#I'm being impatient but aa

[c0zyrainfall]

It's been 1.5 months since "yes I can read minds" 🥲

[gwenhysteria]

nerd!abby x reader

cw: cunnilingus (aa!recieving) , smut DUH , some plot idk , established relationship , lowk shit writing , pet names (baby)

you were watching abby read her book. her arm was slightly draped over your body, and your leg was atop of hers. you were running your fingers tips up and down her toned stomach.

"when will you be done?" you whined, getting impatient and desperately wanting her attention. "i'm not even close to being done, baby." she whispered, focused on her book with an annoyed tone hidden deeply in her voice. you rolled your eyes, eventually learning that no matter what she wasn't just gonna stop reading.

you pressed your palm straight down onto her stomach and rubbed instead of just dragging your fingers. you felt how toned her abs were, how her arm locked you into place close to her.. you took all of her in and your hand slowly dragged down to the top of her pants.

you smirked to yourself and it was like a light bulb popped up in your head. you threw her arm off you, and she looked at you weirdly, but decided to not say anything. you sat up, not even trying to be subtle about it, and sat yourself between her legs.

the dropped her book onto her chest and cocked an eyebrow at you. "just keep reading your book, abs." you told her, and she, for some reason, listened. you smiled slyly and fiddled with the waistband of her sweatpants, getting your fingers under. you pulled them off her, and she bucked her hips to make it easier for you.

you leaned down, faced with her cunt, and licked a little kitten lick up her folds. she spread her legs wider to give you more access, and she sucked in a breath. “shit, you drive me insane..” she spoke under her breath.

you put your hands steady on her big hips and went all in. you flicked your tongue on her clit and she groaned. her big hand found its way to the back of your head and shoved you farther into her cunt. you fingernails dug into her flesh while you repeatedly lick her pussy like it’s your last meal.

“fuck, make me feel so good, baby.” she managed to moan out, bucking her hips into your face. your tongue swirled against her entrance. your saliva and her juices ran down your face and made your lips and chin wet.

her thick thighs tightened around your head as she sensed her high coming. and before she even knew it she was releasing all over your face. you moan into her cunt and lap up every drop of her cum.

her thighs release you from her grip, and you sit back up. “gosh, you couldn’t wait til i was done with one chapter?” she asked, laughing. you shook your head and grinned. “no.”

you crawled up on top of her, face-to-face and caught her mouth into a kiss. her lips were soft, and you moved you hands to caress her cheeks.

sorry this is saur bad and the shortest thing to ever be written ever… can you tell this is my first time writing smut?? i bet u can, anyways request puhlease <33

[dark-and-kawaii]

hi hello beloved me again .. consider this :

ascended astarion and raphael using you while you’re tied up .. idk if you write ascended astarion stuff but i think your style would be amazing for AA

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ Bound & Used

─ Pairing: Ascended Astarion - Raphael x F!Tav/Reader (separately)

─ Content: NSFW - Belly Bulge - Knotting - Bound/Tied Up - Ascended Astarion Is His Own Warning - Blood - Cunt Eating - Biting - Finger Sucking

─ Notes: Oh yes!!! I haven’t written for Astarion in a long time but I’d be happy to fulfill this request!!! I mean who doesn’t want to be absolutely fucked senseless by a mean Vampire and a Devil?!?!?!

─── Raphael ───

You only thought you were coming here for a drink, to celebrate and unwind with the Devil you came to know. What you didn't expect was to be tied up to his grand bed by the end of the night, his hot breath caressing your ear, and his deep, dark voice telling you all the deliciously naughty things he plans for you.

Your face was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, and your damp hair clung to your face as his cock bullied its way deeper into you. It wasn't even his girth or length that left you feeling so full and stretched, but the ridges that ran the underside of his cock that made every thrust feel so incredibly intense and amazing. It almost felt like he'd split you in half from how full you felt, and yet your hips jerked back to meet him in every thrust.

“T-tease my tummy mn'more, pl-please!”

Raphael chuckled, his own sweat covering his infernal body, “Such an eager little pup~”

He brought his large clawed hand to your stomach where he could see the outline of his cock through your abdomen and pressed down on it, “So impatient.” The devil groaned before bucking his hips at a much more rapid pace, his knot pushing past your lips, spreading and stretching them so nicely- threatening to tear you apart. His hand continued to tease your tummy, stroking his shaft through the taut skin as his tip began to push further into you-

You whimpered as he did so, feeling your insides being rearranged by his fiendish cock until you cried those delectable tears that he oh so adored. 

Another sharp thrust is all it took to force his knot into your hungry depths…

“Ah- Nyhooo~ Yo-You're gonna brreakk meee fo-for real~” You writhed beneath his large crimson frame, your arms tugging against their restraints, the cuffs rubbing your wrists raw, “Raaaphaelll~~~”

And that's exactly what he planned to do. Break you, shatter you, mold you into his perfect toy and lover, make you a slave to his cock, his scent, and his touch.

“You're mine…” He growled lowly, his hand moving away from your belly so that it could cup your chin, turning it so that he could look into your eyes. Those charming, tearful eyes…

“Y-yes!” You gasped out as he pushed himself deeper, his knot making it impossible to pull out.

“I'm the only one who gets to do this, am I not?” His hand squeezed your face, his claws digging into the tender flesh of your cheeks and chin, and yet you loved every moment of it.

“Ye-yes! I'm yours! M'Yo-yours to use-use~”

“Good pup.” Raphael purred, a toothy smile on his face.

A pathetic whine left you at the sound of his praise, and you squeezed your eyes shut when his tail began to tease your clit again.

“O-oh, FUCK!” Your entire body trembled and shook beneath his.

The devil leaned in close and let out a low moan, his hand sliding away from your face so that his thumb could run over your quivering lips, “Go on, let go,”

You did.

With a high pitched cry of his name, you did, and you were met with a flood of his cum spilling deep into you- the feel of his cum filling you up to the point of overflowing past his delicious knot, and it was so, so warm... You could feel how it sloshed around inside of you with every jerk of his hips,  and how the tip of his cock kissed the entrance to your womb…

You wanted more.

More.

More.

“Pl-please-e…” You whimpered out, looking up at him, a weak smile on your lips, “M-more…”

You were his. Body, mind, and soul. You were Raphael’s little mouse~ His perfect obedient little pup~

Raphael's tongue slid out of his maw and lapped at your tear stained cheeks, the tip teasing the corners of your lips, “There's only one voice you shall listen to now.”

His knot was still firmly buried inside of you, keeping his cum locked tight in your cunt, his seed filling you so completely, “Say it,” He hissed.

“Y-Your voice~ My devil~” You whispered softly, a blissful expression on your face.

─── Astarion ───

The vampire lord keeps you locked away in his room, bound to his bed with vermillion silk ribbons, away from his spawns and servants. You're his queen, his lover, and his most prized pet... Your life now full of nothing but pleasure.

“Ah-starion! W-wait!!! S'too much!!!” Your body was littered with bruises and bites, your plush thighs painted in a crimson hue from the gashes his nails and fangs left behind- your body spread wide, revealing your wetness and clit to the vampire who was buried between your legs.

Astarion didn't seem to care, your words falling on deaf ears as he continued to feast on your cunt, licking and biting, while two fingers curled into you, rubbing along your inner walls. His nails dragging ever so slightly along your sweet spot, drawing a long moan out of your mouth, one that was cut off by another gasp when he pressed his tongue against your clit, “I-I can't!!!”

“Darling, if I were you I wouldn't speak so loud... My spawns will hear you.” His tone was playful, “Or is that what you want?” a mischievous grin pulling at his lips as he looked up at you- your glossed over eyes meeting his own, a deep crimson that reminded you of the blood that was dripping from your thighs... Those eyes that once held actual love for you, but now only held hunger, lust, and possession... 

As he licked his lips slowly, his long red tongue ran along his fangs that glistened in the candlelight… The same tongue that was inside of you just moments ago...

You always loved the sight of his fangs when he smiled. And how they clashed with his cheery face... How they once felt so good, scraping along your skin and sinking into the crook of your neck or inner thigh... But now, it was a burning pain, over and over he would sink his fangs into you until he was pleasantly full. 

Your eyes darted away from him and onto the ribbons that bound you to the bed- the ribbons that seemed to get tighter each time he made your back arch... You wanted to be disgusted by his words- by his actions, but despite how horrible it was at times, and despite you missing the old him between your legs... 

“Astarion- P-please Ah-I want-need you inside…” your voice was quiet, shaky, but his keen hearing could pick up even the faintest whisper.

“You always beg so nicely for me darling.” You bit your lip at his words, “But I don't think you've had enough fun yet~” He cooed, a finger gently stroking your cheek, the pad of his thumb pressing against your lips, “Be a dear and open your mouth for me, won't you?”

You did as you were told, opening your mouth just a bit wider, allowing him to push his thumb past your lips and against your tongue, “Now be a good little thing and suck.” Astarion hummed, and you did as you were told, your lips wrapping around his thumb and sucking gently.

“Such a good girl for me…” His other hand never left your sopping cunt, his fingers moving faster now, the sounds of your wetness echoing through the room. He was still smirking, his gaze focused on you and the way you moved underneath him, the way your eyes fluttered as your tongue wrapped around his thumb, “Just like that.” He whispered, “Maybe I should have my way with these pretty lips again? Just to see those lovely tears fall down your cheeks once more…” he hummed.

Slipping his thumb out of your mouth, he watched as a small trail of saliva connected his thumb to your lip before it broke. Astarion pulled his fingers out of you, earning a soft whine in return, “Look at the mess you've made of my hand.” pulling his fingers from you and holding them up, the pads of his fingers slick and shiny, the digits dripping with your juices. “be a dear and clean it.”

“i-”, your breath was shaky as you opened your mouth once more, the vampire taking this opportunity to slip his fingers into your mouth, humming in delight when he felt your tongue lick and suck them clean.

Your face contorted in disgust- your stomach churning as you tasted yourself, his fingers pushing further into your mouth making you gag.

“A-ah! there it is.” he chuckled, the tone in his voice was sickening, “What's the matter? Don't like the taste of your own cunt?”

Your eyes darted to him once more- glaring, but the look only amused him more. Astarion pulled his fingers from your mouth, the string of saliva running down your chin, “pl-please! jus-”

His knee pressed against your aching cunt, rubbing against it roughly, your voice cracking mid sentence.

“Gods! fu-PPLEAASE-” your words were interrupted by the sudden pressure on your cunt- a moan escaping your lips as he rubbed harder against you, “S-stop teasing me please!!!”

“But we've barely started my love. You want me to fuck you, but I'm enjoying the show too much.” He cooed, a smile crossing his lips as he continued to rub against you, his eyes never leaving your body, his knee jamming into you- a soft whimper leaving your mouth.

“N-no more teas-ing ple-please!!!” your hips bucked up, a silent plea for more as your arms shaking uncontrollably in their binds.

“Oh darling, we've only just begun”

A scream of pain ripped through the air- the sound of flesh ripping echoing through the room as Astarion sank his fangs into soft tissues of your breast. His teeth digging deeper, causing you to scream louder- tears welling in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks.

Your head fell back against the pillows, another scream leaving your lips. It hurt. It all hurts. It was too much. Your cunt was throbbing, your clit aching as his knee dug into it... The feeling was almost euphoric- the pain and pleasure mixing together like a drug...

His tongue lapped at the wound, drinking every last drop of blood that flowed from it, a satisfied groan leaving him...

You tried, you really did try to stay conscious- to hold on just a bit longer- to fight the drowsy feeling that began to wash over you, but soon your eyes fluttered shut and your body went limp.

It's okay though…

You'll awake again- to the feeling of dried blood and cum on your skin and a vampire between your legs.

[rillian4e]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Wriothesley

cw: vaginal sex, finger sucking, spanking, slight size kink, fem!reader, daddy kink, use of pet names etc...

summary: your lover who was as usual, preoccupied with his work, endless responsibilities and paperwork for him to deal with, it was unbearable but he finally managed to find some time for you, how will you two spend it?

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how long had it been since you last spent a night with your beloved? your mind cannot remember when it was, these past weeks were all the same work, work, work and more work. to say that that you've been missing him to death would be an understatement, his busy schedule left you feeling lonely and oh so helpless—wishing wriothesley was there to help you, to fuck you.

thankfully the day came eventually, wriothesley had told you he was finished with his work and you immediately squealed in happiness, going over to him and hugging him. as attentive as always, the duke was quick to notice what you really wanted. he knew you better than anyone and he'd be foolish to not have known that you'd be needy for him.

"missed me that much, love?" he cooed, giving you a kiss on the side of your head before placing you on top of his desk, your arms slipped around his neck, pulling him into a messy and desperate kiss. ah ...how much you've missed those lips of his, the way he knew exactly what you wanted.

you didn't waste any time in letting him know that you were impatient, your fingers sloppily fiddling with his belt—hoping to hear his approval before proceeding. he only chuckled at you, whispering a quick, "already moving that fast, sweetheart? go on, do what you want, no one's stopping you."

you undid his belt, freeing his already erect cock out of its confinement, the sight of seeing him like this had you realizing just how much you missed him and by the way he was already greedily marking up your neck, he must have missed you terribly as well. his hands were quick to pull down your panties but instead of filling you like you'd craved, his fingers went to your lips.

