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Prompt List

1: Person A is pregnant and is trying to get Person B to talk to the baby; Person B feels self-conscious, silly, ridiculous, etc. talking to A’s belly, and at first begins speaking jokingly, but soon gets very involved. Bonus points if A gets emotional.

2: Imagine person a of your otp is pregnant. they’re not very far along yet so they haven’t told person b. one night when a thinks b’s asleep they mumble something about what a great parent b will be.

3: Imagine Person A coming home from work only to find Person B and their kid(s) all cuddled up under a blanket fort, fast asleep [X]

4: Imagine person A of your OTP approaching person B really nervously to talk to them about something. B is unsure what to make of this until A finally comes out with what they wanted to talk about: they would like a child.

5: Imagine your OTP rushing to the hospital to see their niece/nephew being born.

6: Imagine your OTP’s child catching them dancing together like dorky parents.

7: Imagine that Person A is heavily pregnant and is laying on the couch. Person B comes and gives A a smooch on their belly, but at the exact spot and time where they kiss, the baby gives a huge kick. B is a little thrown off but they laugh and say, “That little shit just kicked me in the mouth!”

8: Imagine your OTP has a child. Now imagine that Person A of your OTP is being a complete dork in an attempt to make the usually sarcastic child laugh. The child then looks at Person B just shaking their head and saying “You married a dork, did you know that?”

9: Imagine your OTP welcoming a new baby. Person A would post lots of cute photos on social media gushing about how blessed they are and the exact times and weights, etc. and Person B would just post a photo of themselves holding the baby like ‘I spawned’.

10: Imagine your OTP snuggling in bed with their newborn baby between them.

11: Imagine your OTP picking out baby names

12: Imagine your OTP competing to get their baby to say “mama” or “dada” first and the baby ends up saying the dog’s name instead

13: Imagine half of your OTP carrying the sonogram around with them everywhere they go

14: Imagine your OTP hearing their baby giggle for the first time

15: Imagine your OTP spending their first Valentine’s day as parents

16: Imagine your OTP finding out they’re having twins

17: Person A of your OTP is up with the baby at night telling them how they met Person B while Person B listens quietly outside of the room

18: Imagine your otp taking their child trick-or-treating

19: Imagine half of your OTP finding the other half asleep with the baby asleep on their chest and stopping to take a picture

20: Imagine your OTP not being able to pull themselves away from their newborn’s side as they sleep

21: Imagine Person A of your OTP singing to their child as Person B secretly listens over the baby monitor.

22: Imagine person A of your OTP being put on bed rest and getting incredibly annoyed as person B waits on them hand and foot

23: Imagine Person A of your OTP telling Person B that they and their child are the best thing that has ever happened to them.

24: Imagine Person A of your OTP placing Person B’s hand on their stomach to feel their baby kick.

25: Imagine your OTP giving up on the chance to ever become parents, only to find out that Person A is pregnant.

26: Imagine your OTP reading their child a bedtime story.

27: Imagine your OTP telling their child that they’re going to have a younger sibling.

28: Imagine your otp seeing their baby for the first time. [X]

29: It’s New Years Eve, and your OTP has a baby. Friends/family/whoever come over to ring in the New Year. Early in the night, Person A puts the baby to sleep in their nursery, closing the door so the noise of the party doesn’t bother them. Close to midnight, the baby wakes up, and A goes to soothe them. Not wanting to miss getting a New Years kiss with their partner, Person B follows them up. At midnight, they have their New Years kiss with their baby in A’s arms, in the quiet of the nursery.

30: While Person A is doing ____ <insert some activity that usually happens before the magical moment of proposal> ready to propose, Person B decides that it’s a good time to drop the pregnancy bomb.

31: Write about the repercussions of an accidental pregnancy.

32: Your OTP cannot have a child between them biologically (for whatever reason!), and so Person A insists on adopting. Person B doesn’t want to adopt, but after much insistence, gives in. They go to see who they can adopt, and Person A is adamant that they adopt a baby. As soon as that baby is put into Person B’s arms, they melt and feel absolute love for this child.

33: Imagine your OTP’s child loving books, and reading them extremely fast. Person A makes them a promise that they’ll always buy them books as long as they’re a good kid, and ends up spending an abundance of money (much to Person B’s dismay)

34: Person A and Person B have finally decided that they feel ready and wanna try to have/adopt a child.

That emotional conversation was yesterday.

Today, Person A woke up and started making little dad jokes, saying little mom phrases, or being really parental in general.

Person B thinks it’s cute, of course. But after the third time Person A says “oops gonna move right on past ya” in the kitchen…. B is rethinking this whole “make my spouse/partner into a parent of my child” thing.

35: Some mornings, everything went absolutely according to plan, with a full bodied ease and smoothness. Other mornings, it was more like you’d been woken up by a two foot tall monster screaming twelve contradicting commands at you before collapsing to the floor because, no, there’s no such thing as a dinosaur waffle and Mommy doesn’t have the artistic skill to make one.

Today was definitely the latter.

36: “Woah woah woah, wait! You – you want a WHAT?”

“A kid, B, a kid. For God’s sake it’s not like I’m speaking Russian.”

37: “What the hell is that thing? Get it away from me!”

“Its just a baby?”

38: Imagine your OTP hours after they have welcomed their first child. Of course, they’re still at the hospital. Person A is asleep. Person B has some alone time with the baby. They didn’t allow themselves to cry or become very “sappy” earlier, but now that their partner is asleep, they don’t care. They let it all out.

Bonus: Person A is awake the whole time and hears everything, but pretends they are asleep. Whether or not they bring it up later is up to you.

39: “I’m a little scared, but overall? Excited.”

40: “Hey, come feel my stomach! They’re kicking.”

41: “We’ve been fighting over the wall colors for two days now. I want to make some sort of alien world on the walls, but they said that’s too much work. It’d be worth it.”

42: “So far, the only names I can think of just aren’t good enough.”

43: “Of course the first thing that turned out positive in my life would be a pregnancy test.”

44: Prompt: Imagine person A of your OTP is pregnant and having to put up with some kicks and squirms from the baby which are rather bothersome to A. B then sings to the baby which seems to calm it down or rather lull it to sleep.

45: “Let’s have a baby.”

46: Person A tries to think of an excuse as to why they aren’t drinking without letting Person B know that they are pregnant.

47: Write something that begins with a positive pregnancy test.

48:“This is your fault.”

49: “Take responsibility.”

50: One party finds out they’re pregnant while the other party is away/captured/missing. [X]

51: Sitting on the floor of a public bathroom holding a positive pregnancy test.

52: Denying they’re pregnant until they pass out (what from, you decide).

53: Hiding pregnancy from the other partner.

54: “Remember how I said I didn’t want kids?”

55: “I didn’t think we’d ever do it.”

56: “My parents are gonna be so happy.”

57: “My parents are gonna kill me.”

58: “I told Mom/Dad I’m pregnant, they kicked me out.”

59: “Do you think it’ll be a boy, or a girl?”

60: Baby kicks for the first time.

61: Discussing baby names.

62: Cuddling.

63: “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant, and even if you were fat, I don’t care. I love you.”

64: “I dunno if I’ll be a good Mom/Dad.”

65: “I’m emotional and pregnant, leave me alone.”

66: “Get them to settle down in there, will you?”

67: “Baby’s coming, now.”

68: “Don’t let go of my hand, okay?”

69: “You’re not going anywhere.”

70: “I can’t do this.”

71: “I’m so tired.”

72: A long and difficult labor, with a good or bad end.

73: “I’m going to kill you if you do this to me again.”

74: Parents relaxing with their newborn(s)/looking at them in awe.

75: “I will always protect you.”

76: “You can do this.”

77: Over the years, our relationship had evolved more than I could have ever imagined. We had started off as two dumb kids stumbling through adulthood together, sharing laughter and shouting matches. But now we had grown, still young at heart but well settled into the world around us. Things were placid and yet never boring with them. I wanted nothing more than to spend my days together forever.

Finally, I worked up the courage to buy them a ring.

78: A:*holding up marriage certificate* this is a legal contract that says you have to love me.

B:*smirking*what are the consequences?

*Nsfw or playfight ensues* [X]

79: Your OTP being really in love even when they are old , doing stuff that young couples do like having dates at different restaurants , staying up all night , talking about the sweet and the sour, some PDA like holding hands and kissing . Their children telling them about the fact that they are not young anymore but they don’t care .

80: Person A: you know what B? I am going to marry you one day.

Person B: *flattered, awkward, and sarcastic bc they're unsure of how to respond* heh— you’ll have to fight for my honor first.

Person A: okay!

Person B: ⚆ _ ⚆ wait what

81: But a soulmate au where markings blossom at the place they first touch you. It starts with a little prick, like a bug bite or a needle and this beautiful dark ink swirls around your arm after some stranger pushed past you. A static zap ricochets across your shoulder blades as that idiot you see around sometimes shoves you by your back, pale blue curves look like wings across your back. Then can you imagine the other person? That idiot having both his hands absolutely covered in this baby blue filigree, the other stranger with navy scrawled across their lower bicep and trailing down their inner forearm, just ugh like somebody with whimsical purple running up their finger but for gods sake, they just wanted a pen.

82: “Dear god, you’re beautiful.”

“No need to sound quite so surprised, we’ve only been married for the last decade.”

83: Imagine a soulmate au where whenever your soulmate listens to music, you can hear it too and the only way you can find them is when the music they’re listening to gets louder the closer you are to them.

84: Imagine a soulmate au where you can taste the things that they are eating or drinking and the only way you can find them is to find the places that serve that same kind of food or drink they’re eating/drinking.

85: Imagine a soulmate au where the heart in your chest is your soulmate’s and you can feel whatever they’re currently feeling and the only way you can find them is when it stops beating. Kind of like taking the “When I first met you, I swear I could feel my heart stop beating” literally.

86: Imagine a soulmate au where your level of talent at a hobby determines on how close you are to your soulmate.

87: Imagine a soulmate au where your dreams are a mixture of your soulmate’s past and present memories and the only way you know that you’ve met them is when you see yourself.

88: Imagine a soulmate au where everyone is given a book at birth with no pages in it and the only way the pages begin to magically appear is when they are finally born. Each chapter is linked to your soulmate’s age and the pages within that chapter represent a day of their life with a small collection of things that they have said throughout the day. The only way you will know that you’ve met your soulmate is when the pages stop appearing and the last thing that was said on the last page is actually the first word or sentence that they said to you.

89: Imagine a soulmate au where you’re given a necklace that changes to the colors of what they’re currently feeling and the temperature is linked to how close you are to them. For example, nothing being very far away, cold being closer, and warm being they’re right in front of you. But, whenever they take the necklace off of them, the connection is lost and you won’t know what they’re feeling or if you’ve even met each other.

90: the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time

91: your soulmate’s initials are imprinted in your skin of your hand at birth and the letters burn more intensely as the day you meet them grows closer

92: you’ve only ever seen your soulmate in your dreams but you can never remember what they look like, the imaginary life you have with them picks up wherever it leaves off when you fall asleep again. but the dreams stop after you meet them, but you have no way of know who they are because you still can’t remember their face

93: your soulmate’s hair color is the color of your eyes. the color of your eyes also changes to match the color of their hair if they dye it

94: you think you have a sleepwalking problem but it’s really just the universe trying to bring you to your soulmate when your mind is disengaged

95: you’ve been sketching your soulmate’s face since you were old enough to pick up a pencil, the drawings become more realistic through the years as the day you meet comes near

96: you’re born with a band of your soulmate’s skin color tattooed in your skin

97: all of your dreams are your soulmate’s most significant memories from that given day

98:“Have I told you recently that you’re utterly gorgeous?”

“No,” they hummed, eyes soft and lips curled with amusement. “Remind me.”

99: Tol is reading a book and Smol is trying to get their attention

100: Smol has trouble reaching something on the top shelf so Tol has to help them

101: Smol/Tol is obsessed with Smol/Tol’s hands because of the size difference

102: Smol sometimes gets mistaken for a child and gets defensive so Tol has to calm them down

103: Tol and Smol have a habit of writing “Tol” and “Smol” on each other’s papers

104: Tol and Smol have a lot of the same classes and whenever Smol is sad, Tol gives them piggyback rides from class to class

105: Tol gets asked out a lot when Smol goes with them to bars so whenever a person flirts with Tol, Smol gets defensive and is ready to fight

106: Tol is always coming up behind Smol and kissing their head, hugging their waist, covering their eyes, etc. and despite it having started months (or years) ago, it still always surprises Smol

107: Tol is hogging the blankets, so Smol tries to roll them over, but after many failures, Smol just snuggles closer.

108: Smol tosses and turns in their sleep and usually ends up rolled up in the covers, leaving Tol in the cold, but Tol just smiles and cuddles their happy lil sushi roll

109: Smol has sleep problems and Tol tries to stay awake with them most nights and they soon run out of things to do, so they decide to try 2 AM baking

110: Tol is a kind, gentle sweetheart, and Smol is their adorable little ball of fire

111: Tol and Smol are dancing and Tol makes a joke about Smol’s size so Smol retaliates by pulling Toll down to their height and teasing them about being stronger [X]

112: Tol helps Smol clean their closet and starts flipping their shit over how tiny Smol’s clothes are. Bonus points if Tol calls Smol their “Little doll”

113: “You should totally pretend to propose to me,” their best friend said. “We can see if someone in the restaurant gives us free drinks. People love it when stuff like that happens.” My stomach flipped. I couldn’t even say I liked you, let alone propose - fake or not. “Why am I the one proposing? You do it. It was your idea.”

114: “Everyone thinks we’re a couple.” “I know.” “You know? It doesn’t bother you?” “Should it? Does it bother you? I mean, personally I think I could do worse as far as fake lovers go, but…”

115: “Look, attending prom without knowing how to dance was tragic the first time. I just can’t let you face that humiliation twice.” “Thanks.” The other held out a hand, a small smile on their lips. “Don’t worry, I’m a good teacher. Everyone says so.” They stifled a laugh.

116: “You’re ok, right? You’re not hurt?!”

“No, no, no, I’m fine! Totally fine, no, no, I’m fine.”

“Really? Because you’re repeating your words, you look pale, and you look like you’re about to topple over.”

“Yeah, you might wanna catch me.”

117: PALM KISSING.

118: Sitting next to someone, hands in one’s lap, leaning against them and kissing their shoulder

119: “The eyelid kiss is said to produce a unique sensation of an un-wordly nature, running from the base of the spine to the knees”

120: A kiss on the temple

121: Laying opposite directions on a couch, or with someone’s legs in their lap, kissing the knees or shins

122: Randomly while holding hands bringing joined hands together to kiss the back of the hand

123: Topless and face-down, a kiss on the shoulder blade [X]

124: The playful kiss on the tip of the nose

125 Laying on someone’s chest and kissing their sternum

126: Kissing the crown of the head

127: A kiss on the inside of the wrist

128: Behind someone who’s sitting down, leaning over to kiss the forehead (and potentially block their eyesight with hair falling in their face)

129: Kissing scars either shortly or long after they’ve healed

130: Standing behind someone, hugging them around the arms or the waist, and kissing the top edge of the shoulder

131: Kissing someone to stop them blurting out a secret/something they’ll regret

132: “Sorry, give me a sec-” they scrounged up their notes. Their hand trembled. “I wrote it down so this wouldn’t come out wrong. Sorry.” “You’re not dying, are you?” the best friend sounded worried. “What - no? No, I’m not dying. Nobody’s dying. Well, someone probably is. Every six seconds and all that but - no one we know. That I know about.” “It’s really, really cute when you start rambling.” They lost track of their notes a second time. Their skin went hot. “What?” “Will you go out with me?” “Did you just read my notes upside down?”

