#i plugged in different characters as little spoon

[sleeplesssmoll]

Headcanon: Big Spoon

My brain rot is more severe than usual and if you're reading this I have made it your problem. Hear me out:

As the big spoon, you can quietly escape the bed and make your way out the door so you don't accidentally disturb your partner beauty sleep. How considerate!

But as the little spoon, you need to shimmy out of their hold or physically remove their arms first. Overall there's more steps and there's a higher chance of waking them up.

Vertin hates waking up to an empty spot where someone was once so she prefers being the big spoon. Even if her partner is trying to be considerate, she'd rather wake up and properly see them off or join them for breakfast than have them slip away. She'll agree to be held but in the morning her partner ends up ensnared regardless. You have to wake her up before you go!

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Smoke session (modern!Criston Cole x Reader)

synopsis: When Criston arrives at your place for a smoke session the two of you don´t know what is about to happen, but one thing is for sure, Neither of you is going to complain about it.

warnings: drug use (smoking weed), smut, pwp basically, mutual masturbation, 69, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v, afab reader

word count: 2.1k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1 @bucknastysbabe

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“My knight in shining armour!” You greet Criston the moment he steps out of his car to walk up the driveway.

On bare feet you tap over the warm stones to wrap your arms around him for a moment before taking the plastic back out of his large hands. Then you pull him into a quick hug, earning a chuckle as he hugs you back.

“Have I ever told you that you are the best?” You giggle as the two of you go back inside.

“You might have mentioned something like that once or twice.” He chuckles, letting his dark eyes rest on you.

“Well, it can't hurt to be told again. Can it? Now come on in. I got everything ready. The only things missing are you and the snacks.” You urge him forward, settling on the couch and spreading out the bags and tubs next to drinks and spoons. Meanwhile Criston lights up the pre rolled goods and starts up the movie. Smoking and watching the TV is interrupted with little bouts of comfortable chatter here and there. While fleeting eyes caught as many glimpses as they could.

The way his lips looked wrapped so securely around the tip and how they formed around the smoke looks too tempting.

When the bud becomes too warm for you, you turn to him.

“You wanna shotgun the rest?” You hold up the bud that has two drags left.

“Sure.” Comes Criston's answer and to your surprise he plugs it from your fingers.

You shift so you can face him on the sofa and watch Criston's chest expand as he takes a deep drag from the joint. Shivering under his touch pulling you closer. Until your lips sealed for you to suck the smoke out of his lungs.

The action makes your face burn just as much as the harsh cough from the burning smoke of the weed in your lungs.

“Shit.” You curse out loud in a hoarse voice, bowing forward and away from him.

The warm palm of a hand rubs soothing circles into your back all the while. Gratefully you accept the bottle of water that you are being handed.

“Are you good?” The dark-haired man asks with a lingering smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, I´m fine. Just burns a bit.” You rasp through the unpleasant sensation in your throat.

You are still coughing lightly when you take the next drag from the joint. The two of you had been so close and the feeling of his lips on yours was out of this world. Yet your friendship had never alluded to ever potentially going in that direction. Ever.

You try to concentrate on the movie, but the little plot in it makes it all the harder.

Taking a deep breath, you let your hands slide off your body, to allow them to rest against your sides comfortably, unknowingly touching his thighs as well. Your attention is dead set on the movie that is playing on the tv and Criston´s even breathing beside you. Though it is hard to hear and understand what was going on in the movie. The two of you are quietly enjoying the buzz and the total relaxation it brought along. The silence between you is only broken when your fingers twitch instinctively. As a reaction to the movement against his thigh, Criston lets out a breathy whimper.

For the first time today, you allow yourself to really look at him, committing every last inch of him to your memory. The way the pristine white tank top puts his dark chest hair on display, the way his head is laid back to rest on the sofa as a new joint hangs from his lips. The picture your influenced mind paints is a very different one however. One that has you rubbing your thighs together in search for stimulation unconsciously.

Behind your eyelids there is a picture of Criston in the same position, but his eyes flutter and his whole body trembles. Chest heaving from overwhelming stimulation. Unbeknownst to you his thoughts drift off in a similar direction. The shorts he wears are growing tighter by the minute as his hardening cock twitches in its confines. Even more so when One of your tentative hands creeps up to lay high on his thigh, your thumb rubbing circles into it. One look towards you and he sees you sitting beside him still, eyes on the TV in a blissed-out gaze. Another shuddering breath as your thumb subconsciously pressed down a little. Instead of saying something though, one of his hands reciprocates your touch in kind. Running the length of your thigh and letting the tips of his fingers brush against where you wanted him most at the moment. There is no need for any words, you move your hips closer to his every touch and soon his hand finds its way to the zipper of your shorts, dipping below them into your lace panties easily. Slipping a finger into your wet hole.

You sigh and arch your back as he almost immediately adds a second finger and curls them inside the fluttering cunt. The sensation has his cock stirring in his pants once more, this time against your palm which had found its way up to his crotch. Freeing the hardness from the pants just enough to tease Criston back.

Swiftly you lick your palm and run it along his length. Tugging at it and teasing the sensitive tip with your thumb, earning a deep groan. Criston´s thumb toys with your delicate pearl and you completely let go.

“Oh fuck. Feels so good.” You rasp as your thighs around his hand.

It leaves more space for his thick digits to slip in deeper, reaching deeper. A pleasurable hum is the answer.

“Don't stop.” He groans. “Just like that.”

Criston passes the joint to you and steps up the pace at which he pumps his fingers into you. Just as you tug on his length faster. Neither of you can hold back the heavy breathing and escaping whines and whimpers. This had never happened before, yet there was not a single piece of mind going to that fact.

“I'm close, please…” You whimper.

The joint long forgotten in an ashtray to the side and both of your bodies trembling under the other's hand. Only for it all to suddenly stop and Criston's hand to remove itself from your core.

“I want to taste you first. Please.” Is the needy reaction you get.

Clothes carelessly fly everywhere and before you can even think of getting in any position, Criston lays down on the couch and gently pulls you by the hips until you hover over his face. Hands propped up on his bare thighs, gasping for air as his tongue takes the first taste and his beard tickles your inner thighs for the first time. He laps at your cunt like a starved man, little whines and moans sending small shocks up your spine whenever his lips connect to your dripping centre. A particularly angled swipe of his tongue has you falling to your elbows with a squeak at the intensity of it. So, to ground yourself you begin to place kitten licks to the tip of his weeping cock. Watching it twitch at receiving your attention. Licking your lips, to take it as deep into your throat as possible.

Your throat contracts around the girthy length, struggling to adjust to it. When you get accustomed to the feeling, you begin to bob your head in a pace that loosely matches the pattern of his treatment of your core, using hand to tug at the skin left untouched by your lips and hollowing your cheeks every so often.

“You taste so sweet...” Criston whimpers.

The words make your heart beat faster and your inner walls clench around his tongue as you moan around his thick length. You hollow your cheeks once more and then let him go with a wet pop.

“I need to feel you inside of me. Want you to fill me up.” You finally give in to your desires, letting them lead you.

Your legs tremble and close around his body from the overwhelming pleasure. In the blink of a moment, after you get off Criston and immediately his strong hands grab your hips to lay you on your side in front of him, his chest pressed to your back and one arm sneaking between your legs to hold them open. His heavy cock teases your folds once, twice, thrice before slowly burying himself deep inside your velvety walls. You look over your shoulder and the sight of Criston biting his lip is heavenly, but when the moan he tries to hold back comes out as a deep, animalistic groan you are ready to come then and there. One of your arms comes up for you to tangle your fingers in his dark hair. When Criston pulls out to thrust back into your wetness, it clamps around him, pulling a whine from his lungs as his head comes to lay against your shoulder blades. Open mouthed, wet kisses and hot, heavy breaths hit the skin there, leaving behind goosebumps. Every thrust is angled perfectly to hit all the right spots as Criston ruts into you. Your free hand claws at the cushions and anywhere else on the sofa to process the pleasure that burns through your bodies incredibly high, the flames stoked by the weed you had previously consumed. Now you are consumed by every nerve ending burning, craving his touch, always craving more.

“You feel so good.” Criston groans behind you. “So perfect for me.”

The sounds from him grow louder and more desperate over time and the harmony they make with your own moans drives you closer to the edge.

“Fuck me harder. Please, I want more.” The words fall from your lips without thinking about it.