"open," you understood what he meant, obediently opening your mouth as two of his digits entered, your tongue swirled around them, sucking and licking as if it were his dick. "already such a smart girl, mh?" he giggled as he watched you, lightly pressing his fingers onto your tongue. you didn't know why but you adored when he'd do that, you loved having him inside you, be it your mouth or pussy.

soon his fingers left your mouth, instead going over to your throbbing core and slipping two inside, they went in so easily that it made you embarrassed yet needy for more—for something bigger. wriothesley pumped his digits inside you, curling them in the way that made you moan shamelessly on top of his desk, not caring about the papers underneath you. he really was good with his hands, you wondered when you first got together if they were good in other areas and you were right except they were far, far better.

"aa-ah! d-daddy, c-close! 'm close!" you whimpered, trembling as his fingers hit your g-spot, you could feel that all too familiar feeling forming in your tummy, you were so close as you looked at him for permission. his gaze was loving and tender but you could tell he was desperate himself to feel pleasure and have your tight walls around him but being the gentleman he was, he wouldn't ever let himself feel pleasure before his pretty little angel.

"go on cum, be a good girl and cum for daddy all over his fingers, okay?" the way he spoke was so attractive, his voice fueling your desire for him all the more as you felt yourself reaching your climax, your fluids covering his fingers. after pulling them out with a loud wet pop, he kissed you on the lips, leaving you no time to come down from your high.

"mmh, I'm going to fuck you now, that alright?" he asked, using his hand to tilt your head to look into his eyes—you nodded, letting out a "yes," and burying your head into his shoulder, impatiently biting into his skin. you almost wanted to whine and complain when you felt his tip tease your entrance, not entering as he rubbed his cock head between your pussy lips. you were about to complain when you felt him fully thrust into your cunt, immediately feeling awfully full.

"f-fuck...so tight, I needed this so damn much, princess." he groaned, pressing himself deep into your cunt, hitting your cervix as his thrusts got more rough, his hands spanking your ass, leaving red marks. you loved when he was so rough with you, his hands all over your body, applying firm pressure on your throat all the while fucking himself deep into your cunt. his balls slapping against the flesh of your butt while his lips smashed against yours, tongue seeking yours on instinct.

you'd never loved anything more than nights like these with him, rough and passionate love making between two desperate individuals. it was simply perfect for the two of you. wriothesley himself seemed pent up, his grip on your throat tightening and his pace relentless—manhandling you to his liking. "shit, I'm close... want me to breed this little pussy, hm? want daddy to fill you up with his seed?" his tone was low and husky, eyes meeting your teary eyed ones as you nodded, unable to muster enough strength for a proper sentence.

with you clenching around his cock, he quickly came inside you, filling your womb up, the feeling of fullness was so nice and delicious, but you were left confused when you saw him pull out, you were about to ask him why when you heard him clasp a hand over your mouth.

"hush, we will continue somewhere more private. make sure you don't let anything spill, angel." he put a kiss on your forehead, his finger putting back a bit of his cum that dripped down your thigh. you were embarrassed but still ever so unsatisfied, but maybe this was for the better. the continuous knocks and questions behind the door were starting to get annoying after all.

[makeyoumine69]

Hi! Congratulations on 1,000! Keep up the good work, you're smart! 💯

Point 8, bondage , double penetration. Name is dirty girl. 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Hello, thank you very much for your kindness and your request! I wrote it while I had a fever, so this is pure filth, but I hope you like it.

— Contains: Daddy kink, degradation, mild bondage, blowjobs, balls sucking, rimming, anal sex & fingering, creampie, double penetration, sex toys, slapping, and maybe some more :D

— Links: [MASTERLIST]; [1k Followers Celebration Masterlist]

The moment you felt the harsh ropes tighten around your wrists; you knew there was no escape. Even if you tried to run, Patrick would definitely chase you and then have his way with you because he was too big, too strong.

"Hey, hey. Where's that brave girl I was talking to a few minutes ago?" You heard his stern voice from behind you, as you lay on your side with your hands tied securely together.

"Just get it over with, ah!" you squealed as he slapped your butt roughly, your dress being pulled up and down in the places Bateman needed it. "Owww! It's so tight!"

"Too bad I don't care." He teased, working on something behind your back. 

After a while, the bed flexed under his weight as he positioned himself next to you, completely naked as you felt his throbbing cock brush against your buttocks.

"Mmm," you whined from that sensation, wiggling your hips a little impatiently as both fear and excitement wallowed you in a void of pure filth. "D-Daddy."

Possessively, he grabbed your neck and licked your earlobe, tracing something smooth along your thigh.

"Open that pretty mouth, doll," he demanded, pressing his big palm against your face to cover your eyes and bringing a thick, silicone dildo to your lips. "Come on, suck it."

Submitting, you let the dildo slip into your mouth as you eagerly licked the tip, eliciting a low growl from Bateman's broad chest.

"Ahh, you should see yourself. Such a dirty little girl," he watched how your tongue flicked around the sex toy before he pulled it out with a pop and rolled you onto your belly, leaving you sprawled across the bed with your bound hands hanging over the edge. "Do you like this new toy?"

"Yes," you gasped as he straddled your hips from above, massaging your ass and then spreading your buttocks to reveal your succulent, glistening pussy. "I want to know, Daddy ... maybe it feels even better than your dick."

Patrick just let out a soft chuckle, admiring the view of your tight little holes.

"Aha, keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours." He declared with a sly grin on his face, spitting on his dick as he began to stroke himself. 

"I'm so scared I'm shaking!" Your sarcastic tone became the endpoint for you.

As soon as you said that, you felt the silicone thickness poking at your wet opening, and then you almost screamed as Patrick pushed the dildo almost all the way in. 

"A-aww, oh f-fuck, aarhh!" You writhed on your abdomen, especially when Patrick's long fingers found their way to your tight asshole, stretching it painfully as he pushed three digits in at once. 

"What is it, honey? Too much for you already?"

"D-Daddy, I'm so f-full, GOSH!" you tried to release your hands as you detected his hot breath between your buttocks. "Oh shit, awww ... Patrick ... "

You parted your mouth in a muffled moan as Bateman began to swirl his tongue around your rim, occasionally prodding it and continuing to fuck you with the dildo.

"Aa-aah, your mouth, Daddy ... fuck it feels so ... so g-good!"

"I can tell, mmm," he lapped at your crotch, licking your burning flesh wherever he could. "You're always such a slut for me ... "

He then bit your buttock and turned on the vibration mode. Damn, you didn't even know this toy had that option. As you wriggled around the sheets, you felt him shift his position and soon Patrick was standing in front of your trembling little form, his dick wrapped firmly in his hand.

"You know what to do, my dirty girl." He moved closer to your face, jerking off his fat girth again and again.

Fuck, the vibration was too strong to ignore, so you had to pull yourself together and do what he wanted. Breathing heavily, you took his big balls into your mouth and sucked them with pleasure, your saliva constantly running down your chin, making a slick, dirty sound that echoed across his bedroom.

"Mmm, that's it, girl ... keep going," Patrick groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes - that felt even better than ecstasy, better than any drug. "You make Daddy so proud."

You whimpered as he held your head in place and buried his sac almost completely in your abused mouth. If your hands were free, you would definitely try to lean on his firm hips, but all you could do now was breathe rapidly through your nostrils, with tears covering your vision like a white veil as the vibration didn't stop for a second.

Huffing, Bateman made a few more strokes before pulling himself out, squeezing your chin and forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Are you sure you're not going to beg me to stop, honey?"

You just stared back at him in a challenging way, causing his lips to curl into a satisfied smile. Tracing a thumb across your dripping mouth, he kissed your temple and then turned you on your side and covered you from behind.

"Oh, mmm, Daddy! Aaaw-www!" your body tensed like a string as he suddenly slammed into your ass, lifting your leg higher to fuck you deeper. "S-so close ... God ... p-please."

"Shit, your ass squeezes me so perfectly, mhmm," he growled, gritting his teeth as he sensed the buzz of vibration along his length. "Fuck, I'm going to pump you with my cum ... you little slut … you're going to be so full of my cum!"

Your screams and inane babbling were music to his ears as Bateman wrapped his arm around your neck and picked up the pace, pounding into your ass like a jackhammer, or maybe even more relentlessly.

"I ... I," you were unable to utter a word as you felt your inner walls tighten around the sex toy that kept buzzing and not giving you a chance to resist. "Aa-aahhm, Pat-Patrick."

Somehow you managed to open your eyes and lock them with his brown ones. Patrick enjoyed every second of your vivid orgasm, looking at you so attentively. The way you trembled in his arms, whimpering some incoherent pitiful nonsense, became the thing he couldn't bear as he squeezed your neck almost painfully, shooting his hot seed into your ass, making it as full as he promised until it started to pour out, making the sheets beneath you so fucking wet.

[silent-raven13]

Uh huh!

When Miles first gave birth to his triplets, he was worried about everything. Of course, being a first time parent it would freak him out.

Are they eating well?

Are they full?

Do they need more?

They feel warm. Should I call the doctor and check their temperature?

Of course his sweet Alpha would try to calm him down. The triplets were fine, they were eating well and having enough sleep. That didn't stop their Omega parent from being worried.

Parenting is for life! So he would be a mama bear being protective of his cubs. Not to mention always paid attention to their interactions. It's been six months and he read books on child development especially for pups.

Mariana would sit up and laughs at her Alpha dad, being super bashful. Hobie would give nose nuzzle to her trying to make her laugh. Aaron would be babbling at his Omega daddy with his hand holding the remote control.

Now, this is where Miles got worried, his son, Karl would lay resting on his chest being calm as ever. This is completely normal since one of the three had to be an introvert, but what got him worried is how none responsive his son would be.

Every time he calls out for Karl, he would lay there. Hobie would do the same or wouldn't try to talk. It got him so worried.

"Bae, I'm telling you, Karl isn't responsive." Miles carries his son who's busy sucking on his pacifier.

Hobie said, "He's a little late."

"We should take him to the doctor. Look try to call for him." He said.

The punker was laying on the bed with his two other pups getting top of him to touch his dreads. "Alright. Karl." He said.

Karl didn't respond. This time Hobie arched his eyebrow and said in a serious tone, "Karl? Ka-aa-aarrr-llll. Hey, lil man?"

Miles patted his son, "Papa, tu papí is calling you?" The baby kept relaxing on his daddy's chest.

Hobie tilted his head, "Ohh... this is concerning...."

"Told you!"

"I'll call the doc, luv. Don't worry. He'll be fine." The punker took his phone out to make the call.

The following week, Miles and Hobie to their Karl to get a hearing check up. The doctor listen to their worries, and he decided to check up Karl to see. The six month old sat on the medical bed while the doctor checks him, the boy sat up with his gummy smile.

Miles watches as the tests went by. When the doctor went to get the results from the nurses and came back in the room. Hobie carries his son who fell asleep with a pacifier in his mouth.

"Well, Doc? What's them tests say?" Hobie asked already impatient.

Miles nodded having to hold many pamphlets on children's health. "Yes, Dr. Lee? Is there any issues with Karl?"

"Nope." The older doctor simply said as he looks at the results, "His hearing is perfectly fine, he passed with flying colors. He's responsive, too. He chose not to listen, it's pretty common. Some babies just like to be in their own world." He looks over to find the baby opening his big eyes, "Hello, Karl."

The six month old made a gummy smile with babbling sounds. Miles and Hobie stood in shock, this was the first to see their son responding to someone. "See! He's a fine healthy baby boy. You have nothing to worry about." Dr. Lee chuckles. "Isn't that right, Karl?"

"Uh huh!" Karl giggles before laying his head back on his dad's chest to sleep.

Miles had to blink a couple of times before Hobie burst out laughing at this. It was all too funny to him.

When they were at Miles' childhood home, Jeff sat on the lazy boy with Marian in arms. Rio playing with Aaron. They heard Miles' voice, "Oh looks like their back." Jeff hums.

Little Billie sat down letting Aaron touch her braids, and her jacket.

The two pups happily turns to their parents sensing their presences. Rio giggles, "I wonder what happened?"

"Nuthin! Just you watch." Gloria, the mother of Rio sat on the couch to enjoy a cup of tea. "Miles is always worried about every little thing."

"Mamá, these are his kids. Of course he would be worried." Rio said.

"Exageró hasta el punto de tener que comprobar si cagaban correctamente! Luego le preocupa que orinen bien o que sus mocos estén limpios. Los bebés serán bebés. Lo ves pasar días molestando al médico y no duerme. Se estresó demasiado hasta el punto de que no estará nada bien." Gloria spoke in Spanish which cause Jeff to snort a bit knowing a few words. Billie laughs out loud hearing her grandmother ranting.

"Ay, mamá. Déjalo en paz. Tiene trillizos. Sólo me tenías a mí. Me preocuparía por los tres si fuera mi primera vez como padre." Rio said.

When Miles and Hobie walks in having Karl in his arms, Miles bought some Chinese food take out, "I got Chinese food."

"Alright! Yum!" Billie said.