133: I kissed you like you were the centre of my gravity, everything in me drawn, falling falling falling always falling for you. A hand on the back of my neck, a dizzied breath as your thumb brushed an exposed slice of skin at my hip and then crept and settled upwards, warm and steady. Breathless, tentative, abruptly shy as our panting breaths chased the silence. Our eyes met. Yours - soft, a promise that if I fell I would always be caught. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Hey, you.” And then you kissed me again.

134:They started to creep out of bed, heart pounding, thoughts fogging their brain. Their friend flung out an arm without opening their eyes, catching them around the waist and reeling them back in. Their friend pressed a kiss to their neck. “Easy,” their friend murmured. “You don’t need to panic, it’s fine. Talk to me.”

135: “It’s funny, isn’t it.” They kept their eyes on their best friend’s hand, trailing idle patterns because it was easier than looking at their expression. “That we both knew, but never said anything.” “Never felt like it needed saying.” Their friend’s gaze was intent, and a finger teased over their lip, feather-light. “Would you like me to say it now?”

136: “I love you.”

“Ew, gross.”

“We’re married!”

Their partner grinned at them fondly and leaned in for a kiss.

“Ew.” Came the flat, secretly amused, nose wrinkled reply. “Gross.”

137: “I really want to kiss you right now”

“Then do it”

138: “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“That depends on if it’s working or not,” they replied with a lazy grin. Their head tilted, and they wet their lips a little nervously. “Is it?”

139: Baby, it’s cold outside: Things don’t go too well for both muse A and B when they decide to go on a little vacation together. Resting in a cabin together, our muses wake up to find out that - they can’t leave? During their slumber, a snow-storm had hit and blocked both the windows and doors, locking them inside! Do they stay positive about this situation and keep warm inside? Or do they try and find a way to somehow escape?

140: A spoonful of sugar: Catching a high fever, Muse A is too sick to even move from their bed. Muse B, worries about the other makes their way to their house only to see what horrible condition they are in! Ignoring the stubbornness of Muse A who insists they’re fine, Muse B is now determined to nurse them back to good health! Blankets, Ice-packs, warm soup in bed… anything that’ll get them back on their feet and well again.

141: Handful of flour: Muse A and Muse B decide to bake sweets in the kitchen! Muse A asks Muse B to get some flour from the cabinet, but instead of delivering it to them they instead take a handful and throw it right at Muse A - to which Muse A respond by throwing a handful right back at them!

142: Rain Rain, Go away; While Muse A is at Muse B’s house, a thunderstorm soon sweeps in and ruins their peaceful day together. Now this wouldn’t be a problem because their indoors; but Muse A is terrified of thunderstorms. The storm only escalates to the point where the power turns off, leaving them in the darkness and and surrounded by the loud clashes of thunder. Muse A begins panicking, and it’s up to Muse B to keep them calm and get their mind off of what is going on until the storm passes.

143: What happened?: Muse A and Muse B wake up after a long night of partying in bed naked with no memory of what happened the night before.

144: “Everyone thinks we’re a couple.”

“Well, we did sleep together.”

“Yes -literally. As in, just sleeping!”

“I’m wondering if your horror should insult me.”

“I - what - no -”

“-I enjoyed sleeping with you.”

“You find this far too funny.”

“Maybe I’m just flattered.”

And with that, they were speechless.

145: “Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

146: “Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”

147: “Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”

148: “Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”

149: “Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”

150: “Wow - you look… amazing.”

151: “*Puts hands over eyes from behind* Guess whooo?”

152: “I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

153: “I want to go on a date! I demand it!”

154: “We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”

155: “What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”

156: “Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”

157: “It’s been a long day… here, let me give you a massage.”

158: “Is it alright if I call you princess?”

159: “It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

160: “I think your perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

161: “That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”

162: “What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.”

163: I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth

164: We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other

165: I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that?

166: We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair

167: It’s time to fight the boss and if I don’t tell you now, I might not live to tell you

168: Congratulations! One of your dreams has finally come true. Let me give you a big hug and wow, you’re warm…

169: Imagine your OTP with their new baby/babies. [X]

170: Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.

171: We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.

172: Wait, my hero’s secret identity is… you? To be honest, I’d always kind of hoped…

173: You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now…

174: We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way

175: This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…

176: Making the bed together

177: Tying his tie

178: Him/Her zipping your dress

179: Dropping hints so he'll give you his jacket

180: Watching sitcoms together

181: Being stuck at their house during a blizzard

182: Reading together by the fire

183: Building a fort together

184: Hold hands

185: Watching the classics

186: Slow dancing in the living room

187: Baking together

188: Passing notes in class

189: Borrowing his gloves and them being way too big

190: Take walks

191: Go on a picnic in the park

192: Drive through the city at night

193: Go on a road trip

194: Give each other handmade gifts

195: Go on a romantic vacation together

196: Sleep on a trampoline with blankets and pillows

197: Take a nap together

198: Go on a photography adventure

199: Play video games together

200: Have a beach date

201: Take a train somewhere

202: Spend a day in character as whomever the other chooses

203: Write sappy poems for each other

204: Clean together

205: Watch each other's favourite movies

206: Rent a tiny rowboat on a small pond and read sappy poetry to each other

207: Go to an amusement park together

208: Surprise each other with breakfast in bed

209: Go shopping together

210: Do art together

211: Play/Kiss in the rain

212: Take a steamy shower together

213: Take a soothing bubble bath together

214: Make traditions

215: Cuddle

216: Go to the movies

217: Pick outfits for each other

218: Sneak pictures of each other

219: Make bets together

220: Go on fancy dinner dates

221: Do couples' challenges together

222: Fall asleep together [X]

223: "See, I knew you'd be good with her."

224: Celebrate holidays together

225: "She makes me happier than anything I've ever known, and if I can have a part in making her happy again, that's all I want to do. That's all I want to do for the rest of my life."

226: “You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”

227: “Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”

228: “Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?”

229: “Shut up and kiss me already.”

230: “You’re the most important person in my life.”

231: “Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

232:“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.”

233:“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

234: “I need you more than you need me.”

235: “I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”

236: “I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.”

237: “The truth is… I love you.”

238: “You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”

239: “Be mine. Please.”

240: “I am who I am because of you.”

241: “It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”

242: “Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”

243: “Ah- I adore your laugh.”

244: “Stop that, it tickles!”

245: “Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”

246: “I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”

247: “You’re so intoxicating to me.”

248: “Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”

249: “You’re just so wonderful.”

250: “S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”

251: “Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”

252: “You, Me, Order In, Netflix… waddya say?”

253: “I want to be more than just friends with you.”

254: Person A and Person B are decorating a gingerbread house when Person A accidentally breaks a piece causing the house to collapse. Person A is really sad and afraid that Person B will be mad at them but Person B has the idea to turn it into a post-apocalyptic gingerbread house so they work together to strategically destroy it even more.

255: Person A and Person B were supposed to go out for a date but a snow storm hits and they get snowed in. Person A is really sad about it so Person B builds them a blanket fort so they can spend the evening snuggling and watching Christmas movies together.

256: Stay together.

257: "They grow up so fast..."

258: I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved.

259: Imagine your OTP coming up with a list of names for their children.

Bonus: when one of their children comes out as trans, they happily hand their child the list and say “here, in case you want inspiration”

260: Imagine A is planning a surprise birthday party for B, but when the day of the party comes and people start showing up, A realizes that instead of sending 30 invitations to B’s work office, they sent 30 invitations to a biker gang. So now A, C, D and E are running around town trying desperately to find a present good enough for B to still have a good birthday.

BONUS: A, C, D and E get home to find B partying it up with the bikers and having a great time

DOUBLE BONUS: when A decide to have kids, all of the bikers show up to their baby shower/push party, super excited to meet their baby/babies

261: The otp is at a party, A goes around giving hugs and kisses to all their friends and when they get to B. They whisper "Merry christmas" and give B a kiss on the lips. A then kisses their sleeping baby in B's arms whispering merry christmas.

262: “Honey, when the hell did you teach the fucking baby to swear?!” “I didn’t, sweetie” “Oh yeah, I’m fucking sure she invented all those hecking swear words”

263: Imagine Person A, the shorter member of your OTP, is pregnant. They were already having difficulties reaching things, but now reaching for things is nearly impossible, so Person B has to do a lot of retrieving of objects for Person A

264: Person A finds a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom garbage and flips out before going to find Person B, who sheepishly tells A that they didn’t know how to tell them the news.

265: Imagine your otp in the hospital because one of their family friends is having a baby. Does the situation make them want kids, or does it make them perfectly satisfied staying a duo?

266: Person A gets stopped in the shop because they’re (number of months) pregnant. The guards think that they’re shoplifting and Person B gets really angry and starts shouting about how they should know that Person A is pregnant.

267: Imagine person A of your OTP discovering they're pregnant by accident and not being afraid to reveal it to person B because they deeply love and trust person B not to spite them or leave them for being pregnant. (Because I see too many OTP prompts where the OTP is distrustful and scared of revealing such)

269: Your otp have a small child. Who runs around the toy stores suggesting “they would love this! Look at the buttons?!”, who knows that their baby is too young for such a toy, but a certain someone is apparently not too old.

269: Imagine your OTP going to adopt a child the day before thanksgiving.

Bonus: On thanksgiving, when the child is asked what they are thankful for, they respond by saying, “you two”, or something similar.

Bonus 2: B ends up in tears and A and the kid have to calm them down.

270: Write a story made up of journal entries.

Person C is the child of A and B. They’re going through relationship problems (as a teen or adult) and find a journal waiting for them from Parent A. The journal is the rough story of all the good and bad that took place between A and B. How they met, dated, broke up, then reconnected and fell back in love, told in A’s POV.

Bonus: C sends/gives the book back when their done reading it and B had no idea about it. B reads it and realizes just how much they went through with A.

How this ends is up to you.

271: Imagine person a hiding a wedding ring in an easter egg, expecting person b to find it but, instead a child finds it

272: Imagine Person A being hopelessly in love with Person B. They write a song for Person B.

273: Imagine your OTP going to a party together. They spend the whole night holding hands.

274: Imagine your OTP on a kiss cam.

275: Imagine Person A coming out to their parents, but it doesn’t go well. Person B hears about it and yells at A’s parents.

276: Imagine Person A (the innocent one) saying something sexual and Person B (the not so innocent one) gasping and lightly hitting their shoulder, telling them to watch their mouth.

277: “___, will you marry me?”

278: “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

279: “I always thought marriage was a dead end, but…with you, I think it’s worth a shot.”

280: “There’s something I want to ask you.”

281: “Remember that time when [significant moment]? It got me thinking…”

282: “I hate people. Except for you. So…be with me forever?”

283: “You’re all I need.”

284: “I know you’re mad at me right now, but I can’t wait any longer.”

285: “I’ve been carrying this around for months, waiting for the right moment. And I’ll tell you: there is no right moment. So I’m just going to ask you right now.”

286: “You made me a better person. And I want you to keep showing me things for the rest of our lives.”

287: “Let’s run away together.”

288: "It’s rather inconvenient that the coffee shop where they’re having their date is one comfy chair short of how many are in their group.

The obvious solution, of course, is for Person A (the one too slow to grab a seat) to sit on someone’s lap. But now, it seems the others are all arguing about who gets to hold A.

It’s a very nice argument to witness, at least to A, but an argument all the same."

289: "We're teachers and our students keep getting in trouble and causing general mayhem to try to get us together so let's just pretend to date so they stop doing that and whoops I think I kind of like you now"

290: Person A: “Why do I get the feeling that you’re about to tell me something I really don’t want to hear?”

Person B: “….Experience?”

291: Starting a friends with benefits relationship with your roommate quickly blurs some lines…

292: There are love letters coming in the mail but with nothing written on the outside, not even a name, so I always give them to you, because I just assume they’re for you because I think I’ve seen you holding one of the envelopes before and you’re the kind of person that has a secret admirer, definitely not me…

293: Person A sneaking things into the cart when Person B isn’t looking.

294: Person A and Person B losing each other in a store and trying to find each other.

295: Person A laughing at Person B because they spent more money at the food court than they did in any of the stores all day.

296: “Did you sleep last night? At all?”

297: “You don’t get to say anything to me!”

298: “Excuse me?”

299: “How is this my fault?”

300: “I don’t want to talk to you.”

301: “Move out of my way before I make you.”

302: “That isn’t an option.”

303: “You aren’t going anywhere.”

304: “You aren’t the boss of me.”

305: “What gives you the right?”

306: “Do that again and you’ll regret it.”

307: “Leave me alone!”

308: “I don’t care.”

309: “Come back here right now!”

310: “Go. You go and don’t even think about coming back here.”

311: “Do I make myself clear?”

312: “Control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about.”

313: “What did you just say to me?”

314: “I didn’t ask you to do that!”

315: “Get away from me!”

316: “Let go of me.”

317: “You’re such a dork.”

318: “Get over here, you doof.”

319: “Cheeky.”

320: “You’re so needy.”

321: “Kiss me again.”

322: “You’re so adorable!”

323: “Look at you… Goodness, you’re so cute.”

324: “I’m just so happy!”

325: “I can’t stop smiling.”

326: “I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt.”

327: “You are being extra sweet today.”

328: “Oh, look at you!”

329: “Your eyes are so pretty.”

330: “I’m really happy that you’re here with me.”

331: “Thank you for staying with me.”

332: “I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone this much before.”

333: “I feel like I’m in the clouds when I’m with you.”

334: “You’re like my heroine.”

335: “I’m gonna tickle you if you don’t come over here.”

336: “My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.”

337: Person A: “How good of a mood are you in right now?”

Person B: “…..What did you do?”

338: “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

339: “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

340: “Have you seen my hoodie?” “Noo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

341: “OH you’re jealous!”

342: “Can we stay like this forever?”

343: “Please just kiss me already.”

344: “I think you might be my soulmate.”

345: “Sleep over? Please?”

346: “Are we on a date right now?”

347: “I think I’m in love with you.”

348: “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

349: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

350: “I wish we could live together already.”

351: “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

352: “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

353: “You take my breath away,” “…” “y’know, like the song haha”

354: “Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

355: “But I’ve never told you that before.”

356: “Give me attention.”

357: “How is my wife more badass than me?”

358: “It’s your turn to make dinner.”

359: “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

360: “That was kind of hot.”

361: Good morning kiss

362: Kiss on the forehead

363: Kiss on the nose

364: Kiss on the neck

365: Kiss on the back

366: Exhausted parents kiss

367: Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

368: Before Bed kiss

369: In Secret kiss

370: Public kiss

371: Against a wall kiss

372: When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead

373: Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

374: Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

375: Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing Top Of Head Kisses

376: Person A: “Did I ever mean anything to you?… Or was all of it a lie?”

Person B: “Everything I told you, everything you think you know about me, is a lie… But I never lied about my feelings for you.”

377: “Get out!”

“Please let me explain.”

“Out!”

378: “You and me, together. We’re unbeatable. We can go against all odds and come out on top.”

379: “Is it wrong for me to wish that they never grow up and I can keep my baby forever?”

“I kind of want that too.”

380: “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I am just… speechless. You look beautiful.”

