#‘ik u used to hit me but can u come and lay in my bed so i can sleep’

[lilyflxwers]

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[jubburb]

》 "-ARE YOU COLD, MY DEAR?"

• @jubburb

ask: none.

sypnosis: waking up with your husband one morning and going on a walk in the snow.

a/n: ive been procrastinating this foreva, ik its short but I just want this out of the drafts so I can start writing more fics😼

warnings: female reader in mind when writing, but I'm not sure if I put any fem pronouns, just cute fluffy fluffness 😺

notes: ooc zhongli? definitely? maybe? idk.. u tell me

When fall hits Liyue, it can get pretty chilly pretty fast. The degrees quickly drop to fifty degrees and lower, previously being in around the eighties or nineties.

It's quite a sudden change. But a pleasant one, especially for tourists who come around during the seasons.

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One quiet morning, you and your husband, Zhongli, are lazing about in your shared king bed. Zhongli was reading a book, idly playing with your hair with one hand, while you were still trying to wake up, laying your head on his broad chest.

"Mm.." You groan sleepily, reaching a hand up to rub your eye.

"Are you finally awake, my dear?" Zhongli chuckles, halting his hand that was intertwined with the tresses of your hair.

You simply nod, yawning, and sit up against his chest, feeling his hand snake around your waist to hold you closer.

"Do you have work today?" You ask, blinking a couple of times to actually fully wake up, staring up at him and he nods with a hum.

"I am, in fact, off today. What do you suppose we do?" He asks, placing the book down to give you his full attention.

"Sleep in?" You request with a chuckle, and Zhongli jokingly sighs, shaking his head no.

"Something productive, please, my dear." He says, playing with a strand of your hair once more.

"Sleeping is productive, Li." You retort, rolling your eyes, tempted to fall back into a deep slumber just to spite your husband.

There's silence for a moment as Zhongli thinks.

"-Oh, I know, what about a walk around the harbor? I'm sure nobody is awake during these early hours, so it'll be calm, quiet, and peaceful. Just the two of us." Zhongli smiles, cupping your cheek, his slightly calloused palm brushing against your soft skin.

"..Thats.." You start, ".. Not that bad of an idea."

"Knew it."

You only roll your eyes at his response, "Well, I guess we better get our lazy asses out of bed before it's too late and people start getting to work."

"You're the only lazy ass here." Zhongli chuckles with a whisper under his breath, getting out of bed before you could do anything about what he said.

"Oh you mother-"

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As you two walk around the harbor, you did not expect it to start snowing..

The pretty white snowflakes started to dance across the sky before ultimately finding use on the ground, creating a soft blanket of snow covering the docks and pathways.

Aaaaand.. you forgot your mittens.. your hands were freezing, but if you told Zhongli, he would give you that: "i tOld yOu sO" bullshit.

Before you guys even left the house, Zhongli insisted you bring mittens, because, to quote him, "You don't even know how cold it is in the morning, love."

And of course, you just had to defy him, insisting that you'll be fine without mittens.

You really regret it now..

Even though you were clad in a comfy coat, your hands that were freezing seemed to freeze your entire body, and you were quivering every step you and your husband took as you walked around.

Zhongli looked through the shop windows, not really seeming to notice at first, but then he eventually heard your teeth starting to chatter together, and glanced back at you.

"..Are you cold, my dear?" Zhongli asks, staring at you with a concerned look.

"I-m f-ine.." You respond, your teeth clamming together continuously.

He glances down at your hands that were trembling the most, reaching his mitten covered hands hold them, and you immediately feel a sense of relief.

Zhongli smiles softly, chuckling a bit, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead, "I told you to wear the mittens."

"I kn-ow.." You chatter, before moving closer to cuddle into his chest, the two of you still holding hands, standing there for a while in the wintery streets.

Zhongli hums softly, his nose nuzzled into your hair as he smells your shampoo and conditioner, snow falling over his long brown hair and back.

You could fall asleep right there in the arms of your husband, but you'd rather get home before you get all lovey dovey, so you pull away, looking up at his handsome amber eyes.

"Let's head back, Li.." You say, and Zhongli nods, continuing to hold your hand.

He even not-so discreetly maneuvered it into the large pocket of his coat, so your hand could be even warmer as you two walked.

You smile softly, and lean your head on your husband's shoulder.

The two of you only left footsteps in your wake as you find comfort in eachother.

- signed by c♡

[mango-bango-bby]

Ok so ik I already sent in a request but I just saw u asking for jjk ones and like 🤭 gojo feeding into y/ns praise kink. Like you can not tell me that man wouldn't fucking LOVE praising you and watching your thighs quiver as he licks ur pussy like a man starved 😩 I bet he'd like edging too, but not for too long because he also wants to make his darling cum over n over yk

He'd love u whining his name too

♡ Pretty Girl ♡

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, NSFW, teasing, heavy praise, cunnilingus, slight edging, fem!reader

Summary: Gojo loves teasing you while eating you out (Yandere!Gojo x Fem!Reader)

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Satoru never missed an opportunity to tease you. He’s found that the perfect way to tease you was to praise you relentlessly, all he needed to do was call you sweet names and tell you how amazing you were and it had you melting. He especially loved it when you would get embarrassed and flustered.

“C’mon, baby” Satoru says, watching you pull down your panties before climbing onto the bed where he lays. You were incredibly flustered when he suggested that tonight he wanted you to sit on his face. You crawl onto his chest, stopping right before his face, you nervously biting your lip.

“C’mon pretty girl, aren’t you going to sit on my face?” He says, grabbing onto your hips to pull you closer. Satoru hums as you’re hovering above his face, clearly nervous to fully sit on his face. You whimper a bit at the sudden contact of Satoru gently brushing your clit.

“Such a pretty pussy, huh? Pretty and tight for me” He says, watching you squirm at his words. He teases you even more, kitten licking your cunt. “My sweet girl, so sweet for me” he says, watching you whine when he grabs you hips tightly

“Satoru, stop” you whine, using your hands to cover up your face in embarrassment. You hated when he did this, he would edge you all while praising you and making you flustered by giving you so much praise. And even more, you hated that it turned you on so much.

You clearly wanted him to stop teasing you, and who was he to deny you? Satoru chuckles a bit before diving into cunt, pushing his tongue inside you while his nose bushed against your clit.

You open your mouth as if to moan, but no sound comes out. Your hands automatically come down to Satorus fluffy head of white hair, tightly gripping onto his hair as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

You whine, Satoru pulling away from you for only a moment. “Hmm, you taste so good” He mumbles before attaching himself to your clit. You squeal at how he plays with it with his tongue.

“Satoru! Don’t suck on it!” You whimper, hunching your back over him moving your hands from his hair to instead hold onto the top of the headboard. Satoru just can’t get enough of you when you get like this, you’re his sweet girl and he loves seeing you so overwhelmed with pleasure that you were trembling and tearing up.

Satoru loved knowing he was the only one to ever see you like this, he was going to be the only one to ever receive your love like this. “Your legs are shaking, pretty, are you close?” He asks, beginning to slip a finger into you, his other hand holding onto your hip.

You whimper a bit, nodding your head. “I’m gonna’ cum, Satoru, ‘m gonna’ cum!” You sob, Satoru sucking on your sensitive clit and fingering you with two fingers. His fingers were long and curled in the right way to make you weak in the knees. He knew exactly how to make you fold.

“C’mon, be a good girl and cum for me” He says, his breath hitting your pussy causing you to shiver. You grip onto Satoru’s hair as your orgasam finally hits you. Satoru chuckles against your clit at how you tighten around his fingers.

Fuck, you were so beautiful. He can’t believe you’re all his, he’s never let you go. After a moment, you’ve calmed down from your high. “I- I already came you don’t have to keep going” you whisper, whining at joke Satoru begins moving his fingers again, curling them into you.

“Oh, pretty girl, I’m no where near done with you”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: I know I was supposed to release a different fic today but I wrote this up so fast because it inspired me so so much!!! Your requests always inspire me 🥺🥺💗 I hope you like it!!)

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[meetingthestarcatchers]

Nightmares

Requested by; @bellysinnerthoughts

kent x gn!reader

here u go! ik it took me a while to write but I've been super busy with school

Running through the woods, I could hear something coming up behind me. I was slowly losing the strength to keep running as the thing was getting closer. Looking back quickly to see if I could see it, I ended up tripping on a tree root and fell to the leaf-covered ground. I flipped around to see the monster growling at me and tried to cover my face with my hands. I let out a scream as its claw hit my face.

I sat up immediately, panting and feeling small beads of sweat run down my face slowly. I looked around and realised it was just a nightmare. A really bad nightmare. Although Tyler had been caught and was safely locked away, I was still having them and they caused me to lose sleep every night.

I was still slightly shaking after a few minutes of sitting upright in the bed in silence, so I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand and texted my boyfriend Kent. I wasn't expecting him to respond because it was about 3 in the morning but I still felt like he needed to know. I set it back down after texting him and looked around, not feeling like sleeping for a while in case of another bad dream. I got up slowly and looked out of the window at the dark cloudy sky until I heard a quiet knock on the door.

I trudged over to the door, my blanket draped comfortably around me. I opened it a crack and saw Kent standing there smiling softly. "Can I come in?" He asked and I nodded, opening the door more so he could walk in, shutting it behind him. He walked over to my bed and slid off his shoes and laid down, patting the space next to him signalling for me to lay next to him.

"You gonna tell me about what happened?" He questioned pulling the blanket over both of us to keep us warm. "It was the same dream that I have every night. I'm running and the monster is chasing me until I trip and then I wake up" I told him truthfully and he nodded and wrapped his arms around me. "Is there anything I can do to help them go away?" I shook my head "Just stay here" I said hugging him tighter, feeling a kiss on the crown of my head. "I'm always going to stay here". I started to feel at ease again as his hands ran up and down my arms in an attempt to calm me down.

"I didn't expect you to respond to my message though," I said looking up at him and he laughed a little "Funny story, I was too busy thinking about you," He said and I felt his hand on my cheek and I smiled up at him. "You're too cute" "So are you". We smiled at each other and he kissed me gently. I laid back on his chest and heard him humming quietly, making me drift off to sleep within a few minutes.

[tbmaybank]

Hey! Can you maybe do a jj x reader were she’s diabetic and they are getting ready for bad and she asks him to give her long term insoline shot(she needs to take it on her 🍑 cheek) and he distracts her so she won’t feel it and after when they’re laying in bad she’s like “u know that’s very sweet but im used to it” and he’s like “ik but I don’t want you to be in pain”

Here you go! I hope you like it ❤️ sorry for how long it took!

And sorry I’ve been completely MIA for so long! I haven’t written anything in what feels like forever. Life got… rough for a bit, but I’m starting to feel more like myself so hopefully I’ll be writing more often now! I have a couple ideas for little series to write and some requests to get though, but I’m so glad to be back!

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It had been a perfect day spent with your boyfriend, JJ. It had been a long time since you two had been able to have a day where you guys could just relax together, just the two of you, considering all the drama thats surrounded your friend group recently. You had, admittedly, spent most of the day tangled up in the sheets of his bed, leaving only to go get food in town. You were aware that to most people, it may seem like a boring, wasted day. For you and JJ though, it was truly perfect. There was one problem, though.

It was getting late.

You groaned as you curled yourself against him more. “I should probably start driving home soon.”

“No.” He says as he tightens his grip on you.

“J, I have work in the morning.” You say while trying to hold back a giggle.

“Just stay,” he nuzzles his face into your neck, placing a soft kiss against your skin, “you have extra clothes here for work, so just stay with me.”

You considered letting him keep trying to convince you, but honestly, you were so tired, and so content laying there with him. So, instead, you just nodded and a yawn escapes. 

“Okay, I’ll stay,” you say, smiling as a satisfied hum comes from him, “but you have to help me with my insulin shot before we can go to sleep.”

He drags himself to a sitting up position, nodding as he says “Okay, get up.”

You move off the bed, going to get the syringe ready for him. “You aren’t nervous about stabbing me?”

“Y/N, I’ve seen like, 3 episodes of Greys Anatomy. I’m more than qualified for this. I could give you open heart surgery if needed.”

“Yes, of course you could, J.” You say through a giggle, making your way back to him and handing him the syringe. You explained to him what to do, despite his obviously extensive knowledge on everything medical related from those 3 episodes, and lower your shorts for him as you turn around.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I broke my arm?” He randomly asks you as he begins cleaning the area with the alcohol wipe you gave him.

“Uhm, no? I don’t believe you did.”

“It was when I was 10. I had told John B that I could jump from my roof to the tree next to it, and he said there was no way I could. Naturally, I had to prove him wrong.” He tosses the wipe into the garbage next to the bed and picks the syringe up.

“Naturally.” You repeat, rolling your eyes, though letting a small laugh come out. “Guessing you didn’t make it?”

