#aaaaah so soft 🥰

[trappezoider]

i am endlessly fascinated by the way you draw hair. it looks amazing even in your doodles, let alone fully detailed pieces. just stunning. could i persuade you to make a little tutorial? i'd be happy to write a soft sebinis ficlet for you in exchange. 🥰

Aaaaah, I didn't think it looked like anything special xD If anything I struggle with it a lot, so thank you for this compliment😭 I made a lil tutorial of how I do it so you'll know my secrets :D But it's very general and I bet there are a ton of better hair tutorials out there. I didn't include any colour as I focus more on the texture and the shape more. The sketching phase is definitely my favourite rather than colouring hehe... And I would love to read a sebinis ficlet omg!! But I want you to write whatever you're most interested in!! No need for separate gifts just for this!! x) (but I will be staring at AO3 and refreshing the tag lol)

[hottpinkpenguin]

AAAAAH I JUST FOUND YOU AND I LOVE YOUR WORK 🫶🤍 please release more smut 🙈 HAHAHAHAH more nikolai lantsov too please 🥰🥵

can you do a smut with "This won't hurt." "Like hell it won't." HAHAHAHAHAHHA nikolai lantso x reader 🙈

thank youuuu 😘🫶🤍

Hurt Me - Nikolai Lantsov X Fem!Reader

18+ only!!! MINORS DNI

A/N: apparently the cure for the terrible writer's block I've had is absolute filthy smut! who knew?! thanks anon for this request, and i'm sorry it took me so long to get to it! i'm finally back y'all!!!!!!!!! Word Count: 3,658 Warnings: unprotected sex; anal sex; oral sex mutual; praise kink; fingering; no lube (don't do that); sprinkles of Dom/Sub vibes but super minor

“Doesn’t everyone love a little pain with their pleasure?”

Nikolai threw the covers off his body, rolling over with an exasperated sigh in the stifling darkness of his bedchamber. Ever since he’d heard you say those words over one too many glasses of kvas last week, he couldn’t think of anything else. Let alone sleep. Each time he dreamt, his mind tormented him with fantasies that left him sweating, restless, and hard. 

That was his predicament now. The dream he’d just woken from was receding from his consciousness as his mind fully surfaced out of sleep. Part of him welcomed the reprieve from his insatiable lust, but part of him lamented the loss of what had felt so real. He grabbed at the fading flickers of his dream: the sound of your breathing as it quickened, the feeling of your soft skin under his palms, the sight of you straddling his lap, your hips driving down onto his hard cock, chasing your high and pulling him closer to his own… 

“God damn it.” He sat up in bed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. A faint sheen of sweat danced across his shirtless torso. His dick was hardening the more he clung to the sensations of his dreams. He stood from the bed, frustrated in all the wrong ways, and strode over to the double doors that opened onto the private balcony overlooking the Grand Palace’s summer garden. It was a warm, humid night; a sheer curtain of clouds obscured the stars and cast a hazy ring around the moon. A gentle breeze blew the sweet scent of night jasmine into the bedchamber, cooling the sweat on his chest. Nikolai tried to still his breathing, forcing his mind away from reminiscing about you and onto less gratifying topics. 

His efforts paid off for a few moments, his mind momentarily landing on unrelated nonsense like the guest list for his family’s upcoming ball and the names of long-disputed Ravkan territories. But, inevitably, Nikolai’s mind fell idle and turned back to you. At least he wasn’t hard now, but the dying embers of his desire wouldn’t require much encouragement to reignite. 

Never going to happen, he chided himself sternly, swatting away images of your sensual face. These images were true memories - not the conjurings of his sleeping psyche. You were his brother’s betrothed, after all. Even if it was an arranged marriage, Nikolai shuddered to contemplate the implications of seeing his desires through. Most of all, the implications for you, if the secret was ever discovered… 

She’s not happy with the match though. Surely, something could be arranged. 

Nikolai’s hopeful side - or maybe it was just his sexually frustrated side? - tossed back poorly thought-out rebuttals to the arguments of logic and propriety. Before long, he was lost in thought, his brows furrowed and his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe to his balcony. The two sides of him warred with each other, all while a simmering passion threatened to boil over once again.

He was so distracted by his own thoughts that he missed the first knock on his door. The second one was louder, more insistent. He startled, an irrational guilt overcoming him as he wondered for a split second if he’d awoken someone, maybe by calling out your name in his sleep or some similarly mortifying mishap. Shaking that thought from his head, he made his way over to the door that led into the hallway from his chamber. He opened the door a crack, surprised that anyone else would be awake at this late hour. 

The sight of your eyes, wide and pleading, shimmering in the darkness of the hallway ignited the need that had thrown him out of his dreams. His mouth went dry as he stumbled over his tongue. 

“What are you doing?” he whispered urgently through the cracked doorway. You cast a nervous glance down the darkened hallway before leaning close, so close Nikolai could smell the hint of bergamot and orange peel from your shampoo. 

“Please, can I come in?” Your voice was low and rough, like it had been dragged over gravel. Nikolai felt his cock twitch appreciatively. He grit his teeth as he contemplated for the briefest moment whether to acquiesce or not. You were here - right here - and there was something in the rise and fall of your chest that told him why you had come to his chamber in the dead of night. His dream was so close he could literally smell it. 

Vasily will have her killed if you do this. 

The thought came from a small and quickly shrinking part of his mind, but it sent ice through his veins. Nikolai knew it was true. If Vasily found out that Nikolai had a midnight rendezvous with his bride-to-be, even if the meeting went no further than conversation, Vasily’s preening arrogance at securing your hand in marriage would turn murderous in an instant. That rage wouldn’t land on his younger brother, but on you. 

“Y/n, you shouldn’t be h-”

“I know, Niko. But please… I need you.”

Your eyes swallowed Nikolai’s arguments, and before he had the conscious thought to do so, he stepped aside and swung the door open to allow you through.

You entered with a serene confidence that stunned Nikolai. Before the door had quietly latched back into place, you had connected your lips with his. A husky groan of relief clawed its way out of your throat at the contact, and Nikolai felt the last paper-thin wall of resistance snap. He grabbed at you, his hands ripping through the lace-trimmed silk of your nightgown with ease to expose your back and shoulders to him. 

“We really shouldn’t,” he argued pointlessly between gasping breaths as the two of you explored each others’ mouths. You shushed him by twining your hands in his hair and thrusting your tongue past his lips. Both of you knew this was a horrendous, dangerous, and potentially damning decision, but the chance for turning back had passed you both by long ago. This had become inevitable between the two of you long before tonight, Nikolai realized as he latched his mouth onto the soft skin at the base of your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair and gently pulling your head back to expose your jawline and the moon-drenched top of your breasts to him.

Nikolai felt his cock stiffen against the warmth of you, your hips grinding down against the top of his leg. Your hands were all over him, nails grazing over his exposed chest, up over his shoulders and down the planes of his shoulder blades. He felt drunk, surrounded by you as he let his greedy mouth dive down to your breasts. He pulled the half-tattered gown down, letting it glide over your ass to the floor like water. Your breasts were full, nipples hard against the night air. He grabbed one, kneading the sensitive bud between his fingers as his mouth latched to the other. You gasped, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down onto you as your body rose into his mouth. He heard you moan his name, the sound even sweeter than the pale approximation he’d managed to conjure in his dreams. He watched as one of your hands shifted from his skin to yours, trailing down the front of your stomach until it buried itself between your legs. Your pace quickened as the combination of his mouth and hands on your breasts complimented the arousal you offered yourself with your fingers. Nikolai could smell your sex as you continued to touch yourself, melting further into passion with each passing moment. 

