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What happened during the heathwave

Paring: Aegon II Targaryen x reader x Aemond Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen (brief but implied as established)

Synopsis: your friends Baela and Rhaena invited you over to the family estate on Dragonstone for the summer, where you catch the eye of incestuous brothers Aegon II and Aemond, who make their move during an boiling hot afternoon.

Warnings: Targaryen incest (Aegon and Aemond have a established relationship), kissing, handjob, blowjob, balls kissing, overstimulation, orgasm denial, scratching, biting, titty sucking, spitroasting.

A/N: reader is AFAB but not described. Where needed they/them pronouns used

A/N 2: "Going to Oldtown" "Being Targtowered" and "Oldtown Tower" as subsitutes for "Going to Paris" and "Being Eiffel Towered" courtesy of @aemondsbabe (thank you for letting me use those!)

You arch your back with a filthy moan and a small part of your brain is still, stubbornly, wondering how all of this came to be: how Baela and Rhaena’s invite (“Come to Drangonstone with us! The whole family is going to be there!” “That’s better than languish home!”) evolved into this.

NSFW and 18+ only please!

You squirm when his long fingers tweak the nipple he’s been sucking intently, until you had cried out in pain, and tried to push away from their ravenous hunger for your body; where could you go? There was only one of you, smaller and already reduced into a puddle of screaming nerves, and two of them, big and strong, needy for your taste and curves.

“Ah! Gods please!” You cry out, trying to dislodge Aegon’s face from between your legs.

“Pay attention, riñītsos, little girl.” Aemond murmurs in your ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Aegon’s hands clasp the supple skin of your hips when you try to buckle upwards, almost breaking his nose with the strength of your movements; he’s been teasing you for hours, you think, his smart tongue licking your puffy clit, only to slither downwards to your clenching hole to fuck it, faster and faster, only to stop and start again when you almost reached your peak.

His brother hadn’t been idle, his beautiful lips had wound around your nipples to tease and suck, his teeth had bitten your delicate skin raw, following what, you’ll realize later, are the lines of your bathing suit bra.

Your torso turns painfully when you try to escape Aemond’s fingers and Aegon’s mouth, the overstimulation so severe when Aegon moans and groans against you, the vibration traveling up your spine like a whiplash that makes you scream in anguish.

Did you expect all of this when you met Baela and Rhaena’s cousins (or whatever flavor of family relation ties your friends to the siblings, in the maze that is the Targaryen’s family tree)? No, never, not when Aegon had offered you a drink as soon as you had arrived (“Weren’t you in rehab?” “That was a boring vacation, really”) or Aemond had been commenting on your reading choices (“Poetry for summer?” “Poetry is for all the seasons”), or even when you kept feeling their eyes on you, and your friends tried to shield you from their interest. But it’s summer and everyone is too focused on their complicated love lives to pull up a united front for you, when the brothers kept flanking you during those interminable group trips to hidden beaches, where you would shed your summer dresses in the safety of the group, and their gazes would be drawn to the conservative bathing suits you were wearing. Aegon’s would be more ravenous but never disrespectful, Aemond’s intense, even when he hid behind a thick book and a cigarette lazily dangling from his lips: even amidst everyone, you’d feel them staring, and your skin would burn, and not because of the sun.

Aegon’s lips latch to the soft skin of your tight and you beg, broken and needy for the orgasm he’s been denying you, your body covered in sweat and their spit, your hips sitting in a puddle of your own essence.

You’re burning and it’s not the unforgiving heath of the end of July.

“Best pussy I had in a while.” Aegon says, finally giving you respite from his hunger.

You try to catch your breath or kick him, the best you can do is letting your legs fall open, showing them the mess he’s left behind.

“Let me have a taste.” Aemond answers.

You’d expect him to take his brother’s place, not for them to kiss passionately, one of Aemond’s hands wounding in Aegon’s shorter hair as he lets his younger brother ravish him and pour all his sexual frustration into the kiss.

You almost come at the sight of their tongues battling and when you hear their moans of pleasure: have they always been like this? Does anyone besides you know? All questions fly out of the window when Aegon grabs his own base in the desperate attempt to stop himself from coming and Aemond doubles the passion he’s pouring in the kiss, chasing your taste in his brother’s slack mouth, until he lets go and focuses his only eye on your writhing body.

“Delicious.” He says and then licks his lips obscenely. “Let me have a second taste.”

They have kissed over you, Aegon still between your trembling legs and Aemond kneeling by your head, now he hovers over you with his reddened erection dangling over your parted lips and grabs your tights when you try to close them.

“I can’t let my older brother have all the fun, can I?” He purrs.

Your hips lift when his soft tongue starts playing with your abused clit and you try to squirm away again when his lips fasten around the puffy bud to suck slowly.

Aegon is staring at you with pupils so blown out that you can’t see the purple iris. You wail at him as his brother positions himself fully over you, never letting your poor clit go, sucking and licking leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world and you’re not crying and begging under him.

“Aemond! Please!” You cry out, desperate.

“Be good.” You hear coming from your right. “Aemond deserves a taste as well.”

“Shh, suck us off, beautiful, and then you’ll come.”

The small part of your brain that’s still working seems to realize only now how well endowed both brothers are, and that they will fuck you using their massive cocks. The slut part of your brain doesn’t care, ravenous your lips wound around Aegon’s cockhead to suck desperately the salty taste of his precome.

The position is awful on your neck, you can’t take him fully the way you want and your hands tremble too much to jack him properly. His taste though, heady and masculine, his girth takes your breath away when he lifts your head and feeds you more of his cock, until he pushes against the back of your throat and you choke on him, wanting more, needing more, frustrated by the knowledge that you’ll need more practice before you’ll be able to deepthroat him the way he deserves.

He doesn’t care, he grabs your head with both hands and uses your mouth to his leisure, fucking you hard and fast, in a heady contrast with the way Aemond is slowly sucking your poor clit.

“Ah, Gods!” Aegon groans when he releases your abused mouth. “No more, darling, your mouth is sinful but I want to come inside your pretty cunt."

You wail at that, hungry for him and your lips suck at his heavy balls until he has to dislodge your face with a pained moan.

He stares at your mouth, wet with spit and his precome, bitten raw and still hungry for more: you’re a gift from the Gods that he and Aemond aren’t going to waste.

“Here, suck him as well, he deserves the treat.”

Your wails are cut short by Aemond’s thick cock, fed to you by Aegon, who keeps one hand in your hair to control your movements, while he pushes his brother’s slim hips downwards, to your waiting mouth, until his cockhead hits your stretched tongue.

Aemond’s masculine taste drives you mad, any coherent thought flown out of the window as you grab his hips and try to swallow as much as you can, despite Aegon’s tight hold on your hair. Your neck hurts when you move up and down Aemond’s massive erection but you don’t care, you want to choke on him and Aegon lets you, with a satisfied smirk on his face, when he sees you falter as Aemond moans against your abused pussy, the shockwaves traveling up your spine destroying any control you have left and you let him fuck your mouth as his tongue sneaks inside your hole to ravage you there as well.

Aemond’s moans double when Aegon starts mouthing at his heavy balls and you’re hollowing your cheeks to offer him more friction. Around his stiff tongue your muscles clench and he almost comes imagining how fucking you would feel like: so soft and tight around his raging erection, warm beyond belief.

It’s an uncomfortable fit but he manages to push on your poor clit with his thumb as you buck wildly under him when he twists his tongue inside of you fast and hungry for you orgasm.

Under him you’ve lost any control on your body, your legs close around his head as you let your mouth be fucked raw, spit and precome sliding down your cheeks to the hollow of your throat.

You wail and cry when Aemond slips his cock from your mouth, the loss washed away by his moans against your overstimulated pussy; he’s drunk on your taste and wants more, he opens your lips to lodge himself better and fuck you deeper with his long tongue and you clench around him, pleasure burning through your body with every fast stoke, until you arch your back and explode on his tongue, your body trembling violently under his.

Both boys are ravenous for your taste now, their tongues on your cunt lick you clean and entwine to share your honey, their teeth mark the inside of your thighs with small bites that enhance the pleasure still coursing through your body, until you cry, fat tears of overstimulation and someone hugs you tight.

“Breathe now. You did so well.” Aemond murmurs in your ear. “Your mouth is a gift from the Gods.”

He doesn’t clean the mess of spit, precome and tears on your face and chest, he simply keeps you close to himself as Aegon plays with it, spreading the sticky mix all over your sweaty skin to keep your body in overdrive.

It’s not the first time both boys allude to the hometown of their mother’s side of the family, Aemond almost choking on his cigarette when you flatly told them you went once and that the Oldtown Tower wasn’t the experience you expected it to be; your muddled brain now starts to realize that, perhaps, it’s not a physical trip they’re talking about.

“I’m tired.” You whine, when Aegon’s fingers find your perked nipples.

“Wouldn’t you like to go to Oldtown with us?” He asks with a wicked glint in his purple eyes.

“Roll on your knees, issa dōna, my sweet. Like that, sȳz hāedar, good girl.” Aemond orders you and has to help you to get into position.

You feel the bed dip behind you and Aegon’s big hands land on your hips, their grip strong on the soft flesh.

“I promise you, love, that this Oldtown Tower will not disappoint. Are you ready to be Hightowered?”

You nod, eager to see what they have planned for you.

You feel his right hand leave the hold on your hips and his cockhead nudges at your wet entrance. You try to relax as much as you can, but he’s wide, wider than you ever had and it’s been a while since you had sex with anyone.

“Use your words, like a smart girl.” Aemond tells you, while sneaking a hand in your hair to force your upper body up.

