears you have your hands all over. He clears his throat, doing his best to shake the feeling of the way you’re touching him. “Thank you.”

“I think you look amazing. This is who you are; you shouldn’t have to hide it because of a past that’s gotten stuck to you. You’re much better than he ever was.”

As you move back, you catch a glimpse of the wide-eyed expression he’s giving you, his eyes glowing and his mouth twisted into a wide grin. With his arms weaved around your waist, he tugs you closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“I want people to see me for who I am. I’ll never be him. I want all of my accomplishments to belong to me. Nothing of mine should be tainted with his name.”

“That’s how it should be.” You bury your hand in his hair, nails scratching his scalp.

“I truly did miss you,” Dan mumbles against your skin, planting a kiss on your collarbone. “You understand me better than anyone else does. I appreciate that.”

“I try my best. I want you to feel that you can come to me for anything. You don’t have to resolve everything alone.”

Planting more pecks along your flesh, he returns to your neck, his tongue trailing up a patch of skin. His fangs graze you, nipping you abruptly. It felt like a needle, causing you to gasp, gritting your teeth while he quickly pulled back.

“I’m so sorry.” He wipes his mouth, a small trickle of blood escaping the puncture. “My teeth are sharper like this. I forgot…”

He places a kiss on top of the small bite mark, lifting you so you straddle his lap. Both of your hands remain on his shoulders, your foreheads pressed against one another. Pulling down his bottom lip, you lean into a kiss. He holds you tightly, allowing you to take the lead. In all truth, he’s terrified of hurting you. It’ll take some adjusting to get used to interacting with others in this form, particularly in more intimate ways.

Your tongue brushes against his, winning the battle and continuing on. It’s clear he’s holding back, but you aren’t willing to push him. Taking things slow will help him; the last thing you want to do is make his discomfort in this form grow worse. You and Dan have established in the past that this relationship has far surpassed friendship, though there’s yet to be an official label. Whatever reason there may be for that is unclear, but you both know your hearts belong together. Neither one of you would look for this with another person.

Fabric rustles while your hips wind against him, too lost in the moment. His hands tremble as they dip under your clothes, index finger gliding around your waistband. You disconnect the kiss, chest heaving. He pulls his sweater from over his head, rolling to the side to trap you under him. One of his knees is lodged in between your legs, pinning you flat to the mattress.

You drag your hands down his torso, dancing over his pecs and down his abs. His breathing turns heavier, eyes half-lidded as he fumbles with undoing the buttons of your attire. Whether it be due to his recent heightened emotions, he almost seems desperate for your touch. Desperate to touch you.

By looking at him, a pang of guilt ripples through your heart. You can’t imagine being subjected to a life like his, having to deal with the sin of something you wish to not associate with. Dan doesn’t deserve to be treated or viewed the way he is. Sitting back up, you wrap your arms around his neck and drag him into another kiss, causing him to fall with you.

This time, you roll on top, holding both of his hands against the pillow. His lips pout, almost as though he were encouraging you to go further. Due to all of the touching, he became hard a while ago. He was waiting for you to be the one to initiate things.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re the only blessing this life has to give me. I must’ve used up any remaining luck I had to cross paths with you.” He rests back against the headboard, breaking his hands free so he can hold you.

“There’s so much more out there for you. We’ll find them together. We have an entire galaxy to search.”

“And much more beyond that.” He adds, the warm smile reappearing on his face.

You nod, returning your focus to his body beneath you. Sliding down his pants, you see his hardness outlined in his boxers, a small damp spot where pre-cum leaked out. His arousal for you didn’t bring him shame; he was pleased to allow you to see him this way. Vulnerability is something you only share with those you trust most.

Sliding them off, you take his dick into your hand, giving it a stroke before rubbing your thumb over his tip. The sensation shoots tingles up his body, goosebumps appearing up his skin. You continue rhythmically stroking his length, focusing your lips on leaving a trail of marks across his collarbone. He leans forward, allowing you easy access to the back of his neck where his hair covers. Swooping it out of the way, you leave a distinct hickey in a place no one will see. The only two people aware of its presence are you and him. It wouldn’t be the first thing you have both kept secret from everyone else.

Since he was already sensitive, it didn’t take him long to build up a climax, edging closer to an orgasm while you continued your motions. He panted, mouth directly beside your ear as you continued to decorate his skin with kisses and elaborately placed bites. A droplet of cum drips down onto your finger and you stop, wrapping your lips around his tip to clean him up. He swallows the lump in his throat, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand while you sit back up.

After removing your underwear, Dan guides you into the correct position, his tip pressed against your hole. He tilts his head to the side, waiting for you to tell him when you’re ready. With a nod, you lower yourself onto him, feeling him thrust up to speed the process. It didn’t take him long to bottom out inside you; your body is already familiar with his shape, fully accustomed to his size.

You both fall into the natural rhythm, your hips grinding against him while he pushes himself in and out. While he never fails to make you feel good, you intend to dedicate this night to him. He deserves the relief more than you. The longer this played out, the harder it became for Dan to suppress his urges, his knuckles turning white from the force he’s gripping your hips. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face, raising your concern. 

“Are you all right?” You whisper, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“I’m—” He bites his lip, suppressing the groan that tried to escape. “—I’m fine. It feels nice.”

Gradually, he begins thrusting into you with more power, your body falling forward, unable to remain upright. He rubs your back, now carefully nibbling the exposed section of your shoulder. His teeth glide over you like a dagger, sending a shiver through your core. You reach the peak of your climax, back arched as he continues to fuck into you, relishing the way you react.

His breathing pattern resembles that of a predator in the wild, the deep grumbles and pants revealing how much of his energy he’s exerting to get you this way. Unable to hold on, you release your orgasm, repeating his name quietly as you ride out the waves of pleasure. His nails dig into you, his final few thrusts sloppy. He held you close to his chest as he came inside of you, refusing to break the connection just yet.

Both of you are gasping, exhausted from the intimacy. Taking advantage of his current position, he litters your arm with kisses, lifting you up to get a look at what he has managed to do to you. Your neck has bruised, alongside a few of the bites on your collarbones; a breathtaking sight to see. You’re marked up by him, completely spent. All his.

The silence between you remains until the sound of heavy breathing dies down. When composed, he slips out of you, watching as his cum spills out of your hole. Reaching for a packet of tissues, he cleans himself and then wipes you down, removing the sticky fluid from your body so you don’t become uncomfortable. You roll off of him, lying on your stomach while he stands. As he’s walking to grab you a more comfortable set of clothes to borrow, he catches a glimpse of his appearance from the reflection of a frame on the wall. He had completely forgotten he revealed his true form, not feeling the horrors associated with the person of his past.

Returning to your side, he helps you up and slips a sweatshirt over your head, readjusting your hair for you. Large scratch marks trail down the length of your back, something he’s too ashamed to tell you about at this given moment. You were a mess, but you’re still as flattering in his eyes as you are usually. 

“Go get your teddy. It’ll look strange in the morning when people pass by your door. I’m going to use the restroom.” 

“I’m tired.” You yawn, pressing your forehead to his chest while he slides back into his pants.

“I’ll grab it for you then. We can watch the first episode of that series while we try to get some sleep. It’s late.” He flashes his phone screen at you, the large numbers declaring 1:01AM.

Silently leaving the archives, Dan grabs the teddy he gifted you from the floor of the passenger cabin as he redirects himself to the restroom. While in there, he can’t help but stare at himself in the mirror, realising he has a smile on his face as opposed to the usual sombre expression when he sees himself this way. A snicker leaves his mouth as he notices in detail each tiny mark you left on him, rendering it equal to the damage he left on you.

Tossing the teddy at you, Dan climbs back under the blankets and rests his head against yours, clicking play on the first episode of a series he had been hoping to watch with you. Even though you were drowsy, you kept yourself awake with small talk, grateful he trusted you enough to allow you to enter his personal space during such a tough time. As the episode plays out, you can see Dan waiting for the correct opportunity to speak.

“If I ever return home, I’d like you to accompany me. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” His tone was matched by the tender smile on his face, squeezing you tighter in the cuddle.

“I’ll go wherever you go. We’ll stay by each other’s side for the rest of time.” You reply, closing your eyes with a passionate flare sparking flames in your heart. You can rest peacefully knowing that no matter how long it takes, you’ll ensure he can live freely in his own body, being able to experience all the joys life has to offer without feeling the need to hide. 

[thesassypadawan]

Can't Sleep (Padawan Anakin x MasterFemReader)

Summary: Your sweet baby boy had a nightmare and comes to you for ‘comfort’…in hopes having some better dreams.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Good old fashion fun, mommy kink, and Ani’s big dick. Padawan Ani is of age (18).

Notes: A continuation of Nice Little Chat! ❤️

It all started earlier that night. You were lying on your sleep couch, enjoying some ‘quality’ time. When you heard the sound of the door hissing open…and a knowing smile crossed your face.

Aside from yourself, only one other person had the code for your quarters. Someone who was adorable and sweet…bratty and brash. Someone who you certainly weren’t opposed to joining you. “Baby…can’t sleep again?”

Propping up on your elbows, turning the light on with a careless wave of your hand. You’re met by the precious, erotic sight of Anakin. Hair tousled, pout on his face. Cloak slipping off his broad shoulders. Favorite blanket in tow and…raging erection sticking out through the opening of his loincloth, standing tall and proud.

“Had a nightmare,” he sniffled. Brows knitted together, chewing on his bottom lip. Completely oblivious (or not caring) to his current predicament. “Can I stay with you?”

“Of course,” you cooed. Grateful for the blanket’s cover as you subtly removed your fingers from your soaked core. “You know you’re always welcome. Come here, cuddle up with mommy…let her make it all better.”

Needing no more coaxing, he happily obliged. Hurriedly climbing under the covers and snuggling into your side. Larger body winding around you; cock pressing against your bare thigh. Smearing and leaking pre, whimpering softly every now and then…until he lulled himself to sleep.

At least, that’s what it seemed…

It’s so gentle, you chalk Ani’s little humps up to him finally having a VERY good dream. However, when they begin to grow faster and more erratic. Breath starts to come out in small puffs. An overwhelming sense of arousal floods the bond. And you knew all too well…

Shifting in his hold, your hand followed the lines of his toned chest and abdomen. Finding and cupping, squeezing his length gently; eliciting a tiny groan. “Mmmh, need some extra help settling in?”

“Please,” he whined. Rubbing himself into your palm, desperately seeking more friction. All the while looking at you with those big, blue eyes; the slightest dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Pretty please.”

Lips ghosted over his ear, fingers tugged at and loosened his wrappings. “Ssh, it’s okay…” Freeing him, nudging him onto his back. “I'll help you out…”

Wearing a playful smirk, you clamber on top. Straddling, running his fat tip through your slick covered folds. Guiding it towards, having it barely kiss your aching core. “Relax and let me take care of everything.” Before slipping him in with a flick of the hips and a low hiss.

Slowly, you rocked back and forth; bouncing, using just the right amount of force. Causing Anakin to squirm so beautifully, so cutely beneath you. That it had you practically purring in delight. “How’s that, my handsome boy?”

Big hands gripped your sides. Pillowy flesh spilling out from between his fingers as he dug in. Head tilting, rosy lips parting. The most precious pants and moans escaping him. “Hnng…feel…feel…”

“Good?” A giggle bubbled out and you grinded down harder in response. Taking his cock deeper, allowing it to bully and hit your cervix. Sparks of pleasure erupting, walls fluttering. “That’s what I like to hear.”

His pupils were blown wide, gaze unfocused. You could feel him twitching, tensing up. “Now, why don’t you cum for me? Pump me nice and full…so we can both have a lovely rest.”

If your words weren’t incentive enough, the way you clamped and clenched around Ani was…

Letting out a darling, little growl he came completely undone. His warm, sticky seed coated your insides. While you greedily milked him for every last drop…rode him steadily through his orgasm. Turning him into a babbling, mewling mess. “More…more…”

“Later, I promise.” Leaning forward, you brushed your lips across his. Capturing them in a brief, tender kiss. “It's time for bed.”

“Fine.” A sleepy smile formed at the corners of his mouth and his arms suddenly engulfed your waist. Abruptly rolling onto his side, taking you along…dick still buried. “Later.”

As he nuzzled his face into your hair, you could hear his breathing evening out. Feel him relax against you, mumbling ‘love yous’ over and over again. And… your heart melted.

Sure, you didn't cum. Small price to pay for Ani to have much better dreams the remainder of the night…Good start to his morning…and yours…

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[ilovetheriddler]

morning cuddles with egon?

I love any chance to do some sweet Fluff, It's always so nice to do! I hope that you enjoy it!

Rainy Mornings.

(Ghostbusters) Egon Spengler x F!Reader.

Word Count: 687.

Contents: Fluff, cuddles, kisses.

The sound of the soft rain outside slowly pulled you from your previously peaceful slumber. With a soft groan, you reluctantly opened your eyes, your gaze immediately landing first and foremost on your boyfriend, well technically your fiancé since he proposed to you just last night.

He had put a lot of thought into it, planning it out to be absolutely perfect. A nice candlelit dinner at his place, your favorite meal, and a nice wine. And of course, after you had accepted his proposal overjoyed by it, the night... heated up quite considerably until it resulted in the two of you worn out, tired, and breathless. An ideal outcome, honestly.

And now here you were, waking up in the arms of your soon to be husband. You snuggled a bit closer to him, his soft and warm breath fanning over your shoulder as you did. You let out a pleased sigh as you simply stared at him. He was just so damn handsome. You could feel him stir slightly, tightening his grasp on you. A few moments passed before he opened his eyes. A soft yet slightly dazed expression crossed his face, clearly still waking up fully. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before letting out a quiet hum.

"Mmm... Good morning dear.... did you sleep well?"

A slight shiver went down your spine. There was just something about how he sounded when he had just woke up that always did things to you.

"I slept pretty well. What about you?"

"It was a sufficient amount of sleep, I feel quite rested, and I certainly can't complain about waking up to such a pleasing sight every morning."

He propped himself up slightly, reaching over to grab his glasses that were lying on his bedside table. You watched as he put them on and stretched a bit, letting out a content sigh.

"Um.... Egon... do we have to get up yet? Can't we just lay here and cuddle for a bit longer...?"

"Well... I'm not immediately needed there since there currently aren't any massive ghost threats at the moment, so I suppose I can spend a few extra minutes holding you in my arms."

He carefully pulled you closer, making sure you were comfortable in his arms and allowing you to rest your head on his chest as he ran one of his hands through your hair. He ultimately stopped at your jawline and tilted your head up slightly so your eyes were meeting his. He leaned in and pressed a soft and sweet kiss to your lips, allowing it to linger for a few moments before pulling back.

"Was that kiss suitable, Mrs Spengler?"

You nearly stopped breathing right then and there. You hadn't really had time to fully process that you were going to technically be Mrs Spengler whenever you two decide on a date for the wedding. It had happened all so fast last night, and you were just so excited that it hadn't dawned on you. You'd be lying if you said that you didn't really like how that sounded.

"S-shut up.... i always love your kisses, and you know that...."

"I am aware. However, I still enjoy hearing you say it every now and then, my dear."

"Fine, it was an extremely sweet and pleasant kiss like always, happy?"

"Very happy."

You ultimately ended up laying there with him for about another thirty minutes before he insisted that he had to get ready for work. You reluctantly let him go get ready after whining about it being too early for him to leave already. It was already noon. He was fairly late, but you felt like your point still stood.

He made sure to give you a quick kiss before heading to the door, he had to pull away from you when you tried to pull him in for another, as much as he loved you he knew that he most likely wouldn't be going into work at all today if he gave into your attempts at affection.

"I'll see you later dear, please take care of yourself while I'm out."

[mrs-kodzuken]

hard to desire ⨟ kenma k.

chapter six

reflections the neighbourhood

❝We were too close to the stars

I never knew somebody like you, somebody

Fallin' just as hard

I'd rather lose somebody than use somebody❞

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Kenma unbelievably felt awful after last night’s—technically this early morning—shenanigans. Getting out of bed at an unusual time this morning, he decided to subtly try and make it up to you without actually having to tell you what he did wrong.

The bitter air nipped at his tired skin. Kenma’s eyes were heavy after not sleeping his usual amount, his two-toned air was thrown up into a low ponytail which seems to be all he wears nowadays.

As he blew a breath out, watching the puff of air show in the cold air, he thought about which cafe you would favor breakfast and coffee from. The old Nekoma sweatpants he constantly wore now proudly had a hole where his knee was. 

Kenma wasn’t sure how exactly he was going to make it up to you, he’s barely talked with and only knows some things because of Kuroo himself. He was such a shit roommate to you; he cursed to himself. 

This morning when he peeked inside your room to check in on how you were doing, which is something he never ever thought he would be doing, you were sound asleep on your bed.