"BABABAB!" The other two pups being so happy to see their parents.

Karl being awake with his pacifier in his mouth, he rub his eyes. "So what did the doctor say?" Rio asked.

Miles sighs sounding exhausted, Hobie let out a snicker. "Turns out our Karl is just unbothered." Miles set the bags of Chinese food on the table.

Hobie let Twelve year old Billie carry Karl, "Awe, you unbothered, lil man?"

Karl lay his head on his auntie's shoulder. "Unbothered?" Jeff asked.

"He has perfect hearing. Pass the tests with flying colors. The Doc said he chose to ignore us." Hobie sat down on the couch before he greeted Gloria with a kiss on the cheek. "Hola, Dońa."

"Hola, Hobie. See, I've told you the babies were fine. Karl was fine."

Miles sighs, "He never responded to us. Not even when I say time for food."

"Maybe you overstimulate him. Sometimes a boy likes to be in his own world." Jeff said as he saw Billie going back on the couch to hold Karl, "Look at him, living life while sucking on his pacifier. Why he gotta listen?"

"Well, I was worried. I thought my baby was having hearing loss." The Omega pouts before going over to Mariana and Aaron to shower them with kisses. "I'm glad there wasn't issues, but it's a bit shady of him to ignore me like that. I carried you for nine months Mister Unbothered." His eyes on his baby boy.

Karl squints his eyes at his daddy before giving him an eye rolled. That caught the whole family off guard. "Did he just... well, I'll be!" Jeff's mouth half open.

Billie wide mouth being in shock, "He gave you the side eye!" She cracks up at her big brother.

Rio giggles, "Look at him!" It's funny to think a baby boy like Karl is expressive when he wants to be.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he keeps on ignoring you two." Gloria hums.

"He even spoke to the doctor saying, 'Uh huh'! Like where's my da-da or daddy?" Miles put his hands on his hips being playfully with Karl.

The six month old pretended he didn't hear his Omega dad with his face turning away to avoid eye contact. Hobie laughs, "Nah uh, you can't pretend anymore, lil man. We took tests!" Karl quickly lay his head back on his auntie's shoulder to fall asleep, he really is the King of Unbothered.

"He got that from you, bae." Miles huffs.

"ME! How I'm the one in trouble?" Hobie asked out loud.

Jeff grunts, "Welcome to the life of being a dad, son."

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 29 - The switch

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 28 -- Part30

Pairing: Marshall x Lexi | August x Anjelica | Mike x Dani | Sherlock x Elena (In that - recurring - order)

Summary: Some of the Crescent Street boys - and their girlfriends/ situationships/ let's face it at this point Marshall and Lex are just a 'situation', not even a 'ship' - go on a ski trip...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, (mention of) oral (f receiving, vaginal, anal), p-in-v, some interesting miscommunications, mention of sexual trauma, mentions of illegal activity...

Word count: 7.8k

A/N: Alright, so instead of writing this chapter 4 times, like I did with the NYE chapters, I decided to switch POV's a bunch (Which always goes in the same order: ML, AA, MD, SE.) Apparently stuff like that ends up being nearly 8k. I'd say I was sorry, if I was actually sorry, which I'm really fucking not, honestly.

I like this chapter, I hope y'all will, too! (There's some uncharacteristically sweet August and Ange, and there's a very confused Sherlock, and a very adorable Mikey, and.... The good news is @deandoesthingstome gets her M+L Shower Scene, but it's probably not the hot, steamy event you hoped for, sorry girl...)

@deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @livisss @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @poledancingdinos @geralts-yenn

“I’m off,” August said, a hand already on the door handle.

Marshall raised an eyebrow. “Off to where?”

“Ange,” August answered indifferently.

“Isn’t she sharing a room with Dani?” Marshall asked, not catching on.

“Dani will be with Mike,” August said, fighting to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Every second he wasted standing here was a second closer to the whole plan collapsing. Ange wouldn’t be happy, then. And neither would he. Or Mike, or Sherlock, or either of their girls, for that matter.

“Mike, who’s sharing a room with Sherlock?” Fuck. He didn’t have a complete grasp on the scheme yet, but enough to know something was up. Pun not intended.

“Yes. Sherlock will stay with Elena,” August said, opening the door so he could make a break for it if he had to. And he had to.

“Elena is sharing a room with…” Marshall tried, but August smiled and quickly stepped out. “Walker! Son of a bitch!”

He had no choice but to let himself fall back against his pillows and wait for the soft knock on the door. Actually, he did. But it would ruin the night for six people, and… maybe there was a part of him that didn't want to murder his friends for this obvious setup.

He opened the door with trembling hands. Why were they doing this? They’d been right to keep him out of this; he’d never have agreed to it!

“Hi,” Lexi said as soon as he opened the door. She pushed him aside and walked into the room. “We need to talk.”

“These bathtubs look just about big enough for the both of us,” Anjelica said, sliding her hands into August’s shirt.

“That's been a while,” August hummed in return, his lips brushing the skin of her neck softly, while memories of that evening alone at Anjelica's parents' house made their way to the forefront of his brain.

“Hm,” Anjelica moaned at the attention August was giving her, “that was a fantastic night.” Her fingers made quick work of the rest of the buttons of his shirt, and impatiently pushed it off his shoulders. She was right, it had been absolutely amazing – her father's presence had been needed at some fundraiser, and they'd had plenty of time to fully explore the luxuries of the main bathroom…

“It was… You know, when I saw that fireplace downstairs I was afraid we’d spend our whole evening there,” he admitted, moaning as her fingernails gently travelled down his back. He loved the feeling �� she knew that.

“I wouldn't have hated curling up in front of that with a good book,” she replied, pulling him closer – which made August chuckle. Napoleon and Charles – and occasionally Mike, Sy and Sherlock, although the latter could be excused, still, simply because of his lack of experience – liked to complain that women were so incredibly difficult to figure out, but August couldn't agree. He'd always found Anjelica extremely easy to read: She'd pull him close when she wanted him close, and pushed him away when she needed him there. That's pretty much all there was to it. Right now, she was trying to trick him into thinking she wanted, rather than needed, him with her – like there was any sort of real choice involved in that.

“Why don't you curl up in bed for a moment,” he said, wiping a rogue curl out of her face, “I'll take care of the bath.”

“Yay, sleepover!” Mike immediately wrapped his arms around Dani, picked her up and tossed her on his bed. He'd taken the liberty of pushing the two singles together, so they'd have plenty of space for whatever it was that he had planned. Alright, it was Mike, so the plans probably didn't go a whole lot beyond ‘cuddle and fuck', but still. It was nice. And there was plenty of space to do it. Dani laughed when he jumped on the bed too and crawled over to her. “Hi!” He touched the tip of his nose to hers, before kissing her fiercely and then quickly moving on to her neck.

“Mikey!” she shrieked before pushing his face off her. “No hickeys!”

“It's freezing and we're on a ski trip, Sweetcheeks! You'll be covered head to toe. Let me… No! Lemme!” He wrestled her for it – and let her win, because there was no way she could take a guy like Mike on her best days… “You break my heart, Sweetcheeks,” he said dramatically, pouting like a sad little puppy. “Oh, how you wound me! What did I do to deserve this?”

“Mike, cut the drama,” she laughed, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips as he threw himself on his back with a theatricality that wouldn't have looked out of place in an off-off-off-off-Broadway production of whatever Shakespeare play you could think of. “I know the perfect way to make it up to you.”

“I'm beginning to see why you love this part,” Sherlock chuckled as Elena pushed him against the door as soon as he'd shut it behind him.

“I've been waiting for this all day,” Elena whined softly, peppering Sherlock's jaw and throat with kisses. There was no denying it. Even on the bus ride over to the hotel they were staying in for the weekend, she'd curled up next to him, her hands wandering places they probably shouldn't have been exploring in public – even if it was under the blanket she (and all the other girls) had miraculously thought to bring.

“I know,” he laughed, “but could we slow down a bit?”

“We can slow down after we get naked,” Elena replied, impatiently working the buttons of his shirt. It seemed a fair compromise, and he gladly helped her achieve her goal. She kept her promise; as soon as all clothes were off, she slowed down, diving into his arms under the covers as she teasingly slowly moved her hands all over his upper body, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Is it strange that I like spending time with you like this?” Sherlock asked softly, a smile playing at his lips.

“Not at all,” Elena answered, “I like it, too.”

“There's not a whole lot I can say.” Marshall shrugged, looking everywhere in the room except at the girl in front of him.

Lexi put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “Wrong, Walter. There's a whole fucking lot you can say. Starting with…” She'd planned on making him apologize, but now that she was standing in front of him, her plans changed quickly. Why did he have to be so hot?

“I'm sorry,” Marshall said, the sincerity of his words obvious in his eyes, which he finally lifted to look at Alexandra. That was what she'd been wanting to hear, right? Then why did those words not make it better? Why did they make her feel absolutely overcome with rage?

“Wow, I really thought that would at least begin to fix something,” she sighed, slumping down on the edge of one of the beds in the room. Marshall sat down on the one opposite her.

“I, eh… Get mad,” he said, much to Lexi's surprise.

“What? Why? So you can feel better about what you've done once I've been screaming at you like crazy for a while?” God, why did he have to get his wish, even if she didn't want to grant him the satisfaction? Why was he winning this fight?

“Because I think I don't even know half of what I should be apologizing for.” Oh. Well. If he put it like that…

“Well buckle in, buddy, because it's a long ass fucking list.”

“I thought you hated the scent of lavender?” Anjelica leaned back against August's chest, running a hand up his thigh.

“I do,” he said. It was quite the understatement; he absolutely despised the stuff. And yet…

“Then why, pray tell, are we taking a bath in your worst nightmare right now?” A valid question.

“Because it helps you relax,” he answered, “and you need that. You practically singlehandedly organized this trip, Angel.” It was the truth – she knew that, although she'd never admit just how close her efforts came to being nothing short of completely supernatural.

“Sometimes I wish I could hide from you,” she chuckled softly. It was so difficult for her to give up control, to surrender the illusion that she had everything covered at all times… Sometimes, August staring straight into her soul was something she wished she could opt out of – but it would involve breaking up with him, and she could never.

“And I would let you,” August said to her surprise, “if there was even the smallest part of me that was convinced you'd take care of yourself if I wasn't doing it for you.” Of course he was right. Not that Anjelica couldn't take care of herself – of course she could! In fact, August was convinced she could pretty much do anything. The reality was, however, that she simply wouldn't.

“I know, but…” 

He didn't let her finish that sentence. “Princess treatment for you tonight, my Angel.”

“Eek!” Dani crawled deeper under the covers, grabbed Mike, and pulled his shark Squishmallow closer. “Mike! I hate this movie.” Lies. They weren't half bad when watched while snuggled up to Mike – especially when she got to confiscate Jacques. Yes, the Squishmallow had a name.

“Jacques will protect you,” Mike vowed. See? Squishmallow had a name. And a ridiculous one at that, for a stuffed shark, at least – which was exactly why Mike had chosen the name.

“I want you to protect me,” Dani said, snuggling closer to Mike. “Hold on, is Jacques a way of not having to make any promises to…”

“Yeah, sure,” Mike cut her off bluntly, sarcasm clear in his voice. “Sweetcheeks, no girl I've hooked up with has ever even seen Jacques. He disappeared into the bottom of the closet for… a bit…”

“Oh no! How could you! Look at this sweet, squishy, little face!” She screamed when she looked at the screen of Mike's laptop again at exactly the wrong time. “Okay, turn this off! I'm scared-scared now, not horny-scared.”

“Shit,” Mike deadpanned, tickling Dani's side. “That's the wrong kind of scared.”

‘Slowing down' was out the window. Gone. Long forgotten. All that existed now were the sweet moans Sherlock heard as he kissed his way up the inside of Elena’s thigh. He buried his face between her legs with unprecedented enthusiasm, causing Elena to chuckle, which made him look up, an eyebrow raised inquisitively. Not that there was any way for her to answer his unspoken question, as she was far too occupied with the delightful feeling of his tongue, lapping hungrily at her apex, and the pleasure it brought her far too quickly.

“I don't like how good you are at that already,” she joked as he made his way up her body again, the kisses he pressed to her skin leaving a blazing hot trail. Every part of her wanted to jump him, he knew that. It wasn't particularly hard to figure such things out – she was quite vocal, and her fingers dug into his skin more and more greedily as she became more worked up. Right now, he was convinced they would be leaving marks on his upper arm.

“You're easy to read,” he confessed before kissing her gently.

“You hurt me, Marshall,” she whispered softly. “Let me recap this for you and see if you can spot the mistakes. We get drunk together and you fuck me - don't… I know I was on the other end of that and you didn't do anything I didn't want you to do. I know, okay? I know. Then you tell me you regret that you even liked it because you should have regretted it, which gave me a headache, for starters, and also was just generally kind of rude. Then you fucking ghost me! And I show up at your party at New Years Eve and I see you run off to your room with some fucking puck bunny that's been through half of your team?!” By the end of her speech, she was screaming – maybe mostly because, save for a complete communicative failure, Marshall hadn't actually done anything wrong. Although Alexandra wasn't quite ready to admit that. It was as Elena had said; the big crime she was accusing him of was rebounding. Alright, attempting to. Alright, the ghosting was bad.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Marshall said. He meant it – how could he not? Lex had been one of his best friends for a really long time, and seeing her hurt was just about the last thing he wanted.