“Take me to Oldtown, please? Whatever that means?” You ask with a small voice, a sliver of anxiety rearing its ugly head out of the blue.

“I promise you will like this.” Aegon’s warm lips find home on your nape to leave small kisses. “This is the best trip you could ever take.”

“So fucking tight.” He curses. “And wet, fuck yeah!”

His hips rock slowly against you, opening you up for the monstrosity he calls his cock. Even slick as you are after their ministrations, you feel the sting against your muscles and how hard he has to keep a tight rein on his libido, and you whine as his cock defiles your cunt and molds it for his pleasure, until his hips meet yours and you both groan in pleasure.

“Wait!” You wail, one hand reaching behind to blindly grab at him. “Please!”

You try to breathe and prepare yourself for the pounding you expect to receive, relaxing around his thick cock as much as you physically can.

Aemond’s hand cupping your chin is a surprise, so is the way he caresses your lower lip, swollen and wet with a mixture of spit and precome, until you suck his thumb in.

“Open wider, sȳz hāedar, like that.” He orders with a soft voice.

You understand what they meant: ‘going to Oldtown’, ‘Hightowered’ and ‘Oldtown Tower’. Suddenly Aemond choking on the smoke when you said you didn't like the trip you had taken eons ago makes more sense.

You look into his lonely eye, the purple eclipsed by the enlarged pupil, the dimples of his smile almost masking the naked hunger in his beautiful, scarred face.

He doesn't have to tell you more, you open your mouth and loll your tongue out, waiting patiently for his next move.

You both moan when his cockhead touches your tongue and you start licking and sucking, slowly taking more and more of him. Almost on cue, Aegon grabs your hips firmly and grinds against you, forcing a moan out of you that has Aemond groan and kick his cock inside your waiting mouth.

You don't know if someone can hear you three, you don't care that the whole estate is asleep, trying to beat the afternoon heatwave, all that matters are the boys taking you within an inch of your life: Aegon’s cock pounding your battered insides hard and fast, his hand randomly connecting to your arse cheeks when you tighten around him, and Aemond's cock fucking your mouth with abandon, a smirk in his face as soon as he sees how frustrated you are when you can't swallow him whole.

You cross your wrists on your back and the show of submission has the boys fuck you wild and fast, with filthy word of appreciation for your tight cunt and talented mouth.

You cough and let spit fall from your mouth when Aegon’s pushes become brutal, impaling you on his cock and his brother's, your G spot battered constantly by his bulbous head. On instinct your body tightens and twists, chasing and running away from the pleasure that's destroying you. Your cunt tightens without your control with every push and Aegon has to fuck you faster, opening you up for his cock. You moan around Aemond and try to take more of his big cock, choking on the girthy length with whines that travel up his spine and shatter his control.

You beg and cry when Aemond slips his cock away from mouth and curls a hand around his base: you’re sinful and delicious, you deserve his seed in your cunt.

With a hand on your nape Aegon pulls you up and bounces your lax body on his cock, hard and fast pushes that make you scream and cry, pleasure zinging up your spine that redoubles when Aemond's fingers find your clit, to pinch it as his lips slant on yours, stealing your screams.

You're a ragdoll between their bodies, your nerves screaming with the pleasure forced on you, open and raw to their dual assault you feel the pressure build and build in your belly, until you come, squeezing Aegon so tight he spills with a shout inside of you as he keeps riding his high inside of you, until you both fall on the bed.

You feel a mix of fluids seeping out of your overused hole, your combined comes staining your tights and mixing with the rivulet of sweat on your skin.

You feel empty and alone, on instinct you curl with your back against Aegon’s front, seeking his warmth; you don't expect the sleepy way he nuzzles your neck and leaves kisses all over the burning skin. He's sated, for now, the smell of sex from your body lulling him into relaxation; he groans unhappily when Aemond takes you from his embrace and lays you on the bed.

You are a sight to behold, open and used, warm and wet with your come and Aegon’s; you stare at Aemond with pleading eyes, drunk on pleasure already and hungry for him as well, whose cock stands tall and proud, small beads of precome on the red tip.

“Slow, Aemond please?” You beg with a broken voice.

Your cunt is so sore already, you can't take another hard fucking like the one Aegon just gave you.

“Yes, dārilaros, princess, I want to enjoy you.”

With unhurried hands, Aemond helps your legs around his trim waist and covers your body with his, the golden pendant he wears is up your face now, the skull with sapphire eyes dangling over your parted lips.

You can't escape his piercing gaze, the way he absorbs every small expression you make with a soft humming sound, as if he's studying you to learn how to play your body for later use.

Slowly, Aemond kisses you, waiting patiently for your lips to part, only then he deepens the kiss with a long moan, when he breaches you slowly.

If he had to follow his instincts, Aemond would take you fast and raw, desperate as he is to satiate his hunger, yet he keeps a strict control over himself: he's seen how hard Aegon had gone, he can't risk harming you. Your response is beautiful, the way your body sucks him in takes his breath away and your back arches when he starts pushing and pulling to make way for his cock to own you completely.

The whine he hides against the side of your neck has you curl your legs around his waist: he's so deep inside of you, you want to keep him there, warm and thick, forever.

When he starts to move, gentle figures of eight, you arch under him, one hand raking down his long back, the other shooting out to grab the bedsheets; you’re surprised when Aegon's big palm curls around yours and his lips leave small kisses on your knuckles and wrist.

“Look at me.” Aemond orders.

Your eyes snap open to bore into his, his long hair curtain your bodies, as if it's only the two of you in the whole world and he hasn't already fucked you with the aid of his older brother.

His hips move with longer strokes now that you’ve relaxed around him, he reaches deeper inside of you, in no hurry to chase his own end, mesmerized by the way your face scrunches with pleasure, wet with tears and spit.

“Aemond.” You moan.

“I'm here, let go.”

You feel him everywhere, his strokes filling you, opening you to his ownership, the pleasure like a fire that builds with every passing second. Your free hand scratches down his back when he grinds against your G spot, dead on and relentless he forces your hole to curl and curl, whined sobs escape your lips and Aegon is there to kiss your face, consoling you during your onslaught.

Your body is trapped under Aemond's, your hole invaded and so, so full it almost hurts with the way Aemond takes you: you feel every inch of him against yourself, your body arches under his but you have nowhere to go, your lips wound around the pendant to snuff your moans, to save your sanity. Your legs kick uselessly when he picks up speed and grinds faster, his lips and his brother's on yours, in a kiss that steals your breath away and keeps you focused on the burning of your nerves.

The more the pleasure ebbs, the deeper are your scratches against his back; you twist under his weight when you feel the familiar band tighten in your belly. You whine about how scared you are, you can't take another one please! And both boys are there, encouraging you to fall into the abyss again, praising your body, until you come.

You black out and barely feel Aemond push again and again, until he explodes inside of you, only to keep riding his own pleasure with an animalistic groan, stopping only when it hurts to continue.

You're so warm when you come back to yourself, having both boys laying partially on your chest and tummy. They're both lazily smoking and kissing your tacky skin, unhurried in their own post orgasmic daze and drunk on the smell of sex saturating the air.

With a shaky hand you steal someone’s cigarette for a quick drag: you needed that!

“You can always ask.”

Oh, you’ve stolen from Aegon.

With that, he rolls to your bedside table where his crumpled pack lays (when did it get there?) and he takes another one. Smirking he leans close to your face and grabs your hand to use your cigarette to light his up; it’s a simple action that has your insides tingle with want, the soreness between your legs notwithstanding.

“I don’t smoke.” You say, giving him back the cigarette.

“Keep it. You look hot when you do.”

A companionable silence falls between your three, broken only by the sound of your three smoking; you’re not sure of what you’re supposed to do. You didn’t think about an after, when the boys emerged from the shadows of the corridor that lead to your room and had silently followed you; you knew what was going to happen, if you welcomed them inside, no siesta like the rest of the sprawling mansion, no idle chat and flirting the way you did since you arrived to Dragonstone, no, sex instead, heated and mindblowing, until you were too tired to stay awake, then what?

The answer to your question comes in the form of Aemond, who picks the finished cigarette from your fingers and kills it in the ashtray that’s appeared on the other bedside table (from where? Are the boy magicians as well?).

You know you desperately need one, your body is covered in sweat and fluids, but you’re tired now, you want to sleep until the end of time; with whatever little strength you can muster, you turn on your tummy and hide your head under a pillow

“We need a shower.” He says.

“Noooo.” You whine.

His body hovers over yours, his face somewhere near your exposed neck.

“Come on, be good. Don’t make me drag you.” Adds Aegon, with a swift pat on your arse.

“Ow! You would never!”

“Do you wanna bank on that?”

The lovebite he leaves on your skin is playful and, if they hadn’t fucked you the way they did, it would have made you straddle him until he begged for mercy.

Aemond’s big hands grab your lax body and he lifts you against his sturdy chest, you shriek and hold to his neck, afraid he might lose his hold on you.

“Come on boys! I can’t walk!”

“That’s not an issue.”

You elect to ignore the bickering between the brothers and hide your face in the long curve of Aemond’s neck. With your teeth you nibble the golden chain, warmed by his skin, and kiss the small moles you can reach. The low rumble of Aemond’s humming courses through your body and again, if you weren’t so sore, you’d have him until he couldn’t come anymore.

“Start the shower.” He says, adjusting your position to make sure he’s not letting you fall.

“I always have to do all the work here!”

“Stop bitching and do something!”