“The bed,” he commanded, pushing you rougher than needed towards the disarray of sheets and pillows where he slept. You obeyed, your eyes sparkling at the note of control that tinted his words. Doesn’t everyone like a little pain with their pleasure? Your words flooded back to him, suddenly giving him an idea. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice a breathless growl. You didn’t hesitate, nodding as you sank down onto the bed and began working on the lacings of his trousers. Nikolai let you undress him fully, his dick springing free of his pants eagerly. He watched with undiluted need as you licked a long stripe from the base of his cock to the head, moaning slightly as you took his length into your mouth.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He threw his head back, his hands coming to the back of your head, coaxing you lower onto his member. The sensation of your lips wrapping around his shaft, your tongue dancing on the sensitive head, and your hands confidently pressing on a spot directly behind his balls made him see stars. You began to work your mouth up and down on his cock, bottoming out at the back of your throat each time. Nikolai’s heart shuddered in his chest, the muscles of his back and buttocks squeezing as he found himself shockingly close to orgasm far too soon for his liking. 

Using what very little composure he had left, he pulled your head off of him. You pouted up at him, the glint of frustration in your eye told him that you knew exactly how close you’d had him to losing control and that you liked it.

“I need you inside me.” Nikolai shivered at your words, mesmerized as you leaned back on the bed, exposing yourself to him invitingly. Your pussy was swollen and glistening with wetness. Normally, Nikolai would have driven himself inside you right then and there, risking a premature end to the passion for the bliss of feeling his cock totally surrounded by you. But, if Nikolai’s plan for mixing pain with pleasure was going to come to fruition, he needed you wetter and he needed himself further from climax.

He joined you on the bed, kneeling in between your legs and guiding your thighs onto his shoulders. You propped your head up on a mountain of pillows, excitement all over your face as you registered what was to come. You wanted a view, and he was more than happy to oblige.

He closed his mouth over your pussy, his tongue lapping at the juice. You gasped, arching your back and writhing on the soft sheets. 

“Nikolai, my God, that’s good.” Your praise egged him on, and he let his lips quickly find their way to your clit. Gently, he danced his tongue over it in a figure-eight pattern, alternating in a few flicks and sucks. The sounds that spilled out of you were quickly becoming less coherent, your body beginning to tighten, legs trembling ever so slightly. Nikolai pressed his hands against the back of your ass, bending your legs towards your breast and giving him a better angle before diving back into your pussy. He let his movements become less calculated, his tongue and lips slapping and slurping against you. You cried out, quickly stifling yourself with a hand over your mouth. He glanced up at you, your eyes falling closed under heavy lids. You were close to breaking loose, your pussy beginning to clench and your body quivering like a leaf in a strong breeze. Nikolai let one of your legs go, penetrating you with two quick fingers. His mouth returned to focus on your clit while his fingers began to stroke quickly and forcefully at the throbbing walls of your vagina. 

“My god, Nikolai, I’m gonna cum!” You were trying to quiet yourself, but pleasure had warped the edges of your perception and dulled your care for caution. Your words felt like a vice around Nikolai’s own pleasure. He ground his lips down onto your clit as you began to mewl and quake under him, his fingers drenching in the evidence of your pleasure as your sex contracted on them. He lapped and thrust you through your orgasm, watching as your face contorted in pure bliss, your breasts heaving and your thighs shaking. Nikolai forced himself to commit the vision and the taste of your pleasure to memory. He guided you down the other side of your orgasm, and when you finally sat up to look down at him, cheeks flushed and forehead beaded with sweat, Nikolai let himself up from between your legs. 

“You’re going to ruin me for other men, you know,” you told him breathlessly. “I’ll never have enough of you.” Nikolai’s pride roared at the praise, his heart pounding on the inside of his ribs. 

“Flip over.” Although it was a command, Nikolai knew you heard the promise in his words: there’s more to come. You obliged, rolling onto your belly as you picked your hips off of the sheets. You looked back at him, a mix of curiosity and impatience as Nikolai spat into his hand. 

“We can’t risk it,” he explained as he stroked his spit over his stiff cock. “I won’t risk anything happening to you if Vasily finds out.” For a brief moment, your expression turned serious. You understood what Nikolai was referring to. Your wedding to Vasily was still months away - plenty of time to begin showing if, Saints forbid, this led to a pregnancy. Neither of you could risk that, but especially not you. 

You’d never done what Nikolai was suggesting before, and although you’d always been curious, you felt a prick of anxiety. Something in your eyes must have betrayed your fear, because Nikolai stretched forward, hovering his body over you as he balanced on strong forearms. He kissed you, this kiss less fiery than the ones you’d shared earlier at the doorway. It had a note of softness to it, reassurance. 

“Only if you want to,” he murmured against your lips. The warmth of his body around you, the sound of his calm voice twining around your ears, melted away the nervous energy. 

“I want to,” you replied softly, lips reconnecting with his. He reared back, coming up to kneel on his knees. He grabbed your hips and raised them until they were level with his own. His cock waited expectantly, slick with his own spit and girthy.

“This won’t hurt,” he offered in what you knew was meant to be reassuring. 

You looked back at him with a sly smirk. “Like hell it won’t,” you shot back. You felt Nikolai line himself up with your ass, pressing gently at your entrance. The sensation was different, the tightness much more than what you’d expected. You felt him hesitate - you knew he was waiting for a sign from you, for you to lead him. 

You pressed your hips backward slowly. He steadied his slick cock in his hands, and you watched as he bit his own lip, staring down at the sight of you accepting his length. 

You gasped as you felt the full pressure of his head enter your body, stretching you in a blinding spasm. He stilled, looking up at you questioningly. The sight of him - chest heaving with exertion but his attention wholly devoted to you, letting you take control - relaxed you. You felt the muscles squeezing his dick release. In a moment of impulse, you drove your hips back with a hard jerk until his cock was completely sheathed in your ass. It was incredible, a mix of pain and bliss you’d never felt before. Your pussy twitched appreciatively, and you felt the beginnings of another climax begin to bubble in your core.

“We all love pain and pleasure, Nikolai,” you told him as his mouth fell open into a wide O, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation. “Take it.”

His eyes snapped to you, and you nodded, confirming that you’d just given him the permission to let loose. His hands gripped onto your hip bones as he slid himself backwards, his dick almost completely springing free before he buried himself inside you once again. Over and over he thrusted, in and out, his movements hard but controlled. The sound of slapping skin filled the room. You felt him bend forward, one hand finding its way to your clit. He continued to pound into you, the new sensation exciting and gratifying. When he began to dance his fingertips around your pink bud in small, controlled circles, you felt the edge of bliss roar up to meet you. 

You reached backwards, steadying yourself up on all fours with one hand as the other grabbed at the back of his thigh. You met his own forward thrusts with a backward hitch of your own. Nikolai gasped, his free hand digging into the flesh on your hip. 

“I’ve dreamt of you for so long,” he muttered, his words halting as he continued to pound you from behind. His movements were getting less controlled, and your attention was wavering as your orgasm began to overtake your awareness. You felt yourself slacken slightly under him. The hand he’d devoted to your clit retreated, finding its way back to your hip for better leverage. You replaced his fingers with your own, moaning his name in encouragement. 

“I’m close, baby,” he replied gruffly. His pace quickened until his thrusts knocked the air from your lungs, your knees practically levitating off the bed as he took you with the roughness his own orgasm needed.

You fell apart against him as he slammed into you, over and over again. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, your entire body convulsing with a new pleasure. Your fingers coaxed your clit to its fever pitch. You let yourself slacken slightly as Nikolai’s hips drove into you one last time. He reached down and pulled you up until you were flush against him, your back against his warm torso. He buried his face in your hair as you felt his cock release inside you, your name sighing in and out of his mouth with each breath. The two of you plummeted together into bliss, each of you lost to the moment. Only the heat between your bodies and the feel of his strong arms wrapped across your chest tethered your mind to the ground. The rest of you floated on a torrent of blossoming bliss. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, tangled together like vines. It was long enough that you felt him begin to soften inside you. Bodily needs forced the two of you to come down from the clouds. He withdrew from you gently, cooing soft praise into your ear as he kissed your neck. 

“You were so good for me,” he whispered. The sound sent shivers up and down your spine. You twisted around to kiss him, your lips finding his easily. He was trembling somewhat, overstimulated. You smiled against his lips, a hand tracing the hard edge of his jaw. 

