#fluffysmut

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fluffy Smut (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

After the birthday stream (ao3) - trashcanfromgallifrey

Summary: The events that may have occured after Dan's birthday charity stream;) Starts of with fluff but ends up in a steamy hot shower

all I want to do is all of it with you (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Dan and Phil are going to stay late at the rehearsal venue to...film. Yeah.

As He Comes, So I Come (ao3) - cloej88

Summary: Dan and Phil have just returned from Chicago, where they finally sorted themselves out. They’ve slept a full ten hours under their own roof, and now they have an uninterrupted afternoon to rediscover one another’s bodies.

Buffy Movie Nights are Life Changing (ao3) - angelicsam

Summary: Things get steamy between Dan and Phil during their nighttime Buffy streaming session in 2010; featuring a confident yet bashful Phil and a shy Dan who learns how to drive Phil crazy.

Burning Bibles (ao3) - cherryheartz

Summary: phil lester loved curly headed boys with tattoos on their arms and a joint made with torn bible pages between their soft lips.

and dan howell was exactly that.

Dan and Phil Take Each Other's Clothes Off (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) (ao3) - BREAD2000yeet

Summary: Dan and Phil play dress-up based off Dan's one dailybooth

Dan stops and stares at him, “You did not just tell me a red panda fact while we are having sex.”

“They can also glow in the dark.”

Despite everything it's still you (ao3) - Frog910

Summary: Dan's just got home from tour, they've missed each other

Dick pancakes and other declarations of love (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: a series of vignettes as I imagine them on Valentine's day

disco stick (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: “Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick,” Phil sings into the microphone connected to the Xbox. It’s slightly off-rhythm, and he grins and stares right at Dan as he continues onto the next lyric. “I want to take a ride on your disco stick.”

(A fic based on the moment from “What Dan and Phil Text Each Other 4” where DnP mention they’ve sung LoveGame countless times on an old karaoke video game.)

Don't Blame Me (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: When Phil gets a new job at the Tops Only Bar, he's just looking to make ends meet over the holiday period. He doesn't expect how he'll feel about one of the performers or how hard that'll make his job.

eager for you (ao3) - philsbisexuallion (bisexual_lightning)

Summary: Phil's been waiting all night for Dan to push him up against a wall and fuck him senseless. He finally gets what he wants.

(a self-indulgent ftm t4t smut fic; warning for use of the word "slut" in a degrading way)

et in saecula saeculorum (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: Phil is the Duke of Lancaster, Dan is a knight, they have been performing intricate rituals, Dan said “as you wish,” the rest is history. Enjoy.

fall in love again and again (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: Two days into their holiday while lounging by the villa pool that they rented out for the week to ensure maximum privacy, Dan has a thought:

I’m going to marry this boy.

here come the dreams of you and (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: So he and Dan are a thing now. Phil doesn’t really know what thing they are but it’s something he knows he wants to hold onto and never let go.

"I'm a big fan of tops" (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Set immediately after filming the keep or yeet Phil's closet video.

Dan gets hot and bothered after watching Phil take his clothes off over and over again.

in this smoking chaos (ao3) - writingcollective

Summary: Dan bottoms for the first time, not being able to shut down his inner demons that whisper internalised homophobic thoughts into his ear. But Phil guides him through it, somehow.

james joint (ao3) - phook

Summary: dan and phil are gross and have been in love for 15 yrs and get high while visiting la for tit

Keep My Hand In Yours (ao3) - totalincandescense

Summary: It was kind of just an unspoken rule of their relationship. At least one part of Phil’s body had to be touching Dan at all times or it would throw the balance of the universe.

more than words (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan can't find words and Phil can't shut the fuck up, but there are other ways to communicate

phlondes do it better (ao3) - wearealldoomed

Summary: The day has come around quicker than Phil had anticipated.

The day where Phil dips his toes back into the waters of dyeing his hair after months of letting his natural hair colour grow back through.

The day where Phil goes platinum blonde without confronting Dan about it first.

Please Don't Say You Love Me (Cause I Might Not Say It Back) (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Dan's not very good at hiding his emotions during hookups.

based on this tweet: "got so used to saying "I love you" when I was having sex with my ex that I'm out here fighting for my life to not say it on accident with a hookup"

Precious (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: dnp have intimate lazy sex or whatever the fuck made people so mad on twitter. ( I didn't write the post, I'm just using it as a prompt)

Their first night on holiday.

Precious baby angel (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: Dan and Phil buy matching precious baby angel shirts because they’re gay and in love. Dan shows Phil how much he likes the shirt on his angel ����

Precious Baby Angel (ao3) - toadsappho

Summary: Phil shows Dan his new t-shirt, but that's not the only surprise he has for him.

Réponds à Ma Tendresse (ao3) - Blorbiron

Summary: Dan is visiting, and that’s Phil’s absolute favorite thing ever- which is kind of sad, maybe, for someone he’s known for like two months, but he can’t be bothered to care. Because Dan’s sitting right on his bed, close enough to touch, and cackling whenever Phil dies in Crash Bandicoot. Which is a lot.

sativa (i said im ready) (ao3) - catbearbunz (bunnieovadamoon)

Summary: it’s 2009, and phil really wishes dan would call. he does, but he comes greener than expected.

aka they get drunk and high and have esex.

Sheets and sharpies (ao3) - wwoodles

Summary: “Are you going to be good for me?”

He hovered above Dan’s face, awaiting his response. Dan was always taken aback that Phil had this power in him. The ability to completely disarm him.

“Yes, Father.”

Or, in the moments after the end of Dan’s birthday stream, Dan is not only incredibly grateful for Phil, but also incredibly horny.

so american (ao3) - ae121

Summary: Phil has been living in London for a year and thinks he's gotten pretty used to the city. He works part-time at a bookstore, using it at first to gain some friends, now it's just fun for him. His friends are constantly trying to find him someone to date, but all of his dates don't go well.

Well, that's until he met Dan.

Something Unholy (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil receives some very surprising and seductive texts in the middle of the night.

Stay With Me (ao3) - blehmobile

Summary: Dan and Phil are flatmates, and they occasionally flirt. They agree that it is very normal to bathe with friends. Totally no tension at all.

sunkissed (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: Maybe Phil was made to pour warmth into this man and leave little marks all over his body the way the sun does when it covers his skin with freckles. Maybe everything they’ve ever done and every little way they’ve loved each other has culminated in this very moment, where they can hardly see each other in the low light but are still brighter than the yellow light that breaks through the sky and glitters on the ocean.

Or, Dan and Phil go on holiday, and every photo they take tells a story.

true rat and relaxation time (ao3) - trashcanfromgallifrey

Summary: Two gays on holiday, inspired by their recent video.

when the train came it was so big and powerful (ao3) - r1caner

Summary: It is 2009, and things are going to change. Dan thinks so, anyway.

a dnp fic for the 15th 19th of october.

You and Me (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Birthday sex after Dan's birthday livestream

you look so good it hurts (in my favorite t-shirt) (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Phil is gifted with a "Mega Dilf" shirt. Guess who picked that shirt out?

[massgrav]

More fluffy smut for table... *looks at note scribbled on hand*... for the whole restaurant, actually

[cavetopeerskj]

I don't care how sexually graphic the scene is, if I can't giggle and call those involved cutiepies with a genuine and dumb smile on my face I'm not gonna read it.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

1 vote = 150 words! (2512 remaining for HH, 1614 remaining for OTT.)

[jongbross]

https://www.tumblr.com/jongbross/733605843845660672/i-always-give-you-fluffysmut-thoughts-but-what

YESSSS PLEASE.

WE. LOVE. ANGST.

[v0lumnius]

Haberdashery Hangup: A Megaman Fluffysmut

"Would you like to let go of that fear, and perhaps try something new with me tonight?"

Rock can't stop thinking about pretty clothes, or the pretty lady who works in the clothing store. Will Rock overcome his fears and find love, or succumb to the limits he set for himself?

Yes, I am very awkward and unfamiliar with self promotion but I put a lot of love into this story and would be grateful if you read it <3

[m-ilkiee]

And btws I ignored every other thing you said because nearly all you said is utter rubbish and I've never seen something so stupid.

If you're worth your salt in fandoms you'll know that smut can also have fluff in it. There is fluffysmut, there is angstysmut. There is fluff to angst, vice versa. A story does not need one genre and therefore should be tagged accordingly.

Fluff is not just for minors and honestly, if a minor - I'm assuming the minor is 15 and above doesn't know what "rated - 18" and "minors do not interact" is on the warning label of a story then they should not be on here.

Many stories are put behind readmore and have adequate and sufficent warnings that anyone with a basic comprehensive skill, especially teenagers who should have basic knowledge in sex education and reading comprehension, should understand when books are too mature for them. You can block the smut tag too and automatic blocks anything tagged containing smut.

You're talking like a parent who complains about their child seeing adult things on the news or on a show clearly made for adults. This is a website for grownups. They're going to see grown up things. Some actively search it up. Nobody is anyone's mother or father on here.

can we please stop mistagging things 🙏🏾

i’m sick and tired of looking for fluff and i’m bombarded with smut

why is it isearch for eren x reader and i’m getting everything but, iget armin x reader, jean x reader…

but is that what iasked for 🤨

ijust searched aot SMAU as in social media au, why am iscrolling through lengthy WRITTEN works, not even a part of a smau series or nothing just long written works

like bro that is NOT what iasked for

like iget it you want to get your work out there but there are so many other tags you can use, you don’t HAVE to hit the 30 tag max

like it’s okay to be a few short

iam sick of this shit and when i’m not sick im tired, iam sick and tired

[themanthemyththeverite]

New Days

A decade ago, dreams had been easy to come by. You had been barely but a teenager, stumbling your way through school, blundering over social interactions with barely pubescent morons, arguing over the most useless simplicities with your parents. Life seemed so shaky, yet still so certain to you then, a clear path to college ahead of you, where you hoped you would eventually go on to graduate school and earn yourself enough distinction to land a solid job, maybe pull a long-term girlfriend with you in the process, get settled, then mess around for a few years before getting married, start a family, live through your middle years with relative peace and the occasional crisis, transition into old age peacefully and die happily, content and warmed by the comfort of a large, loving network of friends and family.

But times had changed.

Everything had changed.

That much was evident to you as you laid on a makeshift bed, a darkened room of the abandoned hospital around you, your left arm extended onto a desk for operation.

Your prosthetic arm.

You certainly never saw that one coming.

It was a metallic arm, resistant to rust and corrosion, filled with wires and plating to communicate properly with your mental impulses, an intricate machine, an extension of your body that was held in place to your shoulder socket by several tightly drilled screws, embedded tightly into your flesh like the shrapnel that had torn through your body that day.

But on the exterior of that mechanical, cold steel surface there were scratches of quiet, reserved emotions, colorful phrases scrawled on the edges, some fading, some still there. Phrases that warned you of the dangers of dying, and the impeding murder that would follow. Others were warm-hearted and sappy.

On the inside, there was a small compartment, a tiny space just above the wrist with nothing inside. It had been designed to carry smoke grenades, but those had been used up long ago, instead now housing a small (but empty) bottle of hand sanitizer for more presentable means.

Silently, the operation began.

There was pain, then a rush of fear as you felt the familiar process of your arm slowly being disassembled, opened up mechanically like a power box. It had been a long time since your last check-up, and your near-death experience surely didn’t help as a small cascade of sand poured out of the cracks and gaps onto the floor. There was a crackle, a twitch, sudden impulses running through your mind that forced your hand to clench and unclench as the technician tested the gears of your body, manipulating you like a puppet.