Your legs wobble dangerously when Aemond deposits you in the ridiculous big shower. The first time you used it, you weren’t even sure which button to push and, if you have to be sincere, you are still unsure of what half of those are for.

Both boys join you under the warm spray, their bodies keeping you up when your legs threaten to fold, Aemond in front of you, Aegon behind.

Honest to the Gods, Aemond shudders in disgust.

“Why do you need all those hair products?” He asks, when he tries to find your shampoo.

“Because, unlike you, dear brother, they care about their hair. Give it here.”

“Five bottles?”

“It’s the bare minimum for summer.” You inject yourself in the conversation

“I only need one.”

You can feel the beginning of an erection poking your arse, and you wiggle against him.

“You’re so lucky, Aegon. Why do guys need beautiful hair and long eyelashes?” You whine.

“To be pretty for nice little things like you.” He answers, plastering his body against yours.

“Careful, you look very fuckable, all wet and naked.” He says, popping his chin on your shoulder.

It’s surprising how at ease you feel with them, with your past partners you had always felt uncomfortable at showing yourself naked, with them it comes like an afterthought: it’s so liberating and you’ll forever be grateful for that.

Aemond coaxes your head backwards and starts massaging your scalp with your nice smelling shampoo while Aegon squirts too much body wash on his hands to clean the mess on your body; you’re not sure your breasts need that much attention though, not that your are complaining, you feel your whole body relax in their care and if Aegon wants to play with your tits, who are you to stop him?

Once he’s done with your conditioner, Aemond grabs your loofah and gently cleans between your legs; you shudder in pain when he starts with your pussy, you’re still so sore!

“I know, gevie, beautiful, I know it hurts, but I need to be thorough.”

He’s mindful of your clit when he cleans up your hole and outer lips, only to refocus on your legs and arse, until he’s sure no leftover fluid is staining your skin.

You help them wash off as well, your hands are still shaking on the firm muscles and white skin, their fingers are soft and caring on one another, caressing you as well, until they are hard again.

You let your fingers wander until you meet their erections and they both take a gulp of air, before crowding against your body. You feel suddenly shy and hide your face against Aemond’s neck as you move over their cocks slowly, feeling the steel under the soft skin.

A shudder courses through you when they move to kiss your chest and breasts, soft and gentle they worship your body and drink down your moans: you’re a sorceress, the first they had taken without having their thirsts quenched by mindless sex.

Aemond comes first, with a long moan against your breast, Aegon grabs your hip to maintain his balance when his orgasm hits; you keep a loose hold around their cocks as they ride out the high and praise them with a soft voice.

You three stumble out of the shower and the boys are quick to grab the big towels to dry you, and themselves, their hands lingering on your breasts and arse a tad too long, sending shivers down your body.

The bed looks like a battlefield and you shriek when you see the wet mess you three have made of the sheets, and the marks on your skin you will never be able to hide.

They’re still both naked and now it feels strange to be dressed, after what you let them do to you.

“That’s what housekeeping is for, darling.” Aegon says with a wink.

“You look pretty in blue.” Aemond adds, when he sees the bathing suit you’ve picked for the afternoon.

“Thank you.” You answer, suddenly shy.

He’s standing in front of you, naked and proud, and you wish you weren’t this sore, to have him, to have both of them again.

“You’re prettier naked.”

“Aegon!” You shriek.

“Just stating the truth.”

Almost reading your mind, the brothers hug you, their naked bodies against yours, wet hair leaving tears of water on your heathed skin.

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“You should take today easy.” Aemond tells you with hunger in his voice, his sharp chin on your shoulder. “Recuperate.”

“What for?” You try to keep the tremble in yours under control.

“Because once is not enough.” Aegon murmurs against your lips. “A body like yours needs to be worshiped properly.”

“And for as long as it is needed.” Concludes Aemond.

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ghostkennedy · 19 hours

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Leon's Special Recipes

~neighbor! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

randomly had to write this at 3 am last night. definitely leaves space for a part two if anybody's interested, but i do ask for an idea on how it should go! how would you react in this situation?

Word count: 1068

Content warning: nonconsensual cum eating, male masturbation

!!!!!GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+! MINORS DNI!!!!!

“Hi, Leon! Come on in,” You open your front door wide for your neighbor. You live in adjacent townhouses, him living on the end so you’re his only true neighbor.

He steps into your entryway and kicks off his shoes. “So, what brings you here?” He pushes a plastic container into your hands. You open it up and are met with the sweet smell of cookies. “What’s all this?”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “Oh, nothing really. Trying new things; new hobbies and such. Trying my hand at baking and needed a taste tester. Luckily for me, I have a neighbor with a sweet tooth.”

You aren’t looking at him as he speaks, rummaging around in the container of freshly baked sweets. “Oh my God! Chocolate chip?” You pull a cookie out and take a huge bite, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the sugar and gooey chocolate hit your taste buds.

You moan out happily and Leon can’t help but smile widely at you, while also shifting his hips to hide his hardening cock from the sounds you’re making–but that’s not important right now.

You swallow the bite down quickly before taking another. You talk with your mouth full, doing your best to cover your mouth with your hand, but too excited to bother with proper manners. “These are amazing, Leon! How many did you make?”

“Oh, about a dozen. I did keep some for myself. If a man won’t eat his own product, then it’s not a product worth sharing,” He lies through his teeth. He made a half dozen cookies especially for you. They’re not for him, or anyone else at all for that matter. Only you.

You finish a whole cookie and lead him into the kitchen. “Thank you, Leon. That’s so thoughtful. These aren’t going to last long over here. Can’t control myself around sweets.” Perfect. Knew his girl was greedy and it’s working in his favor so nicely.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thinking about trying peanut butter, oatmeal, white chocolate, and sugar cookies. Gotta keep myself busy when I’m not working, you know?”

You reach into the container and pull out another cookie. “Sorry, my mouth started watering at the sound of all of those. You gonna stop at cookies or are you going to expand your baking resume into other goodies?”

He hums thoughtfully, “Maybe. You like cupcakes?”

You smile brightly at him, pure joy in your eyes, “I love them!”

He was hoping you would. He’s been looking at homemade frosting recipes and he thinks he could make a pretty good batch of it. It’d be easy to slip his secret ingredient into those. Yeah. Next time he’s at the store, he’ll buy them out of cupcake supplies. Gonna keep you fully stocked on them.

“I’m glad we can help each other. I got someone to eat my treats and you get treats.” You nod your head as you nibble on your second cookie. “Anyway, sweetheart. Can’t hang around long, got an early morning tomorrow.” More lies. If he doesn’t get his hand around his cock within the next 5 minutes, he just might come in his pants.

“Oh, of course. Let me walk you out!” You finish your cookie before walking over to the sink and washing your hands, drying them quickly on your pants before leading him back to the front door.

He’s slipping his shoes back on as you thank him again and he quickly heads out the door, for the safety and privacy of his own home.

He practically slams his front door and locks it before his hands undo his belt, yanking his cock from his jeans and groaning out as his hand squeezes the base.

He’s not sure where he read it online, or what he was even looking at to find such a thing. Probably a Reddit thread or some gross porn flick. But as soon as he got the idea to put his semen in food, he couldn’t keep himself from feeding it to you.

He was constantly popping an erection the days leading up to baking your special cookies. But he kept from touching himself so he’d be loaded and desperate when it came time for your filling. When he was finally ready to add his come to the batter, all it took was a few strokes for him to shoot the fattest load he’s ever managed by himself.

He quickly shoved his dick back in his pants as he stirred it in and poured them onto a non-stick pan. He was still so pent up, he was hard again before the cookies were even done baking.

He made 6 average size cookies and 1 mini one. He didn’t really enjoy the idea of eating his own semen cookies, but he had to try it to make sure you couldn’t taste something off. He didn’t think it would make any sort of difference, he maintains an okay diet so he doesn’t taste half bad. But he needed to be thorough because he was desperate for this plan to work out.

And as soon as he popped that mini cookie in his mouth and started chewing, he knew you were going to love them. So many chocolate chips and sugar, it’s a sweets lover’s wet dream. He laid them out to cool while he cleaned up and by time the mess was gone, the cookies were cooled down enough to bring to you. So he cleaned himself up, packed up the cookies and walked over to your place.

Within minutes of returning to his own house, he’s leaned back on his couch, shirt stuffed in his mouth as he shoots more come across his abs. His mind is filled with the fresh memories of you eating your cookies and loving them. Thanking him for his special little treat for you.

And the next day when he runs into you on the way to your car and asks if you ate any more cookies, he’s super pleased when you tell him they’re all gone. Ate another before you went to bed. Got up in the middle of the night, tummy growling for another one. And then ate the last two for breakfast. He tells you he’ll get to work on your next batch and you giddily tell him you just can’t wait to try more of his yummy desserts.

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Bea

In a moment of despair, Bea finds herself.

[Pet Safety Masterlist]

Content: BBU, BBU recovery, recapture(-ish) - but really, mostly recovery.

Bea. Bea.

She'd said the new name to herself in the mirror, every time she looked at one; sometimes out loud when she was home alone; just a soft mumble at other times. "Good morning, Bea", she would say, or "Good evening, Bea", and the one-eyed woman in the mirror would smile a beautiful smile, and the pet who wasn't really a pet any longer would smile back.

She held on to her old name, too, deep inside, the old name and its old life, its flickers of memory, vague faces, echoes of touches.

Bea, however, was now. A new life, a new name, even a new face. Maybe less regular than the old one, less perfect. But beautiful. Happy.

And she owed it all to Adrian Delgado, the man who was cowering next to her on the street right now, his hands on the shoulders of a skinny, shaking runaway pet.