Your mind is too busy to grab a coherent thought even if you tried anyway. It´s entirely occupied by Criston and the way he makes you feel so incredibly good. It’s something you had dreamed about for a long time and even if neither of you admitted to it, so did he.

Immediately Criston complies with your plea and thrusts into you not only harder but also faster, however when the hand that holds you at the hollow of your knee to keep your legs apart comes down to play with your clit, your back arches away from his chest until it can´t go further. If your legs wouldn´t have still be held open by Criston´s arm, they would surely fall close from how heavily they were trembling. Your orgasm is fast approaching, and he is right behind you, nibbling on the skin right underneath your ear. Giving you barely enough time to breathe between the whimpers he pulls from you. The mindless pleas and praises from Criston have long stopped to register in your brain. Only his voice still goes through, and you want it to never stop. The sweet, lust broken tones of the usually smooth timbre are overwhelming.

His thrusts begin to falter as your walls flutter around him the closer you come to the edge of pleasure; the circles he rubs into your aching clit tighter than before with more pressure. You can´t even warn him of how close you are before you feel yourself begin to fall.

Your body shakes and your cunt contracts around Criston´s cock to pull the most desperate whine from his lungs yet as his thrusts grow even sloppier. His teeth sink ever so slightly into your shoulder and with your hand pulling on his hair, he buries himself into you one last time, filling you up until his cum flows back out of your centre.

“I can´t believe this hasn´t happened earlier.” You giggle when you find your words again. “You are so good.”

“You wanted to do this before?” Criston asks with a raspy voice.

There is no surprise in his question. It is more of a recognition of his own similar desires.

“Hm, I did. Watching you smoke just kind of does it for me I guess.” It was an inexplicable attraction that had pulled you to him during your recent smoke sessions, but for sure one that you are more than just happy to have explored.

His hand rests on your cheek when he turns your face towards him. Inside of you his dick stirs, twitching and rising to life again.

“So, does that mean you are ready for another round?” He asks with a mischievous smirk, already beginning to ease his sensitive cock in and out of you.

“Oh, fuck. Yes.”

[joelmillershole]

not gonna stop me

dbf!joel x reader

warnings: mention of sex, very brief mention of death, dbf!joel, age gap (reader is 25, joel is late 40s), pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey), getting caught, established relationship, no use of y/n

word count: 2.6k

summary: Of course a tree would fall on your dad’s house during a storm on a night Joel, your dad’s best friend, decided to sleep over. And of course Joel would be the one to open the door when your dad came over to your apartment at six in the morning because of it. 

a/n: first joel fic so please let me know of any issues or comments about his character! I’m planning on writing more about this particular joel/reader, both the before and after of this scenario. just couldn’t get this scene out of my head. also, the incorrect use of “your” is intentional in this I promise I know the difference

 At the same time your phone pinged with a Ring doorbell notification, a loud chirp that roused you from sleep and sent you shooting up in panic, came a heavy and deliberate knock at your front door. Both sounds sent the sleeping body next to you stirring as well. Joel’s warm hand reached out to you from beneath the covers, searching for some part of you to grab. 

 “Who is it?” he grunted, words slurring together from a mix of accent and sleep. 

 “‘Ion know,” you slurred back, rubbing your eyes. The digital clock on the wall read barely six in the morning. “D’you wanna go check? Or hand me my phone so I can look at the app?” Your phone sat on his side of the bed, plugged in. There wasn’t a close enough outlet on your side to keep it next to you at night. 

 He seemed to consider it for a moment too long, so long you thought he might have fallen back asleep. Finally, he murmured, “No, baby, just c’mere. Come back to me.” 

 His hand found your wrist and pulled you back down, under the thick comforter, and towards him until your back laid flush with his chest. His arms enveloped you and held you close and tight. Nose nuzzling into your neck, Joel murmured, “Go back to sleep. We ’ont have to get up for a few hours. ‘M sure they’ll go away--” 

 Another knock, this one louder. Your phone vibrated on the nightstand. 

 “Joel, just hand me my phone so I can see--” 

 “No,” he huffed into your ear. His warm breath caused a shiver to run down your spine. “Who in their right fuckin’ mind is bangin’ on your door this fuckin’ early?” 

 You loved when Joel slept over. He did it a couple of times a week, usually when he didn’t have to wake up early for work. You enjoyed keeping your apartment cool at night, and when he came over, it was like having a built-in furnace in your bed. Before you started your little… arrangement, you would never have pegged him for a cuddler. However, sleeping Joel did not know how to let you go -- he slept either spooning you, his arms wrapped around your middle, or when he got uncomfortable and wanted to turn the other way, pulled you with him so you could koala-wrap yourself around his back. If all else failed, he wanted you on top of him, your cheek pressed to his chest. 

 You’d never been with someone so cuddly at night. It was a stark difference from the way you first found yourself entangled with him. Sex with Joel was always rough and hard and left your limbs trembling. Having him so intimate and relaxed with you felt like a boon sometimes. 

 The knock sounded a third time, this beat with what sounded like the flat of a fist instead of knuckles. A bang, really. With a growl, Joel unwrapped himself from your body and threw off the comforter. You watched him from your spot, not moving to follow, as he grabbed his previously-discarded shirt and pajama pants off the floor next to the bed and pulled them on, grumbling the entire time. 

 “‘M gonna go yell at that fucker,” he said, stepping over your cat, who darted in between his legs on their way to open the bedroom door and flick on the hallway light. “Move, cat.” 

 While he stomped his way to the front door, you reached across the cooling empty space to unplug your phone. You squinted at the bright screen in the former pre-dawn pitch of the room. The Ring alert was secondary to the first notification, which unraveled a series of texts from your dad, the first one from around one in the morning and the last one sent about a minute ago. 

You awake baby? 

Supposed to be bad storms tonight. Wanted to make sure your okay 

You and that damn cat of yours stay safe tonight baby call if you need anything

 Only after his first couple of texts did you realize it was indeed raining outside. And hard. 

Hey I know your asleep but a tree fell on the house 

The big oak from the backyard 

I’m inviting myself over to wait out the storm hope thats ok. 

I’m here 

Wake up open up

 Fuck. You voiced it. “Fuck,” you whispered. The big oak from the backyard? That tree was huge. It had to have messed up the house big time if your dad invited himself over. He’s always valued your privacy over anything and felt bad for even coming to hang out for a couple of hours at your apartment. You moved out of his house a few months ago, insisting that it was time you get your own place. That was the only reason you and Joel even ended up together. If you were still living with your dad, you doubted anything would have happened between you two. 

 Your eyes widened at the reminder of Joel. Bigger fuck. “Fuck,” you hissed again, your turn to throw back the covers and yank on your pajama pants. “Joel,” you called, desperation evident in your tone. “Joel, wait, don’t open the--” 

 The door. You heard the click of the locks and then the slide of the hinges. You heard Joel’s sleep-heavy, gruff voice grunt out, “Can I help you?” just as the door cracked open and you stumbled into the living room a few feet behind him. 

 Your dad stood before the door, his brows knotted in confusion at the sight of his best friend opening the door to his daughter’s apartment. At barely six in the morning. With pillow-tousled hair and no socks or shoes, pajama pants on, and your cat tucked snugly and comfortably in between his legs. Your testy and oftentimes fractious cat, who hated strangers and barely tolerated even your father. 

 “Joel?” Your dad questioned, confusion lacing his voice. His brows knit even deeper. “Joel?” he said again, more intently. “What the hell?” 

 Joel stood there, frozen, hand still on the doorknob. He seemed to be at a loss for words. In any other situation, you would laugh; Joel Miller, speechless? That was definitely a phenomenon for the books. 

 But not this situation. You stood off to the back for a second, not knowing what to do. What was the protocol for this? What were you supposed to do, to say? You saw your dad start to get angry and rushed forward, putting a hand on Joel’s chest to push him away. 

 “Dad,” you said, a little breathless. “Hey. Um. Good morning.” 

 He didn’t say anything, just stared at Joel, who stared back, face pale and unmoving. You snapped your fingers in your dad’s face to get his attention. 

 “Dad,” you said again. He looked at you this time, lips pressed tightly together. “Just come inside, it’s fuckin’ storming out there.” 

 He didn’t say anything else as you dragged him inside by his arm, closing and locking the door behind him. Joel and your dad stared at each other wordlessly while you stood off to the side, unsure how to snap the tension without everything unraveling all at once. Truly the worst case scenario. 