381: “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

382: Person A: “I cannot put into words, just how much I want to stab him, right now.”

Person B: “……You could always draw a diagram.”

383: Concept: You can share senses with your soulmate.

384: Person A: “No ones ever brought me flowers before….”

Person B: “Do you not like them?”

Person A: “….I love them, thank you.”

385: Warm sunlight through a glass, sitting in the passenger seat, idle chatter, and passing greenery.

386: Person A: “……I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

Person B: “You should know by now, that I don’t care what anybody else thinks. I’ll always be on your side.”

387: Person A: ”There are easier ways of doing this, you know?”

Person B: “Yeah, but none of them are quite as fun, are they?”

388: “I’ve been pining after you for two years and you never even noticed.”

389: “Some things just take time.”

390: “Do you regret it?"

391: “Tell me this one thing and I’ll leave you alone.”

392: “I deserve whatever punishment you will give me.”

393: Person A: “Have I told you, I love you, lately?”

Person B: “You could always tell me again.”

394: Watching them sleep in the early morning.

395: Video calling them because they miss them.

396: Calling them during a panic attack, having them rush over to sooth them.

397: Person A: “What’s your most precious memory?”

Person B: “.....Honestly? That time when we sat in that shitty little car park late at night, eating those disgusting chips from the petrol station with the broken sign.”

Person A: “.....Seriously? Why?” Person B: “Because that was the first time I ever saw you smile for real.”

398: Having their baby, being completely over-protective of them.

399: Stealing their clothes, wearing them just to tease them.

400: Taking s/o to meet parents.

401: Coming to their aid after a nightmare.

402:Movie date, being slick and wrapping an arm over them during the middle of the movie.

403: Dropping them off at their house after date and kissing them goodnight.

404: Dancing/pumping their fist in the air in excitement because they finally kissed them.

405: Taking them to see a waterfall.

406: Waiting outside their door all night because they had a fight.

407: Painting them/drawing them while they sleep/pose for them.

408: Domestic life; helping them with their tie, their hair, handing them coffee before they leave for work.

409: Wrapped up in a sheet after a drunken night, flustered and trying to find their clothes while they watch you amusingly.

410: Waking up to them making you breakfast while half-naked.

411: Hands brushing against theirs in a moment of seriousness, unable to keep the smile from breaking out across their face.

412: Being utterly touch starved and too shy to ask to be held, so they resolve to brushing their fingers against a part of s/o’s skin, etc.

413: Being the overly protective one during the pregnancy, doing everything for their s/o.

414: "It's two in the morning, I'm drunk and need some goddamn french fries so open your goddamn door."

415: “Well, if you want my opinion -”

“We really don’t.”

416: Person A needs to leave for work, but Person B is hugging them from behind and just standing there. They can’t leave them.

417: “Fuck.”

“No.”

“Fuck!”

“Who taught the baby the fuck word?”

418: “I want this to be worth something to you. If it isn’t, then what’s the point?”

419: “You're braver than you think."

420: Cradling child close to their chest

421: Wrapping child in old blankets like a little burrito

422: “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

423: Distracting child with their favorite things (toys, comfort items, ect.)

424: “Nobody’s going to hurt you as long as I’m around.”

425: “I won’t rest until I have baby-proofed this entire house. Just you watch.”

426: “I’m a little worried. What if I’m not a good parent?”

427: “Their room needs to be exciting. I’m not painting it a generic plain color.”

428: “Don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to seeing everyone else panic on the first day of school.”

429: Characters witness their baby’s first laugh

430: Person A is a Youtuber who is dating B, C, D, and E. Their channel is growing and they are hesitant to come out as a poly couple so they just pass it for a really good friendship. Thing is, internet being internet are starting shipping war. Some ships A and B, some B and C, some A and C, etc. It’s starting to do some shit and fights online. One day, they get tired of being asked questions about it and decide to come out as who they are. They make a video about how happy they are all together in a poly relationship. How do their fanbase and subscriber reacts is up to you!

431: Imagine Person A and B of your poly ship both helping Person C get through a bad bout of depression. What sort of things would they do for Person C to show that they care for them and want to support them? Is one more verbal with their support than the other?

432: Person (A) decides to plan a romantic dinner, thing is, while (A) prepares it, (B) and ( C) are upstairs, making out. Both are getting really into it but after a while, just when they were about to get serious, (A) calls them downstairs to eat.

(B) and ( C), frustrated a little from stopping there, tries their best to seduce their way into (A)’s pants for dinner. Saying cliche and cheesy things to try and convince (A) that they can be dinner~

433: “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

434: Person A will gladly tell you: There is nothing in the world quite so cute as Person B sitting in a rocking chair, holding a baby chick against their flannel (which Person A had been planning to steal, but this is far sweeter)

435: “Come to bed. I sleep better with you there.”

436: “Where did you get that scar from?"

437: “I love mummy.”

“What about me?”

“Just mummy.”

438: “Your brat keeps kicking me in the kidney.”

“How come you say they’re mine whenever they are doing that?”

439: "Have I done something wrong?"

440: “Looking back it’s like, like those days never existed.”

“And you?”

“No. I didn’t exist either.”

441: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

442: “Stay in bed a little longer. It is warm here.”

“Alright, five more minutes, then I have to get up.”

443: “Does it hurt here?”

“Everywhere hurts.”

444: “How do you always look so kissable?”

445: “Stomach bug?”

“No, morning sickness.”

446: "I feel safe in your arms."

447: "I dreamed about you last night, and woke up happy."

448: "I can't sleep. Can I stay here?"

449: “Does this feel good?”

450: She smiled down at the infant cradled in her arms, one tiny hand wrapped around her pinky finger. He was her little miracle.

451: "I'm so in love with you."

452: "You own my heart."

453: A: “Hey, before you doze off– I have a quick question?”

B: “Yeah, sure, what is it?”

A: “Would it be okay with you if I wake you up with kisses tomorrow? If that’d be uncomfortable for you, that’s totally cool, forget I even brought it up.”

454: “Are you nervous?”

“No… Should I be?”

455: Running into some of the family accidentally while running errands.

456: Bringing their partner(s) to a family function, but something like a graduation party where they won’t have to be the center of attention.

457: Visiting a grave/memorial with their partner(s)

458: Finally being alone after the meeting.

459: During foreplay, A always loved getting B visibly riled up. When B does get that riled up, though, they always kiss A far softer than they had been previously. It always confuses A a little bit, but it’s never a problem. In the middle of some heated kisses, A decides to ask: “Why do you always do that?” “Do– do what?” “You kiss me softest when you’re desperate.” “You deserve to be treated gently. I’d never let how bad I want you overcome how bad I want you to feel wanted.”

460: “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

461: Secret relationship and everyone knows

462: Person A listens to true crime podcasts all day and watches tons of videos about it, and they have to sleep cuddled up real close to Person B that night because they’re scared. Person B may tease them about it.

463: "What would you have said?"

464: “STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT’S NOT FAIR!”

465: “Listen, I enjoy this hug and all, but can you stop?”

466: “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.”

467: “I’m not going to fuck you until you’ve come at least three times on my tongue and fingers.”

468: Person A: “….Please don’t leave me here alone.”

Person B: “Never.”

469: “You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”

470: “Damn these emotions.”

471: "Just another night, no sleep."

472: “I’m the youngest here, but no one would know it, what with the way you two act instead.”

473: “I would never let anyone hurt the ones I care about and that includes you.”

474: “Look at who I used to be and tell me I’m not better off how I am now.”

475: “Don’t be nervous, you can come closer.”

476: “I never took you for the romantic type, but I guess I stand corrected.”

477: “Don’t smile at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I make you happy.”

478: “This is far from the first time I’ve done something like this, so why are you so surprised?”

479: “I already knew. I was just waiting for you to confess finally.”

480: “Is it still a secret if I know about it?”

481: “You know, by hinting that you have secrets, you make everyone else that much more inclined to find out what you’re hiding, right?”

482: “You threatened my best friend, I do not feel too lovey dovey towards you right now!”

483: Your OTP(+) haven’t announced their relationship yet, but when a friend of theirs posts a picture with them kissing in the background, what happens?

484: “(Name), this is the girl of my dreams.”

485: “(Name)? Come on. Please, don’t be sad for me.”

486: “Are you asleep?” “Not anymore.”

487: “You made me breakfast in bed? What did you do this time?”

488: “I’ll carry you if I have to!”

489: “I didn’t understand the warmth of you until I couldn’t have it.”

490: “I had given up, but you came into my life and I brought myself back.”

491: “When did we become such a family?”

492: He’s going to be a great father

493: “Has anyone else noticed that we’ve color-coordinated with each other or is it just me?”

494: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

495: Your character goes outside on a clear night. Looking up, they see a bright falling star streak across the sky. What wish do they make?

496: Person B: I got you these chocolates for Valentine's Day!! Person A: You're a little late, it's the day after Person C: They were half off

497: Imagine your OTP giving their child dating advice.

498: Imagine person A leaning on person B’s shoulder and asking if they’ve ever thought about raising kids with them and B replying that they’ve definitely thought about raising kids with them. Think about it.

499: Imagine person A of your OTP is about to meet person B’s parents for the first time. A has been nervous all day, grooming themselves, trying to make themselves look respectable and worthy of B for their parents.

B comes home in the evening to see how nervous A is, and kisses them and messes up their hair/untucks their shirt/just generally does something to make A look more like A, reassuring them because it was the real A that they fell in love with, and A that they want their parents to meet.

500: Where did they go on their honeymoon?

501: When did they decide to become parents?

502: How many kids do they want/have?

503: Who is the responsible parent?

504: Where do they for their date night?

505: Are they strict parents?

506: Do they go to parent teacher interviews?

507: How do they react to their first child going to kindergarten?

508: Where did they get married?

509: What traditions did they make together?

510: How do they decorate their kids room?

511: What are the family secrets?

512: What type of pet do they own?

513: Where do they take their kids on vacation?

514: “Did you feel him/her/them kick?”

515: “Do you think I’ll be a good mom/dad?”

516: “Babe, wake up. The baby is having a party in here! Give me your hand!”

517: “Hospital! Now!”

518: “Boy or Girl?”

519: “Can we name the baby after me?”

520: “Can you put the crib together?”

521: “Cuddle me now!”

522: “I’m pregnant…”

523: “I hope he/she has your eyes.”

524: “You want to paint the nursery what?!”

525: "So… i have some news.“

526: "Okay I just want to say that, yes, I have gained some weight… But it’s because I’m pregnant.”

527: "Better get your dad jokes ready.“

528: "Right here! Right here’s a foot!”

529: "The little one is quite active today.“

530: "Is that a hand?!”

531: "Maybe you should try reading a book to them?“

532: "Come watch my belly, it’s frickin crazy!”

533: "The top of the baby’s head is about… Here, and a foot is right this way.“

534: "Do you think the baby would be down if I ate some chipotle?”

535: "Coffee isn’t good for you while you’re pregnant or breast feeding, but damn I need some caffeine.“

536: "Watermelon with peanut butter sounds so great right now.”

537: “Honey you’re pregnant, that’s all baby. You look beautiful.”

538: “He/She is up again.”

539: “I’ll get the baby, you go back to sleep.”

540: “So sweet!”

541: “I have found your mini-me.”

542: “Babe!! We are out of formula…again!”

543: “Stop being a baby hog!”

544: “They’re gorgeous!!”

545:“This parent thing is hard!”

546: “You both are precious!”

547: “I love you both so so much!”

548: “Wake up, the baby needs you.”

549: “Momma’s little baby, yes you are.”

550:“Daddy’s little baby, yes you are.”

551: “That’s your son/daughter!”

552: “They are walking!”

553. “I love it when they fall asleep on me.”

554. “She/he keeps crying for you.”

555. “Can I hold them!”

556. “Can I pick their outfit out today?”

557. “Daddy’s little girl/boy.”

558. “Mummy’s little girl/boy.”

559. “She/he is never going to be allowed to date!”

560. “Was that a word?”

561. “This kid is gonna have a better childhood than I did.”

562: “Do you want a bed time story?”

563: “[mama/papa]’s got you.”

564: “Where did you put your blankie this time.”

565: “They have grown so much, it’s hard to believe how little they used to be.”

566: “I want another baby.”

567: “Stomach bug?”

“No, morning sickness.”

568: “You really are your [mother/father]’s child.”

569: Imagine Person A of your OT3 is pregnant and Person B and Person C take turns getting food in the middle of the night when Person A suddenly desires it.

570: “Stop wiggling! I need to get you changed!”

571: “You are perfect, my little [pet name].”

572: “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Uh huh.”

“Come on, get into bed with us, you can sleep in bed with us tonight.”

573: “Take a break. I’ll stay up with them, you need some sleep.”

574: Imagine person A of your OTP telling person B they are pregnant in the form of a baby-themed Christmas ornament.

575: Person A and B are engaged to be married and have decided that they want children in the future but want to wait for a while until after the wedding to try for them. They have a night alone before the big day and forget about it until their honeymoon when Person B is extremely tired the whole time and discovers that they’re expecting on the last day to the surprise of them and Person A.

576: Imagine Person A of your OT5 is pregnant and B, C, D and Person E take turns getting food in the middle of the night when Person A suddenly desires it.

577: Imagine your OT+ arguing about whether tea or coffee is better.

Odd Number Bonus: Person C is a hot cocoa lover.

578: Imagine your OT+ ending up in a hotel room with only one bed.

579: Little one jumping in puddles wearing rain boots.

580: Shopping for nursery furniture for little one.

581: Holding the little one for the first time.

582: Being immensely proud when little one takes their first steps alone.

583: Little one’s first reaction to seeing/feeling snow.

584: Singing nursery rhymes to get little one to sleep.

585: Finger painting with little one.

586: Little one getting food all over their face.

587: Going on a walk together with little one.

588: Picking out little one’s first Halloween costume.

589: Little one’s first birthday.

590: Little one’s first trip to the zoo or aquarium.

591: Showing little one a lightning bug for the first time.

592: Little one pulling on your hair with surprising strength.

593: Helping little one go down a slide at the park.

594: Tickling little one’s chubby thighs until they laugh.

595: Singing songs and rocking little one to sleep.

596: Reading a book with little one on your lap.

597: Having to show little one that the food tastes good by having some too.

598: Little one chasing after bubbles to pop them.

599: Playing peek-a-boo with little one.

600: Little one snuggling with a stuffed animal.

601: Having little one help mix cookie dough.

602: Little one eating a slice of fruit and getting juice all down their chin.

603: Kissing little one where they got hurt to make the pain go away.

604: Little one stripping their clothes and running around in their diaper.

605: Waking up to little one crying out in their sleep.

606: Little one biting everything they can stick in their mouth as they teethe.

607: Little one leaving sticky fingerprints on everything they touch.

608: Having little one help flip pancakes.

609: Giving little one a raspberry on their tummy after changing their diaper.

610: Watching little one go in and out of the kiddie pool.

611: Having little one wear their first formal wear.

612: Little one drifting off to sleep with a smile on their face.

613: Little one settling down after you finally figure out what they need.

614: Choosing little one’s name together.

615: Watching little one attempt to blow the seeds off a dandelion.

616: Little one getting in a laughing kick where everything is funny.

617: The first time little one picks their own outfit.

618: Little one chasing down the pet to rest their head on them and hold them tight.

619: Being unable to stay mad at little one when they give you puppy dog eyes.

620: Whoever let you be responsible for someone so small? Lay awake worrying about this.