And yet, still holding tight to the hoodie he lent you hours before. He couldn’t handle his heart rate at the sight of you, especially after he’s been such a dick too. 

Kenma knew his best friend was bound to be home now and frankly, Kenma didn’t care if he woke him up at just an early hour.

He waited for Kuroo to pick up the phone, hearing the dialing and looking at the picture of him and Kuroo from high school as the contact.

“Hello?” Kuroo’s groggy voice entered the line, Kenma had definitely woken him up.

“What’s Y/n’s favorite coffee place?” Kenma asked him, still searching around for one that will taste so good, you’ll have no choice but to forgive him.

The guilt was eating him alive; he got shit sleep last night because of it too, tossing and turning all night and keeping an ear out to make sure you wouldn’t have any more nightmares had caused him to roughly get less than two hours of sleep before the painstakingly noise of his phone alarm awoke him.

“Huh? Kenma? Uhh, it’s.. I think ‘Sunrise Sips’? They always open super early.” Kuroo thought about it for a minute, trying to ground his bearings as he just woke up to the piercing cry of a ringtone. 

“Okay, thanks Kuroo. Sorry for waking you.” And with that, Kenma hung up before Kuroo could even ask what he was planning, or why he was even up in the first place, it was unusual.

‘How convenient’ Kenma thought about the cafe you loved being open so early.

Must’ve been your new one from last week when he noticed you hadn’t been sleeping very well. Kenma was very observant and that was something you have not realized yet.

As he neared the nicely made coffee shop, his eyes were drawn to the outside pop-up board that advertised a new special fall drink that he immediately knew you would love to try.

And with that, he went in, the warmth of the cafe soothing his cold skin. Now that he really thought about it, Kenma never has ever bought you coffee, despite the many many times you have done it for him. 

Has he really been this shit at showing you basic kindness?

He decided to grab breakfast for himself and reluctantly Kuroo too. With that notion he headed back to the shared apartment where he would begin his plan of making it up to you in his actions.

He already said an actual apology, but you had no clue what it was for and just clearing his mental space—his guilt—he would do this.

Kenma gently knocked on your bedroom door, he heard small comical noises coming from your room, assuming your TV was on. When a soft, ‘come in’ was heard, he smoothly opened your door.

He saw you in bed, snuggled up to your stuffed animals watching some show on your TV, his hoodie long forgotten on the floor. 

“I got you breakfast.” He merely stated, trying to hand you the meal he bought you. 

You, on the other hand, were completely surprised that Kenma, your roommate, the guy who seemed as of late that he hated your guts but admired you sexually, had bought you breakfast with a coffee from your newly favorite shop.

This was weird, actually beyond weird. 

“Uh, thank you?” It came out more as a question instead of a statement. You didn’t know what to do and Kenma’s hands had gestured again for you to take the cup and breakfast croissant. 

You gripped the warm bag out of his hands along with the coffee he got for you, setting them both on your nightstand. You stared at him awkwardly for a few, his eyes peering about your girlish room.

You watched as he took in your sheer baby pink curtains, the remnants of nail polish bottle you forgot to put away from last night on your desk, the ruffled covers from how rough you slept last night.

“Oh, I’m sorry you had to deal with me last night.” You dryly chuckled, remembering how you probably irritated Kenma with that mess. It was sort of strange but nice of him to sit here with you and comfort you back to your normal self. 

“Don’t mention it. I hope you like your breakfast, the drink is new.” Kenma said, still standing there awkwardly in the middle of your room. He looked a bit out of place.

“Okay, and thank you for breakfast. I really appreciate it, Kenma.” You smiled, you probably looked horrible just thinking about your appearance but you didn’t care at this moment. Kenma had done something nice for you and you relished in the feeling.

“You’re welcome.” And with that, Kenma dispersed himself, closing your bedroom door as gently as he opened it. 

It was honestly a surprise that the Kenma would do something like this for you. You couldn’t wait to talk to Keiji about this new found experience, his advice was working after all.

Speaking of which, you eyed your calendar and realized that fall break was literally right around the corner. It starts in a few days, actually. 

However, over the course of those next few days, Kenma had become… easier to be around. You noticed that he was doing things with the intent of you in mind, you realized that when you saw him leaving gifts for you with a little note card on the front with your name.

After you had asked Kuroo about it, he just said that Kenma shows his affection in other ways than usual. You didn’t let the word ‘affections’ get to you because of course it meant platonic, right? 

When you came home from class one day you saw a fall pajama set on your bed. It was so pretty and you had been eyeing it in the stores for a few weeks now. With no one to get you a boo basket, you were going to leave them be but to your surprise, Kenma bought them for you.

Which also, unfortunately, meant that Kenma was stuck with the other matching half of the set buried in his closet because God forbid Kuroo find those and tease him.

Another instance was when you had been studying in your bedroom, lounging around the apartment before it was time to take your online mid-term and smelt heaven. 

Kenma was in the kitchen baking your favorite fall pie, which also happened to be his favorite so he used that excuse.

You gasped, “Kenma! Did you make that?” You obviously knew he did because you still see excess flour on the counters and a pile of dishes in the sink as he was in the midst of cleaning up.

The apple pie was cooling off on the stove and it looked magnificent. Your mouth was watering already at the thought of a break from studying and a sweet little treat to pair with it. 

“Yeah, you can have some if you’d like? Kuroo eats it sometimes but he doesn’t really care for apple pie.” Kenma’s back was turned away from you as he cleaned the flour off the counters.

You headed over to the dishes, “Okay! Thank you, is apple pie your favorite pie? It’s definitely mine, especially when it has caramel drizzle.” You smiled, getting some of these dishes out of the way since you would rather do them than get back to the brain-numbing pain of studying.

“I do, this is my mom’s recipe.” And with that you paused, that was so sweet. Kenma must really adore his mom if he remembered her recipe and used it to bake.

“That’s so nice. My mom doesn’t really have any particular recipes that I fancy enough to keep to memory,” You chuckled, rinsing the dishes, making sure that you rolled up your fall pajama set that Kenma gave you. 

“My mom baked a lot and when I was old enough, I guess I just learned her recipes and now they’re like second nature to me.” You turned around and watched him get out the utensils to cut the pie and caught a peek at the smile on his face. Breathtaking, it always was to see Kenma smile.

Your heart was beating wildly at the sight and you had to turn back around and collect yourself before continuing the conversation.

“That’s sweet. You should show me some of the other things you can bake one day, I’d love to see them.” You finished rinsing the last few dishes and wiped your hands off.

A thought randomly struck at you, “Kenma, since you bought me those pjs, where’s the matching half?” You asked in genuine curiosity of where they could be, or if he had them.

His body straightened just a bit at that and your eyes lit up, “They’re.. They’re in my closet.” He muttered, knowing what you were going to ask about next.

“Oh my gosh! You have to put them on! Please, please?” You begged and even clasped your hands together too. You watched as he thought about it in his head.

“Fine.” Kenma wasn’t really sure why he agreed, maybe it was your pressuring him? However, he knew that wasn’t right.

Deep down he knew that as much as he wanted to continue the facade of hating you, he knew that the so-called hatred he’s told himself that he has for you was actually a deep feeling of likeness. 

You were surprised that Kenma actually said yes to putting on the matching sets. This was the first time since you both met that it’s been actually fun to talk with Kenma.

He was actually a really thoughtful person, and really vigilant as he figured out that you had been wanting this specific pair of pjs. 

Quickly, you rushed to your room to grab your phone because you had to take pictures of Kenma with his fall, aesthetically orange pjs on. The little pumpkins, leaves, and black cats stand out against the main color which is another reason why you love them. 

You also wanted to get a picture because Kenma’s hair was up as per usual but this time, it was severely messy. That made you wild inside, you loved his hair and almost had a specific thing that made you drawn towards it. 

When you heard Kenma come down the stairs, you swiftly set up your phone so you could get a small video of him in the pjs. 

“Oh Kenma! I absolutely love them. You should wear them more often! They look great with your complexion.” You said, admiring how they fit his taller frame. Being shorter than Kenma, the pjs fit okay on you but you didn’t care, they were comfortable enough to sleep and lounge around in. 

“Thanks, I just bought them for you though.” He said uninterested in the idea of him wearing them all the time.

However, he was trying to stop and gather himself because just you being right here, talking to him, taking a video of him, and telling him how you want to spend more time together one day to bake was all getting to his head. That was sending pink tinted flush to his cheeks and made him slightly half-hard too.

“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. That’s understandable. I’m probably going to dig into this pie and continue studying then.” You smiled and gestured that he could take it off if he wanted.

“Well, have fun with that.” Was all Kenma could say before leaving. He wanted to say more but doesn’t really know how to keep nor start a conversation, especially when he’s trying to do this to rid himself of the guilt he caused himself after being responsible for your nightmares. 

“Will do!” You called from your spot, already hearing his feet pad along up the stairs. You weren’t ready to go back and do your mid-term but at least you had a video of Kenma to show for the small snippet of time you both shared that didn’t end up in an argument or nasty words.

That thought made your heart race again.

God, you needed to confide in someone about your feelings before you cracked into two. Not only was Kenma, naturally, super pretty and handsome for a guy—probably his mother’s features.

But he was also great at showing his affections that you kind of wished were not platonic. Now that you’re really thinking about it, you don’t even know why Kenma is doing all of this for you in the first place. 

‘Oh God,’ you thought and grabbed your phone, a plate of apple pie and sent Akaashi a quick text that was sure to get his attention. 

‘i think i have feelings for kenma’

And you left it at that as you shook off your nerves, took a breath in to forget about your feelings for a second, and did the last bit of your schoolwork.

After a quick meet up with Akaashi, you were told to try and talk to Kenma about your feelings. To which you said ‘Fuck no’ to. Keiji seemed adamant that your feelings were being reciprocated by Kenma in some shape, way, or form. 

The thought of actually sitting down with Kenma and trying to discuss that ‘oh, i think you’re hot and by the way, i like you’ is not going to work. As you walked up the complex stairs, tugging your jacket over your frame, you were met with Kenma entering his house key in the apartment.

“Oh, I didn’t know you left.” 

“I didn’t realize you were gone.”

You both had said in union, it made you cringe but give a half smile at him too. Curiosity got the better of you and before you knew it you were asking where he went.

“I was at Shoyo’s. We haven’t met up in a while.” Kenma stated, unlocking the door and letting you go in first. 

“Shoyo? I’ve never met him before.” You asked about him, you didn’t realize that Kenma had friends. You assumed since you saw him dressed up that particular day when you peeked into his room. 

“He’s a friend from high school. We used to have matches together between our schools.” Kenma seemed to have fond memories of his high school days, you thought as you saw him reminisce about it.

“That’s nice, I love catching up with friends too. I was actually with Akaashi a while ago. You know him?” What a stupid question, you thought, as Keiji already said he knew Kenma.

“Hm? Yeah, I know him. We’ve talked, not recently though.” You both took off your coats and put them away, taking the conversation to the living room. You needed to be wrapped up into a blanket stat. 

Before you could even sit down, a loud blaring noise was heard from the apartment complex. You immediately covered your ears and looked out the window to see what was causing this ruckus. 

There were fire trucks outside of your building and plenty of gas company trucks too. You looked over to see Kenma’s irritated expression and wincing of the loud noise.

When you both went outside, you were told to evacuate the building because there was a gas leak they needed to fix and no one was allowed to use any utilities. 

“Are you serious? How long do we have to be gone?” You yelled to the fireman over the noise.

“At most 24 hours, ma’am.” He stated, then moved along to tell your neighbors. 

You sighed in frustration, where the hell were you going to go? You did not feel like driving back home to spend a singular night there. 

“We should stay in a hotel for tonight.” Kenma yelled for you, practically reading your mind. You nodded and got ready to pack a bag that you would use for tonight.

It honestly seemed like the most logical answer anyways too, but you were pretty sure everyone in your apartment complex probably had the same idea too.

By the time you and Kenma arrived at the nearest hotel, there were already plenty of people inside trying to get a room. You winced at that and made your way to the front desk too.

“Hi, is there any chance we could get two rooms please?” You asked the receptionist who looked as overwhelmed as you felt.

“No ma’am, I’m sorry. However, we do have a singular room, would that be fine? Since we have a large number of guests, it’s the only thing we can offer.” You purse your lips and look back over your shoulder to Kenma.

He seemed to be watching everyone else, but you knew he was listening.

“One room is fine.” You sighed, not realizing your mistake in what you asked and paid for the room. The receptionist smiled, “Great, here is your room key. I hope you have a delightful stay.”

You got a quick smile out and then headed for the elevator, knowing Kenma was trailing behind you. It was starting to get extremely crowded and compact down there.

“Thanks for suggesting this. I didn’t know where to go.” You dryly chuckled at that, watching the number alight when you got to that floor.

“No problem.” Was all Kenma said, understandably so. You both had been kicked out of the apartment and since fall break started, Kuroo was already gone in an Airbnb with his friends for break. 

Once you got to the hotel room, you used the key and opened the hefty door. As you went in to set your bag down on your bed, you realized that there was not another one. 

“Uhh, Kenma? Did what I pay for only come with one bed?” You asked confused, not knowing if you needed to be more specific with the receptionist. 

“Damn.” Kenma groaned, knowing that there probably was not another room with two beds available by now. This was going to be a long night for him.

Especially since him nor you weren’t able to talk about the weird tension you both had been feeling. Kenma had discussed it with Shoyo hence the reason he was out at the—coincidentally—same time that you were out confiding in Akaashi before he left town for fall break. 

This was going to be such a long night.

synopsis: it's the summer before you go to university, and you decide to become roommates with your pen pal that you've known since you were in primary. big problem arises, he's got a roommate, and it just so happens that his roommate either has a sexual want for you or hates your guts – or probably both?

a/n: i hope you like <333 as always requests are open

tag list: @geektastic84 @lavanderdreamve @hhoneyhan @kirikeijii @marsoverthestars @nymphsdomain @justagirlnamedkai @kodzukein @74zix47 @kakuzone @jaeminaur @3lectraheart @ookamiakasuna @22marie16 @jlly1

@deftrow allowed me permission to make this/it's their idea from A03!! all i did was create a multi-chapter fic of it :) i made the banner!!

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Hii, I saw you take requests!! Hihi! Could you do a lee know drabble? Like reader fell first but he fell harder? They don’t know each other that well, see each other through friends sometimes and she has a huge crush and is a fan but is trying not to let it on and leave him be and then Idk just him maybe being like struck by fate and just completely starting to see reader differently, after just thinking of her as a nice girl he met a few weeks ago. Just soft Lee know please and some cute interactions and reader being completely caught off guard when he expresses interest… hahha idk I hope you like this💕🫶good luck with your paper!

Lonely St.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I tried adding my own twist on it and I hope you like it. Also, you are so sweet for wishing me luck with my paper! (I'm like 1/3 way done and am trying to finish another third in a couple of hours after sleeping, but writing this gave me the break I needed.)

WC: 1.6k

Summary: Your friend introduces you to his best friend who just happens to be a pro idol (I love it when he calls himself that) Lee Know!

Warnings: None! It's just some cute fluff about Lee Know

Lee Know x afab!Reader (strangers to lovers)

You loved the coffee shop you lived above. The owner was a sweet old lady who absolutely adored you, bringing you cookies occasionally or you went to her shop just to talk for hours. It always warmed your heart talking to her, and in exchange for all the free coffee she would give you, you would help out on weekends. She would let you close up any time you wanted on the days you worked, knowing how much you loved snuggling up in your special corner of her shop, Lonely St., with the cafe’s cat. 

It was an average weekend for you, it was 10 at night and you sat in your favorite spot next to the window reading a book. The fall air was freezing, causing you to bundle up in an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants. You loved it, the smell of coffee still wafting through the air. Harold, the cafe’s cat, was snuggled up in your lap purring occasionally as you rubbed behind his ears. As you became more and more immersed in your book you were oblivious to the jingling of the door until someone coughed. You quickly got up, marked your page, and ran to the counter. 

In entered your close friend, Heejin, with someone else. “Hi,” you ran up to him, embracing him in a hug. He always smelled like cinnamon for some reason and it brought you such comfort. You both became friends through work, since you both sat next to one another and he had a picture of a cat on his desk, you slowly became friends. “Hi y/n,” he said while pinching your cheeks, he always did this, acting like your older brother even though he was only 7 months older than you. “I brought my best friend from my hometown to check this place out, please tell me you guys still have pudding cups because I promised him you guys have some of the best in all of the area.” 

You look up to see none other than Lee Know and to say you were a bit awestruck was an understatement. You turned to Heejin and whispered in his ear, “You are friends with the Lee Minho and you didn’t tell me, some friend you are!” and he just chuckled. 