 The truth was, you were planning on telling your dad sometime soon. Ish. You didn’t like keeping secrets from him. Ever since your mom passed when you were young, you and your dad had always been more like best friends than anything else. Best friends that looked out for each other, rather than just your dad looking out for you. Which might have been a dynamic that a lot of people would find exhausting -- however, it just felt natural to you. He’d always said you’d been too independent for your own good. Even so, he’d teared up a bit when you moved the last box from your old room to your new apartment. 

 Joel caved first. He cleared his throat, trying to rid his voice of its sleepy gravel. “Hey, man, listen--” 

 “What the fuck, Joel?” your dad snapped. “Are you fuckin’ serious?” 

 You took a step forward, trying to get in between them. “Dad--” 

 He held up a hand to you. “Don’t. I’on want to hear it from you.” He jerked his chin towards Joel. “Wanna hear it from him.” 

 Joel lifted a hand to rub his beard, face contorted in a grimace. “What do you want me to say?” he asked. His voice sounded tight, tense. 

 “Start with what the fuck you’re doing here at six in the goddamn morning. At my daughter’s apartment. In your fuckin’ pajamas.” 

 You threw your head back with a groan. “What does it look like, Dad? He was sleeping over. C’mon, I know that’s obvious.” 

 “Why the hell were you sleeping over.” 

 Joel kept rubbing his beard. Must be a nervous tick or something. You’d never seen him nervous (before now, at least), so you wouldn’t know for sure. “I didn’t want you to find out like this,” was all he said. 

 A beat of silence. You inched your way in front of Joel, facing your dad, like you were shielding him. In a way, you were; your dad had a right to be a bit peeved, you guessed, but since you were well past the stage of “Consenting Adult” and you even had your own place, he couldn’t have much to say. 

 “I didn’t want you to, either,” you said. “I was meaning to tell you soon, I just… didn’t know how to bring it up.” When your dad said nothing, just kept glancing back and forth between Joel and you, you continued. “Dad, Joel and I have been… seeing each other. For a little bit. It’s nothing weird--” 

 “Sounds fuckin’ weird, Joel,” your dad muttered through clenched teeth, ignoring you. “She’s a fuckin’ kid--” 

 “No.” You held up a hand, scowling. “I’m not. I’m twenty-five. I’m a full-ass adult.” When he didn’t acknowledge you, you snapped again. “Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you, Dad. Not at Joel.” 

 Your dad, finally, looked at you. 

 “I’m sorry we didn’t say anything sooner, but we only been seeing each other for a couple months. Just since a little after I moved out. Nothing happened before that on either side, so don’t get weird about it like that. Please.” You held his gaze for a moment. “I didn’t know you were coming over. If I had, I wouldn’t’ve sprung this on you like this.” 

 Your dad grunted. “I texted you. About comin’ over ‘cuz of the tree.” 

 “What tree?” Joel said. 

 Your dad just stared at him. 

 “The oak in the backyard,” you explained for him after a beat of awkward silence. “It fell on the house from the storm. I didn’t see the text until just now.” 

 Joel got out a strained, “I’m sorry, man.” Your dad didn’t reply, only kept staring at his friend. “Lemme help you fix it up. Once it’s done stormin’ outside.” 

 Silence again. You rolled your eyes and turned away, heading for the linen closet in the hallway. “Dad, I’mma set up the couch for you. You been up all night.” Grabbing a spare pillow and a few blankets, you carried them over to your couch and began setting up a small pallet. 

 Behind you, Joel’s footsteps echoed down into your room, the soft pattering of your cat following. Your dad sat at the edge of the couch and watched you unfold the blankets. 

 “I’m gonna head out,” Joel said, emerging from the bedroom once more. You glanced over your shoulder at him. He had his shoes and jacket on, keys dangling from his finger. “Let y’all talk a bit. Jus’ be over at my house.” 

 You narrowed your eyes at him. His already-present frown deepened, and you decided not to press it. Not with your dad here. 

 “‘Kay,” you said. “Drive safe. It’s storming.” 

 He nodded. “I’ll call you.” 

 And then he left, your cat meowing at his absence immediately after the door closed. The scrape of the key in the lock sounded and the deadbolt clicked into place, Joel locking the door after himself. 

 Your dad turned to you with a raised brow. “I see he has a key.” 

 “God.” You threw your hands in the air. “He does.” 

 “And that damn cat seems to like him an awful lot.” 

 She did. She’d been obsessed with him since she met him. She liked him a thousand times more than she liked you; she cuddled with him at night, sat on his lap during TV or movie night, and followed him around wherever he went. If he closed the bathroom door before she joined him inside, she would sit in front of it and yowl until he opened it again. 

 “I think she likes him more than me.” You waited a beat. “What are you thinking?” 

 Your dad shook his head, hands rising to rub at his temples. “Baby, I don’t -- I’m too tired for this conversation right now. I haven’t even slept yet.” You nodded and stood up to let him get some rest, about to retire to your room and call Joel. His voice stopped you mid-motion. “He treating you right, at least?” 

 Your expression softened. “Of course he is.” You sat back down, knees touching your dad’s leg and legs folded underneath you. “It’s nothing weird, Dad. I promise.” 

 “How… how did it start? Do I even wanna know?” 

 You laughed. “Remember when I bought that Ikea furniture after I first moved in? The dresser and bookshelf?” 

 He thought for a moment. His brows lifted in recognition. “Yeah, I do.” 

 “You were out of town for a week for work. I needed them set up but didn’t have a drill. You told me to ask Joel, so I did, and we just got to talkin’. Just realized we got on pretty well.” You shrugged. “Been getting on pretty well since, I guess.” 

 Your dad nodded. “It’s gonna take me a minute to get used to this, baby. And I still gotta talk with him first, too. It’s different with me ‘n him.” 

 “Okay, Dad. I understand. Just as long as you don’t kill him or something.” You patted his shoulder, standing again. “I’m gonna go back to sleep for a bit, okay? You get some sleep, too.” 

 You retreated back to your bedroom, waiting for your cat to follow you before closing the door. As soon as you slid back into bed, you unlocked your phone and sent a text to Joel. 

u home? 

 His reply came quickly. 

Yeah

Just got home

 You pressed the button to call him. He picked up on the first ring, gruff voice sounding muffled through the line. 

 “Hey, sweetheart.” 

 “Hi, Joel.” Your voice sounded small. “It’s gonna be okay, I think.” 

 “You talk to your old man?” 

 “A lil’. He’s gonna talk with you.” You paused. “I wish you didn’t leave.” 

 A sigh. “I know, honey. But it’s for the best right now. We’ll take it slow while your dad is there. Sucks about the house -- I’ll hav’ta get my guys to help patch it up once the rain’s over.” 

 You nodded before you realized he couldn’t see you. “Okay. I’m gonna sleep some more, okay?” 

 “Okay, honey. I’ll talk to you later. Sleep well.” 

 You smiled. “You too, Joel. Bye-bye.” 

 The soft beeps through the speaker indicated he hung up. You rolled onto your other side, facing the side of the bed he normally sleeps on. Your cat sat in his spot, tail flicking in irritation, eyes reflecting the soft light from in between the blinds. 

 “Shut it,” you murmured, closing your eyes. “He’ll be back with you soon.” 

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sharing the bed w/ knd villains

Still can't believe my knd rot has lasted this long good LORD

Characters: father, Spankulot, knightbrace, stickybeard, cuppa joe, toiletnator, mr fizz

Notes: reader is GN, established relationships, general hcs as well as some romantic ones

CWs: none

FATHER

i like to think that he sleeps like a rock, he doesnt toss and turn all that much in his sleep

very warm, and i like to think he sleeps in robes and stuff... very high quality fabrics and stuff, very comfy and cozy, nice to snuggle into

definitely wears those sleeping eye mask things

very warm, too, even when hes not in his silhouette form, his sleepwear keeps him cozy

dad snores, though....

wakes up as a reasonable hour, doesnt wake up too late or too early

SPANKULOT

sleeps hanging upside down from the ceiling so there isnt much you can do cuddling wise on a lot of nights

laying in a normal bed feels weird and foreign to him but i do think if you express wanting him to join you, hes going to try to get used to it to make you happy

cool to the touch, need to bundle up so you dont get too cold!

very lanky; long and skinny, not very soft... but those aforementioned blankets can come in handy! yipee!

loves wrapping his cape around you to keep you close to him

old man snores, a slightly different breed to dad snores

KNIGHTBRACE

tosses and turns a reasonable amount, depending on how light you sleep it might be a problem or it might not be

snork mimimimi snore for knightbrace/j

average older man physique, has a little pudge here and there

on the colder side, though... blankets...

night owl, pulls all nighters a lot of nights doing his work- visibly anxious if he hasnt gone out in a while

does his best to come back to you to at least snuggle into you for a while before you both need to start the day

and because hes bone tired LMAO

STICKYBEARD

big warm and soft

sticky, sure, but still warm and soft

maybe you can convince him to try to wash up before heading to bed!

loud snores, offers to get you ear plugs so you can sleep through the night without needing to sleep in a separate room

huge cuddler, will pull you into him during the night in his sleep if you guys dont fall asleep cuddling each other

makes you breakfast in the morning!