“Oh no, I made it. The issue was staying on the tree once I did.” You feel the needle go in, but he keeps talking. “I managed to grab a branch on the way down, but not for long. Hit the ground.” He pushed the plunger down, sending the liquid into your skin. “John B was freaking out. Of course I kept saying I was fine, even though I was crying and my arm was very clearly broke.” He takes the needle out, and places a small bandaid on the area, and then places a small kiss on top of it before pulling your shorts back up.

You turn to face him. “Well, I’m glad nothing worse happened.” You softly kiss his lips before climbing back into bed, him following right behind you, pulling you right into his arms. “You know, you don’t have to try to distract me when giving the shot. I have to do it every day, I’m more than used to it.”

He sighs, placing a kiss on your head. “I know, babe. But used to it or not, shots hurt. And I don’t want you to be in pain.”

“You’re amazing, J.” You say, snuggling up closer to him. Another yawn escapes you, and he leans over to turn off the lamp.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Go to sleep, y/n.”

“Love you.” You say through yet another yawn.

“Love you too.”

[yangrdn]

Destiny

pairing: Mj x Fem!Reader

a/n: hii! I liked writing this- my 1st attempt at writing angst 🤠 i hope u enjoy it too, reblogs and feedback show that you liked our work and morivates writers to do more !!

requested:anonymous: Hi can I have a MJ request? It can be about anything just be like really angsty. Maybe a car accident? idk it’s writers pick ☺️

summary: Regretting your break up came sooner than you thought.

w/c: 3.4k

warnings: hospitals, mentions of a car crash and cheating

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Your feet drag you out of your apartment the second the words left Peter’s mouth. He had called you and explained to you what happened. Your purse over your shoulder, car keys in one hand and phone shaking in the other.

“What do you mean?” You ask, trying to comprehend. Hot tears fill your eyes the second you hear his words for a second time through the speaker.

“She was in an accident, Y/N. They called her parents already and they’re on their way. I’m with Ned, he’s driving. Just, be safe a-” You couldn’t even listen to him anymore. Your vision turns blurry as sobs escape your lips. Peter sighs and tries to get your attention as he repeats calling your name.

“Y/N! I’m on my way to yours, we’ll drive together.” he says before hanging up and leaving you in the silence of your room. You only nod and lower your phone as you stare ahead of you, remembering what happened only a day ago.

The grin on her face disappears the moment she registered what you said. Your eyes turned glossy and you looked down, trying to hide the fact that you were about to cry.

“What? What did you say?” She came closer to you, in an attempt to take your hand and lock your fingers. You stepped back, back hitting the door behind you and pulling your hand back.

“Mj, you heard me…,” She shakes her head, muttering “no, no..” until she looked up to you again and the tears started spilling out her eyes. You only nod, not being able to drag out any words. You didn’t want to do this, and she knew. But you had to, after what Tony told you, that’s what she didn’t know.

Tony had told you about his job, and about the many times Pepper was in danger because of him. It started off as a normal conversation between him and you. He was just trying to warn you of the dangers of your new job as an almost-avenger.

You had gotten your powers after being bitten by a spider, the same way Peter got his. The only difference: you were better at keeping secrets. That’s why it took Tony almost six months longer to recruit you, after he recruited Peter.

Since Mj didn’t know why you were doing this, she kept asking you why. Pulling you in, but you resisting. Her hands reach to you, only for you to step back, again.

“I promise you, I don’t- I don’t want to do this, Mj. I just,” you looked up and let out a shaky breath,”I’m so, so scared! Please, just understand.” Were the words you let out before turning around, stepping out of her cozy home and walking home.

You weren’t going to forget this night.

And you didn’t. Oh, how much you wish to have stayed and hold her in your arms, telling her that everything was going to be okay and you weren’t going to leave, never.

Instead, you are waiting in front of your front door step for Peter and Ned to pick you up and drive you to the hospital, in which your now ex-girlfriend lay.

You don’t even notice them pulling up after seven minutes of waiting, until a black car honks and pulls you out of your crying state. The window rolls down and Ned waves at you. You quickly get up and sit in the backseat, taking out your phone and scrolling through the messages you got earlier today.

You had tossed your phone against the wall when you came home yesterday and ignored every call and message you got, most of them from Mj, which you now regret more than ever.

Mj 🌺

y didn’t u pick up?

look ik you probably don’t want to talk but at least give me a reason??!

hellooo?

A couple more of her asking for reasons and demanding to know why, two messages from Ned and the last one from Peter, telling you to drive to the hospital. You sniffle, tears threatening to leave your eyes, again, and look out the window at the houses and trees melting away as the car passes them. It was still morning, which is why it was dark. Why was she out this late?, you asked yourself and look at her messages again. She sent her last one at two am.

Mj 🌺

u can’t just do this and leave?

yk what? i’m gonna find out myself

A gasp left your mouth as more tears slipped past your eyes. She was on her way to yours to find out why you broke up. She tried to find out why you ignored her calls and texts and didn’t want to be with her anymore.

“Ned?” You ask quietly when he stops the car in front of the hospital. Peter gets out and opens your door, taking your hand and helping you out. Ned steps out, too, and makes his way to the registration.

“I’m sure she’s fine, they-” before Peter could finish, you jog after Ned and stand next to him. An old lady, hair pulled back in a tight bun, wearing a white coat and tired smile sits in front of you. She glances up at you and then back at the computer screen in front of her.

“We’re here for Mj, she came in an hour ago-” The woman cuts off Peter as she nods.

“You three are related to her in what way?” She wants to know. Ned opens his mouth but shuts it when you’re about to interrupt him.

“Her brother,” you lie and motion with your hand to Ned and back at you. “And I’m her girlfriend.” She looks sceptical at first, as if she knows you’re lying.Then, glancing back at the screen and you, she gives you the floor and room number.

You instantly turn around and make your way to the elevator, the two boys behind you thanking the woman silently and following along with you.

You step out the lift and look at the long, empty hallway in front of you. On each side were big, grey painted doors with small windows. The hallway is empty, except for two nurses who sat behind the reception. There were paintings by kids hung up on the white walls and a long, white lamp luminating the corridor in low lights.

“Number 305, 305, 305,...” you murmur as you make your way past the doors on your right. Peter darts from door to door on your left, whilst Ned is following you and takes a double-look, as you seem to skip over them hastily.

“Guys, guys!” Peter hurries you to the closed door before him and peaks through the small window. You take a sharp intake of breath and grab the door handle swiftly, but you stop yourself.

“Wha- why did you stop?” Ned wonders out loud.

“I think I’m the least person she wants to see right now,” you say through glossy eyes and biteyour bottom lip. Peter scoffs.

“Dude, she wanted to see you. She’s been asking about you non-stop yesterday. The least you could do is go in and be the first one she sees,” he demands and slowly pushes the door open, “and explain,” he narrows his eyes at you and pushes you in, closing the door quietly after stepping in with Ned.

Walking in, you plant your feet at the end of her bed. There was a food try on a small table next to her, with a bouquet of flowers and a small card. You couldn’t make out much of what it read, except for a “get well <3”, which you assume must’ve been from Betty. It resembled her handwriting.

An IV connected to her left arm, that was draped over a white, thin blanket with black spots. The lights were low, but the wide and tall window let in an excessive amount of light, as it was getting brighter outside. The second patient bed in the room was empty and tidied, and the privacy curtains were on one side. The TV next to her head was turned on, silently playing some cartoon she must’ve watched before falling asleep. The room smelled like lemon-cleaner, which made Ned hold his nose before he got used to the new smell.

Her head was draped to one side and her eyes shut. There was a white band around her head and you could see that her hair was a little shorter; They must’ve cut it to attend her wounds, you think. That thought alone made your eyes turn wet again and step away from her. Peter shoves you back to the bed and motions to the girl laying on the bed.

“I can’t, she probably hates me now,” you shake your head as tears threaten to spill again and your hand goes straight to your chest, fisting the fabric on it.

“Y/N, you can’t ju-” There was movement on the bed, which made Ned stop talking. Mj moved her head, slowly opening her eyes. She looks around the room before her eyes settle on you three.

“Wha-” Her voice comes out harsh and croaked. Coughing, she goes on, “What the fuck.”

Ned stifles a laugh but goes back to serious when Peter glares at him. Your friend on the bed moved up again. Peter nudges your shoulder, signaling for you to go and help her. With wide eyes, you stare at him, arguing with your eyes to stay back.

“Wait- Y/N, go help her. I’ll tell the nurse she woke up,” Peter demands as he leaves the room, without sparing you a last glance. Ned leaves with him, silently apologizing and wishing you luck.

You walk to the small TV first, turning it off and moving it away from the bed and replacing it with a chair to sit on. You take the remote next to her bed and push the button for the bed to lift and make it easier for her to sit. She grabs the blanket tight in her fist and lifts her body up to sit straight, you help her and adjust the grey pillow behind her back.

“Uhm, hi,” you whisper, looking anywhere but her face as you sit down. She was confused, a frown sitting on her lips and her eyes squinted at your figure. You didn’t want to face her so soon, even less in such a situation.

“I’m- I’m sorry, I don’t really know what to do and,” you sniffle,, letting out a sigh, your face hiding behind your hands as you rub your temple. “I came to- to see you and ask how you are?” It sounds more like a question leaving lips. You didn’t know how to start the conversation.

“What?” A small laugh leaves her lips, which calms you down. Her laugh and giggles always help you through difficult times and make you feel a kind calmness you only experience with her. She doesn’t seem mad, you think before mentally slapping yourself- she had just woken up from surgery after getting into a car crash because you wouldn’t tell her the truth.

“How do you feel?” You wonder. “Do you remember anything that happened?” She nods and looks down at her hands.

“No, no. This is going so fast. You- you broke up with me, for no reason, and now you’re here saying you’re sorry?” She searched for an answer. Her eyes were boring into you, waiting for a valid answer. She had every right to know, but it was complicated for you to explain.

“I’m-” The door opens and Peter walks in.

“The doctor’s gonna come in to check,” he comments as he sits down on the chair next to the small blue table. Taking out his phone and unblocking it, he starts mindlessly scrolling through it, ignoring you and Mj in front of him.

“Uhm, Pete?” You cough and tilt your head to the side, signaling for him that you weren’t done talking.

“What- Oh,” he whispered as he got up again. “How do you feel?” He walks up to the bed and looks at Mj. She glances at you and back at him, pursing her lips before talking.

“My head kinda hurts, my ribs hurt when I breathe, I can’t sit straight and my girlfriend broke up with me. I feel excellent!” She replies, sarcasm dripping off her voice.

That 's Mj for you. Sarcasm is what gets her through the day, there's not one situation in which she stayed serious. The day she asked you out, she reminded you of how obvious it was that you had a crush on her and that you’re not really good at hiding your flustered state everytime she catches you staring at her in class. Spending more time with her after your first date just proved it for you even further.

Peter lets out a breath and looks at you. “Should I-?” He points to the door and gives it a look. You nod and put your lips into a thin line as he leaves the room slowly, apologizing and closing it quietly.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have done that yesterday. It’s just,” you stop yourself and breath in slowly, stopping yourself from exposing your secret. She doesn’t know about your alter ego. All the times you wanted to tell her, you were too scared she’ll be mad you didn’t tell her sooner or ask why you lied about doing homework and went patrolling instead, facing any danger there was out there waiting for you as if it was nothing.

You were already scared something would happen to her because you told her your secret. And now? Now, she lay in a hospital bed in front of you, with broken ribs and a head wound, because you didn’t tell her about your secret.

“What? What were you gonna say?” She presses. You lean back on the chair, hugging yourself as you stare into her beautiful brown eyes.

“Will you promise to not tell anyone?” You ask, already scared of her reaction.

“Tell anyone what?” She frowns. “If you’re gonna tell me that you lo-”

“I’m Capes,” you blurt out before she can finish her sentence. To your defense, you already knew what she was going to say. Letting her finish would just drag this out longer.

“Capes?” She asks again. You nod and lean forward. Tony picked the name for you. It was simple yet mysterious. Most people think of somebody wearing a cape, who can fly, and is strong. Yes, someone like Superman. This was your disguise: making people think of your abilities as something completely else and not letting them know. This way, they could assume all they want, and never find out your true abilities.

“So, you’re...an avenger?”

“No, well yes, but actually no,” you shake your head and go on,” I fight with P- uh Spider-Man, but we do talk with the avengers and meet them,” you explain.

“And what exactly does this have to do with our relationship? I might have skipped something, but, why did you break up? Because you’re a superhero?”

“Yeah, that’s the whole point.” You shyly smile at her.

“Tony told me about the danger Pepper was in and-”

“Tony Stark?” Her eyes go wide as she clutches the blanket on her stronger. You nod, again.

“Yes, Tony Stark. The internship, remember?” You remind her. You had told her about having an internship with Peter at Stark’s. She supported you through it, always motivating you to do better. She nods and lets you continue.