You flexed your machine bicep, forearm, tricep, even your deltoid under the dexterous fingers of the mechanic, fiddling and rewiring parts to improve performance, to make it a more efficient tool. It was silent again, then your arm went limp, the connection of the wiring having been severed from your brain.

Several tense moments passed as the technician stared down intently at your exposed inner arm, fingers intently looping and connecting various little gadgets, adjusting measurements and tweaking screws.

“I’m going to have to recalibrate your arm,” the masked worker said suddenly, her voice coming out muffled from under the sound of a blowtorch she was using to weld the arm shut again and from the metal visor that protected her face. You just nodded, your throat bone-dry.

The pain came back again, a temporarily pleasurable feeling until it quickly escalated, flooding over your mind like an endless inundation of acid. Your vision turned spotty; were you crying? Were you screaming? You couldn’t even tell through the skull-splitting headache that took you over like a drug. Definitely the craziest, trippiest shit you’d ever felt.

Nausea. Dizziness. Anxiety.

Your memories flashed through your head, various embarrassing incidents, prideful incidents, incidents where you had truly felt happy. It was like watching a television program.

You could hardly breathe, gasping like a fish out of water when everything suddenly stopped, your body returned to normal, heartbeat slowing, eyes blinking back tears as your technician leaned over, pushing up the metal face mask to reveal a kind, familiar face smiling wistfully down at you with what she had been looking for in hand.

It was a tiny bullet, buried inside of the maze of wires, having pierced through the side of your body before lodging itself in the crook of your elbow.

Her name was Yoohyeon, and she was the only part of your planned future that had come true. The only part of your life that had mattered more to you than life itself, the only living reason for fighting and rebelling. Reason enough to take the bullet. Reason enough to collapse in the middle of a wasteland, starving and thirsty, with the expectation to never get back up again.

You wouldn’t have gotten back up again if not for her and her squad, scavenging in unsafe territory for spare munitions and food, running into your motionless body, partially covered in sand and marked only by the sheathe of the hand-crafted dagger she had made for you before you had left. You remembered hearing Dami’s voice. Or maybe it was Siyeon’s? Bora’s? Even while lucid you could no longer recall, but you knew that you could feel Yoohyeon’s thin arms wrap around you, pulling you off the ground and lifting you all the way back to their hidden base of operations in a mental asylum. Even more acutely, you could have sworn you felt drops of rain fall onto your face, even as the hot desert sun shined down mercilessly.

But who really knew? The mind of a starved, delirious and injured man is truly not one to be trusted.

“Are you okay?” she asked, a tender hand caressing your face as if to soften to last thirty seconds of agony, wiping away some of the sweat that had built up on your forehead. “You really should take care of yourself better. Your arm looked in as bad shape as it’s ever been in.”

Her fingers tapped the sheets of metal rhythmically, her eyes boring into her work. “Honestly, it’s a miracle it didn’t just break down with all of the sand interfering with the wiring...”

Her voice trailed off as you breathed heavily for several moments, closing your eyes again and sagging into the blankets while Yoohyeon carefully held your cold, metal hand in her tiny palms, the feeling of her warmth relaxing you, even though you knew it was probably freezing to her.

Your eyes traced and retraced her features, high cheekbones, sharp nose, silky hair, a dazzlingly timid smile waiting to top it all off, and you had no idea how you had survived for so long without the sight of her, alone and struggling in the desert without any hope of salvation.

Then the silence came deafeningly around the two of you, a flustered blush burning through both of your cheeks awkwardly, the tension rising.

Say something, you moron.

But what? You were somehow dying to speak, yet your mind was entirely blank on everything you wanted to say.

How long had it been? Six months? A year? Two years?

“Y-Yoohyeon...”

She nodded quickly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear and leaning in to listen to your raspy voice, struggling to make out the words to communicate the overwhelming feeling of loss in your gut.

When you hesitated, she quickly backed off, thinking that you were trying to communicate something else. “It’s okay, don’t talk right now. I’ll get you some water and-”

“...I-I’m sorry,” you croaked out through a dry throat, your fingers clenching around hers as she began to move towards the bottled water, a look of heart-wrenching melancholy on her face as she slowly turned to look down with a smile. Your voice was quiet and hoarse from a lack of use, cracking pathetically as if you were trying to hit high notes in a karaoke bar. “I’m so sor-”

“Shhhhhhh, don’t be,” she tried to assure you, even as her own voice began to break, her eyes watering with unshed tears that she dabbed out quickly with the corners of her sleeves. “You need to drink something, you’re dehydrated.”

She tried to pull away again but your newly fixed arm held fast, holding her back with you tightly, but not too tightly.

“S-Stay,” you coughed out, groaning at the pain in the gunshot wound in your side. “Please?”

So with a reluctant sigh, she sat back down on the stool, holding your hand tightly while you looked as pale as death on the bed.

“You’re just as clingy as ever,” she mumbled quietly, tracing random patterns on your palm distractingly.

“It’s just the sand, I’m sure.” Your tone was in jest, but your expression was mixed with anguish as another jolt of pain rumbled through you with striking effect. “Fuck, that burns.”

The roaring silence resumed, a flood of languishing awkwardness dancing around the room the same way Muhammad Ali had done in his fights with Sonny Liston.

“Listen, I-”

“Minji and the others came back later than planned,” Yoohyeon interrupted with an almost monotonous, concrete inflection grittily coming out of her throat. “They tried not to tell me, but...I knew the instant I saw their faces.”

It was poisonous, each word, like vomit, stomach bile, lurching out of her like curses that she didn’t mean but had to say.

“They all thought—I thought—you were dead.”

Her eyes, her brilliant, brilliant eyes that shined like beacons truly seemed to dampen for a moment, dimming as she looked to the dirty floor in a daze.

“Yet, here you are,” she laughed softly, turning to place a hand on your cheek. “Just the same as the day when I found you.”

That day when she had found you, bleeding out on the doorstep of your burning house, your family’s corpses strewn around you while you struggled to stay conscious with a grievous arm injury.

You had to swallow another bout of tears at the thought, her hand softly tracing your messy jawline and weak stubble that had begun to build up under your chin.

“A lot has changed,” she said with a certain finality, staring down into your eyes with nostalgia, despair, anger, surprise, happiness, hope. 

At her words, you chuckled quietly, your own hand rising to cover hers on your face. “I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.”

A beat.

“I tried, I really did, it’s just when the ringing and the gunshots stopped and the... the...ugh, everything...they were just gone.” 

For a moment, her eyes stared into yours, as if to try and read your mind for the truth.

“I woke up alone, surrounded by bodies and dust, rubble and blood, half buried in concrete slabs of city pavement,” you said, though it sounded strangely desperate to you despite your steady voice. A plea for understanding.

She seemed to get the message, and slowly, she nodded at your explanation, soothingly cupping your face and brushing back your messy hair.

“I missed you so, so much, Yoohyeon, I-”

“I missed you too. And now, you’re back,” she whispered, interrupting you with a light punch to the chest, her other hand feeling the steady rise and fall of your heart within your ribcage. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, her hands feeling the warmth through your skin.

“Are you...are you really here?”

It suddenly dawned on you how surreal it must have seemed for her to suddenly uncover the body of an old friend buried in sand in the middle of the desert, and you laughed quietly, wiping away a happy tear before nodding, your own hands coming to rest over hers, basking in the warmth of the brightest, luckiest dream you ever had the privilege to have.

“I’m here.”

Slowly, after several moments of still, sweet tranquility, she moved onto the bed, curling up next to you with a sigh of contentment, her hands tilting your head to face her as she gazed at you in a way that...god, you just wanted to freeze time and stare back into her eyes forever, to drift off in this tiny bubble of time and drift off into the abyss, spending eternity with the person you loved.

The time you had spent apart, the aching in your gut that had called you back somehow, all the way to the place where you wanted to be the most. All of it was too good to be true, and certainly too shocking to be confined to something as substantive as time.

But alas, seconds ticked by, and just as you were leaning in, your lips closing the distance, there was a quiet shuffle, a creak of the door, and a crack of light slipped in like a thief at dead of night.

“What are you two doing?”

You, as well as Yoohyeon, jumped, turning to see an amused Dami peer into the dark room from the doorway.

“What?”

“What are they doing?”

“What’s going on?”

“I know you guys care about each other and everything, but can you save the fucking for-”

A scandalized gasp.

“Bora!”

 You both knew that your little reunion would have to wait as your friends burst into the room, swarming around you with knowing looks as Yoohyeon clambered out of the bed awkwardly, blushing when Bora whistled her approval.

“See? I told you, they were totally fonduing before we-”

“It’s none of our business, you nosy perv,” Minji shot back, smiling at you warmly as the rest of them crowded around your bed, observing your broken and battered self. It was a far cry from the unwavering and stubborn person you used to be, but all of you knew it was only a matter of time before you would return to that state of naive self-confidence. “How are you doing?”

“I’m quite well, tha-”

“Where’ve you been?” interrupted Gahyeon with an inquisitive tick of the lips, while Dami looked on with the same chic expression of indifference she always wore.

You opened your mouth to speak when there was a loud clattering sound by the door, and six heads whipped around instantly to stare down the offending Yoohyeon, who had been trying to sneak out when she knocked over a piece of medical equipment.

“Where are you going?”

“Yeah, what are you doing?”

“Get back here!”

The voices of the people around you were deafening, but you couldn’t help but laugh along, ignoring the pain ringing out from your ribs.

It’s good to be home.

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While the rest of the day was quick, breathless, passing by faster than a crack of lightning, the night was not so simple.

The darkness was unsettling, mysterious, dangerous, and though the crickets chirped as they always would, the shrill vibrations bouncing through the broken windows of the hospital, the shards of glass and smears of blood along the walls were a constant reminder of your collectively permanent fear.

There were no corpses, no, those had moved on long ago to find a new resting place, but as the wind blew in through the cracked holes, disturbing the dust and dirt on the floor, the shadows that flickered along with the moonlight seemed to carry a very real, physical power to them, like visages of monsters you would rather forget about.

You stood at the end of the hallway in front of a door, staring past the glaring moonlight that swirled through, watching the stairwell door as if something might burst through at any moment, despite the fact that you had been shown the thick wooden barricades against the other floors.

You could still hear the groans coming from the other side of those doors, the rattling chains that easily kept the doors shut, yet still seemed to strain and threaten to break with no warning.

At least I’m not alone anymore.

Shaking your head, you cleared your thoughts of paranoia and anxiety before turning to face the door in front of you.

It was a smooth door, clean, with the marks of someone having polished it haphazardly, wildly scrubbing it with little real regard for the cleanliness but really just to get it done with.

The door seemed large and wide, a great big hulking chunk of wood with a circular knob that looked just like the kind that was jammed and would slide out of your grip no matter how hard you tried to turn it to open. Oddly enough, the door was pissing you off, taunting you like it was some kind of sage, which was obviously a ridiculous thought since it was literally just a door.

Not only was this door just a door, the door next to the one you were facing looked exactly the same, but looked as normal and peaceful as any other door might look.

“I must be going crazy,” you mumbled, raising your hand to knock when you hesitated, wrist trembling in anticipation. Do I knock? Do I not knock? How hard do I knock? How many times should I knock? But again, if I don’t knock, what do I do? Maybe I should just knock. Or maybe not. Should I?