“Get me a towel?” you asked. Nikolai’s eyes opened, and he nodded eagerly. His commanding demeanor evaporated, replaced by an assiduous lover. He clumsily shuffled off the bed, dragging his trousers on haphazardly as he hurried over the wash basin in the corner of his chamber. He doused two cloths in the water, warmed from the underside by still-glowing embers from the now cold fireplace, and returned to you. He offered you one which you used to clean yourself, while the other he gently wiped across your brow and down your neck. He lifted the hair from your neck, dabbing at the base of your skull and along your collarbones. You’d broken into a sweat from the night’s exertions, but it was quickly cooling on your skin as you felt your body sliding towards what promised to be a deep sleep. The warmth from the washcloth felt divine against your skin. You groaned appreciatively as Nikolai ran the cloth down the length of your arms before moving on to your breasts. You let him continue to attend to you as you sank into his bed. 

You wondered if he’d argue with you spending the night. It wasn’t the wise decision by any means, and it only increased the risk of Vasily finding out. You still had many hours before the palace servants would begin their morning rounds of stoking fires and heating tub water. They would be the first to discover you missing your own chamber and displaced in Nikolai’s bed. You trusted your own hand servants to keep the secret, but knew nothing of Nikolai’s personal staff. 

But, much to your contentment, he offered no rebuttal. Instead, he wiped you down with tender attentiveness and pulled the warm blankets over your naked body. You heard him wring out the washcloths into the basin. A few moments later, he slid into bed next to you. You turned your back to him and he molded against your body, an arm weaving around your side to hold you close. When he stilled behind you, you could feel the whisper of his breath tickling your ear and the reassuring beat of his heart against your back. 

“You’re not the only one who’s ruined, you know.” His voice was so quiet it almost didn’t pull you up from the fog of sleep. He planted a soft kiss just beneath your earlobe. You squirmed deeper into his embrace, a smile playing across your lips. 

“I’m afraid, my prince,” you replied after a few moments, “that this will indeed hurt.” 

Both of you knew that you were speaking to the kind of hurt that stays with you, a hurt that bruises your heart and bends your life under its weight. But neither of you were willing to forgo the pleasure you’d found tonight. You were in too deep now, and the future would have to take care of itself. 

“That’s alright, love. We all like a little pain with our pleasure.” 

You giggled at Nikolai’s quip, snuggling against him once more. For the first time since meeting, you each found an uninterrupted, dreamless sleep…

[tinyundercover]

AAAAAH i bet felix is gonna feel so incredibly bad about picking pepper up against his will when he wakes up sober

my angst programmed brain needs this but my soft heart wants them to just be cute and kiss

this is so real. we all need a good balance of angst and fluff (except pepper & felix are going through a lot more angst recently 🥰)

[drunkenlionwrites]

Hey! How does this request sound? Soft orgasm denial with Livio. Just imagine that big sweet guy becoming putty in your hands as you gently but teasingly control his pleasure. 🥰

Aaaaah you hit me in my weakest spot 😭 I just adore Livio so much. 😍

Livio prefers for you to ride him the most, he’s just so afraid to go hard on you or crush you in the beginning, that he cannot entirely relax in different positions. Sometimes, when you’re in a teasing mood once you see that his breathing becomes erratic and his cock twitching inside you a little, you stop. Livio opens his eyes and looks at you with a pout. “Relax baby, it will be worth it in the end, I promise”. When you deny his orgasm one time after another, he becomes really pouty begging you to let him cum already. You chuckle and kiss his flushed cheeks, slightly wet with the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes. You begin to move faster and instead of just riding him, you begin to basically jump on his dick, making Livio helplessly moan and grunt, the sounds of your hips meeting his filling the room. He’s so overstimulated at this point, that it takes for him barely few seconds to cum after you sweet words, encouraging him to cum for you.

He agrees that he enjoyed it in the morning, but will still tell you that you were being cruel to him (cause he’s always the softest vanilla bun when it comes to sex with you)

He may leave some bruises on your hips while he comes at lust, just cause he is at last reaching his long awaited peak and will be soo distressed and upset and mad at himself, that you’ll need to reassure him dozens of times that it’s fine, and is actually arousing you a bit. 😜

[sebsxphia]

https://www.tumblr.com/tloudaily/706591943473463296/all-right-finish-up-quick-im-still-eating-my

look at him !!!

Seb my lovely!!!! <33 how are you doing?? 🥹💗 it’s been a minute since I sent in some Joel thots, and I currently cannot stop thinking about pre-outbreak Joel and how badly I just wanna be sat on his lap at the kitchen table with those strong arms around me, wearing one of his t-shirts and stealing sips from his coffee mug 🥺 he’d bury his face in the crook of your neck, his beard tickling the sensitive skin as he presses a gentle kiss there, before letting out a low, gruff sound somewhere between a grumble and a laugh as he murmurs into your neck,

“ya know, ya could get your own mug, darlin’.”

But you know for a fact he’s not actually bothered, from the way that his arms tighten around your middle to how you can hear it in his voice and feel it against your skin, the way that he’s trying hard not to smile

Sighhhh I just need some soft, domestic Joel so bad 😭😭

ilysm Seb, and I hope you’re having a great day !!! 🥹🥰💐💗💕❤️💕💗💕❤️💕💗

- @sugarcoated-lame 🧡🧡🧡

@sugarcoated-lame kricket my love! 🥰 i’m doing okay thank you! how are you doing my love? 🥹💗

aaaaah! look at him! omg! with this beautifully soft and domestic joel thought, i immediately had the thought of what if this was his way of asking you to move in? bonus points if it’s babysitter and joel!

maybe you’re both up earlier on a saturday morning, bathing in each others warm embraces and soft touches, slowly waking each other up before sarah wakes. you’ve been getting pretty serious by this point and sarah has clocked on you’re not just her babysitter anymore.

when he says, “ya know, ya could get your own mug darlin’.” you let out a giggle and protest that this way you get to sit on his lap every morning.

joel brings out his face from the crook of your neck and gives you a small smirk with a hum in agreement. “good point, but what about if y’ had your own mug here next to mine, ‘nd each mornin’ i made your coffee, y’ sat on my lap, and i drank mine and you drank yours.”

“every morning? but i ain’t here every mornin’ joel.”

“well… what if you were?”

giggling and kicking my feet 🤭 thank you so much for this incredibly soft and sweet thought my love! i absolutely adore it and ilysm kricket! 🥹 i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day too, mwah! 🥰💗💓💕🫶🏻💐

[shadowquill17]

HI i am here to be a curious pest in your asks (and I have indeed already reblogged it myself so feel free to come be a curious pest in mine >:D)

5, 6, 7, and 29 for the ask game!

Hi Magpie, thank you for the ask! ❤️💕💖

5) What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Everyone is incredibly generous with their comments and engagement in this fandom, but I was SHOCKED by how much people seemed to love pinch me, I don't want this to be a dream. You guys showed up from the first chapter, even when the fic was still incomplete, and you were so kind and so enthusiastic it made ME even more motivated. I loved it.

6) Favorite title you used

God, I saw that question and immediately knew. It HAS to be your fangs in my neck (like an anchor like a vow). It's so lovely and over the top and poetic? I'm so proud of it.

7) If you use song lyrics, which artist's songs did you pull from the most?

I don't use song lyrics a lot, I used to not use them at all and I'm still getting the hang of it, so there are only three fics this year that have had song lyrics as titles. Two of them were pulled from Hozier's repertoire, so he wins. Which is definitely fitting in this fandom. 😜

29) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Aaaaah I don't know??? I saw that question and suddenly every word I've ever written had vanished from my head... okay, lemme go see.

Okay, @lolotr helped me remember (😘) and this is one of the lines, I'm really fond of, from head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered:

"Edwin smiles, and Charles feels bowled over by the soft look on his face, the delicate blush across his nose, the sweet curve that his dimple carves into his cheek—fuck, how did he not know he was in love with Edwin before now? It’s beating inside him like a living heart, a steady kind of thumping with a pointed sort of groove, like it’s pushing him forward, towards Edwin, and Charles is helpless to resist, because his face is numb and his mouth is dry and it feels like a crime that he just kissed Edwin but still can’t remember what he tastes like."