621: Bath time gets so splashy you get used to just taking your clothes off.

622: Sending an urgent message to your partner to let them know the baby has laughed.

623: Your child is the most beautiful and precious thing in the world. Lay awake crying about this.

624: Let your child bite you to test their emerging teeth. Gaze upon the resulting tiny half-moon indentation on your skin with bemused adoration.

625: "My clothes look good on you.”

626: “Is that my shirt?”

627: “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

628: Person A will gladly tell you: There is nothing in the world quite so cute as Person B sitting in a rocking chair, holding their baby against their flannel (which Person A had been planning to steal, but this is far sweeter)

629: Imagine your OT5 trying for a baby

630: Person A of your OTP peels the “never loses suction” sticker off of a vacuum and sticks it on Person B’s forehead.

631: Person A keeps thinking Person C shoves them off of the bed intentionally in their sleep, only to realize it’s their dog that jumps onto the bed in the middle of the night, causing B to flail and accidentally shove someone off.

632: "I refuse to have a baby on Christmas."

633: "Please don't leave me."

634: “I don’t give a damn.” “You give so many damns, they’re visible from space.”

635: “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

636: “Can you help me with this zipper?”

637: “I bet you look even better with your clothes off.”

638: “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

639: “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

640: “It seems you forgot to wear any underwear tonight.”

641: “I see you’ve started without me.”

642: “Wanna taste?”

643: “Less talking. More fucking.”

644: "You're really gonna make me beg for it?"

645: “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”

646: “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

647: “You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”

648: “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

649: “Forget the bed. Let’s fuck right here.”

650: “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”

651: “Does this/that feel good?”

652: “Please… Don’t stop.”

653: “Please. I need you. Now.”

654: “You’re bigger than I expected.”

655: “Get on your knees.”

656: “This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

657: “Maybe I’d rather take my time.”

658: “I just wanted a taste.”

659: “Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue?”

660: “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

661: “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

662: “I know all of your weaknesses.”

663: “Hm, no panties?”

664: “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

665: “Angel in the streets, freak in the sheets.”

666: “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

667: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

668: “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.“

669: “You make a sound and it’s game over baby.”

670: "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

671: “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

672: “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”

673: “Fuck, that’s good.”

674: “Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”

675: “How ‘bout you come and help me out, huh?”

676: “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”

677: “The things that I want to do to you, baby.”

678: “Dammit, we made a mess.”

679: “What do you mean not yet? You can’t expect me not to cum when you’re fucking me so good!”

680: “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

681: “Were you dreaming about me again?”

682: “I can’t wait to taste you.”

683: “I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

684: “You have no idea how good you make me feel.”

685: “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

686: “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

687: “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

688: “Don’t give me that look.”

689: “You’re more than just a one night stand.”

690: “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

691: “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

692: “Like what you see?”

693: “We’re in public, you know.”

694: “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

695: “Don't be so rough. There can't be any marks.”

696: “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”

697: “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

698: “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

699: “Make me.”

700: “Stop teasing me so much..”

701: “You’re in trouble now.”

702: “Take off your clothes.”

703: “I’m waiting.”

704: “Mine.”

705: “We cant do that here!”

706: “Behave.”

707: “What did you just say?”

708: “Come here.”

709: “Watch me.”

710: “I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”

711: “If you cant sleep… Then how about we have sex?”

712:“Don’t kink shame me.”

713: “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

714: “I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

715: “Tell me what you want.”

716: “Bite me.”

717: “If you insist.”

718: “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

719: “You’re not, um, wearing anything under that, are you..?”

720: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

721: “You taste like fucking candy.”

722: “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

723: “You make a sound and it's game over.”

724: “Just let me finish this/this level and I swear I'll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

725: “If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week.”

726: “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

727: “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

728: “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..”

729: “Want some help?”

730: “Shut up.”

731: “Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

732: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

733: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

734: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

735: “What? Does that feel good?”

736: “I’m not jealous! It's just… You’re mine!”

737: “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

738: “We have to be quiet.”

739: “Tell me again.”

740: “You have no idea how much I want you.”

741: “Say it.”

742: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

743: “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

744: “I think that's the first time I’ve heard you moan… It was like a fucking melody.”

745: “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

746: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”

747: “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

748: “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”

749: “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That's cute.” 750: “For the love of fuck.”

#Writing prompts

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dented-nado · 6 years ago

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Also, Trinity post battle at the watchtower.

[[ akfjlkas I ended up doing this one first to break it up, and also bc I wanted to try writing some trinity content <3 - so have some after battle trinity where Diana is trying to keep the peace, Bruce has some imposter syndrome symptoms, and Clark really needs some rest. Angst with a good ending <3]]–“Promise you’ll go easy on him Bruce.”

“It was stupid, reckless, he could have died. I’m going tomake sure he knows just how idiotic it was.” Batman bit back, still pacing backand forth despite his own just recently patched up wounds as he and Dianawaited.

In just the other room, Superman was only barely coming to, stillfeeling the throbbing pain from the wounds closing that had only just fully hadany traces of kryptonite removed. Batman felt like punching a wall, breaking something, anything.He was going to let that super-asshole have a piece of his mind, that was for sure. How dare he. Howdare he, the one who was supposed to be invulnerable, bullet proof, scarehim like that.

Batman grit his teeth and finally stopped pacing, trying to forcehimself to breathe outside of angry huffing

.“He was trying to protect you Bruce, he… he knew he had a chance tomake it through, and he has.” Diana bit her lip, wrapping a strand of dark brown hair around her finger, half wanting to chooseher words carefully, half knowing Bruce wouldn’t enjoy being coddled. “But you,if you had been hit…”

“I’m not going to have someone else diebecause of me!” He yelled back just as the door slid open to reveal Supermanlumbering forward to intervene.

“Kal! You shouldn’t be up yet.” Diana chided, rushing to his sideto support his waffling stance.

“What you did was stupid.” Bruce said with a deadpan stare, hiseyes that had briefly scanned over Clark’s body to make sure he was healingwell and going to be okay well hidden beneath the lenses of the cowl. “Theywere counting on you rushing in. They were using me as a trap and you fellfor it.”

Clark’s lips drew into a thin line. “Does it ever occur to you,Bruce? What it would do to me, to us, to the league, to yourfamily if we lost you?”

“You’ll get over it, everyone will recover without me. There’speople that can easily take my place if I died.” Batman stated as if it were asimple fact that someone would read in their first grade textbook. “Batman willexist without me.”

Diana stared at him eyes wide and offended. “How could you saysomething like that? Of course you’d be a huge loss. I�� I we loveyou, and you’d expect us to just ‘get over it’?”

Batman turned his gaze away from them. “Superman is tooimportant for the world to loose.”

Clark took a bold step forward despite the pain and dull sicknessstill coursing through his body that had yet to fully subside, annoyance atBruce trying to lecture him for saving his life starting to slip into anger.

“I’m no more important than you or anyone else!”

“That’s a lie and you know it! Plenty of people can beBatman, only you can be Super…”

“Dammit Bruce!” Clark yelled slamming his hand back against thewall in frustration. “You think I’m important?! You think “batman” can bereplaced easily?”His rage started to pool back into a deep sadness, starting tohave Clark’s previously angered gaze faltering as his mind raced.“You know who can’t be replaced? You. Bruce Wayne. If anyoneknows how painful it is to loose someone you care about, its you. Do you reallywant to do that to your kids? Put them all through loosing anotherparental figure in their lives? Do you want to make Alfred bury another personhe loves? Do you really want tell me I should haveto look down at your dead body, knowing I could have saved you and stillhad a chance at living through it to spend another day with you… and have to watch you be put into theground… and I’m supposed to just get over it?”

Batman stared downwards, still trying to doeverything to look away from Clark and Diana’s gazes. He wanted to ask for Clark’s forgiveness, be the kind person thatwould rush to their side and soothe them. Admit that he had just gotten scared.Scared that he could have died and left everything behind. Scared that he couldhave lost someone else he adored. Instead, he turned away from them.

“All I’m saying, is you should stop letting your personalissues get in the way of the greater good. If this is going to be a reoccurringissue with you… both of you, it may be best to call it off, put somedistance between us.”

Deep down, saying it made him sick, made his stomach turn. He wasbeing stubborn and yet… if he hadn’t let himself get close to them, hadn’tsomehow unknowingly tricked them both into thinking that he was someone worthloving… well then there was one less thing threatening to take people that gavethe world so much hope for the future away. He wanted to vomit, hearing thedead silence that met his statement, neither of them seemed to be breathing,and all Bruce could do was hope his heart would stop feeling like it had justbeen transformed into a 100 pound hunk of metal.

“… You look me and Diana in the eye… and say that again.”

Clark’svoice was cold, but it carried a slight shiver to it, and Bruce immediatelyknew he had to be shaking. Clark shook when he was stressed. He hadn’t known it was something superman didfor ages. It was something you would never notice unless you wereholding him while it was happening. It was a jitter so fast and so slight, not unlike the fast beat of a mouse’s heart, itwas genuinely frightening the first time Bruce had felt Clark’s hand trembleunder his.

“I don’t need to…”

“No. Kal’s right. If that’s how you really feel, what you reallywant… turn around, face us, no mask, and tell us you want to break it off, tellus you’d rather end everything than be with the people who love you.” Dianasaid firmly, words each hitting him in the back like a ton of bricks.

Bruce took a deep resolute breath despite every inch of his body fighting againstitself, he felt like he was being eaten alive from the inside out. Despite thathe slowly turned on his heel, and pulled of the cowl of thebat, and finally looked them both in the eye, opening his mouth, ready to shoothimself in the foot and put the final nail in the coffin.Then he saw them, really saw them. He saw Clark looking athim, last drops of fury clear but beginning to grow watery with tears that hadyet to fall with fear that he wasn’t going to have the man in his life anymore. He saw Diana’s intense firey gaze piercing through him,challenging him on if he was really willing to tell such a massive lie to agoddess of truth.

His words died before even reaching his tongue and absolutely nothing left his mouth, and heclosed it in shame. His fists unclenched slowly as he stared back at them, hisown icy gaze unable to challenge them, not when it held no real intention ofwanting to push them away.

“You don’t mean it, do you?” Diana asked, fire in her eyessimmering down as her voice took on a softer tone.

“…No.” Bruce finally answered truthfully.

He was a fool to think he could lie to them, truly look them in the eye and say that he didn’t want them. He couldn’t do that, not anymore.

Suddenly he was being compressed in Clark’s arms before he couldeven think about saying another word, unable to do anything to protest a softkiss being pressed against his forehead.

“I’m sorry I scared you. But.. you scared me too.” He whispered.

Damn this man for knowing him too well at this rate.

Diana joined Kal in wrapping her arms around Bruce, pressingherself against his back, her long flowing hair lightly brushing the nape ofhis neck as she softly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I knew it. But pleasedearest, for the sake of Kal’s nerves, we need to work on this together.”

Bruce closed his eyes, previous stubbornness and dedication toshut everyone out again -an old formula to prevent more pain, more suffering,despite it always seeming to backfire - now replaced with regret

.“…I know. I… I just… don’t want anyone to suffer because ofme.” He mumbled in response.

“I’ll try to be more careful, I’ll even let you make a plan for if something like that happens again, that we can agree on and let you train me on it withoutgetting annoyed… okay?” Clark offered.

“…fine.”

They all shared a quiet moment as some of the stress shed off thethree of them as they stayed, locked in each other’s arms, both Clark and Diana holding their bat tight.

“Now Kal… you really need to lie back down.” Diana scolded asthey slowly let go of each other.

“Alright, alright…” Clark agreed, admittedly still fatigued andin need of a little more recovery time.

“But only if you two keep me company.”

Diana squeezed Bruce’s hand encouragingly as he slipped the cowlback on.

“Of course.” Batman finally agreed, deciding to let himself bedrawn in just a little closer after trying to fling himself out.

He needed to stay with them as much as they needed him. To remindhimself… even if it was hard for him… that sometimes experiencing love andletting himself be loved, was more than worth the risk of loosing it.

#memorydragon #swb #superwonderbat #dc trinity #prompt fill #dc fanfic #my writing #bruce wayne #clark kent #diana prince #I HOPE THIS WAS OK MEM #I WAS SLEEPY WHILE WRITING IT BUT I REALLY WANTED TO HAvE A SHOT AT IT

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overwatch-does-stuff · 6 years ago

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Overwatch: Rehabilitation- Hanzo

Summary: Sigma has been captured by Overwatch. Hanzo, having only been inducted into the organization a few months ago himself, finds that he is looking into a distorted reflection.