“Sorry, about that,” you said with an apologetic smile “My name is y/n, it’s very nice to meet you. I am a big fan of your guys’ music.” He just gave you a small smile. “Oh right,” you exclaimed “you are here for our famous pudding! The owner of the shop makes it fresh every morning. I am almost a hundred percent sure we have at least one left!” You ran over to the fridge looking inside to make sure that there was still the one you saw thirty minutes ago while you were cleaning. 

“Here you are, free of charge since we were going to throw it out anyways,” you handed it to him. Heejin looked at you disappointed, “where is mine?” You just looked at him “Did you forget about what happened last time that warrants me from ever giving you free food?” 

“How was I supposed to know that I can’t microwave tin-foil” he groaned “it doesn’t look like a metal.” You just glared at him as Minho chuckled in the background, sitting down and taking a scoop of the pudding. “This is really good, Heejin why haven’t you been bringing me this when you visit me?” he asked with a dead serious face “I thought you were supposed to be the loving boyfriend in this relationship” he pouted. 

“Wow Heejin, cheating on me? What would Chip think, wait until he finds out his favorite person is no longer talking to his owner,” you said with a giggle. “HEY!” Heejin shouted “I’m my cat’s favorite person” Minho just rolled his eyes, “You know he loves me the most, you both keep lying to yourselves.” You just giggled as you and Heejin joined Minho at the table, sitting down. 

You guys began talking, about everything and everything. How Heejin and you met, how Minho and he became friends, their adventures to Japan, and how it was being an idol. Before you knew it, it had become one in the morning. Harold was snuggled up beside Minho, and you were getting a bit tired, thinking about the long day ahead of you. “I guess we should get going Heejin,” Minho said, stretching a bit. “It was very nice meeting you y/n, I hope to see you again and next time buy some more pudding,” he said with the biggest grin in his life. 

He was so cute you thought to yourself, but you shouldn’t think like this. He was an idol and you didn’t have a chance, it would be cool you thought to yourself. You said goodbye to them, closing up the shop and going back to your apartment, not knowing Heejin introducing you to Minho would shift your entire life. 

 It had been a couple of months since you first met Minho, at first you didn’t think much of it. You knew he was busy being one of the biggest idols in Korea and thought you would never see him again, but you were so wrong. 

Every weekend he would come to the shop at 11 pm on the dot, he never missed a Saturday. It was your new regular pattern, instead of curling up with a book, you would talk to Minho about anything and everything under the sun for hours. Sometimes Heejin would be there, but sometimes he wouldn’t. 

In the back of your mind, you would find yourself falling for Lee Know. The way he would talk with such adoration about his cats, or his wild stories about the other members of his group, you would always pay full attention. You loved the ways he would joke around, but you would often feel flustered at times when he talked to you. 

You were already a big fan of his music and his personality prior to meeting him, but getting to know him amplified your feelings tenfold, you knew he wouldn’t look at you like that. You liked the comfort of having him as a friend too much to risk that relationship. That’s why you never acted on any of your emotions, no matter how infatuated you were with him. 

You would feel your cheeks getting red whenever he would compliment your outfit that day or when he tried your new recipe and gave you feedback. You guys often talked about desserts, it always ended up with him promising you that he would bring you one of Felix’s famous brownies. “They are literally the best thing I have ever eaten, like genuinely, I will bring you one the next time he makes them.” 

He ended up upholding that promise the second month you guys became friends. He looked you straight in the eyes while you took a bite. His eyes transfixed on you to see your reaction. “These are amazing, please ask him for the recipe for me,” you said with a grin and that was the first time he looked at you in a different light. 

For Minho, it was hard to talk to people, to open up with people he didn’t grow up with especially because he did not know if they had his best interest at heart. He was scared that people only liked him for his status, and was scared to make new connections. When he first met you, he was scared. Heejin had told him that he made a new friend whom he wanted him to meet. “She’s so sweet, and the embodiment of a homebody, so don’t worry she won’t say anything”

He put himself in what he called “idol mode” straight-faced and straight to the point, thinking that he would just say Hi to you, get some pudding, and leave with Heejin. What he did not anticipate was loving your personality, how you could listen to him for hours while still engaging with him, unafraid to ask questions. You didn’t use anything against him either, at first he was scared that you would tell dispatch about his stories, but it was quite the opposite, you guys trusted each other. 

You wouldn’t even bring up the stories he shared with you in front of Heejin, afraid that Minho had not already told Heejin.  That’s what got him to keep coming back to you every weekend. He thought of you as one of his close friends, someone he could confide in, that was until a night in the middle of February. The weather was cool and he had just come over, taking off his scarf, and could not find you. 

You rushed from the kitchen, flour on your face and apron, and that was when he knew he was whipped. He should have known it from the beginning, how you were slowly becoming his favorite person to confide in, but at that moment he knew he wanted more. He wanted to snuggle up next to you like you did with Harold. He wanted to bake with you and be there when you made the new recipes you showed him. He didn’t care about being an idol at that moment, walking towards you, and taking your face in his hand. 

“What are you doing?” you asked cocking your head to the side a bit. “What I should have done months ago,” he replied placing a kiss on your lips.

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Delicate (Jake's Version)

9 - Comme De Fleurs Nous Fanons

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: SMUT, cockwarming, protected!sex, feelings and lots of them, mention of death (wow these are wild)

A/N: Smut and sad wrapped into one nice, little heartbreaking package. The chapter title is hidden in one of the songs on the playlist, by the way hehehe. Take that as you will.

Taglist: @mrsevans90

Playlist

Mom: Where are you

Mom:  assuming you're with Jake

Mom: I don't care i just want to know you're okay

Mom: your father isn't feeling well at all

Mom: he wants to speak with Jake at some point about you

Sam awoke to what felt like five hundred texts but it was just the ones from her mom and a few from Nat.

Nat: tell Jake we really appreciated him paying last night

Nat; we had a good time

Nat: maybe we can do that more often?

Sam smiled as she texted her mother back first.

Sam: im okay, yes I'm w Jake, I will tell him dad wants to chat, be home in a bit

Then she text back Nat back. 

Sam: well would both like that, and he said no problem at all, he enjoyed it too

She had rolled onto her stomach, and there was a well-muscled arm strewn across her back. Jake was still snoozing, his breath warm as it hit her arm. She nudged him and he groaned, but opened one eye slightly, then smiled.

“Fuck yes, there's a girl in my bed.” He rasped triumphantly, jokingly, and Sam shook her head and leaned in to kiss him. She put her phone down and snuggled up close in his arms. She swung a leg over his hip and remembering that they went to bed naked, he thrust his hips toward hers, settling his hard length against her. He wanted to push it inside her. He didn't even want to fuck her at that moment, he just wanted to be as close as he possibly could to her.

“Hey, can I...put my dick inside you? Like just to put it inside you? I just wanna feel you.” He asked, his voice so soft and needy that Sam couldn't possibly resist. She didn't, as she positioned herself so that he could just slide right in. She wanted to feel him too.

“Just don't cum...I'm not on birth control.” She said and his eyes widened. He glanced down between them, admiring her pretty, round breasts against his chest.

“Like to live on the edge huh?” Jake asked, as he gently pushed himself between her folds, letting a satisfied groan leave his lips. He pressed them into her neck.

“No, I'm just very careful with who I let inside me . I very much doubt you're gonna get me pregnant and run, pretty boy. Dare I say, Jake Seresin , I trust you.” Sam's tone was confident and matter of fact and Jake nodded in agreement. He would most certainly not do that. He was raised better than that and if it came to it, he would take full responsibility for anything that happened between them.

Her wet warmth enveloped his length so easily and left him feeling like he could just go back to sleep. He was so comfortable with Sam. It was then that he made a decision that would change the trajectory of the rest of his life. No doubt he wanted to be chosen for this mission, but if he didn't get to be team leader, he wasn't going to be as upset as he would if he didn't have Sam to come home to. He wanted to make sure he could come home. 

“Can I ask you somethin’?” Jake’s voice was low but soft as he ran his fingers down her ribs, around the curve of her ass, drawing her in even closer. He knew he hit the deepest part of her when her brow furrowed and she whimpered softly.

“Yeah...” she sighed, as she brought her hands up and around the back of his neck. She toyed with the hair there.

“What kind of relationship do you want this to be?” He asked and her eyes fluttered shut. She puzzled over her answer for a few moments, as she shifted slightly, pushing him so that he was on his back and she was straddling him. Jake relaxed into the pillows and placed his hand at her hips. 

“I want to be done dating...I need stability. I hate dating. I hate getting to know new people. I just want to be comfortable with someone. Especially with my dad being...” She stopped, mind going fuzzy at the thought of her father’s condition. Jake watched as her thoughts went elsewhere and he ran his fingers up and down her spine, attempting to bring her focus back on him. Her eyes flicked to the sage green of his and she bit her lip. “Is that what you want too?”

“I don't want to fuck around anymore. It's honestly boring. I'm ready to commit to somethin’ long term. I want someone to come home to.” He said softly, reaching up to brush hair from in front of her eyes. Sam could tell by the way he stared at her, the way he vigilantly watched her every move, he'd fallen head over boots for her. Sam wasn't even surprised. This happened with most guys, but it for sure felt different with Jake. Most guys she'd been with wanted to parade her around, introduce her to their friend and family, brag that they'd bagged a Naval Commander’s daughter. Jake had been humble about all of it though. It wasn't about the outside connections that would benefit him. Even when he had the few moments to show her off, he did it in a way that oozed confidence but was also respectful, which was on par with what Nat had told her about him.

“So were both compliant then?” Sam mused and Jake could feel her beginning to giggle, but she stopped herself, as her fingers weaved through his short hair, making him press into her hand.

“Yes ma'am. So official. Where do I sign?” He asked, voice husky as Sam scratched his scalp leisurely. She'd come to realize just how much he enjoyed her hands in his hair, so she was all too eager to please him in that sense.

“We need to discuss a few things before you sign.” Sam said and he drew back, slight panic crossing his features. “I think we need to be honest about past partners...”

“Okay?” Jake shifted and he felt his length soften, finding the conversation suddenly less interesting. He didn't really want to discuss his past partners like this, but he gave her pause because it was so clearly bothering her at that moment. 

“I've known Bradley for years because of Mav. I slept with him once, when I was with Dad, visiting NAS Oceana. There's no feelings from my end, but I know Bradley is still a little sore that I picked you over him.” She explained and Jake pursed his lips. 

“Ah...okay...well...I slept with Nat once. Only once. And there are definitely no feelings on either end. She kinda hates me.” He pressed in closer to Sam and she dissolved into a fir of giggles against him.

‘She doesn't hate you. She just knows your reputation with women and feels stupid for being another notch in your bed post. She thinks it makes her looks unprofessional, where it's already hard for her as a female pilot.” Sam reasoned and Jake understood completely. 

“I'm sorry she feels that way. I didn't intend it like that. I was a whore in my younger years and I really don't want to be that anymore.” He said and Sam grazed her nails up and down the back of his neck as the conversation went silent for a few moments. Jake's cock had checked out for a few with the awkward and serious nature of their chat, but with her hand at the back of his neck, it was beginning to gain interest again. She hiked her leg a bit further up his hip, needing to adjust her position for whatever reason, and that had him immediately hard again. He poked his nose at hers, gaining her attention. “Can we go back to the talk about where I sign on to bein’ your boyfriend full time? I think I'm like, a prime candidate for the job and since it's open...” 

“You are one smooth asshole, you know that?” Sam chuckled and she let her lips be drawn to his. She couldn't help it. It was like he had this unavoidable gravity that she got caught up in and couldn't escape.

“But I could be your smooth asshole.” Jake said with a smirk, his lips hovering over hers. He was achingly aroused now, not forgetting that he was already inside of her. Half of the work was done. 

“You already are mine. You waltzed in like the cutest, most confident stray puppy and had no doubt that I'd keep you.” Sam joked and Jake grinned.

“Please don't take me back to the pound. I'm too good looking.” He said, taking the opportunity to carefully move his hips back and forth a few times.

“Jake...careful.” Sam's voice turned stern but there was still lust on the brim. He rolled and pulled her with him, untangling them deftly from the sheets. He tapped her leg.

“Hop off my cock for two seconds.” He commanded and Sam’s brows furrowed and she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips as she raised herself up and off of him. He reached over into the drawer of the night stand and plucked a condom from it. This one had a pink wrapper. “Ooh. This one's nice. One of those warming ones.” He said, ripping it open with his teeth, spitting the foil to the side of the bed, and rolling the condom over his length which was at full mast now. He reached for Sam, and she knowingly re-mounted him. 

Jake's hands gripped her hips, but then one hand went down to guide his cock back inside her. Both of her hands were on his chest, playing with the sparse hair there as she eagerly relinquished control to him. He slid inside with ease and a soft whimper left his lips that made her blush. The fact that the big, tough Hangman sounded like his composure could fail at any moment underneath her, made her hot. The sounds he made spooled heat in her loins like no other man had ever. It did nothing good for her own ego that Jake was a writhing mess for her. 

“God fucking damn it. You feel so damn good on top of me. So good wrapped around my cock, babygirl.” Jake's words had an edge to them, all desire and a little something Sam might have called reverence, but that might just be what she wanted to hear. 

“You need to stop with the pet names or I'll cum right now.” She moaned as he sheathed himself to the hilt, hitting the deepest parts of her. There was a twinge near her belly button that caused her to glance down at where they were joined. He was fully inside of her and it hurt so good. 

“Don't say shit like that. You're gonna awaken some sort of kink that I ain't never knew I had.” His voice took on a southern twang, making Sam shiver slightly. There was the good ole small town Arkansas boy she wanted. The California pretty boy came right the fuck out of him when his basal instincts took over and he reverted in speech and mind to his country boy roots. Sam would bet money that he had some kinks that she could get on board with. She's always wanted a pretty country boy to fuck her in the bed of his truck underneath the stars, so maybe she'd hint at that the next time they were in the truck. 

“Yeah, Jake? What kinda kinks do you have? Tell me, handsome, I wanna know.” Sam teased and a deep growl settled in Jake's chest as his hands took a hard hold of her ass. He wiggled both and then firmly slapped them, prompting Sam to yelp and dig her nails into his pecs. 

“You. In control. For one.” He said, pressing his head back against the pillows and using his whole body to bounce her up once, his actions begging her to get going. “Ride me like you stole me. I know you know how.”

Sam swallowed hard at his words, feeling breathless as she gazed down into darkened sage green eyes. They were calculating, and patient, but there was ferality to them that she wanted, no, needed, to tame. She took in a deep breath and she began to move her hips, not up and down but more scooping back and forth, so that her clit ground against the freshly shaven skin just above the base of his shaft. She was already on the edge of her orgasm, having had him settled inside her for such a long time beforehand, so she didn't need much to get her over the peak. 

“That's it, babygirl. You look so good up there, with those perfect tits bouncin’ up and down. Fuuuck . Use me . I wanna feel you cum on my cock so bad.” Jake's voice was strained, a needy whine at the end of his words that made Sam come undone so fast and hard that she saw stars as she moaned his name, loud and proud. Sweet, rapturous notes danced around his name, leaving her lips and filling the air in the room. She threw her head back in ecstasy, and raked her nails down his chest, which made his resolve fizzle out. He filled the condom, but he wished he was spilling inside her bare. He'd absolutely settle for what he was getting though, because it was a dream come true for him either way. 

Sam collapsed on top of Jake and he could feel for a moment how they were both in sync, breath ragged, hearts pounding in their chests. His hands traveled up and down her sides and her back, fingers dipping at the indent of her spine. She reached for his hair, massaging with the pads of her fingers softly. 

“Signed, sealed, delivered, huh?” Jake mused which made Sam burst out with laughter. Jake chuckled too, feeling warmth spread in his chest. It was unfamiliar to him as it was not a lustful warmth. It was something he felt few times before, something he felt that was similar to the comfortable warmth he would feel when he saw his brother or his parents after a long time away. His cold and seemingly uncaring heart filled with the warmth of love for Sam as she hovered above him. 

“Jake...I am so comfortable with you. I really like that...” Sam said and Jake's thoughts for a minute were ‘not feelings talk again’ but he let her continue, because not only did he know that he loved her, he also respected her. She had earned that immediately from him, by way of her own cocky confidence and intelligent retorts. “And...I am really grateful to you for helping me get through what's going on with my dad. I feel alone with it sometimes...”

“Remember I said you tell me when you feel like that and I'll take it away?” Jake murmured as he wrapped his arms around her lower back and squeezed gently. She made a satisfactory noise.

“Yes. And you are. You’re making me pretty fucking happy when I probably shouldn’t be.” Sam whispered and Jake’s brow furrowed at her admission. She lifted her head then, moving her arms to his chest, and propping her chin on her hands to look directly at him. “Which, by the way...my dad wants to see you. Wants to discuss you and I.”

“Nothing bad I hope? I actually wanted to talk to him too though, so I guess it’s good timing.” Jake said, as they settled and both became quiet and comfortable in the silence. Jake would try to talk to Ice later that day.