CUPPA JOE

early bird, will wake up before you every morning without fail

makes you a cup of coffee as well, exactly how you like it

does not rest easy, though... he fidgets and kicks a lot

you recommend getting a weighted blanket for him and it does help a lot! he loves it! he keeps on top of it so you dont have to move it around every day- especially if its on the heavier side... no one wants to lug around something heavy when theyre sleepy!

warm to the touch! nice and cozy to snuggle into!

TOILETNATOR

huge cuddler, will cling onto you the second you give some sign that youre comfortable with it; talking full body cuddle... arms and legs wrapped around you in order to get as close as possible

you might have to convince him to dress down, or even try to get him some pajamas that he likes so he doesnt try to wear his villain costume to bed

something about always needing to be ready for evil, or something

a little endearing, actually...

snork mimimimimi snore as well, but i can also see him being a honk shoo honk shoo snore haver

heavy sleeper who wakes up from the dumbest quietest stuff trope

MR FIZZ

goes to bed at a reasonable time and wakes up on the earlier side

has a routine of winding down from the day before coming to bed

very tall, usually big spoon when you guys cuddle

can see him being one of the richer villains, alongside joe and father in terms of how rich

has very nice bedding, very comfortable and cozy

dad snore as well but hes not a dad, he just looks like he would have one

stays in bed for a while until he needs to get up to get some extra time with you, even if youre still asleep

[bludpudding]

what are your favorite fics featuring boyd characters?

listen now I am personally not a writer but I do work in character design and world building. I’ve helped my babe @breedaboyd out with a few different fics now and I’ll be real he truly brings the magic to my visions. obviously I’m biased but our joint projects are some of my favorite fics of all time I cannot plug them enough

our two most notable works are:

Safe Haven - Donald Pierce has never had a heat, what with him being a late-blooming Omega. Maybe he can make the best of a bad situation when his heat finally hits and an unexpected hero comes to the rescue.

I am so in love with Kurt Ackerman it’s not even funny. precious gentle giant guard dog. but I will step aside for Don’s sake. konnie otp they are married in every universe

The Angel and the Preacher - Nick Reiner is a preacher at the local church. Ryan (aka Miracle Guy) is a fallen angel-come-superhero. In an effort to quell his homesickness, Ryan stumbles into the church but accidentally initiates the final fall of Preacher Nick. Soon, their world devolves into fire, passion and blood. It's only by nightfall that the two men manage to affirm and accept their blossoming bond before facing the dawn together.

chariot wrote some bomb ass poetry for this one I still lose my mind over it

some bonus art of ryan !! boyds are always so fun to redesign

here are some of chariot’s solo works that I think about a LOT:

Pupinthian - Morpheus turns the Corinthian into a kind of man/dog hybrid. It's not too bad. [AFAB!Cori ☓ AMAB!Reader]

Like Cats and Dogs - You decide you've been out of the dating game for a little too long and decide to go for a night on the town to see what you can find. You end up getting a little more than you bargained for in a tall, blonde Adonis of a man who crosses your path.[Intersex!Cori ☓ AMAB!Reader]

Take Your Silver Spoon, Dig Your Grave - Ten instances where Johnny and Cal crossed the line of MC president and mechanic, drawing inspiration from the music of the time period. [AMAB!Cal ☓ AMAB!Johnny]

Wishful Sinful - Professor Stephen Tynan is your Human Sexual Behaviour Professor and you've had your eye on him for quite some time. Realising this isn't the most appropriate setting to be crushing (hard) on a person, you decide to ask if you can switch classes. But will that make any difference? And what will Professor Tynan have to say about your intentions on leaving his class? [AMAB!Tynan ☓ AFAB!Reader]

His Little Dove - While walking back from another town, a snow storm hits and you have no other choice but to rush into a mysterious, nearby cottage despite rumours of a terrifying beast lurking the area. Did you make the right choice? [AMAB!John McBride ☓ AFAB!Reader]

My Love, Mine, All Mine - Tooth-rotting fluff + Valentine's Day with Mo Lundy [AMAB!Mo ☓ AFAB!Reader]

[vinmauro]

edancy for this ask game bc u knew i was gonna ask JBDHKJ

both you and @keerysquinn asked for edancy so i'll answer both here<3

when I started shipping it if I did: july 2022 bc of kai. 7 miles rewrote my brain. actually i am pretty sure that i asked about your rarepair and i was instantly on board.

my thoughts: there's just so much potential with them. you can go with before show vibes, au vibes, after show eddie!lives vibes. there is so much. seven miles can't be for nothing!!

What makes me happy about them: a bit same as before, the possibilities and potential with them. that there is a shared survivor's guilt, in a sense, that they don't necessarily have with other characters. chrissy may not have been eddie's best friend so the emotional baggage there is different, but they both failed to save someone lost to the upside down. and that they both went into that final battle knowing that there was a chance they wouldn't get out but it had to end. i think they really could have had something. platonically. romantically. anything.

What makes me sad about them: that people are rude about shipping them, that eddie's dead, that their potential isn't realized.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: mischaracterization of nancy which i don't see often bc there's so few of us but i think that would be one thing to annoy me.

things I look for in fanfic: anything with them tbh. just more. more than i can give.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i mean i ship steddie, hellcheer, ronance, etc. just like eddie x happiness, nancy x happiness.

My happily ever after for them: eddie & nancy living in boston enjoying their lives away from hawkins, away from grief and judgment. basically the ending of i will love you without any strings attached. (shameless fic plug)

who is the big spoon/little spoon: i think personally they switch. depending on how either is feeling. eddie loves being the little spoon tho i'll say that.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: reading together. either one reading out loud or both silent. usually next to each other. or my favorite thing to picture is one sitting with the other's head in their lap and there's a hand absently playing with the other's hair.

send me a ship, a character or ask me to rank 5

[xxsycamore]

VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2021 MASTERLIST

You can find this kinktober challenge hosted by me here.

Series crossposted on AO3 here.

General warnings for all featured works: smut content; F/M (suitor x MC) unless stated otherwise.

DAY 1 - Guided masturbation + “Try not to make a mess.”

—Obtaining the full picture - Ray Blackwell x Lancelot Kingsley - Tags: Facials; Blow Jobs; Masturbation; guided masturbation; Mutual Masturbation; Power Play; Come Marking

DAY 2 - Somnophilia | Cockwarming + “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?” + “Oh you think I wouldn’t? Watch me.”

—Just another book reading date - Leon Dompteur - Tags: Somnophilia; Consensual Somnophilia; Cock Warming; Semi-Public Sex; Library Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie

DAY 3 - Not wearing lingerie

—Lessening the barriers - Licht Klein - Tags: Outdoor Sex; Semi-Public Sex; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Cock Warming

DAY 4 - Bathroom (Onsen) sex + “Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

—Owning you completely - Oda Nobunaga - Tags:Bathroom (Onsen) Sex; Slight exhibitionism; Slight scent marking kink; Vaginal sex

DAY 5 - Accidental stimulation + “I suggest you take tomorrow off after what we’re about to do tonight.”

—Personal rules are made to be broken too - Jin Grandet - Tags: Accidental Stimulation; Sex on Furniture; Size Difference; Making Out; Vaginal sex; Creampie

DAY 6 - Pet play + “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay awake anymore. Maybe after that too.”