Hanzo wiped the sweat from his brow as he entered the mess hall. It was always his morning routine to work out, get his breakfast, then shower and prepare for the rest of the day. Every day since the day he had arrived here at the Watchpoint a few months ago, that was the way it had been. The breakfast kiosk was automated and open nearly all hours of the day, including this early in the morning. Hanzo approached the kiosk, grabbed a bowl, and hit the button to dispense oatmeal. Like the kiosk, his process was automated. He didn't look at the bowl once. He sat back down at a table near to the door. The oatmeal was too hot to eat right away. He counted the seconds, and just before he counted to zero he whispered a quick and half-hearted thanks to his ancestors for the meal. He'd thank them fully on a day where he actually deserved it. But right now, he simply was. He was good with that- learning to exist again, without the constant thoughts of wanting to die but thinking death was too good for him, had been difficult enough. Some other time, perhaps, he could learn a hint of self-peace to fill his emptiness. Right now the silence was good enough. He stirred his oatmeal and watched the brown ribbon of cinnamon disappear. If it was up to him, he would have ate the oatmeal plain, but the automated kiosk always gave him the additional flavor. He had been annoyed the first few times, but eventually he had decided it wasn't worth caring enough to- "Right in here, luv. This here's the lunchroom. It's got all sorts of yummy stuff. Let's eat, shall we?" Hanzo flinched and dropped his spoon at the sound of Tracer's irritatingly peppy voice. He scowled and dug the spoon handle out of his oatmeal. With silent footsteps, he picked up his bowl and moved to a seat against the wall. With luck, they would walk right past him. Tracer blinked out into the center of the room. She paused and gave her eyes a tired rub, before glancing behind her. Hanzo was aware that Overwatch had recently captured a Talon special operative, but did not expect to see said operative float in after her. The man, he was called Sigma, correct?- also looked tired, but in a different way. His face was pale and his expression was otherwise blank. Hanzo felt like he was looking into a mirror. He averted his eyes away before a shudder could go through him. Tracer approached the breakfast kiosk. She began reading off its many buttons. "See here, we've got waffles, pancakes, eggs, sausage, oatmeal. . ." "I'm not hungry." Sigma drifted forwards to the center of the room before stopping. His body stayed perfectly still. "Well, I'm going to get myself some waffles. They might not be from home, but the strawberry syrup here is pretty good." Tracer pinned a smile on her face again before turning back to the kiosk. She began hitting the series of buttons for Belgian waffles. The room was silent except for the sound of the kiosk pouring waffle batter. Tracer looked back to Sigma, shifting her gaze presumably to try and catch his eye. "Aw, c'mon luv. You should really eat. You don't want to miss it." She now purposefully made a sad face. Tracer was always very animated in her movements, but she was usually more genuine in emotion as well. Something was wrong here. Hanzo finished the last bite of his oatmeal, but decided to stay still. "I think I will try it some other time." Sigma said quietly in response. "I'm not hungry." The kiosk dinged. A plate of steaming mini-waffles slid out on a tray. Tracer didn't take it. "Siebren, please. You need to eat." "No, I don't," he looked away. "Yes, you do." Tracer's tone dropped. "I haven't been good," he shook his head. "Please," her voice was the quietest Hanzo had ever heard her speak. "It's been days. You need to." Once more, Sigma shook his head. "I don't deserve to." Hanzo's breath caught in his throat at the words. Tracer blinked forward and grabbed Sigma's hand. "Yes, you do. You deserve it! Just because you've been a little out of it every once in a while doesn't mean you need to starve yourself. Please." "It's not that!" Sigma snapped, pulling his hand away. He jerked himself backwards, out of her reach. "Then what is it?" She took a cautious step forward. He clenched his fists, before turning away and clutching his shaking head. "You know what I've done. You know what I've done! I don't deserve your kindness, I don't deserve anything!" Deserve, deserve, deserve. It had taken Hanzo ages to rid those kinds of phrases from the voices his own head. Hearing them again, spoken out loud, made his chest tighten. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, but the feeling did not fade. He opened his eyes again. He stood, picked up his bowl, and then stepped out into the path from the door to the kiosk. Both Tracer and Sigma turned to him, confusion evident on both their faces. "Hanzo, luv, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, we're sorry to disturb you-" Tracer stumbled over her words. "Enough!" Sigma interrupted and turned back to her. "We're done here. I'm going back to my stabilization chamber." Hanzo stepped in front of him. "No." "N-no?" Sigma looked at him. "No." Hanzo repeated. He took another step forward. "You need to eat." Sigma's tone grew cold again. "This doesn't concern you. If you would, please, get out of my way." Hanzo wanted to kick himself. Of course such simple pleading would not persuade the stubbornness of someone with nothing to live for! It didn't work on himself, after all, when he had first come here to the Watchpoint. He needed something stronger. He let all of the fanciful words he had heard from others about self-worth and forgiveness slip away until all that was left was the truth. The truth as he knew it, at least. Hanzo took a deep breath. "If you don't keep yourself alive, then who is there to feel remorse for your actions?" Sigma visibly flinched. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked away, and his gaze grew glossy and distant. Tracer's mouth fell open and she immediately blinked beside Hanzo. She whispered in his ear. "What the bloody hell? Why would you say something like that?! That's only going to make him feel more upset-!" Hanzo shoved her away from his side. She stumbled but managed to catch herself on a nearby table before she could hit the ground. Sigma did not react to the noise. He trembled in the air, clasping and unclasping his hands. "Well, Sigma?" Hanzo asked to him. In response to his name, Sigma straightened his posture. "You're right, death is too good for me." "Then you should eat," he replied. "No!" Sigma threw his hands down. "I don't deserve the luxury of food. Whenever I next faint, the nurses can just inject the nutrients. I'll still be alive that way." "If you do that, your body will grow sickly." Hanzo tensed his own muscles. "You cannot do anything to atone for what you've done in such a state." Sigma lowered his head, and as he did so, lowered in the air as well. "How could I ever atone? I've hurt so many people. . ." "For the sake of those you have hurt, and for the sake of your own soul, you must try. I ran from my own mistakes for far too long before I learned that." Hanzo clasped his hands together to hide his own shake. Sigma lifted his head and their gazes met. They stared into each other. Hanzo was not sure what look his own eyes held, but Sigma's eyes betrayed a familiar mess of guilt and confusion that was palpable. An eternity passed before they looked away from each other again. Hanzo held out his empty bowl. Sigma, after a brief hesitation, took it. "The oatmeal is the most bland and tasteless. Let me show you how to get it." Hanzo walked past him to the kiosk. Sigma floated up behind him and set the bowl down on the kiosk. For the second time that morning, Hanzo repeated his routine. The bowl was filled with steaming oatmeal again. Hanzo reached over and grabbed a fresh spoon. He stuck it in the bowl and picked the bowl up, turning it and handing it back to Sigma, who received it wordlessly. "It will need a minute to cool. If you sit by the wall next to the door, people won't see you if they come in." Hanzo gestured to where he had been sitting earlier. "Why are you being so kind to me?" Sigma asked. Those words, those had been Hanzo's first words to his brother when he had first arrived here at the Watchpoint. Why had everyone been so kind? He didn't deserve it. Their treatment of him had bothered him for weeks, before he had eventually just learned to accept it. The question still baffled him, but now. . . Perhaps he didn't have the answer in words, but he was beginning to think that he understood it. "You're here now, are you not?" Hanzo said simply. Sigma did not reply. After a few shy looks, he turned and floated over to the set of seats against the wall. Hanzo stayed put and watched. Tracer blinked on over next to where Sigma went and sat down across the table from him. To Hanzo's surprise, she stayed silent. The entire room was still, except for the subtle motions of Sigma eating his oatmeal. Hanzo walked to the door of the mess hall and pushed out into the hallway. He walked down the corridors of the Watchpoint to the showers, once again on his usual autopilot. Once he was in the private confines of the shower, however, he prayed to his ancestors, asking for the strength and ability to help Sigma in any way he could the next time they were to meet.

#overwatch #sigma #siebren de kuiper #rehabilitation!sigma #hanzo #hanzo shimada #overwatch fanfiction #mid-redemption hanzo is my favorite way to write him- he's outrun his demons #but they aren't too far behind #this fic is part of my rehabilitation series #and takes place after 'tracer' and 'winston'#though order is not too important

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whiskehorange · 6 years ago

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Pinhead: Chapters 1-3

I want to give a quick thank you to @wronggwayy, my editor and @tinalbion who read this over a while ago and pushing me to post and do asks! I really should thank her for everything you guys see on this page but, that’s for another post! Enjoy!

How You Met/Left

You know, you learned not to question it. Nothing ever good came from questioning it. You didn’t have the answer and you didn’t expect anyone else to, so why bother?

Frankly, you didn’t even mind feeling this way, you didn’t intend to use it for any bad purposes, yet. This wasn’t a phase you would hit when you were 12 and wanted attention of your parents and the other kids around you, you actually felt this way.

Be bad or not, you just didn’t know. And that wasn’t bad, right?

Either way, you would soon grow to crave the excitement and buzz it made your stomach feel. Your own sort of high.

~~~

Your abnormal, off-the-wall sense of humor was able to cover up your underlying masochism. The feeling of being the reason of someone laughter, the reason behind their smile, was what really made you happy.

As much as you wanted to obscure your own thoughts in pain and torment, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it to other people. Who were you to know if they enjoyed it like you did?

So, you kept it safe, and decided to make people feel the ‘normal’ good. Laughing gave you the balance in your mind; feeling satisfied about the agony, content from the laughing.

Some of your friends were masochists, which made sense why you hung out with them, but they only ever really got off on hitting others as well, so, you were the lone masochist of the group.

~~~

Your friends had convinced you to come to Mexico with them during Sophomore year of high school with one of their older siblings. He too was like you guys, but… more... out there.

Now, you had your fair share of piercings and a few tattoos but… but he was something else.

With you being considered the ballsiest of the group at the time, being around the green mohawked, tattooed, body modified clown who was also towering over you in height, you felt like a small bug. His name was Tripp and if that wasn’t sketchy enough then consider yourself an edge-lord.

~~~

It was a long trip, coming from New York. You particularly didn’t want to go with them not only because of the vibe that Tripp gave off, but because you don't necessarily like going places with them or with anyone, for that matter.

Yeah, you were all fucking crazy, rowdy, and loud, but they didn’t really know how to control themselves around other people, let alone in public.

You don’t really go up to someone or a group of people and just start fucking around with them when they don't want to be bothered, especially high class people.

Going out every once in a while was nice though, right? Even if it’s in some guy named Tripp with his younger sister and her sadomasochist friends to Mexico.

So maybe it didn’t sound all too pleasing but you just wanted to go somewhere different, and now was your chance and you were gonna take it.

~~~

Thirty-three hours of not-so-good doings and two days of driving was also worth it. The hotel’s shitty, waffle house parking lot vacancies wasn’t but you did have fun going to a few clubs and bars getting drunk on the way.

After finally making it to El Paso, it was another hour or so to get to this high end hotel that Tripp had gotten through some guy he knew in Nevada. Again, sketchy, but not the worse thing that could have happened.

“How the fuck did you afford this place, T? Mom and dad sure as hell didn’t pay for it,” Amanda said, Tripp’s younger sister.

“Shut it shortstack, I got it covered,” Tripp said, his voice monotone and cold.

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “That guy in Nevada probably set us up for a murderer to pick us off one by one and gut us like a fish. Maybe eat us too, like Hannibal.” Amanda lowered her voice and grabbed onto your arm, giggling.

“Oh shut the fuck up for Christ sake Amy, I got it,” Tripp spat. His voice was terrifying.

“Guys… people are staring, shut up goddamnit,” You murmured as most of the lobby’s eyes were on the group of tattooed, dyed hair, black shirts and ripped skinny jean wearing punks that you called your friends.

“Let ‘em look honey, Let ‘em look!” Amanda yelled and made a “v” sign on her mouth with her fingers and stuck her tongue out.

“Amy!” You punched her in the arm and sneered. The eyes of everyone else made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Ooh hit me again.” Her eyebrows bounced up and down, in a playful manner.