Fuck yeah, I was so happy with that one. 🥰

Thank you for asking me to ramble @many-gay-magpies! 😘✨

[meltwonu]

|     𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒     |     CHAPTER 14

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, awkward seokmin & reader, therapists jeonghan AND soonyoung(🥸), (attempted) masturbation, (mentions of daddy!kink, name-calling, degradation). AAAAAH HAPPY FRIDAY!!! I am exhausted but we made it!! Yay🥳! I have this queued and I guarantee yall that I am already asleep by the time this goes up LMAO ☠️ Also a bit of a shorter chapter this week bc I broke up the draft I had so that it wasn’t a humongous chapter heheh… SO a bit of a shorter filler chapter this week before the next chapter! 🥰❤️‍🔥🎉 As always, thank you so much for your love and support 🥺💕 Enjoy ch 14 and have a good rest of your weekend!! 🥳✨🎉 I love you! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - ?

*queued post.

“So… Wait, but… You don’t look happy about this.”

Soonyoung’s brows furrow as he stares at Seokmin’s form across the table; fingertips stroking his own chin as he tries to dissect the situation.

“I don’t get it. So, you met the girl from the picture and now you’re… not talking? But you… like her? And she… likes you? What am I missing here?”

Seokmin groans in return - head in his hands as he mulls over the situation even more.

The part Soonyoung didn’t know happened to be the part where the two of you had technically known each other before that photo and had even masturbated together and to photos and videos of each other without knowing it had been the other. And while Seokmin was confident in the way he felt about you, regardless of everything, and also was daringly confident that you liked him too - he knew that it’d been awkward to find out in the manner that the two of you had found out.

“It’s just… hard to explain, hyung. I–there’s just some stuff I’m not ready to mention I guess. I just–I dunno, I didn’t think it’d go over that badly. I thought she’d at least wanna talk to me about it...”

“Hmm…” Soonyoung starts, “Maybe it’s not bad. Maybe she just needs to think about it - alone. You said there’s some details you can’t tell me but they must be pretty big if they’re the reason why she reacted the way she did. You’ll live, though. Give her some time. You should think about it too - and the possible outcomes, y’know? It’s not a normal situation, from the sounds of it.”

Soonyoung nods just as Seokmin lifts his head to look up at the other male; soft sighs on his lips knowing that the elder was right in every aspect.

“I know, I just…” We still have a fitting together. “I hope she’ll give me the time to explain, y’know? I don’t want her to think I’m–I’m a liar or–or a fake or something...” And I still wanna be her friend if she’ll let me.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. She probably has a lot on her mind too.”

“And so I kinda just... left.”

You dramatically sob - hands raking through your hair as Jeonghan laughs.

“Wait so, you go on a date, find out the guy that you’re meeting up with is someone you… masturbated to? What the fuck? The post-nut-clarity really did a number on you, huh. I didn’t realize it was that bad. How does that even happen. Even I’ve never been that bad.”

“Would you shut up? I thought you were trying to be helpful for once. This is the first time we’ve literally just talked and I’m regretting it, ‘Han.”

He leans back in his chair and looks around the small study room that the two of you had holed yourselves up in, in the library. “I’m trying, but that’s straight out of a TV show if you ask me. I don’t really blame you for running out of there, though. But I’ve got some questions.”

“Okay?”

“How did he know it was… you? Like, you could’ve just said you didn’t get off to him? Did you blurt it out or something? Why does he know that?”

“Uh, well…”

Your cheeks are warm; mentally trying to make up a scenario that would make sense without revealing Seokmin’s other side hustle.

“There’s just some stuff I left out. It’s–uh–just—just some stuff that I can’t mention. Private info...”

Jeonghan’s eyes narrow at you from across the table and it makes you nervous as you avert your eyes back to the textbook in front of you.

“Can’t mention, huh? Why not?”

“Just can’t. It’s personal. Just that… let’s just say I’d met him before under different non-sexual circumstances, okay? And we were–we–we weren’t... ourselves online...”

“Ah… so he didn’t see you as ‘the type’ to do that?”

You bite your bottom lip as you remember all the times you’d interacted with Seokmin after getting off to or with him the days before and even remembered the time you’d gone over to his place and complimented his computer setup not knowing that that’d been the exact place he’d been when he made you cum with just his voice.

“Ah, guess not… But I guess I never saw him as ‘the type’ either...”

“Mmm… we love a mutual, dumb moment.”

“Ugh, would you shut up?”

Your eyes are fixated on the white ceiling above you - the silence in your empty room only making the buzzing in your ears seem louder than usual.

“Now what…?”

Muttering, you groan and ease onto your side as your head swims in thoughts of Seokmin.

Your body felt hot thinking about all the times you’d actually been thinking about Seokmin when you were listening to ‘Dokyeom’ - half wondering if you should’ve even felt bad about it at the time now knowing they were the same person.

“Ugh, why... It shouldn’t even be awkward - why is it so awkward?”

Muttering, your eyes flutter shut while you continue to drown in your thoughts. 

‘Daddy wants you to feel good too, sweetheart...’

‘Don’t you want to be a good slut for me?’

‘Be a good girl for me and take your punishment so I can reward you, sweetheart...’

Shivers roll down your spine at all the times his voice had gotten you to cum - toes curling and thighs rubbing together as the arousal starts to fill your body.

Seokmin had always spoken in a lower drawl when he was ‘Dokyeom’ and that’d been the main reason why you could never tell it was actually the same bubbly Seokmin that you’d been hanging out with and working with most of the time.

And it’d also been the reason why you had such a hard time accepting it was the same person because now, all you could see was the same innocent million dollar smile at the same time as the filthy dirty talk. 

“God, but that’s... what I imagined too...” You groan; fingers trailing down your stomach and down to the waistband of your panties.

“N-no, I–I shouldn’t...”

You can feel a rush of wetness soak into your panties but you stop yourself - fingertips digging into the bedsheets instead to keep yourself from going any further.

‘I want to spread you open, first with my fingers and then my cock~’

‘Wanna see how wet you get for me before I even give you what you want’

‘All I can think about is how good you’ll feel around my cock when I finally get to fuck that pretty ‘lil cunt of yours...’

Biting your bottom lip, you sit up from your bed - huffing slightly before you swing your legs over the edge.

“I’m going to take a cold shower and go to sleep...!”

Seokmin writes and rewrites the same text a multitude of times - cheeks warm as he stares down at his phone screen.

It’d been a few days since the two of you had tried to meet up and you’d stealthily evaded every interaction with him any chance you could get in classes and outside of classes - not that he could blame you.

But this time it’s technically work, he tells himself, I need to make sure...

Nodding, he hits the ‘send’ button on his text - a gentle sigh on his lips before he sets his phone down.

‘Hey, I know this is coming out of left field right now but I know we still have one more fitting session together. But I just wanted to know if we were still okay to do that? I can see if someone else can take over for you, if you’re not up for it just yet. Just let me know. I can adjust to suit your needs.’

Now he just had to plan on what to do if you replied ‘no’.

[sebsxphia]

Sebbie my dear, I'm super happy that you enjoyed the Harry Styles concert a few days ago!!!! I saw the pics you took and those came out awesome as well!!

Since it's Father's Day might I leave you with a little Bob thought??

You and Bob have just had Baby Auggie and he was born early enough that he needed to be in an incubator. While he was in the hospital, the rest of the squad helped to finish his nursery (with all of them painting the wall mural it was an absolute shithouse mess, every single day, lol) and Bob's Mom, Dad, Meemaw and Papa sent a box full of Bob's old baby clothes and some of his toys which included a Peter Rabbit blanket, stuffie, lovey and a book with all the stories in it.