"We'll get you out of here," Adrian mumbled into the runaway's hair.

They'd found him huddled up in a narrow alleyway on their walk home from dinner, feverish and injured. Adrian hadn't hesitated. With practised routine, one hand had dialed Marta's number, the other wrapped a scarf around his face, before he'd sank to his knees to check the pet's health. He wasn't good. Bea knew. She'd seen similar injuries. She'd suffered them, too. And she'd barely survived.

"Please," the pet whimpered now. "Please don't make me go back, please."

"You won't. My friend will be here soon," Adrian said, holding his hand. "She'll help you."

"Negative." Marta's voice through the phone was pressed, sharp. "A, B, you need to bail, right now, we have a WRU re-ac team coming in."

"Please," the pet whispered again and grabbed Adrian's other hand, too. "Please. Not back to my owner."

The phone cracked. "Are you leaving? Fuck. You're not leaving, A, I'd hear that. Fucking run, or you bring him in to WRU yourself, you hear me? Don't blow your cover."

The pet sobbed.

Bea reached for the phone and got to her feet. There wasn't a mirror here, only Bea's dull reflection in a dirty storefront window, her face half shadowed in the streetlight. Hi Bea, she thought. Hi, girl. You're good. You've got this.

"Bea," Adrian called. "What are you doing?" He shook off the pet's hand.

Bea held his gaze. "Get A and the pet," Bea said into the phone, carefully avoiding their names just as Marta did. "I'll handle the team."

"What?"

She shoved up her sleeves, turned her wrist in the streetlight, so the black lines of her bar code shone. "They return runaways to their owners," she said. "Let them return me, not him."

"No," Adrian rose as well, the pet mindlessly sobbing at his feet. "You can't go back to Ja-"

"Jack's not my owner," she reminded him softly. "You are." She smiled. "Tell them I ran, after dinner. I am a good liar, Sir. So are you."

"Do it, B," Marta called via phone. "Now!"

Bea tossed the phone back to Adrian and pointed to her feet. "You told me to run. I have good shoes."

From the main street, the brakes of a heavy car echoed into the alley. Adrian deftly grabbed the pet, pressed a hand on his mouth. Already running towards the corner, Bea knew they were getting cover.

Just in time.

A man and a woman in WRU black stepped out of a van, just as Bea cut around the corner. "Hey," the woman called, hand on her shock baton. "You! Stop!"

Bea stopped, slowly lifted her hands, making sure they could see the bar code.

It was some meters. It was fine. She just needed to get them away from Adrian Delgado and the injured pet. She took some measured steps backwards, keeping her distance. "Please," she cried, just as the runaway had. "Please. I can't go back!"

"Respect," the man boomed, his own baton already in hand.

Bea's knees trembled, but didn't waver. Broken, they'd called her in WRU refurb. Messed up. Stupid. Dysfunctional. Problematic. Because she'd obeyed, done her best to appease them, to survive. But she'd stopped believing. In the handlers, in the truth of the rules, in the power of their orders.

"No," she whispered. Because she could. "Never."

"Stubborn, little shit." The man reached for his taser.

Bea spun on her heel and ran.

"Fuck," the man yelled. "After her. Go! Go!"

She heard footsteps behind her, the screeching tires of the van as it turned on the street, and she knew she wouldn't be able to escape them.

But she didn't need to. She just needed to make it around a corner or two, just clear the path to the alley with Adrian and the runway.

And she knew she could do that.

Good job, Bea, she thought.

Running away from a WRU reacquisition team, her good shoes carrying her, wind in her face, raindrops on her skin, Bea felt herself smile.

She still did, two corners later, when the van drove on the sidewalk in front of her, when a baton crashed into her ribs and she was thrown over the van's hood. When a scanner beeped over her wrist, when the man mumbled number and designation.

For the first time, it didn't feel like hers.

She wasn't a number. She was Bea. And finally, she knew, who Bea was meant be.

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Alphabet swf for tmnt 2012 please

TMNT 2012 SFW Alphabet: Leonardo.

A/N: You weren't perfect on which TMNT Character to write, so I'm doing Leo, which I hope is okay with you. Also, I only write one character per alphabet SWF if it's the full list. Now, if you're picking a list of characters and only a few letters from the SFW alphabet, then yes, I would have done all four of them.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Leo tends to be more reserved in outwardly expressing affection, as he tries to maintain a serious leader-like demeanor. However, with someone he is truly close to and comfortable with, he shows his caring side through thoughtful gestures and quality time together. Leo is attentive and makes an effort to remember little details about his partner's interests and preferences. He enjoys having deep conversations and bonding over shared nerdy hobbies like sci-fi shows. While not extremely physically affectionate in public, in private Leo is tender, giving warm hugs, gentle caresses, and loving looks. His affection comes through in the way he is supportive, protective, and willing to make sacrifices for his loved one's wellbeing. Leo may not be the most vocal about his feelings, but his devotion and commitment speak volumes.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend, Leo would be extremely loyal, protective, and always there to lend an ear or help out however he can. The friendship would likely start with him coming to your aid in some situation where you really needed help. Despite being focused on his ninjutsu training, Leo has a big heart and would be drawn to befriend someone he sees struggling or in need of assistance. Once he commits to the friendship, he's all in - willing to put himself in harm's way for your wellbeing. Leo can be a bit overbearing at times with his "big brother" tendency to want to guide and teach. But he means well, and you'd have an unwavering ally and confidant in him. His nerdiness about shows like Space Heroes might initially seem strange, but you'd come to find his passion for heroic ideals admirable and endearing.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Leo tends to be a bit reserved when it comes to physical affection, but he cherishes quiet, intimate moments to cuddle with his significant other. He likes being the "big spoon" and holding his partner close, feeling protective yet relaxed in their embrace. Leo enjoys running his fingers gently through their hair or tracing soothing patterns on their back as they snuggle. Though serious by nature, he lets his guard down completely when cuddling, nuzzling his face against theirs and peppering soft kisses on their cheeks or forehead. Leo's cuddles are tender, his grip secure yet gentle, providing a sense of safety and comfort as the two enjoy each other's warmth and company in these blissful moments.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

While Leo is deeply committed to his role as the leader and protector of his brothers, there is a part of him that longs for a more settled life outside of constant battles and vigilantism. He admires the idea of having a place to call his own, where he can find peace and stability. However, his sense of duty and responsibility often overshadows his personal desires. When it comes to cooking and cleaning, Leo is surprisingly skilled, having learned the importance of organization and taking care of their living space from Master Splinter. He finds solace in the routine of preparing meals for his brothers and maintaining a clean environment, as it allows him to channel his disciplined nature into practical tasks that benefit his family.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Leo had to break up with his significant other, he would likely approach it with maturity and sensitivity, yet also with a sense of honor and directness that reflects his disciplined nature. He would likely want to have an open and honest conversation, expressing his feelings and reasons for the decision with clarity and respect. As the leader, Leo values clear communication, so he would aim to be direct without being unnecessarily harsh. At the same time, his protective instincts might make it difficult for him to fully open up about the reasons behind the breakup if he felt it could deeply hurt his partner. Despite his seriousness, Leo has a tendency to be idealistic, so the breakup might stem from a realization that the relationship was not living up to his romantic expectations or vision of the perfect partnership. His desire to emulate heroic archetypes could also play a role, perhaps feeling that the relationship was holding him back from fully embodying the qualities he admires. Ultimately, while the conversation would likely be difficult, Leo would strive to handle the breakup with grace, empathy, and a desire to minimize unnecessary pain or conflict, reflecting his role as a wise and caring leader.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Leo takes commitment very seriously, viewing it as a profound duty and responsibility. As a leader, he understands the importance of honoring one's vows and obligations. When it comes to marriage, Leo would want to take things slowly and ensure he is fully ready before making that lifelong commitment. He is a bit of a romantic at heart, inspired by the heroic ideals he sees in "Space Heroes", but he's also pragmatic. Leo would likely want to be financially stable, have a clear purpose and path forward, and be absolutely certain about his partner before proposing marriage. Once married, he would be fiercely loyal and devoted, viewing it as his role to provide and protect his family unit. While not opposed to marriage, Leo would carefully weigh the decision rather than rushing into it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Leo is incredibly gentle, both physically and emotionally, with his s/o. Despite his intense ninja training and battle-hardened skills, he has an incredibly soft side reserved only for his loved one. Physically, his touches are feather-light, his embraces tender and protective. He's always mindful of his strength, never wanting to inadvertently hurt his partner. Emotionally, Leo showers his s/o with patience, understanding, and unwavering support. He's an attentive listener, validating their feelings without judgment. His words are carefully chosen to soothe and uplift. Leo's protective nature extends to creating a safe emotional space where his s/o can be vulnerable without fear. With his maturity and wisdom, he's able to de-escalate conflicts and provide reassuring calm in turbulent moments. Leo's gentle nature nurtures a deep intimacy in the relationship.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