“Tony told me about the danger Pepper, his wife, had and still has to go through. With the world knowing he’s Iron Man and who he’s married to, they could take her any time or do something to hurt him. I- I didn’t want this to happen to us. It reminded me of you,” you whisper.

“But I guess me not telling you and lying just got you in more danger.” You let out a breathy sad laugh. Her eyes soften when she understands.

Her hand rests limp by her side. You dared to take it and lace your fingers with hers. She glances down to them and back up to you, squeezing your hand lightly and sending you a light smile.

“I- I never knew…” “How? I never told you. I don’t want you to feel bad, it wasn’t your fault. I lied to you. All the times I stayed over at the library? I was on patrol. That one time I told you I was sick? Tony had called me in to try on a new suit. I’m sorry,” you apologize, looking at her with sad eyes.

“I know it wasn’t my fault. It’s just...I never would’ve thought you were the one fighting alongside Peter or that you actually went and saved a little girl and her cat from a fire, instead of arriving to our date on time.”

“Yeah, I know and-” You stop yourself. “What? Peter? What, no,” you laugh nervously, shaking your head repeatedly. How does she know?

“Don’t worry, it didn’t take me that long to find out. At first, I thought you were cheating everytime you and him left at the same time or skipped class together. It hurt, you know? But, after being sceptical for a long time I had enough.” You frown, a pang in your chest at the thought of her thinking you were cheating. You would never, she meant anything to you. Never in a million years would you think about trading her as if she was nothing just for something like a hookup.

“I followed you once and you ran into this, really dark and smelly alley, with Peter behind you,” she whispers. Your heart breaks. “Em, I’d never. I promise, you mean so much to me and I’d never trade what we have for anything else. I regret this so much. I’m so, so fucking sorry. Please,” you whisper and shuffle your chair closer to the bed. Your left hand rests against her cheek, wiping the tear escaping her eyes.

“Are you- Are you still mad?” You ask. “You have every right to be mad, I’m sorry. But I told you my secret and I have to know if you don’t tell anyone because even if we stay apart now, you’d still be in danger if people found out we dated,” you rant and look behind her out the window to calm down.

“Shut up,” she whispers as she comes closer to you, and you scoot closer, too, making it easier for her.

“What do-” She pulls you closer, resting her forehead against yours and breathes in. “I said, shut up,” she murmurs against your lips and pulls you in, pressing her lips against yours and grabs the back of your neck. Your eyes open wide with surprise before flattering close slowly, getting used to the kiss.

She pulls you closer by the neck, her soft lips moving against yours smoothly. You can hear your heartbeat thud with excitement in your own ears. This wasn’t the first time she had kissed you, but you still need to get used to her lips pressed against yours. Your noses bumps against each other, making you pull away awkwardly and look at her rosy cheeks

“Oh.” You turn around to look at the door, Peter and Ned standing there.

“I think this means you guys are good?” You turn back to look at Mj, her loving eyes already staring back at you. You quickly look down, flustered under her gaze.

“Yeah,” you respond and squeeze her hand three times. It was your secret way of saying ‘I love you’ before you came out to the others and were left to say goodbye in front of them.

Peter and Ned sat down on a chair and high fived each other, happy for their two best friends being back together. She looks at you. “Does Ned know?” She whispers your way, only you can hear her. You are taken by surprise. You didn’t expect her to mention your secrets in front of him. “Yeah, he does.”

“By the way, Peter,” She starts. He lifts his head and looks back at her, nodding. “How was it being recruited by Iron Man himself? Fought alongside Thor, yet?” She winks at him. He blushes and snaps his eyes to you, asking why she knows.

“I didn’t tell her:” You shrug and look back at her. “She’s just smart, y’know,” you add.

“Dude!”

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[smutggukk]

Airplane s*x; oneshot 🔞 fluff/smut @smutggukk / @gguksdimpless

“Baby have u packed everything?” “Yes I have” “sure?” “Yes jungkook” you giggle and grab your handbag, and suitcase, heading over to the smiling jungkook.

Today is your 3rd anniversary, and jungkook decided to surprise you with a trip to jeju island (ik cliche but 🤡) you both got in the car, and headed to the airport where the private jet is located. (😏)

Arriving at the private area, I excitedly open the door, ecstatic to enter the jet, you both close the doors of the car, and walk in the jet hand in hand, looking at the interior of the aircraft, you quietly gasp, it looks luxury and expensive (🤑) I’m even scared to touch something in case it breaks.

“Princess, follow me” walking through the slim hallway like path, passing the few seats, you both arrive at the end of the jet, he opens the door and you’re met with a huge master bedroom, this is amazing, damn I’m gonna enjoy the ride.

Jungkook releases a sigh and ruffles his hair, “babe, I need to handle something important, so I’m gonna be out for a few, if you need anything then click this button and someone will come help u, alright?” You pout and nod, feeling sad that you won’t be able to cuddle him, “don’t give me that face, little girl, I promise I’ll be back earlier than u think, I won’t be longer than 30 minutes”

“Okay fine..” you hug his waist, and enjoy the few seconds of his warmth, til he’s back. After sharing a few kisses he heads out, already missing his presence you plop down on the bed, “uugghhhh what now?” Deciding to just get into comfy clothes, you change, wearing his shirt of course.

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Time skip: 1 hour later

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An hour has passed and he isn’t even back, the jet has taken off already, he promised he’ll be back early, and he said he won’t take too long, what can he be doing? Thoughts of leaving the room and looking for him fill up your head, I’ll just go take a walk around.

Wearing a hoodie and socks, I leave the room, already surprised by the beautiful designs, even though you’ve already passed this place you can spot way more details. So many empty seats too, seems like he didn’t want anyone with us, are we perhaps alone together? Because I don’t see anyone.

You arrive at the middle, curtains blocking the other side, before you could pull the curtains, you hear your boyfriend jungkook laugh, also hearing chatting and giggles of a female, you stay still in your spot, is jungkook with a girl? You get bad thoughts, knowing jungkook he would never cheat, I slowly peek to see a bar, filled with drinks and only four people there including the bartender.

Two unknown females, one of them practically flirting with jungkook, while the other is drinking wine, feeling anger rush in you, he ditched you to come drink? Oh I’m gonna show this f*cker what he’s missing.

I march back to the room already having something planned, I’m gonna wear his favorite lingerie, and tease him all night, giggling I put on the red strawberry lingerie, on top of that I put on a silk red robe and little red matte lipstick, I curl my hair a little and smirk knowing he’ll have a hard time tonight.

Laying on the bed on my tummy, I scroll through my socials wondering when he’ll be back, a few minutes later I hear the open, knowing it’s jungkook I sit up and smile sarcastically, “oh how nice of you to join me” he sighs, “sorry princess, I had business to take care of, and then I had to meet up with some people” “oh really?” “Yeah..” he notices you’re fit and smirks, “so what have you been doing since I’ve been gone?”

“Oh nothing much, earlier I called someone because I wanted water, and this guy came handing me water, and he was pretty cute not gonna lie” you innocently smiled and went up to him, wrapping your arms around him, you nose grazes his left cheek as u feel him tense up, “what about u?” You whisper in his ear, he grips your waist and pulls you closer as if you aren’t already.

“I was thinking about u the whole time, I was out” “you were thinking about me? How cute” you let go of him and sit on the edge of the bed leaving him speechless.

“Don’t you think it’s hot here?” You start fanning yourself with you hand, then letting one of the robes sleeves hang down loose so your shoulder and bra strap is visible, he widens his eyes for a sec “then take it off, I don’t mind” he eyes your body, “or I could turn on the ac?��� you smile pecking his cheek, and grabbing the air conditioner remote and turning it on, “baby..”he says serious, pulling your chin so your facing him, “stop teasing me.” “Hm?”

He pulls you into a hungry kiss, his hands roaming around your body until he unties your robe, he smirks into the kiss and gropes your boob, making you lightly gasp, you push him away in need of air, you breath in, hands placed on his chest (tiddies 😏) he observes your body-outfit and licks his lips, “I know you don’t usually wear lingerie, so what happened, princess?”

He crouches down so he’s facing your tummy, he looks up at you waiting for your reply while slowly rubbing your thighs, you remember how that girl was shamelessly flirting with him, while all he did was laugh, did he forget he has a girlfriend?

“Where were you?” You look at him, seriousness displayed across your face, “what do you mean?” “You heard me, where were you? In the bar? With some girl, who was clearly flirting with u! And all you did was just laugh it off?! Jeon you have a f*cking girlfriend! And don’t you dare lie to me because I saw it with my two eyes!..” you take a breath before continuing,

“- do you not love me?? Was I not f*cking enough that you had a girl all up on u?!” You close your eyes feeling the tears build up, you may be overreacting but he could’ve stopped the girl saying he has a girlfriend?

He sits there not expecting you to blow up, his bunny smile shows up on his face, you open your eyes to see him smiling, “jungkook I’m serious, why are you smiling?” “Because..” he brings you into a loving kiss, somehow you kiss back, you feel him giggle into the kiss and furrow you brows pulling away, “jeon” “okay okay sorry I’ll explain” he lifts you up laying on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard as you’re seated on his lap.

“That girl.. that was flirting with me, was clearly drunk and I understand I could’ve ignored her but she’s actually the girlfriend of the person I’m working with, did you maybe see another lady there?” You nod your head still confused, “yeah they are together” “wait what?” “The lady who was flirting with me already has a partner which is the other lady” you widen your eyes, staying silent, oh god, this is so embarrassing..

“um..” you look away and shut your eyes feeling the blush creep up your cheeks, y/n u little shit-

He bursts out into laughter “baby! I would never cheat on you, how dare you think that, and you don’t think I love you?” “No well yeah but... idk” he chuckles and pulls you into another kiss, “do you want me to show you how much I love you?” You smile, staring into his glowy lusty eyes, “yes, please” “come here”

Once again he kisses you, this time with dominance and affection, he flips the both of you so you’re laying under his strong figure, “are you gonna help me remove my clothes darling?” You shyly smile, nodding you unbuckle his belt while he sucks on your collarbone creating love bites, removing all his clothes getting naked.

You eye his body, feeling overwhelmingly needy, “your turn” feeling one of his hand travel up your back to the clip of your bra, and the other pulling your hair back gently, he kisses your jaw while unclipping your bra, which is a huge turn on.

“Mmm...” you moan out closing your eyes I pleasure, “tell me what you want..” he mumbles against your skin sending tingles all over your body, “I want.. you” after begging, he finally decides to give you what you want.

“You want my d*ck in you hm?” “Yes please..!” He chuckles, his raspy voice could already make you orgasm, “spread your legs wide for me” you do as he says, and gasp, feeling his rock hard c*ck in you, making you shut your eyes close and grip onto his biceps, he throws his head back enjoying the way your tight wet walls feel around his d*ck making rock his hips forward after giving you time to adjust.

Pushing himself completely in you making you breathe out a shaky breath and wrap your legs around his waist, he slowly thrusts in, making the pleasure 10x more better, “f-f*ck..” he lets out a breathy moan making you feel things, “f-faster” he repeatedly pushes into you making you curse, he grabs your waist thrusting roughly, hitting you sweet spot.

“OH F*CK, right there! ..hit it again... please” he smirks hitting the spot over and over again making you feel so good, “I’m.. cumming.. oh yeah..” “cum, cum on my d*ck” you cum, feeling sensitive.

He pulls you into a greedy kiss, almost on the verge of cumming, “I love you... baby” he says pecking your lips multiple times, “I- I love you too...shit..” couple more thrusts and he cums right into you, panting he lays on top of you, not completely.

“Shit baby, that was so good..” he kisses your neck, pampering you with soft kisses, making you giggle, after a while of catching our breaths, he pulls out, making me gape, he pulls the cover over us and snuggles closer to me, “love you baby, round 2 in the morning?” He winks at me, “pfft.. maybe?” You both laugh, talking and giggling all night til u fall asleep.

(I changed my username! new theme who dis?)

[miioouu]

eep- ok you might jus know me off anon and therefore know i dont usu do thirst lmao b u t LIKE: soft dom dabi?? pull my hair ,eat me out and call me babydoll 🤤🤤 i wanna wear lingerie and tell him he’s pretty bc ✨body worship✨ hehe happy thirsting 💞

I only know one person who's fangirling over Dabi lately so maybe, I think, ik who you are! Thank you for thirsting with me!! ❤️💜❤️

Warning: smut....