When you and Bob were finally able to bring Auggie home, he was still very, very tiny with some little wrinkles still in his face (he kept the Peter Rabbit lovey with him the whole time he was in his incubator and refused to let go of it, lol). But when you and Bob saw the nursery for the first time, you were shocked at how beautiful it was and that the guys were able to finish the big Thomas Kinkade style mural with scenes from Disney's Pinocchio all along one side of the wall (there's even a baby quilt on the side of the crib that has Pinocchio, Jiminy Cricket and a little bluebird embroidered on it).

But when Bob goes through the box containing all the baby clothes, he finds a little yellow music box that has a hand painted picture of Pinocchio and Geppetto on top of the lid. When he opens it, the little music box starts playing "When You Wish Upon A Star" and every night, Bob will sit in the rocker with Auggie singing along as the music box plays so that Auggie can sleep.

I did end up writing this as a little fic earlier in the week Sebbie, I just wanted to share the blurb regardless. I've also got a Miles Miller thot that's been cookin for a bit, but I'll wait to send it your way (lol).

thank you so muchhhhh my love! i had the bestest time 🥰

aaaaah and yes! this is so so so sweet 🥹 i always love picturing the things you write. they’re always so descriptive. thank you so much for this sweet and soft thought my love! 💌

[thedeathdeelers]

for the fic scene ask! mostly when i think of your fics i think of juke being soft and sleepy in bed? but the first thing that actually came into my head was from the casper inspired au with them dancing! it’s just so perfectly them and it gets me every time i think about it!

aaaah casper fic!!!! i just had to go give it a quick read again cause i forgot about half of what happens but aaaaah that one has a special place in my heart ♥️ thé ‘can i keep you’ line is iconic and juke deserve it

soft sleepy juke in bed > every other juke

who’da thunk that’d be my main contribution to this fandom?

thank you lovely!!! 🥰

[campingwiththecharmings]

Aaaaah, soft!Jake my beloved 😍 he's so smitten, racing to get to you then taking his sweet time to drag out his time with you. SO CUTE.

Jake suddenly brought you flushed against him, his arms circling your waist as he thrusts into you every time you slammed down on him. He was sweating, you felt the moisture when he buried his face in your neck, breathing heavily over your skin. <- please, how am I supposed to function normally after reading this 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 so sexy, so intimate *high pitched screaming*

Every shift of your hips had his spend leaking out, running down his balls and onto the seat in a warm stream. <- help I'm

And the fluff at the enddddddd, GAH SO SWEET. 🥰🥺

Loved this, thank you for sharing, bb 🫠❤️

Congrats! Can I ask for Jake lockley and “use your words” pls and thanks, I feel like he would be so dirtyyyy

Love You, More

Jake Lockley x f!reader

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: smut, p in v, lots of cum I guess, fluff too, Jake likes to fuck in his car (what's new), sappy Jake, I hope he's not too ooc.

Also, I'm trying out different ways in including Spanish translations. Do you guys prefer translations at the end of the fic or within the fic? Let me know!

Also, also, it's my first time writing Jake. Enjoy &lt;3

MDNI

"Jesus, Jake," you flung his car door open, immediately greeted by his cherry-scented air freshener and spiced cologne, "I called you seven minutes ago! It's rush hour! Did you bulldoze through traffic, you loon?" 

Jake broke into a grin. He was calm and collected as ever, his left arm resting over the steering wheel as if he’d been waiting an eternity for you. He unbuckled his seatbelt as you shuffled into the passenger seat, letting you slam the door shut and toss your things in the back seat before snaking a gloved hand over the nape of your neck and tugging you toward him, giving you a searing kiss.

"No pasa nada," he muttered over your lips, his fingers gently sneaking into the roots of your hair, "fuck traffic. My girl needed me." (It's no problem)

Jake was dramatic, that much had been clear when you first met him. If you asked him for an inch he’d give you a mile. If he could, he'd fight for a way to give you the moon and stars if you asked.

But you hadn’t asked him for the moon and stars. You were a simple woman. You just wanted a ride home from work, too exhausted to take the tube. Either way, you were grateful.

He rested his brow on yours with his eyes closed, letting his knuckles skim your cheekbone down to your jawline.

“Missed you, princesa.” Jake hadn’t seen you in about a week, mostly fronting to drive around overnight (and deal with…Moon Knight-related activities) for some extra cash while simultaneously letting Marc and Steven rest.

“Missed you, too, baby.” You melted into his touch immediately, letting him work his tongue into your mouth. One thing about Jake was that he was a filthy kisser. He was all tongue and teeth and spit, and Goddamn was he good at it. But he took his time with you now, savoring your taste of mint mixed with the sweetness of the orange slices you had with your lunch.

“You didn’t kill anyone on the way here, did you?” You asked between kisses.

“Mm, don’t think so.”

You giggled, giving him a few well-deserved kisses. Your lip gloss left shiny smudges over his lips, cheeks, and the bridge of his nose, but he didn’t mind, growing fond of your little smooches to the point where it became an expectation.

"Thank you for picking me up." 

"Claro, amor." (of course, love.)

"Alright, fast and furious, take me home."

The drive was comfortable. Jake watched his speed this time, taking the local streets just to have you in his car longer. He had the radio playing low, a hand gripping your thigh while the other steered. You weaved your fingers through his before giving his hand a light squeeze. Every once in a while he'd release your hand, trailing his fingers higher up your thigh and settling into the crease between your legs, skimming your warm core, before moving back down to claim your hand in his.

You knew what he was doing. He was teasing you, warming you up for the inevitable. It's been a week after all. You indulged him, spreading your thighs just a little bit wider while watching the city pass by in a blur.

He drove into the private parking lot two blocks away from Steven’s flat, parking into his designated spot and cutting off the engine. The abrupt stop of the radio left you both in silence, Jake looking over at you with a look in his dark eyes that meant he was up to something. You smiled, unbuckling your seatbelt to plant a kiss on his waiting lips before attempting to open the car door.

“Uh, uh.” Jake reprimanded, stopping you. He quickly shuffled out of the car, slammed the door closed, and swiftly walked to your side, opening the door for you. 

“Ahh, what a gentleman.” You teased, grasping the hand he offered you before slamming the car door. Before you could make any other moves, he opened the door to the backseat.

“Get in, mami.” You brows furrowed in confusion.

“What—why?” 

“I won’t be answering questions at this time,” he said, playfully swatting your bum, “be good and listen.” You bit your lip with a nod, shuffling into the back seat and tossing your belongings toward the front of the car.

Jake was on you as soon as he got in, slamming the car door and pressing his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking on your delicate skin.

“Is this a good idea?” You breathed, your fingers sinking into his curls just beneath his hat. “Won’t we get caught?”

“Mmm, windows are tinted for a reason.” He hummed into your neck, his hand messing with the buttons of your dress shirt.

“But people are gonna be parking—”

“Let them park, don’t worry about it. Ven acá.” (come here) You yelped when his hands found your waist, his fingers digging into the meat of your hips as he helped you straddle his lap. “That’s better.” he grinned, tugging your shirt from inside your pants to let the soft leather of his gloves caress your sides.

You looked past him through the back windshield when a car drove into the lot, a panicked look in your eyes as your hands settled on Jake’s shoulders. 

“Mirame,” (look at me) He forced you to look at him with his fingers pressed to your chin, “focus on me.” You looked back at him, blinking owlishly. He brings you down for a kiss, a slow one that makes a noise when you separate. “I want you.” He whispered over your plump lips, licking them gently as he fiddled with the button of your trousers, dipping his hands inside to tug at the waistband of your panties.

You let out a shaky breath, your skin burning from his gentle touches as he pushed your pants down as far as he could, hands slipping under your panties to grab the globes of your ass. He squeezed them, capturing your lips again in a filthy kiss that was all tongue and spit.

You moaned, falling into his trap with little objection. You could feel his cock through his trousers, his large bulge twitching right under your sex. You moved your hips over his, grinding down against his growing erection. He groaned over your lips, his hands shifting to grasp your hips, moving you over him at the pace he wanted.