“If you’re looking for Yoohyeon, her room is one down,” came a voice, disinterested and bored from behind you, your hand lowering sheepishly at the knowledge someone had seen you fidget in front of door like a stalker. Seconds later, Dami pushed past you, opening the door and looking back at your awkward self still standing in front of the same door. “You’ve got things to sort out with her, I’m sure. Just don’t be too loud about it.”

You nodded dumbly, still frozen in place.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Do you need something?”

There was a beat of silence before you responded.

“No, I, um...thanks?”

Her gaze didn’t change, but she gave you a curt nod before shutting the door in your face, the sound echoing down the hall.

You could’ve sworn you heard a snort from behind the door, but you paid it no mind, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your jeans, your legs slowly shuffling forwards, stopping in front of the next door.

Robotically, almost subconsciously, your hand lifted, knuckles braced, before you rapped firmly against the door once, twice, then three times, every sound bouncing around the walls of the asylum. Maybe I’m crazy and I’m just dreaming this whole thing.

Then the door opened, revealing a cautious face, peering out curiously to see the source of the disturbance. Her eyes seemed to brighten at the sight of you, her door opening slightly more, candlelight illuminating her room brightly.

“Oh, hey. I actually...I wanted to see you,” she said quietly, chewing her bottom lip nervously before her usual toothy grin was back. “Come on in.”

Color.

That was your first though as you observed her room, bright shades of pink, yellow, blue, red, practically any sort of vibrant, neon color was present here, like some sort of dreamy bubble that existed apart from the reality you both lived in.

All of the color that stood out in the room were accentuated further by the abundance of candles lining every dark corner, lighting up the room like it was the Festival of Lights or something. Before, you might have laughed at the childish, almost ridiculous displays of innocence that were so useless when every day, neither of you knew if you might have to kill someone to survive. Yet now, as you stood in her room, smelling her faint scent, feeling the energy of her personality jump out around the walls, you simply enjoyed the fact that all of it was genuine and true, an honest representation of the kind of person Yoohyeon really was.

A soft, tender, misplaced girl in the middle of a freakish world that should never have happened.

“Now I know what you’re gonna say about the decor, but I swear-”

“I love it.”

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, looking you up and down as if to make sure you were okay. “What?”

“I like it,” you repeated to her, laughing softly while brushing a hand over a tiny Pikachu toy that you had found for her as a gift when both of you were on a raid for supplies. “You still kept this thing?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she shot back, snatching it out of your hand before placing it back where it belonged on the shelf, amongst its other companions. “You gave it to me.”

Both of you took a moment to take in the nostalgia that drifted in the air, an inhalant that both of you breathed freely.

“I thought you hated this stuff.”

“Like I said, it’s probably just the sand,” you joked again, and she punched your arm gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed, a serious look crossing her face again.

You moved to sit down as well when your leg bumped into a plastic box, hidden out of sight on the floor. When you picked it up to inspect it, you were surprised to see that it was filled with wrinkled pieces of paper and tissue, all of which was absolutely crammed into it like little foldable sardines.

“What’s this?”

“That was from your birthday last year,” she mumbled as she took it from you, stuffing it back underneath the bed to your amusement.

“Wow, pretty late for a birthday gift,” you laughed, sitting next to her and taking her hands in yours, rubbing them together gently. Compared to the solid steel of your palm, her fingers were weak and soft, mere cotton in the grip of a rough machine. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you.”

She leaned away, pouting cutely to fight the smile on that was breaking out on her face like an infectious disease.

There was a lull in the conversation, but the comfort was clear to you, from the way she was smiling to the embarrassed side glances she was shooting at you.

“You know, when you stick out your lips like that you look exactly like a pufferfish.”

Finally, she laughed with you, her body leaning into your shoulder gently like a sack of potatoes, chin digging into the corner of your collarbone, eyes staring into yours, lips curving wryly. The air suddenly grew heavy in your lungs, the sudden density making you somewhat short of breath as your heart raced in your chest.

“I love you.”

A spur of the moment decision, a sudden phrase, filled with everything you had wanted to say to her while you were gone. From a logical perspective, it was a really stupid thing to say, but you didn’t have the heart to keep it contained any longer.

Really, it was impressive you hadn’t shouted it the instant you saw her.

She seemed to scan you for a second, pupils flicking up and down your face with a hopeful smile, that same boundless, yet wistful smile, so endless that it seemed to stretch that moment infinitely.

Then in that same instant, it was gone, that millisecond of time slipping through fingers infinitely quickly, and she looked down to the floor, suddenly noticing the white gauze poking out from under your shirt.

“What’s that?” she asked, changing the subject to more pragmatic matters.

“First person I met for two and a half years,” you chuckled, wincing a little when she touched the bandage gently with a hand, checking it instinctively. “Thought he was a funny little guy, until he tried to shoot me.”

She hardly even registered your words, fully focused on prodding at the hole in your side, her fingers pulling up your shirt with a sad sort of flourish.

“He what? Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

You laughed, pushing her gently when you saw how inordinately concerned she was, eyes widened comically.

“I’m fine, relax. You should’ve seen the other guy.”

“Still...”

She looked unconvinced. 

“Do you want me to disinfect it again?”

“No, I’m fine,” you insisted but she ignored you, reaching under her bed and grabbing a separate plastic box, smaller, but filled to the brim with isopropyl alcohol packets. “Seriously, don’t waste that stuff on something like this.”

“It’s a gunshot wound, you moron,” she scolded. “Hold still.”

“It only grazed me.”

“Yet you passed out in the middle of the desert with it.”

She gave you a pointed look, and you relented, sighing as she tore open a small packet, wiping some of the dried blood and such that had bled through the gauze with a pained look on her face.

“You didn’t think this might be an important medical issue to tell me about?” she scoffed as she stood up, moving to grab other medical boxes when you stopped her, grabbing her hand while kneeling.

“Yoohyeon, I told you, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt, I’m not burning up with a fever, and I feel great! Seriously, it’s not a big deal.”

“You just thought ‘hey, gunshot wounds aren’t serious’? I mean, honestly, you’re such a fool sometimes, you know that?”

You laughed at her, standing up and pulling down you shirt, extending your arms triumphantly. “But I’m your fool.”

“If you keep up with the delirium act, I might just lock you up in a-”

You silenced her easily, your lips pressing against hers softly for the first time in years, yet still just as tender and gentle as you had always remembered it to be, and you let out a mental exhale, relaxing into the motions as she sent sparks flying through your brain, your bodies melting collectively into one big puddle of longing, finally colliding together after so long.

It was like a long awaited breath after a lengthy dive underwater, the first step of a pilgrim after having been at sea for months, the last sentence in a multi-novel book series.

All of the tension in her body slipped away and softened, smoothing out like a piece of paper, creasing and flattening with perfect reversibility, and your right arm naturally found its way around her back, holding her close, while your left supported the back of her head, softly stroking her long, thick sheets of hair.

Perhaps you needed to breathe. Maybe you needed food. Water. But years could have passed by in the blink of an eye, her lips on yours, kissing you cleanly, filled with nothing but devotion from her to you, and you to her. It was quiet. Chaste, almost, and if not for the look that she gave you after she pulled away, you might have assumed it was over.

But no, it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

She pushed you back, forcing you to scoot backwards on the bed until you ran into the headboard, your lips still attached to hers as she curled her body around yours, limbs coiled and intertwined together like vines on the same tree. She rolled you over, straddling you on the soft mattress while your lips finally broke apart, breathing heavily.

“I missed you.”

Your quiet confession was heavy and weighted, even despite the fact it had been said before, and she smiled down on you, helping you pull off your shirt before taking her own off, leaving her in a thin, grayish bra.

“Prove it.”

What was meant to be a challenge to your words sounded more like a cry, an SOS, a plea for a night to remember, a night that burned and smoldered with emotion.

So you obliged, letting your hands start up at her face, touching every curve and contour of her nose, her cheeks, your thumb teasing her bottom lip before sliding to her neck, her collarbone, her bony shoulders, skinnier than ever from malnutrition. Then your hands moved down to her chest, squeezing a soft mound through her bra, a quiet moan tickling your ears as it came out.

Your metallic hand slipped around her, undoing the clasp singlehandedly just like you used to, and she laughed at your bravado. Even she had never figured out how you did it. “You haven’t forgotten any of your tricks, have you?”

You grinned cheekily up at her as you let one hand circle over her now-naked breasts. “I’ve dreamed about tonight—” your mouth nipped at the soft skin of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark—“more than you could even know.”

You pinched a nipple, tugging it slightly as she began panting on top of you, eyes half-lidded and getting more needy by the moment. “Every single time I closed my eyes—” your free hand tickled her stomach, slipping further down to tease her wet sex—“this was all I could think about.”

“Yeah? Well—ah—what did you d-do to me?” She sighed as you pushed a finger into her, pumping slowly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You teased for a moment more, taking her other nipple into your mouth and sucking on it before withdrawing, your hands pushing on her shoulders so that you were the one sitting up and she was laying down, chest rising and falling steadily with each labored breath.

“Don’t worry,” you assured her with a soft smile. “We’ve got all the time in the world for me to show you.”

At your words, she nodded tentatively, and you quickly leaned down, pulling her legs apart and helping her undress, revealing her panties, damp with arousal. Your fingers tested the water, prodding at her slit, running up and down her puffy lips as she continued to squirm, breaths coming hot and heavy at your slow pace.

“P-Please, don’t tease,” she groaned quietly down to you, legs twisting around as you made quick work of her last piece of clothing, finally leaving her nude and natural beneath you, her own hands beginning to try and join you, but you stopped her.

“Patience, patience. Just relax,” you soothed, your tongue flicking out to taste her nectar, her distinct flavor from your memories flowing onto your tongue as you drifted it over her clit. “Remember when I ate you out in that closet while everyone else was eating in the same room?”

“H-How could I forget?” she said shakily back down to you, letting out a quiet moan when you slipped two fingers into her, letting them do their work inside while you teased her clit with your mouth. “You were very naughty.”

Her thighs quickly began to tighten around your head, holding you in place as she shuddered, eyes fluttering closed from the electric pleasure, filling her up like air in a balloon. Her hands ran through your hair, tugging and playing with your hair as she struggled to contain herself, her whole body melting at the end of your tongue while you continued unabated.

“You just taste so good,” you mumbled as you ate her out, almost smothered by how tightly her legs were wrapped around your head, her hands pushing you as far as they could into her sopping wet heat. “I guess I couldn’t help myself then.”

She might have tried to respond, but you chose that moment to deliver a particularly flat and harsh lick to her clit, and the reaction was instantaneous, her back arching into the air, a loud moan of satisfaction filling your ears as she felt herself tip dangerously towards her climax.

“O-Oh my god, please, right there, right there,” she rambled out as your fingers curled in her, stretching her out further. Her body was tense, taut, like a bow notched with an arrow of pure, sensual release that was just begging to be released.

But despite it all, she held back admirably, eyes squeezed shut, cries growing louder and louder, higher and higher, until all that you could hear were her whines of stimulation, mixed with soft whimpers of desire that rang in your ears like sweet, sweet melodies.

“I’m so close, god, please,” she whispered to you, hair spread out everywhere, head tilting to look down at you while you whittled away at her endurance, that tiny string that tethered her to conscious thought, just on the boundary of momentary, excruciating bliss. “Are you really going to keep teasing me?

“No, no, there’ll be nights for more of that later,” you said, temporarily pausing with your tongue though your fingers continued to piston in and out of her. “Tonight, I just want to see you cum.”