Waiting for him in his dark room, illuminate by nothing but the moonlight. Hitting your figure as you paced around the room, precious stones covering your body shinning creating hues over the walls. The sound of the door opening making you jump, excited, as you ran to the bed. Spreading your body over the mattress, your eyes never leaving his as he made his way in. With each one of his steps an item of clothing hit the floor, leaving him with nothing but his underwear when he reached you. His rough hands caressing your body, leaving trails of goosebumps in their trail, sending electricity to flow through your viens. Slowly getting up, not a word being exchanged between the two of you, you let your bodies do all the talking. Dropping to your knees after you pushed him back slightly. But before you could hit the floor, his arms wrapped around you. Pulling you close to him so you're now straddling him. His mouth leaving purples and blues all over your skin, painting you. Standing up with you still in his arms, only to set you back down on the bed, this times it was his turn to sink to his knees. Teeth leaving theit imprints as he kissed your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your heat. And when he got close enough, he couldn't help it, burying his face in, breathing you before his fingers put your panties aside, tongue delving in. So deep, so good, you couldn't help the moans leaving your throat, your hands flyin to end up in his hair, a mix of tugging and pulling him closer. "You're so... Daddy you're so good!" The words leaving you before you even had time to think, but none was a lie. And when your legs started shaking arounf him, when your screams got higher, your orgasm approaching, he pulled away. "You're so good for me babydoll, but don't want you to cum just yet. Come on, turn around so daddy can show you what real pleasure is."

With no hesitation you did as you were told, laying on your stomach, head pressed in the pillows and ass in the air for him to contemplate. His hands once again roaming all over your body, gentle as he brushed over bruises of previous nights. Slowly pulling down your panties, not all the way off, just enough to expose your glistening folds. With one hand on your hip, the other pulling at you hair, he pushed in, all the way in. His length making you go crazy, veins driving you insane as they grazed your inner walls. Not giving you much time, even in his gentler night, he liked to start with a fast pace. With each of his thrusts your body pushed forward, your moans got louder, your words incoherent. And with your previously denied orgasm, you couldn't hold much longer. All it took is a couple of thrusts, the hand that was once on your hair now squeezing your throat, the hand on your hips getting tighter, bruising you for sure, you came. Walls clenching around him, milking him for his everything, it didn't take him a long time before he reached his high too, shooting his seed so deep inside of you. "Good baby, you did amazingly. But don't give up on me yet, we still have a long night ahead of us..."

[marveloussupernerd]

im going to come thru and request one of your holiday prompts!! please do jumin saying number twelve 💀💀 but like it’s the penthouse

Christmas Lights and Bruises - Jumin Han

This is from my Christmas prompt list , requests are currently open so feel free to request :)

Prompt: “I fell off the roof putting up Christmas lights”

Summary: Jumin really wanted you to have the best Christmas ever. If that meant he got a few bruises along the way... well... that was okay by him

FIRST OF ALL after a Google search: a fall from over 50 ft will almost def kill u and Jumin lives on the eighth floor at least (80 ft up min) so he would die. I’m not trying to kill him SO we’re just gonna say that the penthouse ceilings are high and he had to use a ladder to line the ceiling w lights

ANYWAYS ty for requesting bb I love you and literally everyone has requested seven for these prompts but you ? Just saying this is like everyone else erasure (no h8 to those requested seven tho :))

You were going to go for a nice day out while Jumin finished up some work at the home office. He didn’t have too too much, but he still sent you to the hairdressers because you were in need of a cut, and he wanted to get your nails done too while you were at it. You opted for the cut first.

Christmas was only in a few more weeks; you were so excited! This was your first Christmas with Jumin by your side (more notably as your HUSBAND by your side), so you wanted to make it special. The past few Christmases had been meh for you so you really wanted to make this one fun. You had already ordered his present and it was on its way. Soon you wanted to put the tree up too!

You hadn’t opted to get too too much off for your haircut, a little over an inch (2.5 cm) or so, but you were still excited to have it look all nice and fancy. Plus the hairdresser was always soothing. After she had washed your hair you made you way over to the seat to start the cut.

Not even half your head cut later and you were getting a phone call from one of the building’s security guards. He knew where you were at the moment so you figured it was important. You asked your hairstylist to wait a moment then picked up the call. “This is Mrs. Han.”

“I’m so glad I got a hold of you. Uh, your husband has had a fall...”

“A fall? Is he okay?” Your hairdresser raised her eyebrow.

“He refuses to lay down and rest. I swear I heard something crack so I called the doctor...” he sounded concerned.

“Alright. I’m on my way.” You took off the cape and stood up, hair still wet and half-cut. “I’ve got to go. Can we finish this later?”

With all the money she was getting paid? Of course she wouldn’t say no. She nodded and wished you the best. You flung on your heavy coat and headed out.

“Would you like me to send Driver Kim?” The guard asked.

“That won’t be necessary. I’m only a few blocks away. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You hightailed it to the penthouse. How did he fall!? He was supposed to be working. Your face was cold; it was below freezing out and your wet hair certainly wasn’t helping. Maybe you should have brought a scarf.

You rushed into the building, heading up to the penthouse floor and to the front door. The security guards were waiting for you. “Mrs Han.” They greeted you, standing at attention.

“Is he okay? Where is he?” You questioned.

“He’s likely at his desk right now, Ma’am. The doctor should be here in about 15 minutes.”

You rushed through the door, not bothering to take off your coat (you were cold enough already granted) and rushed to the office, knocking before opening the door immediately.

Jumin was at his desk, typing away at his computer. He looked up to you and smiled, then winced. “You’re home early.”

“Jumin!” You rushed by his side, kneeling next to him. “Are you okay? You had me worried.”

“Oh,” he waved his hand to disregard what had happened. “You heard about that. I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to be strong around me,” you cupped his cheek in your hands. “Won’t you lay down until the doctor gets here?”

He sighed. “I suppose if you’d like me to.”

You grabbed his arm as he stood up, carefully guiding him to bed. “Would you care to tell me how you fell?”

“Well... I might as well since you’re about to find out anyways. I... fell off the roof putting up Christmas lights.” He sounded dejected. You helped sit him down gently in bed.

“The roof!? Jumin we’re on like the eighth floor!?” You were shouting. You were just so shocked.

“Oh... not the roof. The... ceiling? I tried to line the ceiling with Christmas lights for you in the living room. But... I fell off the ladder.” You pulled the blanket over him.

“Oh Baby,” you stroked some of the hair out of his face. “You didn’t have to put those up. We can pay someone to put those up.”

“But... I know how much you love Christmas and I wanted to make it extra special for you.”

“I know. I bet it looks great,” you kissed his cheek.

“Not really... the lights are hanging around only half lit up.

“Well I’m proud of you anyway. Now where does it hurt?”

He looked kind of uneasy, as though he still didn’t want you to know how much it hurt. He had a tight frown on his face. “My... chest. I don’t know. Right here?” He pointed under his chest. Men were never very good at injuries, huh.

“Your ribs? We’ll have the doctor check them out. You might have a concussion too if you hit your head.” You gently pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re so sweet. But please, let me help next time. You had me worried sick.” Your eyes were glossy. What a stupid thing to cry over. But you were quite upset. What if he had gotten severely hurt? What if he had actually tried to do this outside?

“Okay. But I’m okay, alright?” He reached forward slightly to unbutton your winter coat, pushing it off your shoulders. “Oh my,” he muttered under his breath.

“Oh my what?” Your voice was just as soft to match his.

“Your hair... has looked better. I thought I had paid to have it done.” His hand reached out to touch your hair, a crunching sound being made as soon as he touched it.

“Oh, it probably froze. I, uh, left as soon as I heard. She only had time to cut half of it. But, I’ll get it done later! So long as you’re okay. You know, I can actually just have them come here so I can stay with you if you-“

“Honey,” he cut you off. You looked back at him. He had a warm smile on his face. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“I’ll make you some tea while we wait for the doctor. He should be here any minute though.” You stood from your spot, but Jumin caught your wrist before you could leave.

“Stay here with me. Call the Chef to make tea or something. I just... want you here for now.” His eyes looked sleepy. How could you refuse? You sat down on the side of the bed, shifting so you could stroke his hair. He shut his eyes as you waited.

The doctor said he had bruised a rib. He probably also had a minor concussion and should rest as much as possible and avoid stressful work. He clearly didn’t know Jumin. Still, you’d try your best to keep him resting for the next few days. He lived and worked in such a fast-paced environment that the doctor worried any work could set him off and make his conditions worse.

“Watch Christmas movies with me?” You asked, after the doctor had left. You had put your hair up so that you didn’t have to look at it, half-cut, every time you passed a mirror. If the hairdresser didn’t get here soon you’d cut it yourself. It was that annoying. Still, for the sake of Jumin, you tried to ignore it.

“I haven’t seen very many,” he commented, eyes locked on you as you climbed into bed, pajamas and fuzzy socks on. “Christmas movies.”

“For real!?” You took the remote from the bedside table and climbed under the blankets, scooting closer to your husband. He was on his back, head propped up by pillows. He wanted to switch to his side but you wouldn’t let him. It would hurt!

He pulled you closer by the waist until your head was resting on his shoulder. “For real. I’ve only seen... hm... A Christmas Carol. It’s A Wonderful Life...”

“That’s all!?” You moved yourself off his shoulder to look at him in disbelief.

“And Rudolph.”

“That’s still all!? We have so many to watch.”

“But my work-“

“Nope. I’ll arrange for someone else to do it. We have to watch Elf. And The Santa Clause. And Frosty the Snowman. And The Polar Express! And.. so many more!” You snuggled back next to him, using the remote to pull up the first Christmas movie of the night.

He sighed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I cannot believe you rolled your eyes!” You teased. “What have you done for 27 years without me!? Without these movies!?” He flinched. “Oh! I’m sorry,” you pushed away from him slightly. “I hadn’t realized I was hurting you.”

“No, come back.” He was POUTING. Pouting. You had never seen him pout like that. You didn’t move though. “I don’t mind it.”

You huffed at him.

“Okay.” He scooted closer to you. “If you get on the other side we can cuddle and it won’t hurt. Because it’s my good side. How about that?”

You climbed over him, sitting on his other side, resting your head on his shoulder. “Better?”

“Better,” he sighed. He grabbed your hand in his. “Now start the movie. It seems I have a lot to catch up on!”

With all the movies and excitement and you, how could he possibly go back to work?

Bye writing for Jumin is my element I was so happy writing this. Ik I write for him a lot and if I write for any character too much it’s like blah. But he rlly is my favorite character :) I love him

[soulwillower]

tease • stan uris

(stanley uris x reader smut)

requested: hi so ik requests are closed rn but i had this idea that you could write later once requests are open again! so basically the reader and stan are at a restaurant and the waiter is flirting with the reader, and she kinda flirts back just to tease stan in a way. then once they get back to their house they have hot, angry/jealous sex 🙈      +     Could you maybe do a jealous stan smut or a loving smut and I really love your work your a really good writer 🥺❤️       

warnings: swearing, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), um jealous sex, slightly dom stan, unedited

hi thank u for requesting these im so sorry it took so long to get posted! love u!!

[losers + reader are aged up in this.]

1.6k words

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you'd never admit it, but when the waiter started flirting with you, you immediately saw an opportunity. you and stan were out at dinner and earlier today, stan had flirted back with a cashier who had commented on his shirt. so really, you only flirted back with the waiter to make stan mad. it was just some harmless fun, clearly you were taken and the waiter was just some young kid who you could use to tease stan.

 he's just so god damn hot when he's jealous.

"are you feeling satisfied this evening?" your waiter asks, smirking suggestively at you. you raise your eyebrows in shock and out of your peripherals, stan clenches his fist. you smirk, "i think so, thank you very much for all your help with that."

stan rolled his eyes at that, but didn't mention it for the rest of your meal. even at the end, when you were preparing to ask for the bill and the waiter reappeared.

"and this is for you." the man says, placing down a chocolate cake on your table. you look in confusion to stan, face lit up by the candles on the table and looking frustrated as he stares at the waiter. it was hot.

"excuse me, but we didn't order this." stan says politely as the waiter smirks, "it's on the house." and then, he winks at you. your eyes flick to stan's quickly, finding a smoldering stare burning into you before you turn back to the man.  "oh, thank you! how considerate." you say with a flirty smile. he smiles back before turning and walking away.

stan had been quiet for the whole car ride home, jaw clenched and fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel. you knew he was frustrated just by the sheer amount of eye rolls at dinner alone; your attempt to tease him had indeed lit the fuse of jealousy just enough that stan was frustrated. 

you hadn't meant to piss him off, but you can tell he wasn't too furious. at least, not with you as much as with the waiter.

and now, as you lean against the bedpost and watch him unbutton his shirt, you're gnawing on your lip. "dinner was pretty enjoyable." you start gently, staring at him intently to dissect any small movement stan makes. he freezes his movements and turns to you with a deadpan stare. "i'm sure it was."

you raise your eyebrows at him, walking closer to him. "you didn't have a good time?" you ask, hands smoothing over his chest. his hands grab your wrists and he glares at you lightly. "i did. just couldn't shake the feeling that you were having an even better time." he mutters.

you swallow back a smile, instead looking at him with what you hope passes as an innocent look. "i was just enjoying being with you, my love." you try, leaning up to kiss his jaw. 

his chest rumbles under your fingertips. "hmm. so you were flirting with that guy just for... fun?" he asks, hands falling onto your hips out of habit although his jaw is still clenched and he's not moving in any other way.