You could feel yourself getting moist, panties probably wrecked from the continual stimulation. Your fingers reached between your bodies, desperately fighting to loosen Jake’s tie. 

“Esperate, mami, you’re gonna choke me.” (wait) He chuckled breathlessly, slapping your hands away to loosen his tie and removing it, tossing it to the floor. You knocked his hat off, taking his face in your hands and kissing him fervently. He moaned letting you lead him for a moment before he tapped your thigh. “Up, baby, up, want these off you.”

You wasted no time, kicking off your shoes ans standing up as best you could while being cramped up in the back of his car, letting him slide your trousers down, revealing your damp panties. 

“Mm, look at that,” he grinned, shoving your pants down to your ankles, “already wet for me.” 

“Shut up, Lockely.” You muttered with no bite, clumsily kicking off your pants completely before taking a seat on his lap again. Jake groaned at the pressure, bucking up into your warm heat.

He carefully peeled his gloves off, placing them in the cup holder of the door, his fingers immediately tracing down your abdomen and then further down, pushing your panties aside to dip into your moist heat.

“Damn,” he hissed, “you’re fucking soaked.” You moaned when he pulled his fingers out, separating them to watch how your juices clung to his fingers. Your hands flew to his belt, fighting to release him from his shackles. You sucked your teeth in frustration, your fingers fumbling against the leather and metal that clung to his hips.

Jake chuckled, “What is it?” You whined pawing at his crotch. “No, mami, use your words, I wanna hear you.”

“Want your cock,” you breathed, “please, baby?” You fluttered you lashes, though that wasn’t necessary. He was easily convinced. 

Jake assisted you by lifting his hips, watching you yank the offending fabrics—boxers and all—down till they pooled around his ankles. His cock bobbed out, poking through his white dress shirt. 

“You want this cock, baby? Come get it.” He pushed his dress shirt out of the way, gripping his cock firmly in his hand. The swollen tip was bright red and leaking precum down the length. “Sit on it.” 

Your arousal flared at his words, and you wasted no time in pushing the soaked fabric of your panties aside, lining yourself up, and sinking down. You both moaned in unison, your hands flying to his shoulders to stabilize you while he held your hips in his warm hands, his mouth hanging open as he watched you move with lust-filled eyes.

You bounced on his cock, delicately at first, testing the stretch and the thickness of him, your cunt fluttering at the sudden intrusion.

“Estas mojada, mami,” (you're wet) Jake groaned, tossing his head back against the cushioned seat, “fuck your tight, always so tight. Missed this pussy.” He was submerged in your juices as you rocked your hips above him, moaning like you never had before. Maybe it was the location, something about having Jake fuck you in his car while potentially being caught had your dial turned up to a thousand.

“Y-you feel so good,” you mewled, back arching when Jake thrust his hips up, his cock reaching impossibly deep, “you fuck me so good.”

Jake suddenly brought you flushed against him, his arms circling your waist as he thrusts into you every time you slammed down on him. He was sweating, you felt the moisture when he buried his face in your neck, breathing heavily over your skin.

“Need you to come,” he groaned, the sound of your slick pussy the loudest thing in the car, probably in the entire parking lot, “need you to come first.” He snuck a hand down toward where you both were joined, taking his thumb and circling your clit in the way he knew you loved.

“Fuck, Jake,” you squealed, your pussy tightening from the added stimulation, “I think I’m gonna—” You threw your head back as your body convulsed, your cunt gushing over his cock and thighs. You cried, tears leaking from your eyes as he kept thrusting sloppily into you, you’re overstimulated sex squeezing tight as you came. “J-Jake.” You barely got his name out, your body trembling in his arms.

“I know, baby, I know, you did so well for me,” he cooed, his voice strained as he chased his own pleasure, “gonna fill you up so good—” he groaned, rocking his hips a final time as he held you close, filling you to the brim with his cum. He squeezed you tightly in his arms, his fingers digging into your back as he bit your neck, riding his high. You felt his cock twitching inside your wet walls as he kept coming, his spend leaking out of you.

You were both panting against one another, chests heaving as you searched each others mouths, kissing with more tongue than anything else. He cradled your face in his hands as he kissed you stupid, his lashes tickling your skin as he licked, and licked and licked. 

Every shift of your hips had his spend leaking out, running down his balls and onto the seat in a warm stream.

Jake’s heavy eyes blinked up at you, a smile curling on his lips.

“Love you, mami.” He muttered, bringing you in for a tight hug as if it was the last time he’d be seeing you. You made him sappy, at least, that’s what he always told you. He didn’t know he had a sappy bone in his body until you came along.

Now, he made sure to remind you how loved you are. 

You stayed nestled comfortably on his lap, his cock still lodge snuggly in your hole. You held him, your fingers threading in his sweaty dark curls. You closed your eyes, inhaling his scent.

“Love you, more.” You made sure to remind him, too.

[littlelioncub43]

I love soft tummies. I hc that Dennis has a soft tummy <3

Aaaaah that would be so lovely 🥰

That man would be made for cuddling. The snuggles would be off the charts. He's already touch starved, now you are wrapped around him nearly constantly. He loves it, you love it. He was so self conscious about his belly, and he still has some insecurities but most of them calmed down.

He gets so bashful when you worship his body. Its fun 😌

[ahundredtimesover]

aaaaah finally family time!!!!!! Cant believe how hard i was grinning, reading all those adorable moments of this little family of 3! 🥹🥹 im soooo so happy oc got to explain what really happened and lemme thank the heavens (aka u, authornim) for creating a man who's so patient and in love with oc, god knows what would've happened if jungkook wasnt one to wait around godddd and YAAAAAY date soon 😜😜😜 ya know what im thinkinnnnnnnnnn 🤭🤭 time for some spicy moments i believe? 🫣🫣 so so in love with this chapter authornim! the 3-day wait was worth itttt 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

And more family time! They’re just so soft 🥺 but agree with jk! I know he may come off as a simp but he has so much adoration and respect for her and would call her out if need be. Someone said before that OC needs someone who’d lift her up and I think that’s jk. OC fights a bigger battle outside and he helps calm her inside.

And spicy moments? Hmm 😈 hahahah thanks so much for enjoying 🥰🥰

[howdoyousleep3]

MISS K!!!! When I tell you that I legit screamed when I saw that you posted the 1st I am not lying! I had the huggest grin on my face and I was legit shaking from excitement!

Ok but the car rideeee! FUUUUCK!!! of course Senator Steve would have an expensive, luxurious car the fucking AUDACITY this man has. And then Bucky describing his driving and how confident he was! Him driving with one hand and the smirks he was giving Bucky? The mental image u gave me was doing EVERYTHING:

He's so 🥵 I can't with him.

Also lmaoo at Bucky rolling his eyes at Steve's favorite color blue! I would too! That's such a typical fave color for guys hahaha. But then he hit us with the feels with that story of his ma and i freaking clutched my chest cause it was so damn soft! Imagining lil Steve like that like let me give him the hugest hug!

And Oh Gosh poor Buck Buck he was such a mess when they got to the hotel suite! And lmao how Bucky's brain was like ONE ROOM ONE BED! I dont blame him ahhaha.

And no tell me why i squealed when Steve asked Bucky if he knew why he told him to wear the blue suit and Bucky replied: "My eyes" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!!!! HES SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!!! U ADORABLE LIL BEAN!!! how can Senator resist this cutieeeeeeee!!!! Also in mind i was like hmmm since Senator loves the color blue then he deff wants to see his baby rocking a blue suit! And also my mind was like damn Steve must be in love with Bucky's blue/grey eyes 🥰.