—Kitten licks - Ray Blackwell - Tags: Pet Play; Master/Pet; Kitten play; Kitten pet play; Collars; Butt Plugs; Tail butt plug; Vaginal Sex; Doggy Style; “Good girl” praise; Praise Kink; Punishment

DAY 7 - Oral fixation | Breath play + “I might hurt you. Are you sure you want that?”

—Sharing is caring (and bad for my heart) - Harr Silver - Tags:  Oral Fixation; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Nipple Play; Masturbation; Blow Jobs; Breathplay; Choking; Facials; Kink Negotiation

DAY 8 - Touching under the table | Bend over the table + “Don’t tease me. You wouldn’t like to see me mad.”

—Bearing the consequences - Chevalier Michel - Tags:  Rough Sex; Vaginal Sex; Slight footplay; Dirty Talk; Dominance; Degradation; Verbal Humiliation; Masochism; Spanking; Overstimulation; Crying; Come Swallowing; Slight Exhibitionism

DAY 9 - Size difference kink + “If we both can’t sleep, why not do something fun instead?”

—You offered solace, I found love - Luke Randolph - Tags:  Crushes; Friends to Lovers; Love Confessions; Cuddling & Snuggling; Spooning; Dreams and Nightmares; Comfort ; Masturbation; First Time; Loss of Virginity; Size Kink; Size Difference; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Creampie

DAY 10 - Public sex | Exhibitionism + “Don’t tease me. You wouldn’t like to see me mad.”

—Can't be saved for when we're back home - Oliver Knight - Tags:  Public Sex; Alcohol; Dirty Talk; Tipsy Oliver; Choking; Biting; Vaginal Sex; Married Characters

DAY 11 - Fear play | Predator and prey + “I might hurt you. Are you sure you want that?” & “I don’t care if it’s too much, you’re not allowed to cum.”

—Primal, guilty pleasure - Isaac Newton - Tags: Outdoor Sex; Forest Sex; Blood Drinking; Sexual Roleplay; Fear Play; Predator/Prey; Vaginal Fingering; Orgasm Delay/Denial

DAY 12 - Maid fetish + “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.”

—Let me be your good boy! - Rio Ortiz - Tags:  Master/Pet; Master/Servant; Maid outfits; Maid Fetish; Maid!Rio; Femdom; Dom!Emma; Dom/Sub; Dominance; Masochism;  Verbal Humiliation; Reverse 69; Blow Jobs; Cunnilingus; Come Eating; Mirror Sex; Edgeplay; Spanking; Orgasm Denial; Light footplay; Dirty Talk

DAY 13 - Voyeurism + “Don’t tease me. You wouldn’t like to see me mad.”

—Stay a little longer - Kyle Ash - Tags:  Voyeurism; Accidental Voyeurism; Masturbation; Quickies; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Morning Sex

DAY 14 - Clothed sex + "Who would’ve guessed you’re into this.” & “Doing this feels dirty…” “Because it is.”

—Leave it to you to make a mess of me - Napoleon Bonaparte x Duke of Wellington - Tags: First Time; Spit As Lube; Clothed Sex; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Banter; Teasing; Eventual Fluff;  Humor

DAY 15 - Goofy sex | Handjobs + “Get on your hands and knees before I change my mind.”

—A cat in heat - Yves Kloss - Tags: Hand Jobs; Facials; Come Eating; Sexual Humor; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Teasing; Premature Ejaculation

DAY 16 - Shibari | Wax play & “I’ll give you five seconds to reconsider.” & “I don’t want you to be gentle with me.”

—Sealing a contract with the devil - Sariel Noir - Tags:Secret Relationship; Master/Pet; Sadism; Masochism; Dom/sub; Sensation Play; Sensory Deprivation; Blindfolds; Rope Bondage; Bondage; Shibari; Orgasm Delay/Denial; Masturbation; Mirrors; Hair-pulling; Punishment; Mentions of spanking; Mentions of ice cube play; Mentions of whipping; Temperature Play; Wax Play; Vaginal Sex; Possessive Behavior

DAY 17 - Against the wall + “We don’t have the time to take this to bed.” “Who said it has to be in bed?” + “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay awake anymore. Maybe after that too.”

—Take another guess - Arthur Conan Doyle - Tags:  Wall Sex; Manhandling; Clothed Sex; Quickies; Vaginal Sex; Keeping Quiet; Teasing; Dirty Talk; Blood Drinking; Vampire Bites

DAY 18 - Nipple play + “Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

—Seduction - Chevalier Michel - Tags: Nipple Play; Nipple Licking; Fondling; Size Difference; slight size kink; Slight primal kink; Teasing; Dirty Talk; Lingerie

DAY 19 - Biting/Marking | Hair Pulling

—Arousing the rabble-rouser - Clavis Lelouch - Tags:  Pet Names; Teasing; Begging; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Come Eating; Biting; Marking; Hair-pulling; Leg fetish; Thigh kissing; Thigh hickeys

DAY 20 - Vanilla | Aftercare + “No, no, this is about you. Lay back and enjoy.”

—Affections at dawn - Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Tags: Vanilla; Vaginal Sex; Riding; Creampie; Aftercare; Gentle Sex

DAY 21 - First time | Inexperienced character

—Love is exploration - Mousse Atlas - Tags: Virginity; Loss of Virginity; First Times; Outdoor Sex; Gentle Sex; Vaginal Sex; Sexual Tension; Making Out; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Established Relationship; Fluff and Smut

DAY 22 - Crying | Overstimulation + “Are you sure you forgot to put on panties on accident?”

—Asking for it - Chevalier Michel - Tags: Established Relationship; Not Wearing Underwear; Spanking; Crying; Overstimulation;  (light) Verbal Humiliation; Vaginal Sex; Prone Bone; Rough Sex; Dirty Talk; Creampie; Ear licking; Possessive Sex

DAY 23 - Friends with benefits + “Fuck me, ravish me, please just do something already!”

—Partners in crime - Fenrir Godspeed - Tags: FWB (Friends With Benefits); Food Play; Food Kink; Whipped Cream; Licking; Fondling; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Kitchen Sex; Creampie

DAY 24 - Creampie | Breeding + “Who would’ve guessed you’re into this.”

—If we go even deeper - Comte de Saint Germain - Tags: Gentle Sex; Vaginal Sex; Dirty Talk; Breeding; Breeding Kink; Impregnation; Mentions of Pregnancy; Kink Negotiation; Creampie

DAY 25 - Hate sex + “Do you know how hot you look right now? It’s really distracting.”

—Conflict of interest - Edgar Bright - Tags:  One Night Stands; Hate Sex; Love/Hate; Denial of Feelings; Floor Sex; Vaginal Sex; Riding; Squirting; Creampie

DAY 26 - Knife play + “Why don’t you two settle it with a competition and I can be the judge?”

—Sharing a taste - Comte de Saint Germain and Leonardo da Vinci threesome [smut] Tags: Spoilers of Comte’s real name; Swearing; Smoking; Alcohol; Polyamory; Threesome - F/M/M; Knife Play; Blood Play; Knife Cuts; Mild Blood; Mild Painplay; Mild Masochism; Blood Drinking; Come Eating; Vaginal Fingering; Cunnilingus; Dirty Talk; Double Penetration; Double Penetration in One Hole; Creampie

DAY 27 - Face sitting + “Take it off. Slowly.” & “The night is still young.”

—Dirty promises - Nokto Klein - Tags: Strip Tease; Face-Sitting; Cunnilingus; Come Eating; Dirty Talk

DAY 28 - Spitroasting | Double penetration + “Why don’t you two settle it with a competition and I can be the judge?”

—Saccharine Showdown! - Isaac Newton x MC x Theodorus van Gogh - Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Aphrodisiacs; Rivalry; Bad Cooking; Some Humor; Biting; Marking; Blood Drinking; Vampire Bites; Vaginal Fingering; Spitroasting; Blow Jobs; Vaginal Sex; Dirty Talk; Praise Kink; Kissing; Making Out; Double Penetration in One Hole; Creampie; Comeplay; Come Sharing; Come Eating; Aftercare; Post-Coital Cuddling; i’m leaving it to you to decide whether they’re dating or not

DAY 29 - Body Worship | Massage + “I see that you’re enjoying my gift.”