When it comes to hugs, Leo is not one to shy away from them, especially with his significant other. He finds comfort and solace in their warm embrace, allowing himself to momentarily shed the weight of responsibility he carries as the leader of the team. Leo's hugs are firm and enveloping, conveying a sense of security and protection. He holds his partner close, savoring the connection and the opportunity to express his affection without words. While Leo may not initiate hugs as frequently as his more outgoing brothers, he certainly welcomes and reciprocates them wholeheartedly. In those tender moments, the usually guarded leader lets his walls down, revealing a softer side that only his significant other gets to witness. Leo's hugs are a reminder of the depth of his feelings and his ability to be both a strong protector and a gentle, loving partner.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Leo's dedication to his role as leader and his desire to protect his siblings would likely make him cautious about developing romantic feelings. However, once he lets his guard down and allows himself to be vulnerable with someone he truly cares for, his passionate nature could lead to him expressing his love relatively quickly. In a relationship with his significant other, Leo would initially try to maintain a level of professionalism and not rush into things. But as the bond deepens and he witnesses their loyalty, strength, and ability to support him, his feelings would intensify rapidly. Leo's romantic side, usually overshadowed by his responsibilities as a leader, would emerge. He might surprise his partner by declaring his love wholeheartedly, albeit accompanied by his characteristic cheesy one-liners and attempts to emulate his beloved "Space Heroes" characters. While his brothers might tease him, Leo would be unfazed, secure in his love for his significant other and their acceptance of his quirks.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Leo's jealousy would stem from his deep care and protective nature towards his significant other. While generally mature and level-headed, the thought of someone else vying for their affection or potentially endangering their well-being would bring out a more possessive side in him. His jealousy would manifest through subtle actions - narrowed eyes tracking any perceived threat, a tightening jaw, and a shift in his body language to become more shielding of his partner. Vocally, he might make thinly-veiled comments about the other person's intentions or attempt to steer his significant other away from the situation. However, Leo would be conscious of not overstepping boundaries or appearing controlling. If the jealousy became overwhelming, he would likely withdraw to meditate and regain his composure, later having an open discussion with his partner to reassure himself and clear the air. Ultimately, his jealousy would be a temporary lapse fueled by his desire to safeguard what he holds dear.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Leo tends to be quite passionate yet tender when kissing his significant other. He savors every moment, wanting to express his deep feelings through the intimacy of a kiss. Leo particularly loves peppering gentle kisses along his partner's jawline and neck, finding those areas incredibly alluring. He'll often nuzzle his face against theirs before capturing their lips in a soulful kiss, trying to convey all the affection and adoration he holds for them. In return, Leo melts when his significant other plants soft kisses on his cheeks and forehead - those simple yet loving gestures make his heart swell. Though he maintains a serious demeanor much of the time, Leo's kisses reveal his profound capacity for tenderness and devotion to the one he loves.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Leo's serious and disciplined nature often softens around children. While he maintains his role as a protective older brother figure, he exhibits a gentle patience when interacting with kids. His time spent watching "Space Heroes" allows him to connect with their sense of wonder and imagination. The idea of having his own children one day both excites and daunts Leo. On one hand, he relishes the opportunity to nurture and guide the next generation, imparting wisdom much like his mentor Splinter. However, his protective instincts also make him wary of the immense responsibility of parenthood. Leo wants to ensure he can provide a safe, structured environment for raising highly-skilled ninja kids. Despite his uncertainties, the thought of starting a family with his significant other fills him with a sense of purpose beyond his role as a leader of the turtles.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Leo are a tranquil, almost meditative experience. He rises before the sun, carefully rolling out of bed so as not to disturb his sleeping partner. After a light workout and meditation session, Leo returns to prepare a healthy breakfast for them both. As his significant other stirs awake, they are greeted by the aroma of fresh tea and Leo's warm smile. He insists they start the day with a zen moment together, side-by-side on the mat, centering their minds before the inevitable chaos of the day's missions unfolds. Though his disciplined routine may seem rigid to some, Leo's mornings with his loved one are imbued with tenderness, respect for ancient traditions, and an unshakable devotion to strengthening the spiritual bond between two warriors' hearts.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights spent with Leo are always a mix of quiet quality time and geeky adventures. After a day of intense training or battles against the Foot Clan, Leo loves to unwind by cuddling up with his loved one on the couch to rewatch favorite episodes of "Space Heroes." He can't resist quoting the cheesy heroic lines, much to his partner's amusement. But his significant other also admires Leo's real-life heroism and leadership. Sometimes they'll play act battle scenarios, with Leo directing the strategy before dissolving into laughter at their silliness. Other evenings are spent stargazing on the rooftops, as Leo points out constellations and shares his deep thoughts about honor, courage and protecting his family and city. With his loved one by his side, Leo can truly relax and be his authentic, nerdy yet noble self.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

When it comes to Leo revealing things about himself in a romantic relationship, he would likely take a gradual approach. As someone who values discipline, maturity, and responsibility, Leo would want to build trust and intimacy with his significant other over time before fully opening up. Initially, Leo might share surface-level details about his interests, like his fondness for the show "Space Heroes" and his desire to emulate heroic qualities. However, he would likely hold back on delving too deeply into his personal struggles, insecurities, or vulnerabilities until he feels a strong emotional connection and senses that his partner is someone he can truly confide in. As the relationship progresses and Leo becomes more comfortable, he would gradually reveal more about his role as the leader of the Turtles, the weight of responsibility he carries, and the challenges he faces in maintaining harmony within the team, especially with his sibling rivalry with Raphael. He might also open up about his desire for perfection and the pressures he puts on himself to be an exemplary leader and role model. Rather than an all-at-once revelation, Leo would likely share these deeper aspects of himself in layers, gauging his partner's reactions and building trust along the way. Once he truly feels understood and accepted, Leo would be more likely to fully expose his innermost thoughts, fears, and struggles, seeking not just a romantic partner but also a confidant and source of emotional support.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Leo is usually calm, collected, and level-headed, especially when compared to his more hotheaded brother Raphael. However, his significant other has seen that Leo can get frustrated and angry at times, particularly when his brothers don't listen to his orders during missions or when he feels he has failed as a leader. With his partner though, Leo lets his guard down more. He may get momentarily annoyed if teased about his love for Space Heroes or if his strategies are questioned, but a reassuring touch from his loved one can quickly diffuse any flare of temper. Leo's partner knows he has a tendency to be hard on himself, so they are always ready with kind words and reminders that he's doing his best to lead the team. While Leo has an intense personality, his significant other's patience and understanding helps him work through frustrations in a healthy way.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

When it comes to his significant other (s/o), Leo's attention to detail and ability to remember are quite remarkable. As someone who prides himself on being disciplined and responsible, he would make a conscious effort to remember every little detail about his partner that they share with him. Leo is the type of person who would actively listen and pay close attention whenever his s/o talks about their interests, aspirations, or even casual anecdotes from their day. He would commit these details to memory, not just because he cares deeply for his partner, but also because he understands the importance of being attentive and considerate. With his analytical mind and his tendency to pick up on subtleties, Leo would likely remember small things like his s/o's favorite color, their preferred type of music, or the stories they shared about their childhood. He would also take note of their likes, dislikes, and any important dates or events that hold significance for them. While Leo may occasionally forget a minor detail here and there, especially if it was mentioned in passing, he would make a conscious effort to retain as much information as possible about his significant other. His ability to remember and cherish these details would likely strengthen their bond and make his s/o feel valued and appreciated.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Leo's favorite moment with his significant other is when they had their first real heart-to-heart talk, opening up about their hopes, fears, and what drives them. Despite his bravado as a leader, Leo deeply values emotional vulnerability and being able to share his true self with someone he loves. On that night, as they sat together gazing at the city skyline, Leo felt a profound sense of connection and intimacy unlike anything he'd experienced before. His partner listened intently without judgment, offering caring reassurance when Leo expressed his occasional self-doubts about being a good leader. In return, Leo provided a supportive shoulder as his loved one courageously revealed their own insecurities. From that point on, Leo knew he could trust this person wholeheartedly, and it solidified his commitment to the relationship in a way little else could.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Leo would be incredibly protective of his significant other, given his strong sense of responsibility and his deep care for those close to him. He would go to great lengths to ensure their safety and well-being, always remaining vigilant and ready to defend them from any potential harm. Leo's protective nature would manifest in various ways. He would likely insist on accompanying his partner whenever they venture out, keeping a watchful eye and being prepared to jump into action if necessary. He would also make sure their living spaces are secure, checking for vulnerabilities and taking measures to fortify them. Additionally, Leo would encourage his partner to learn self-defense techniques, not only for their own protection but also because he values discipline and preparedness. He would take great pride in being their mentor, patiently guiding them through training sessions and ensuring they can handle themselves in difficult situations. In return, Leo would deeply appreciate his partner's efforts to protect him as well. While he may initially resist the idea of needing protection, he would ultimately find comfort in knowing his loved one has his back. Their mutual commitment to safeguarding each other would strengthen their bond and reinforce the trust and respect they share.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Leo would put a tremendous amount of effort into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks when it comes to his significant other. Being the disciplined and responsible leader that he is, Leo would approach his relationship with the same dedication and commitment he shows towards his duties as the leader of the Turtles. For dates and anniversaries, Leo would meticulously plan every detail, from researching the perfect romantic location to carefully selecting meaningful gifts that reflect his deep understanding and appreciation for his partner. He would likely incorporate elements from his beloved "Space Heroes" show, adding a touch of his geeky charm to make the occasion truly unique and special. In everyday tasks, Leo would be attentive and considerate, always striving to make his significant other feel valued and supported. Whether it's helping with chores, offering a listening ear, or simply being present and engaged, Leo would put forth his full effort to be the best partner he can be. His perfectionist tendencies might sometimes lead him to overthink or stress over getting every detail just right, but his genuine care and affection for his significant other would shine through, making every gesture, no matter how small, a heartfelt expression of his love and commitment.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Leo is fiercely loyal and protective of his significant other, always putting their needs and safety first. However, his dedication to being a responsible leader often means he has trouble separating his roles, treating his partner more like a subordinate at times rather than an equal. His bad habit of constantly trying to emulate his fictional hero, Captain Ryan, can also grate on his partner's nerves. Despite his best intentions, Leo's tendencies to be overbearing, give too many unsolicited heroic speeches, and prioritize his duties over quality time together sometimes strain the relationship. His significant other loves his noble spirit but wishes he could loosen up more and be present in the moment instead of constantly playing the role of the wise leader. Still, they admire Leo's unwavering commitment to doing the right thing and support him, even when his heroic antics become a bit much.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