Her eyes cracked open slightly at your words before shutting again, another one of your fingers slipping inside of her as you watched her completely fall apart, yet still stay composed, your fingers slowly accelerating, drenched in her fluids. “You know, I love it when you’re loud...”

She shook her head, as if to shake off some inner demon, but you continued.

“...and when you tremble and fight it...”

She only thrashed more, her hand coming to cover her mouth as her walls tightened and tightened and tightened around your fingers.

“...Come on. Just let go,” you coaxed softly before you lowered your head again, sucking on her clit with just enough pressure to force her to finally give in, her orgasm washing over her in a rush, a wave of electric tremors running through her body, her hands tugging on your hair blindly, her legs wrapping around you even more tightly, and your personal favorite: the long, hauntingly beautiful moan that seemed to float past the hand covering her mouth and straight into your head, ringing like an addictive tune.

Her eyes opened slowly as she got over the aftershocks of her climax, fixating on you intently with a look of half-satisfaction and tenderness.

“You’re overdressed,” she pointed out, weakly sitting up and crawling to the edge of the bed, where you had slipped your pants off, tossing them away behind you at her words.

Her fingers, dexterous as ever, slipped into your boxers, feeling your throbbing length up and down, gently fondling your shaft and balls with an angelic touch. She looked up at you, smiling as she saw the way you flinched at her touch, your cock already rock hard at her stimulation.

“I’ve got a few things to show you too,” she teased amusedly, pulling down your restraining garment and letting your length sit in her grasp, just in front of her face and her waiting lips.

Slowly, with her eyes still locked onto yours, she let you slip into her mouth, her lips cushioning the sides of your shaft softly, the heat of her mouth instantly enveloping your cock with an irresistible warmth, her tongue gently swirling around your tip and tasting some of the precum that leaked out.

Her cheeks were only slightly hollowed, her head moving back and forth slowly, focusing on the first few inches first, covering you in her spit, soft hums emanating from her throat while she slurped on your cock, doing her best to please you.

“You haven’t forgotten anything either,” you murmured down to her, one hand petting her head approvingly as she slowly began to expand her horizons, taking more and more of you down her throat and making you groan at the feeling. “God, you’re good at that.”

She smiled through a mouthful of cock, finally pulling back for breath while jerking you off, her mouth quickly moving down to suckle on your balls, taking each one in for a few seconds before letting them go with a pop.

“Does this feel good?” she asked, observing you inquisitively while you squirmed in her grip, firm and soft at the same time.

“Fucking amazing,” you replied, and she looked pleasantly embarrassed for a moment before she took you into her mouth again, letting your cock slide all the way back this time so that it hit the back of her throat, a choked gurgle vibrating against your shaft.

Your hands instinctively pressed against the back of her head, holding her down for a few moments until she tapped your leg, withdrawing with a loud gasp and a few coughs, her eyes watering yet still as enchanting as ever.

“I want you to fuck me now,” she whispered, letting go of your cock with slight reluctance, climbing back onto the bed gingerly before beckoning to you while on her back, legs spread, wrapping around your waist tightly as you slowly moved over her, positioning your cock in front of her glistening pussy.

The first entrance was smooth, warm, comfortable, just like the rest of the room felt, like how everything and anything that you did with Yoohyeon made you feel.

It was an unidentifiable feeling of belonging; that final Tetris piece to fill up a row, that moment when you hit the cue ball just right into the left corner hole off of an angled rebound from the wall of the table.

Both of you let out a tiny gasp, Yoohyeon’s legs tightening around your waist as her fingers pressed down on your back, consciously trying not to scratch you, not that she would think to do that later.

“Are you okay?” 

You were genuinely concerned, watching her expression to make sure she had adjusted, but she shrugged you off, giggling inches away from your face.

“I’m fine,” she replied, smiling up at you. “Just keep going.”

You leaned down to kiss her, softly pressing your lips against hers again as you slowly bucked your hips into her, pushing down all the way to the hilt and relishing in the warm, wet, and tight feeling of her pussy contracting around your cock, squeezing gently.

Everything else ceased to exist, your focus singling out the softness of her mouth on yours, her warm tongue pushing and pulling against yours, her breasts pushing up against your chest with every thrust of your hips, moaning into your mouth all the while.

She was nothing but pliant, inch by inch of her smooth skin opening up for you as your hands skimmed all over her; her head, her cheeks, her chest, abdomen, ass, all of it burning up to the touch like a fever, a delirium-driven vision.

“Fuck, you stretch me so well,” she whined, hands scratching gently at the back of your neck, then not so gently when you sped up, your rhythm slowly escalating to satisfy both of your growing needs, the bed rocking with your movements and bumping against the wall gently.

Her forehead was pressed tightly against yours, sweat from your bodies slickening the surfaces of your skin as she struggled to catch her breath, feeling every exhale of air from her lips blow against your face, quiet moans beginning to slip past her inhibitions and ring around the room, steadily gaining volume and traction in her throat.

“O-Oh my god,” you groaned out, your own breathing beginning to feel shallow, strained, her body wringing out all of your energy, chipping away at your stamina slowly, your cock throbbing inside of her ever-shifting heat. “You’re even tighter than I remembered.”

She hardly even heard your words, too focused on the way you were plunging into her, the way you were burying yourself roughly yet tenderly into her, pushing her limits, leaving her speechless and seeing stars. Her fingernails had forgotten their earlier gentleness, clawing into your back, scratching you in an attempt to relieve herself of the relentless waves of pleasure that beat against her.

“C-Cum with me,” she whispered, almost pleadingly, her eyes cracking open with superhuman effort as you watched her struggle to maintain any sense of composure.

“Are you...are you sure?” you panted, feeling yourself slowly give way to the thought of release, held back only by sheer willpower, your endurance slowly beginning to break down as you began chasing your own end, your own climax.

“Just trust m-me, fuck!” she cried out, audibly needier, and her eyes rolled up into her head suddenly, her limbs shuddering around you violently, her pussy contracting tightly around your cock with a rush of her fluids, trying desperately to push you to the same end as her. Her head tilted back limply, moans tapering off into soft whimpers as you finished a moment after, exploding inside of her with a groan of exertion, collapsing on top of her body before rolling off slowly, careful not to crush her, your collective fluids spilling out onto the sheets.

Hopefully it wouldn’t stain.

“Fuck,” you gasped, the only word that could come to your mind as you tried to regain your bearings. “Fuck.”

Oh my god.

Pain began to return to your body, having temporarily been blocked out by the intensity of the moment, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, Yoohyeon whimpering softly next to you while you curled closer to her, tucking the sheets up to her chin and wrapping your good arm under her, pulling her close.

You laid there with her in silence, unwinding for several moments, minutes, maybe even an hour, lying against her body while listening to her breathing eventually level out, lazily tickling her thighs and occasionally drawing out a surprised little gasp when your fingers grazed her clit.

In some ways, you were almost glad that it was over. After all, you couldn’t help but wonder how she felt about you after you had been gone for so long. And certainly, living in the hellscape you were living in, waiting was never a game anyone wanted to play with a loved one missing in action.

“You know, it’s been 813 days,” she murmured, her hands running through your hair and touching your back, trying to soothe some of the pain from when she had pulled  and scratched it roughly. “I’ve waited 813 days and 812 nights just to feel that again.”

“I hope it was worth the wait,” you replied, laughing softly, despite the truth in her words that bit harshly at your conscience. It must have showed on your face, because her hands moved to your cheeks, lifting your head up until your eyes were locked on hers.

“Every second.”

Maybe it was the scent of sex, the feeling of consummation that you felt then, that quelled your self-hatred, your constant disappointment in yourself. Maybe it was the warmth, the soft comfort in Yoohyeon’s words and her hands, gently holding you. Or maybe it was her eyes, shining stars that glimmered down at you brighter than the Sun itself.

But something, whatever it was, in that moment as Yoohyeon looked down at you earnestly, honestly, with genuine care, made you feel as light as a cloud, temporarily unburdened by the guilt of mistakes made, lives lost.

It made you feel as if the days to come, the next days, might be better, brighter than the last, even despite the hellish circumstances you were in.

Maybe.

That was your last thought before your eyes drifted shut, Yoohyeon’s body wrapped around yours warmly like a protective cocoon, head buried in her soft midsection, all of the tension and weight gone from your body, and you were drifting, drifting, drifting away with the waves of your dreams; dreams of a world without bloodshed and death, of pineapples and pizza, of gummy bear breakfast burritos (and none of the dental issues that would accompany them, not that there were dentists in the apocalypse to tell you anymore anyways).

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You woke up early the next morning, her body still attached to you at the hip, acting like a shield around you against the sunlight that streamed into the room and illuminated your upper bodies, wrapped in the sheets. Slowly, you yawned, carefully beginning to move out of her grasp when she suddenly smacked you on the arm.

“Ow, what was that for?”

Her eyes were still closed, a pouting smile on her face as she pulled you in closer, wrapping her arms around you even more tightly. “For trying to leave me again. Asshole.”

You stopped struggling, letting her hug you close to her warmly, her body heat spreading against your nude form, relaxing your tense muscles against her as she kissed your broad back, from your metal shoulder to the other side, to the base of your neck and up towards the base of your hair when you turned around, cupping her face in your hands and kissing her.

It wasn’t a needy kiss, nor was it particularly soft or tender. It was just a kiss. A simple gesture, a promise of more to come. A promise that you would never leave her side again.

Yoohyeon, however, had other plans, and with a devilish smirk, she began to make the journey under the sheets when the door opened with a bang, the figure of Kim Bora storming in like a hurricane, making both you and Yoohyeon jump back in terror, pulling the sheets up to cover yourselves.

“KIM YOOHYEON!”

So today was one of those days, hmm?

Both of your ears rang painfully at her volume, involuntarily flinching backwards against the headboard as she glared at both of you.

“Did you think we were all deaf last night?”

She blushed, grinning sheepishly while hiding her embarrassed laughter.

“W-What?”

Bora rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder in an exaggerated motion of annoyance.

“When I said to save the fucking for later, I didn’t mean for when the rest of us were trying to-”

Her angry rant was cut off by Minji quickly barging in, grabbing Bora by the arm and dragging her out with much effort.

“Hey, let go of me-”

“Don’t be ridiculous; let them have their morning together-”

“You stop being ridiculous! Do you wanna lose sleep for the rest of your life with that banging sound against the wall?”

“Oh, shush, you!”

“But-”

The rest of Bora’s retort was lost to muffled sounds of what must have been some sort of food being shoved into her mouth, and she was arguing through a mouthful the whole way down the hall, silenced only after Minji pulled her back into her room, shutting the door with a bang that echoed down to you and Yoohyeon, both of you shocked at the spectacle.

Even Handong suddenly decided to peek in for a moment, observing the two of you with a little wave and a “good morning” before briskly walking off, presumably to find wherever breakfast was.

“I guess we better get dressed,” you chuckled, glancing over at Yoohyeon who was still red in the face, shell-shocked at all of the sudden commotion. “Yoohyeon?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, we probably should,” she stammered, quickly clambering out of the bed and finding her clothes you had unceremoniously tossed away into some corner of the room, while you did the same, and the rest of the morning passed relatively uneventfully, with the exception of a moderately sulky Bora sitting at the makeshift table in the former kitchen area of the hospital.

Breakfast was relatively bland, yet still tinged with an oddly positive flavor as you watched Yoohyeon bicker and enjoy the company of her best friends, their shrill cries and knowing glances sent your way clearly telling you everything that they were discussing, not that you knew why they had to talk about it apart from you.