“I need to know, Walter…” Her voice was a whisper again. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why sleep with me? Why ghost me? Why her?”

“Let's get the Veronique-thing out of the way first… I was trying to forget about you, Lexi. And I couldn't. Because… things wouldn't… I didn't… It… I… Eh…”

“Your dick refused service,” Lexi said without thinking, a sweet smile on her lips. She realized her mistake too late, and hoped her slip-up wouldn’t make things worse.

“Of course she told… Well. Yeah. I ghosted you for the same lame reason. I tried to forget about you because… Because I thought we could never be together. You're my best friend's sister…” He looked at his hands; a feeble attempt to keep his voice from breaking.

“Why'd you sleep with me in the first place?” It's not that she had expected him to confess his love to her when she'd done it. As far as she was concerned, that had been a stupid, drunken mistake. But at least she'd hoped that he'd feel it didn't have to be. That he'd…

“Because I love you.”

The massage had started with a ‘Is this necessary?’ from Ange, who'd then proceeded to attempt to stall and evade August so much that he'd seen no other option than to tie her to the bedframe using the belt of her bathrobe. Relaxation was mandatory, and that was the end of it. Ange had laughed. Now, she was on her knees, still tied to the headboard, with her ass high in the air and August’s eager face between her thighs. The position wasn't ideal – at least; it would have been suboptimal had the objective been to make her cum. It wasn’t.

“You like doing that a little too much,” Anjelica groaned into her pillow. It didn't make August stop, but it did make him chuckle, and soon his fingers took over while his mouth moved up a little, carefully gauging Angie’s reaction. It was something he – much like practically every other man on the planet – had always wanted to try, but they'd never talked about whether or not she was into some ‘backdoor experimenting'. “Fuck!” Aright, that sounded promising… “Three years in… I thought I was going to have to bring it up myself.”

Wait? She was up for it, and he didn't even have to ask? “Yeah,” she laughed, subtly cluing him in that he'd actually said that out loud. “Can you untie me? I really want to cuddle.”

“I'm impressed,” August said – but not before sinking his teeth into her ass once for good measure. “And I'm really happy you asked, Angel.”

“Still scared?” Mike asked. The question was surplus; Dani had good and well forgotten what she'd been scared of in the first place.

“No, definitely just horny now,” she laughed, “you're really getting the hang of eating pussy, babe.” Mike looked a little too proud when she said it, flashing her that insufferable grin before he threw himself face-first between her boobs. She wanted to get mad at him for motorboating her, she really did, but the puppy-eyes prevented her from feeling anything but ‘aww’.

Soon, he climbed up, though, focusing his attention on her neck, and finally capturing her lips in a searing kiss. It was unfocused – which wasn’t unusual for Mikey, but today was something special.

“What are you thinking, babe?” Dani muttered against his lips, because he wouldn’t break the kiss.

“Hmm,” he hummed before finally moving away, “I can’t decide what position I want you in and it’s driving me nuts.”

She laughed. What else could she possibly do? He said it so matter-of-factly that all possible awkwardness – and there was enough of that to go around – disappeared immediately, and she just laughed.

“Missionary?” She suggested, still trying to catch her breath.

“Boring,” Mike said. It was only slightly offensive. “And doggy sounds boring.”

“That’s your favorite!” she said, quasi-shocked.

“I know, that’s what’s driving me nuts!” he grumbled, burying his face in her neck. “I wanna try something new, if you’re okay with that?” And with another dose of those puppy-eyes… how could she say ‘no’?

“God, yes! Fuck me, please,” Elena cried out as Sherlock sank into her with a smooth thrust. The desperation in her request, paired with the sultry determination in her eyes raised heat and color to his cheeks. Elena grinned. Making Sherlock blush was easier and far more satisfying than she’d ever dared to dream. She reached for his neck, pulling his face to hers and kissing him fiercely before bringing her lips to his ear. “Go on, then, you know I love your cock.”

With shame clouding his cheeks and coloring his ears, he began to move. Slowly, at first, but soon encouraged by her words, increasing his pace until she yelped loudly. “Fuck! Just like that.” Upon hearing her words, the corners of Sherlock’s mouth twitched up into a gentle smile that didn’t go unnoticed by his lover. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed receiving her praise at least as much as she enjoyed showering him with it. Even more than that, however, he appreciated her instructions. They were clear and concise and allowed him to please her better than he would have been able to without them, and he thanked her silently for them.

It wasn’t too long before he felt the increasing difficulty to keep his steady rhythm reach its peak. Through gritted teeth he let out a pained grunt. “I’m…” He didn’t make it past the first word of his sentence before his grip on her tightened involuntarily and he came, swearing softly under his breath. “I’m sorry,” he muttered shamefully as he retreated.

“What on earth for?” she said with a gentle chuckle.

“My… lacking stamina.”

“Give it some time, Sherlock. Besides, that was lovely, either way.” She wrapped her arms around him for a moment. “You know, a shower together wasn’t quite your thing, which I understand, though I do pity myself… but the bathtubs look quite nice…”

“What?” He… What?

“I love you,” he repeated quietly. So she’d heard correctly… “I’ve always loved you. As a friend, when we were little… Then as a little sister during the few years I talked myself into believing I was so much more mature than you – never was, of course—” he laughed awkwardly “— and then… Oh, God. You started bringing boys home on occasion and guys started to ask you out and whatever, and Peter would always complain about it. ‘What do they even see in her? She’s just my stupid little sister.’ And all I could think about was how pretty you were… It took me nearly two years to realize that…”

“That what, Marshall?” she whispered softly as she got up from where she was sitting and sat down next to Marshall instead.

“That I didn’t want to punch all those guys in the dick because I was protecting a sister.” He flashed an apologetic grin at her, while she barely managed to hold back a snort.

“I’ve had a crush on you for… years,” she admitted plainly, not daring to look him in the eye. “Ever since the summer I turned sixteen…”

“You avoided me for most of that vacation!” He laughed — the familiar sound she loved and that always reminded her of the fun the three of them used to have. “I was so confused, and our moms took me apart and told me that you were a little eh… ‘sweet on me’, I believe is the term mom used, and I laughed it off… didn’t believe a word of it.”

“No, they were right. I’d missed you and Peter so much when you were off to college, and our hockey games had been so much fun, and I’d been looking forward to seeing you again… and then you got out of the car the morning you got back, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.”

“What did?” he asked, clearly somewhat confused.

“You. And I didn’t even admit to myself it was a crush until about three days later, when you saved me from the collapsing chair. I was so shocked that I wasn’t disgusted by your chest hair anymore…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, because next to her, Marshall cracked up — and it took him a while and a half to be able to speak again.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “don’t let me and my disgusting chest hair keep you from finishing your story.”

“Like I said: it suddenly wasn’t disgusting anymore,” she laughed as she pushed against his shoulder. “God, remember the last night?”

“What, the teen disco thing?” He snorted, a dirty grin spreading across his face. “Yeah I remember… Shit! Oh, fuck, Lex, did that upset you?”

“That you went outside with the girl I thought was my friend? Nah, why would you think that?” She could joke about it now, right?

“If it helps: she was a horrible kisser,” he said as he leaned over to her, “unlike you.”

“That’s not cuddling, August,” Anjelica said with a smile when she felt the tip of August’s cock at her entrance.

“We can do both,” he replied with determination. It was true, they could – although they hardly ever did, unless it was something one of them, or in this case both of them, really needed.

“I love you,” she whispered when he pushed into her with a grunt that would have to suffice as his answer. She pulled him along as she rolled onto her back, wrapping a leg around his waist.

“My beautiful angel,” he muttered softly against the skin of her neck as he pushed deeper, drawing a whimper from her lips. She moved her hips in time with his, rolling them into his movements as he gently rocked into her. “Good?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, a content smile on her lips.

His hand moved to her hip, grasping her tightly as he tried to keep his slow rhythm. It could be challenging; her tight walls clenching around him felt so good it always kept him on the verge of losing his ability to think straight, and there was the ever-present urge for him to make her cry out his name — in pain, in pleasure or both.

At the same time, he relished the thought that he could go for hours like this — if she’d let him, and from the sound of it, she would.

“I missed you,” she whispered suddenly, making August’s brows draw together in surprise. They were together more often than not… “I was so caught up in what I needed from you that I forgot to just want to spend time with you,” she admitted as she gently let her fingers trail the side of his face, tracing his jaw.

“Well then,” August started, bringing his lips to her ear, and snaking his arms tighter around her before he continued, punctuating his words with deep, lazy thrusts that made Ange squeal: “Let’s make sure we reconnect.”

“Shit, babe, this is ah—” Mike’s greedy hands dug roughly into the flesh of Dani’s ass. “Pretty fucking amazing, holy shit… Keep— damn!”

Dani couldn’t do much other than laugh at Mike’s all-over-the-place rambling and mumbling about how much he liked what was going on. Well, that and keep moving, bouncing up and down Mike’s cock while he barely even tried to keep quiet. He loved it, there was no doubt in her mind, but Dani herself? She mostly wondered if she looked as weird as she felt about this. And it was a whole fucking thigh workout…

Mike whined when she climbed off of him. “No, babe, don’t… Hey? What’s wrong?” He reached for Dani with a sweet smile — but the pleading puppy eyes didn’t go anywhere.

Reluctantly, Dani let herself be pulled into his arms. “I felt silly,” she muttered, hiding her face in his neck.

“You didn’t look silly,” Mike replied, littering her face and everywhere else he could reach with kisses, “you looked fucking hot. This ass” — he grabbed it for good measure — “jiggles like crazy and it’s literally so fucking good!”

“Mike!” The last thing Dani wanted to hear was that she jiggled in any kind of way. Even a good one.

“Babe,” Mike sighed, clearly exasperated. “What do you want me to say? What do you want to do? Turn off the lights, get under the covers and — ow! What? Don’t use Jacques to hit me!”

Then, he attacked her, tickling her until she begged for mercy.

“Not until you tell me you’re pretty!” he threatened, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose that she tried to avoid — unsuccessfully.

“Never!” she laughed, and her stubbornness made him smile. Of course, it was easy for him to enjoy this: he wasn’t the one gasping for air as she struggled to keep his hands away from her body. “Okay! Fine! I’m pretty!”

“Yes, you are.” He ceased his attack immediately and wrapped her up in a big hug. “Now, remember that or I’ll have to punish you again,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh no! I’ll be good, daddy, I promise!” Dani tried really hard to keep her face in check, but Mike’s reaction was so funny that she didn’t manage.

“Tell me you were joking!” he said, looking absolutely terrified, even when Dani finally failed to hold back her laughter. “Oh, good! That was…” He shuddered. “Don’t… Don’t call me that. Literally ever!”

“Looks like we found your weakness,” she laughed, poking at his side.

“This is preferable to the shower, but I’m still convinced you’re trying to boil me,” Sherlock sighed — a sound that was part annoyance and part pain — while Elena snuggled into his chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t exactly make the water more accommodating for you,” she chuckled, “I’m very cold.”

“Anything for you, darling,” he sighed, feigning a smile.

“You really are a quick study,” Elena laughed, trailing her fingers over his chest and abs. His muscles twitched under her touch, and she even felt his cock come alive against her hip.

“I have a great teacher,” he grunted as she continued her ministrations. The water temperature suddenly became a lot more tolerable — how strange.

The kiss that followed was gentle, and lasted just long enough to make Sherlock whine softly when she pulled back, his eyes begging her to keep going.

“I don’t mean to start something we can’t finish right now,” she whispered as she settled against his chest again.

A thoroughly sarcastic chuckle escaped him. “It’s a little late for that.” He didn’t mean to sound irritated — but the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

“I beg your pardon, Holmes?” She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting we just… risk it?”

He opened his mouth to reply to her utterly ridiculous proposal, but his words got stuck somewhere between his brain and his mouth.

“What? Nothing smart to say?” Elena moved away from Sherlock as best she could, and looked at him, her eyes clearly posing a challenge she knew Sherlock and his rather limited experience with women were going to accept — except it looked like he still had absolutely nothing to say.

“I think I’ll just go,” he muttered quietly as he got up. Elena seemed less than inclined to come after him, and he prepared to escape the bathroom slightly flustered.

“Perfect,” she snapped at him as he walked back into the bedroom, “you were ruining my bath.”

He kissed her. Gently but decisively, and she gladly subjected herself to his treatment, not hesitating for a second. She’d missed him so much…

“We shouldn’t.” How someone could say that while pushing her back onto the mattress, she had absolutely no clue — but it annoyed her.

“Why not?” Lexi said, pushing Marshall off her and glaring at him. “Why can’t you just be with me unapologetically? Why is that so hard?”

“Lexi,” Marshall sighed, moving closer to her again. “We can’t just… hook up. We’ve never even been on a date.”

“Hockey game in two weeks,” she said with a devious smile. “There’s your date. Now, please kiss me?”