While Leo is dedicated to his ninjutsu training and being a responsible leader, he can't help but be a bit vain when it comes to his looks, especially around his significant other. He spends a little extra time making sure his mask is tied perfectly and his gear looks sharp before going out. Leo likes when his partner admires his toned physique that he works hard to maintain. However, his S/O finds Leo's concern over his appearance endearing rather than overbearing. They reassure him that he looks great no matter what and that his most attractive qualities are his bravery, loyalty, and caring nature as a leader and partner. With their support, Leo learns to not get too hung up on superficial looks and focuses more on being the best version of himself inside and out.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Leo deeply values his relationship with his s/o, who grounds him and provides emotional support amidst the pressures of leadership. While he tries to maintain a stoic front as the leader of the team, Leo's s/o sees his vulnerabilities and self-doubts. With them, he can let his guard down and find solace, comfort, and reassurance. His s/o reminds him not to be too hard on himself and encourages him to maintain balance in his life. Leo feels his s/o completes him – their unwavering belief in him bolsters his confidence, and their calming presence helps him stay centered. Without his s/o, Leo would likely feel incomplete, lacking that vital emotional anchor and source of unconditional acceptance that allows him to be his true self away from the weight of his responsibilities.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Leo sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes closed and his breathing slow and steady as he meditated. His mind was clear, focused solely on finding his inner peace and balance. Quietly, his s/o entered the room, smiling fondly at the sight of Leo in such a serene state. They admired how the soft light played across his green features, accentuating the strength in his jaw and the gentleness in his expression. Unable to resist, they padded over and knelt down beside him. Leaning in close, they placed a tender kiss on Leo's forehead, letting their lips linger for a moment. Leo's eyes fluttered open, surprised but meeting his s/o's loving gaze with a warm smile. Without a word, he reached out and pulled them into a soft embrace, holding them close as the world around them seemed to melt away. In that moment, there was only the two of them, connected by the powerful bond they shared. Leo's usual seriousness gave way to pure contentment as he basked in the affection of the one who held his heart.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Leo values discipline, focus, and responsibility, so he likely wouldn't appreciate recklessness, laziness, or a lack of commitment in a partner. As a dedicated leader, he may find it frustrating if his significant other is overly carefree or dismissive of rules and duties. Leo's protective nature means he probably wouldn't like someone who constantly puts themselves in harm's way or makes impulsive decisions without considering the consequences. While he appreciates his siblings' unique qualities, Leo's more serious demeanor could clash with a partner who is excessively goofy or immature. Additionally, his love for "Space Heroes" and desire for heroism might make him uncomfortable with someone who mocks his interests or fails to understand his values of honor and justice. Overall, Leo likely seeks a partner who shares his dedication, maturity, and sense of responsibility, while still balancing it with compassion and the ability to occasionally have fun.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Despite his disciplined nature, Leo is actually a restless sleeper when sharing a bed with his partner. He tosses and turns frequently throughout the night, often kicking off the covers or stealing them entirely. His ninja senses remain heightened even in slumber, causing him to startle awake at the slightest noise or movement. However, having his significant other by his side helps soothe Leo's active mind. He finds comfort in their warmth and steady breathing beside him. If they move closer and gently embrace him, it grounds Leo and allows him to sink into a more peaceful, undisturbed sleep. In the morning, he wakes refreshed, appreciating how his loved one's presence centered him through the night.

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gumnut-logic · 1 day

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Well, this just sucked.

Alan fiddled with the restraints holding him to a bulkhead. Nope, not a thing he could do about it.

Other than him, the room, more a cargo hold than anything else, was empty except for an airlock door on the far side.

Why couldn’t he be kidnapped by an idiot? These ones had actually removed his baldric and his helmet, effectively cutting him off from Thunderbird Five.

Except for the tracker in his wrist, but they didn’t need to know about that.

The nerve, though. He was out here to help. He had thought he was saving a private space yacht that had engine trouble and was making a good attempt at colliding with a satellite or two.

But no, it had all been a trap. Probably to get a hold of his ‘bird.

Why couldn’t the bad guys make their own Thunderbirds and stop messing with theirs.

Oh, yeah, technology and all.

Then go invent your own technology, you assholes, and leave us alone.

Alan gave his restraints another tug and grunted as they bit through his uniform.

Of course, the astronaut in him was having a mild fit. He was stuck in an unknown craft of unknown safety specs with people who undoubtedly did not have his best health in mind, and he had no helmet.

He might as well be naked.

No, don’t give them ideas, you idiot.

Okay, focus. He had his training.

And he had his brothers.

While he had no wish to worry said brothers it was kind of reassuring to think exactly what those brothers might do to the persons responsible for this. If there was one thing he could say, it was that he was ever so proud of his family.

Scott would be pissed. That had both its positives and its negatives. There would likely be tactical scenarios in the future to prevent this from happening again. Scott was all about prepared and strategic readiness.

Couldn’t blame him really. The list of incidents in his brother’s resume was extensive. No doubt, Scott had learnt the hard way.

Now Virgil, Virgil was the softy. He smiled to himself. His tank of a brother was almost as much a worry wart as their eldest brother. He was less likely to get angry, but when he did, the whole house knew about it and avoided him. Only Scott and occasionally John would weather a Virgil snit, simply because it was terrifying. Add the list of equipment the engineer had at hand and buildings had the potential to be reduced to rubble. Nah, you didn’t want to piss off Virg.

But then there was John. No one, just no one dared rankle his middle brother. Alan snorted. John was the quiet one, and that fooled a lot of people. To their detriment. Gordon…it was always Gordon…had once taken a step too far and his music streaming still hadn’t recovered…six years after the incident. There was still whining. John just raised an eyebrow and smiled that gentle smile of his and flickered out.

Bit hard to chase a brother down who was literally thousands of miles away, yet had access to every personal detail, ever digital print, every part of your life.

Not that he didn’t trust John. No, he trusted him with his life, but hell, you did not want to piss him off.

The ship around him suddenly shook and Alan found himself thrown against the bulkhead. A grunt as his suit armour took the brunt, along with his shoulder guards.

These guys were really starting to piss Alan off, much less his brothers.

The ship stilled again and he was left wondering what the hell was going on. What did they want?

He pictured his next eldest brother beside him and the smart ass grin that came with the image. Gordon. Alan couldn’t help but smile. Gordon could be an ass, but he was an ass who was always on your side. The two of them had done so much…often to the ire of the above three brothers, but that just made it more fun.

Alan found himself grinning and he wondered if the assholes had a camera on him. Good luck to them if they did, because Gords was always going to make him smile.

His fish brother was amazing. Alan had seen him go through absolute hell, but his spirit was ever so strong. Alan admired Gordon. He was a role model.

That had him snickering. Scott’s frown at that thought was hilarious.

But it wasn’t the pranks - though they were hilarious - it was Gordy’s view on life. His ability to keep smiling, stay in the positive, even when everything was absolute shit.

That was a thought for right now. Chained to a bulkhead in a strange ship, possibly abandoned, possibly kidnapped. What would Gords do?

A snort. Put jello in their knickers before kicking their asses out into space.

But Gords wasn’t a fan of space, was he? But his bro was brave and would kick ass anyway.

That was Gords.

Alan swallowed. Would Gords be as scared as he was at the moment?

Possibly.

But he would kick ass anyway.

Like Kayo.

Kayo.

You never pissed off Kayo and lived. Again it was Gordon who had tried exactly that. At the time, Alan had thought his brother was upset. That could be the only reason for tempting death.

He’d been partly right.

The dye in Kayo’s shower rose had prompted her focussed attention. She had cornered Gordon and the next thing Alan knew she had thrown his brother so hard around the spar mat he had bruises.

Which led to a Scott lecture of epic proportions. The smile on Gordon’s face had said so much more.

Alan still questioned his fish brother’s sanity.

And admired him for his bravery.

The whole ship shook around him and Alan startled.

The door on the far side of the bay stayed closed.

Scott, where are you?

And there was the truth of the matter. Scott had been his go to for so long, he was the default he yelled for when he needed help.

He would love to see him walk through that door.

Hell, he would love to see any and all of his brothers and his sister put a fist in these assholes’ faces and set him free.

Honestly, it wasn’t a matter of if, more of when. You don’t piss off a Tracy.

Any of them.

Because they would all kick your ass.

Even the littlest.

Alan straightened where he floated. Yes, he would kick necessary ass anytime. He may be the littlest, but he was a damned astronaut, he knew stuff.

The restraints were still too damned tight.

The door on the other side of the room suddenly hissed and cracked open.

Alan spun and readied himself. He was not going down without a fight.

A familiar blue helmet peered through the door. “Alan?”

“Scott!”

And his big brother was there. A laser cutter and he was free and enveloped in a strong hug. “Hey, Allie.”

Before he knew it, he was being towed towards the door.

“How? Who?” He swallowed as Scott shoved the door wider and pushed him through. “What?”

But the answer was there before him.

Virgil was hovering in the space version of his exosuit, monitoring a forcefield over a massive hole in the side of the spacecraft’s cockpit.