You supposed they could always just ask?

“Last night sounded eventful,” Dami remarked, smirking at Yoohyeon.

On second thought...

But other than the slightly awkward atmosphere that was easily broken by the usual open personalities of the others, there was only one other moment of slight discomfort throughout the rest of the day.

The moment when you had to leave again, forced to go out on another scouting mission to find food.

Minji had carefully organized the jobs of everyone in the building, including you, and though Yoohyeon protested the assignment, you insisted that it was fine, much to her chagrin.

“It’s not fair if I don’t follow the rules like everyone else,” you said, as calmly and as gently as you could, holstering a small silenced pistol, a cricket bat you had found on the street, and the dagger Yoohyeon had so painstakingly made for you. “Please understand.”

She looked upset for a moment, but handed you your arm sheathe, a soft cloth to wear over your prosthetic arm.

“Don’t die, idiot.”

Her tone was probably supposed to be threatening, but it only ended up sounding more like a whimpering puppy, upset that their fellow pet was being taken to the vet without them.

You stopped at the door to the stairwell, walking back the few meters to where she was standing, cupping her face in your hands and kissing her, just as you had that morning.

This isn’t the last time.

For just a second, sparks flew in your mind again, and you felt her anxious tears against your cheeks before you pulled back, pressing your forehead against hers, kissing the crown of her head again for good measure.

“I love you,” she whispered to you, hugging you tightly and burying her head into your chest, squeezing tightly, as though she might never see you again.

“I might never see her again,” you thought, reflecting consciously on the idea of your death, yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to regret anything.

No. I don’t regret any of it.

“You found me, Yoohyeon. You’ll find me again, and again, and again, even if you’ve stopped searching, and even if one of those times isn’t here, or on this earth,” you murmured, tears coming to your own eyes as fear momentarily consumed you, uncertainty and worry clouding your mind.

You didn’t want to die.

But you wanted to live.

And sacrifices had to be made.

She took a moment to compose herself, staring up into your face, her fingers tracing every edge and rough piece of skin that had been weathered by the sun and sand.

“See you later?”

She knew you could never guarantee an answer to such a question, but you chuckled nonetheless, nodding though you felt as though you might explode in melancholy.

“I’ll see you later.”

Reluctantly, she let go of you, letting your hands drop from hers as you backed away, slowly slipping out of the door, entering the outside world with a new sense of resolve, a new need to return. Even just at the entrance, you felt the urge to walk back in, to refuse to go, to stay by her side and never leave that comfort.

But it wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

You had a future to nurture and a promise to keep.

So as you descended the grimy and bloody steps of the stairwell, carefully listening for telltale groans and croaks, you couldn’t help but smile a little, and a little song playing in your head despite the ever-present danger.

Even if I get tired, when your voice reaches me...

You popped open the compartment of your prosthetic arm, humming softly while checking the inside for any potential changes or efficiencies, only to find a picture of Yoohyeon resting there on top of the hand sanitizer, a cheshire grin on her face frozen on the film forever.

...a new day comes to me again.

A door suddenly opened behind you, sounds of spazzy shuffling echoing throughout the hollow stairwell, and you jumped, looking up at the source of the noise, only to see Yoohyeon.

“If you’re going...”

She adjusted the sniper rifle on her back, shifting her small bag of medicine and supplies to the side as she jogged down the steps to you.

“...I’m coming with you.”

Your smile grew just a little wider.

Indeed, it was a new day.

A/N: Hello! I’ve seen way too much Yoohyeon lately (not really possible, but you know what I mean), so I decided to write a fluffier piece for one of my personal favorite idols out there, especially since I listened to Dreamcatcher for the first time within the past 6 months (THEY’RE BOPS, I TELL YOU, BOPS). Anyways, I wanted to tone down on the smut a little because of my fluffy smooth-brained writing tendencies, so this is basically what happened. Also, I hope all you B99 maniacs liked the little reference I made (Nine-nine!), and as always, asks are welcome and appreciated. Thank you for reading!

Also, a shoutout to @nsfwflint​ for inadvertently inspiring me to write this :)

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Fluffy Smut (6) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: May 5th, 2024

part one, part two, part three, part four. part five

4 Ways to Spice up your Sex Life (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: Phil thinks it's time for them to move out of their apartment and into a house of their own and what better way to surprise his boyfriend than to look at some property websites to try and narrow down their options for potential houses. If only Dan didn't stumble on one of these websites on Phil's laptop and come to a completely different conclusion.

Phil was tired of him and wants to move out. It was now up to Dan to get back Phil's interest in him and what better way to do that than to look on the internet for ways to spice up a relationship? Follow Dan's adventures as he follows the steps on a love article to try and spice up his and Phil's sex life. Nothing can go wrong....

all sorts of not sleeping (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: Insomnia can be caused by an infinite number of reasons. Here are five of theirs.

Beetles Bath And Beyond - phantasticlizzy

Summary: Phil just wanted a relaxing bath. Just wanted to soak in the warm water for an hour, listen to some music and read some Buffy comics. What he didn’t want, however, was to have his bath with a million beetles surrounding him from all sides, turning his relaxing time into an actual nightmare.

familiar faces (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: there's a handsome tesco delivery man standing in phil's doorway and he can't figure out where he recognises him from. until he does

get my good side (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil try to film a sex tape (just for them)

Ignorance is (definitely not) bliss (ao3) - RachelIsWriting

Summary: After Dan surprises Phil by agreeing to his stupid fake relationship plan to impress the bosses at his company we spend the week with them in New York. Where Phil tries desperately to think of everything but Dan, and Dan tries everything he can to make sure that doesn’t happen.

insatiable (ao3) - gogystyle

Summary: What happened before Dan took those three selfies.

I Will Be Loving You (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: Dan and Phil spend their first Valentine's Day out of the closet.

Kiss Me Through The Camera (ao3) - PoisonWrites

Summary: "Phil wasn’t a stranger to seducing someone with just his words, so why was flirting with Dan the equivalent of digging to China with a teaspoon?"

Luxury (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: It was early, the dark edging on predawn translucent. The birds were only beginning to chirp. Here, nestled so deep in nature, the Costa Rican jungle all around their treehouse hotel, Dan could feel the hush of morning rising all around him. Phil was still asleep, breaths deep and even. Phil was exhausted--they both were really--but this was something Dan wanted to share with him.

Mornings - xDeathMelodiesx

Summary: ‘The raven haired man buried his face in Dan’s neck and kissed the silky, smooth skin there, “Morning baby.”

Dan shifted a bit so he could get better access to the delicate flesh, a breathy sigh of content escaping his lips. Soft lips continued to move across the expanse of skin, Dan’s breathing getting heavier by the minute. He could feel himself grow in his underwear, arousal beginning to pool in his abdomen.’

one second (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: When you spend your life getting glimpses of a myriad of possible futures every time you get a little emotional, you tend to lose sight of reality, of the present; a bad day turns into a bad week because all you see are the worst-case futures. You get a little excited about something, things start to go your way, but then all you can see are the realities where things are even better. Life tends not to measure up.

Or the one where Dan meets Phil on a plane, and maybe reality starts to become better than even Dan could predict.

Saved (ao3) - enbybxtch

Summary: With a previously abusive relationship and wrists littered with scars, Dan won't let himself fall for the boy who is trying to help him. But what happens when he does? He starts falling harder than ever.

seasons change (ao3) - sadlybunny

Summary: The boy is irresistible. He’s got that “couldn’t be bothered” attitude that has always intrigued Phil, always made him want to know Danny a little bit better. Phil knows falling in love with his best friend’s younger brother is wrong. But he just can’t seem to do the right thing.

The Literal Other Half (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan arrives at Manchester University and feels a bit lost, luckily he gets an upperclassman as a tour guide and mentor of sorts. Coffee dates, friends and a lot of laughter finally enter his life - along with love.

The neighbors (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan and Phil have a little fun in the hotel room. Kath needs caffeine.

You are Beautiful (ao3) - ironicallyrad (snakedolls)

Summary: Prompt:. “dan doesn’t want to have sex cuz he’s feeling insecure about his body (maybe it’s after Christmas and he gained a bit of weight or something) so Phil makes him stand in front of a mirror and look at himself while he undressed him and gives him lil kisses all over and tells him everything he like about him and then they do the do and just really cute fluffy smut that focuses on making dan happy”

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His Ink On My Skin (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/reLbF5U3QP TV Show: Teen Wolf Pairings: Stiles Stilinski/Peter Hale Status: Ongoing Summary: There were words yet to be said, emotions yet to unfold, promises and secrets yet to be shared, but inked on skin, he weaved magic on him, and Peter could only guess as to how or why he even chose him. Notes: I DO NOT OWN THE MEDIA IN ANY …

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Uuuuuugh I love a soft smut. I love a tough boy being soft. I love Pero. I’m just all about this.

The way he adores her is so beautiful. It hurts to know that he has to take himself away form this on the regular, he seems so happily in love. Really lovely.

Hi P 💕

an idea for you: calling Pero “hermoso”

Bby omg this made me so soft thinking about this and ahh I hope your prepared for some soft fluffy smut🥺

Hermoso

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Warnings: soft smut, P in V (wrap it bby’s), yeah honestly this is just some fluff

Word count: 1.5K

The sun was setting around you both, the sky tinged in hues of yellow, orange, purple, and blue. The sign of another day passed, another day closer to being parted again. Your lips were soft against Pero’s rough, your hands running through his freshly cut hair pulling him closer to you. Your time with each other was limited, Pero would leave soon again on another journey and you both still had so much missed time to catch up on.

Hermoso, you had called him as the sun set a golden glow against his sunkissed, scarred skin. You had been caressing his face, running your fingers through his freshly trimmed beard, staring into those warm mahogany eyes. Pero had rolled his eyes, the ghost of a smile on his face giving away his true feelings on the compliment. You had pressed a soft kiss to his scar, whispering the word again, Hermoso. The word escaping your lips makes him immediately melt against you, wanting to hear you say it again. Something about you calling him handsome made him feel like less of the monster that he thought he was, never thinking anyone, let alone a woman as beautiful as you, could believe that of him.

The air was cool around your bare wet skin, yet you were warm with Pero’s broad body pressed against yours. His strong arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close, back pressed against the river’s edge as he filled you. You gasped against his mouth. How you had ached to feel him again, months of worry, of not knowing he was okay, all forgotten as he pressed himself into you so intimately.

The fragrance of both of your oils filled the air, your lavender and rose water mixing with his of cedar, clove, and citrus. It felt intoxicating, binding, your head falling back as his warm mouth started kissing down your neck, sucking a fresh mark on your clean skin. You moan underneath him, legs wrapping around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his back as he starts thrust into you after letting you adjust to his thick length.

Pero was a rough man, he had a permanent scowl on his face, the scar that ran down his eyes causing more fear to run down a man’s spine than his loathsome attitude. Pero was short with everyone, to the point, he spoke little but with meaning. He was blunt and sarcastic, constantly irritable, and not afraid to let his sword or axe do the talking for him.

That was Pero to most, with you he was a whole other man. That scowl could turn into a smile that made your heart swoon in a way you never believed possible. His narrowed and constant glare could soften and light up around you. He was not afraid to be rough with you when you asked, your own tongue was not afraid to spit as much venom back to him or to beg him to claim you in the filthiest of ways. But when you both went long without each other as this, he always made sure to make love to you, to claim you softly, slowly, wanting to feel every part of you around him, savor the moment of having you again.