She didn’t have to tell him twice; before the words were good and well out of her mouth, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, making it abundantly clear that he planned on doing a lot more than just kissing her. Lexi’s arms immediately wrapped around Marshall’s neck, pulling him closer, and he was more than happy to oblige. Lips parted and tongues eagerly tangled, moans escaped both of them, hands slipped underneath sweaters and before long, most clothes had come off and fingers were wandering everywhere.

Lexi shivered when her fingers brushed past Marshall’s hardened length – no equipment failures tonight, or so it would seem. It seemed bigger than she remembered…

“Shh,” he whispered softly, “you know I’ll take good care of you.”

“I know,” she muttered. “It’s just… intimidating.” Her remark earned her a low chuckle.

“It’s a curse,” he replied with a wink.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure they all saw it that way,” she huffed, a hard to miss edge of annoyance to her voice.

“Six,” he said.

“What?”

“There have been six. Not including you. You are number seven.”

“And if we’re counting hand jobs and oral?”

“Eh… The number doubles,” he admitted. “You’re not the only one who’s been…”

“Intimidated, right?” Lexi stroked the side of his face, her fingers lingering briefly in his beard. She knew she had no right to be upset she wasn’t his first. He wasn’t exactly hers, either, but it stung, nonetheless.

“Lexi, please,” Marshall sighed, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I know, I know… Why did you even tell me?” Right. Like it was his fault…

“You were going to ask,” he sighed. He was right – which irked her. “Why do girls ask that question and then get mad about the answer?”

“Oh, I’m definitely picking this fight, just so I won’t have to deal with your scarily massive dick,” she joked. Okay, fine, half-joked.

“Hey, listen,” Marshal said, picking up on the serious edge to her voice, “if you don’t want to do this, we’re obviously not doing this. But I do want to keep making out, if you’re okay with that.” His eyes were kind, as was his smile, and the kiss he pressed to her neck was gentle and encouraging.

“Oh, I’m more than okay with that.”

She was in his lap now, slowly grinding her hips against his, while both of them moaned loudly with every move. August’s hands rested on her thighs, occasionally sliding up or down, but ultimately mostly leaving her to it. Ange had a hand between her legs and a blissfully fucked-out look on her face – that August was sad he couldn’t see, because Anjelica was riding him with her back towards him. Her slow tempo and sultry moans made him impatient, but he refrained from taking charge.

She was close — he could tell from the way her breath quickened, and with it, her pace.

“Fuck.” The sound was barely audible, as was the name that followed. A name that wasn’t August’s. And, unfortunately, he heard her — but he didn’t let her know. With an insidious little smirk on his handsome face, he let her do her thing, until she finally exploded around him. Then, as she slumped back against his chest, limp and worn out from what had sounded like an amazing orgasm.

August’s hand traveled briefly up her stomach and chest, lingering at her neck for a moment before he decided against his instinctive approach. Instead, he turned her on her knees and entered her from behind, not holding back for so much as a single moment. Within seconds, Ange was squealing into the pillows and grabbing the sheets while August pounded into her from behind. It took him one small adjustment to their position…

“Fucking hell,” she cried out, and he chuckled softly. She’d cum from this — and it wouldn’t take long.

He was right — of course he was. Barely a minute later, she came hard, her walls squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t stave off his own release any longer.

“Dammit, August, what was that?” she panted, trying to catch her breath as she rolled over in bed.

“Oh,” he chuckled darkly, “so you do remember my name?” As soon as the words left his mouth, Anjelica’s eyes went wide.

“I still can’t believe you called me ‘daddy’,” Mike said, pouting and shuddering while clinging to Jacques.

“Babe, seriously,” Dani sighed, leaning over him. “It was a joke. Can we get back to what we were doing before?”

“Sweetcheeks, I honestly don’t think I’m going to be able to get it up tonight,” Mike groaned dramatically. It was a blatant lie, which Dani didn’t hesitate to point out.

“Uhuh,” she nodded, “nice semi, Mike.”

Mike curled up and glared at Dani, still clutching Jacques to his chest — making his girl laugh in the process. She curled up behind him and pulled the covers over them.

“Wow,” Mike muttered quietly into Jacques. “This is fucking nice.”

Dani chuckled as she pulled Mike closer. “Never been the small spoon before?”

He shook his head and made a ‘nu-uh’ kind of sound. “This is awesome. Do you get to feel like this all the time?”

“About half the time from here on out, I suppose,” she joked.

Mike turned around in her arms, still holding Jacques. “I’m not trying for your spot, babe. It’s just… nice, every once in a while, I guess.” He let out a deep sigh and settled into her side with his head on her chest.

“How did you get Jacques?” she asked after a while.

“Impulsive acquisition in high school. Remember the disaster-divorce?” Dani nodded in response to his question. “I was angry at the whole world for obvious reasons, and I walked past him on my way home from school. He made me smile, so I took him home.”

“And by ‘took him home’ you mean ‘bought’, right?” Dani gave Mike a meaningful look — or rather, tried to, because he wouldn’t meet her eye.

“Ehm… No, I mean ‘stole’.”

“Shoplifting, Mike, really?”  

“Yeah, I wasn’t in a great place, Sweetcheeks. My parents were fighting all the time, and…”

“Failing your classes didn’t get their attention, so you figured ‘juvenile delinquent’ might?” she asked semi-sarcastically — and, much to her surprise, Mike nodded.

“Pretty much. Started small. Nail polishes for whoever I was seeing that week—”

“Mike! Don’t…”

“Sweetcheeks, trust me, it all meant nothing, and I sure as fuck never closed, so… either way; nail polish, lighters… Jewelry, make-up. God, I was desperate.” He laughed.

“Lighters?” Dani asked. It felt like one of those primary school assignments: ‘Which word does not belong with the others?’

”Ehm… Yeah, me and my friends might have set a trash can or two on fire,” he smiled apologetically. “Like I said; not in a good place.”

“And Jacques?”

“Like I said; I saw him, and he made me smile. Reminded me of something from when I was younger, so I took him home.” He absentmindedly stroked Jacques’ head. Or… he was a Squishmallow, they’re all head…

“Never got caught?” Dani asked, curiosity finally fully taking over.

“Once. They let me off with a warning because they thought it was painfully obvious I did it to impress a girl. Needless to say, she was not impressed.”

“Go figure,” Dani teased while running her hands through his curls. “Were you doing it to impress her?”

“Duh,” he snorted. “Sweetcheeks, you may not have noticed this, but I’m not exactly smooth or anything.”

“Oh. No, I’ve noticed,” Dani deadpanned, leaving Mike glaring up at her.

“Thanks.” He rolled his eyes.

Sherlock ran through the conversation-turned-argument in his head a dozen times in a feeble attempt to uncover his mistakes, until the sound of Elena’s voice distracted him. The sounds coming from the bathroom left little to the imagination with regard to what was going on, and the realization made his cock twitch in his pants. Shame reddened his cheeks as he silently cursed at his body’s reaction, and he fought the urge to take matters into his own hands, so to speak.

Focusing on his reading proved impossible, so instead, he folded his hands on his stomach and waited until Elena finally emerged from the bathroom, hoping she would be in a better mood.

“Are you ready to apologize?” she snapped when she came into the bedroom.

Sherlock’s eyes went wide. “Apologize? What about you? You were being completely unreasonable!” Of course, he didn’t realize his mistake until it was too late.

“Get out of my bed,” Elena replied, her voice at least as cold as her eyes. “Now.”

“Where am I supposed to—”

“Lexi’s bed. The floor. I really don’t care, Sherlock.”

“Elena, I—” “Sherlock, fuck off,” she snarled. Bewildered, he got up and sat down on the other bed, watching Elena as she got into bed and turned off the lights.

For a while, he didn’t speak while he wracked his brain in another attempt to figure out where exactly things had gone wrong. “Elena,” he whispered softly, his voice drenched with utter despair, “can we please talk?”

“I have nothing to say to you,” she huffed, turning her back to him.

“Elena, I know you’re upset with me, and I’m very sorry that I did something to upset you,” he said as he quietly got up and walked over, putting a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off. “Please help me understand this situation so I can make things right.” This time, she let him put his hand down, and he sighed in relief — albeit carefully.

“Trust you, relax, tell you if it hurts,” Lexi repeated before taking a deep breath. Theoretically, she was plenty prepared to take him, but in reality? She wasn’t drunk this time, which made it a lot more difficult to relax when Marshall slowly pushed into her. Her face scrunched up when she felt the sharp pain she was familiar with.

“Lex—” Marshall started, but she shook her head.

“It’s okay, it’ll pass, just…” A hand on his lower back pulled at him, guiding him deeper.

 “N-no,” he stammered.

“Marshall, it’s fine,” she said with a warped smile.

“The fuck it is! Lexi, no.” He pulled out and dropped down on the mattress, next to her. “I’m not okay with this. I won’t hurt you.”

“Marshall, really, it’s no big deal,” she groaned. Why was he being so difficult?

“It is to me, Lexi! How can I have a good time when I’m hurting you? I don’t know how to make this clearer… I explicitly do not consent to hurting you.” There was something strange to his voice and about the way he punctuated every word of his last sentence very clearly and deliberately, and Lex I found herself quite occupied with trying to figure out what was bothering him when he announced he was going to take a shower.

“Can I join you?” she asked carefully when she figured he’d had enough time to cool off – and so had she. He growled a ‘yes’, but didn’t turn around when she stepped into the cabin. “Marshall, what happened to you?”

“Do we have—” A wet sounding slap against his shoulder interrupted him.

“Yes, Marshall,” Lexi said as she stepped around him and wormed her way into his arms. “We have to.”

“Alright,” he said reluctantly. “The first girl I ever slept with… Gina David, senior year. She said she was fine, but there were tears in her eyes, she was bleeding. I wanted to stop, but she insisted it was just… that it was just because it was her first time, too. She told me to keep going, I shouldn’t have, but she kept pushing me… and I—” His voice trailed off.

“You felt guilty,” Lexi filled in, and when she looked up, she was surprised to be met with Marshall, shaking his head.

“Not just that,” he said softly, “I felt violated.” He cleared his throat before speaking again: “I don’t care if we never do anything other than hand jobs and oral, Lexi. But I refuse to hurt you, and you can’t make me.”

“Marshall, I’m really sorry that happened to you. And I’m sorry for pushing you back there,” Lexis said softly.

Marshall shrugged and tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s alright, you didn’t know. I’m sorry that pain has always been so normal for you.”

She nodded, and then her face slowly began to show a smile. “Is it always that difficult?”

“No,” Marshall admitted, a small smile breaking through the sadness on his face, but his eyes weren’t playing along just yet. “You saw what happened when you relaxed, right?” He shrugged.

“We’ll get there,” she sighed as she leaned her head against his chest.

“Yeah, we will.”

“August, I didn’t… I’m so sorry! I can—” She covered her face with her hands, but August pulled them away again. Anjelica looked at him in shock. Was he smiling?

“Angel, it’s okay. I won’t mind the explanation, but there’s no need to get this worked up about it.” He was, indeed, smiling — after all, this had nothing to do with him. He knew Anjelica, he knew their relationship, and they were solid. “Why him?”

Despite his unbelievably relaxed attitude, Anjelica was less than excited about answering the question. “Well, eh…” She took a deep breath, while August pulled her into his arms. “I had this conversation with Sol a while ago. And being on this trip reminded me of… That thing that happened that one time…”

“Mike called it ‘the great fuck-off’,” August sighed.

“Mike knows?” Anjelica shrieked, looking at August in sheer terror.

“Oh, like you didn’t tell everyone at your little ‘girls night’,” he sneered, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like we were planning to tell them—”

“’Them’, as in ‘they all know’?” she sighed.

“Angel, please,” August snapped. “Like I said: It’s not like we set out to tell them, but we were drunk, the others were offering up some stories, they caught our mutual death-stares at each other, Mike and Sy came up with some theories that were all way worse than what had actually happened, so we told them the truth. I think they were fairly disappointed.” August shot a sideways glance at Ange. “Especially after the revelation that Dani isn’t as exclusively attached to Mike as we thought.”

“Oh, I think that was—” Anjelica started, but August raised a hand to… well, to shut her up.

“Ange, I honest to God don’t need to know. Back to your little Geralt-mishap from before.” “There’s really not that much more to tell. Are you upset?”

Her question prompted August to laugh. “Not really. I trust you, and I know nothing happened between the two of you. In part because I suspect Sol would have murdered you by now.”

“What makes you think she’d ever find out?”

“She’s you, but tall.” August deadpanned, and Anjelica couldn’t argue against his solid logic.  

“Do you ever…” Ange started, but August shook his head.

“Nice try, Angel. I wasn’t the one caught red-handed, I’m not incriminating myself.”

Mike snuggled closer to Dani and looked up at her. God, he was adorable.

“What’s wrong, babe?” she asked, stroking a curl away from his face.

“Dani, what are we?” On the list of all the things she thought he might say or ask her, that question was firmly at the bottom. In fact, she wasn’t even sure it was on that list. What she was sure of, though, was that she’d expected to have to ask him that herself — bit she hadn’t planned on doing that for another few weeks.