"i don't know what you're talking about." you say with a small smirk as you nip lightly at his neck. his eyebrows are furrowed as you pull back to look at him, his eyes squinted as he glares at you with jealousy. "that good girl act isn't working, y/n." he snaps. “i know what you were doing. fucking tease.”

your eyes widen slightly, trying your hardest to not let stan catch your smirk. "you think it's fun to tease me, don't you babylove?" he mutters, eyes hooded in growing lust, face still mad. his head dips down to suck a mark on your throat, the sudden movement making you gasp, clenching your legs together to find some relief for the sudden arousal. he grabs your chin, turning your face so you look into his honey eyes. "don't you?"

you can't say anything but whimper, staring at his parted lips, leaning forward slightly. he chuckles at you, smirking. "you're mine." he snaps, catching your lips in a heated kiss, hands running up your body to pull you to him, tongue entering your mouth and twisting around yours.

his lips taste like chocolate and red wine and it's intoxicating as he nudges you, leaning you back until you fall against the mattress. he stands above you after pulling back from your lips, smirking as you pant up at him. he slowly takes off his shirt and you bite your lip, watching him with lust.

"you gonna be good for me?" he asks, staring down at you with dark eyes. holy shit. you nod rapidly, biting your lip, "yes, stan." he hums at your words, getting on his knees and pulling off your pants and panties in one motion. 

"we'll see about that." he mutters as he spreads your legs. you watch with stilted breathing as he brings his face closer to your heat, glaring at you. "are you going to say you're sorry?" he asks and you want to moan.

"god, stan- fuck, im sorry for making you angry, i d-" you gasp, cutting off your words as you feel stan lick a bold stripe up your heat. 

his tongue circles around your clit and the sensation makes you yelp in pleasure, legs wrapping over his shoulders. his hands plant on your hips to hold you steady as he gently sucks on your clit and you gasp. he pulls away slightly, lips glistening as he smirks up at you.

"you taste so good, babylove." he mutters, making you moan, legs squeezing around his head. he smirks at you, finger coming up to rub at your clit slowly as he brings his tongue to thrust into you.

 you squeeze his hair lightly as you whimper, the feeling euphoric as your toes curl. his name falls from your lips every few seconds as he ruthlessly eats you out, the coil in your stomach about to release. 

"stan, baby, i'm gonna cum." you mutter, eyes closed and chest rising and falling.

"not yet." he says, jaw set as he rises, and you whine in need with red cheeks. stan’s hands immediately go to his buckle and undo his pants, pulling them off as you stare at him with wide eyes. "fuck." you say quietly, eyes wide as you watch stan pull off his boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach. 

he starts pumping himself, his other hand pushing your shoulder lightly so you're flat against the mattress as he settles between your legs. he slowly rubs up and down your slit with the head of his cock, teasing you before continuing on his movements.

you can't help but gasp out, "fuck, stan. just fuck me." 

he raises his eyebrows at you, "what, you don't like to be teased?" he sneers, making you shut up with a red face. his hand comes to cup your cheek, "you'll take what you get, wont you?"

you buck your hips at his words but nod, staring at him with desperation, having to wait becoming increasingly more difficult with every passing second. "yes, stan. please, please." you mutter, cheeks red. you hear him chuckle and you open your eyes as he starts to push into you, his cock stretching you out.  "fuck!" you hiss in pleasure, hands grasping his bare shoulder as he bottoms out.

he starts to move after only a mere second, hitting the perfect angle that makes you groan his name into his shoulder as his snaps snap against yours. he moans into your lips, catching you in a heated kiss as he thrusts into you. "oh my god, stan, fuck, you feel so good." you gasp out, whimpering as he pushes your top up, you pulling it off all the way. 

he groans as he sees you're wearing no bra, staring as your tits bounce with the rocking of his hips, licking his lips. "baby." he mutters, hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounds into you. "you're mine."

you nod as he hits a new angle inside you and you know you're very close again. "yes, i'm yours, stan." you mumble, blissed out as he rolls his hips hard against yours.

his head dips down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swiping over the bud and making you gasp as he palms the other one. he reaches a hand down to rub your clit as he pounds into you, making you roll your eyes back slightly as you shut them. "stan, i'm close." you whimper. he chuckles, "already, babylove?" you can only nod desperately, clawing at his shoulders to stabilize yourself as he fucks you into the mattress, every movement bringing you steadily to the brink.

"okay, love, i've got you. let go." he whispers into your ear, kissing the skin below it softly, a contrast to the speed and intent of his hips. 

you do, moments after, your legs quivering as you clench around him tightly, hitting your high with a blissful moan of his name.

"so pretty, baby." he says as he watches you unravel under him, hips stuttering as he continues to chase his high. you hook your legs around his hips and lift yourself slightly and he groans at the new angle, thrusts sloppy as he hits his own high, groaning into your neck.

"fuck." he whispers as he comes down from both of your highs, collapsing next to you, rolling onto his back. you immediately curl up into his arms and he kisses your temple. "sorry for teasing you, stan." you mumble tiredly, feeling exhausted and full of love. he chuckles, "s'okay, babylove." and then he kisses you fully on the lips, pulling you so you're laying vertically with him on the bed. you look up at him, hand on his chest.

"in my defense, it was really hot." you mutter, smiling when you see him smirk. "hm. it was." he admits with a grin and you kiss him, laying back down and letting him pull you against him.

[angeltrapz]

SAW ask time 💚 wld love to hear abt chainshipping + Adam bein autistic— maybe like what Lar notices abt Adam’s stims, things he does for him/ways he helps when Adam needs it. Also for Eric/Adam, maybe any thoughts on Eric finally like.. realizing he’s got a special interest?? ik we’ve talked abt how hard he masks but bein around Adam (n Mallick) helps him relax abt that, so like maybe how does he react + what is th special interest? anything u wanna dish abt!

thank u it’s always SAW ask time in my heart <33

!!! I was just thinkin abt tht!!! our minds 💫

I think th first time he rly sees Adam stimming (i.e. flapping his hands) he’d be like “what’s that?” but not in a rude way - genuinely a tone of “I want 2 know more abt this thing, pls tell me” rather than anything anywhere near condescending/annoyed/mean-spirited like Adam has dealt w fr YEARS at this point. so he’s definitely put on edge a lil bit bc he can’t help it, maybe he starts to like wind down and force himself into quiet hands, but Lawrence is immediately like “no I wasn’t making fun of you!! u don’t have to stop doing it!” which kinda stops Adam short like. what r we doing here. usually when ppl ask me tht they’re also telling me 2 stop. finally Lawrence says “I was just wondering what kind of stim tht was,” like he didn’t almost (accidentally) uproot Adam’s whole shit + is currently Doing So Now by using actual terms tht Adam didn’t know he knew, n so he like takes a moment to absorb tht comment n then he’s like. “oh. it means I’m happy or excited?” and honestly? when Lawrence hears tht? he’s like “oh... so then you’re rly happy? 🥺” n it’s just like. a moment fr both of them lol. (Adam feels Much safer discussing things after tht too, in several ways. it definitely helps w building trust between them!!)

after that though Lawrence definitely takes notice of more things! he’s not afraid 2 ask questions, so tht’s smth tht’s rly good fr them - Lawrence being able to seek information (he also does his own reading + research) to better understand, n not in tht shitty mommy blogger “I know yr in there somewhere” way. he doesn’t want 2 change Adam. he wants a better grasp on wht Adam’s experiences r like so he can help n minimize stress abt certain things. fr Adam tht’s definitely like.. foreign territory, bc as u’ve mentioned b4 + my personal hc as well, his parents didn’t really care 2 get him formally diagnosed + even acted like there was No Way he cld be neurodivergent in any sense, so 2 have some1 who is interested n respectful is So important 2 him. (personal hc time: I hc Adam as both adhd AND autistic like me so there’s tht!!)

so like he takes notice of th way Adam likes 2 roll things btwn his fingers (shirt sleeves, shirt hems, hoodie drawstrings, blankets, soft fabrics he likes the texture of, etc.) n is just like Oh Idea. I like 2 think he gets Adam one of those bead lanyards (like this one, which I also have!) fr him to fidget w n he kind of presents it like “I thought maybe u wld like smth like this?” n honestly he’s a lil nervous abt what Adam is going 2 say. but Adam takes it n holds it fr a minute, rolling th beads n messing w th lanyard itself 2 kind of test it, n he just looks up n smiles n he’s like “I love this. u’ve been paying tht much attention??” n fr Lawrence it’s just like “yes? of course? bc I love u?” like it’s th simplest thing in th world n Adam’s just. Huh. no he does Not tear up, if Lawrence told u tht he’s lying. he’s just Rly not used 2 ppl who want 2 know more without wanting to “get inside his head” or belittle him fr it (ties into my hc tht fr th most part, Adam hasn’t rly had any Good friends...) so it takes a lil getting used to.

another thing!! Lawrence does is ask 2 listen 2 Adam infodump abt his special interests - esp photography!! like they do this thing where if it’s not too late at night by th time Lawrence comes home frm work, Lawrence will take a quick shower n then get into his pajamas n into bed (just fr some quiet quality time b4 they go to bed, bc he still tends 2 come home a bit late), n he’ll have Adam sit next 2 him n he’ll be like “what do u want to tell me?” bc tht’s another thing tht Adam was entirely unused 2 - having ppl who didn’t just tolerate his infodumping, they wanted to hear it. Lawrence might be th first person to not actually give him shit fr it/tell him he’s being annoying/shut him down completely. again, it takes Adam a lil bit to b fully comfortable w it, but once he is he adores having tht time to be excited abt things w another person! who he knows Wants to listen!! (if we’re going th route I personally like 2 think abt sometimes too, where Lawrence is autistic as well, I feel like they infodump back n forth abt photography n medical stuff. do either of them rly know what the other is saying? not rly. are they listening happily bc that’s their partner n it’s smth they’re excited abt? oh absolutely!)

I think Adam has a tendency to eat a lot of th same foods bc they’re safe n he knows he likes them/doesn’t mind their texture (which is a big issue w trying new foods fr him), which is smth tht Lawrence also takes note of and as such, he likes 2 make sure they’re regularly stocked up on at least some of tht stuff. it’s not even smth he tells Adam he’s doing, bc it’s rly tht simple 2 him - Adam likes these things n therefore we shld have them at th house - but fr Adam it’s just One Of Those Things, y’know?? he got so much shit as a kid fr being such a “picky eater” n got shit fr it as a teenager too bc “why don’t u ever try anything new??” was smth his friends/parents Loved 2 say. it’s th fact tht Lawrence rolls w it so easily, doesn’t poke or prod for reasons he eats th way he does, and doesn’t get upset w him fr it/try 2 force him into things he isn’t comfortable w. it means a lot to him, more than he’ll ever have words 2 say (but he does always kiss Lawrence’s cheek when he gets back frm th store n he sees some of his same foods, which is just as good). it’s loving tht he’s autistic because it’s a part of him, a fact, not despite or in spite of. tht’s what’s so nice n kind of healing abt it; feeling safe 2 express yrself as u are w a partner who u know u can trust. who maybe words questions a bit funny sometimes, completely unintentionally, not out of malice (where allistic Lawrence is concerned, anyway). Adam feels Safe, n tht means a lot 2 him.

as fr ways he helps him!! a big thing is tht Lawrence is observant, esp as they spend more n more time together. a lot of th time, even when it’s just th two of them alone, Adam might have trouble maintaining eye contact fr an extended period of time, n Lawrence might not know how much it Actually helps, but he doesn’t mind tht Adam doesn’t always look at his face when they’re talking. it’s smth tht takes a little getting used 2, but he was never shitty about it w Adam. the way he sees it is if it makes Adam more comfortable, why shld he get upset abt it? it’s not like he doesn’t know when Adam’s talking 2 him anyway, or tht he can’t tell if Adam is listening; Lawrence knows both of those things, so Adam not making eye contact isn’t a problem, y’know? it’s okay. n I rly don’t know if Lawrence is fully aware of how much Adam appreciates tht.

another thing is he’s patient + understanding when Adam is nonverbal, whether it be bc he’s having a shutdown/meltdown, sensory overload, or just plain Difficulty w speech. it kinda depends on what I’m writing at th time, but I feel like Adam might have picked up at least a lil bit of sign language here n there; mostly simple phrases tht get th point across. I like 2 think Lawrence learns what they mean so he can take tht stress off of Adam’s shoulders, but most times, Adam is just comfortable sitting in silence w someone he cares abt.

OH brief thing Lawrence is RLY good at helping w pressure stims. he gives amazing bear hugs n I feel like he’d also probably let Adam lay on him if they’re on th couch/in bed. I just Feel It.