“I missed you so much chiquita,” he breathes against your skin, accent thick like honey, dripping with love and desire. “You were all I could think about, mi corazoncita”

You let out a soft gasp as he sets a steady pace, hitting that sensitive spot that he knew made you lose all your senses. “Gods….I missed you too querido...you wouldn’t have t-to if you…if you just stayed,” your words come out barely above a whisper. Pleasure seeping through your veins, clouding your mind.

Pero chuckles, warm brown eyes looking up at you as he kisses down your chest, “Such a sassy mouth si? Not even the time apart from your lover can control that expressive tongue.”

“I think you rather enjoy this expressive tongue, no, querido?” you ask with a smirk before it dissolves, turning into a moan as he grips your hips tighter, his wet tongue swirling around one of your peaked nipples. Your eyes shut at the feeling of his mouth on you, tugging on his hair to pull him closer.

Pero loved seeing you like this, making you forget about everything around you both, even your thoughts, with the right touch. He had learned your body, the siren call of it faltering as he enjoyed making it sing for him instead. Hermoso, the word replayed in his head. He wondered if you knew you were like nothing he had ever seen, the most beautiful thing in his world. No place he had traveled to, no matter the view, could compare to the way you looked body warm, lips bright and puff, and eyes rolled back, hair loose behind you, and so responsive for him and only him. It made that cold part of him, the part of him that shut out everyone else in the world just completely melt for you.

You made him feel like a honorable man, a man worth living to be, a man that wanted to work to give you all that you deserved. He hated to be apart from you as much as you did him but he knew selling his sword was the only way to continue to give you all the luxuries you deserved to have and more.

Hermoso. You were so silky and smooth underneath him, he didn’t know how he lived going so long with being able to have you like this daily. No woman had ever possessed him the way you had and he wouldn’t want it any other way. You were as much his as he was yours and just the thought had him thrusting into you deeper, his mouth moving from your beautiful breasts back to your lips. He swallowed your moan as his free hand went down to rub your aching clit that had been begging for his touch.

He rubs you delicately, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing gentle circles, applying the right pressure, watching the pleasure ready to spill over from you. One hand tugs at his hair, the other gripping into his back, nails digging in leaving little crescent shapes in his skin. He watches your head fall back against the soft grass, eyes fighting to stay open, you were close so close. He continues his sweet torment on your body, you whimpering “I love you” underneath him.

You can barely think of anything other than how good Pero feels inside you, the way his thumb was increasing speed and pressure, the way your heart was racing as he brought you to your sweet end. You could do nothing but feel, his touch, the way the heat was moving through you, the need. You felt speechless, practically mindless. You felt his love with each thrust, with each whisper of “Chiquita you’re doing so good, so beautiful.” and “Te amo, I don’t ever want to leave your sweet warmth.”

You fall apart around him, the soft whisper of “Pero” escaping your lips as your orgasm takes over. Pero watches the bliss come over your face, the way your eyes roll back before they close shut, moan after moan escaping you as he continues to thrust, his own orgasm overtaking. He milks it out of you both, letting the pleasure take over you both, painting your soft walls with his cum.

“I love having you fill me up, hermoso,” you manage to breathe out, a lazy smile on your face as he stills inside you, your walls releasing him from its sweet hold. He pulls out, admiring your afterglow, the setting sun only making you seem more enchanting.

Pero smiles at you, hand reaching up to caress your cheek, “As I love filling you chiquita.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, a thought occurring to you as you look back up at him.

“Maybe this river will help in blessing us with a little one,” you whisper softly. Pero looks at you, the way your eyes are shining under the last of the day’s light, and he feels a tug in his heart, the thought of a family with you, a little one, the perfect mixture of you both running around.

Pero kisses you deeply, a giggle escaping your lips. “Espero que si querida, may the gods bless us,” he murmurs against your lips. “Now, let’s get back to the cottage si? I don’t want you to catch a cold and I want to have you dripping in my seed.” He nips at your ear and you practically moan already feeling that bubbling of desire.

Pero helps you out of the river, wrapping you in a wool blanket to keep you warm as he gathers your bottles of oil and soap. He wraps a blanket around his torso, looking up at the shining moon, thanking whatever god above for deeming him worthy of such a life.

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One Vote = 150 words to be written!

Adding in the due words from last time, too... Oof.

5620 words owing on HH, 4332 words owing on OTT (WETSETH was finished, so remains were split between the three current projects!)

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Title: Only You Pairing:  Todomomo Rating: E (This is NSFW) Word Count:  5,303 Read on Ao3 Summary: 

After graduation, Shouto and Momo decide to share their first time together, despite being nervous about it.

Full fic under the cut! For @amaisenshi‘s birthday!!! ILU GIRL SO MUCH!!! Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for betaing! <3

Shouto is staring at the floor, his gaze fixated on one spot for a reason only Momo can place; she sees his hands trembling gently against the bed.

"Shouto..." she whispers. The name still sounds a bit foreign on her tongue. It's only been a few months since they started referring to each other by their first names. But they've been together for over a year, almost two.

"..." He doesn't answer and Momo tries her best not to panic. She likes to think she's gotten her rolling, anxious thoughts under control; Shouto doesn't do things he doesn't want to, he's very kind, considerate, but blunt.

They wouldn't be here if he didn't want to be. She reminds herself of that.

In general, they've taken their relationship slow and for that, Momo is grateful. She's never been in a rush, not like Mina-chan or Toru-chan who made bets about who would be the first of the girls to lose their virginity. It took Shouto and Momo awhile to hold hands, and kiss even... so this... is a fairly large step. (Needless to say, the girls certainly didn't bet on them, which Momo is also thankful for.)

She swallows and moves to sit next to him on the edge of the bed, her fingers curling over his. "We don't-"

"No. I want to," he mutters.

But it's difficult; she knows.

Shouto has always been a little slower when it comes to social things. He's quieter, blunt still, and while showing affection is something he wants to do, he has a difficult time with it. Momo doesn't mind. She much prefers to be private with him.

She leans towards him, but he turns to her, stopping her movement. "Momo-"

"Mmm!" she squeaks, biting on her lip as she stares at him, her eyes wide.

Her reaction elicits a chuckle from him, his lips curling up into the most gentle smile. "What's with that face?" he asks, his eyes looking at her with such kindness.

Shouto is the most handsome boy Momo has ever seen. Or maybe she should call him a man now. As of this evening, they are adults, no longer students.

"I-It's nothing!" she says, waving her hands quickly. She tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear and bites on her lip. "I know... we talked about this... but if you don't feel ready we don't have to do anything."

It was something they discussed; spending the night together just the two of them after their graduation night. The ceremony was at a fancy hotel, with a beautiful after party. Instead of going home after, they decided to spend the night together in said hotel.

"I want to..." he says, repeating the line again, like it's a mantra he's saying over and over. The words slip from his lips on a sigh, dripping to the bed.

"Can you tell me... what you're thinking right now?"

It's a line they use with each other often, when Shouto retreats to his own mind and when Momo is consumed by overwhelming thoughts... they try and check in, to be on the same page with one another.

He pulls in a long breath and lifts his eyes to look at her. "I don't... know," he mutters. It's probably his honest feelings. A lot of times Shouto struggles to pinpoint why he feels how he does, though usually it goes back to his family life. By now, Momo knows enough about the Todorokis to know it's not something Shouto enjoys lingering on in his thoughts.

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispers finally.

"Shouto," Momo says, her hand wrapping around his gently. "You will never hurt me. I-I mean..." She purses her lips. "Mina-chan told me it hurts a little for every girl their first time but... but you won't be doing it on purpose!"

He bites down on his lip, glancing at her hands. "That's not what I mean..."

"Hm?" She blinks, trying to hide her confusion.

"Are you sure you feel ready?" he asks, but Momo wonders if that's what he truly means. Concern flickers in his multi-colored eyes. Shouto is beautiful, honestly. The care in his eyes only solidifies her choice.

She nods once, with conviction. "Mhm," she says. "It's you. I trust you with my everything."

"I trust you with my everything," he replies, using her own words. She knows he's being honest.

She, above anyone else, knows the most about him. She knows about his mother, and she's met her a few times. She knows about his father and how Shouto feels about the man; she's met him a few times too, and though they've always been polite, she knows what kind of person he is deep down.

She knows how his roots have settled under Shouto's skin. They burn him still, scarring him more than the scar over his left eye.

"I promise you," she says, "I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't feel ready."

She almost wonders if she should've waited for him to suggest they try sex for the first time, but of course, she had accidentally blurted it out after their kissing got intense one evening.

They were sat in her room studying together when he pressed his lips to hers, the two of them kissing. She always lost herself in his lips, her body melting against his, her hands shaking like gelatin.

She let out a squeak and when he pulled away, she spoke the words faster than her mental filter could process.

"Should we try... making love?"

Oh, and she said it so lamely too! She had wanted to cover her face and hide forever, assuming Shouto would think she was some... sex-crazed fool when all they had done was kiss!

The look on his face that day was priceless, jaw dropped, eyes blinking, but admittedly, Momo was thankful when he said he wanted to.

He had seemed so sure that day, and now, he seems like he's about to curl in on himself even more, like he does when his mind wanders too far, focusing on things from his past.

She wonders...

Her free hand comes up to Shouto's cheek, and gently strokes his face.

"Shouto..." She says, her thumb gently brushing beneath his scar. "You're nothing like him. We... have talked and we both want to."

He flinches at the words for a moment, but Momo looks at him with her gentle, dark eyes.

"I love you," he whispers, as if to reassure himself.

It's not as if they never confessed their deeper feelings for each other, but something about the way Shouto says it makes Momo's heart race every time.

"I love you too," she replies and leans forward to brush their lips together.

"I just... I know what he's like... I know she couldn't have... enjoyed..." He shakes his head at the unpleasant thoughts. "I just want to be sure..."

"I know," she says, pausing for a moment to think. "Well, technically... I asked you." Her cheeks heat up. How could she have been so forward?!

He smiles, as if reading her thoughts. "I'm... glad you did." He pauses and leans forward, pecking her lips again. It makes her stomach flip, even though she's experienced it so many times.

He leans his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to be scared of this... with you..."

She doesn't imagine Shouto being scared of many things. She knows him well, and has seen how brave he is in the face of villains who could decimate his entire body, and yet... this is what scares him.

"You don't have to be," she says, coaxing him gently. She doesn't want to force him to do anything too fast, and truthfully, she would much prefer to do things at a slower pace.

He places his hand on her knee, sliding it up her thigh slowly. The touch tickles, even against her tights, little shocks tingle against her skin.

A breath slips from her lips, her stomach fluttering as the feeling trickles down to her lower abdomen. She wants him to touch her, and it takes all her being not to lock her knees.

His other hand cups her cheek, tilting her chin towards him as he takes his lips against her own. His lips are soft, caressing hers so slowly. From what she recalls, their kisses have improved, Shouto's lips always making hers feel warm, even when his breath is cool, like the ice in his body slipping is into his breath.

A throaty hum vibrates from her throat and she knows her face is heating up. How embarrassing it is, to let such noises escape from the confines of her body, her deep desires rising to the surface.

"Shouto," she breathes, his name slipping from her lips.

"My Momo," he says, after taking a moment to suck on her lower lip. So far this is familiar territory; something they've experienced time and time again. Still, it doesn't feel old.

Her finger brush over his forehead, stroking at his white locks. "Should I... lay down, maybe?"

He nods, "Okay."