—Tea Break - Kanetsugu Naoe - Tags: Massage; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; this is 90 percent fluff and 10 percent smut; Body Worship; Blow Jobs; Cock Worship; Established Relationship

DAY 30 - Begging + “Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

—Pretty Please? - Theodorus van Gogh - Tags: Begging; Orgasm Delay/Denial; Masturbation; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex

DAY 31 - Sexual roleplay |Supernatural traits

—Final Push - Vlad/MC/Comte - Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Light Bondage; Love Confessions; Light Angst; Porn With Plot; Past Relationship(s); Implied Vlad/Comte; spoilers for comte's real name; Denial of Feelings; Mutual Pining; Altered Mental States; Hypnotism; Pureblood abilities used with consent; Kink Negotiation; First Kiss; First Time; Loss of Virginity; Voyeurism; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Biting(no turning); Blow Jobs; Come Swallowing; Multiple Orgasms; Masturbation; Creampie; Resolved Sexual Tension; Sexual Roleplay; Mild Blood; Polyamory

BONUS DAY - Breeding + “I know you can fuck me harder than this…” 

—How the Dragon of Oshu Breeds His Wife - Date Masamune- Tags: Breeding; Impregnation; Ovulation; Crying; Gentle Sex; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Married Characters; Mentions of Pregnancy; Dirty Talk; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie

[realcube]

Haikyuu girls // The Strap - NSFW headcanons

pairings: kiyoko x reader, yachi x reader, saeko x reader

summary: you and your s/o decide to add a bit of spice to your sex so y’all use a strap - the following headcanons are how I think they’ll use it/react..

tw// aged-up au!, (she/her) reader, vagina-having reader, sexual intercourse, strap-ons, WLW sex, fingering, oral (receiving and giving), swearing, exhibition 

Kiyoko Shimizu

honestly, you’re both very diplomatic when it comes to deciding who gives and who receives

whenever y’all do it, the mood kinda just decides for itself

however, since both y’all were just blankly staring at the bright pink object that sat in the middle of the bed, Kiyoko figured that she’d take one for the team

also, since it was her who suggested and bought the item, she thought it would only be fair if she gave it try first

so, she guided you through the steps of putting it on while strapping it onto herself

then, once she was done, she bent you over and got to it 

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Your eyes rolled back into your head from the unholy mix of ecstasy and pain Kiyoko made you feel. Never before have you felt so full. The way she mastered the smooth plastic toy so it occasionally brushed against your g-spot left you salivating and begging for more - just how she intended. “Kiyoko~” You whined, pushing your face out of the blankets so she could hear your desperate pleas, “M- Muh, More! Please..” 

A light pant left Kiyoko’s lip as she retracted one of her hand from your waist to reach down at trace sloppy circles around her clit, but she was a lot more sensitive than she thought she would be so after that small bit of stimulation, she involuntarily tossed her head back and let out a low moan.

That was part of the reason she wanted to refrain from touching herself while pounding into you but the sight of your dripping pussy being stretched out by her strap along with the high-pitch mewls you let out was more than enough to leave her with a throbbing cunt and weak knees. 

Without a word, she altered her movements so that she was now thrusting into you at a rapid pace, every movement of her hip directed at the spot you pleaded to be stimulated and upon your request, Kiyoko delivered. However, not without a cost. At this point, your g-spot was getting used and abused so quickly, your body was barely able to keep up.

Lewd wails escaped your throat, your mind clouded with pleasure and euphoria yet you were still conscious enough to notice that the slight vibrating of your thighs could only mean one thing. 

Despite the fact you were struggling to breath through all the erotic sensations throughout your body, let alone think - as soon as you felt your orgasm arise, the natural instinct to ask for permission managed to muster up enough energy to allow you to croak out, “May I?”

Kiyoko couldn’t help but giggle, gently caressing you waist with one hand and abandoning her needy clit to attend to your puckered hole. “You’ve been a good girl.” She mused, a low groan falling from her lips as he speed decreased slightly just to tease you. “Go on.”

Her deacceleration barely effected you as by the time those words had reached your ears, you were already halfway through your climax. Bliss shot through your body, sending shivers down your arched spine and to your legs, which was promptly followed by a pornographic moan. “Sh..Shimzu!~”

Upon hearing you finish, Kiyoko slowly pulled out the strap to provide you with some relief before taking it off, throwing it aside and attacking her pussy with her fingers - clearly, she had been left unsatisfied after being aroused by your messy, horny state. 

You looked over at her and were simply unable to stifle a giggle. However, you weren’t the one laughing when you tried to stand up to walk over there and help her but then you realised you couldn’t feel your legs. “C’mere.” You commanded, seeming slightly less dominant since you were still panting from when she was railing you just a few seconds ago, “I’ll finish you off.”

Hitoka Yachi 

she rarely ever gives and this was no exception

(well, by that I mean she is a bottom but when it comes to giving gifts and stuff she is extra af but that is a whole other headcanon)

in fact, she was actually the one who bought the strap 

however, it was now you who inserting it into her 

but you both like it that way!

bc she usually hates being on top since she’s always scared that she’ll hurt you or leave you unsatisfied 

anyway, you both mutually agreed that you were the top - despite the fact that y’all only do it once every millennium-

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

You finished deciphering the instruction and managed to put the god-forsaken thing on - and the fact that you had little to no hand-to-eye coordination probably didn’t help. ( Throwback to that one time you momentarily pulled out and then when you tried to plug your fingers back in, you accidentally ended up aggressively poking Yachi’s labia.)

“Okay,” You looked up, biting your lip upon seeing Yachi in nothing but lingerie with the dim candle’s lit in the background, making her look heavenly. The character develop - you sighed, recalling the first time y’all had intercourse and she insisted the lights had to be complete off and her oversized shirt and thigh-high socks stayed on. Not that you had a problem with that - in fact, you found it quite charming - but it was just amazing to see how much more confidence she’s gained.

You shook your head in attempt to shake away all the off-topic thoughts, “Are you sure you want me to do this?” You inquired, eyes soft and exchanging a loving gaze with her. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this.” Although, it was Yachi’s idea to invest in a strap-on but you’d rather be safe than sorry as she might’ve changed her mind since then. 

Yachi nodded, her signature sweet yet awkward smile gracing her lip while she fidgeted with the lace on the edges of the red panties she wore. “Oh, yes. I’m sure! I-I’ll be sure to tell you if it’s too much though.” She stuttered, losing her train of thought at the sight of you wearing the article. A deep blush rushed to her cheeks and she tried to stifle a snicker, “Safe-word: ‘waffles’, right?”

Waffles; a parallel to the name of your dog - Pancakes - which Yachi thought was so cute and fun but you - for obvious reasons - felt uncomfortable with her, in any case, screaming your dogs name in bed. So, you changed the word to Waffles. 

You hummed in agreement, sending her one last kind smile before a mischievous grin made it’s way onto your face. “Bend over.” You demanded, glancing down to look at the massive piece of shmeat erect on your vagina; you’d by lying if you said it didn’t make you at least the slightest bit uneasy - but you had to push through, for Yachi! 

Saeko Tanaka

at this point, you were used to Saeko whipping out the weirdest shit and using it during intercourse

if anything, a strap-on was pretty vanilla and conventional compared to the other things Saeko has used with you

which include (but not limited to): a wooden spoon, a candle, a TV remote, an Xbox controller, a whisk, ice-cubes in the shape of people, a needle,  lego brick(s), a sandal, a guitar, a broom, a lava-lamp, a ketchup bottle, a hairbrush, a straightener, multiple bottles of shampoo (since she only uses the tiny bottles that she steals from hotels), her gear stick, a D20 and a pack of instant noodles. 

so obviously you were pleasantly surprised when Saeko actually went out and bought a real sex toy instead of just using one of her make-shift ones. 

“Only the best for you, princess!” 

oh, and this goes without saying, she’s a top

it’s not that you’re a bottom though because you are from it as you’ve attempted to top her on multiple occasions 

but it just never goes your way so no matter how dominant and/or persistent you are, you always end up receiving 

not that you have a problem with it but- when I say she goes hard, she goes hard

literally she’ll stop whatever she is going if you seem even remotely horny and as soon as you give her consent to go further, it’s game over for you, honey

also, she is very much an exhibitionist so she really doesn’t care if she’s being to loud while her brother/his friends are over

in short, when you saw that bright pink toy lying on her bed sheet especially for you - it didn’t take long for you to realise that you should probably pre-book a few days off from work because you won’t be able to walk for the next week- 

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

“Shut up, babe.” Saeko hissed at you, a evil smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, “They’re studying downstairs.”- not that she cared, she just enjoyed seeing you frustrated. So she couldn’t help but laugh at how much of  a mess you were, sweat matting your hair to your forehead, your ass cheeks red from Saeko’s unmerciful palm, your leg twitching as you approached your orgasm and your mouth full of lewd moans being forced shut as Saeko insisted that you quiet down.