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OHH I think abt Eric finally developing a special interest now tht he feels more comfortable w doing so a lot. honestly I kind of rly like th idea tht his special interest might be info abt rats! it kind of hits him when he catches himself writing down lil facts (tht might not even be related to pet care!) in his notebook so he’ll remember them + always being excited 2 learn more n share what he’s learned. it makes Adam SO happy to see him being comfortable w tht aspect of himself, esp now that he’s safe to explore it w ppl who understand n who won’t discourage him/belittle him for it,, Mallick too of course, but Adam knows how much Eric struggled w tht kind of thing for such a long time so he’s just. Ah. 🥺🥺

like they’ll all b chilling on th couch (Eric, Mallick, n Adam) n Eric will have his head against Adam’s shoulder while his hand is on Mallick’s chest, who has HIS head in Eric’s lap w his legs dangling off th armrest, n he’ll be like “did u know tht when rats r happy, they grind their teeth together? it’s called bruxing n then sometimes their eyes move in their sockets rly fast while they’re doing it. tht’s called boggling.” n Adam will be smiling so wide when he says he didn’t know tht but it’s rly cool!! n then Mallick will start asking questions n he n Adam just listen while Eric infodumps fr probably th very first time since he was very very young, before it was masked out of him by his parents. n he finds tht he Doesn’t feel so bad abt it anymore, not when he’s around ppl who want him to be happy and want to see him be happy - esp ppl who encourage it n let him know it isn’t smth he has to hide/keep locked away. it’s hard 2 b ashamed of himself when Adam n Mallick r looking at him w genuine interest in their eyes n so so much love.

he might still like, slip back into masking behaviour every now n then, bc it’s something he’s still dealing w n learning 2 leave behind, but after he discovers his first special interest it gets a little easier, letting go of that way of life. it was smth he was forced into by adults who didn’t actually want th best for him like they said they did when they put him through “therapy,” but w partners he knows understand n who are even autistic themselves, Eric slowly learns 2 be more comfortable w it. it’s slow, but it’s progress. bit of a learning curve. he’ll get there.

[xengsu-the-devil]

Big Bad Wolf

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Pairing: Dutch and Male Reader

Tags: Smut, Werwolf x Human Sex

Rating: Teen and up audience

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You and Dutch are in a deserted cabin. Both of you are a couple since five months now. You know his secret since two months. At first you didn't belive him, and as he showed it to you, you were afraid. But now you got used to it. He would never harm you. And he would never allow the wolf in him to do something to you. Dutch and you share a heated kiss. Today you want to try something new. You are a lot scared and excited. Even Dutch is scared and excited too. You want him to take you in his wolf form. But he's huge in his wolf form. A huge black wolf with bright yellow eyes. He's so huge and well built, that you could ride on his back without having to fear, that your legs would hit the ground anytime soon. He could easily crush you in his wolf form. Then he seperated from you. Both of you look deep into each other's eyes.

,,I make some things clear before we start schatje." Dutch say worried.

You nod in excitement.

,,We stop whenever you say. And if you do, I'm not disappointed then! And say if you want to stop. Don't be shy about it." He start.

,,Of course." You smile.

,,Good. And if I hurt you, show me. Cause I don't want to hurt you. And remember, yes I'm a big wolf then, but I'm still me. I also want to remind you, I knot in both forms. But it's difficult for you to take my wolf knot, because I'm bigger there. I don't force you to take it. But if you do, I can promise you that it will hurt more than usual." Dutch say.

,,I will Dutch. I always take your knot cause I want it. I love it. And I promise you, that when I'm gonna take your wolf knot, that I want it to 100 percent. Maybe, it isn't that bad, and we can do it more often." You smile.

,,Maybe. Well good then. That's all I needed to know. Uh, we should probably use some blankets on the floor. I think the bed isn't a good idea. Although, I could rip the sheets and mattress with my claws. But I have some old blankets we can use as a comfy nest on the ground." He answers.

,,Sure."

Dutch leave the cabin, and come back with a like of blankets and a bottle of lube. You will need it. Defenetly. He place the planets on the flor opposite the ved and fireplace. After a while it looks like a comfy nest to lay in. Then he lay the lube down in the middle of it, before he get up again to lock the door. Then he come back to you.

,,C'mon baby. Get undressed. U need to be well preped if you wanna take me." Dutch whispers seductively.

That tone in his deep voice send shivers down your spine, and your cock twitch in interest. You open your vest and shirt, and drop both next to you on the bed. Your gunbelt, underwear, jeans and socks follow. You put your boots next to the bed on the ground.

,,Mhhm that's it. Now lay down on your back, and prep yourself, while I'm gonna shift into my wolf form."

You do as he told you. You slick for of your fingers. Then you push one into your needy hole. A gasp ledve your mouth. You take it knuckle deep. Then you can see as Dutch change. He kneel on all fours on the ground. Without his shirt and vest on. Then black fog sourround him. He slowly get huge. His face turn into a huge wolf head with razor sharp teeth. The rest of his body turn into a huge wolf body. And then after a few seconds it's over. He can set the speed of the transformation. It's cool. You moan, and your back arched, as you add another finger. He watch you with a lustful gaze. His black fur is so shiny and soft. Sometimes he shift in his wolf form, and you use him as a pillow. It's amazing.

Then you add a third finger. Meanwhile Dutch is towering over you. He lowers himself a bit, so he can lick at your neck. A deep grunt leave you at that. You search for his cock with your other hand. But it's to far back. He shift a bit, and then you finely can grab it. It's thicker and longer than his human cock. But not impossible to take. And it wouldn't rip you apart too. Wich is good. He let out a lustful growl. You decide to add a fourth finger. A jolt went trough your body, and a low moan leave your mouth. Meanwhile your other hand didn't stop to massage him. After a while you pull your fingers out. You can feel Dutch's hard cock touching your own. You take it, slick it with lube, and then you slip the tip inside you. You let out a long deep groan. Your legs are bend a bit, that it's easier for him to fuck you.

Right now, your glad you took a fourth finger while you preped yourself. With a smal rock of his hips, Dutch is seated to the base inside of you. A low growl leave Dutch's snout. But he give you time to adjust. You carefully run your hand trough his four at his belly. He's so tall, he had to lower himself quiet a bit to breach you. But he dosen't seem to be uncomfortable.

,,Mhhm now baby." You Moan after a while.

Right now, it feels so good. Your in heaven. At first it hurted like hell. But after you adjust, it start to feel so good. He carefully and slowly trhurst into you. After a while, he speed up. You let out a loud moan. It feels so good. You can feel that you are really close. Theres that familiar tingling in your lower belly. And after two more hard thrust you cum loud moaning on the blankets. You can hear how Dutch's sharp claws rip one of the blankets. And then you can feel his thick knot short before the end of his shaft, who pushing against you with each thrust. It isn't THAT huge. So you decide to give it a go.

,,Baby knot me! C'mon goddamn." You Moan.

You can feel Dutch's ryrhem falter for a second from shock. But then he stops flush against you. And then he thrust harsh into you. A jolt went trough your body as his knot entered you.

,,AHH fuck." You moan.

After a while, he shoot his load deep inside you with a loud howl. His knot and the feeling of being filled, is simply amazing. It hurt for a few minutes, a bit longer than his human knot, but after that it's just amazing. You hug Dutch as best as you can, and then he carefully turn both of you arround. Now he's laying on his back, and you on top of him. Both of you breathing hard.

,,Fuck. We should do it more often. It's amazing." You gasp after a while.

You feel so damn full. But not in a bad way. Both of you are tied like that for an good hour. Then you can get of off him, and he shift back.

,,Yeah we should. You alright?" He ask.

You softly kiss him.

,,Yeah I'm perfectly fine. I love you."

,,Ik hou ook van jou schatje." Dutch smiles.

He clean you, and then both of you settle down for sleep. It was really exhausting but totally worth it.

[pokemagines]

future child. (soren x reader)

anon asked: “*coughs and slides a box a cookies towards you as a bribe* so uh, how about the future child thing with Soren and Summoner? I need this scenario for my emotionally distant FE husband in my life. Thank you in advance if you decide to do it!”

a/n: this is probably SO old so dskjfhsfkfd uhhh thank u to an anon for sending a prompt in for this i thought it was so cute so !!! <3 one emotionally distant husbando comin’ riiiiiight up! 

alfonse // sharena \ fjorm & gunnthra // loki \ michalis // shigure \ zelgius // chrom \ ike // hrid \ ninian 

   quinn walks happily through the market as he searches out the right flowers to buy for his parents. time travel was something he still didn’t understand, despite veronica’s many lectures about it -- he hoped he was back in the right timeline, before any of the tragedies happened. 

   blush peonies, white lilies, golden sunflowers... none of them seemed like good options. he had to make a good first impression, especially with his father who he knew could be distant sometimes, even if he was loving, in his own way.

   at least, with the few memories he has of him.

   the purple irises make him perk up, his sharp canines exposed as he skips over to them. the memory comes as soon as it goes: 

   his father, dressed up for a festival, smiling at... you, his other parent as he jumps down from his horse. he looks embarrassed, and despite the angry blush on his face he shoves the flowers into your hands. no, not just any flowers, purple irises.

   his rubs his temples and quickly forks over the money for the bouquet, a few pieces of gold meant nothing to him if it meant he would get to see you smile again.

   “what do you mean the map is all wrong?” you say, not even bothering to give him a more nasty retort. he easily pushes you out of the way, not in a rude way, he just needed to show you what was wrong. 

   “i mean,” he says, dipping your pen in ink, “you’ve overlooked many aspects of the terrain we’re battling on. it’s really not like you to make frivolous errors such as these. i would hope you’re better than this.”

   “i was... tired when i made this.” you cross your arms, sitting yourself up on the table.

   “tired could cost people their lives!” he snaps at you. you know he’s right, and that this is just his way of showing you he cares. soren rarely tells his feelings to you outright, instead dancing around them and hoping you pick up on the meaning behind his words. knowing soren for as long as you did (and as closely as you did) makes deciphering his true feelings like second nature, as much as he denies it when you tease him. “as askr’s tactician, you can’t afford to lose even one person, because then that’s on you.”

     “i know i just--” you rake a hand through your hair, “i was going to ask you for help anyways... i haven’t been resting much with having to accommodate all the new heroes and such, it’s exhausting.”

   “that’s because you go over and above to do those things, you don’t have to befriend everyone in the army,” a twinge of jealousy is in his voice, sometimes he just wanted you to himself. “your job is keeping them alive, nothing more.”

   quinn hears familiar voices echoing out of the war room. he was grateful that even though this wasn’t his askr, the castle layout was still familiar. he knew it like the back of his hand, as he has fleeting memories of following your big white coat around the castle, tugging at your sleeves. he smiles, puffing his chest up as he puts his face in the cracked door.

   there he sees his parents, so young and full of life. you look healthy, the dark bags under your eyes still there but a bright expression even as you’re being teased by his dad. his dad looks the same as always, his stern expression and light blush etched into his mind like a tattoo. 

   you two seem to pay no mind to him even as he pushes his head more and more through the small hole in the door. his chest swells with anxiety, the friendly bickering between the two so familiar, but he can’t piece together the whole memory.

   “if you’re going to be a creep and spy at least do it well.” soren’s sharp voice cuts through and quinn almost falls forward out of shock. “out with you!” 

   “soren, be nice... it’s a kid!” you tell them to come in, and he tentatively steps forward, hood masking his face as he white knuckles the bouquet of flowers in his hands. “aw, you brought flowers! are those for soren? they’re his favorites!” soren flushes, giving you the evil eye.

   “t-they’re actually for both of you...” he decides now is as good a time as any as he pulls down his hood, revealing his face. you gasp, the kid’s appearance looking uncannily like the goldoan you know so well. he has short choppy green hair, parted in the middle to where you could see his brand on his forehead. his pointy teeth shine as he forces a confident smile. 

   “soren, i didn’t know your family was able to be summoned! why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

   “...because they’re not able to?” he scoffs, “so this is obviously some bad impostor who’s trying to--”

   “n-no it’s not that at all! please listen to what i have to say!” soren mutters a snide comment that quinn can’t hear before you tell him to explain himself. “i’m your...”

   “out with it already!” you hit soren lightly and tell him to be kind.

   “i’m your son.”

   soren was in denial. 

   as soon as the words left the boy’s lips he was fighting hard back, wanting any sliver of proof he was telling the truth. it was proof enough for you that he had the same brand -- if it wasn’t soren’s kid then who’s else could he be? none of his other relatives were in askr. you had seen stranger things since your arrival in askr, so you sit back and let him run out of steam.

   “soren, that’s enough.” you cut off his endless interrogation. oddly enough, the kid doesn’t even seem phased by soren’s cold behavior, instead answering every question honestly. “you can’t deny this forever. this has happened in askr before, remember robin--”

   “yeah but she was married! we’re not... i don’t understand how this could--” for once, he doesn’t have anything smart to say. you beckon quinn over towards you, motioning for him to sit beside you, and he does, his feet hanging off the table as he shyly hands you the flowers. he may look like soren, but he had to have inherited all of your personality. 