🛩🛩🛩

Ice wasn't doing well. Now he was having more trouble breathing. His cancer was back and it was fierce. Maverick had just been to see him a few days ago. Now he had another visitor. The blond knocked gently on the door and Ice made a motion for him to enter the room. He'd asked not to be put on a ventilator. He knew his time was coming and he wanted to go out at least a little like himself. A little bit of dignity left. 

Jake Seresin pulled the chair to the edge of the bed, where Iceman was propped up on a pillow. His phone was on his lap and he was resigned to the fate of using the notes app to communicate. Ice held a hand out and Jake shook it carefully. He felt like he might break the man. Jake hadn't known him personally for very long, but now that he did, it almost made this whole thing worse. Ice put his other hand over Jake's and patted it a few times before picking up his phone and typing something to show to him.

How's the training?

“Hard. Mav is tough. Expects a lot, but I guess that's good.” Jake said, glancing over at Ice with solemn eyes. Ice smiled. He typed again and showed Jake.

And Sam? 

Jake drew in a sharp breath and swallowed hard. He could've sworn the ring in his pocket vibrated in anticipation. The ring that he’d snuck away from work to buy. The ring that he felt like he was maybe making a mistake with. The ring that he’d spent way too much on for a woman he barely knew, but for once, he was going to wing it and trust what he was feeling deep in his heart.

“Uh, well sir, that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. And I knew you wanted to talk to me about her too, so maybe we’re on the same page.” Jake said softly, glancing at the door. Ice nodded, having a feeling he knew what Jake was about to ask. He placed a hand over Jake's again and took a minute to type something out.

You're a good pilot. You remind me of...me...when I was young. Just the right amount of arrogance and loyalty. The kindness and respect you've shown my daughter is something of a unique and admirable quality. Not many men can be so honorable with someone else's daughter as you have been. You must really love her, though you’ve only known her for a short time, but...when you know, you know.

Good that Ice didn't know what he and Sam had gotten up to in private though. Jake's brows knitted as he stared into Ice’s eyes. Tears welled and his jaw worked as he gathered his composure enough to ask Ice the question he'd come to ask. He cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter. 

“Sir, I would like to ask for your blessing...to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage.” Jake's voice was shaky and Ice smirked. He pulled Jake toward him in a hug. When he let go, Ice typed out his response.

I would be honored to have you marry my daughter.

Jake let his breath out and took a deeper one. He smiled and thanked Ice. They sat in a comfortable silence for a little longer. Ice only asked one thing of him.

Just be there for her, Jake. She doesn't need anything else but you. Especially now. I won't be here for much longer. 

Jake's mouth tightened, knowing he was right. Sam would need him more than ever very soon.

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Cold

@wolfstarmicrofic December 16th -775 words

Remus was slowly waking up. The familiar ache in his joints was duller today, but still present. The moon hadn’t been bad at all, he didn’t feel excruciating pain anywhere in his body, he felt like none of his bones broke and didn’t register any open wounds. Overall, a nice moon. 

The strange thing about that morning was the warm, plushy and furry cushion his head was on. It was so comfortable, Remus didn’t open his eyes, he just snaked his hand through all that good smelling fur, snuggling his face in it as well. 

Around him he could hear some muffled giggles, and he furrowed his brows, but still didn’t feel like opening his eyes: he was too comfortable. 

Then, something wet was lapping at his face, and he opened his eyes just to stare into Padfoot’s big black snout.

“Ew, Padfoot, why would you do that? That’s disgusting!”

Finally he registered where he was: the Shrieking Shack was enlightened by the first sunrays, and he was snuggled up on Padfoot’s gigantic form, using him as a pillow on the floor. His body was covered by a heavy blanket, and Prongs and Wormtail were looking at him from the bed. 

“Good morning sleeping beauty! How are you feeling?” 

James was energetic as always, but Remus noticed that he stifled his enthusiasm for his sake, he mentally thanked him. “I’m fine, nothing broken and no open wounds, so…” 

He was still petting Padfoot, who hadn’t transformed back, choosing to accept the cuddles given by his boyfriend. 

“Sorry you had to sleep on the floor, mate. We tried to get you on the bed, but… hum…” 

Wormtail was trailing off, and decidedly not looking at him in the eyes. 

“What? What did I do? Did I hurt any of you?” 

Remus was starting to get paranoid, but James calmed him.

“None of that, Moony, calm down. You just didn’t want to leave Padfoot’s side, that’s all. When you transformed back, we put a blanket on you and let you sleep for a bit.” Prongs’ grin never left his face, and Remus felt like there was something they were not telling him.

He looked at his boyfriend, who responded with a friendly bark and a lick on the tip of Remus’ nose, before turning back into Sirius and enveloping him in a hug.

“Good morning, darling. Merlin, it’s bloody cold in here! How did you make it all these past winters without us to keep you warm?” 

Remus just shrugged, ignoring the snicker coming from the bed behind him. What the hell were they not telling him?

“I managed.”

 “Well, lads, me and Wormy are off. We’ll leave you two lovebirds alone, so that Remus can have some privacy. Speaking of: you might wanna pick that blanket up, mate.” 

Remus scrambled to pick his blanket up and cover himself better, he hadn’t noticed it slipping off that much, while James and Peter fled from the shack, still bloody laughing. 

“Ok. What happened? Why are they laughing like maniacs?” 

Moony asked his boyfriend, who was passing him his clean clothes that he placed in a drawer the night prior. 

“Ah, that. It’s nothing, don’t worry. Moony was just a bit… affectionate, last night.”

Remus picked up what Sirius was implying, and felt the urge to bury himself. Instead, he just buried his face in his hands, hiding his embarrassment.

“Oh Merlin, please tell me I didn’t.” 

Sirius laughed at his boyfriend, and just hugged him, forgetting the clothes for a moment. 

“It’s nothing, Moony. I found ìt quite flattering, actually. Even in wolf shape, you still can’t resist my charm. It’s admirable, truly.” 

“Fuck off.” 

Sirius barked a laugh and just started leaving kisses all over Remus’ face, trying to cheer him up. 

“Oh, come on. Don’t kill yourself over it. Dress up instead, you’re gonna get frostbites in this bloody cold.” 

Remus shoved him away, still too embarrassed, and started dressing up (he was actually very cold). Once he was done, he laid down on the bed, and Sirius joined him. Remus would have had to wait for Madame Pomfrey to come fetch him. 

“Sirius, you should go, Madame Pomfrey will be here any minute now.” 

“I’ll just turn into Padfoot, she’ll figure a big black dog broke inside this morning, don’t worry about it.” 

“Mh, if you say so…” 

But Remus couldn’t really put two coherent thoughts together: he was already drifting back off to sleep. Sirius looked lovingly at him, kissed him on the tip of his nose, and turned back into a dog, curling up beside him, offering a soft pillow to rest on. 

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A Touch of Life, A Life of Touch (NSFW 18+)

Summary: Time to take a break from all the heavy stuff we saw in the most recent fics. Just some cute slice of life, sprinkled with some smutty loving goodness at the very end.

Warning: NSFW at the End!! Gender neutral reader but female anatomy referenced, Oral Sex, Penetrative sex, Thigh jobs, Khopesh and Lullaby just living their daily lives with plenty of affection in between.

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5:00 AM

A simple but effective beep beep beep, beep beep beep, wakes you the rest of the way from your peaceful slumber. Your phone alarm is going off.

You stretch, yawn, and take a drink from the water bottle at your bedside, along with some morning medication.

Time to start the day.

Brush teeth, fix hair, on with your work clothes. A month or so has passed and the days are decidedly more chilly. Another layer would suit you well you think, grabbing the jacket you're certain will Never be free from the loose hay in its pockets.

You pick up a few more things from the bedroom: a charger, your phone, your headphones...

"Mrfmph..." You hear a sleepy murmur in the bed behind you, and turn back with a warm smile.

Your Nightlord is sleeping on the other side of the bed, he'd come in and snuggled up to your sleeping form late in the night. Now it was your turn to be the one awake.

You lean over your Sweetness, and part of your yearns to crawl back into bed for just a few more minutes (that would turn into at Least a half hour making you rush the rest of your day) No, as cute as your Khopesh is you can't give in.

You press a tender kiss to the sleeping Nightlord. "I'll see you later my darling.~"

At least you Thought, he was sleeping. "Mmm-no.." You suddenly find yourself snatched! Grabbed! And bamboozled!

"Eep!" You shriek with surprise and Laughter. "Khopesh I gotta Go!" You chuckle, pushing  against the solid wall of purring muscle that's pulling you back into the warm covers. So toasty warm and nice.

"Mm-No, stay," he says simply, rubbing and nuzzling his face into yours. "Outside cold, Nest is Warm, stay..."

You kiss him softly. "The Horses are cold too. They need their breakfast." You coo. "And you need more rest before you start your base duties. I'll see you again soon."

"MrmmMmm," Khopesh grumbled, but acquiesced but only after demanding "One more kiss!"

As if you had any problem giving him every last one.

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6:15 AM

As you putter around getting things done at the barn; supplements in buckets, hay in the wagon, prep the beat pulp, divvy the alfalfa, grab the goat food...

Your eyes catch sight of a familiar group in white armor over at the fence near the road. You check your watch, you've got time for a quick hello.

"Hooooo! CAPTAIN!" You call out, causing the Space Marines in white helmets to turn. As you did often you grab a basket of apples, and other snacks and head to the fence.

The horses on your side approach you with interest, but you carefully weave around them with the basket on your shoulder.

"Horseman," Esen greets you, as you climb the fence and sit atop it. It brings you to eye level with the White Scars.

"Catch!" You toss an apple which the Captain does indeed catch easily. Then you pick up three more and break into a cascade juggling them. Toss! One for Batu, Toss! one for Ganbold, Toss! And one for Dölgöön all caught easily tossed from your hands.

"Well done," Batu cheers as he takes a bite of the juicy fruit. Dölgöön breaks his in half delicately, placing one half in his mouth, and giving the other half to one of your horses.

"You look well." Captain Esen remarks, simply holding onto his apple, before reaching up and ruffling your hair a bit.

"I feel pretty well too." You affirm, offering him the basket of snacks, which he does take from.

Ganbold squeezes his apple so the juice runs, somewhat messily, into his mouth. Before giving the crushed bits to your horse Tisane, who greedily ate them.

"Are you looking forward to our training today?" Dölgöön asks, in his usual restrained tone.

You nod. "Of course! I want to learn from as many people as I can." You say, offering him more from the basket. He takes a granola bar.

Unbeknownst to you when you'd been saved, Dölgöön had a measure of psychery. After the discovery of your mutation Anrir elected to inform him as well as the other marines who had saved you about your...development.

He needed to interview them to try and get a better understanding of what he believed was the catalyst for your bond mutation. So he figured he might as well enlist their help in psychery testing and your physical training regime.

It helped Karlsor and Claude not become over worked, and damaged by overusing their psychery.

"Hey! Don't forget me!" Ganbold says jovilaly. "We'll also be testing your physical improvements! I look forward to seeing how your trainers have done so far."

"Ah right," You agree, though part of you hopes it won't be as...bumpy as your first physical workout with an astarte.

"Okay first put on these weights. Now we're going to run. 30 laps around the base. Normally I'd make you do 50 but we're starting off easy."

"Uh...Pyrus..."

"What is it Trainee?"

"I can't move..."

The workouts overseen by Pyrus had been Much better after that. You know using weights your could actually...lift? Even letting you take time in the forge, he called those 'practical' lessons, which you performed eagerly.

"Pyrus has been good to me so far." You affirm. "But again, good to have multiple teachers. I'm looking forward to it...just not the soreness that will come after." You chuckle. "Anyway I've gotta get back to work. See ya'll later!"

You wave goodbye and take the basket back inside. Then you start tying the horses so they can be fed.

7:30 AM

You're waiting for the waters to fill, and you see another familiar sight. A large taciturn being in Grey black armor with hazard stripe pauldrons is fiddling with some pieces of scrap near your old decrepit barn.

You smile and make your way over, grabbing a few of the snacks you Know he likes.

"Malkos," you greet with a simple smile. He simply grunts, in acknowledgement.

"You know...my mother was just Raving about how I'd fixed up the goat's fence. Telling me what a Good Job I'd done." You chuckled. "I Almost felt bad when I had to tell her it wasn't me..."

Malkos gives you a huff and a side eye. "It was sub optimally constructed And falling apart, it was an affront to my eyes, that is all."

You nod. "Yep...thing was old as shit. But..." You bring the snacks from behind your back. "It's still appreciated."

The Iron Warrior eyes you for a moment, flicking up and down to the snacks before signing, and taking them from your hands.

You smile knowingly.

Malkos pointedly looks unimpressed, but he does take a bite of his snack. "I think I will next set to making an automatic water shutoff...I think you could use one."

You raise an eyebrow, before looking behind yourself and realizing the water was overflowing. "Oh Shit!" You run full pelt back so you can turn it off.

Malkos makes sure you can't see him while he does, but he allows himself a Small smile at your antics.

Silly Human.

8:45 AM

You're finishing up the tasks in the barn, but you do need a little hustle, you need to leave for work around 9:15 am. You haul ass with a wheelbarrow Full of manure to the piles out back.

You're just about to upend the barrel, when the soft ground beneath you begins to shift and shake. "Woah! WoaH WOAH!"

"RAAAAWR!" A familiar smell breaks through the soil along with its source, you stumble but don't fall as the large green Death Guard surprised you.

"Boo!" He says once he is more visible and sitting upright.

"Xerxes!" You chastise without any real bite. "You should've let me know I was stepping on you. I could've put my foot in your mouth." You joke.

This causes Xerxes's two mouths to chuckle. "I am glad...to... see you in...Good spirits. I will visit...the base later...would you show me...your progress in psychery?"

You nodded. "Of course! I'd be happy to have you come by and see what we're working on."

Xerxes nods. "I will...look forward to...it..." He breathes.

"By the way could up wait here. There's something I want to give you." You say, before making a quick run back into the barn and finding It. 

You run back out to the Death Guard and you see him And the mouth on his gut perk up at the sight of a take out box in your hand. "Took a while but this one's got Real soupy, I mean it was a soup to begin with But I think its been sitting around enough to be Just Your Taste." You say unveiling the Salamander Spicy Ramen that wasn't to Khopesh's preference.

Or what's left of it. Over a month of aging had left it in a Poor State for anyone...except a Death Gaurd.

Xerxes clapped happily. "Marvelous! Rotten...Fetid and.... Marvelous! Thank you..." He said, eagerly taking the offered food and trying some.

"Hrrrrrm, the heat....is still there beneath.... the miasma....lending it...a greater depth...of Flavor!" He slurped up the 'food' greedily.

"Enjoy!" You say, tipping the wheelbarrow and hustling back inside. You waved to Xerxes as you went about your final tasks for the barn work.

10:00 AM

Khopesh finally stirs from his sleep, and goes about his own routine of prep. Nightlords are primarily Nocturnal, but their placement here on Ancient Terra has made them need to. ..adjust a bit.

He brushes and polishes his sharp teeth to a shine. Before donning his armor. He needs to make his way to the base for...kitchen duty.

Khopesh huffs, the work is Important, it is teaching him restraint so he does not accidentally harm his Lullaby. And the food access is another perk though Zaarius was Firm that he was only allowed so much extra.

Khopesh exits his nest (a repurposed section of the outside garage so he could have larger private quarters, his Vada had taken to the task eagerly, though it Did leave a bit less room for his hobby of car repair...until he'd expanded that as well.) He takes in the cool of the morning. The light on his Vada and Muti's home is beautiful, with his Helmet to block the painful rays to his eyes. He looks towards his Lullaby's home and sees their vehicle is gone.

Ah yes, they have a shift at their part time job this day of the week. But! He Will see them later.

He bids a quick but loving farewell to his Vada and Muti (swiping a quick bit of breakfast on his way) then starts towards Gannett Point.

3:40 PM

"Okay...so you need to look at the overall chemical equation," you say pointing to the writing at the top of the white board. "And then compare it to the step wise ones down here. The idea is to eliminate anything that doesn't appear in the final equation, and to do that we need to rearrange the equations so the things we want to eliminate appear on both a product and reagent side." You explain. "Appearing as the product of one equation and the reagent of another means the species is an Intermediate, so it gets made and then gets used up." You say to the student.

"Here, O2 appears as a reagent here, and a product here." You say, pointing to the step wise equations. "So you can cross it out."

"Oh yeah...and then...can I eliminate This one too, because we flipped on of the equations and this species is on both sides too."

"That is absolutely correct!" You say cheerfully. "Just don't forget the Enthalpy of the reaction will change it's sign. You're reversing the process so the direction of the heat flow will also reverse."

"Cool cool, thanks! I think I'm starting to get it better now." Your student nods, and begins gathering their things.