Saeko leaned in to whisper suggestive threats into your ear, “If I hear another sound leave that pretty little mouth of your’s, you’ll be punished later.” The tingle of her hot breath against your skin and the implications of what she said just aroused you even more, forcing you to repress your whines..for now.

Honestly, you seriously didn’t know if you could do it as surely, Saeko wasn’t aware of how differently it hit when she used a proper toy - or perhaps she just felt that cruel today. The optimum amount of pleasure you thought she was capable of bringing you was somehow doubled due to the mix of factors: her using a real toy designed to endue pleasure, the impressive balance of attention between your clit and ass, her erotic threats and the fact she was seriously going feral back there.

You were already close but her harsh groping of your ass, licking her fingers to provide the slightest bit of lubricant before sticking 3 digits straight into your strained, dripping cunt while her other hand tightened it’s grip on the back of your neck - all that was enough to tip you over the edge.

You thought you’d be able to ask for permission or at least give a warning before you came but your throbbing clit along with Saeko’s tip violently slamming against your g-spot left you unable to do so, while you attempt sounded a bit like, “I’m gonna- I-” followed by an involuntary, loud moan.

“Don’t you dare-” Saeko snapped teasingly, but obviously unprepared for how loud your moan would actually be - so rather than covering your mouth with her hand, for her own entertainment she slammed into your g-spot once more, this time with more force - leading to you choking on your own noise.

Saeko was used to leaving you out of breath and tired, so while your lay there with your ass up, trying to catch your breath; she took this opportunity to take off the strap (but left it dangling out your pussy since she wasn’t sure if you wanted her to take it out or not) and went to get some aloe-vera for your bright red ass and dark purple bruises on your neck.

“Geez, your pretty lil’ pussy could barely handle that. Maybe we should stick to the ketchup bottles.” She joked, squirting the aloe-vera onto her hands and gently gliding her hands across your lower back.

[needyounow-love]

I just love my boy, I'm sorry lmfao

Obey Me Headcanons - NSFW Alphabet

Leviathan

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's most likely to pepper his partner face in kisses or let them pepper him in kisses. He doesn't care if both of you are sweaty and sticky, he won't let them go until the morning after while holding them still against him with his tail.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's very insecure but he still likes his tail a lot. His favourite body part of you are probably your ass or thighs

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

You can find it here.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You can find it here.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Most people think that he's inexperienced only because he's an otaku but he doesn't only watch hentai, he also had his fair share of partners and hookups, so he pretty much knows what he's doing. However, if he's doing it for the first time with a new partner, he might be a little nervous and trembling.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to keep a position from where he can look at your reactions but he also enjoys doing it doggy style or pushing himself in you while both of you are on your side on his or your bed. He also likes to pick you up and spread you legs so he can push into you while he's standing.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He tries very hard to be serious but can't help but laugh when you start telling him some funny game or anime references.

Random funny thing that could happen

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

If he doesn't have a partner he doesn't care much about it, but if he has he will keep it neat and trimmed. And yes, his hair under there are purple.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He tries to be extra careful since you're not a demon and that's also why he prefers to let you dom him. He likes to hold your hands and keep eye contact with you to see how much pleasure he can make you feel and to show you how much he trusts you and cares about you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He's used to jerk off in the silence of his room while watching Hentai. I can't help but think that he must have used his tail multiple times to stroke his cock or to fuck himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

First, this boy is a kinky little shit and a switch, but he enjoys getting bossed around, being both degraded, humiliated and praised. He loves role-playing and especially loves when you dress up as his favourite characters.

Levi's more of a masochistic than a sadist but he might be rough and want to he in control when he's jealous. He likes to get chocked and restrained and might be open to try his tentacles kink.

He's also kinda of an exhibitionist and likes to tease you or get teased in public where everyone could see you.

He has a bit of a breeding kink but will get embarassed if you mention it to him.

If you push his buttons the right way, he can also be kinda of a brat tamer and punish you for being a tease or a brat.

Finally, he likes to cover his partner in lovebites and to get covered in them too. He likes the idea of his partner wanting to show to people that he is only theirs by marking him up. At the same time, Leviathan feels the need to let everyone know that his partner is his only.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers to do it either in your room or his but might be open to do it in public places if you convince him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Push your body against him or grind on him and he will do anything you want. He's probably the one who will get more easily aroused after Asmo.

Licking or biting his ears or neck can make him bust a boner, especially if you start to feel him up at the same time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The Avatar of Envy wouldn't be able to share you with someone, not even with one of his brothers, so he will be against sharing you while having sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Levi loves to use his tongue on you and started loving it even more after seeing how his bi-forked tongue affected you. He likes to feel you pull his hair while he eat you out/gives you head and will get more into into if you push his head to make him go faster.

At the same time, he loves when you surprise him with random blowjobs while he's playing video games, even if he will nag at you for it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He will accept any pace that you want to keep but he prefers to be fast and rough or slow and rough. He likes to pound you or have you destroy him until he starts crying of pleasure.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Again, he enjoys the risk, so he would enjoy to have quickies while risking to be found by someone. However, he wouldn't like to have more quickies than normal sex because he likes to spend hours to make love or fuck with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will be open to try anything you want. He loves when you suck him off while he's playing his games with some friends because he gets excited by the thought that they could easily get caught if he let out a moan.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He usually stops after you get tired, but he could keep going for over 8 rounds and I'm not joking. The only time he won't be able to go for multiple rounds is when he gets overstimuled.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He love toys and he will start using if you suggest him that you both could use them. He likes to use them on you but he also likes when you use them on him.

He probably has different strap-ons of different sizes and vibrators.

He also has some plugs that likes to put in you after filling you up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not unfair, unless he's punishing you. He prefers to give you all you want though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can't hold his moans and high piched whines and will be really really really loud. He doesn't even try to hide how much pleasure he feels, unless he has to, and, even when he tries, he fails. Sometimes, if the pleasure is too much, he will even start sobbing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to wrap his tail around you if he's given a chance to and will use it to show to others that you're his. You will get used very quickly to him wrapping it either around your waist or one of your legs to keep you near him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

You can find it here.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He tries to control it but his sex drive his pretty high.

If he's not jerking off to one of his hentai, then he's doing it to one of your photos. Levi especially likes when you surprise him with sexual advances, even if he won't admit it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won't be able to fall asleep until you do, unless he's the little spoon. In that case he will just let himself drift off to sleep thanks to your warm embrace.

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi :) I... really wanna read a fanfic or two but I can't find one I vibe with xD So... do you know one that's not too long (around 100k words maybe), has hurt and comfort, smut (am I allowed to ask about that?? Ahhhh) and a happy ending? Top!lock would be a bonus but it's not necessary. And if it's a nice AU (like... any kind but no crossovers pls), it would be perfect! :D By the way, I found your blog only a few hours ago and I already feel really comfy and Idk, kinda at home here ^-^

Hi Nonny!!!

Welcome to my corner of the Tumblrsphere!!! I’m so happy you’ve found me, LOL, because I love all my followers and friends! <3

First of all, I think it’s super cute that “not too long” to you is “around 100K” LOL LOL LOL!!! <3 That said, I’d argue all my fic recs are fabulous, LOL. But again, I’m stupidly proud of the wonderful lists I’ve accumulated, because it satisfies my organization kink LOL. And yes, you’re ALWAYS allowed to ask for smut here LOL. 

ANYWAY, so I’m gonna use this ask as an excuse to post up a long-overdue part two to my 50 to 100K fic list! But first, here’s some past lists for the genres you’re looking for:

FIC MASTER PAGES: PG1 || PG 2 || PG 3

Toplock (Mar 2020)

Omegaverse

Please Check PG 3 for all my AU fic lists. There’s a lot :)

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 1: Under 5K Words 

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 2: 5K to 10K Words

Fandom Favourites / Popular Fics

I hope those will get you started! So now, here’s the main event!! Hope you enjoy them!