Confused, she looked at him. “You want to DTR?” It didn’t even seem like his style…

“Yeah,” he said, clearly uneasy — possibly because of her lack of an answer. “I mean… We’ve been going out, and I really like that. I really like you. And I’ve been calling you my girlfriend, but we never really talked about it and…” He looked away shyly. “I can’t even really tell you how I feel about you without saying something that’s just way too much, way too soon, but… yeah.” He shrugged — which was fairly difficult, because he was still lying on his side, snuggled up to Dani.

“Mike, I’d be super stoked to officially be your girlfriend,” she said, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

“You didn’t have to snap at me when all I tried to do was stop you from feeling uncomfortable,” she muttered.

“You’re right,” he admitted, “I didn’t mean to sound annoyed. I wasn’t annoyed. I’m sorry I made you feel that I was.”

Now, it was Elena who had nothing to say.

“Would you care to confirm my theory that telling you I thought you were being unreasonable really didn’t—”

“Oh, that was probably the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever said,” she interrupted with a slight chuckle to her voice. “You were right, of course.”

“I’ve been told it’s not always wise to point that out,” Sherlock replied. “Are we… okay?”

Suddenly, Elena laughed, although Sherlock could have sworn he heard something of a sob in her voice as she did. “If you can accept my apology,” she said softly. “I—” She hesitated. “Oh god, alright. I’m afraid I’m a few days away from my period and my stomach hurts and I’m just… really sorry. It’s no excuse.”

“But it is an explanation,” Sherlock said as he pushed at her shoulder until she moved over, giving him enough room to climb into bed with her. “And a reasonable explanation at that. Come here.”

“I can’t believe our first fight happened because of my PMS,” she groaned as she snuggled into Sherlock’s side.

“Oh, I’m having no trouble believing it at all,” Sherlock chuckled in reply.

Immediately, Elena slammed a hand into his shoulder. “Sherlock Holmes, I swear I will make you sleep on the floor!”

“Easy, darling, I was only joking.”

[mera-mann-kehne-laga]

This is the first time I'm being so excited and yk impatient for the new year. Bcz it's on monday😭 and i meet him after THREE WHOLE DAYS😭😭 YE MOMDAY AA KYU NAHI RAHA BC

[ellegy42]

Disclaimer: Like Danny, I am neither a therapist nor a fully functional human.

"Hey Jazz, I've got a question for you." Danny taps the call onto speaker mode so he can start folding his laundry on what Jazz calls their "Chore Chats."

"Shoot," she says.

"I met this guy, right? And he can do things. The way I can do things. And it turns out he was exposed to this massive chemical leak a while back, but this is Gotham so it's not like he can go get actual therapy or anything, and he can't really talk about it with anyone because again, Gotham. And this guy, he knows a couple of other people who can do stuff, and none of them can get therapy either but they all need help, Jazz, they can't afford to move out of Gotham and half of them have families here but they've all got PTSD like woah."

"Alright," Jazz says when he's finished babbling at her, "So you want to help them?"

Danny rolls his eyes impatiently. "Yes Jazz, that's what I just said."

"Okay, so help them," She tells him, a laugh in her voice.

Wait, what?

"Jazz. Jazz. You want me. To give people therapy? I can barely keep myself functional, I can't keep other people functional!"

"That's not what I'm trying to say," Jazz explains gently, "You don't need to give them therapy, and you shouldn't. Do you know what you can give them?"

"No?"

"You can give them someone to tallk to. You can give them all the tricks you've learned to deal with the bad days. You can give them a support system and a community Danny, and that's big."

Anxiety surges up into his chest and throat, choking him. "But what if I screw it up?"

"What happened when I screwed it up?" Jazz counters. "I wasn't perfect when I started trying to help you. I'm still not."

But that's different, Danny wants to say, but he pushes it away and tries to actually think about what his sister asked. So: what had happened when Jazz screwed up?

...Nothing, really. He'd known she was trying to help, even though she didn't really know what she was doing, and she'd done her best to know that she'd try her hardest to help even though that sometimes looked like Danny getting stuck in a thermos because Jazz inherited their Dad's aim. Or rather, his lack of aim.

"Start by inviting them over. Have some snacks, talk about what's going on in your life. Let them share if they want to. You can play games if you want to, make dinner or something. Do whatever you want. The point is that they know you're all in it together."

Danny chews on his lip, absently grateful for his healing ability given how much he does this. "You think it's a good idea?"

"I do."

"And I won't screw it up too bad?"

"You won't. You've got this, Danny. And if you mess up, it'll be okay. That's part of being a person, messing up and learning from your mistakes."

"Alright. Thanks, Jazz."

"Anytime. I love you, Danny."

"Love you too, Jazz."

Danny doesn't put away his phone - he needs to do this before he loses his courage. A few quick taps and he's started a new chat - a few seconds' thought and he types in a simple AA for the title, snickering to himself.

"What's AA stand for?" Neighbor Wilson asks later that night.

Danny grins. "Anomalies Anonymous."

The group chat already has a half a dozen members, and it's growing quickly.

Danny as a member of Metahumans Anonymous

So, Gotham has a fairly strict No Metas Rule. Not because Batman hates Metas or because the people do, but because it isn’t safe for them to live there with so many Rouges looking for powerful Henchmen. Rogues that will do anything to them or their families to get them to obey.

The few Metas that do live there do so in secret, hiding their powers from everybody else and trying to live a normal life.

Then comes in Danny Fenton. He just recently moved to the City for work, and he just so happens to move in across from one of these hidden Metas. His neighbor accidentally reveals his powers to Danny, and starts to panic because even one person knowing could lead to more people knowing and soon enough he would be stuck in a henchman position being ragdolled by the Batman for the crime of using his Fire Breath to heat up his coffee in front of his neighbor.

Before his neighbor can panic anymore and run away, Danny uses his powers to freeze the doorknob shut. Seeing that Danny is also a Meta, his neighbor calms down a bit.

They start hanging out together, a sort of Metahuman solidarity, and eventually meet another Meta, and another, and another, each time sharing their contact info to keep in touch and make sure everybody else is safe. They eventually meet a couple dozen Metas living on Gotham in secret, creating a group chat to keep in touch and talk.

This eventually culminates into weekly meetings to hang out and discuss their lives, talk about the ways that being Metas affected their lives, explain the various way they unlocked their powers (lab accident, car crash, naturally as kids, etc.), and even play some sports while using their Powers in a hidden warehouse.

It’s a sort of freedom that none of them have experienced since moving to Gotham, a way to let loose and confide in people who understand their lives and struggles. It becomes therapeutic in a way, and it does help that Danny knows a little about Psychology from his sister, so he can help his new friends calm down during a panic attack or talk about tough subjects more easily.

He can also use his Technical Know-How build them some trinkets, as little souvenirs or gifts. But he is also a Ghost, and the love-language of Ghosts is violence, so he makes them little weapons as “Toy Gifts”. He makes a Flamethrower for his Fire Neighbor as a joke, a Blowgun for the guy with Wind Powers, a Water Gun for the guy who makes acid, all that.

They even use the toy weapons in their Games, and it helps that some of their members have healing powers so their don’t have to worry about being hurt too bad.

All in all, it’s a really fun place to hang out with their Meta buddies.

Their Safe Haven.

…

Then one day, Robin sees some people using their powers from a skylight of the Meta Sports Warehouse.

[trlblzd]

@paradoxdriven sent : [TEXT] - you’re LATE. / from Herta. Hi :3

BEING SUMMONED BY MADAME HERTA always evokes aa lot of strange emotions within them ranging from defiance, sadness, but also a level of DETERMINATION. right now, they did not feel the last one as they were feeling rather lazy today. they did not even bother to look at the message considering that the moment they laid their eyes on the notification, they already KNEW what she wanted. to test the simulated universe, find if there are any bugs, try to resonate with the aeons from within, & ultimately test out the enemies. the immersiveness of it is fun in the moment but at the same time, certain parts of the universe never fails to give them headaches given the scenarios from within. the familiar environments and opponents that are in there also gets them troubled at times, giving them a false sense of deja vu but they know that they cannot DENY herta. she is persistent and to her credit, she does compensate them.

groaning, they are certain that there is no escape from this which is why they now stand outside of the office of the simulated universe. one of her puppets are bound to be INSIDE and they know they must inform her of their arrival now unless she gets more impatient.

[ ISMS ] - i'm outside alr

[ ISMS ] - coming in

[away-ward]

Hey K.O.,

i find it interesting that michael, banks, kai and will's perceiving and deciding functions are the exact same: Ne, Si, Fi, Te

michael being ISTJ, Si Te Fi Ne

banks being ESTJ, Te Si Ne Fi

kai being INFP, Fi Ne Si Te

will being ENFP, Ne Fi Te Si

similarities & difference i noticed (but i'm kinda lazy to cite): love to play with or break structures or rules, can be a good follower or leader, depending on the situation, they seem like the punctual type, the STJ seems strict while the opposite functions, NFP, can be pretty relax and chill, but both have a structure they prefer, follow and lead themselves and others. Both seem the kinds to either LOVE plans, or HATE plans, but they heavily depend on the situations. STJ more impatience than NFP, NFP looks more welcoming but in actuality both are pretty reserved with strangers. Their strength and weakness compliments each other and might be something that theyre secretly jealous of each other.

2. then there's rika who i assumed was an ESFJ, and her perceiving and deciding functions are similar to aydin's INTP, Ne Ti Fe Si

rika being ESFJ, Fe Si Ne Ti

aydin being INTP, Ti Ne Si Fe

similarities and differences: pretty open to new things, loves to banter, care about the mood of the people of their surroundings. Care more about fighting for "truths" and "freedom" than efficiency. Can be seen as "smart" because they like to be curios and engage in intellectually stimulating conversations with people. Can be really talkative when talking about things they have interest. Can be seen as liars because their truths can be seen as fake or deceiving. Idk what else to them, idc.

3. and then there's winter and alex who i typed as ISFP and ESFP, i already went through the stacks, and i feel like winter's an ISFP instead of your typing her as ESFP because of her Ni that i feel like is more utilised in her decision making than her Te. As compared to alex where Alex's Te is higher than her Ni, since she was worse at prediction than winter was. Winter's pov always have this ominous feeling of predicting something, but because it was based on facts, she did seem to lie on some occassions to justify what she thought acually happened. I don't really understand much about her character, so i hope someone would share their opinions of her here

winter being ISFP, Fi Se Ni Te

alex being ESFP, Se Fi Te Ni

4. and funnily enough my most loved and hated character have the same function stacks too 🥲

damon and emory both having Ni, Fe, Ti and Se in their stacks.

damon being ISTP, Ti Se Ni Fe

emory being INFJ, Ni Fe Ti Se

at this point, i feel like we have talked about em's mbti a lot, but what do you think of damon's? Just like winter, idk much about him because intially i thought he was INFJ, but now, i honestly dk anymore. Lmao, i mean he still have the same function stacks, but clearly he was still very different than emory. Oooo maybe thats why i was confused at first? Damon torrance fans, please come forward and share your insights! (And kai's too 🥲)

what i gather from all of this is that people who have the exact same fx stacks can understand each other pretty well, but their priorities on which stack that was more important to them will decide their final MBTI and personality type. What other similarities and differences do you see, K.O.?

Hey! Welcome back.

So right off the bat, I'll say that getting into the individual cognitive functions is way over my head. I always really struggled with that part of MBTI which is a part of the reason why I never took it farther. Another reason is that I feel when you get too deep in the weeds with MBTI, the types start to become like molds or boxes that others think dictate how a person should and will act in every occasion, which just isn't the case (not saying that this is what you've done or anything; just a reason why I can't have deep conversations on it).

Aa an example, I've always tested as an INFP, and I identify pretty well with the general profiles about INFPs. However, this paragraph that you wrote for Rika an Aydin:

2. then there's rika who i assumed was an ESFJ, and her perceiving and deciding functions are similar to aydin's INTP, Ne Ti Fe Si rika being ESFJ, Fe Si Ne Ti aydin being INTP, Ti Ne Si Fe similarities and differences: pretty open to new things, loves to banter, care about the mood of the people of their surroundings. Care more about fighting for "truths" and "freedom" than efficiency. Can be seen as "smart" because they like to be curios and engage in intellectually stimulating conversations with people. Can be really talkative when talking about things they have interest. Can be seen as liars because their truths can be seen as fake or deceiving. Idk what else to them, idc.

Everything here can be said about me. Now, I don't know if that's because the we have some similar cognitive functions or if it's just those traits are so general that they can't really be applied to more than just a few types. I also believe that everything in MBTI is on a spectrum, and nobody is 100% one thing or another, and we all have shadow functions that come into play at some point.

For the most part, I see MBTI as a way to get the general sense of the characters. It's a fun game, too, and as we have seen, very funny for discussions. But for me, that's about as far as I can take it.

I think it would be very interesting to get the takes of other people who also know about MBTI.

and then there's winter and alex who i typed as ISFP and ESFP, i already went through the stacks, and i feel like winter's an ISFP instead of your typing her as ESFP because of her Ni that i feel like is more utilised in her decision making than her Te

I really wish I did understand better so I had a better response for you! But unfortunately, like I said, it just read down the list on mbti notes and went with my gut. Briefly reviewing the functions, I see why I went with ESFP for Winter, but again, I have a very surface level of understanding and am only reading the notes to see what lines up with my impression of Winter. Inferior Ni still makes a lot of sense to me.