"Glad to help," you say, starting to wipe down the white board. You need to get ready to leave too, it's almost the end of your shift.

You give your coworkers a cheerful goodbye, and begin to make your way out of the tutoring center.

"Big plans for today?" Your coworker Malcom asks, a big jovial nerdy fellow with glasses and beard. He was like a cool older brother or uncle, and always bought snacks for people on their birthdays, and to the tutoring center in general.

You shake your head. "Not really, just going to visit the Gannett Point base. By the way how's Geltech doing?"

Geltech being Malcom's tech marine, and equally nerdy, they were a perfect match for eachother's hobbies and interests. Malcom nods, "He's been doing well, he's been a big help with refining my skills with differential equations."

You nod. "That's good! I'll see you tomorrow. Tell Gel hi for me." You say, walking out at a fast pace. Only because you couldn't run indoors, even though you Wanted to get to the base soon. You were eager for your training, And to see your boo.

4:10 PM

Khopesh regarded the object on the table before him with Extreme focus. His other attempts were set on a wire rack, they were acceptable generally but this one had to be Perfect.

He picked up the piping bag full of tart cream, and began to squeeze. The mixture flowed easily, but held it's shape. His arms handled the delicate task with practice but not easy.

Steady...steady. Fill Almost to the brim of the tart cup but not above!

Once the yellow cream was handled, Khopesh grabbed his next items. Fresh and beautiful pieces of fruit. He arranged them with precision, then reached for the Final ingredient.

A piping bag of a simple clear syrup, he dabbed an elegant finish onto the fruits which made them glisten. It was...

"Perfect," Zaarius comes up behind him to examine his work.

"Indeed it is quite the pretty tart, well done." The Noise Marine hums. "Anrir was right to recommend this, your hand eye coordination has improved ten fold since you started."

"Thank you Older Cousin," Khopesh replies, before carefully placing his special creation in a box for later. "I simply hope my Lullaby adores it."

Zaarius chuckles at that. "They have one of the most sharpened sweet tooths I've ever witnessed. I'm sure they'll love it."

Zaarius also glances over the Other fruit tarts that will be served in the cafeteria tonight as dessert. "I see you've produced the 20 trays I requested." He nods. "Excellent, I will store these appropriately."

Khopesh nods. "We have made the preparations for the main courses, the sides and the desserts. And my duty time is nearly complete...is there anything else you require of me?"

Zaarius hums. "Not at this time. What will you be doing next?"

Khopesh grins. "Training, promised certain...sparring partners I'd help them work out some stress." He says, not totally untrue.

Zaarius nods. "In that case, you may leave your special tart on the red colored high shelves in the pantry. They are temperature controlled and it is unlikely anyone will disturb it. And if anyone tries I will remove their fingers."

Khopesh smiles with delight. "Excellent! Thank you cousin!" He trots off to do just that.

5:00 PM

"Again, let the power flow." Dölgöön says.

You sit, in mediation, you've been going back and forth between physical and psychic training. It was meant to not only build your body, but force you to use your power even after difficult physical strain.

And it Was difficult, running, push-ups, burpees, squats, climbing over obstacles; putting you through a battery of exercises then having you spend your rest periods testing your powers.

Anrir was also overseeing, taking notes, and having both Dölgöön and Karlsor comment on the visual aspect you couldn't see.

You had begun to notice certain sensations though. You could now feel the subtle shift when power was Moving, you even had a decent sense of its direction.

You also found it flowed Down the gradient, aka Psychery flows from where it is concentrated to where it is not.

Ganbold seemed to shiver a bit as you held both his and Dölgöön's hands. As the non psycher, the energy flowed Through you, to him. Psychic conductor, Anrir had called it.

"Ganbold, describe the sensation you are experiencing." Anrir asks.

Ganbold shifts a bit in place. "Feels like...impatience," he calls back. "Like I barely feel the flow itself...but I feel what its doing to me. I feel like I need to run. Not from fear...but because I Want to." He explains, his foot fidgeting a bit.

"And you, Dölgöön?"

The quieter of the two White Scars takes a moment. "I feel...at ease," He states. "My power is being siphoned, but in its place I feel a sense of calm. Like a buzzing energy is being soothed or removed."

"Fascinating...Lullaby, can you try to...intentionally move more power from Dölgöön to Ganbold?"

"Like push it to flow faster...let me see," you close your eyes and though your arms are still sore you focus. You imagine the subtle flow you feel moving faster, like pulling a spool of thread more quickly. You even tense your muscles as if you were pulling.

You feel your Own energy go up, much like it had with Pyrus. So maybe you need to Also Push so the energy doesn't just stay put.

You focus on the arm held by Ganbold, and imagine Pushing the flow faster and harder, your muscles tense accordingly and-

Zap! "Oh!"

Well that was new. "We got another Zap Anrir!" You call to the Nightlord who's documenting.

Karlsor dims his warp sight and confirms the same. "More power came in when they pulled, had a brighter glow and shit. Then the bigger glow got pushed out when they well...pushed and it seemed to Spark when it made contact with Ganbold. There was a constant flow of the...less fuckin concentrated energy going on too, pulling the bigger glow ball didn't stop the overall flow of psychery." He says.

"Incredible," Anrir mutters with a...somewhat disconcerting look on his face. "Was the zap caused by pushing energy Too fast or because the recipient was not a Psycher? More testing will need to be conducted with partners of different And similar psychic ability..."

Beep beep beep, a timer goes off, and you  suppressed a groan. "Well either way that's your break. Let's get back on the beat with upper body!" Ganbold declares...clearly receiving a boost and going to make it your problem.

You got a small boost from that too, even felt a Little less sore. Primary word being a Little.

"Okay! Let's go!" You huff standing back up on your legs that only protested slightly.

Xerxes, true to what he said, watches beside Anrir. You'd greeted him when he'd come in though there was a moment of awkwardness.

"I'm not going to have chaos psychery flowing into me, even If the conduit is you. I am sorry Horseman, but I will not take the risk." Dölgöön said.

Not like you could argue. If he wasn't comfortable he wasn't comfortable. Xerxes didn't seem bothered at least. "Ahh...no need for fret...Grandfather's gifts are meant...to be received with...open arms...I would not...and Will not force you..." He grinned, Dölgöön and Ganbold grimaced, but did not make comment about him staying to observe.

He does make a comment to Anrir. "Have you tested...if the warp power can be forced...Against the gradient...towards the greater psycher rather than flowing away?"

Anrir hummed. "That will be another test we will need to line up. When are you best available to participate if needed."

As the two chat, and Karlsor reclines, you focus on your bicep curls, keeping mind to your form while the White Scars count your reps.

5:45 PM Elsewhere in the Base

Lightning claws crackled as they made comment with the White Scar captain's blade, causing a shower of sparks to light the sparring floor. Khopesh pulled back and struck again, letting his savage and feral instincts as a Nightlord lead him to try and overwhelm his opponent.

It seemed to work for a moment, Captain Esen steped back, but as Khopesh mobilized to put the Captain off his feet, he was struck with a Powerful counter to his side.

Khopesh rolled and sprung again. The Captain locks his blade into the Claws. This time Khopesh pulls one back, attempting to catch the Captain under the arm while the others are locked.

Only to get a rude awakening, when the Captain takes one hand from his Chain Sword! Uses the Momentum to force Khopesh's locked Claw down, catches the swinging Lighting claw with his armored foreman and Pulls Khopesh into a brutal Headbutt.

Even through armor that Stings like a mother fucker, Khopesh reals back and it about to go for another pounce even while dizzy.

Ding ding! The round bell sounds, Khopesh pulls himself back, and Captain Esen sheaths his sword.

"Your instincts will get you Killed against a Custodian Scout." Esen says gruffly. "You need more tactics, to go with that feral energy. If you give them the opening you gave me you're liable to just get batted aside, and killed."

Khopesh pulls off his helmet and spits the blood from his mouth. "Again then! The more I fight the better I will be! I Must Be Better!" He proclaims.

"Hydration First," Batu insists, handing one each to the combatants. Khopesh chugs his greedily. Esen also drinks, but it is a bit more controlled.

"That's what is needed most Scout." Malkos says, coming into the ring. "If we are to accomplish our goal or simply Survive we must all Be Better than we are now. But you cannot become better if you stick to the same tactics...if you can even call them that."

Khopesh huffed, loathing that the Iron Warrior is correct. Malkos glances to Esen and Batu, they'd all partaken in various bouts, and pairings. It was an exercise to expose them to the fighting styles of their allies, and make them more capable in the face of their great enemy.

"We will work on it. For now let us pivot to more...general training. I'll be deactivating all our armors, 50 laps around the base Move it!"

Khopesh nods, he can do that. He Can become a better outright fighter...he Has to incase the plan they create hits a snag and he's forced to duel the Custodes alongside his allies. He Has to be better

He Has To Be.

6:30 PM

You lug your tired body out of the training room. Sore, exhausted but...feeling good all things considered.

You're going to be awful sore tomorrow, but you'll be stronger Too and you really like that idea.

Strong like your Khopesh, you think...well no you'd never get anywhere close to that but you could be the strongest You and that is a fine goal to aspire to.

As you walk along your see a familiar head of short dark hair. He's walking alongside two other familiar backs.

"Claude!" You call out, which causes the Raven/Nightlord Primaris to turn around. His face lights up when he sees who's called him.

"Lullaby!" He trots back to you, and you meet him half way. The others have turned, and indeed its Cedric and Jophiel. "You smell of sweat, and are walking with restrained movements...have you just come from training?"

You nod your head. "Yep, I got Worked over today, both mind and body." You say as you walk alongside the Primaris, careful to not spew any...classified info in a public hallway. "Ganbold and Dölgöön put together one Hell of a workout. I still love working with Pyrus of course, but since he's on a date with Satyr it worked out to have multiple teachers. I was just heading to the cafeteria to meet Khopesh, he said he had a surprise for me."

"We are going there as well." Cedric chimes in. "Would you like to walk with us?" You don't immediately notice the way Jophiel's expression...changes when Cedric offers, you're just happy to see them.

"Sure! Hope you don't mine me being a little slower...even more than usual." You say jokingly.

"I can carry you if you'd like?" Claude offers.

You're about to respond, but Jophiel suddenly gets Claude's attention. There's a brief exchange in Gothic, which you don't have much recognition with. (Karlsor Has taught you some...colorful words but none of them pop up here.)

Claude actually looks...a little frustated, and Jophiel simply puts his hands up as of saying 'fine fine.' A knot forms in the pit of your stomach, you have a (surely irrational...surely) feeling that the exchange was...about you.

"Ah...it's okay if ya'll...want to go on ahead. I'll catch up." You offer, rubbing your arm awkwardly.

Claude gives Jophiel a Look, before turning back to you. "Nonsense, you deserve a break with all the hard work you've put in. Here." He offers you his ceramite glad forearm.

Well...you might as well. You carefully seat yourself, and Claude picks you up. You think you look a bit like a bird riding on its owner's forearm, but it is more comfortable than walking right now.

The cafeteria comes into view before long with a particular head of long hair standing outside it. "Khopesh!" You call out, full of happy energy to Finally see your boo after a long day.

The Nightlord whips his head, and sees your group approaching. "Lullaby!" He responds, picking up his speed so he can meet you.

Rather than setting you down, Claude carefully hands you off to Khopesh who embraces you with a tight, but not painful embrace. The warmth and closeness feels like the perfect balm on your aching muscles.

Khopesh exchanged greetings with the Primaris who then decide to go get in line for food. You give Claude one last hug, and even see Ced looking a bit...wanting?

So you offer one. "Would you be okay with one too Ced?"

"Ah...well..." The Apothecary in training looks a little awkward, even glances at Jophiel who...still doesn't look exactly...pleased. "I will have a brief one, as I am very hungry." He decides eventually so you have one.

Jophiel...part of you doesn't want to ask but also you'd feel rude for not- "I Am...not much for hugs. Thank you though." Oh thank God he beat you to it. Though...still feels a little uncomfortable.

But you push that aside...even though part of you feels like a month should be enough time to...maybe warm up to you? Even just a little?

Pushing aside, your Khopesh needs attention.

"How was your day Sweetness?" You ask after a few kisses too of course.

"Long and Aaaaaagonizing without you! My Lullaby." He purrs. "But productive...I suppose. I aided Brother Cousin Zaarius with tonight's dinner menu!"

"You did? That's so cool! Did you help with everything or just some things? I wanna try the stuff you made..." You say eagerly joining the lines for food.

Khopesh smiles, just a little smugly. "First is the poultry legs with a Raspberry glaze," He stated grabbing a Huge leg for you...must be turkey. "Then the delightful mixed veggetables sauted with Italian seasoning, and cannot forget the sweet potato fries!"

"Love me some sweet potato fries." You agreed. Khopesh grabbed much the same items as you just in bigger portions.

"And for dessert I must ask you to wait on grabbing anything my sweet Lullaby."

You glanced at the fruit tarts, "But they look so Good!"

"They are acceptable...but they are not Perfect." He hums, you don't understand what he means but you follow anyway to a table so you two can eat.

Throughout dinner you discuss your days more. You devour the turkey leg eagerly and the warmth of the sweet potato fries, and the delicious veggies fills the gnawing hunger in your belly. "This is amazing! You did so good!"

Khopesh smiles, you can see his blushing cheeks. "Thank you my darling but there is One more course for tonight's meal. Please wait here."

He makes a quick trip into the kitchen and returns with a small box, which he places before you.

"And the final Course for the evening..." He states with fanfair before opening the box to reveal...another Fruit Tart? It's looks Very good but you're slightly confused, until Khopesh elaborates. "This was the most Perfect one I made today, and I wanted You to have it."

You Feel Your Heart Melting. "Ooooh Khopesh!" You bring your Nightlord into a hug, and give your precious a smooch on his forehead head. "Its beautiful! I love it!"

You carefully take the tart from its box, and bring it up to your mouth. The first bite brings a burst of sweet creamy flavor, complimented by the slight acidity in the fruits, and the mildness of the crumbly pie like crust. You hum with happiness. "So good!" You hold up the tart to him. "It's your perfect tart too. I want you to have some." You say. "You deserve it."

Khopesh's blush deepens and he stammers a bit. "Ah well I appreciate it my Lullaby but..."

"I already snacked on quite a few tarts today...I Was in the kitchen and there Were quite a few that didn't make the cut for the  dessert line."

Oh...that makes sense. "Oh I see, okay well I'll enjoy this for both of us then!" You say, happily eating and savoring your special treat as Khopesh watches with satisfaction.

"You know..." You posit, bringing yourself closer to your Nightlord. "I still think you deserve a Reward for all your hard work today. Mind if I treat you to some other dessert...in say...your room after Dinner?"

Khopesh looks confused for a moment, then the realization dawns. "Oh...sweet Lullaby...how could I Ever say no?"

You smile, your own blush flushing your skin and your core tingling with anticipation. "I hope you find me sweet enough, Sweetness..."

8:00 PM

"...ulp! ulp! Ulp! Ulp! ULP mm-sLLLUUUUUUP."

"Oh, OooOh Lul-lu-byyyy...!"

You grinned, as well as you were able with a prick in your mouth. Slurping, licking, kissing, even a teeny tiny bit -

"Ack! Ooooh~" Of nibbling. Just a bit.

"Mmmmmm...." You hummed with satisfaction, and to further pleasure your Nightlord.

Khopesh leaned back on his dark bedding; tangling one hand into his own hair, the other rested on your head. Your own body rests chest down between his powerful scarred  legs.

Well...maybe rests is the wrong word. You have Very important work at hand.

Namely making sure your Sweet Khopesh feels loved and pleasured Properly.

"Mmmm-mwahhhslllp!" You pulled your lips from his cock with a delightful amount of suction, as your hand continued to stroke up and down his shaft.

"Oh yes! Y-es!" Bingo, wet warmth splattered over your lips and mouth, just as you wanted.

"Mmm" You hum contentedly, tapping and swiping your tongue cheekily over the head of Khopesh's cock while the Nightlord reclines with slightly heightened breaths.

Delicious, your mind purrs. Not the cum, that's mostly acrid and bitter.

"You look so good Sweetness," You coo, pushing yourself up and crawling up his body till you and Khopesh are chest to chest.

You wipe a bit of the cum from your lips, but you don't waste it. You Know he loves when you mark yourself with his scent. So you lap the acrid gene fluid off your fingers, wiping the rest on your neck, and down your chest.

"Mmm...Mine." Khopesh purred with approval, pulling you closer for a kiss.

"Yours," You affirm, grinding back and forth slowly but firmly so your damp flesh traces over his sickened girth.

"PrrrrrrrrrRRRrrrrRrrrRRRRRRRR!"

SMaCk! "Eep!" You feel your cheeky sweet lay a grasping slap onto your round soft ass cheeks, making you squeak. "Naughty thing," You fake chastise. "I Just sucked you off and you're already pressing my pussy down so you can get off again, insatiable!"