Also my heart warmed at Steve reassuring Bucky that they were going to have fun and got Bucky out of his head for the sec there that he was overthinking stuff 🥺

The PIZZA PLACE!!! Oh gooosh that was adorableeeee! Bucky seeing Steve in his home town and him letting loose! Them getting to know each other and Bucky slowly falling for him thinking about how he wanted to kiss Steve without it being from a sexual standpoint but more so from the heart! And holy shit Steve being in awe of Bucky and his studies and also the fact that he speaks russian!!! Also 😏😏😏😏😏 im pretty sure Bucky will use it against Steve when he least expects it. Hes gonna whip out that russian in bed and Steve will be a goner! Bucky dont miss out the chanceee! I saw that topping from thr bottom tag and im likE AAAAAH that would be the perfect timeeee! Anyways, yes, bucky speaking russian does things to me 🥰

Dudeeee what a fucking cock tease is the SENATOR!!!!! I felt so pissed for Bucky when Steve just went "no" and "we got things to do" like SIR!?!?!?!

U just gon do that when u were legit just dry humping Bucky!?!?!? This man i swear 🙄🙄🙄🙄 HE DID IT ON PURPOSE!

ALSO AAAAAAAAAAAH FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK THE SENATOR IN A JOCK STRAAAAAAAP I WASN'T READYYYY I WASN'T READYYYYYYTTTTTTTT!!!!! BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! FUUUDGEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

And buckyyyyyyyy!!!! Bucky wanting to fuck hiiiiim!!!!!! Yes baby YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!! How can he not!? When that ass was made for loviiiiin'. It was made to be eaten out like the goddamn meal it is! Dudeee i just caaaant! Bucky was so flustered and Steve was living for it!!! He was such a tease wanting Bucky to admit it! And then the humiliation!!?!?!? Wow 🥵 but dudeee there was nothing more that i wanted than for Bucky to pull in the Senator by the jock straps and snap them at the skin and then give that ass a squeeze just to spite Steveeee! Pls let this happen omg! Bucky needs to at least give some loving to that ass!

Anyways I loved this so freaking muuuuch your writing is incredible and you're so talented 🥺 I love anything u put out! And i cant wait to see what comes next for these twoooo! Im ready for the angst and the happy ending! Like aaaaaah! These two are my favorites! They're meant for each other 😭😭😭 and I really loved how the Senator was calling all these sweet nicknames like: baby, honey, sweetheart, princess! Warms my heart! Anyways YOU'RE AMAZING MISS K! LOVE U LOTS LOTS LOTSSSSSS

I'm literally speechless! The time and effort this took you! The love!! The hype!! You are such a gift! I'm going to save this for when I need the encouragement later. I lub you so much!

[newbornwhumperfly]

#AAAAAH #I love this so much #so soft but full of the simmering trauma #as someone with chronic pain I relate so hard #my cane is blue and shiny #but yeah I just #aaaa #morja deserves more nice people like sarai ( @suspicious-whumping-egg )

need you to know i literally welled up with tears reading these tags, i'm so fucking touched for real 😭💖🥺 so glad that my writing of chronic pain and disability rang true, it means so much! 😭🥰

what water says as it plummets...

i'll be honest, fellas? 🥺💖🥺 this one is a plot point i'd built up for a long time and it sort of poured out of me all at once in this chapter 💖 it's a little rougher than i'd like due to sleepiness but i'm so happy to bring this character to my audience in this @whumpmasinjuly prompt - day 15: a soft reprieve - cause i'm sure you'll love her. 🥰

title insp. by the poem "interview" by jordan kapono nakamura - "i have extensive experience in studying what water says as it plummets..."

~

“Okay, honey, you can hop up on the table whenever you’re ready.”

Sarai has found that Morja, as a patient, generally prefers orders. That’s to be expected, for sure. It’s usually safer to be told what to do when you’re told what to do every day of your life and Morja has often frozen, still and quiet, when offered an option right away. So, the best way to start these appointments is to sort of sound like she’s telling him what to do. 

Every patient is different and has different needs from their doctor. In this way, every patient is the same.

Sure enough, Morja’s shoulders go down a notch from their raised tension as he hoists himself to sit on the bench. He’s been…less tense with each visit, especially recently. He even took one of the candies Sarai offered without protesting. 

But today, something is…different about Morja. Or, moreso, something is the same, some pattern that has been shifting is fixed, cold and solid, in place in Morja’s countenance.. There is a way that Morja holds himself, tight, rigid, that comes and goes, but there is something even worse that she’s observed - it was the dead, resigned bracing in his face when he first got an exam. It was as if he was locked in around the certainty of a terrible thing, his body merely a vessel which would carry whatever was to come. 

He looks like that now, his hands and the mass of scar tissue they hold not clenched loosely or folded politely, but laid palm-up in his lap, still but for the twitch of a finger, and it sends the familiar pulse of knowing down Sarai’s spine. 

Knowing isn’t the only thing that is pulsing in her body - the tidal wave is cresting earlier than usual. 

The familiar ocean of pain, her vision of it, has crept up on her, busy with setting up shop, with answering messages, with putting in another order that wasn’t refilled because prescriptions are delayed and not being a civilian is not much of a fucking advantage with medication the past two months. The whirlpool centers at her spine, radiating down the leg in a strong current, and she winces as she rubs her thigh. Okay, we’re doing things a little differently today. 

“Hey, Morja? Would it be okay if we did some of our appointment stuff on the couch today?” She thinks about leaving it at that. Remembers, with a slow, purposeful inhale, how vulnerability is a gift to others, as well as yourself. You’re not exempt from being nice to yourself, girl. “I’m having some, uh, bad pain today and I think the exam would be easier in my office, if that’s alright with you?”

At that, change ripples through Morja’s body. Under the industrially bright bulbs, his strained face falters, briefly, but what comes in place of listlessness is…a sort of determined expression. Not bracing, only…something, Sarai’s thinking wavers under the fog rolling off the water. It’s something. 

“Of- Yes, Doctor.”

The crinkle of the gown, the rustle of climbing off the table, the shuffle of feet in socks across the floor as Sarai turns herself towards her office. Luckily, her warm corner is only a few feet away and the couch beckons like a haven. It’s a shitty couch, sure, but military bases can’t be choosers and it’s new, which means its firmness holds up the parts of her body that need it. She actually sighs as she sinks down into the cushions, pats the neighboring cushion in a sit gesture. 

The careful exhale of breath beside her as Morja sits, careful and precise as he always is, tells her that the softness of cushion is a relief from the hard plastic of the table as much as the relief for her being off her feet is. She smiles at him to let him know his moves were right and lays her cane to rest against the companion side-table, stretching out her limbs to make room for the little streams of voltage pinpricking her skin from the inside. She can tell, now, just by the way he didn’t try to stand at attention, hands clasped behind his back, that she did the right thing. 

In the softening shadow of her purple-shaded lamp, Morja looks so small on the couch. For all his bulk, the muscle that has been so pounded into those broad shoulders, the wide torso hard and sturdy as a sack of potatoes, he doesn’t fill up the space much at all. Tucked into the corner, folded neatly, compact, trying not to draw attention. 

Sarai lifts the stethoscope, the warmed metal a comfort in hands that move with shaky slowness, deliberate and obvious when pressing it against Morja’s back, her murmured breathe in for me, please, now out, now in, very good a rhythm she could say in her sleep, her focus on the measure of his pulse. Listening to this man’s lungs make it impossible to not listen to other parts of his body. How the texture of scar rises to meet the shirt that covers it. How even those ridges are and how they rise with his breathing into her hand. There are so many. 

“Doctor?”

Sarai is almost startled by the sound of Morja’s voice. He is so quiet, often, in the examination room. She wonders if it is the softly-lit enclave of her office nook which prompts him to speak first or the intensity of whatever state he’s in. Sarai smoothly folds her hands in her lap, visible and also at a safe distance. 

“Yeah, Morja?” Her voice is slower, the tide catching up to her a little, dragging the lilt away a bit, and she doesn’t quite swallow back a wince at the depth her pain is dragging her voice down to. Morja doesn’t seem to get snagged on the roughness though, his body leaning forward, brow wrinkling up in an intense concentration expression and Sarai tries hard to be alert. She’s so glad there is no sterile smell or bright light to distract her. “What’s up?”

“...Your cane is…pretty. Why, Doctor?”

Damn. So it’s that kind of mood. Huh. 