The bed is large and very plush; when Momo moves herself back, she falls against the pillow, her dark hair fanning out behind her as her head sinks into the soft cushion. The bottom of her red dress splays out against the pink comforter.

She notices him freeze momentarily, staring at her lying down before he crawls over, hovering above her. "What?" she whispers.

"No, you just... you... look very beautiful."

She immediately turns her head to the side, her cheeks on fire. "T-Thank you!" she gasps.

He chuckles again, and she's happy to hear the sound, he's calming down perhaps, or at least enough to be willing to laugh. "You're cute when you get a little flustered."

She scrapes her teeth across her bottom lip, turning to face him. "I know you do it on purpose."

"Maybe," he says quietly, leaning down to kiss her again.

This time, she slides her hand up his shoulder, her fingers brushing over his neck. She gently touches at the red and white hairs which tickle his hairline.

His tongue slips between her lips and she welcomes him, opening her mouth. She likes when their kisses get like this, slightly heated. He curls his tongue around hers and she hums against his lips. Her knees rub together, the tights making a small noise. She wants him between her legs... and she tries not to squeak when she thinks that.

As silly as it is, they haven't done much more than this; passionate kissing is fun, but her heart races at the thought.

She swallows, pressing her other hand tight against her chest. She wants to ask... wants to see if it's okay...

"Shouto... Can you..."

"Hm?" he says and sits back, looking at her.

She pushes herself up too, reaching behind her back to unzip her dress.

"O-Oh!" Shouto catches on, leaning forward to help her. The zipper's whir is loud in the quiet room and Momo's breathing grows shallow. It's not as if Shouto hasn't seen her skin, her hero costume doesn't exactly leave much to the imagination, but this level of intimacy is so different.

His throat bobs as his mismatched eyes watch the sleeves which gracefully fall down her shoulders. She moves her hips, sliding it down more so all that's left is her lacy red bra and her tights and panties.

Shouto stares then, his eyes fixed on her body. She feels their gaze trace over every roll and curve. They linger briefly on the small scar on her tummy from when she was attacked in the field. "What..." she mumbles. "Is it... too much?"

"N-No!" he says, much louder than he was speaking before.

"Are you sure?" she asks, pressing her teeth into her bottom lip.

He leans forward to kiss her once more. "I'm positive," he says.

"Okay," she whispers, and her fingers gently stroke over the top of his tie. "Can I..."

"O-Oh... Mhm..." he nods, helping her pull the tie down and over his head. She slowly unbuttons his shirt, joining her dress in a pile on the floor.

She runs her fingers down his arm, sometimes forgetting how defined his muscles are. His skin is soft, the thick muscles rippling against her fingertips. He's handsome, not that Momo didn't know that before.

She sits back and he follows her, laying against her. His fingers slowly touch up her stomach. She wants him to go higher, to give her breasts the attention they desire. She's tempted to take her bra off so he can fully touch, especially at her nipples, hardened against the lace material.

Her hips roll down ever so slightly, and she strokes her fingers through his hair. "It... might be easier if you were... on top..." she suggests softly.

"O-Oh... is that okay?" he asks, rolling towards her, placing his hands on either side of her head.

She nods, and adjusts her legs so he can settle between them and, ah, there it is...

She gasps, sucking in air when she feels his slight bulge pressing against her own hips.

"What?" He freezes, panic slipping through his eyes.

"N-Nothing... I-I just... you..." She rolls her hips against his and she sees his eyes twitch.

"O-Oh... yeah... looking at you... it can do that sometimes," he admits shyly.

She can't help but giggle. "W-Well that's okay! I-I mean in this case it's a good thing right? We couldn't do it if you weren't..."

"True..." he says, and kisses her again.

She doesn't want to rush it and she doesn't want to ruin the pace they have, but she wishes, oh how she wishes he would kiss her neck, or touch her breasts.

"Momo," he says quietly, his hand ghosting over her chest.

"Yes," she breathes.

"Can I-"

"Please," she urges, cutting him off.

"Right. Okay."

She notices the way his eyes trail over her cleavage and then down to her stomach. His fingers slip under her bra and a soft whimper leaves her lips. "Please, Shouto..." she moans. "I... I want you to."

Nodding, he brushes his fingers over her hard nipples and she jerks towards him, almost involuntarily. "Mmmm..." she hums,

"Is this good?" he asks, groping at her chest from under her bra.

"M-Maybe we should just... take it off?"

He swallows. "If you're comfortable with that."

Momo blushes. She's not ashamed of her body, but the intimacy of it is terrifying. She knows Shouto will never judge her, he's not that kind of a person, but... baring her body completely is terrifying.

But she wants to...

She sits up and reaches behind her back, unhooking the red bra. She shrugs her shoulders back, allowing the straps to fall gently down her arms, holding her own breasts in place while she slips it off.

Letting her breasts go, they bounce a bit, resting on her chest. Shouto's cheeks are almost immediately red, his eyes not leaving her chest.

"Y-You're staring," she whispers, glancing down.

"W-What?! Uh..." he swallows. "They're... you're..." He covers his eyes with his hand and shakes his head. "Y-You're... beautiful, they're really nice... I just..."

Shouto isn't a man of many words and when he loses his train of thought, he's even worse. A smile pulls across her cheeks, unable to control her small giggle. "I'm... glad you like them?" she asks.

"Yes!" he blurts out. The two of them lock eyes for a moment, before laughing together.

"I still want you to touch them-I mean, me! I mean... them too... I guess..." Her sentence trails off weakly, and she turns to look at him again.

This time, he leans forward, gently cupping under one of them. His left hand is warm, but it sends a shiver down her spine, especially when he squeezes gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

"Mmph..." she sighs, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Is it okay?"

She nods. "You can touch more... if you want."

He presses his lips back against hers, pushing her back down to the pillow while he begins to grope at her breast. "I like... the sounds you make," he mutters against her lips, gently rolling the bud of her nipple between his fingertips.

"Ah! Sh-Shouto!" she gasps, her chest thrusting up towards his finger. It's embarrassing, but she can't help but kiss him back, her body rolling towards his. She can still feel him against her hips, and she's eager to know... an itch she's desperate to scratch.

Despite her embarrassment, the noises seem to spur him on. He brings his other hand under her breasts, touching both of her nipples between his fingers.

"Mmmm..." she moans into his mouth, sighing against his lips. It makes her lower half tingle, her body completely on fire. More... she wants him to touch her more. "More..." The word slips from her lips before she can stop herself.

"More?" he asks.

She nods, knowing her body wants this. It surprises her, how heated she feels, how much she wants to beg for him to do something about the heat pooling between her legs. She's felt the hints of this sensation before, but never to this extreme.

He pulls back from her, pecking at her jaw, before he moves his head down, wrapping his lips around her left nipple. His mouth is even better than his fingers, warm and wet... it makes her chest tingle, sending pleasurable shock waves down her spine, straight to her core.

"Hah... Shouto!" she gasps, her hand brushing through his red and white locks.

"Too much?" he asks, turning to look at her with concerned eyes.

She swallows and takes a breath. "N-No... Please..."

"More?" he says, using her word from earlier.

"Yes," she sighs, her voice breathy and needy.

He takes her nipple back into his mouth, sucking on her while he rolls the other between his fingers. Her body is trembling so much and she simultaneously never wants him to stop and wants him to go lower. To ask for that seems so embarrassing.

"Hah..." She covers her mouth with the back of her palm, letting her chest arch up into his mouth. When he switches sides, she gasps again, her breathing shallow.

He runs his hand down her stomach, her body trembling at the touch. It feels good to feel him close to her, but he stops when he gets the edge of her tights, his finger curling around the waistband. She pauses, noticing he's panting himself. His warm breath is hitting her cool nipple and it only makes her chest feel hotter.

"Shouto..." she breathes. "It's okay..." She reaches her own fingers down, hooking them around her tights. "I want you to," she whispers.

"I want to," he says back, but she can see the hesitation in his eyes. He's looking at her like she's uncharted territory, something he might not be able to figure it out. "Just... tell me if I do something wrong," he says.

"I will, but... I believe in you," she breathes. Her cheeks are still flushed, her body heated and quite frankly, she’s convinced she might explode if he doesn't keep going. She's not alone, either. His cheeks are still red, his breath shallow, and all evidence points to Shouto being just as pent up.

He curls his fingers around her tights and panties, slowly rolling them down. His fingers feel rough against her smooth legs as he follows the movement of the garment.

He sighs, looking at her naked body laying on the bed. He looks at her with desperate eyes, filled with a passion and a hunger she hasn't seen from him before. It's a face she finds she likes, one that feels private and special; for her eyes only.

"I-I meant it when I said you were beautiful."

"I know you did..."

He leans down and brushes their lips together. "Thank you... for showing all of yourself to me."

Her chest swells at that, the emotions bubbling in her chest threatening to come out. "I-I love you... of course I... I would do this. With you and only you," she says against his lips, kissing him.

"I want to... do it all with you. Can I... prepare you?" he asks, so formally, but then again, Momo probably would've said it the same way.

She nods, pecking his lips again. "I trust you."

Hips twitching, she feels his finger stroke over her lower abdomen as he tucks his fingers between her legs. "You ready?" he asks, his voice husky and tight.

She swallows and nods, taking a deep breath. All the books she read and advice she received said to relax. It's Shouto, she trusts him, she knows she can.

Gently, he runs his finger over her wet folds. "You're... wet." He observes, and slowly begins to push the finger inside, his eyes widening as he pushes it fully inside of her. "And warm."

"T-That's probably a good sign," she grunts, rotating her hips.

"Is it okay?" he asks, running his other hand gently over her smooth stomach.

She nods, taking a deep breath. "Mhm... I-I just... want to stay relaxed."

"Tell me if I hurt you," he says immediately. She notices him glance down, pulling his arm back as he takes his finger out of her. He pulls back and slowly pushes it back in, brushing his thumb over her swollen nub.

"NGH!" she gasps, her eyes widening as her toes curl against the bed, her knees rising up. The pleasure jolts through her when his thumb pushes on the sensitive spot.

"Was that... good?" he asks, rubbing it gently. She clenches around him hard and he's breathing heavily. "I... I like seeing you like this, Momo. You look beautiful and you sound... incredible."

"Mhm..." she breathes. "It's... good..." She rolls her hips, her dark eyes staring at him. He's so calm right now, taking every step so methodically. She can see the gears in his mind turning as he rubs at her, making her muscles spasm with delight. "You can... do more," she says, wanting to urge him on.

"I'll add another," he replies, pushing two digits inside of her. His fingers curve and another jolt of pleasure rolls down her spine, her body clenching around him hard.

"H-Hah... S-Shouto!" she yelps, breathing heavily now. She wants him to do it faster, now that she knows he can make her body practically vibrate.

"Too much?" he asks again.

This time she shakes her head back and forth against the pillow. "No... please keep... more..." Why is forming sentences so difficult?

He pushes his two fingers inside and out of her, scissoring them and brushing against her clit with his thumb. Her knees tremble, her core feeling tight. Tension is rising and rising, her chest heaving with each pump of his fingers.

"I want it..." she breathes out.

"What?" he gasps, clearly turned on by stretching her. He presses a third in without asking and the sensation is more intense, pressure building up in her insides.

"I want you," she whimpers, louder than she original meant. She clenches around his fingers, her hips thrusting towards him. If she can just angle herself a little more... she'll be close... she can feel it building and building...

But she doesn't want it to end.

Not yet... Not when he hasn't...

"W-Wait... wait, wait... Shouto!" she gasps, curling her fingers into the sheets to clench hard, her breasts bouncing light when she stops her movement.