BUT! I'm in no way an authority and am not going to force anyone to see things my way. If ISFP makes more sense to you. Personally, after reviewing both functions, I can see it both ways and was probably on the fence. Like I said, Dom Se and Inf Ni just make a lot of sense to me.

And I never bothered to type Alex, so I'm really of not help here. Whoops.

I will clarify in case this is causing an issue in my view of the characters, but when I typed them I found myself gravitating towards the "unhealthy" or "immature" versions of the functions, and that made sense because... you know. the characters that we're dealing with are probably not the healthiest representations of their type...

that being said -

but what do you think of damon's? Just like winter, idk much about him because intially i thought he was INFJ, but now, i honestly dk anymore.

So, it would take me a minute to go back over all the functions to see if something else aligns better with Damon. It might be beneficial considering the new information we just go with the bonus chapter. But over all, "Immature" Ti still fit really well to me, although it could overlap with Te.

Dom Te - I'll bold the parts that I thought I saw in Damon through the first part of the series and especially in Kill Switch.

"Immature IxTPs suffer the negative aspects of Ti due to an overly reductive attitude, unable/unwilling to process information that doesn’t “make sense” to them, perhaps becoming blind to important factors that should be taken into consideration. They might exhibit problematic traits such as: disinterest, indifference, apathy, dismissiveness, obliviousness, small-mindedness, arrogance."

Inf Fe -

Signs of dominant Ti extremes:

emotionally unavailable

critical or antagonistic

selfish and stingy attitude

very shallow relationships

doesn’t recognize social obligations

Loss of normal and healthy dominant Ti functioning:

I feel strangely confused or can’t think straight.

I am unable to make sense of the problem(s) facing me.

I don’t know why I am doing the negative/obnoxious things I do.

Examples of out of character inferior Fe grip tendencies:

I am uncool, awkward, unconfident, “not myself”.

I can’t help feeling strangely guilty, ashamed, unsure, inadequate.

I am more inclined to seek affirmation, approval, agreement.

I can’t brush off things that I usually don’t think/care about.

I am saddened/startled by how inept I am at caring for others.

I am suddenly very bothered about feeling alienated.

I go out of my way to provoke/get attention from a particular person.

I suddenly escalate arguments or get caught up in drama.

I irrationally suspect/accuse people of trying to manipulate/control me.

Aux Se:

selfish and impulsive, does whatever one wants easily addicted to

physical/sensory stimulation tries anything just to feel “alive” and “high” evades consequences;

leaves a trail of destruction

wants immediate gratification; angry when thwarted

I highlighted all of that, so it might be where I started with Damon, because it fit cleanly with my impression of him. However, this is a general description of an underdeveloped Se.

easygoing and carefree yet grounded and pragmatic

fun-loving attitude but doesn’t seek pleasure merely out of boredom

keeps productive by committing to hands on, skill building activities

faces facts; addresses flaws/weaknesses/mistakes very honestly

observant of consequences of healthy/unhealthy gratification

And this looks more like the grown, father version of Damon we get in the epilogue/Fire Night

Brining us to Ter Ni

Because this is lower in the stack than Se, and we're looking at an unhealthy version of Damon, chronic Se underdevelopment include:

a sullen, blank, or withdrawn attitude

abnormal/repetitive desire for physical pleasure

lack of commitment; resists new experiences - Damon will do most anything as long as his friends are doing it, but he doesn't do it for the new experience and probably wouldn't part take unless the others were there;

excessively limited/literal/one-sided view of facts

unproductive; only cares about instant gratification

and

Common Ni loop tendencies / Signs of Ni loop:

can’t see that lack of will and commitment causes restlessness

disengaged; never acts to change problematic situations

drifts through life with no regard for/awareness of rules and conventions

irrationally paranoid about being trapped/confined/controlled

uses “alternative” lifestyle to immaturely express independence/individuality

believes in nonsense “mystical” signs/intuitions about how to live life

self-defeating; unable/unwilling to have faith in anything or anyone

derisive, fatalistic, only envisions (and believes in) negative/empty outcomes 

There might another type that fits better, and my impression of Damon might be off. I'm really just going with my gut and best estimated guess here, but I did give my typing an honest effort and thought. I'm still very open to hearing alternatives!

I think understanding personality types can help with understanding how people gather information and communicate it. Really still fuzzy on how the position of the function effects all of that, but it sounds like you have a good lock on it. You should do character profiles! With references and stuff. I'm sure so many people would find it interesting and helpful.

Thanks for keeping on with the conversation! Looking forward to your next thoughts.

KO -

P.S. I have received your follow up message but have not had the chance to review all of the videos you found. Since you said that you mostly just wanted to share, I'm going to post it without a response. Once I have a chance to come back to it, I'll add my thoughts if I have any. Thanks!

[willnotdothefandango-a]

WHINES LOUDLY AND WAITS FOR TIME DIFFERENCE TO CATCH UP WHILE BLASTING JETLAG.

[jaeyong-sucker]

BOREDOM • JAEHYUN

PAIRING: Jeong Jaehyun x Male Reader 

GENRE: Smut

WARNINGS: Oral Sex, Rimming, Blowjob

SUMMARY: Jaehyun finds his cure to boredom.

Note: Thank you, @averyfromzero for requesting! I hope you enjoy reading this! Also, credits to @yutaslaugh for the amazing GIF!

You never ran so fast in your whole life. And it's because of one simple text message. Three words that ignite your insides every single time you read them from your inbox. Words that only Jaehyun can manage to say to you upfront or online. A text you received just a few minutes ago.

♡♡♡

"Bro, I'm horny."

And here you are, breathless from running and skipping steps, on the tenth floor of the building. You didn't mind taking a breather and slammed Jaehyun's door open instead. There he is.  Naked, leaning against the headboard with his legs wide open, aa if welcoming you for a hug. Toying his exposed cock out of boredom and impatience. The corner of his lips curled upward to a smirk, knowing he has something to eat.

"Glad you came, dude." He purrs as you lock the door. 

"Just being your good friend here." You flirtatiously wink as you start stripping yourself off your clothes. You head to his drawers in search for your toys only you and Jaehyun knew and use for special occasions. Jaehyun unconsciously bites his lip as you bend to search for the toys, your hole bare and exposed to Jaehyun. 

"No. I just want nothing but your ass today. Didn't you see my text?" He whines impatiently, making you stifle your laughs. Well, he's just something else. You both had multiple rounds yesterday that drove Jungwoo out of his shared room with Jaehyun and stayed with the Dreamies temporarily. 

You chuckle as you slowly walk towards Jaehyun. Biting your lower lip and roaming your hands all over your body just made Jaehyun blush and more desperate of your ass,  like cool water in a scorching desert. Your faces are now centimeters near each other that you breathe each other's air.

You licked your lips and looked at Jaehyun with lusty eyes. "Show me how much you want it, dude."

At that, Jaehyun pulled you to a greedy kiss to which you didn't back out. You both had a strong grip of each other's hairs as your tongues clashed into each other, giving you a taste of the sweet wine Jaehyun drank a while back. He pulls out and harshly turns you around. Now your hole is centimeters near his mouth and you are on your elbows and knees, your position giving you a great view of his leaking dick.

"I always get what I want." He growls and spits on your puckered hole before attacking it with short licks making sure to tickle every inch of your hole. You jolt in surprise, making you grip into Jaehyun's thighs. 

Being the horny man he is, Jaehyun hooked his arms around your thighs and spread your ass cheeks wider for better access to your hole. He placed wet kisses all over your cheeks  before devouring into your hole like a madman. He knew everything about your body. He devoured your ass in all the right places making you choke out soft moans.

Looking at the leaking cock in front of you, you can't help but give it some needed attention. You engulfed Jaehyun's tip in your warm mouth, swirling your tongue around it and occasionally pressing on the slit to elicit more precum. You know Jaehyun loved the way you suck Jaehyun's cock and it became evident when he wiggled his tongue inside your hole to return the deed. Jaehyun growls as he explores your ass deeper, burying his face between your ass cheeks and nuzzling deeper inside your gaping hole. 

You take more of Jaehyun's fat cock inside your mouth, engulfing the member in wet heat. You take him in greedily until your nose slightly touches his balls. You're lucky Jaehyun didn't thrust into your mouth. You can't help but gag every time Jaehyun fucks you in the mouth even though you've sucked him multiple times for months. 

You pump with one hand the remaining area of his cock you can't take in and use the other to massage his hanging balls. You bob your head over Jaehyun's throbbing cock, making sure to swirl your tongue around it before pulling out with the tip left to be stimulated by your tongue and slamming your head back down to repeat the process. Spit and precum are  now leaking from your mouth as you suck him and some even coating a few of your fingers. You hear his low groans of pleasure, making you speed up your sucking.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun resumed being aggressive on your ass after resting his tongue. He licks long stripes along your butt crack before wiggling his tongue around and inside your hole. He added a finger pressing against your prostate for extra pleasure. Sinful noises filled the entire room. Your muffled, high pitched moans alongside the squelching sounds from sucking accompanied by Jaehyun's low grunts and growls. Both vulgar sounds indicated pleasure and satisfaction. Besides, that's what good friends are for, right? They benefit each other. His cock throbbed hardly inside your wam mouth making him pull out and scream your name.

"Y/N, fuck! Your mouth feels so good!"

You only hummed at the praise and took all of his monstrous cock completely, not caring if you gagged everytime you slammed your head down his shaft. Jaehyun threw his head back and stutter with incomplete words and broken moans, not giving a care on how fucked he looked. 

Desperate for orgasm, Jaehyun pushes you off him and pumps his dick at an animalistic pace. He screws his eyes shut and screams out the loudest of his moans as he finally releases his cum all over his fingers. Jaehyun chuckles in satisfaction after catching his breath.

"Tha… that was fun, my dude." He loudly chuckles before opening his eyes to find you in front of him, pumping your erection with a cute pout on your face.

"Awwww. Come on, bro. Let me help you with that."

♡♡♡

Hi! It took me about two hours writing this smut and I think I did fine. But I tried, though. Let me know what you think about this! Feedback and advice are always welcome and appreciated. LOVE LOVE LOVE. 

- jaeyong_sucker ^~^

[alexturne]

ARCTIC FUCKING MONKEYS 'THE CAR'

Listened to the album!

IT IS PERFECT, EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED!

Most beautiful album I've ever heard!

First reactions to each song below track by track 💖

There'd better be a mirrorball

Perfect opener

A perfect storm of sound welcoming us to the album

The introduction piece is astounding

Alex's voice is perfect

So melancholic

The drum sounds are so good and crisp, the hihat sounds pristine

The piano sounds fucking gorgeous

So soft and so sad

The bass accentuated the deeper piano notes so well

Alex's tone is so deep and rich

Nick is playing it so playfully

Shit i spilled my coffee

The caa-aa-aarr, the most beautiful part of this song

The strings are so gorgeous. What they say about them coming in and out of focus really makes sense

The accentuate what is already there so well without taking over

I ain't quite where i think i am

Bongos!

Waaaah!

Done with being sad

I can picture people dancing in a dirty 70s disco club

The bass is bouncing so nicely

The strings!

The guitars are really going at it

The vocal almost falls into the background, the instruments are doing the heavy work and it's glorious

Lyrics seem less important, they are words to support the melody

The strings bring the melancholy back

It slows down

Bridge is sad, lyrics are more important now

THE STRINGS!

Most beautiful moment on the song

A dip into the real, the bridge is what matters most and it is being kept well hidden inside the funk. It is vulnerable. It hurts

And then back

Sculptures of anything goes

FUCK! THAT NOISE

CHILLS

FUCK

Someone is chasing me

Alex is mad

That noise!!

The bunbulbuk um drums

I want to hear this again and I'm only 30 seconds in

Sculptures of anything goes has such a nice rhytyhm to it, like the words are supporting the melody

The drums!!

The clingclinc!!!!

THIS IS A MASTERPIECE

the is so dark

My heart hurts

This is a new Alex

THE GUITAR IS ANGRY TOO

FALSETTO

It's so dangerous

And it does that!!

Back and in again!

This feels so dangerous i can't get enough

The pound if those drums

The clingcling again

THE GASP

Alex is so mad so so mad

I am out of breath

So circular

Like they are walking in big dark circles, so angry, after you, dark eyes coming to get you

BEST ONE

Take me back

Repeat

Jet skis on the moat

OH

Aaah

Reprieve from the darkness

Marvin gaye

So soft

Come give your buddy a hug

It's still so sad.

He is trying to be soft and happy but he is not

How can he sing like this. This is so new too

The guitar is the lead vocalist on this

Oh it's seductive and then it's not

He is trying but it's not what he really wants

It's so sweet, but there is something lurking underneath

The little glimmers

It's very sparkly this song

Such pretty notes

Ooohhh his voice

Little pretty cracks

I'm so proud of him, that he has grown into this and allows himself to also be this

Body paint

Oh i know this, a relief

So pretty

It's so much softer than the live versions

The piano is really where it's at now

Soft and pretty and sweet, but there is something hidden underneath still

Snark. Or frustration. Impatience, annoyance

Oh the strings

You barely notice the shifts but then when you do it's just perfect

He is a fucking genius

Mooooooooove

The background vocals are so sparse but so effective

They stroke my ears so good

If you're thinking of me I'm probably thinking of you. The most important lyric of this song

The review that mentioned that he wrote the song just to be able to say that was so right

Oohhhh the build up

The little dip with the acoustic guitar is so pretty and so well done

And now it grows! I love it so much

They weren't going to do it like that but they were seduced by their own need to be wild and perform and go crazy together, they can't help themselves, they have too much fun when they're together.