“No asshole, now move.” You spat, pushing past her.

~~~

Your rooms were on the 12th floor, near the end of the hallway away from the other rooms. The posse entered the room and within 10 minutes, the place was trashed and two of your friends were shitfaced, not surprising.

Tripp was nowhere to be seen and Amanda was asleep in the downstairs bedroom. Unpacking a few of your things you notice how big every room really was, like a whole house. It had an upstairs with two bedrooms while downstairs had one bedroom with an enormous kitchen, living room, bathroom and balcony that looked over the ocean.

The upstairs also had its own bathroom and even a smaller office area to accompany the bedrooms.

You shared a room upstairs with Niko, the closest friend of yours in the group, who at the moment was currently shitfaced downstairs talking about raccoons. Argo got the bedroom downstairs with Amanda while Tripp got the second biggest bedroom upstairs.

You checked out the bathroom upstairs first, it was the biggest one. Furnished marble flooring with a large vanity and sink, a jacuzzi tub and a glass shower right next to it.

The window placed right above the tub seemed a bit out of place, but the moonlight lit up the bathroom so well; Dreamlike, really.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you see Tripp standing in the doorway, just staring at you.

“Oh, hey Tripp, sorry did you need to use the bathroom?” You said, startled at first.

Nothing.

“I was just looking in here at the beautiful floors and view,” Your hand gestured to the sink and window.

Still nothing.

“Well… If you need to use the bathroom I can go...” You swallowed, not know what else to say as you rocked on your heels, your thumb pointing outwards towards the door.

“It’s nice. Spacious.” He finally said. His voice never had any emotion in it.

“Hah, yeah,” You smiled. You noticed he had something in his hand.

“Don’t tell Amy I said this but, I didn’t really get this place in from a guy in Nevada.” Tripp took a step closer.

“Oh, okay.” You cut your eyes for a second. Did it really matter? As long as no one died it was fine.

“I got it as a deal.”

“Ok-”

“None of them would believe me, but maybe you would. You seem level headed enough to do this for me,” He brought what he was holding up to your face, “I need you to open this.”

You just looked at him, then at the trinket in his hand. He had never spoken this much, let alone to you.

“What is th-”

“Doesn’t Matter. Open it,” He pushed the box to your face again as you slowly took it.

It was very light although it looked like it was made from almost solid gold. Each side had a different pattern on it, each intricate in its own way.

“Open it,” He scoffed.

“Why?”

“Just do it. Now.” His voice was demanding and rough.

You flipped the box over in your hands a few times as you traced the middle of the box with your thumb in a circular motion hesitantly, but it was almost like you needed to do it. Your finger naturally went in its motion without your brain’s approval.

As soon as you did, the top of the box slid up and turned to the side and back down, almost like a Rubik’s cube solving itself.

The box seemed to be getting heavier as you looked up at Tripp, though it wasn’t Tripp anymore. You weren’t even in the bathroom anymore. You had drank a bit but not enough to be hallucinating for Christ’s sake. Alcohol doesn’t even do that… does it?

The room changed at once.

It seemed to be dark and black, no doors or anything, just straight, long corridors. Pillars in various parts of the room had meathook like chains draped across them with body parts hooked on them.

Silver, bloodied chains hung from the ceiling, and they were long enough to the point where you couldn't walk without hitting at least three.

You felt like you should be scared, but you weren’t. You felt… confused, but mostly intrigued. Yeah, it was fucking scary, but not scream or cry worthy, for you at least.

Looking back down at the box you blinked hard, trying to somehow wake up. You looked back up again and you’re still in the same spot, same room.

“What the fuck did I drink?” You said to nothing.

“You did not drink anything.” A rather rich, deep, raspy voice called out from the darkness.

“Oh. I didn’t think so.” The words rolled off of your tongue.

The disembodied voice spoke once again, “You opened the box.”

“Lament Configuration, you mean.”

Maybe correcting something that seemed to have a… higher power wasn’t the best idea but, fuck it.

A deep chuckle emitted from the voice “Yes, it would appear as though you have corrected me.”

“Hey! I had her open the box, now spare me god dammit!” You look back to see Tripp rushing up behind you, “She opened the box, and you made a deal fucker!”

You look back as a figure steps forward. He was slim but toned, in an all black sort of robe with slits missing on the chest and down the center of his stomach, which you could also assume was blood from gashes in his chest. Apart from him being deathly pale, his head was covered in small nails; pins, for a better use of words.

As you studied him another figure walked up from behind him, then another, and another. Each had on a similar black robe on, but different in their own way.

One seemed to be morbidly obese with a pair of thick round goggles almost embedded into his face. The other had no eyes, that could be seen, as his mouth was pulled open by hooked wires that connected from behind his head. His teeth would constantly chatter, loud enough for you to hear if it was completely silent.

The last seemed to be a female with no hair and also deathly pale. At this point their skin was actually white and their lips and facial features were tinted blue. She had two wires protruding out of cheeks that connected to the skin on her throat. The skin was being pulled back as the red muscles and tendons were being exposed, beating and convulsing. Still, none of them seemed to be actually bleeding.

“Jesus Christ…” Was all you managed to spit out.

“Not quite,” the man, or thing said.

“I held up my end of the deal! I brought you four sacrifices all the way from New fucking York to spare myself and you’re supposed to kill her for Christ’s sake!” Tripp hissed.

“Do I look like someone who cares what God thinks?” The man with pins bellowed, his attention snapping back towards Tripp.

At this point you felt about fifty different emotions at once. It was like being at a friends house and having that friend and their parent argue, and all you can do is stand there and wonder why you came or what you could possibly do.

Who are they? Where are we? What deal did Tripp make? Sacrifices?

“It is not hands that call us… it is desire.” All figures moved their attention to Tripp. You just assumed the guy with the pins in his head as the leader, as he walked over to Tripp and just stared at him.

“The last time you were here we made no deal. You, out of human compulsory, pleaded for my Cenobites and I to spare you. Hell hath no deals, Tripp. Your flesh is what we desire, not your soul. Your flesh and pain gives us a drive of what you humans experience with substances like cocaine, or heroin, yet at a much greater altitude, or high as you might call it. You know what it feels like to be in a high, don’t you Tripp?”

“What the hell man, you’re…. You’re evil! Pinhead, you evil bastard!” Tripp yelled out harshly, pointing and swinging towards Pinhead.

“Ahah, oh how uncomfortable that word must feel on your lips; evil, good. There is no evil, there is no good, there is only flesh. The patterns to which we submitted.” Pinhead chuckled, almost mockingly.

Before he could reach Pinhead he stopped dead in his tracks, blood oozing from his mouth. A chain had cut through the air from the darkness behind him and burrowed itself right into his chest.

Four others from the sides tore the skin from his face and his palms before dragging him into the darkness.

They turned back to you, as all you could do was look back and sort of sickly smile. The feeling that rushed through your nerves when watching Tripp’s skin being lacerated and torn apart gave you a warm feeling inside.

You almost wanted to ask if you could have done it, but small tears streamed down your face. Not so sadness, but of…. of….

“Aw, no tears please. It’s a waste of good suffering.” Pinhead focused his attention you now.

“As…. as a matter of fact I’m not actually sad? This… rush I am feeling, to seeing whatever the fuck you just did you Tripp is immeasurable, I- I would have loved to have done that myself.” You grinned, thinking about the pain of Tripp, or the pain Pinhead might have caused you.

You raised your fingers to your mouth in bewilderment. Maybe you had more in common with your (ex) friends than you thought.

“Oh, you suffer beautifully,” Pinhead laughed, “Just what type of rush do you feel? Pain? Sorrow? Sweet agony? Or something...more…?”

“To be honest with you, Pinhead, I’m assuming, all of it, and more. Oh so much more. Not just thinking of the pain that could have been done to me, but wanting, no needing, to experience the euphoria of hurting him and ripping his flesh makes me go into a state of bliss and exhilaration.”

You grinned once more, rambling about your endless, needy thoughts.

“I too can smell the exquisite stench of what you really are.”

“I just have one problem,” You looked down and laughed, “I don’t have a ride back to New York….”

Reuniting

Remembering Mexico made you smile.

Yeah, Amanda, Niko, Tripp and Argo ‘disappeared’, but the feeling of indulgence to be able to have ripped them apart yourself was priceless.

Now, considering that it had been five years, you were much more sharply dressed and well mannered. You praised the day that you would find the Lament Configuration once more, you had only seen Pinhead, or Elliot as he had you call him, twice after being in Mexico.

Your bond had grown stronger as he subjected you to the sights of hell. Still that was about four years ago before someone stole the box when they had broken into your apartment back in New York.

You had a well settled down life now, while still being a sadomasochist, just very well controlling of it, but you still made people laugh with your out-of-the-blue comments.

Now, a typical business woman with her black and white blouse, black pencil skirt with black heels, hair in a neat ponytail and little to no makeup (which wasn't needed in your case) you headed home only to have a package laying front of your apartment door, untouched.

How no one in your halls had stolen it you will never know, but you pick it up and headed inside.

You had gotten the money from Tripp and Amanda's parents a while back. You played the victim role quiet well when you made it back to New York, enough to where the adults had given you thousands upon thousands of dollars of pity money.

Once you bought the expensive, luxurious apartment you call home, it was only broken into once, before you got the security alarm installed.

The only thing that bothered you was that the box was taken, fuck the TV, or the Rolex, but the fucking box. You were pissed and demanded the police to find the intruder and your things, in return for a very large cash reward.

You walked into your office with the package in your hand and sat at your desk, turning your chair to face the magnificent windows that stretched from ceiling to floor overlooking the city. Being on the 23rd floor was a major plus. You would kill for this view any day of the week, but now it was in the palm of your hand.

You looked at the small yellow envelope that had “Sorry” scrawled on the side. Tilting your head you opened it and pulled out a small letter,

I don’t know why the fuck you would keep a thing like that in your house but fucking keep it and never let anyone touch it ~X

You pulled out the object as it fell into your lap. It was your box, with droplets of blood on the sides, dripping onto your black skirt.

“Oh Elliot,” you chuckled, “You’re so impatient.”

Deciding To Stay

A few weeks before you received your box, as Pinhead called it, you saw multiple accounts of mass murders or suicides that linked to the box. It was always found at the scene, but no one could get ahold of it before it would disappear.

I have to get rid of this.

The thought only stayed in your mind for a second before you pushed it away immediately.

I can't get rid of it. I just got it back and now Elliot and I will be able to talk again.

That’s ridiculous, if the police find that in your apartment, you'll be in jail!

No, I can hide it.

Where?

I don’t know.

I’ll find somewhere.

You went back in forth for a while, deciding on weather to open it or not. Ninety-five percent of you wanted to, but the other five percent, the I’ve-got-my-feet-on-the-ground-finally voice told you it wasn’t worth it. You would always be the fucked up person you were when you were a teen, you were just more physically appealing now.

You mentally slapped yourself. This time, not to make you focus, but to get the voice to simmer down for a second so you could think

Fuck it.

You opened the box anyways.

At first nothing happened, but it didn’t take too long until the room around you faded into the all too familiar blackened and damn corridors that you saw that night in Mexico. The skyhigh city apartment you sat in was now gone and you stood in your second home, the hooks dangling and clanging together oh so slightly.

You couldn’t help but think of the blood on the chains and hooks to be that of Amanda’s. The warm feeling in your stomach made you almost moan out. You last time you felt that was when you were a teen, ripping your friends to bits and pieces.

Almost shameful really, you put your fingers to your mouth modestly and took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

“Back once more, Princess?”

It was Pinhead. His voice just as rich and deep as before.

You spun around, the bubbling in your stomach from pure pleasure make you gasp out as you locked eyes.

“Elliot!” He had only ever let you call him Elliot. Anyone else would have endured such an excruciating pain that even his fellow Cenobites would wince and look away.

Pinhead grinned at you, looking as smug as ever. You eyed him. His deathly pale skin, his leather attire and most importantly pins that have never looked any better to you. It had been so long, you couldn’t hold in any of the excitement you felt for him.

Like a kid at a candy shop, you bounced on your feet for a few, but composed yourself quickly. The teen showing through made Pinhead chuckle; he had always like that side of you. But seeing you now, the more elegant and composed, professional really, side of you was much better.

With his arms spread slightly, he embraced you in a small but meaningful hug, one you’d never thought you’d have the chance to experience again in your life.

“So, hows…. Hell?” “Hell is more… ordered since your time, Princess. And much less… amusing”

“Oh, it’s because I haven’t been around huh?” You joked. You had a way with being able to make Pinhead laugh, or smile at least with your humor.

The hooks in your hands felt as cold as ice, the dried blood leaving a rusty copper color on your hands, something you were familiar with. It brought back memories, ones you forgot you had until now. You were genuinely happy now. The box was in your hands, Elliot was by your side, nothing could stop you.

“You’ve been away too long Princess,” Elliot continued.

“Yeah, I have, haven’t I?” A smirk ever so slightly creeping onto your face, the hook still digging into your hand, the blood still marking and leaving their traces of someone else on you.

Elliot, now behind you, placed his cold, lifeless hand on the small of your back. You both looking down a corridor where light seemed to manifest and convulse in colors or white, yellow and that light tint of blue you sometimes see when you close your eyes just a but too hard. That of course, was the corridor where the Leviathan reigned.

Your fingers twitched, as so did he hooks around you. You missed the power you had in this realm. Your body ached every moment you where in the real world, not being able to hold the configuration in your hands, to not hold Elliot in your sight. But you were home now, where you had the power alongside him.

A deep breath puffed your chest as the chains curled and moved as your hands did,

“Way too long…”

#pinhead #pinhead x reader #hellraiser #slasher #slasher x reader #horror

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danielxrk · 5 years ago

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✞ IN THE SUSPENSION * FIND ME THERE

he calls haknyeon first.

it’s a proper celebration, and a reminder why he’s his best friend. on the phone with him, he can forget about the difficult side of this news. he can forget about all of the people he’ll effectively be leaving behind, and just focus on the fact that finally, he got what he wanted: for one of the entertainment companies that turned him down twice on live television to finally want him.

in the past, he would’ve waffled. he would’ve held that contract in his hands and wondered if it was worth the sacrifice. but my band, but my friends, but my parents. now, all that remains is the second, and they’re all people he knows will understand the decision he already knows he’ll make. even daniel in all of his usual optimism can’t deny this will be painful, though: the loss of time with the people he loves and the hours of dance practice he’s set himself up for.

somehow, it seems like it’ll be worth it, and next, he texts the reason he believes it’s so, because woojin doesn’t seem like the type for phone calls, and daniel isn’t the type for phonecalls with woojin. he doesn’t know what to say, but with woojin, he knows he doesn’t need any padding or beating around the bush. it’s why he settles on a simple “hey, i got in.” there’s one more important detail he needs to add, though: “ i’m not signing until i release all of my music that i want to, though.”

that’s the plan. if there’s anything he learned from the aftermath of the mgas, it’s that companies don’t want you uploading anything that suggests you have a mind of your own, and daniel’s music is too important to him to keep locked in a vault, never to see the light of day. he’ll write more in sphere, certainly, but it'll be different, and he knows. he has so much ready now that just hasn't made it to his soundcloud or youtube. that changes today, and maybe tomorrow if he needs it, and maybe the day after that--

next, he calls songhee. he breaks the news to her, and he knows her well enough to detect her forced happiness. he doesn't blame her, and there's no use in him acknowledging it or dwelling on it. she tries to be happy for him, and he's grateful for that much. "hey, so...do you have time to record our song?

⊰ ✞ CACTUS IN THE VALLEY ; written, composed and sang by daniel & songhee ☇ if my yesterday is a disgrace, tell me that you still recall my name ⊱

here's an original song, and the first of a few you'll see over the course of the weekend! thank you to songhee for writing and singing this with me, and playing it with me the past few weeks, and to sophie for helping learn the cello.

this song grew really close to my heart while we recorded it, and i hope you like it even if it's a little different from what you're used to.

matthew 18:12

before the end of the mgas, he prayed. he prayed for everything to happen as it should, but somehow, only had two options in mind: empty enigma stays together, or he gets a contract. of course, neither of those things happened in the end. after all the pain, daniel can understand why. daniel's job as a christian is supposed to be to reflect jesus, and cameo didn't really do that, aside from one song that made it on their album. this way, he didn't have to worry about how to glorify him as a trainee, because he wasn't one.

now, he's still not really sure how god's plan or mission or what have you will benefit from him signing to sphere, but there's not that possibility of turning down a contract anymore. as always, god knew what he was doing.

in that prayer before the finale, he said that he would write a ton of songs about him, regardless of what happened. he hasn't done as good of a job at that as he should've, but at least there's this.

daniel and songhee wrote cactus in the valley together after the green ribbon festival. they decided after their performance there that they made a pretty good duo, and decided to make it official-- or semi-official. if they lasted longer, maybe they would've come up with a name. they got so far as writing a song together and playing shows every weekend, and it sated something in daniel's soul-- an unaddressed unrest dwelling there following the mgas and empty enigma's demise. they wrote it as an acoustic arrangement, with songhee on the piano, and daniel on the cello-- a relatively new instrument for him, basics learned thanks to sophie and polished now for the sake of an original version that would never make it to the stage because daniel's cello skills weren't that good.