"HmmrrrrrrMm?" Khopesh didn't respond with words, but instead gave you his own cheeky pout back. As if saying, 'but don't I Deserve it?' Trying to look cute, while not being able to hide the smug smile turning up the corners of his mouth. His arm placed casually behind his head also didn't help his ploy to look Needy.

You huff, again without any real annoyance. "Fine, have your fun Sweetness." You whisper, bringing your hands up to tangle in the long dark hair you loved so much. You press your lips to his as you continue to grind, before whispering in his ear. "Have your fill~"

"Gladly!" He growled, and suddenly your world went sideways, and upside down. Your focus returned with you on your back against the velvet dark sheets, your Nightlord leering above you with hunger in his eyes.

You felt your stomach flip nervously, but also with delightful anticipation. Would he ravish you with his mouth or fuck you with his flushed dripping member.

You didn't have to wait long to find out, seems all your teasing had left him impatient. Gripping your wrists and sides with almost enough force to bruise, he pulls you onto his cock with almost no mercy. You let out a pathetic whining moan at the stretch and you briefly remember how grateful you are he insisted on fingering you pre-blowjob.

But rather than immediately setting to fucking your brains out, Khopesh simply let's out a languid sigh underscored by his vibrating purrs.

Ah...now you understand, you think bleary from pleasure. The Nightlord lays atop you (carefully, with mind not to squish you with his full weight) and rather than rough pounding he instead grinds, pulling out only slightly before pressing back into your silky wet depths.

Plap, plap, plap, plap

The soft sounds from your joining heighten your arousal, and you feel the urge to squirm and grind. Closer, you want to be closer.

But being held and used like its also- so So arousing.

"Mm! Mm! Mm MM! MmMM!!!" Your peak hits, driven by the grinding warmth and closeness. You clench and tense and tremble.

"L-lullaby! Yes, yes Yeeeeeeees~" You glance up, Khopesh looks wrecked, sweaty, and Needy and so So Close. His hair is disarray, his pale skin glowing, his eyes looking drunk and doped up on pleasure, his Tongue is even hanging out and you can see his adorable little fangs. (Little?? They're the size of arrow heads.)

Even in your restrained state you wriggle  angle yourself up, trying desperately to meet him for a kiss. "Kiss! Wana kisshyu!" You slur breathlessly, that causes your Sweet one to smile.

Sharp shiny teeth so Pretty, want to feel their bite~

Khopesh's grin doesn't falter, and neither does his pace, now in fact it gets faster. You think you're climbing again. "Of course! My Love! My Lullaby! Mine Mine Mine Mine!" He gasps, swallowing your pleas with his lips.

You moan and kiss and your eyes roll back when his tongue sweeps forcefully into your mouth. Being joined and aligned, skin to skin, body to body is what pushes you both over the edge.

"Mm! MM! MMM!" You moan through a full mouth as Khopesh let's out a snarling groan for his own pleasure, pushing as far as he can go so his milky warmth fills you at your deepest place.

You love him being so close.

Plap, plap..plap...plap...

The aftershocks last a while, with Khopesh's pace slowing with them. "Mmm-mmm...mwa..." You two finally discontent from eachother's lips, and you actually think you taste a little blood.

Whether it's from your chapped lips or his teeth cutting them your can't tell, and as long as you're not losing a gallon you don't really mind.

"Mmm...Sweetness..." You whine, wriggling just a little, he's still got your arms pinned to your sides. "Wanna hold you...please?" You plea, putting all your left over energy into your want for closeness; as if Khopesh wasn't still basically laying on top of you.

"Rrrrrrrr- Of course dear one...." Khopesh hums, clearly more relaxed than he had been Before the encounter.

Fuck yeah, mission accomplished. You think happily, as your Nightlord gathers you up in his arms.

"Hmmm, Sweetness..." You mumble, nuzzling up close as your body cools, and heart slows.

Your sweetness...Your Khopesh. You shift a little, so your face is pressed to your Nightlords skin.

"Hm...what is it my Lul-OH!"

You bite, suck and the lick a hickey onto Khopesh's clavicle. "Mine..." You mumble, still a bit dopey and floaty.

You hear Khopesh exhale, then laugh with delight. "Yours..." He affirms, snuggling closer.

After a while, the wet turns to an uncomfortable stickiness. "Hey Sweetness," You say, now back to your mostly normal voice, though a Little raw from taking him into your throat. "Can we hit the showers? I'm feeling crusty."

Khopesh smiles. "Of course Lullaby." He purrs, carefully stepping down from his bed with you still held safely in his arms.

The warm water feels like Heaven on your tired body. You take turns lathering eachother with soap, massaging sore muscles, washing hair and rinsing.

Soon you're wrapped in fluffy towels and being carried back to Khopesh's base bed. You'd prepared appropriately and had water and your medicines with you.

You kiss your love sweetly, now dressed in clean dry pajamas. "Goodnight Sweetness." You coo, already drifting.

"Sleep Well my Darling, Lullaby." Khopesh returns, running long pale fingers through your hair.

For now, in this moment, all is right in the world.

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"So how hungover are you?" Lando asks as I stir in bed.

"Very. I don't remember getting back last night" the whole night after a certain point is a blank. All I want to do is sleep the day away and feel sorry for myself.

"I'm not surprised. When you got me to pick you up, you were just sat on the kerb talking shit to be honest"

"You know it's serious when the thinking kerb happens" I say with a laugh seeing Lando's confused look "it started when we were teenagers. It happens when you're so drunk you think you're having the deepest conversation with anyone who will listen and they usually happen in the most random of places, for me and my friends it always ended ip being a kerb outside of a club or wherever we were"

"So when you start having conversations with me like that I need to remember to be serious?"

"Pretty much" I say snuggling myself under Lando's arm resting my head on his chest "I didn't make an idiot of myself with your parents did I?"

"Not at all. You, Flo and Sav were hilarious when we got back here my mum and dad were thoroughly entertained. Thank you for making an effort with my family, it means a lot"

"Lando I'm always going to make an effort with your family. You've given my friends and family a chance, I'm not going to write off your family. They've all been amazing with me from the moment I met your parents at the race" I genuinely like Lando's family. They've all taken me in as one of their own and it's nice to be treated like one of the family. I've never felt as comfortable with a boyfriends family as I do with Lando's. I've never got on with a ex's siblings the way I do with Lando's either, I can see myself becoming really good friends with the girls.

I fall back to sleep in Lando's arms needing to sleep off this hangover, we have a three hour drive back to my house at some point today the last thing I want is to still feel like a corpse when I'm stuck in a car. Eventually waking up I notice Lando is no longer in bed with me, I don't blame him. I drag myself to his bathroom to make myself more presentable. When I say presentable I mean having a shower, brushing my teeth and pulling one of Lando's hoodies on with a pair of leggings. My hair is scraped up into a birds nest on the top of my head, it can't even be considered a messy bun the sheer state of it.

"I'm pleased you two look as hungover as I feel" I say walking into the living room where Flo and Savannah are both lying on either side of the sofa with a blanket and a can of full fat coke in front of them.

"it's hell Lucía. Being this hungover with two kids is not for the weak. I've had to get Oliver to take the girls to a park so I can recover" I had noticed the house is quiet, I'm assuming Lando has also gone with his brother.

"Morning Lucía, I'm making a roast beef dinner if you'd like some" Cisca tells me as she joins us in the living room "you all look like you need it"

"That would be amazing if you don't mind" the thought of a Sunday roast makes my stomach growl, I'm at the hungover stage where all I want is to eat "do you want some help?" I ask not wanting to take advantage of the hospitality I've been shown.

"Don't be silly. Lando should be back from the gym soon" Cisca tells me as she walks back into the kitchen answering my unspoken question as to where my boyfriend is. Laying on the other sofa I decide to follow Flo and Savannah's lead and will this hangover away.

"Hi baby" I feel Lando lifting my legs so he can sit next to me, he's freshly showered and I'm the human version of the heart eyes emoji looking at him "you look better than you did the morning"

"I don't think I feel it. I'll miss you when you go to Baku" I say quiet enough so only Lando can hear me. I know once Lando leaves on Wednesday it's going to be near enough two weeks until I see him again as he's leaving Baku and going straight to Singapore for media work in the run up to the race.

"I'm going to miss you as well baby. I would love for you to come to every race with me. I know we've had this conversation and I understand you have work but if it was up to me I wouldn't leave you" one of the things I really like about Lando is that he doesn't try to get me to give up working, he understands I have my own career and respects that I won't just drop it for him.

"I hate that that we have to leave each other as well but we can make this work Lando" reaching out I take Lando's hand in mine playing with his fingers "I'm going to watch every second of both races. I'm watching the Baku race with Liv, I haven't seen her for ages and I need to know how her and Max are doing" I've been a terrible friend lately, all of my time has been dedicated to Lando and I've barely seen my friends.

"He's completely smitten with her. He talks about her a lot and I know she's spent a lot of time in London with him and he's going back to Manchester with her when she goes" I know Max and Lando talk all of the time but it's always amusing for me when I hear men gossiping the way women do.

"That sounds like someone else we know" Flo joins in obviously listening to what we're saying about Max and Liv "in fact you're not even just smitten, you're completely in love"

"No one asked you, brat" Lando says throwing a cushion at Flo and I can't help but think he's embarrassed his younger sister is calling him out.

A few hours later we're back in my car on our way back to Cheshire. We had the most beautiful roast off Cisca followed by a nap before we decided it was time to leave. We've probably been in the car around an hour or so but I can't take my eyes off Lando. The way he's holding the steering wheel, his muscles flexing and the veins in his arms popping. I've tried crossing my legs and holding back but I can't.

"Lando?"

"Yeah baby?" He has no idea what's about to come out of my mouth especially when he's driving.

"I need you to finger me" the look on Lando’s face is priceless. The car practically comes to a stop in the middle of the motorway, he did not expect this.

“What the fuck you can’t just come out with that when I’m driving” I can tell Lando is trying to concentrate on the road but I’d happily pull over onto the hard shoulder to get what I want.

“I’m not just saying it for the sake of it. I need your fingers in me Lando. I thought I could wait until we got back but I can’t”

“Are you actually serious?”

“As serious as a heart attack” taking Lando’s left hand I bring it to the waistband of my leggings “don’t make me do it myself”

“Fuck you’re well and truly hungover and horny” feeling Lando’s fingers push their way into my waistband I gasp feeling his fingers on my clit “fucking hell you’re soaking!”

“All for you Lando” Lando runs his fingers up and down my soaked slit pushing two fingers in. I don’t even need him to get me ready, I feel like I could orgasm just looking at him today. Spreading my legs as far as I can I give Lando as much space as my car allows.

“Is this what you wanted? My fingers curling inside of you. My thumb on your clit?” Lando’s words only spur me on, throwing my head back in my seat I let out a guttural moan. This feeling is exactly what I wanted.

“Keep going…right there” as Lando’s thumb gives my clit more attention I feel myself getting close “fuck…feels so good”

“Come on baby, cum for me. Let me taste you” I have no idea how Lando is concentrating on driving right now. I couldn’t even tell you if the car is still moving I’m so overcome with pleasure.

I feel the all too familiar feeling building up in my lower body. Pushing my head back into the headrest I let out a loud moan and I dig my fingers into Lando’s arm needing something to hold on to. As I come down from my high I look over at Lando watching him suck my juices from his fingers. It’s probably one of the most attractive things I’ve seen him do.

“That was fucking incredible. I can’t wait until we’re home so you can fuck me properly” I can’t help but notice the bulge in Lando’s joggers, it’s a dead giveaway that he enjoyed this just as much as I did. I can only pray the rest of this journey is over soon.

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flonorris1 we had the best day with you!

↪️ esmelucia miss you already 🩷

savnorris Mila has not stopped asking for her auntie Lulu since you left!

↪️ esmelucia I'll FaceTime soon 🩷

↪️ landonorris not only did you steal my girlfriend I've also been replaced as Mila's favourite person 😭

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user478 it must be serious when she's meeting the family! So cute!

↪️ user954 she's still a desperate whore Lando deserves better

↪️ esmelucia I might be a desperate whore but he's sticking his dick in me not u so who's the real winner here 🤷🏼‍♀️

The next few days I spend every breathing second with Lando. It’s been so nice to have him with me all of them time and wake up to him on a morning. It was painful to say goodbye to him knowing I won’t see him until after the race in Singapore. Granted after that we have around a month together but 2 weeks is going to drag. I’m like an obsessive girlfriend who wants to be with him 24/7.

It’s been two days now since he left and Liv has came over so we can spend some time together. I’m like a love sick puppy and nothing other than Lando is putting a smile on my face lately. I really think I love that man.

"Max is going to Singapore next week, he's got stuff to do with Quadrant but he's mainly going for the race"

"Are you not going?" I ask thinking Liv would be going with Max not wanting to be apart from him, I know I’d be with Lando if I could be.

"No I have work but I also think Max and Lando need to spend some time together. They've both been so busy lately I'm sick of Max telling me he misses Lando"

"They're like a married couple. I find it highly entertaining when they're on a stream together" the times when I hear Lando on a stream with Max, I leave him to it however I do always find myself sitting in another room laughing at them bickering "I think I might go to Monaco when Lando comes back from Singapore. I haven't told him yet but I'm going to see if work will be okay with me not going into the office but essentially working from home even if it's from a different country"

"Do you think they'll agree to it?"

"I have no idea. I guess it's a case of me logging on from Monaco or potentially taking leave and not working at all" I say with a shrug. I don't see why work would have an issue especially if I'm still working.

"There's no harm asking I suppose" Liv says with a shrug "do you think you'd move to Monaco for Lando?"

"I wouldn't write the idea off as a point blank no and I do think if that's what it came to I would consider it I just don’t think it’s an option yet" I think it's a long way off but if I had to move to Monaco with Lando to make our relationship work I'd take it into consideration. This man makes me want to fight for every fibre of him. The more I think about him the more I really do think I love that man.

[gemmaswriting]

I've had a really shitty day - any chance of some happy family Anidala to look forward to?

Bless you! I'm so sorry you've had a crap day. Here's some happy family Skywalker fluff!

The moon’s soft glow filtered through the soft, gauzy curtains, casting gentle patterns of light and shadow along the bedroom walls. The evening’s cool air carried the scent of meadow flowers and the sounds of water lapping distantly against the shore filled the room with a soothing rhythm. It was a peaceful night, one of those rare moments of stillness that Anakin Skywalker cherished more than anything. Especially lately, when his nights and days were filled with the chaos only children could create.

Unable to help himself, the Jedi Master smiled from the bedroom’s doorway. Hell, if he was being honest, he was grinning. He couldn’t help himself. Padmé lay in their large bed with her back against the headboard, her beautiful dark curls spilling over her shoulders exactly how he liked. Tonight she wore a simple, loose robe over her silky blue nightdress – a favourite of Anakin’s actually…

But it was her expression, so relaxed and serene that made him smile. She was so happy. They were so happy. Luke and Leia, now nearly five – force, when exactly did that happen? – were nestled on either side of her, their small bodies curled up close. Luke clutched his favourite stuffed bantha, his blond curls tousled from play and sleep, while Leia had snuggled up with her precious companion, the little one-eyed animatronic droid he built for her birthday gift last year.

Everyone needed their own droid companion in his opinion. Padmé had Threepio, Leia had Lola and Luke was already making moves to steal Artoo away from him. He felt a little hard done by, actually.

“You look comfortable,” he murmured from the doorway, folding his arms as he leaned his shoulder on the framing.

Padmé glanced up from where she’d been watching the twins sleep on either side of her. He could hear the quiet hum of whatever holo-show she’d been half-paying attention to. “My arms fell asleep about a half-hour ago,” she smiled softly, “but I can’t make myself move them.”

“They’ve had a big day,” he nodded. “I can’t believe they’ll be starting school in a few months.” Luke and Leia were still babies in his eyes, sweet, helpless little infants who needed their parents for everything. But somewhere along the line they’d shot up into two remarkable, incredible children. How did he get so lucky?

“I know… It’s making me feel incredibly old…” Padmé sighed but her smile never dimmed.

“Well you know, you are the oldest person in this house…” He chanced a wink, loving the outrage that poured into her force signature. Anakin couldn’t help but grin as she glared, carefully lifting her arm from Luke’s back to toss a soft pillow at his face. In the spirit of being a good husband, he let it smack his face before tumbling to the floor. He probably did deserve it.

“That is not nice!” Padmé scowled, “You’re making me feel like an old crone!”

“You’re a goddess in my eyes,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

Letting his attention drift back to his sleeping children, Anakin felt like his heart might burst as he watched his son’s chest rise and fall with every breath. How was it possible to love something so much? “They’re perfect. A perfect mix of us… I never thought… I never imagined we’d have this.”