They need to do another rehearsal room album at some point

The guitar is sublime

Uuuuhhhhh

HAH!

The piano right after that is THE BEST his duet partner

Him just kinda riffing, his voice is his instrument not just a way so speak words

What do they say at the end

Perfect song

The car

Here we fucking go

The fingerpicking

Cowboy

Oohh dark

This is so Morricone

The drums

Aesthetic cowboys

Going into the desert with your buddies on horseback

This sounds so unique

The tones

It's drawing me in, leading into something unsure

Oh the strings

It's so dangerous too. In a different way.

Bond strings!

Oh this sounds like the introduction to a movie

So cinematic. Hollywood.

Guitar solo!! Ooh my god

Oohh this is insane.

Who is doing them

I have had the sense throughout this whole thing that lyrics have taken on a very different meaning to him. They're not his primary thing anymore. The music speaks louder.

Quick stop

I wasn't ready for that

Hard to let go of

Big ideas

First studio version listen!

Smaller and softer than the live version

He has such a chip on his shoulder about something

Ooh the bass and strings

This feels like it's filled with regret

What could've been

So beautiful

Hurts my soul

The strings steal my attention in such a nice way

The ballad of what could've been, most important lyric

He is saying goodbye to a lot of things. Leaving stuff behind.

He is changing

This is not about relationships. This is much more important

That seems so hopeless. I cannot for the life of me remember how they go - that is so sad. It speaks volumes

Sounds like Venice.

The godfather vibes

One solo into the next, angrier one

When the strings and the guitar goes UP UP UP UP together that's so genius

This hits so hard

Hello you

Oh wow

Bongos are back

Warp speed vibes

So groovy

Oh Alex is feeling superior, this is so glossy

He is bouncing

This is his time to shine he is stepping into the spotlight

He is so angry

Helloooo youuuuuu

I can imagine him on spinning stage with a sparkly microphone being so charming whilst cussing everyone and seducing them at the same time

Apologiiiiiiiiiiiize that's crazy. His voice is kicking my ass

I need to listen with lyrics later

The bounce is going so hard. It's so unique

How did they come up with this

The splinglsplsingplsijg with strings and piano

Tyler parkford is present in this house tonight. Mini mansions vibes

Ooohh falsetto

Crystal baaaaaallll

This is so bright and so menacing at the same time

Could pass for 17 if i get a shave and catch some zzzzzzz sounds amazing, much different than i pictured

Helloooiuu youuuu it draws my attention every time, it is really capturing

Hellooouu youuuu

Oh that's beautiful

It stopped!

Fuck they are geniuses

Mr. Schwartz

Oh

Oh i want to cry immediately

Godfather

Led zeppelin

Glam/psych/prog rock ballad

Oh this is stunning

He is Mr Schwartz

Alex is Mr Schwartz

Oh the melody is gorgeous

The vocal really something special

Oh that note

Bond vibes again

Oh the drums pick up

Little groovy, bossa nova

This is an album that needs to be played from beginning to end in one sitting

This is an ALBUM

This is perfect

This is so them

This is the vinyl experience, the full album

Their singles picks are so good

Such good notes, they've always been the best at using the best notes

Oohhh he is sassy

There's not one goddmn thing you can do about it, baby

He is Mr Schwartz i need to say that again

Oh the strings ties it all together so well

They are geniuses

Perfect sense

Oohhh

Motown

The drum sounds incredible! So massive

The end credits

This sounds amazing. So unique

So big

Oscar worthy

Oh it sounds good.

His voice is immaculate

That's what it takes

He has not been happy one second of this record. He is so melancholy i want to hug him but i know he knows better. He knows. He always knows.

That's what it takes to say goodnight

It's making me cry

This is so emotional.

This is overwhelming me.

The strings are perfect

This.... My heart

This is so beautiful. The melody is beyond. So classic and cinematic and so beautiful

Most stunning song

And it's done???????????????????

Cant believe it's over.

I am so proud of them. Proud to be their fan.

I feel privileged to be able to follow them and to watch them grow into this

This is the most beautiful album I've ever heard.

It gripped my heart and never let go

Feels like a soundtrack. Like a mix between Tenet and godfather and bond and a Morricone western.

But with strings in a sunny floral garden, but with dark clouds gathering in, threatened to release rain any second.

There is such a melancholic darkness looming over all of the songs, it's moody in such a unique way.

Can't wait to hear it again and delve more into the lyrics.

[holmes-cringe-compilation]

HIYA! Ahh thank you so much for answering my request for the singing one! I love it so much!! 🎉🥺 I'd like to go by Sugar Cube anon if you don't mind listing me on the list! (She/her)

I'd hate to bother you, but I have one last request to ask. Could you possibly write a scenario or headcanons about Sherlock with an S/O who plays the violin? I can just imagine the reaction when he finds out that his S/O can play the violin!

hi sugar cube anon ! thanks for the request. honestly..... violin music slaps, anything in the strings section in an orchestra is peak music for me (listening to aa orchestral music rn) and i would love it if sherlock dropped his soundcloud (i know you have it mr holmes. i need to listen to your violin music). anyways, i hope you enjoy this !

sherlock with an s/o who can play the violin

the detective is a rather musical man, it's an often common thing to see sherlock playing the violin laying on the couch when you come to visit. he creates melodies that even bring tears to your eyes, but forgets almost immediately how the melody goes afterwards.

he asks you to listen to his works even at three in the morning, which can be kind of annoying but it's also endearing and cute to see his face light up when you tell him you like it.

sherlock had invited you to come over for dinner and had been waiting for a while, antsy as he bounced his leg up and down on the floor. sherlock wanted to know why you were (checks watch) 2 minutes and 35 seconds late !! (he's kinda eager because he helped prepare dinner this time)

the wait got to him and he got up, grabbing his coat and slinging it on as quickly as he could, maybe he could see of you were still at home and that's why you were delayed.

the walk through the streets was accompanied by a slight chill in the weather, leaves floating across the street and a few droplets of rain fell to the curb. sherlock turned a corner to hear some music, a violin to be exact, and some synchronised clapping, and being the curious guy he was he decided to check out what was going on.

he turned to see a small crowd of people. wading his way through the people to see the source of the music, he saw his love, playing an incredibly beautiful tune. his eyes widened as he witnessed your confident movements, swaying your body as if the music was transforming you into a celestial being.

he smiled brightly, clapping alongside everyone else while they boogied and spun others around in a jolly mood. the music eventually came to a stop with everyone cheering, whistling and applauding your performance. taking a bow and thanking the crowd, you catch a certain blonde in the corner of your peripheral.

was it.. no, it couldn't be. you squinted.... maybe? oh shit ! you thought, i have to meet him for dinner, and i'm late ! you frantically put everything back in your violin case, the crowd of people chatting amongst themselves as they went back to their regular duties. all but one left you though.

sherlock's smile never left his face, walking up to you to tell you how amazed he was hearing you play and how you two must duet ! your head snapped up, noticing how close the man was without properly registering who he was.

"i-i'm sorry sir but-"

" 'sir' ? have you forgotten who i am, my dearest ?"

then it hit you. the man that you thought was waiting like an impatient child at his flat was... right here. this emitted another yelp from you as you fully realised that yes, your suspicions were true.

nothing but stutters came out of your mouth as the blonde chuckled, putting his hand on your shoulder, "your playing was amazing, darling. i didn't know you could play the violin !" you explain that you've been at it for a while as he's still thinking about the melody that's running through his ears... maybe you should start your soundcloud career so he can listen to your music on the go.

"we should absolutely duet a song together ! and i think we should do so during dinner, what do you think, love ?" sherlock holds you close as he guides you to 221b for dinner.

[7clubs]

i have never thought of franseb before but i've got to say you definitely have my attention now! do elaborate

(CLAPS HANDS TOGETHER) OKAY. THE YUMIMEI AGENDA.

TL;DR: You have two similarly aged youth with so much room to grow, who have a lot in common in terms of family trauma and are mirrors but are simultaneously very different personality-wise, which is SUPER SUPER fun. Similar base appeal here as Fran/maya: silly and serious. Opposites attract, except they're also the same.

Franziska's view of Seb quickly grew from disrespect to seeing them as a mirror of her and perhaps an equal. There is so much opportunity for that to develop into a deep friendship during the 7 year gap, and for them to do a lot of healing together as two who would relate to each other a lot but crucially have different perspectives.

Sebastian is imperfection, is becoming stronger from making mistakes and learning from them. Franziska is perfection, and becoming stronger in realizing it isn't everything.

(Gender stuff and more details under the cut whee)

First of all to get this out of the way. I think most of this part of the fandom agrees that Fran is a huge lesbian and I've hc'd her such pretty much as long as I known I've been into women (2013?) I think this is a big reason why people don't even consider sebfran within the blip of possibility.

It just so happened that a few years ago, before I ever once thought about the parallels between the two of them, before i even had a single thought about them being friends, I started HC'ing seb as a non-binary trans girl. Seb is a magnet for trans HCs, because literally any story about defying your parent's expectations is really really fucking good for that and also they're incredibly Gender.

But I think most people go with transmasc (where they're already presenting as such in canon) which is really understandable and still an epic hc, but I've always found it really compelling for her to realize she's trans after the events of AAI2. Blooming beyond the shadow of her father.

Basically I accidentally put myself into a position where I (big lesbian) could become really, really invested in these two once the dominos fell and I connected the dots. And I did, once I really got into AA again last year, since these two have always been really high up in my favs list and AAI2 is my absolute favorite game. I realized how much they had in common.

(Obviously you don't have to hc Fran as a lesbian and Seb as transfem and you can still ship these two. It's just that I'm a big lesbian and I like weird women in love, so snooty mean girl x ALSO snooty silly girl is a really. really good combination and boosts this ship up for me, especially once you make them sapphics in cool law suits. soooo gnc so true <33)

I THINK if you like Fran/Maya then you're gonna understand a lot of what I like in YumiMei already: they have a lot in common in terms of twisted family histories and expectations, but their actual personalities are VERY different. Which is a really awesome tried and tested recipe for a REALLY GOOD dynamic.

There's a really solid foundation at the end of AAI2 for these two to become amazing friends. Franziska outright makes a comparison to her experiences with MVK with Sebastian's experience with Blaise. She was very impatient and rude to them at first, yes, but quickly realized that they're mirrors.

At the end of AAI2, Franziska establishes the respect she has for Seb by returning care of Roland's trial to them and watching them on. Same with the credits: she knows they'll be tested, just like her.

They're not necessarily at the same stage of their law career, yeah, Seb is a rookie and Franziska is a freak who has been doing this since 13. But I feel that they stand as equals. (That said, yeah, I'm not super comfortable with them getting together until late 7yg and beyond, when Seb's already an established professional and Also, you know, Knows She's A Girl Now.)

Both of them are grieving the fallen images of their fathers. Both of them have felt that there was a time when they had no one else on their side, with Sebastian being disowned and Franziska dealing with both her father's death and her brother's disappearance. Both of them, for a time, struggled wondering whether they should keep doing the work they do. Throwing away the whip, running from the prosecutor's path.

Veering more into headcanon territory; since they're both closely tied to Edgeworth, it's very easy for them to keep in touch after AAI2/during the 7yg. Franziska puts up a facade of being mean and aloof, but she's an inherently caring person and I think she'd look out for Seb. I think from there they could start talking.

I feel like Franziska is a very guarded and emotionally constipated person and she struggles a lot opening up to someone who's known her her whole life, like Edgeworth. (in general, the vk siblings are just Very Bad at being open with eachother.) I think it's important to remember at this point, despite her accomplishments, that she's barely an adult and I think it helps a lot to have someone close to her age as a new friend and peer without all that baggage.

Sebastian on the other hand is someone who just... has their heart on their sleeve. an Open book. emotional and gutsy if they have to be. And in that final logic chess you can see that they understand the importance of listening to someone.

Anyway yeah. they become rant buddies. they talk about their messed up fathers with each other and the complicated relationship they have with the work they've both devoted their lives to and they just get it and are a shoulder to lean on. they develop a rich, deep friendship over the 7yg and teach each other what they know. and this is important to me: yes, Franziska teaches Seb some of the tools of the trade, how to be a better prosecutor, just as a courtesy bc they're friends. but Sebastian also teaches her a lot in turn, about life. About picking yourself up after all your mistakes. I like genuinely think because of more connections and openness, Seb winds up with a bit more emotional maturity. Franziska doesn't need to be perfect in front of them. So they both can be their truer selves.

And that's the main thing really. I think they just become the best of friends. Before romance, before anything else. Seven years of contemplative nights at the office and mutual support. From there, love is just like breathing.