on stage, it's different-- songhee with a guitar and daniel on bass, mainly because it would be hard for daniel to sing while on cello, aside from the fact that he plays instruments he still isn't entirely comfortable with better with several takes. live, he doesn't have that luxury. in the recording studio, however, it's different, and he hopes people won't be disappointed by the song in its original form.

(he thinks both the cello and piano are beautiful, and he's glad he took the challenge of writing a song for them. he wants to get better.)

songhee sings the second verse, and one of his favorite lines of the song, and one he can only aspire to: if this whole world goes up in arms all i do is can stand, and i won't fight for anyone until you move my hand.

ultimately, it's a song about god. it's about all of daniel's struggles to stand and all of his drifting-- all of his attempts to survive on his own and his world crashing down. it's all of the change, and the fact that that's not god, and there is a consistency that he never realized before, or never relied on. there's a love he'll always have and that he too often takes for granted, and the least he can do is write this song and release it to anyone that will listen. it's up to them how to interpret it, but for daniel, it is a i'm sorry you always need to remind me how much you love me, but thank you. i know i'll never deserve it, but i get it anyway.

⊰ ✞ AUTOMATIC ; lyrics by yuzu, composed and sung by daniel ☇ i'm lost, out of place, i'm hooked on every single word you say ⊱

these lyrics were written by choi yena! i had a demo of this instrumental not so long after the mgas, and she had lyrics already written that ended up matching to it well. a little bit of rehashing the instrumental (or a lot) and here it is! enjoy ^_^

automatic is a little experimental for him. it's a step out of his comfort zone of band-oriented or acoustic sound, with a little more touch of pop and edm. of course, he wrote in a heavy bass line too, and it drives the entire song. it's what he wrote it all around, too.

he hasn't uploaded the song yet because he sang it, then mastered it, and hated how it turned out. he didn't even bother to share it with yuzu, and instead, left it to rot to eventually return to with a refreshed mind and different perspective. it was neglected in favor of other unfinished songs that his fans may never hear, so he dusts automatic off because it's near finished, and he'd be doing yuzu a disservice to not release the song they wrote together.

he goes back to the studio, and plays more with the instrumental, stripping it down to just the bass line again, seeing what it'll sound like if he starts over.

he thinks the lyrics are something most people can relate to. it's the attraction to a person when the relationship may be ending, or when it's already over-- the lack of direction without them, and why they still want to follow them. daniel didn't ask yuzu what she wrote the song about. he could assume enough, and for daniel, the meanings behind songs were always personal. when he wrote lyrics for his songs on his own, he didn't even share the meanings of some of them with empty enigma, and they were (still are) his closest friends.

plus, these lyrics are pretty straightforward.

he overhauls the instrumental, and feels a little guilty because it'll sound so different from what yuzu heard from him before. it's probably better like this though: an instrumental built around the lyrics instead of two separate pieces coming together. he likes it better.

"finally have automatic mastered. check it out and see what you think. it ended up pretty different '^^" he sends in a message, song file attached.

yuzu shares her liking of it with great enthusiasm, and daniel is relieved. he uploads it with satisfaction in finally having a finished product.

⊰ ✞ SUSPENSION ; written, composed and sung by daniel ☇ this sky feeling i get when you're near, i'd give up gravity to feel ⊱

here's another original, and this one's all mine. i wrote it a while ago, actually, but i think now is the perfect time for it to find its way to you.

suspension still feels too personal to upload, but that's precisely why he needs to. it's an important song to him-- too much so to keep to himself.

he wrote suspension in the week following empty enigma's final show, when sungwoon ran off to japan. it was what he did instead of getting mad, and to cope with the ridiculous feeling of how much he missed him, and wished he was with him. it was what he did while waiting for him to come home so he could tell him how much he loved him (and in the end, he still couldn't wait until then.)

he's held back from posting it anywhere because he's embarrassed. sometimes, it's still hard to admit he even has these feelings, and he thinks it would be for anyone. he's only been writing songs for a year and a half, and he never wrote a song for someone before. then again, suspension isn't for sungwoon-- it's about him, but it's for daniel. it's not the first song he wrote about sungwoon either, but this one feels different. maybe it's because it's the first song he wrote about sungwoon knowing he loves him.

he hasn't even played it for anyone else, he's so self-conscious of it. it's not because he thinks the lyrics or melody are bad, just because...it's a part of his heart that he hasn't shared with anyone. it's a look into him that he doesn't show. kenta knows the guitar part; he played it for him when he got home from training one day to daniel camped out on their sofa, playing through chords. minhyun probably caught a lot of it from daniel singing over the lyrics absently.

soon, everyone will know it. he tries to steel himself in advance, but he knows he'll always be a little nervous.

it's just him and his acoustic guitar in the studio for this one, recording it for the first time despite the months it's been completed, and there's something cathartic about finally doing it.

now, knowing he'll become a trainee and feel so distant from his previous life, it hits a little closer to home. daniel didn't know it was possible.

there is so much more he wants to do. there's a panic-- a preemptive mourning of all the songs no one will ever hear. surely there's more he can finish up and upload without taking too long. there comes a point where he'll feel like he's taking advantage of baek jiyoung's grace in offering him a contract for his own self-serving reasons.

he can't help but think of all of those empty enigma songs that didn't make between fear and faith-- the other 30 he wrote in preparation for it. they talked of polishing them and including some on their next album, and some of them he doesn't like anymore, but others...losing empty enigma was painful enough, but so was losing all of their unreleased songs to the void of their main composers becoming trainees with contracts that forbade the release of original music.

there's one song in particular: daniel's favorite song he wrote in the build up to between fear and faith, actually. it's the one he had his mind set on to perform if the mga finale had solo rounds. how can he not share it on his youtube and soundcloud if he was willing to perform it in front of a live audience, on live television?

the only problem: kenta and woojin helped him compose this song.

⊰ ✞ NO ORDINARY LOVE ; written, composed and sung by daniel ☇ come back to me love, i forgive you, oh how i've missed you ⊱

i originally wrote this to be on the between fear and faith album, but we ultimately decided other songs fit better. it's still one of my favorites i've ever written, and since you won't get to hear it on an album, why not hear it like this? it's different than it would be played by an awesome band, but i did my best. this is a cameo only zone.

he does the natural thing, and pulls a vanilla ice, slightly altering the song's composition just enough that it isn't quite the same song anymore, but could be accused of plagiarism. he would say it wouldn't matter, he could just upload it even though kenta and woojin took part in writing it, but he now knows sphere watches his youtube channel, and he doesn't want to risk it.

so he reigns things in, changes the screaming originally written in for a rap, and without woojin to record a drum part, it's already essentially a different song. daniel can barely play the drums at all, let alone to woojin's level, so he doesn't even bother, and leaves that to his trusty drum machine to do the best work of its life. the rest, however, daniel can do: bass part, two guitar parts, vocals. squall who?

more than an empty enigma song, it's another song about god. he wrote this one significantly earlier than cactus in the valley, of course-- not so long after he moved out of his mom's house and into his own apartment, when he started growing into his own skin and his own person for the first time. away from her, he could finally disassociate church from her iron fist and constant criticisms. until then, he thought god saw him the same way: as someone that always fell short, disappointing, worthy of endless rebuke, impatient and unforgiving.

he learned better, and it was an eye-opening and...emotional process for him. he wrote no ordinary love about that process, and what he discovered: god waited for him to come to him, and greeted him with love and mercy even though it took him so long to, and to mean it. he didn't deserve it, but he got it anyway.

this feels like the perfect ending to daniel the singer-songwriter online. it's a callback to empty enigma, and a song for god after he told him he would write more about him. he started on one and he'll end on one, and maybe it's this song that is the truest reflection of his heart.

it's then, putting the final finishing touches up on the recording, that he realizes this is the real end of cameo. he doubts sphere will want him to return, and it's bittersweet, because with this, he realizes, like he did in his sphere audition, that he doesn't need him anymore. he doesn't have to create a cooler alter ego-- doesn't need to create a separate identity to enjoy music or be able to perform. he doesn't need to pretend to be someone he isn't to be liked; he doesn't need him to be brave and to be bold. maybe daniel has learned to take all of those qualities for himself without hanging onto a mask.

it's still hard to let go. when he finishes, and starts the upload, his chest feels tight and his heart is in his throat. empty enigma was over before, but somehow, knowing he's about to sign a sphere contract makes it realer than ever.

with the song he's releasing, a moment like this calls for prayer, however quick it may be. thank you. i wouldn't be me without them, and without cameo, and i finally like who that is. because of them, and because of you, i'm finally ready to face whatever comes next.

NOTES:

* all songs in korean; reference songs are only references ** songs are all uploaded to both youtube and soundcloud (un: kameo), sometimes with a live version on youtube and studio version on soundcloud, and that’s how everything he uploads goes

#;solo #;suspension #haknyeonrk #rksonghee #yuzurk #rkxsungwoon #rkpwj #rkkenta #rkminhyun #( * i'm sorry i didn't realize it was 9 please forgive me )#;yt

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thong-in-the-twist · 6 years ago

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Operation: Defloration

I think that this title is self-explanatory.

Crackish first time smut, 5k. I loved writing that.

First posted on @its-me-waffles

Go! You mouth to the window, because Jongdae can’t hear you. He smiles and shakes his head. You are beautiful, he mouths back, and this time you shake your head and smile. You’ll be late, you answer through your window on the third floor. Jongdae is standing on the lawn in front of your dormitory, looking up at your window, clearly not wanting to go to his classes.

“I am going to throw up,” your roommate says behind you, and you glance at her. She is the third person to shake her head. You look back at Jongdae who sends you a kiss – you answer with the same motion, and only then Jongdae starts walking (still looking back at you). You wave.

You ignore gagging sounds from the other side of the room.

You can understand Yeonhee. You really can, you felt exactly the same about PDA for most of your life. But then Jongdae happened.

You walk away from the window and you throw yourself on your bed, instinctively grabbing your pillow and bringing it to your chest, under Yeonhee’s disapproving eye. You are a cliché.

“How long are you dating again?” She asks with disdain. You don’t even have to think about it.

“Three months and 23 days.” Yeonhee throws her pillow across the room. It hits your leg.

“See? That’s what I am talking about! For fuck’s sake, can’t you just say four months?” You shrug, but you understand the sentiment. You remember how much it annoyed you in your TBJ. And what TBJ is? Time Before Jongdae. And yes, it’s written with capital letters, and yes, it is a valid abbreviation.

But you can still remember how much it annoyed you when new parents would say the age of a child in months. Or couples who celebrated their first 100 days together. But now, in TAJ (Time After Jongdae) you understand it all.

“Can this honeymoon stage end? Asap.” You smile to Yeonhee apologetically, because you know it’s not going to end soon.

“Hi, Babe.”

You didn’t want to annoy Yeonhee further so you went out to wait for Jongdae to finish his lecture – and he noticed you first thing out the door. The way his face lit up made waiting worth it. He came to you, comfortably fitting between your legs hanging off the brick wall you are sitting on. You fix his hair, not able to contain your smile as Jongdae’s hands come up to rest on your hips.

“Mm, give me some sugar,” he asks as soon as you are done, and you grab his neck and you plant a chaste peck on his lips. And another one on the tip of his nose, and the bridge, and the tip of the left cheekbone, and left temple. You keep peppering light, chaste kisses all over his face, turning his head with your hands. When you are done Jongdae has his eyes closed and he is smiling while biting his lower lip. “Mm, proper good.”

“Hungry?” You ask easing your fingers through his hair, effectively ruining the hairdo you fixed a second earlier.

“Starving.” He still has his eyes closed when he answers. But his hands slide up, onto your waist and he hoists you up to set you on the pavement. You grab his neck for support when he swirls you around once and puts down, throwing his arm around your neck. “Pasta?”

“Pasta!”

You’ve met Jongdae on the first day of university. You were searching for the hall where the official first day was supposed to happen, and he was the one you’ve asked for help. He walked you there, and as you were about to enter the hall, he asked for your number.

You had previous relationships. Back in high school and junior high. But it was nothing like this. After meeting Jongdae you realized that those relationships weren’t real. None of your previous “flings” swept you off your feet the way Jongdae could. Neither could they make you laugh as freely as Jongdae did. None of them made you feel as beautiful as Jongdae did, and you’ve never missed anyone like you were missing Jongdae whenever you couldn’t see him.

It was quick – by the second week of university, you were out of dating market, having been officially asked to be exclusive. You didn’t hesitate even for a second. You were head over heels for him, and it annoyed the living hell out of your friends – but they still couldn’t say anything against Jongdae, he was just too good.

“Mm, proper good.”

You can agree, but you are too busy recapturing Jongdae’s lips in a kiss. He doesn’t let himself delay reacting even for a second, hand coming up to tip your head up. The sounds of you kissing echo in your empty room, but you can’t find it disgusting. Jongdae is brushing your hair away, even as the two of you continue kissing. You are laying on your bed and it’s been about half an hour since you started.

You never can get enough of Jongdae, and he seems to be sharing the sentiment.

You stop only when you hear a key rattle in the lock. You roll on your back, instinctively grabbing your notes, and Jongdae rolls onto his stomach opening his book.

“Hi, Jongdae,” greets him Yeonhee (with very even voice). Jongdae glances at her over his shoulder.

“Oh, hi, Yeonhee. How was your lecture?” That’s Jongdae for you. He strikes up a conversation with Yeonhee, but even as he dutifully listens, one of his hands searches for yours on the bed – and soon as he finds it he grabs it. You want to play with it. With Jongdae’s hand. You want to examine every finger, knuckle, line, but you know that Yeonhee will scold you if you try. And in TBJ you’d agree with her. But now, in TAJ you don’t understand why one wouldn’t want to examine every part of Jongdae’s body.

“Please, tell me that you at least fucked him.” So it’s your fifth month and tenth day. Jongdae has just left your room after your make-out session was cut short by Yeonhee and her friend Rieon. Jongdae engaged in short conversation while also caressing your thigh and then he left, planting one last kiss on your cheek.

You glance at Rieon surprised. Also not knowing what to say, because um, no. You didn’t.

As they look at you, you start getting embarrassed and you see how slowly they both raise their eyebrows in a look of utter astonishment.

“Wait, what?” Asks Rieon, just when Yeonhee accuses:

“But you stayed over at his place!” Well, yes. You did. You do it quite regularly. You cook something together, you watch some movie (usually spending much of the time making-out) and then you go to sleep. But sleep like in… Laying comatose in the same bed. And you actually love that. Getting to fall asleep and wake up in the same bed as Jongdae is truly magical. And he is somehow always turned to you.

“But you didn’t sleep with him?” Rieon is bewildered. Now you are positively red.

“But I did sleep…” You try, but Yeonhee waves her hand impatiently.

“We don’t care about your vanilla hand holding ritual of laying next to each other in the same bed. You actually didn’t tap Jongdae!”

“I don’t want to tap him,” you say indignantly and Yeonhee and Rieon exchange glances. You don’t feel good under their scrutiny.

“Wait. Are you a virgin?” One could fry eggs on your face, so hot it is right now. There is nothing wrong with being a virgin! It only means that you didn’t find any appropriate candidate to take away the flower of a misogynistic construct formed to oppress women. Nothing to cry about.

When you say that aloud they both stare at you in silence.

“And either way, sex is not that important in the relationship. Jongdae would agree with me.” You are sure about that. Rieon clears her throat.

“Um, he wouldn’t.” You stare her right in the eyes. And what does she know?

“Well, I am pretty sure he would.”

“I know for a fact he wouldn’t.” Rieon is adamant and it pisses you off. “I and Jongdae used to go to the same high school, and he used to date a girl from my Spanish class – they were caught fucking in master bedroom during one of those wild home parties back in eleventh grade.”

You blink. Once. Twice.

“Ok, but that doesn’t mean that he thinks that sex is vital…” You say weakly. You did think that he was as pure as you are. That you are in all of this together.

“Please, believe me, if I tell you that you won’t find a guy that doesn’t want sex,” says Yeonhee quietly. As if she was talking to a wounded animal. You are an adult, you are not going to make a scene, because you’ve learnt about your boyfriend’s past relationship.

It doesn’t matter.

You are making-out on Jongdae’s bed. He is on top of you, supporting his weight on his elbows. He bites your lip, rolling flesh between his teeth, and you press your fingers into his shoulders, massaging the tissue. It’s hot, but now you feel that it’s quite restricted. Jongdae will kiss you, will kiss your neck, will brush your hair away, grab your neck, or your hips, or he’ll slide his hands up and down your back. Sometimes he will rub your thigh or bite your ear, but never more. His hands are never close to your breasts or other erogenous zones.

Jongdae’s phone rings and he whines, while still kissing you. You can’t help but smile into the kiss and you hit his side to urge him to pick up the phone. He whines once more, but he obediently rolls over to grab his phone. He checks it, mutes the call, and writes a quick message.

“Beer?” He asks when he is done, and you nod. He goes out and you stare at his ass as he walks. It’s a nice ass. You hear the sound of the fridge being open and close, the clank of glass and pop and hiss of the bottle being opened.

He comes back with two bottles and one ends up in your hand. He jumps on the bed and you laugh balancing your beer so it doesn’t spill. He reaches for his laptop and opens Netflix.

He plays the movie you were watching the last time you’ve met (and you paused to make-out) and he settles against the headboard and drags you to him so you can cuddle. You watch it in silence, drinking beer and you are playing with Jongdae’s hand resting on your abdomen. So, the usual.