He immediately stops. "Momo! Are you hurt?" he asks.

"N-No..." she says, trying to breathe and speak at the same time. "I... I didn't want to... without you."

"Want to what-" He glances down at his fingers inside of her, his cheeks flushing so red. "A-Ah! Were you... going to?" he asks.

"C-Close..." she admits.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers out and her body trembles. Her insides are throbbing, begging for the relief she denied herself. "Shouto... Can we..."

"Yeah," he says, pulling back to unbutton his pants. "Admittedly... I've... been wanting to take these off." Sliding down his pants, his cock is completely hard, the tip dripping with his precum.

She swallows, suddenly very aware his cock is much bigger than his fingers. "R-Right! Condoms!" she gasps and rolls over to reach into the drawer, pulling out the small packet.

"Here. I can do it," Shouto says, sitting back down on the bed. Taking the packet from her, He tears it open, rolling the condom down his length.

His eyes flutter shut, and he takes a moment to pull in a few breaths. "Mmm..." he sighs, his words muffled.

"Shouto... are you okay?" Momo asks, pushing herself up on her elbows to look at the boy she loves so much. She wants him to be comfortable.

"Yeah... I just... I... I thought about being inside of you... and how good it would feel and it was... almost too much," he sighs, opening his eyes.

"R-Really?" she says, surprised he would be that affected by her.

"Of course," he says. "The idea of doing this with you is almost overwhelming." He pauses, quickly adding, "in a good way..."

"Are you ready?" she asks, laying herself back down to adjust her hips.

"Mhm... are you?" He climbs towards her, lining himself up with her, settling between her legs.

"I am," she breathes, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling their lips together one more time.

She feels his tip against her entrance and she breathes, knowing she needs to relax. She’s certain it's going to hurt a little... even with the preparation, even with how wet she is... how ready she is... she's certain it's going to be a lot.

He starts to push in, his cock thick and warm. Her walls immediately clench, the pressure pooling between her legs. She breathes in deeply and he looks at her. "Should I stop? Is it too much?"

She shakes her head. "It's not! I promise... Please don't stop." The last thing she wants is for him to pull out and start over.

"Okay..." he says and presses his lips to her forehead. "I don't like making you uncomfortable."

She wraps her legs around his waist, hoping it will open up her hips more, allowing him to slide in easier. He pushes again and lets out a sigh. "There..." he says. "I'm in."

Her fingertips dig into his back, pressing so hard against his skin. He's filling her completely and she tries to breathe as normally as possible. She feels like her mind is about to go blank, completely surrounded by him. "O-Okay..." she sighs, rocking her hips up towards him.

"Okay?" he breathes and lets his head fall against her shoulder. He's panting hard, sweat rolling down his back. She didn't realize how much this would affect him.

"Shouto?" she says, leaning her head towards him. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah..." he pants, pushing himself up to look at her. "I... was trying not to move too soon."

"It's okay... you can..."

"Okay," he says, pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them back in. His body shivers and she clings to him, her insides feeling heated.

Pushing his hands against the pillows, she's pleased when he picks up speed, thrusting into her faster, and the muscles in his back pulse against her fingers. "Shouto..." She breathes his name in his ear and he grunts, moving into her faster.

He turns to her cheek, peppering kisses across her jaw and chin until he reaches her lips.

"Momo," he whispers, breathing heavily.

"Mmmm," she moans, nipping at his lip. She loves how close their bodies are, how connected she feels to him.

"I love you," he breathes, sliding his hands down to her hips. His palms scoop under her ass, gripping her gently as he angles her to push in deeper.

She gasps, her head pressing back into the pillow, her chest heaving, breasts bouncing against her chest as he thrusts into her. "I-I love you too..." she moans, clutching at the sheets.

Their skin presses together, their movements and moans echoing in the ornate hotel room. Shouto grunts when he pushes down and Momo lets out a deep moan, especially when his tip goes especially deep, pushing against spots of pleasure Momo had no idea existed. "Ah! S-Shouto!" she whimpers, rolling her hips to match his thrusts.

It feels incredible and he moves over her again, bringing their lips together. His pace is faster, his hips thrusting quicker, moving deeper into her. "I-I... M-Momo... I..."

"Mmm... M-Me too... Shouto... please... T-Touch..." She wishes she could find the words easier, but she's grateful Shouto understands her without much explanation. He reaches his hand down, rubbing at the spot which made her absolutely jolt before. "There, yes..." she breathes, her hips thrusting towards him.

The familiar tension is back, the feeling in her body rising and rising. "S-Shouto!" she gasps, wrapping her arms around his back as she finishes, her orgasm washing over her. The pleasure throbs through her core, pulsing around him. "Ahh!" she sighs, letting her head drop back, each vertebrae in her spine twitching.

"I... I... w-wow..." he pants, holding onto her while he begins to rapidly thrust into her, chasing his own finish. "Momo I-I... I'm... hah... Ngh!" He pushed himself in deep, his head falling forward, sweat rolling down his cheek. She feels him twitch inside of her, his cock emptying into the condom.

"Hah... hah... Momo..." he sighs, pecking at her lips.

"Shouto..." she breathes out, cupping his cheeks. "I love you."

He nuzzles at her cheek, pressing his nose against her skin. "I love you more."

"That's not fair," she sighs, still breathing heavily.

"Oh it isn't?" he asks, a soft chuckle slipping through his breath. He reluctantly pulls back, pulling out of her to tie off the condom and toss it away.

She turns to the side, staring at his naked body. For a moment, it confuses her, seeing him completely bare in front of her; a strange sensation, even though she's just as naked currently.

"What?" he asks, catching her gaze when he comes out of the bathroom from washing his hands.

"Nothing," she says softly. "I just..." She's not sure how to word it.

He moves back to the bed, pulling the covers back and she moves herself to lie underneath. The bed feels cool against her naked skin. Snuggling next to her he gently runs a finger over her shoulder. "You just... what?" he says, prompting her again.

"I'm... happy we... shared this together," she says.

He smiles and leans down to kiss her. "I... really am too. I apologize for being so paranoid at first. Hopefully it... wasn't horrible for you." He looks down, his face filled with uncertainty.

"Shouto, I promise you, it was perfect. Mostly because it was with you, but it also was good," she giggles, rubbing their noses together.

"Good, I wanted to make sure you enjoyed it," he mutters.

"I know. I did," she says, brushing her thumb over his cheek. "I wouldn't mind if we did it again sometime." She wants to suggest the morning, but that's probably too soon... isn't it?

"I wouldn't mind that either," he says. "I only ever want to share this with you."

Momo blinks, unsure if Shouto realizes what he's saying. However, Momo can only agree she feels the same. She can't imagine ever leaving Shouto, ever losing him... she loves him with all of her being, enough to give her entire self to him and she never wants to do that for anyone else. This is... special.

"Only you," she whispers. She snuggles close to him, more comfortable than ever to sleep next to him.

[bottomdanlibrary]

Something Wonderful

After an issue with flower theft, the boy Phil’s been stealing from takes something of his–his heart.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fluffysmut (5) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: May 5th, 2024

part one, part two, part three, part four, part six

A Koi pond, love, sex, and all the crap that comes with it (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan can't sleep, but Phil can. Dan thinks too much. What happens after the tour?

Allergic To Colour - manchestereyes

Summary: ‘Dan gets a rash and Phil soothes him. (And they enjoy some cherry blossoms.)

AmazingButt - phantasticlizzy

Summary: the one where Phil is mad at his butt for ruining everything, and Dan shows him how great his butt can be.

A Milkshake Kind Of Love - flowers-and-colored-hair

Summary: Dan plays football and Phil spray paints walls. All thanks to Dan’s crappy cell service, the two meet and a “friendship” with very nice benefits neither of them could expect blossoms.

I Love Him (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Phil had hidden who he really was for such a long time that he was scared of people knowing the truth.Luckily Dan comes into his life, making him feel safe and so extremely happy.Dan makes Phil feel less scared to be himself, and he finally feels comfortable and ready to come out and show the real side of him.No more fear, no more secrets, no more hiding.

In and Out (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Sex. It’s one of the three things in life that make Dan happy.

It’s Just the Way You Make Me Feel - phantasticlizzy

Summary: There is something about hotel rooms that makes Dan want to fuck.

It's Valentine's Baby! (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan and Phil are dad's, and they have a surprise for their little girl. She has a surprise for them as well.

Kisses (ao3) Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan and Phil had "I love you" kisses, "shut up" kisses, and "I just wanna kiss you for no reason" kisses.

One Day I'll Marry You (ao3) - FairytaleTalia

Summary: Little boy Phil waits for his daddy to return and dresses up for him. But Dan is tired. Fluffy smut ensues.

On/Off (ao3) - crazed_peanut

Summary: Dan and Phil have a 2 1/2 year old and a stressful morning.

Paradise Found (ao3) - rossendalebabe

Summary: Dan finds being a full-time internet homo suddenly overwhelming. Phil is concerned and decides his boyfriend needs to take some time out, so he whisks him away for a few days peace and quiet and to find himself again. This is mainly a very fluffy fic and although there’s some smut, it’s also very fluffy.

Partner Project (ao3) - developerdaniel

Summary: the fic where Dan and Phil are partners for a uni class project and the project brings them together a little closer than just two class partners usually are.

The Laundry Fic - elliesfics

Summary: So we all know from Dan’s latest video that he spent his early years of Uni travelling down to Phil’s flat to do ‘laundry’. Here’s that fic.

Trust (ao3) - scifi

Summary: Dan wants to try something new.

[oonajaeadira]

EZRA / PROSPECT

COMPLETED SERIES (With supplemental continuations)

A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop - Set a couple of years after the events of the film. Ezra owns a bookshop. You walk in.

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ONE SHOTS, TRINKET COLLECTION (set after the movie)

Long Fall Into Oblivion - You take a job as an aurelac prospecting trainee and you’re gonna fall in love with Ezra. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.

Ezra / Ocean - a non-explicit fluffysmut somnophilia piece.

Holding Weight - A story about guilt. Ezra forgives you for what you say when you’re angry, even if you have trouble doing it yourself.

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ONE SHOTS, OTHERS

If You Will Let My Heaven Touch Your Stars -Fluffy smut one-shot inspired by this naughty confessional.

Things Always Look Brighter in the Morning - Ezra has a few words to say when you’ve had a rough day.

The Light Between Us - While prospecting in the dark, you’re protected by the light.

Imagine going to Ikea with Ezra - A headcanon thread brought about by and in conjunction with cannedsoupsucks, cinnamon roll addition by beautyagegoodnesssize

The Ink Will Fade First - You ask Ezra to place a memorial on your skin. He asks you not to become one on his.

Golden Hour - On the last afternoon before heading off to the Green, Ezra makes some promises for the future.

Had It Coming - Ezra has little patience for pranks. He just hasn’t met the right one.

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SIX SENTENCE FICLETS

I Don’t Know If I Want To Yell At You Or Kiss You - Ezra x reader Oh, You’ve Started Stealing My Socks Now? - Ezra and Cee Tell Me When You’re Sober - Ezra x reader Winktober 2022: Breath Play - Ezra x f!reader Winktober 2022: Stripping - Ezra x f!reader Winktober 2022: Tender Sex - Ezra x f!reader Fluffbruary 2024: shower | blessed | layer - Ezra x f!reader

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EXTRAS

Erotic Dreams + Time Travel - Trope Mashups Detective AU + In Vino Veritas - Trope Mashups

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