Padmé shifted slightly, careful not to wake the twins and reached out her hand in invitation. Anakin accepted at once, crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. “There was a time where my faith wavered,” she admitted. “But we’re here, Ani. We made it and the galaxy is a better place for it.”

Anakin’s thumb brushed over the back of her hand, gentle and reassuring. He didn’t like to think about that time. Those days which tested him to his very limits in the battle against darkness, a battle he’d come painfully close to losing. “So did mine,” he whispered. “It was my love for you that kept me in the light, Angel.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, simply watching their children sleep as they reflected. It was these quiet, intimate moments that Anakin treasured the most – moments where they could just be a family, free from the weight of the galaxy’s troubles. He kicked off his boots and shifted, leaning back against the headboard and beside Padmé, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed so contently, his heart throbbed.

Anakin pressed a soft kiss to her hair, enjoying the soft floral scent of her. “Do you ever wonder what they’ll be like when they’re older?” he asked quietly.

Padmé smiled, her eyes half-closed. “All the time,” she replied. “I wonder what they’ll love, what they’ll dream about… who they’ll become.”

Anakin’s gaze drifted to Luke’s peaceful face and then to Leia’s and he felt a sense of awe. They had come from him… He hadn’t thought something so beautiful could ever come from him and yet here they were. “Whatever and whoever they become,” he murmured, “they’ll be amazing. They’ve got you as their mother, after all.”

Padmé laughed softly. “And you as their father, Ani,” she added. “That’s quite the combination. I only hope the galaxy is ready for them.”

Anakin’s smile was soft and he tightened his hold on her slightly. “I try be the father they deserve,” he confessed, a vulnerability in his voice he wasn’t fully comfortable with.

Padmé turned to face him, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “You don’t have to try, Anakin. You already are,” she said firmly, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones. “You’ve given them so much love. So much joy. You’re everything they could ever need. Everything I could ever need.”

He closed his eyes briefly, letting her words wash over him. “And you,” he whispered, “are everything I ever needed.”

She leaned up and kissed him softly, her lips lingering on his for a long moment. When they pulled back, they both turned their gazes to the twins again, content to just watch them sleep for a little longer before the dreaded move to their own rooms.

Luke shifted slightly in his sleep, his little fingers clutching his stuffed toy tighter. Leia, as if sensing her brother’s movement, snuggled closer to Padmé, her small body pressing against her mother’s side.

Anakin chuckled quietly. “I don’t understand how they’re so big. I swear they were just babies yesterday.”

Padmé laughed softly, nodding. “I know… they’re growing up too fast.”

“We’ll just have to cherish every moment,” Anakin whispered. “Even the tantrums and force-throwing of toys, I suppose.”

Padmé nodded. “Every single moment,” she agreed.

As they settled back into the pillows, Padmé’s hand found Anakin’s again, their fingers intertwining. Luke and Leia slept on, their soft breaths filling the room with a gentle, rhythmic sound. The moonlight danced over them all, casting a warm, silver glow across the room.

And in that quiet, peaceful space, Anakin knew that, no matter what the future held, he was always going to have this — their family, their love, and these simple, beautiful moments that made life worth living.

He was a lucky man indeed.

[diy-fire-water-pups]

do you pups have any advice for pups who are scared of thunderstorms?

"First, keep in mind a thunderstorm is just a natural weather condition. It doesn't matter if it's a weaker version or a very strong one, it's just a lot of water that accumulated in the sky for a longer while and now it can't stand its own weight up there, so it's falling back to Earth. Sometimes there's also a shock between cold and hot air, which produces electricity, in other words, lightning. As long as you don't go running outside in the open, don't climb up a hill or hide under a tree, the chances of getting struck by lightning are very low.

That being said, there are a few things that helped me long ago and might help you too!

When the thunder noises made me scared, Ryder called all other pups to build a pillow fort in his bedroom. Then he gave me earphones and put some music to play, he even let me choose whatever playlist or album I'd want to listen to. While me and the pups were distracted building the pillow fort, he made us a warm bowl of soup too.

So we had nice warm food, a cool pillow fort to hide in, I had music to drown out the storm noise and we all snuggled to sleep together that night. This should be a good list to start with! Get yourself some nice warm drink or snacks, build a pillow fort (it's fun, trust me), get something to snuggle with (can be a plush, or even another pillow), pick some good music, or maybe you can even play some video games, and the thunderstorm won't have a single chance against you!

And last, but not least, avoid watching the News about the thunderstorm. They tend to focus too much on showing how much of a disaster it is and it'll just make you even more nervous or scared.

I think that's about it! Let me know if these tips help you next time, alright? If not at all, we can try to come up with something more specific for you. Sometimes the things that help one pup won't be much help to the other because we're all different and that's okay!"

[densi-mber]

Frozen

Callen kicked open the door, carting an armload of firewood with him. “I think there’s enough to get us through the night and morning tomorrow,” he said, shaking snow off of his buzzed hair. “Did you get in touch with the power company?”

“Yeah, the area is experiencing widespread outages and they’re getting to the problem as quickly as possible,” Deeks answered. He sat to the side of a blazing fire, mixing the content of a small pot hung from an improvised hook Sam had rigged up.

“We’ll just have to wait it out,” Sam decided.

For the last four days, they’d been chasing a pair of hackers who had fled LA while out on bond. The team had tracked them across multiple states before ultimately landing in small town in Indiana yesterday.

The sole hotel in town didn’t have vacancies due to several pipes bursting from cold weather, so they’d found a house for rent and managed to convince the owner to let them rent it for a few days. It left a lot to be desired, but at least it offered protection from the dropping temperatures and growing snowfall.

At least until the power went out unexpectedly, plunging the house into complete darkness. As they scrambled to get out flashlights, the temperature had fallen with alarming speed. Fortunately, the place had a functioning fireplace, but it only generated enough heat to keep the main room above freezing, and the wood supply was quickly dwindling.

Deeks handed out bowls of disappointing canned chicken soup and they ate in silence.

“Of course the one time we come to Indiana, there has to be a blizzard,” Kensi complained a few minutes later. She blew on her hands and then rubbed them in front of the fire. Like the rest of them, she wore a parka, stocking cap, and scarf. Callen and Sam stood on the opposite side, trying to remain stoic, yet clearly feeling the effect of the cold if their fidgeting was any indicator.

“To be fair, it is January and I’m pretty sure this is normal for most of the Midwest,” Deeks pointed out.

“Thanks, babe.” Glaring at him, she raised her shoulders to her ears, visibly shuddering.

“I’m sorry. You want to snuggle?”

Wedging herself next to him on the ledge in front of the fireplace, Kensi leaned into his side.

“This would be a lot more fun if we were at Mammoth,” she muttered.

“You even think of doing anything you two get up to there, I’ll kick your butts outside,” Sam threatened. He’d started pacing the length of the room after they ate, his irritation growing with every pass.

“Fortunately for you, it’s a bit chilly for that kind of activity to be enjoyable,” Deeks said. “Thought it might warm us up.” So would a cup of boiling hot coffee or an extra pair of socks.

“Warmth sounds nice.” Kensi pressed her cold nose into his neck and Deeks winced.

“You gotta keep moving. Keep the blood flowing.”

“Is this an inappropriate moment for a “that’s what she said” joke?” Deeks wondered.

“You know, we’re gonna need to sleep at some point,” Callen pointed out. Of all of them he seemed the least affected by the cold. “We’ll probably need to huddle up to stay warm.”

“Ooh, sounds cozy. And slightly scandalous.”

“Deeks, I am not snuggling with you,” Sam growled between chattering teeth.

“Aw, that’s hurtful,” Deeks gasped, his breath fogging out in an icy blast. “And here—here I was gonna let you be the big spoon.”

“More like serving spoon,” Callen added under his breath.

“Deeks is really good at snuggling,” Kensi chimed in.

“If I could, I would leave you all right here.” Sam’s usual glare lacked some of his usual weight and Deeks grinned back at him, enjoying the distraction from his cold and stiff fingers.

“A hollow threat given it’s below ten degrees outside. Without the windchill.”

“We’ll be fine,” Sam insisted.

***

An Hour Later

“See, this isn’t so bad,” Deeks said, cradling Kensi against his chest. Callen lay next to her, and at the very end, by his choice, lay Sam. They’d pulled out as many blankets and quilts as they could find and piled them on the floor in front of the fire.

Now under a thick layer of blankets and curled around Kensi, he felt a little warmer.

“Mm, you make a very nice space heater,” she said, already sounding a little sleepy.

“Speak for yourself,” Sam grumbled.

“Oh come on Sam, from now on this will be known as the great OSP Slumber Party.”

“We’re never speaking of this to anyone. Ever,” Sam disagreed.

“Of course.” Kensi nodded. “Except for Eric and Nell.”

“And Granger,” Callen added.

“I’m starting to think I’d be better off outside.”

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1239: The Return of Triple N Challenge (SSBU X Darkstalkers)

It was a nice, peaceful morning in the city Smash Town. The sun continues the rise, the birds are chipping in their own pace and melody and our two unusually cute pair, Dedede and Morrigan Aensland are currently resting inside the comfort of the former king's bedroom.

They had another lovely night together yesterday. They took the Smash Kids trick-or-treating all around town, danced the night away at Halloween party back at the mansion, watches Sonic League gets first place at the Costume Contest afterwards while the Salior Moon Squad gets second, and crashed back to De's room as they watch old Halloween movies together and making slow, sensual love for rest of the tonight untill they were both fallen fast asleep.

Every day and evening spent with Morrigan would always find a way to put a smile on the former king's face. Her irresistible beauty mixed with her fun, outgoing personality are more than enough for him to fall for her completely. Sometimes I made him question how in the world he managed to score with someone as amazing aa her to begin with, but it was neither here nor there ultimately. They are happy together and that's all it really matters to both of our lovebirds in the long run

'Buzz' 'Buzz' 'Buzz' 'Buzz' 'Buzz-

'Click'

Dedede: (Reach his Arm Back From the Alarm He Just Turned Off Before Stretching It Up in the Air and Let Out a Loud Yawn) Another good day to be alive.....Morning, Morr.

Morrigan: (Wakes Herself Up as Well While Letting Out a More Cute Sounding Yawn Before Rubbing her Eyes) Good morning, my dear king~ Did you have yourself a good sleep last night?

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly) Oh yeah, definitely. Even more so since I've spent it here with you~

Morrigan: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Hugs Dedede's Stomach Next to Her) Ohh you sweetheart of a man~ I love you so much~ (Gives Dedede's Stomach Some Kisses)

Dedede: (Notices a Few Other Teal Colored Kiss Marks Imprinted on his Stomach) Girl, have you been kissing my stomach all night?

Morrigan: Why, of course!~ (Happily Snuggles onto her King's Stomach) It's far too big, squishly, and cuddly to NOT shower it with my undying love!~ (Gives De's Stomach One Big Kiss) I hope you don't mind.

Dedede: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, if it helps you get more comfortable, that's good enough for me. (Rubbing the Back of his Head While Smiling More Sheepishly Now) But I uhh....('Heh') Hope my.....performance tonight was up to liking and whatnot.

Morrigan: (Smiles Softly) Oh there's no need for you nervous at all, my dear. You were remarkably wonderful the whole night through. In fact, I say that your endurance and performance are far more superior than all the other guys I've dated over the years.

Dedede: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise by the Very Positive Feedback Given to Him) Damn, really? How the others do?

Morrigan Some were passable, others were let downs, but none of them will ever match your level of love making. You were so gentle and patient with my antics, yet so rough and bold when the time calls for it!~ ('Sighs Dreamingly') It makes me fall head over heels for you all over again~ Surely you've given your previous dates this incredible experience in the past, no?~

Dedede: Girl, I couldn't even walk a single out of them out restaurant without getting stood up or dragged into some insane BS until you came around in my life. But goddamn....(Starts Chuckling Proudly) Who's the man? I got this sex game by the ass!

Morrigan: (Giggles Softly) Indeed you have, my dear!~ We should definitely do this again sometime~

Dedede: ('Sighs Relaxingly') Absolutely~ A real shame we can't do anymore of that this month Goin forward.

Morrigan: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) What!? Why would you say- (Starts Sighing and Pinching the Bridge of her Nose at the Realization) Ohhh please don't tell me you're taking part in that silly No Nut November Challenge this year......

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly) Yeeup! This is my fifth or sixth run, so I got mta bring my a-game on.

Morrigan: Considering all the times you've failed previously?

Dedede: (Slouches his Upper Body Down With a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Yeah.....Like, I don't get it. One moment, I'm prepared myself for inevitable, fully invested and focused at the at the journey ahead at the top of my game and then the next, without any rhyme or reason, I folded. EASILY! All thanks to por- I-I mean! Uh- ('Clears Throat') Videos of life and....nature. Definitely PG and-

Morrigan: (Giggles Some More) Darling, darling, relax!~ There's no need to be ashamed of watching pornography from time to time. God knows I have.

Dedede: (Eyes Widens Up Again) You watch porn.

Morrigan: (Proudly Nodded) Indeed I have~ It all started days after Lilith and I moved to our very own mansion together. I was sitting in the living room, changing every channel on the TV in pure boredom as we wait for our pizza to arrive. That is until we eventually stumbled upon a few "adult" channels. The shows were as raunchy and exotic as one would expect, but they've also provide shows that explain their rich, artistic, historical origins centuries prior. Kinky as most of them are, it did managed to make me invested enough to appericate the craft itself overtime and that's something I never have any regrets over whatsoever.

Dedede: (Almost at a Loss For Words) .........Where the hell have you been all my life?~

Morrigan: (Playfully Shrugs) I've been all around the globe, undetected! (Gently Grabs Hold of Dedede's Hand With a Very Loving Smile on her Face) But I'm here now, my king~ And I do not plan on ever leaving your side anytime soon, as I'm far too difficult to get rid of~ (Starts Kissing on Top of Dedede's Hand)

Dedede: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Morrigan's Kisses) As if I wanna get rid of you at all! I love you too much to doing all that, Morr~

Morrigan: (Hearts Begins to Melt Once More) I love you more~

'Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz' 'Buzzzzzzzzzz'

Morrigan: (Facepalms Herself While Groaning) ('Uggggggggggh')

Dedede: Work calls?

Morrigan: ('Sighs in Defeat') Unfortunately. (Picks her Phone Up From the Counter Next to her Side of the Bed) I also have another busy schedule on my hands today, so I'm afraid I must go. (Turns the Alarn From her Phone Off) You don't mind me using your shower for the time being?

Dedede: Not at all. It's all yours.

Morrigan: Thank, dear. (Kiss Dedede on the Lips Before Getting Up Outta Bed) Are you absolutely certain you want to go through with this silly challenge?

Dedede: (Simply Nodded) I think so, yeah. Gotta prove myself I am just as much of a man as everyone else in this crazy world, you know?

Morrigan: (Gives her Boyfriend a Reassuring Smile) You'll always be a man in my heart, my love. But I'll root for you nonetheless. While also doing......This!~ (Opens Up her Shirt Wide For her King to See)

Dedede: (Immediately Taken Aback by his Girlfriend's Degenerecy) Woooooah there, girl! You're exposing yourself to me in the early morning!?

Morrigan: (Puts on a More Cheeky Smile) Indeed I am!~ Is that pecker of yours gotten excited?

Dedede: (Looks Down Under the Covers For a Few Seconds Before Turning Back to Morrigan) Not by much, but it's about to be if you don't cover up soon.

Morrigan: (Giggles Once More as She Covers Herself Up) Good, good. Because starting today, not only will I root for upbrings, but I will also be the obstacle getting in your way to your goal. (Forms a More Evil Smirk on her Face) And I will not rest until I see that precious nut of yours break into absolute oblivion~ (Makes a Single Kiss Noise of Death Before Smiling Brightly Again) See you back in a few!~ (Let's Out an Elegant Laugh Before Hovering Herself Onto the Bathroom)

'Door Closed'

Dedede: (Eyes Already Widened in Horror the Whole Time) .................................I ain't gonna make it through month, aren't I?

Dedede's Challenge has now begun.

@bestpony666

@tampire

@caleb13frede

[hihigherdi]

I was hanging out on the deck with Bud last night when I realized I’d forgotten I bought tickets to Sting in relatively small venue in San Francisco that I love called the Masonic, a famous location where musicians love to perform. I paused for a second and wondered if it was weird to go to a concert after my manic posting and weird mood, but I’m cheap as hell and hate to waste anything so I threw a sweater on and hopped in an Uber. And it was fun, I sang and danced - there are a million clips I could have posted on all of golden oldies but I love this one because it shows his talent. I’m fully comfortable going to stuff alone, I actually like it in the event I want to leave early but I was missing my friends not being there who couldn’t make it.