Fuck, she’s watery, the pulsing little hammers at her temples, her knees, her back, are trying to pull her away from the conversation. But she breathes in, out, in a hum that lets him know she heard, she’s thinking. 

“Great question, Morja.” Sarai says softly, at last, making a rainwater of her voice, flowing with the pain and the rolling mists. Working with her body, not against it. The bright hues of the cane pull her focus and she lets that be her guide. She was feeling…blueish, today, and her blueberry earrings, her sea-deep dress, mirror the cobalt-on-white, delicate patterns on mimicking porcelain teacups, spiral up to the sturdy handle, its blue velvet cushion, anything but fragile as a dish. “Pretty things make me feel better. And…since my cane is me, ya know, it makes sense that it makes me feel better. I hurt a lot some days and, uh, I figure I deserve all the help I can get, so, gotta give it to myself.” 

Her gaze drifts back to Morja’s face and his eyes are deep wells that meet her own. A groove of emotion carved deep into the valleys and ridges, scar after scar, rough terrain hiding buried treasure. So dark in their brown they approach black and the color is what guides her brain again, guides her to recognize the furrow between those eyes, the shadows beneath. The spasm of pain in her chest is not from any illness, only an emotion. The weight of pretty as it fell out of his mouth is the weight of his body on this couch. A luxury Morja  (believes, so strongly believes he) can’t have. 

It only lasts a moment, less than a heartbeat, before Morja looks away and Sarai is unable to swim after it. She’s quite sure he never meant to look her in the eye. She’s quite sure that he wanted to. Morja’s mouth is no longer slack and a frown is an expression, better than nothing. 

The fog thickens around the corners of her eyes, head going all syrup again, thick sugar, bitter as burning caramel, and she breathes out, out, out through a cluster of needles up and down her neck. Fuuuuuuuck. The back of her head thumps against the wall, the darkness of her lids pressing back the dizziness. 

“Hey, Morja? I’m a little out of it- I’m okay, it’ll pass, but do you want to sit in here with me or sit in the exam room? No wrong answers, honey.” 

Her voice is a rumble in her chest and she breathes out the wince, the tremors rocking the tilt behind her lids precariously. 

“Can I…change back into my clothes?”

Oh, honey. 

Her lid cracks, as does the corner of her mouth, and though he’s blurry, she wants the sunlight of how pleased she is of him asking for a thing to break through her cloud of exhaustion. 

Fuck, her head hurts so much, but she’s proud and glad, ouch ouch ouch. 

“‘Course, Morja, gra’ me a can’y when y’get yourself on, pl’se...” 

The rustle of Morja leaving and returning is close together, time doing its foamy thing while she counts her breaths, but the press of a wrapped peppermint, round and crinkly, in her palm is so gentle. 

The couch sinks and settles into the shape of another body, doing the thing she is doing, leaning back into the firm crevices that hold you up. The soft-crunch sounds of the wrapper as she squeezes her fist around it, as Morja unwraps his own candy, as she tries to just kind of be as Morja is on the spot beside her. 

The office is dark and cool and quiet and they’re both in good company right now. 

“...It’s nice. The candy.” 

A flat whisper, halting and small and brave, fumbling across the inches in the dark. 

A flat answer fumbles back, warm and limping and still good enough to greet him.

“I'm glad, Morja. It's really nice.”

~

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[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

Just read fire meets water for the 90th time and I'm still an emotional mess at the end of chapter 4.......its so beautiful 😍 looking forward to more! I will not be able to handle dad Centaur kylo teaching his very own son like one of his students but with so much love bursting through his heart ❤ 💙 💜 💖 💗

Aaaaah, that's so wonderful to hear! 😍😍💕💕

I'm so blown away that you would come back to it and that it can touch you like that 🥰🥰

Centaur!Kylo came out of nowhere and literally stampeded over me 🥴🥴

He's so devastatingly soft, I live for that!

This next chapter had me sobbing as I plotted it out, I was literally struggling to make out my voice notes 😭😭❤️❤️

He deserves the world and I am dying to give it to him. Now I want to go back and reread it as well! 💗💗

Kylo with Renides will literally be death by fluff 🥴🥴

Ugh, I can't stand him 🥴🥴💗💗

Thank you so much for sending in this beautiful ask, my heart is so full now 😍😍

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Hi! It’s me: jim hc anon, remember? So incredibly for literally disappearing with no warning or explanation, college has quite literally been kicking my butt!

Anywayyy it’s ✨headcanon time✨

Jim, for all the lovely, sweet thing he is, cannot cook! I mean you could be pointing a loaded gun to his head and ask him to prepare you a meal and he’d be completely incapable of making anything edible!

And to be fair, it wasn’t much of a problem when he was with Danielle because she’d cook and he’d take care of other stuff around the house but when they divorced and he had to live alone? Oh boy! He had a very healthy diet of pizza, take out and stuff that didn’t require minimal skills like sandwiches!

It was fun for his kids who got to eat out every weekend they were with him but no so much for him who quickly grew tired of eating pizza 4 times a week!

But then, he met you (I know not everyone can cook but for the sake of this headcanon, you can) and the more your relationship progressed, the more you spent time together and either at your place or his place.

Quickly, you came to discover that…your man may have all the qualities and skills in the world, cooking was not one of them.

He was truly a sweet thing, blushing when you asked him why you couldn’t eat home because honestly you weren’t in the mood to order something. He was a bit ashamed of it, which was silly because it’s really no big deal but it’s Jim and he’s…like that.

But you decided it was time to teach him a thing or two. You began with something simple: spaghetti with bolognese sauce.

You bought the ingredients you needed and began the recipe. At first, it was all pretty simple, you only had to chop vegetables and stuff so you quickly showed him the right way and he was good.

Then you showed him the spices to put— which quite frankly he couldn’t understand why these instead others but it’s fine, he’ll just remember the colors.

Now to set the mood, the lights were a bit dimmed and soft jazzy music was playing in the background. As the pasta cooked (you showed him how to measure with his fingers), you began chatting, telling each other about your day. Then your favorite song came and you grabbed his hand to dance.

It was really the most romantic, domestic moment ever! He smelt nice and he was all warm and comforting. But of course, you had to be careful not to burn your meal so the small dance session was cut short so you could check your sauce.

You did that thing where you grabbed a spoon and gave him a little taste and ugh it was so good, Jim wanted to eat it all! It was a cute little thing, you had to remind him to be patient and wait a bit more.

Then you served your plates, making it all pretty and aesthetically pleasing with a small basil leaf while your man was shaking with hunger lol

And then aaaaah he got to eat and it had been SO long since the last time he ate a homemade meal like this he almost passed out! He couldn’t stop praising you and how good of a cook you were and it was adorable 🥰🥰 then he was quiet for the whole evening because he had just eaten so much he couldn’t speak anymore, he fell asleep on you while you were watching a movie on the couch and it took all your strength not to giggle at how cute he looked.

Of course after that, you taught him many other things and tried a lot of recipes together— some well done and others…not so much but the important thing is that you spent a lot of quality time together in your kitchen, laughing and talking and dancing and just being the most smitten people for one another and now I gotta find myself a Jim 🤧

Hai! Of course I remember you, I've missed our Jim discussions. But no need to apologize, I get how university can be a real ass kicker sometimes, hope you're doing well though!

THIS IS SO CUTE

Imagine him trying to recreate the recipe on his own for the first, he'd do his very best to get everything right, but probably ends up over boiling the pasta and somehow burning the sauce. He's a bit embarrassed to show you when you come home, but you promise him that its fine, cause it really is, even of the spaghetti is softer than its supposed to be, the sauce was not past the point of being salvaged.

Oh, and the fact that you can cook somehow makes you more attractive to him cause he don't it and he's so amazed by all the things you can make, even if its just the 'regular' stuff.

Ugh, I just love, love, love this, dancing in the kitchen with him, him falling asleep on you after dinner, so fluffy and domestic, I simply cannot. And he probably loves helping wherever you can, cause he's sweet like that and doesn't want you doing all the work. I too need a Jim (are men even made like that? 😭)