By the time there is a sex scene in the movie (because let’s face it 80% of movies include some raunchy moment), you’ve drunk enough to casually ask:

“How many sexual partners did you have?” It is a casual question, right? Not how many girlfriends nor did he ever had sex… Like it should be safe.

“Three,” says Jongdae without skipping a beat. He doesn’t sound or appear weird while doing that. “Two girlfriends and one one night stand.”

You are not sure what to think about his casualness. You were ok with feigning yours, but you are not ok with Jongdae being so casual about that. At the same time, you are swooning with how open he is. No dodging, no awkwardness. Only concrete information.

But what is the most confusing and upsetting is him not asking the same question back. Is he not interested?

“What are you doing?” You don’t understand why Yeonhee sounds so cautious. Ok, so you may have spent last four hours sitting at your desk plotting. You might have torn the paper to shreds, whined, moaned, gesticulated widely, messed your hair, banged your head on the desk in the process, but it doesn’t mean you are dangerous to be around.

“I am drawing up a plan if you must know.” You answer grumpily. There is a soft oh, ok, behind you and you decide that you could ask her for help.

“Yeonhee,” you called, turning around in your chair, your hair furling.

“Yeah?” She asks warily – she must have seen your madness in your eyes.

“I need your help in my operation.”

“What operation?”

“Operation: defloration!”

In TBJ you’ve never thought that you’d draw a plan to have sex. But in this new, exciting TAJ, you did. Well, operation: defloration is not that elaborate. But you and Yeonhee (and Rieon) thought it through, taking from the experience of generations of women (and few magazines like Cosmo). For now, operation: defloration consists of (some points are obvious, but you thought it’s important to note them all down):

Operation: DEFLORATION

1. Right prospect (Jongdae)

2. Right date (your 6-month moniversary)

3. Right place (Jongdae’s room, because it’s single and has a bigger bed)

4. Right underwear (you did your shopping)

5. Right supplies (Durex Extra Sensitive Condoms, sensation with better, sleeker fit)

6. Right music (Best Songs To Have Sex To, Lovehoney Playlist on Spotify)

So you think you are quite ready to proceed.

In hindsight, you’ve never actually thought about initiating it.

You have your new Victoria’s Secret set on (underwear), but you are losing hope that it’s going to lose its secret status. You’ve gone for official dinner with Jongdae (prospect) where you exchanged 6-month moniversary presents(date). The meal was delicious, presents well thought out and on your way back Jongdae pressed you against a tree in a park and kissed your neck and side of your jaw, and your lips.

When you entered his room(place), you dropped your purse next to the bed (supplies) and you put the playlist on Jongdae’s laptop (music). He smiled at you, not focusing on the music and he kissed you. You moved to the bed (as always) and you started making out (as always).

So you have everything. Prospect? Yes. Date? Is right. Place? Correct. Underwear? Very much yes. Supplies? Brought and ready. Music? Checked.

But you are not progressing. It’s as always. Hot? Yes. Arousing? Betcha. But anywhere close to where you want to take it?

Not really.

But you’ve already decided and you want Jongdae to be the one to take your flower. Pop the cherry. Stamp your v-card. Virg-you-out. However, you want to call it.

You’ve decided, so you should go with it right? You are not going to back out. Not now, and not ever. Not on Jongdae. You push him onto his back and you swing your leg over him to kneels above his hips. Jongdae looks lost. Not the look you were shooting for, so you try again – you swiftly take off your shirt, presenting him with the view of your torso in lacy red bra. You feel powerful.

Jongdae is stunned into silence, his nostrils flaring. But he doesn’t throw himself on you (like Rieon said when you were buying underwear). He doesn’t even touch you, laying quite frozen under you, focusing on your face.

“What are you doing?” He asks with painfully even voice.

You no longer feel powerful. No, you can definitely feel how small and irrelevant you are. He is not devouring you with his eyes (like Yeonhee said he would), in fact, he is looking everywhere but your chest.

“I thought… I thought we could… Have sex.” Your voice is dropping through the whole sentence to end in a whisper.

“Oh, Babe.” Jongdae laughs (laughs) and rubs your thighs in that familiar comforting way. “We don’t have to.”

In total horror, you roll over to your purse. Jongdae sits up. It wasn’t supposed to be like that.

“But! But!” You call out in haste and you can hear Jongdae shifting behind you on the bed. You finally find what you’ve been searching for and you turn around – Jongdae is right behind you, but not touching you. “I made a list!”

You nearly shove it in his face accusingly. Jongdae blinks and moves back to see it. How can he deny you when you made A WHOLE PLAN.

“Operation: defloration?” He asks aloud, his eyebrows shooting up on his forehead. He reads it and immediately there are hands touching you. It’s your first time to feel Jongdae’s hands on your naked waist and it’s exhilarating. He brings you close and he cuddles you from behind.

“Yes.” You answer in a whiny voice. “I’ve prepared, you know.”

He kisses your naked shoulder.

“Yes, but I am prepared to wait,” he says, his lips tickling your skin. You’ve shown him the list! What more does he want? You surge forward to grab one last thing.

“As I said, I am prepared.” You stress pushing condoms into his hand. He stares at the box in his hand, but he finally puts it away.

“Babe, I love you and it’s all the sweetest, but I don’t want to rush, I want you to be perfectly sure – because I know that we need to make it perfect.” You are not sure whether you should be swooning or annoyed. He is the sweetest and never in TBJ you would have thought that you could say something like that about a guy. But here you are.

You turn your head to the side and you use your hand to tip Jongdae’s head as well and you capture his lips in quite an uncomfortable kiss.

“I want it now.” You whisper into his lips and it seems like the notion finally came through, because Jongdae moves back and takes off his shirt. You turn around to face him because you are not going to miss the opportunity to look. You can see enough lines on Jongdae’s abdomen to decide that yes, his work-outs were worth it.

He smiles, warm and familiar, grabbing your hands and putting them on his chest. The skin is surprisingly smooth and firm. You slowly slide them down and up his torso saying hello to his body. But when you look up and you see his shining eyes, you surge forward kissing him – and you fall onto the bed.

Making-out without shirts is way better than with. You are getting high on the feeling of his skin under your hands, and the feeling of his own hands on you. They are warm and they exactly know what they are doing.

Your breath hitches slightly when they unhook your bra. It’s a spark of tension going into your bloodstream, but you are not going to let it slip. Having a foreign hand on your breast is a new experience. But Jongdae is so gentle with his hands, tenderly teasing underside, cupping them and rubbing circles around your areolas until your nipples become stiff.

That’s also when you realize that you are ruining your Victoria’s Secret underwear and you’d better hurry if you want to show off your matching set. So you pop open your pants.

Immediately Jongdae grabs your hands.

“No, no, no, hold up. Slow down. Slow down.” He says with laughter in his voice. He kisses both of your hands and then your cheek, and jaw and neck. You love Jongdae’s kisses you love them.

Between kisses, light touches, kisses, some more kisses you are so relaxed that you don’t really know what is happening until both of you are naked on Jongdae’s bed and he is rolling one of Durex Extra Sensitive Condoms onto his cock.

That finally sends you into panic mode. You fight it. You fight it bravely, but you know stories. You heard them. Every girl heard them. And you don’t want pain, you don’t want pain so much it pains you. And Jongdae’s hands covering his cock in latex do not help quench your fear. Jongdae helps you roll onto your back, and you have to make a conscious effort of breathing evenly. He kisses you and caresses your sides. He grabs one of your legs and brings it up and kisses your ankle and puts it on his shoulder. He does the same with the other leg, and oh my god you are bared and open in front of a man. In front of JONGDAE. That was the plan, that was the whole premise of Operation: Defloration, but when it’s about to happen, your stress gets better of you, your hands fisting tightly into bedding and your eyes closing shut. You try to even your pulse as you wait for it to happen. You brace yourself for pain.

“Hi, hi, look at me. I’m here.” You know that, of course, you know that, but you still slowly open your eyes. Jongdae is smiling at you, warm not lustfully. His eyes are affectionate and he looks at you just like he always does, but now you can see your naked legs on his shoulders, and between them, you can see his torso and abdomen in the shadow. And just below you can see the flushed tip of his cock, covered in latex. Just a drop of fear and panic surges through you – it’s barely there, for real. You wanted that, you worked for that, you are not going to be scared.

There is a sudden movement and your fear spikes – but it’s just Jongdae allowing your legs to drop to the bed, his hands are on your face and neck – warm and reassuring. “Hi, it’s ok if you don’t want to do it now. I know you’ve made a list, but we can keep it and use it another time.”

He kisses your cheek, he caresses it with his nose and presses his forehead against yours. His eyes seem to be bottomless, but they calm you down. His touch is tender, but in those eyes you see ferocity – but it’s ferocity of his feelings for you, nothing more. Your own eyes start to well because you are overcome with emotions. With feelings for him. Because simply and truly you love Kim Jongdae.

You hope that he has seen as much because he kisses you. Just like he always kisses you, as if he couldn’t believe his luck and also as if he couldn’t get enough. His tongue is always probing, always inviting, always ready to play. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to freely respond to his kiss – as you are used to doing. Slowly one of your hands lets go of the bedding and you throw it across his back. The warmth of his skin is not familiar, but the body you know. It’s still Jongdae, sweet caring Jongdae – who just knows you the best.

Just that: the fact that he saw your panic and he reacted immediately to calm you down and reassure you, tells you that it was a good decision. That you want him to be the one.

You let go of the bedding altogether and your now free hand joins the other on Jongdae’s back and you slide them up until you can just closely hug him by the neck. The hug is so tight that Jongdae has to break the kiss and he does it with a quiet laugh. Your breasts are squished under his torso, and his cock is pressing into your thigh – but you don’t fret, you just need to hold him close. He accommodates, his head falling to the bed over your shoulder and he cradles you in his arms.

Ok, you are naked. So what? You are still you, and Jongdae is still Jongdae, and nothing can change that. You turn your head to him, your nose pressing into his hair, just behind his ear. His smell engulfs you and it just disarms you.

“I love you,” you admit with a quiet puff. His reaction is not to reciprocate. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him and now you are laying side by side in each other arms. You feel safe.

“I love you more,” you can help but snort, it’s just childish. But Jongdae presses a kiss against your temple and the bridge of your nose, and he just peppers your face with light kisses.

You love him so fucking much.

“Jongdae,” you even love his name. As it rolls off your tongue. Its sound. He hums quietly. “I wanna do this.”

“Babe, we don’t have to,” he says nosing your cheek. One of his hands comes up to your face so he can tip your head up and kiss you. You move one of your arms to cover Jongdae’s hand with yours. Kiss is slow but still passionate. When you break the kiss, you can feel how your chest is heaving, and how excited you are.

“But I want to.”

Jongdae’s dark eyes search your face and it seems like he finds his answer, because hand from your face slides down onto your neck, and then slowly on your shoulder, your side to rest on your hip. You are pretty sure you’ve been made for Jongdae, his hand seems to fit impeccably everywhere on your body. His hand trails down on your leg, and somewhere mid-thigh his fingers sink into your skin. Your breath hitches, but this time it’s not fear – Jongdae’s eyes still go up to your face. You delicately scrape his back with your fingers to signal that’s everything is good.

The feeling of tension is back, but this time you are not going to let that ruin everything. Jongdae uses his hold on your leg to hike it up onto his hip, which brings you even closer. He shows you a crooked smile and you answer with your own.

Your heart is thumping madly, but you really want it to happen.

First, you feel a soft touch of Jongdae’s knuckles against your labia, you try not to make a sound, now fearful that if you do, Jongdae will back away. Then there is this warm, blunt object spreading your labia, and you close your eyes to both calm yourself down and focus on this somehow familiar feeling. You use tampons so Jongdae’s dick is not the first thing up there, but it’s first to have a certain girth.

You breathe slowly waiting for the first sign of trouble, any pressure, jolt of pain. But it doesn’t come. Also, pleasure it’s not yet there (even though you were promised so), but it’s good. The feeling itself is good but foreign. You’d describe it as an itch?

Suddenly you can feel coarse hair on your inner thigh followed by the warm body. Your eyes fly open.

Jongdae is staring at you, and as soon as he sees you looking he brushes the hair off your face. His eyes are shining, but so is his forehead.

“You good?” He asks and you notice slight quiver in his voice.

“Yeah,” you muster because you are dazed. You didn’t expect it to be so uneventful. You expected pain. Blood. Horror stories. Jongdae’s chest is heaving. “You?”

“Yeah,” he repeats after you, bringing you closer so he can rest his chin on top of your head.

Ok, so you can feel him inside and it’s all good, so you’d love Jongdae to move – but you are not sure how to do it, but you also can move and you move your hips up – as far as you can.

Jongdae exhales, but a second later as if he realized something he moves back so he can look at you.

“Everything alright?” He asks urgently, which startles you.

“Yeah… I just… Wanted to move?” You say in a small voice, unsure of what is happening. Sex involves moving, right?

Lots of moving.

Jongdae laughs, both of his hands once again coming to your face. He kisses you all windy and sharp, leaving you positively breathless – he is still inside you and you decide that you like it. It’s weird, but it’s something you could get used to. As Jongdae breaks the kiss, he plants one chaste peck on your lips and he snaps his hips.

That is… new.

Jongdae rolls his hips back and snaps in again. And again. And again. Those first thrusts are somehow lacking. Maybe unsure, but you know you want him to really show you how it’s done. With your hands on his back, you urge him to roll over with you.

He goes willingly. And then he kneels on the bed sending you another warm smile (this time tinted with something darker) and delivers first real thrust. It leaves you breathless and wanting for more and you raise your arms pleading for him. And as always – he can’t say no.

He is on his elbows and knees, eyes never leaving your face, and as warmth starts to pool in your gut you look back right at him. His eyes ground you.

Since the first time you hear his groan, you know that this the sound you’ll want to hear more often. Your legs hook behind his sacrum and once again he smiles at you – broad toothy grin. He looks so handsome – his hair matted to his forehead, face and shoulders shining with sweat, veins on his neck popping. You are holding him so close that your nipples touch his chest and although friction is barely there, you enjoy it.

Suddenly Jongdae stops, shifting on his knees and as you stare at him he just nods reassuringly. You don’t know what he is doing, but a second later his thumb is against your clitoris.

Your pelvic floor muscles cramp and Jongdae groans in turn. It’s as if someone closed your circuit. It’s electrifying, it’s amazing, outstanding. Of course, you played around with your clitoris, but having Jongdae do that while sliding in and out of you is an entirely different thing. Because he doesn’t just stop when you feel overwhelmed. He doesn’t cease his assault when you moan, when you sink your nails in his skin, when you close your legs on his sides, when your thighs shake as you trash on the bed – not really sure what is happening, but knowing it’s too much.

And Jongdae holds you down with his weight, caging you between his arms and legs, pinning you with his thrusts and his hand. And he tells you how pretty you are, how amazing you are, how hot you are, how much he loves you, and how wonderful it is. At some point, he can no longer form sentences, and you can no longer focus on his voice – it all comes to you like a heap of overwhelming, mindblowing pleasure radiating right from his thumb on your clitoris.

Your orgasm takes your breath away. You didn’t expect the intensity of your pleasure, you didn’t know that it would hit you like that. You are not sure if you call for Jongdae or if you are calling for God when you come – as if there was a difference at this moment.

Jongdae presses his forehead against yours and you grab his neck with both of your hands unable to convey your feelings. Your mouth has fallen open and even if you want to kiss – Jongdae is just catching your moans – you notice the moment when his eyes roll slightly up and his hips stutter and come to a halt. His guttural moan is primal and it makes little hair on your body raise.

It’s such a weird feeling when he slides out – everything is still pulsing and somehow itchy? As if only Jongdae could help you scratch that itch. He rolls onto his back and you turn your head to look at him. His chest heaves with his every breath and that is no surprise – he did all the hard work. His head turns to you and his eyes are shining. He takes you in and laughs – it’s a free happy laugh.

“You good?” He asks after you join him in his laughter. You bite your lower lip, but you can contain your smile.

“Great even,” you say and Jongdae reaches out to once again brush your hair off your face.

“So… Was operation: defloration a success?” An hour ago you might have been embarrassed. You probably would have been. But not now, not after this. So even when his eyes are laughing at you, you just roll over – straight into his arms. You prop yourself up on your elbow, your other hand caressing Jongdae’s chest. His hand on your naked back seems to be mimicking it.

“Total success,” you say in all honesty. Jongdae wiggles his eyebrows at you. “But I hope for soon reminder of how successful it was.”

“Betcha. But I want to keep the list.”

The next time you are waiting on the brick wall in front of Jongdae’s lecture hall, you feel… More mature. But except for that – nothing has changed.

As soon as Jongdae sees you, his whole face lights up. He comes straight to you, comfortably fitting between your legs and he grabs your neck and he kisses you – sharp and windy, and before you realize – you are wet. The kiss reminds you of how good it feels to sleep with him.

Ok, so some things changed. You think about sex. A lot. You think about having sex with Jongdae, even more. Do you do it often?

Betcha.

Did you stop making out? Nope. Did you stop being sweet and living through your constant honeymoon? No. Because now you not only live in TAJ, but you are also living in beautiful and exciting TASWJ (Times After Sleeping With Jongdae).

“Ew! Yuck, guys! What the fuck!”

The only person that probably regrets helping you draw up the Operation: Defloration is Yeonhee, who now not only has to put up with your PDA, now she also has to be careful not to walk in on you two.

Because sometimes you forget to give her official notice of being sexiled.

But you are happy and Jongdae is happy – and that’s all that matters to you in TASWJ.

But you are still eternally grateful for Yeonhee’s help, she showed you a way to a brand new world.

A brand new world in which Jongdae keeps Operation: Defloration list in his wallet.

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