   “it’s okay, we can talk about this more tonight,” you eye him up, giving him the stop being mean look. quinn couldn’t have been much older than eight, maybe ten at the most by his young looks. but, if he was a branded, he could be far older than you and you wouldn’t even know it. “right now, let’s just talk this out like rational adults, okay?”

   soren flushes, and lets out a quiet ‘tch’, before you start gently asking quinn more about himself.

   “this is... unbelievable.” soren says, pacing like a maniac back and forth in your room. “it’s just-- why me? why us? i’m not... i don’t think i even want kids.” he bites at the skin around his nails, as you roll your eyes, placing the flowers you got in a vase with water. you smile, recognizing them as the same ones soren got for you on valentine’s. 

   “i don’t understand this either, soren, but listen...” quinn’s soft snores echo through your messy room as he lay there curled up on your bed. “this is something we’ll have to get through together.” you walk closer to him, gently cupping his face with your hand. he scowls, cheeks hot but eventually melts into your hand.

   “i’m...” he starts, screwing his eyes shut as if he’s afraid to see your reaction to his words, “i don’t know what to do... what if i...” his voice wavers, but it’s okay, because you know what he fears are. he’s still in the process of opening up to you, and you never wanted him to press himself too far, so instead you just kiss his forehead, right on the brand, before filling in the blanks for him.

   “i’m scared too, i’m just as inexperienced as you are but i think if we can take on armies, then a child shouldn’t be too hard to worry about. besides, we have titania who is basically everyone’s mom to help us.”

   he opens his bright, red eyes, a soft smile on his lips as he says the next words without even thinking:

   “...thank you.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

sup steph! can u plz recommend some short johnlock fics? (short as in 1-2 chapters) ik this is incredibly vague but just give me ones that you may like hehe thanks :D

Hi Lovely!

OHHHHH Gosh, I have so many short Johnlock fics… and I know single chapter fics that are 30K words LOL LOL! So I’ll assume you’re looking for a shorter wordcount fics, as opposed to chapter count, LOL.

First of all, you can check out these past “short fic lists” I’ve done!

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

25 Fave Johnlock One Shots (April 2018)

Fics Under 2000 w.

I think I’ll take this opportunity to post up the next set of “Under 2000 w.” fic list, how about that? :) If you want something other than that, let me know, and I’ll look for something else for you :P As a side note, on every one of my personal rec lists, all my shorter fics are always listed first, so if you like the topic but just want a quick read, go ahead and check out the first few fics until you hit a word count too big for ya

FICS UNDER 2,000w. PT. 2

When Morning Comes by Youarethelightoftheworld (T, 423 w. || Christmas Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Lazy Mornings/Morning After, Fluff and Angst, Sleepy Cuddles, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling / Snuggling, Emotional Hurt/Comfort) – “Sherlock,” says John solemnly, “I’m not sure we can go anywhere today.”

The Moment When by drekadair (K, 509 w. || TGG Fic, Friendship, First Person POV Sherlock, Introspection, Worried Sherlock) – Sherlock sees John in the pool, and doubts. Set during the end of “The Great Game.”

Do You Love Me? by whitchry9 (K, 641 w. || Friendship, Family, Epic Bromance) – John asks Sherlock perhaps the most important question.

New World, Old Words by thedeafwriter (G, 641 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Always John) – It was disconcerting to experience. One second, he was laying on the table, breathing in the gas that would make him sleep, the next, he was dragging his eyes open to look around the bright room, trying to wake up.

Promise of Sussex by LittleLongHairedOutlaw (T, 705 w. || First Person POV Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Angst, Pining, Ambiguous Ending) – John tries to keep Sherlock conscious after he’s been shot on a case.

Promises Kept by grannysknitting (K+, 844 w. || John POV, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship / Pre-Slash, Sherlock’s Violin, Worried Sherlock, John Whump, Post-TGG) – When they were in hospital, Sherlock made a promise to himself. Now he’s keeping it. Set after ’Polygamous Marriage’ but before ’Back in the Saddle’

Possessive by Fang323 (T, 850 w. || John Whump, Hospitalization, Possessive / Protective Sherlock, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort) – His John did not belong. Not here. Not in this blasted hospital. It simply was not logical.

Concussions And Good Old Fashioned Awkwardness by Belldere (K+, 894 w. || Humour, Hospitals, Mild John Whump, Misunderstandings, Platonic Relationship, Concussions, Not-Gay John, Possessive Sherlock) – When John lands himself in hospital… again, all he wants is to just get out of there as soon as possible, too bad his doctor has other ideas about where John may be getting his injuries. Good thing concussions make everything strangely funnier.

Burn Burn by Jenn1984 (K+, 925 w. || Post-TGG, Angst, Worried / Panicked / Possessive Sherlock) – A week after the events of “The Great Game”, Sherlock returns to 221B Baker Street to find it empty.

Devil’s in the Details (Isn’t that what you always say?) by Rae Himura (K, 976 w. || Angst, Sarah POV) – It was the little things Sarah noticed. (Or, some things even the world’s only consulting detective can’t see.)

Sherlock Is Not The One You Should Worry About by AllesandraQuartermaine (K, 1,077 w. || Sally POV, Character Reflection, Praising John) – Sally Donovan’s eyes are opened about a certain Doctor John Watson.

Sherlock’s Mind Palace by Valkyrie Of The Dead (K+, 1,091 w. ||  Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Deaths, Self Reflection) – Sherlock needs to change his mind-palace once again. He had hoped he wouldn’t, he had thought he wouldn’t, because they were invincible, weren’t they?

Idiot by Anesthesiologist (T, 1,229 w. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Alternate TGG / Explosion, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Inner Monologue, John Saves Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – What the heck happened? He remembered the pool and Moriarty, but then what? Had he been dying?

The Simple Separation Will Not Come Between Us by The Circus (T, 1,278 w. || Hurt/Comfort, MCD, Violence, Heavy Angst, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Prose) – The choice is simple. Real, and No John. Or Not Real, and John. For a prompt that says ‘John dies and Sherlock loses himself in his Mind Palace’

God Save The Queen by Alice Day (K+, 1,398 w. || Humour, Mystery, Friendship) – Sherlock has a new case. John is petrified. The Queen is amused.

I Was Wrong by AllesandraQuartermaine (K, 1,496 w. || TGG AU, Friendship, Hospitalization / Injury, John’s Self Esteem, Sleepy Sherlock) – Sherlock and John have a conversation a few days after the pool face off with Moriarty. And John hears something quite surprising.

Left In The Ashes by zoltargirl (T, 1,497 w. || Angst, MCD, Angry Sherlock, Brutal Violence) – Rage is a unique quality in all human beings. In Sherlock Holmes, it’s terrifying.

Angel by MrsNoggin (T, 1,513 w. || Winglock, Friendship, Chromoesthesia, Drugging) – John is an angel. That can be the only explanation. A response to the challenging request for a realistic wingfic one-shot.

Together is What we Have, Together Protects Us by Phantom of the Black Pearl (K+, 1,566 w. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Platonic or Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Insecure Sherlock, Worried Sherlock, Slice of Life) – After a case one evening in the flat Sherlock voices a concern that causes the pair to consider why they’ve chosen to stick together after all that’s happened.

A Long Way To Home by PeaceLoveAndCheese (T, 1,568 w. || Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Reunion Fic) – Human emotions are tiring, troublesome things. And Sherlock wants to be known as anything but that. No matter how hard you try though, you’re only human. And it’s been a long year.

Quite Contrary by Hollyesque (T, 1,805 w. || HLV Fic, Sherlock Whump / After Mary Shot Sherlock, Hallucinations / Flashbacks / PTSD, Hospitalization, Hurt/Comfort, Lestrade POV, ) – A short one-shot, alternate scene to Greg’s hospital visit in HLV. Instead of Sherlock disappearing, Greg is faced with an unexpected reaction to a hospitalized Sherlock and winds up figuring out something that he really would have rather not known.

BBCSH 'Poor Mary’ by tigersilver (M, 1,839 w.|| HLV Fic, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Missing Scene, Sherlock POV) – As the tin says above, this is a missing scene, set directly after Sherlock awakens in hospital after having been shot by his best mate’s wife. Minor angst, some pining, nothing nasty; please don’t be alarmed unduly.

Like Euphoria and Scotch by FinAmour (M, 1,856 w. || Five and One, Alchohol / Drinking, POV Second Person Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Imagination, Armchair Sex, Fluff, Happy Ending) – 5 different ways it all could have gone + the one way it actually works itself out.

One in Ten Thousand by Blind Author (K+, 1,856 w. || Post-TGG, Friendship / Pre-Slash, Discussions of Violence, Worried then Curious Sherlock, Scars/John’s Bullet Wound, Medical Anomolies) – John seems to have unusual mobility for a shoulder wound…

Caught by Salambo06 (E, 1,859 w. || Frottage, First Time / Kiss, Bed Sharing, Wet Dreams, POV John, Masturbation) – A hotel room. They’re here for a case, hadn’t planned to spend the night and ended up sharing a room. No, sharing a bed. Suddenly John is very much aware of his own hand closed around his hard cock and the ragged breathing next to him. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, John dares to turn his head just enough to confirm what he already knows. Sherlock, on his side, watching him.

Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil by PipMer (T, 1,895 w. || Deaf John, Mute Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Fluff and Angst, Character Study, Morse Code, Love Confessions) – John is deaf. Sherlock is mute. There are no two people more suited for each other.

The Adventure of the Mysterious Appearance of Tissues by Gwen’s Blue Box (K+, 1,910 w. || Fluff, Humour, Sick John, Caring Sherlock, Hurt/Comfort) – In which there is a case, John has caught a cold and is not interested in investigating, Mrs Hudson is away and Sherlock does the shopping.

They’re Taking My Wisdom by whitchry9 (K+, 1,939 w. || Hurt/Comfort, Drugging, Dentists, Friendship, Anxious Sherlock, Humour) – Sherlock goes to the dentist. Of course, being Sherlock, things have to be complicated. Oh and drugs. They’re always fun.

[veganmikehanlon]

10 and 25 for hanbrough if you please! otherwise any pairing will do ♥

you know that thing where u can’t even search ur own blog for something you /literally/ tagged? this was something like…idk something but it reminded me of something i already wrote so i Really have no reason for not posting it sooner other than procrastination being my middle name so anyways, this:

Mike doesn’t mean to start writing a sex scene while sitting in a Starbucks, but he’d tried writing at home, well it’s just his parents house now, and his mom kept walking in trying to talk to him. So he left the old farmhouse and drove into his newly modernized hometown of good ol’ Derry, Maine.

It’d started with a piece of his story inspiring a memory from his own sex life. Something he’d done forever ago with an ex. Secretly, in a tent. Surrounded by friends. Not their most shining moment but it was hot and applicable to his current story.

He’s in the middle of writing about tongues sliding together when his eyes are drawn to the sound of the shop door opening. He almost chokes when he sees who it is walking in. Well, daydream about sex with your ex and he shall appear. Mike ducks behind his things to hide because he’s panicking.

Mike watches Bill walk to the counter, he observes the broad lines of his shoulders move under familiar flannel; and how the end of his short blond french braid, mostly held together by multi-colored bobby-pins, brushes the collar in a physical reminder of how long it’s been since they’ve seen each other.

He walks through the room with the same gentle confidence that he always had, and it still draws the same admiring gazes from those around him. Mike’s eyes flicker between Bill and his computer screen, the incriminating words screaming at him, and then he catches sight of Bills’ smile and the perfect adjective pops into his head.

Just like that he’s writing again, more caught up in his story than he’s been in the last 30 minutes. Words stream from his fingertips and a scene unfolds, bits and pieces of Mike’s past slipping through, and just as he’s writing a description of how exciting it is to make someone moan as loud as you can make them laugh, he’s interrupted.

“Hi,” a soft voice calls, startling Mike from his head making him jump and hit his knees against the table, a move that almost sends his coffee toppling, but two pairs of hands shoot out to catch the wobbling cup. Bills’ hand settles warmly over Mike’s before he draws it back with an awkward chuckle.

A shiver runs through Mike as Bill’s fingers brush over his knuckles, and he looks up at the man before him with wide eyes. “Hi,” he squeaks, this entire situation sending him careening out of his comfort zone. Bill clears his throat before speaking (an old habit) “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he says with a wince.

Mike chuckles nervously, his voice coming out a bit high and strained, “it’s okay I was just, um, writing.” This might be the most uncomfortable he’s ever been in his life. But Bill looks excited and he falls into the chair opposite Mike, setting his coffee and a notebook down on the open space.

“You’re writing?” He asks, a smile spreading across his face, and Mike has to smile back because oh yeah, they’d once shared everything with each other and Bill knows all about Mikes’ commitment-phobia to writing.