Gordon and Kayo had three men hanging upside down from the ceiling wrapped in so many restraints, breathing appeared optional.

And John was muttering to Eos as he hovered over the controls of the craft. There was snarling.

Oh, dear.

“Here, we found these.” Scott’s hand hadn’t left his shoulder, but his other hand suddenly had Alan’s baldric and helmet hovering in front of him.

“I…”

There was a hum as a scanner was whisked over him from the direction of Virgil.

Scott’s eyes questioned the engineer, but he must have received the info he needed because a second later those eyes were once again trained on Alan.

As Alan took his baldric and snapped on his helmet, both of Scott’s hands landed on his shoulders. “You okay?”

There were so many eyes trained on him at the moment.

Alan straightened. “Yeah, I’m good.”

One of the bad guys whimpered and Gordon prodded him.

Blue eyes flickered but didn’t leave Alan. “Three is secured, though John is not happy.”

Another snarl issued from his red-haired brother.

Alan arched an eyebrow.

Those hands squeezed his shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”

Alan stared at his four brothers and his sister and smiled.

“I’m driving.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #scott tracy #nuttyfic reblog

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Fair Exchange Chapter 7

---"its hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember"--

Alastor x (F! doe wife reader)

The Doe-----------------------------------------------------

I was downstairs talking to Niffty, we had recently just cleaned the lobby and were taking a break. this past week has been calm, Alastor has been in a good mood and Charlie was upstairs getting ready for a meeting with heaven.

the door bursts open and I turn to see Angel walk through looking rough, he plops down on the couch with a huff and I walk over "Angel are you alright?" "Val had me doing overtime on a fucken whim, twice" "Well maybe I-" The wall explodes and I turn to see a woman in white and pink holding a bomb "Whattup hoes!!" Angel shoots up with an excited look on his face "Cherri Bomb? long time no see baby~"

"It's been fucken forever" She tosses a bomb to Charlie who walked over to see what was going on "Nope gimme that!" vaggie snatches it and throws it outside. "It's nice to see ya Cherri but I'm too tired" "You can sleep when your double dead fuckhead! you need a recharge a re-.. reinvigoration a re-" "responsible night on the town! That is a great idea" Charlie introduces herself and calls everyone for a night out together.

"Charlie I don't think-... I-.. er... I'll be right back" I rush upstairs to Alastors office knocking on the door, his shadow opens the door with a grin so wide it looks painful. he looks up from his paperwork and sets it aside "Yes my dear?" "uhm Charlie wants us to go out with Angel and everyone else for a night out but I wasn't sure if it was a good idea and I-" "yes"

I looked at him dumbfounded "y-your... I- can go!" "yes dear, you're grown you can make decisions on your own, my only concern is your safety. As long as Husk is going, he knows that if something happens to you I will have his head" he emphasizes the threat, proving his point "Alright alright, please don't be harsh on him and I'll be back later"

I rushed downstairs to catch up with the others, I waved off Charlie as she jumped into the portal for heaven tossing vaggie in with her. Pentious comes out soon after spitting and throwing his glass on the floor "Pentious, really!!? we just cleaned!"

at the club I sat next to Husk, sir Pentiouses bought everyone a drink and I picked something small. everyone stood around a table downing drink after drink while I stood next to Niffty, who had too much for the night and began cleaning the place. she runs around waisted and Angel goes after her "God Nif why are you bein such a mess!!" Niffty starts crying and Angel tries to comfort her.

"Hey, you wanna go play with the fuzzy animals..." "Y-yeah..." Angel brings her over and places her in between Husk and I while she plays with my tail and His wings "Oh what the fuck" "Just let her she's wasted" Husk huffs and Niffty sits on my shoulder while we follow Angel around.

Cherri and Angel talk about drinking more often while I sit and watch Niffty "The hotel isn't the problem in his life It's-" "Valentino" "Yeah" "No... Valentino!" He says pointing at Valentino who sits at a booth with two other girls next to him. we were about to leave when Niffty went missing again, heading straight for Valentino's booth. Angel and I run after her pushing past the crowds of people, barely catching up to her.

Angel hands Niffy to me, ushering me away to stand with the other while he talks to Val "You ain't fucking with any of my friends so once again fuck off!" Val gives him a harsh slap causing him to fall onto the ground with blood dripping down his nose. Angry I get an Idea and whisper down to Niffty "Hey Nif, you see that fluffy moth guy" She looks at me with a nod "I know how much you like bugs, why don't you go add him to your collection~" She chuckles darkly and hops out of my arms, crawling up Val's back and ripping out some of his fur. she comes back to me with a trophy and I set her on my head while we leave the club "Nice job Nif."

we walk back to the hotel, Niffty waving the fur in triumph, and Husk looking at us like we were crazy. we walked through the hotel doors and I set Niffty down to let her run off, my face felt hot but I wasn't drunk just a bit red in the face. I walked upstairs to go and check on Alastor, I opened the door not bothering to knock. I'm certain he would know I was the only one who would dare walk into his room without knocking.

Alastor turns his head with a crack and out of all the things he does that's the one thing that creeps me out. I hold in a grimace as I walk in "I was out a bit later than I wanted to be, sorry I wasn't there to prepare your dinner" "Don't worry about it darling did you at least enjoy yourself?" He stands and walks up to me, the book in his hand disappearing with a green hue "Your face is flushed, perhaps a bit too much to drink..."

he holds my chin like he's inspecting me and I don't bother resisting, with claws as sharp as diamonds he handles me like glass. it's odd... he never steps so close, he never touches me, and yet his touch is so gentle so comforting. he moves his hand higher, cupping my cheek and I lean into it without thinking, the effects of alcohol throwing my rationale thinking out the window. I didn't drink that much two glasses maybe three?

I close my eyes and the dreadful static that once constantly emitted from him turned into a soft radio buzz lulling me to sleep. I feel lifted off my feet before I finally give in to the exhaustion, waking up the next morning in my bed... with a splitting headache... and a dead rose beautifully dried on my nightstand.

I have been procrastinating this so much because when I lose motivation to write I tend to half-ass it so I waited. I know this is super short but that is mainly because I only wrote the perspective of Alastor and the reader otherwise the court with heaven would have added like 2000 words to it. Anyway, chapter 8 is being made as I am posting this and I apologize for my late updates and Have a wonderful day/night love you all!!!

-squerlly

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Until The Light Dies Out: Alden Parker x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @sarakafarrah @ @mandy426

Companion piece to Crime Scene Clean Up

The sound of your friend Lieutenant Commander Stacey Daniel's voice plays over your headphones as you listen to the interview once more. You can hear the tightness in her tone, the catch in her breath. You remember the tissue she had been clutching, the way she tore it up between her fingers.

It’s three in the morning and you’re sitting in Alden’s rooftop greenhouse, a cup of nighttime tea clasped to your chest. You’re wearing one of his button up shirts, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows. Your eyes are closed as you visualise the interview, Stacey’s demeanour, her hunched shoulders and withdrawn body language. She had come to you privately after being assaulted for the second time. You’d taken her statement before opening an investigation.

Alden watches you from the doorway, his robe cinched tightly around his waist. You’ve been restless since Liam's death, since Stacey's too. He sighs before stepping into the room, he knows you’re a little stuck, that if he lets you, you’ll stay awake all night listening to that interview over and over again, searching for the thing you missed.

You hadn’t missed anything; he’s listened to the tape himself. No one could have known that the man that Stacey was describing was your second in command, NCIS Agent Liam Cheswick

No one could have predicted what happened next.

That two days after the interview Liam would walk into your office and shoot himself in the head or that a week later they'd find Stacey dead in her car in the Nature Reserve. She'd taken a handful of pills because the knowledge that her friend, someone she trusted had done that to her not once but twice, had been too much to bear.

You pull the headphones out of your ears as Alden sits down next to you, his hip bumping against yours.

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, his arm comes to rest around your shoulders. “You need to stop torturing yourself.”

You draw your legs up underneath you, tucking yourself into his side. There’s a safety in this man, there always has been. You need that right now, his security, his comfort because you’re having trouble getting out of your own head. His lips brush over your hairline as you cuddle in close, his thumb chasing over the curve of your shoulder.

“How about we light a candle?” He says quietly, tipping your chin up so he can look into your eyes. “And we remember Stacey the way she was before all of this.”

“I’d like that.” You say as he chases the tear away from your cheek with his thumb. “Really Alden I would.”

It takes him a couple of minutes to find a candle, it’s lavender scented, one of the ones you use in the tub sometimes. He sets it in one of the holders before placing it in the window and using the firelighter to ignite it. He returns to the couch, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, holding you close as the two of you watch the light until it dies out.

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Just a simple ask…

Reader as a MILF/DILF?

For example: once the reader gets comfortable, they start to open up about themselves and one day bring up that they have a child?

(I joined the discord, the people are very lovely and lively)

YESSSS THIS ASK IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED!!! Fun little fact: Gambit was ALMOST a dilf, but I didn't feel like designing him a kid, lol!

I did more of how they'd react to the news that you have a kid and how they'd respond to a darling's child in general, if that's okay!

THANKS FOR JOINING THE DISCORD!!!! I'm glad you like it there!!!

Yandere!OCs x GN Reader

Amias

He's so happy you trust him enough to tell him! Um... but... that does mean you have more experience than him, which is kind of interesting. Amias is a huge loser virgin who can't even take care of himself, let alone a child! It's a strange situation for him to end up in, but he cares a lot about you and you trusted him with this information, so he'll definitely try.