I am hardly ever on Facebook but a lot of people I know are. I ended up writing a post about the election, conservative Christianity (that I was part of for a long time) that is so difficult to know how to address. I was a little scared, they can get angry and defensive despite me spending a lot of time being deliberate about not yelling at anybody. I said they the ads from Harris campaign that Christian women were scared of their husbands was disrespectful. I’m sure that exists but it lets these white woken off the hook - many are very strong and their vote was a fuck you to Woke Culture (though the economy is important too). They have so much power in the country but they are like doctors who self-regulate - they don’t change unless it’s their own idea, so pronouns, anti-racism, BLM - none of it ever had a chance. They don’t accept behavioral boundaries and expectations that they don’t create themselves, so to think they can be influenced from the outside is likely wasted energy. That anti-racism, and-sexism, LGBTQIA rights will only happen on a large scale if they are behaviors they come up with in their own - they don’t accept moral truths from anyone except themselves and get defensive when asked, so I was not applying energy in debate or discussion anymore. I’m an outsider. I’m woke culture the second I ask them to do something, I’m the Evil One. And frankly it’s pretty arrogant that I would think I’m some kind of teacher anyway. There’s tons of things we can do together but I’m parting ways on these areas. It made a couple of people angry and very defensive but I didn’t engage.

I hate that stuff but I do know that for my problematic generation, it’s where important conversations happen and they know my investment in them. I got a lot of DMs, some angry comments that had some good points and a mix of other thought. I’m not indulging the inner Diane drama anymore, buckling up and getting creative on how to move forward. Being a dick to everyone that voted for him kind of feels good in the short-term but I know I’d regret it, it just doesn’t feel right to me personally. Others are in a different place.

Today, I went to acupuncture and damn, it was painful. My body is sore from all of the walking but he did note how much weight I’ve lost, which was nice (he knows I’m working on it).

Now Bud and I are snuggled on the couch under a toasty electric blanket. I fell asleep at 4am this morning, turns out a Diet Coke at 4pm when you’ve hardly had any caffeine is not the best idea. So I’ll sleep well tonight.

Hope you are resting well, grieving where needed and finding some hope in what we can learn from this and what we can do right now to have massive impact. It’s surreal bring back to having to protect Black and Brown women on the street but we are.

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - chapter 26

Morning finally arises and boy am I glad that I can’t be exhausted. Sleep is still nice while immortal; a full night’s sleep gets my brain functioning fully. On top of that, if I sleep, I feel more powerful than before, which is well needed in these strange times. I turn over to face Gale, noticing him wide awake with Jenevelle in his arms. She notices me waking up, smiling and cooing as she becomes alert.

“Ah, my little baby. Such a happy girl,” I remark, admiring her. Gale chuckles and rolls his eyes as if that wasn’t a true statement. She could never be a handful.

“Mmm, not this morning. On top of her wanting a bottle super early, which she let me know with anger by the way, she had a massive blowout like you wouldn’t believe. I had to bathe her and then eventually bathe myself. I’m just glad you got your rest after last night.” I snuggle my head into his neck comfortably.

“Well, Mr. Dekarios, I’d be happy to stay here while you go kick some Bhaalspawn arse.” He laughs and shrugs his bare shoulders, placing our daughter on my chest. I know he had an eventful morning with her, but I honestly love that he didn’t complain.

“Let’s chat with our counterparts –”

“Friends,” I interrupt, giving him a smirk.

“Right. Then we can come up with a plan.” Well damn, this means we will either need to visit most of our friends by foot, or we can visit with Withers. So, we are going the easy route and summoning Withers because walking all over Waterdeep is the biggest of hassles. For the purpose of Jenevelle not getting terrified, we place her in her playpen in the living area for a few moments while we discuss important matters with him in the kitchen. Tara is keeping her company in the meantime.

Gale performs the summoning spell and Withers appears before our very eyes, which never fails to make me jump because it either takes him one minute to appear or ten minutes. Either way, his entry is startlesome.

“Ah, does thou need assistance? I assume companionship is what is desired.”

“Good to see you again, Withers. Yes, that is the matter we wanted to discuss with you,” Gale responds. “Can you have them come our way please?”

“I can, but please be advised that Jaheira has passed on and Minsc is in a grieving state over her unpredicted death.” My jaw drops hearing this devastating news over Jaheira. No. This can’t be. I’m just now hearing about this?

“Wait…how did she die?” I ask, my voice cracking as I’m holding back tears. “It can’t be.”

“The Bhaalists. Jaheira’s soul flies on and is as bright as the moonlight. She protected the ones she loved and told them to run. I can say no more on the matter.”

“The Bhaalists…got her?”

“Yes.” Gale and I are astonished at this horrible news I didn’t expect to hear today. And Minsc? Oh poor Minsc. His heart must be so shattered. “Shall I alert thy companions for your needs?”

“Yes please,” I murmur, my heart shattered, and a tear delicately rolling down my cheek. Gale pulls me in for a gentle hug, holding me close as I cry into his chest. “Not Jaheira.”

Withers comes back after roughly five minutes.

“Thy companions should arrive here soon. Death and danger lie ahead, but those strong enough to bear it can end the darkness of Bhaal.” Poof. He vanishes again, leaving behind a cloud of blue smoke.

“Well, it’s happening. Hopefully our little group would be willing to conquer this journey with us. I’m so sorry we had to hear such horrible news,” Gale says apologetically. “From what I gathered from that, she told her family to run. It was just her against these horrible people, if you can even call them that.”

“They’re far from human. They’re deranged monsters.”

What is causing these horrible cultists to go on a rampage like this all of a sudden? I assume Bhaal had plans for them since Orin is no longer in the picture. They feared her, they obeyed her. They knew they couldn’t compete. Now that she’s dead, it’s a battle to the death to take her spot. Their God is vile and I’ll never understand his charms.

Everyone arrives at the tower quicker than we expected. Well, mostly everyone – excluding Minsc and Lae’zel. We open the door and everyone comes inside to gather around the living area. We all pour ourselves a glass of wine as we get ready to discuss the next steps.

“The babies… What are we to do?” Shadowheart questions, holding her baby in her arms. She genuinely looks terrified, and understandably so. The same fear eats me alive like a virus.

“My dear, you should stay with Emmy. I’m a vampire after all, I have nothing to fear. I’ll get to thirst on these heinous, filthy Bhaalists like it’s a buffet. I can’t wait. Plus, I need you and the child safe.”

“On top of that, you’ll get to be with Jenevelle and I. I could use the company,” I add. She gasps in excitement and Astarion takes the baby from her so she can jump up and down.

“Okay, I’m sold.”

“Wow, that was easy. Normally it’s hard to convince–” Shadowheart glares at Astarion for a moment and he clears his throat. “I mean, I’m glad you’ll be staying, my love.” I feel much more comfortable at the idea of staying home with Jenevelle now if it means Shadowheart would stay. Some sort of adult conversation will at least keep my mind at ease.

“Wyll and I will ABSOLUTELY join! We have nothing to live for,” Karlach chimes in. Wyll raises his eyebrow and cocks his head at her in confusion, and I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same thing.

“Hey now!”

“Sorry, that came off much worse out loud than it did in my head.” I burst out in laughter, which caused me to snort, which I tried not to do but it caused another laughing fit. Astarion is giving me a petty look of judgment, wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

“Alright, which one of you fools casted Tasha’s Hideous Laughter on this poor soul?” Astarion mutters. “Unbelievable.”

“Count me in as part of the team against these vile murderers,” Halsin comments. “May we restore peace once more and get justice for Jaheira.” Every single one of us holds up our wine glasses for a toast, and we all say simultaneously, “For Jaheira.” Both babies are lying on the rug on their bellies, trying to figure each other out. It’s so cute to see Jenevelle make her first friend, though Shadowheart and Astarion’s baby Asher will eventually age and ours will not. At least Asher is a half-elf, which means it might take him longer to age anyway.

“Well, when should we leave? I’ll need to pack some necessities for the adventure there,” Gale questions as he sits down on the sofa next to me. “I really hope we aren’t gone too long.” Sadness can be heard within his voice; it will be so hard for him to leave us.

“The sooner the better, before the already dire situations get much worse,” Astarion replies. “I just want to get this over with. And I suppose the less deaths around the world, the better. The old me would never say that.”

“So, tomorrow then? I’m with Astarion on this one,” Wyll chimes in. “For once.”

“Tomorrow it is then!”

I did not realize they’d all be leaving so soon, but I suppose it’s best they leave as soon as possible. Who knows how long Gale will be away from us and what sort of dangers they’ll run into? All I have to say is, thank the Gods he’s immortal otherwise I’d lose my shit.

“I’ll miss you,” I tell him as he wraps me in his warm embrace. He kisses my forehead as he holds me, hesitating on his next word. I know he’s just taking it all in.

“I’ll miss you too. Hopefully we won’t be gone terribly long.”

“You two are so fucking cute! It…makes me want to cry,” Karlach comments with a dramatic sniffle. “Sorry, I just love sappy shit like this.” Wyll wraps his arm around Karlach, laughing as he pulls her close and kisses the side of her head. “There it is. About time, Wyll.”

After everyone leaves, Gale packs his backpack with necessities needed for the dreaded adventure back to Baldur’s Gate and I decide to get dinner started. I just hope they can all at least get rid of the sick, monstrous fucks that are murdering everyone. I also keep hoping that Gale’s mother is alright. She’s older and fragile, I can’t imagine anything happening to her. While she lives in Waterdeep, I just know the cultists are bound to head here at any given time if they haven’t already.

We sat down at the table ready to eat dinner. Tara joins us, but basically licks her paws the whole time.

“I will do my best to protect our friends the best I can,” Gale mutters, taking a bite of venison. “I will do my damned best to get rid of the source of this catastrophe. After seeing the horrific influence Bhaal has on people, it makes me so glad I never chose godhood.”

“I agree completely. I can’t imagine you losing yourself for power like that. And you probably would have left me behind and we wouldn’t have the life we have now. I can’t fathom it.” We talk about it a lot, but it’s true. The influence a god has on people is terrifying. What if Bhaal was once a good person and turned to murder once he became a god?

It’s time for Jenevelle to go to sleep. I’m letting Gale feed her and prepare for her bed since he will leave early tomorrow morning.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he mumbles to her as he gives her a bottle. “May you always stay so precious and sweet. I love you so very much. You are the greatest gift anyone could have ever given me.” He smiles down at her as she watches him speak. His soothing voice makes her eyes heavy and she looks as if she’s going to fall asleep in his arms.

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hello lovely eve. ive been having thoughts, recently. anyway wondering if you would want to write something to do with the day/time after a hard day. youve done some of my absolutely favourite fics for like Bad Days (im thinking esp rn of what we deserve (i think thats what its called)) but also after that? bc the after support is so crucial and i think the lions would do so well. any ship!! if not, i totally understand, i hope your day/week is lovelylovely!!

This is such a great prompt! The aftershocks of hard events are just as important as the conflict itself--this ask was combined with one for a timeskip followup to Self-Care, a fic about Finn's bad habits. All characters belong to @lumosinlove <3

Leo paused at the back of the couch and bent, nestling a kiss on the top of Finn’s head. “Good book?”

A quiet hum answered.

“Good part?”

Another hum; Finn pressed up and Leo tilted his head to leave another kiss on his temple. A clatter and a soft curse filtered out of the kitchen, but Finn hardly flinched.

Leo nuzzled against the wispy, silken ends of his hair until his cheek could slot just above Finn’s ear. The couch dug into his stomach a bit, but he didn’t mind. “You tired?”

Finn’s laugh answered his question before his words ever could. “Yeah.”

He picked at the hem of Leo’s threadbare Saints sweatshirt with a sleepy kind of apathy. His book hung limp from the fingers of his other hand, abandoned only two pages past where it had been the last time Leo checked on him. Finn’s breaths were methodic when he rubbed a palm over his chest and nibbled the shell of his ear, just to watch a smile pull at his tired eyes. “Come to bed.”

Finn cast him a sideways, skeptical look. “It’s 8:45.”

“And you’re the sleep police?” Leo hooked a finger in the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled. “It’s been a long day. You’re tired. We can fix that problem with our nice new mattress.”

Finn was quiet for a moment; Leo felt him lean back into the cushions and the cradle of his arm, a slow breath leaving him when Leo began toying with the hoodie strings. “You know, I kind of miss the old one.”

“It barely fit us.”

“Yeah.” Fondness shone on every word. “It was nice. Waking up all over each other. Always had you in arm’s reach.” Another beat of silence passed. “I lose you at night, sometimes.”

Oh god. Leo’s heart yanked—he held Finn a little tighter. “Sorry, cher.”

“Not your fault.”

“Is that…is that why you were upset today?” Logan came out of the kitchen with a precarious tray of tea, tongue poking out over his lower lip as he balanced their mugs on the table. Leo caught his eye and gave a small smile that relaxed the pinch of his forehead.

Finn took no notice of the change, save for a shift to the side in an obvious bid to have Logan sit next to him. “Nah,” he said as Logan took the hint and tucked himself between the arm rest and Finn. “Just a bad day, I think. Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Logan tugged the book from Finn’s hands and set it aside, then replaced it with a mug of tea and pressed his fingers around the warm ceramic with an encouraging nudge. “Drink. You’ll sleep better.”

Finn smiled wryly. “Morphine? Chloroform?”

“Decaf. Very potent.”

“Thanks, Lo.”

Logan poked his ankle with his foot and snuggled Finn under his arm. “Don’t thank me for things you do every day.”

Finn went to protest, but something on their faces must have stopped him, because he bit back the words and took an obedient sip of tea. Leo didn’t know why he watched so intently—maybe for reassurance, maybe to make sure Finn was really on the up-and-up. Steam curled up around his copper lashes and turned the tips invisible when he blinked. He gave a nod. “ ‘S good.”

“Of course it is.”

“I’m—” Finn pressed his lips together and exhaled; steam billowed off his mug. “I’m sorry my brain doesn’t work right.”

Once, that would have broken Leo’s heart. Once, he would have jumped to soothe and bent over backwards to fix it all. Once, he would have taken it as personally as a slap to the face. Not enough. Not good enough. Missing Finn’s signals left and right—did Leo even love him, if he couldn’t pay attention?

The tight ball of insecurity in his chest may as well have been a marble, rolling about and looking for something to knock over in an empty room. He kissed the top of Finn’s head again. “I don’t see anything you need to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry I missed your pass earlier,” Logan said, taking a long sip of his own tea. “It was a good one. I just wasn’t looking.”

Finn’s shoulders relaxed under Leo’s hand. Fuck yeah, Tremblay. There’s my MVP. “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“What about—”

“You were on form.” Normally, Leo didn’t like it when Logan interrupted. This seemed like a much-needed exception. Logan raised his eyebrows at Finn’s suspicious look. “You were. I know you don’t feel like it, but you looked really good out there. That pass was on me.”

Finn’s punch to his shoulder was a roll of knuckles at best. Logan still smiled, still took it with faux-hurt and a hand over the heart. “Eyes up, Tremzy.”

Logan whistled quietly. “Five for fighting and two for roughing. What would Coach say?”

“Doesn’t count if you deserved it.”

“Oh, is that how that works?” Leo laughed. Logan glanced up at him with an impish grin, and passed the last mug over the couch. Peppermint filled the air, sweetened by honey.

They drank in relative silence, hands and legs and arms looped around each other until Leo could hardly tell where one ended and another began. Finn was right; however nice it was to not risk falling off the mattress in the middle of the night, he did miss the inevitable proximity of fitting three people on a single bed.

He supposed it wouldn’t be too hard to make an effort tonight.

The clock ticked as nine o’clock arrived at last. Leo finished the last of his tea and leaned over Finn to set it on the table, offering an apology in the form of a kiss to his cheekbone. “Bedtime.”

“Yeah.”

Logan took the mugs, Leo took Finn, and Finn went without protest into a brief, firm hug. “Love you,” Leo murmured. He felt the answering mumble more than he heard it. “Your brain isn’t broken.”

Finn sighed, slipping his hands under Leo’s shirt to rest against his skin. “Feels broken.”

“I think it’s pretty great, regardless.”

“You’re just a really nice person, Le.”

“I just love you a whole lot.” He let Finn pull away and cupped his face in both hands, running his thumbs along the summer lilac under his eyes. Exhaustion tarnished his bright edges. “Come to bed with me?”

Finn rested there for several seconds, then nodded. They went together.

Leo had only just managed to tuck Finn into the curve of his body before Logan was there, shuffling under the sheets to join them and reaching over Finn’s waist to hold the crook of Leo’s elbow. Finn made a quiet, sleepy noise and pushed his face into Logan’s chest; Logan’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and his expression only grew more contented when he looked up and found Leo already watching them.

Leo waited until Finn had mostly relaxed into drowsy limbo before risking a thumbs-up across the sheets. Logan fought back a smile and returned it, nose scrunching. Success. Another win for their tally. It was a shit day, a hard day, but they could still end it like this and that would be more than enough.