Mike quickly switches programs, an attempt at putting the niggling guilt in his chest away. “Yeah, just this story for this thing,” he answers vaguely, and they pause for an awkward second before Bill starts to ramble. “I’ve been working on drawing (a sentence that makes Mike proud too), I’m in a portrait class right now at school, and I came here to people watch and I saw you, and I was wondering if you’d mind if I practiced drawing you?”

Mike gasps softly in surprise at the request, “uh, what? You want to draw me?” The words fall from his mouth without his input, any functional part of his brain currently caught in a dumpster fire, set by this stupid story that is making an already uncomfortable situation of running into an ex just that much worse!

And then Bill is talking again, “well my art style has changed and I thought it’d be cool to get a comparison, you  know, a then and now? It’s cool if you don’t want me to, no biggie, just thought I’d ask, but actually? Never mind,” he starts gathering his things into his arms, “sorry for bothering you, it was nice seeing you, bye!”

He starts to get up but stops when Mike bursts out laughing, his cheeks reddening, and he stays frozen uncomfortably. And Mike doesn’t mean to, but seeing Bill so obviously out of his comfort zone has him cracking up, the situation making him feel hysterical, and he can’t quite stop the laughter bubbling out.

Mike manages enough words to get Bill to settle back down. “Hey man it’s cool, it’s good seeing you too, you know me, I love to help.” Bill settles back into the seat and flips his sketchbook open with an eye roll. Mike can’t help but tease him, he starts shifting through different dramatic poses, making Bill laugh loudly. A hand behind his head, his bicep bulging, Thinking Man pose, his smile barely suppressed-

And Mike ends his display by lewdly flicking his tongue between his fingers. “Jesus Mike!” Bill sputters out between laughs and Mike raises his hands in an innocent gesture, his own laughs ringing out through the space between them. “Sorry, I’m done!” He surrenders with an amused snort.

Bill sticks his tongue out childishly at him and flips the pages of his notebook to a blank page, “just go back to what you were doing weirdo,” he says softly and Mike lets out another laugh before following his directions. Well, not exactly since he’d literally been writing about his and Bill’s sex life. Oops.

He fucks around on his computer for a bit, opening and closing a few homework assignments (yeah right like he’d be able to concentrate right now), editing bits and pieces in other stories, he even plays a couple rounds of solitaire. But his attention is scattered after three lattes (that’s 2…4…6 espresso shots) and the adrenaline rushing through him from Bill sitting across from him drawing him which requires Bill to look at him with his blue as fuck eyes-

“Hey you wanna go somewhere?” The question bursts from Mike and he cringes at the abruptness. “Wait, you’re drawing, never mind,” Mike amends with a shake of his head. But Bill just flips his book closed with a simple “yep,” and starts chugging the last bit of his coffee.

Mike packs up quickly and, swinging his backpack over his shoulders, follows Bill out of the shop.

“Holy shit, is that Silver?” Mike exclaims incredulously when they walk outside. Bill laughs and leads the way to the old bike where it’s locked up by the building. “Yeah, Georgie didn’t wanna give up the car, so I’m stuck with her.” Bill explains. Mike runs a hand over the handlebars with a small smile, “seems smaller than she used to,” he comments, nostalgia rushing through him. Bill hums in agreement, “easier to handle too,” he comments steadily belaying the nervous shake in his next words, “and still big e-e-enough to ruh-ride double.”

Mike grins excitedly, “why Mr. Denbrough, are you going to show me a good time around town?” Bill’s face lights up with a wide grin and giggling, he unlocks his bike quickly, “it’d be my puh-pleasure, Mr. Hanlon.” They drop their things in Mike’s truck before racing recklessly out of the parking lot, Bill pedaling frantically and Mike hanging on tight to his waist, praying he doesn’t go flying off the back of the bike.

It’s weird spending all day with an ex, but they’d been best friends for just as long as they dated, and it’s as easy as it’s always been. They ride through the streets of Derry just like when they were kids, taking turns too fast and speeding over bumps. Mike’s teeth click together but it barely registers over the barrage of other sensations. The softness of Bill’s waist under his hands, the warmth between his back and Mike’s chest, the soft blond hairs flying into his face where they come loose from the braid and bobby pins.

It’s a lot of old and new sensations that has Mike’s head spinning.

They ride until Bill complains of shin splints, his face red and a little sweaty. Mike totally doesn’t think of licking the sweat from his brow because that would be weird. They ride back to Starbucks and load Silver into Mike’s truck. They sit in the cab, unsure where to go from here. They decide to live out the nostalgia further, and head to the barrens.

“Can you help me get all these out?” Bill asks gesturing to the many bobby-pins in his hair. Mike pats the spot on the truck bed next to him and Bill sighs a “thank you” as he sits with his back turned to him. Mike begins to gently pull the clips from his hair, doing his best not to pull knowing full well Bill is tender-headed.

He brushes the hair out with his fingers as it’s freed in sections until all the pins are out and Bill’s hair is a wild mane framing his face. Bill had shifted to face him when Mike got to the sections held back in the front, and Mike watches his face carefully. His eyes are closed and his face is relaxed in contentment. He’s always liked having his hair played with, no doubt part of the inspiration to grow it out.

Mike finds himself fiddling with the ends of his hair, carefully brushing it back from his face. He’s too distracted watching the soft strands fall through his fingers to notice Bills’ eyes have opened to watch him.

They used to lay in bed together, Bill on Mike’s chest, while Mike would drag a hand through Bill’s hair while they cooled down. Sometimes they would talk and other times they would lay in silence, just letting themselves feel the moment.

Lost in his thoughts Mike doesn’t notice Bill moving his face slowly closer, or how his hand has ceased it’s ministrations running through soft blond hair to rest gently on his cheek, he doesn’t realize he’s guiding Bill’s lips to his own until they’re barely a breath apart. And then soft lips land on his and awareness comes crashing over him.

They both freeze for a second, they’re mouths held stiff against the other, and then Mike opens his mouth slightly to pull Bills’ bottom lip in between his. And with that Bill is pushing forward and Mike unfolds his legs so he can slot in-between his knees. They kiss desperately, mouths moving together hot and slick. Mike moans softly at the feeling.

And then he’s pushing away because holy shit, “did you-“ he pants and Bill moves to kiss his neck at the interruption, unwilling to stop whatever this is. Mike is totally okay with that but, “you didn’t eat meat today did you?”

Bill stops his traveling lips, body going stiff in the not fun way. It may have been something they used to argue about when they were dating, Mike thought it was gross to kiss Bill after he’d eaten meat, and Bill didn’t get what the big deal was. Mike thinks maybe he ruined the moment but then Bill is grinding his hips down into him and he drag his lips up Mike’s neck to his ear, making him keen at the sensations, his own hips stuttering to meet the boy’s above him.

“Not yet,” Bill whispers grinding down into the v of Mike’s hips harshly, drawing a groan from the man that quickly turns into laughter. Throwing his head back Mike giggles loud and uncontrollably. “Seriously?” He laughs breathlessly, Bill sucking a mark on his neck. He pulls back to look into Mike’s eyes. “Seriously. Your nagging finally got through my thick skull.” Bill says with an eye roll followed by a wink.

“Wow, fuck, that was such a fucking turn on.” Mike says drawing Bill closer with a hand on the back of his neck and kisses him passionately.

[dominoes-official]

DAY 1

So like, today. I went fishing, and like, catched a pretty big fish right? 

I called it Fishannen. So like later that day, I ate Fishannen. 

Because it has a big nose. It was tasty. So liek that same night, I went to saunannen, a club for people who like saunas. 

And we had like gangbang, and we used like trees. And hit eachother. Afterwards I went to like you know, gym. 

And jumped on the trampolinnen. It was fun. Then it was night, and I went fishing again. And catched like more fish. 

Because 1000 lakes, right?

DAY 2

So like, hello again Diary. I'm like, back. Yesterday was great fun. 

But so was today. t was great fun. we played like sauna games? 

First we ran to outside and grabbed like branches and trees and flowers. 

then we like ran back to inside the saunannen, and hit eachother with it. 

it was great fun! later like we went fishing naked, then when we had fish we like put our little peninnen inside their mouth. 

it was awesome! then with the fishes around our peninnen we went jumped on trampolines naked. it was great fun!

DAY 3

Dear diary, it's like me again, Toikkanen. Today I like went to the Saunaen, but it was closed, 

because we broke it during a gangbang the night before. So I like stood there naked thinking of like what to do, 

and I like decided to go to the lake to see if i could catch some fish, 

The lake was all like frozen so I like beat a hole in it with my peninnen, 

and then I tied a little string to my peninnen and like put lowered i into the water, 

and like a fish bite my peninnen, and like I ran around, until i found a trampollinen, 

and i like jumpe on it, and then it was like cold so my mom was like "COME TO INSIDE" 

and I like went inside, and put the fish on my peninnen in a pot and cooked it, 

and the ate it rigt off the penninen, Because that's how you do real finnish barbeque. 

Anyways, I'm gonna go to the Sauna again and gangbang becauyse that's what Toikkanen does all day.

DAY 4

Today I had to lie in a saunanen hospital all day due to penninen pains. Like because like yesterday i used it to fish. 

And like ate a fish off it too. Usually you only do one of the things, or eat of someone else's pennins to avoid back pains. 

But like, I lay in the saunanen hospital when my friend lollikanen, 

comes in and is like "arku passaja vav likenenana jarustalla" which is finninen for "You wanna go inside to a saunanen?" 

and I was like "ARKU SAMMA JARuSTALLAL SAUNANENE!" which means "I ARE ALREADY TO SAUNA". So like he left. and like I ate fish. 

When this doctor comes in and puts a fish on my penninen. 

And is "Fiski polpla vonn?" which is like "Fish hurt ur enor no k?" and I was like no. 

And he like threw my out of the window, and wasl ike "U R CURD LOL COME TO INSIDE SAUNA AND WE GANGBANG" so i did that, and it was fun.

DAY 5

Today, i went to like the lake again. it was still frozen, and like the people were playing ice hokcey

I asked if I could join but they said no. I was pretty sad, so I like went to trampolinnen hall. 

But like I broke the trampoline. and they like threw me out. So i like went home, and went to inside. and Mom was like

"go buy fish in store!" but she didnt give me money, she never does. Cuz she know i go to lake and get it myself.

So i like went to the lake. but it was still frozen. and like the hockey people didn't want me to join. and then i like

broked a hole again in teh ice. with my peninnen. And like one hockeyplayer like fell right like trough it and like died?

I was like scary, because all the hockey players were like mad. but like they sed they needed like new player no so I sed

can i join lol? so they said its okay. so I like participated. it was fun. and like, well i like fell right on the same stop like

where i broke the hole right there. and broke like nothing, because water. but i was all cold so like ran to saunannen

and there was this old men with like trees, and they like hit me. so hard. like, almost lost my virginity to liek ants and flies that were still on there.

and i like went to the hospital again, and like, lying in the bed, with fish around my peninnen, like writing no? it's like almost midnight. 

so i like write next entry tomorro k?

DAY 6

Saturday morning, I'm like still in saunanen hospital, and like my icehockey buddies came over and like they brought flowers, 

which they hit me with, and I appriceate when a friend does that to you. And some of them even had grille dfish on their peninnen for me, how sweet. 

I like ate it. and they like grabbed me, and put skates on me and took me to the lake, and we like tried to play hockey, but we had no sticks. 

So we had to use our peninnen, and like I was the goalie, so I used my balls as defence. 

It hurts quite a lot, but I like that too, because the old men in the saunanen usually hits me there with trees. 

And like everyone falled into the hole and died except me so, I like went to the gym because otherwise I'd break down, 

and like jumped on the broken trampolinen. And my mom came in when i stood there jumping naked. 

and was like "ARTU RIKKE FISKI KÖÖPO!?" Which means "Where the fuck is the fish you were supposed to buy?!" 

So I like went out and caught a fish on my peninnen and gave to my mom, and we like ate it, and my dad was like "SAUNANEN!!!!!!" 

and then i went to my bed, which is made of sauna stones, and fish.

DAY 7

So, like, finally sunday, the day I've been waiting for since last sunday. 

Because every sunday is the national saunanen day, and we celebreate by having a large Saunanen party. 

We invite all of the town to the ULTRA-SAUNANEN and have a big gangbang. 

We hit each other with trees and stuff, just like on regular saunanen visits.

And one of the fat old men, Örke, hit me with a tree on his peninnen, and I like liked it, 

so he did it again, on my nose. Which is so large that half of it is outside the saunanen. 

Anyways, this made me sneeze, so like everone in the whole saunanen was covered in snot, 

and they like hit me with trees, because they like being covered in snot. 

And like then we went to bath in the frozen lake, bt everyone died due to coldness. 

So now I'm like the only one still alive in Finland. Anyways, I'm gonna go peninnen fishing now.

Artu pajvannen for now! 

-Toikkanen.