He isn't against your child, but he isn't thrilled about it either. You'll soon learn to keep the kid away from Amias lest he try to feed it cup noodles for every meal. He doesn't know the first thing about caring for a child.

Edge

Edge is the absolute king of self-care. He'll definitely be protective of your kid, and you. However, he cannot stand the little rodent sometimes. You're his priority, and as much as he wants to care for your child with you, it isn't his... Even if you can't birth children yourself, he's annoyed that this thing is the product of you and someone else.

He'd be good at the basic taking care of children part, but he's awful when the kid starts crying or complaining. He'll just yell, and get annoyed. Honestly, he's not prepared for a child in the slightest.

Double Down

"Want to make more?"

Yeah, he doesn't really have much experience in this department. He used to be a 'hit and quit' kind of guy, so even if he knocked someone up he didn't stick around to see the result. He'll probably forget your kid exists most of the time until you remind him.

He's a good babysitter. He knows how to keep a child happy. Though, similar to Amias, he isn't really the best at taking care of himself, let alone a child. He'll do his best, though. Definitely better than Amias.

Jackpot

Oh my god, a mini you! He loves you, he loves your kid. He would die for the little thing, honestly. He's probably the second best person with a darling who has a kid, mostly because he's the only one who's responsible enough for himself.

Though, don't let him get ahead of himself. He loves that child, but he might grow protective of it over time, as he does with you. If he's taking them to school, they'll have a long lecture as to why they're never allowed to date anyone for their own safety because everyone is rotten garbage compared to someone who came from HIS darling.

The kid might end up terrified, in the long-run.

Gambit

If Jackpot is second, Gambit is definitely first. He'd be like a father figure to your child, and love them unconditionally. He's gentle at heart, even if a bit misguided. He's caring, and he's well-mannered

He'd know exactly how to calm the kiddo down, and would always be a second parent to them. They can trust him! Except, he may get a bit too comfortable and start sharing his twisted ideologies with the kid. Before you know it, the kid starts replicating Gambit's less than ideal tendencies.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere boy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere boyfriend #yandere scenarios #bpjackpot #bpdoubledown #bpedge #bpamias #bpgambit

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Alex is at Anna's door, with a cane in one hand and a half "i'm sorry for your loss" half "congrats!" bouquet in other. Lucía and her had fought about Alex visiting so soon and breaking his rest, which means that he now has a bunch of rather nasty bruises over his chest and cheekbone and that Lucía was somewhere with a split lip looking for a victim.

He isn't sure if she sould knock. It seems kind of dumb to do so.

It takes her forever to talk Callum, or god forbid his mother, out of answering this particular caller. As gracious as she is for their generosity and as much as she adores the both of them, there's some business that, for the sake of their personal safety, they really need to stay out of.

I promise, it's for your own good. She hates that rationale.

She's shocked to see Alex's physical state.

"Did she hurt you?"

She doesn't need to clarify which "she" she means. He knows. If Cerise has laid a hand on one of her few true friends, she's going to choke on the same poison pills she once fed her. She promises herself that.

#tma rp #tma oc #the spider's eye #the poison child

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Recap Simon Cowell's new interview about 1D.

Hi everyone so I decided to do a combination of recap/transcription of what Simon said about One Direction on The Diary Of A CEO with Steven Bartlett.

TLDR: His only regret was to not own the name of One Direction to make things like animations or make them tour without all the members, according to him there hasn't been a great group after 1D. He advice to the 1D boys was to be themselves, to be involved in their music, to not get a stylist, to not dance etc. He said that in his new show the group that is form will not get a record deal they have to be good enough to get one after the show and part of the new deal will be that he owns the name.

If you want to see the videos are in this post. Below I have the recap for anyone who wants a more detail info of what he said without the need to watch Simon's face, I still link the videos for each part.

So the poodcast is 2hrs and 14 min long. They basically talk about Simon and how he got were he was, his family, son etc. The last 30 min aprox is what I would expand more, whoever I want to point out two aspects that stand out for me in the history of him:

He doesn't know the process to make a record, he never goes to a studio and see the process, doesn,'t know what is first etc. He says he doesn't want to and he doesn't want to pretend to know anything, he just wants to listen to the album after and form an opinion.

He wanted a producer Peter Waterman to make a record for his artist ( Sinitta who previously Simon have a hit with her the first time) this producer got very famous and have a lot of work so he didn't accept to work with Simon. So Simon went to the studio every day and make tea and sit in the studio, after a year and a half Pete ask him why is he always there and Simon said he was trying to learn how he does it, how he works (to me sounded kind of stalker vibes) and said that he wants that one day he writes Sinitta next record. A few months later the producer at the end call him with a record for his artist and was Toy Boy and he knew it would be a hit internationally, it hit no. 4 in the UK and was famous in Europe.

1D creation, paparazzi & privacy.

For Simon it was quite obvious once the boys were form they were gonna be really successful with the right records, for him they were the perfect group. I: "I think the most successful artist you've ever develop? S: "Gosh ah, I actually I don't know the answer to that". I: Really? S: No, I mean I know they were really successful they sold a lot of records...[whispers] and they made a lot of money.

He adviced them to not complain about paparazzis: "Don't ever complaint about paparazzi because they are gonna take your pictures, don't complaint about invasion of privacy because people were always want to a picture taken with you. Don't complain about the long hours because they're going to be long hours, so none of this if any of this is a problem just do something else". That is what it comes with the territory and it's worth it.

Not a good group after 1D & his show.

For Simon being in a band is more fun that being a solo artist and it's a brilliant way to get notice like they've all become, being in a band was the catalyst for that.

He is making a new show because right now for him" I don't think a band who has been as good as One Direction since One Direction in my opinion'. Now they are more solo artist than bands in the pop music and the only way he knows to put a band together is with auditions. For his show they are gonna document the whole process since the beginning of the idea, the selection the contestants etc. "There is not safety blanket on this in terms of I haven't gone to a record label and go and said right I'm doing this would it you guarantee a record deal, l got to hope the band are good enough to get a record deal."

Secret sauce of 1D, problem of making bands and his "advice" to 1D The interview ask him what is the secret souce for boybands. Simon says people, personality, that is the one thing about 1D they all have great personalities and they were interesting people. The first time he saw them again after the band was form was in Spain and they were walking at the beach and everyone were looking at them as they were already stars even if nobody knew them, there was this glow about them.

He had hits with bands and missing with bands he was 1% off or 80% off. He just gotta hope he gets lucky and find the right people. He is selling an act to somebody he is not, the fans are going to be primarly teenegers, he have to guess what the audience is going to like. Recently when he sees bands for for the minute they are on stage he knows is wrong, someone told him what to wear, they are rehearsed, nothing is spontaneous "and I'm thinking what is that person whoever is behind the scenes, why can't let them just be themselves?"🙄.

He said to the 1D boys: "Do whay you like and that was sort of it, I just said look when you got a problem you come to me. Is really down to you to make this work. You gotta love the records you make, you gotta influence the records you make, you can't dance so don't try and dance, don't ever hire a stylist because you already have great taste, and just be yourselves and really really have fun."

Harry's success & famous UK artists.

Would he predicted his success? He never guess he was going to be one of the biggest stars in the world, no one would have thought that. He thought Harry was charismatic, fun and the audience like him. The boys use that vehicle of 1D to go where they wanted to go, he doesn't know if Harry will be Harry without 1D no one could tell that, but being in a band help him.

This make him thought that "the amount of UK artists that broken globally in the last say 7 years has fallen off a cliff, literally if you think about how many global artist British had broken globally in the last 7 years is possible 3? Which is crazy.

I: I can' think of 3. S: [says with his lips "nor can I] [Both laugh].

Only regret, tour & new deal with new group

"Again when I was talking to One Direction I remember saying to them our goal is for to you to have enough hits that if you ever reform that you could do stadiums tours. That means you gotta have 10 hit singles because that's what people wanna hear, they want to hear the hits, and you know if they ever did reform that's exactly what would happened". He doubts that the 1D boys will get back together.

The interviewer mentions that Spice Girls got together many years later, then Simon talks about his only regret , without anyone asking him about this by the way [For a fragment of the next part I will use the color purple for Simon dialogue and color green for the interviewer dialogue]:

S: "The one thing I regret is I should have keep the name" I: "Oh you should have owned the name?"S: I should have owned the name. I: You didn't own the name? S: No. I: Who owns the name? S: They do. I: Oh okay. S: That's the problem I could have made an animation or whatever, but when you give an artist the name it's not yours and that's my ONLY regret, so if your listening [looks at the camera] I will buy it back from you. We'll do it as a partnership [points to interviewer with both hands] -S: "But that is the ONLY thing I do regret because if one of the band members for whatever reason said they don't want do tour it can stop the others touring so if it was me who own the name it wouldn't be a problem." -I: You can do a tour with 3 of them. As so that's was stopping a tour, because they what..did they own 25%, 20%? -S: "I believe so, yes, I mean I can be very naive at times and that was me being very very naive, so next time that will be part of the deal, I have to own the name, they can still make most of the money but I need to own the name."

Thanks to @wendersfive to help me figure it out what Simon mumble.

Before ending this just wanted to share that besides the many times Simon has try to make groups in his shows, he already made this idea of a show dedicated to create a band. Is not something new.

The transcription I did it with only what I heard and seeing the subtitles on youtube so sorry for anything I could miss or a gramatical mistake.

#simon cowell #one direction #harry styles #louis tomlinson #niall horan #zayn malik #liam payne #the diary of a ceo with steven bartlett #the x factor #music industry #the boys theserves so much better #the man is delusional taking credit for things the band fight for they have to fight for being songwriters

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