50 - 100 K WORDS Pt. 2 (Novel Length)

See also:

Fics Under 2000 w.

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 2

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 3

E-Rated Johnlock for Newcomers Pt 1 (Short Fics under 20K)

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Long S3/Post-S3 Fics (20K+ w.) [Apr 2020]

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Smut-Free Fics Over 50K (Aug 2019)

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of the SpaceBois go to Space series

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

One Little Change by jadztone (E, 58,312 w. || ASiB Divergence, Fake Relationship, Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Bi John / Gay Demisexual Sherlock, Switchlock, Alternating POV, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Case Fic, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Love Making, Butt Plugs, Cuddles) – Our story begins right after John and Sherlock's first meeting with Irene Adler in September. It splits off into an AU that imagines them taking a case where they act as bait to hook a killer targeting closeted gays in secret relationships. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, many things happen that have our boys wondering if maybe they have a chance with each other. Then Irene fakes her death on Christmas Eve, and things get a lot more complicated - especially since they still have a killer to catch.

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w. || Notting Hilll AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant -- but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

The Burning by SrebrnaFH (M, 60,658 w. || Reverse Reichenbach, Suicide, Depression, Hurt Sherlock / John, Separation, BAMF John, Good Big Brother Mycroft, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Fake Character Death, Rescue Mission, Reconciliation / Reunion, Hospitalization, Marriage Proposal, Illnesses, Physical Therapy, Happily Ever After) – Something went very, very wrong. John had seemed, if not happy, then reasonably content with his life. Sherlock had never predicted something like THIS might have happened. Not in his worst nightmares. He was the lousiest friend ever, apparently. At least Mycroft found him something to occupy his mind with, so that he didn't have to go back to 221B and stare at the walls and the chair, where John Watson would never sit again.

This Thing All Things Devours by cypress_tree (E, 63,844 w., 15 Ch. || In Time AU || Science Fiction, Dystopian Universe, First Meetings, Action / Adventure, Romance) – In 2169, time is money—literally. Humans are genetically engineered to stop aging at 25, when the numbers on their arm start counting down from one year. When that time is up, they die. The only way to get more time is to earn it, borrow it, or steal it.John Watson lives day-to-day in the crowded slums of Zone 13. He never imagined living any differently—until he meets the practically-immortal Sherlock, and helps him on a case to track a local time-thief...

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU ||  Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

Summit Fever by J_Baillier (M, 78,802 w., 18 Ch. || Mountain Climber AU || POV John, Angst, Tragedy, Suicidal Ideation, The Himalayas, Mountain Guide / Doctor John, Mount Climber Sherlock, Loneliness, Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Injured Sherlock / Sherlock Whump, Pining John) – After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he's a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover's trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world's highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) –  A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater /  Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Sussex, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Background Case Fic) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w., 23 Ch. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) – Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 97,884 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

[salt-warrior]

WHEN EARTH TURNS TO ASHES

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Chapter Five: Human Error

"Mr. Crown!" Lights burned Kai's eyes as they shot open. His arms stung and his eyes were wet. He didn't recognize his bedroom— and maybe that was because it wasn't his bedroom. "Mr. Crown, wake up!"

Kai stared up at Iko, his nurse. Her golden eyes shone bright in contrast with her dark skin. Her blue braids bouncing as she skipped towards Kai.

"You lazy slug, wake up!" Iko shrieked, losing the formality. Kai longed for ear plugs. He wanted to sleep, but knew that it would be impossible with Iko freaking out.

"What do you want, Iko?" Kai rubbed at his eyes. His aura seemed distressed; he had had a bad dream. He knew from experience. But he could never seem to remember them when he woke up, leaving him to wonder what terrible torture his mind had come up with. Was it his mother? Was it drowning in the ocean? Had he been kidnapped? Kai would never know.

Iko rolled her eyes at him, but smoothed down his covers with a motherly sort of affection. Another pang in Kai's heart. "Mr. Crown, it's Selene." She didn't elaborate on her statement.

Panic like Kai had never felt burst from within. "What happened? Is she okay? What's going on?" Kai leapt from his bed, shoving the sheets into a whirlwind of mess. Iko grabbed him around the shoulders to stop him, and he winced. The burns he had weren't too bad, and the worst of it were on his forearms. However; it still hurt to have Nurse Iko's maniac grip digging into his tender pink flesh.

"Sorry!" Iko exclaimed. "I didn't mean to hurt you, but I need you to calm down. Let me explain." Kai sat, his hands twitching and heart hammering. "Selene is stable and ready for visitors. Do you want to–"

"Of course I want to see her! Let's go!" Kai hopped from the hospital bed as if it were on fire. He grabbed his nurse by the hand and she laughed, a beautiful rich sound, as he dragged her into the hallway.

Three wrong turns and five near collisions later, and Kai was standing in the severe burns ward outside of Selene's door. His heart hammered with excitement, but also nervousness. He began to fear what was on the other side of the door. How would she look after nearly being burned alive?

"Don't be scared." Iko squeezed Kai's hand comfortingly. He grimaced at her. "It's never pretty, but we've had a lot worse than her. She's lucky to have such amazing care. The skin transplant helped with the worst of it, Dr. Tanner and Dr. Benoit are the best of the best."

Kai nodded his head, turning the knob on the door at the same time. He felt hopeful but never released Iko's hand. She would have to be his anchor during this.

Immediately the stench of burned flesh beat Kai backwards. He felt sick, but continued forward. He stepped forward and saw the girl whom he had saved. Iko patted him on the back comfortingly before leaving him to check the monitor standing beside the bed. So much for being his anchor.

Selene's hair had been burned shorter in some parts, certain chunks only reached her shoulders. Bandages covered her skin, and through the sheer sheets Kai could tell that one leg ended a foot shorter than the other. Kai's own burns throbbed in empathy, and nausea clouded everything else from his senses. He needed to get out. He needed to be away from the reminder of his mistake.

Rushing from the room, Kai fell in the hallway, dry heaving. He covered his eyes, pressing his palms into the sockets hard. Iko came out of the room, kneeling beside him. She patted his back, telling him that it would all be okay, but Kai knew that it wouldn't. This was all of his fault. He needed to get out of the hospital before he lost it.

"Iko," Kai panted, unable to catch his breath. "Iko, I need a phone."

***

"It's all my fault." Kai wept into his hands, no longer caring about appearances. He was sitting in a twenty-four hour service café with Thorne, swirling a mug of cocoa with a spoon. He had called Thorne after seeing the damage his slow actions had caused. Thorne had come immediately, not caring that it was six in the morning—which was true friendship.

Thorne set down his own mug of coffee, rubbing his eyes. "Kai, buddy, this was not your fault." Thorne rarely called Kai by his first name.

"But it was!" Kai threw his hands in the air. A sob escaped him, and he didn't even care as the few waiters and waitresses stared at him. "I was stupid, and left her there to burn. I may as well have lit her on fire or chopped her leg off. I did this to her!"

"If you really believe that, then you're stupid." Thorne picked up a bagel and munched on it, as though he didn't have a single care in the world. "She doesn't deserve what happened to her, but it's not your fault, Kai. Aces, it wasn't even that Levana characters' fault. No one could have helped this situation."

Kai hiccuped and stared at his own blueberry muffin with disdain. He didn't have much of an appetite after all he had seen. "But I could have gotten to her before the fire started. I should have gone to her first. I could have–"

"Okay, let's clear up the could-have-would-have-should-have's, okay?" Thorne put up a hand to stop Kai's rant. "You're not superman. You're not Mr. Incredible. You are human, and with that comes human error. You don't get to be perfect, and if the girl blames you for what happened, that's her problem."

"But I could have done better." Kai whimpered.

Thorne sighed, slightly annoyed. "Okay, here's a different analogy. You're Batman." Kai perked up a bit; Batman was his all-time favorite superhero. "In The Dark Knight the Joker kidnaps both Rachel and Harvey. Batman wanted to save Rachel— he should have, but he was tricked. He saved Harvey instead, and felt terrible about it forever and never forgave himself."

"Yes, it would have made more sense to save Selene first, but you were in shock. You went for the other person—your brain tricked you— and Selene got hurt because of it. The whole ordeal sucks, but you can't change the past. You might as well stop beating yourself up over it, because it's never going to change."

Kai bit his lip and nodded. Thorne's speech made him feel a little bit better, but not much. His guilt ate at his insides, but Thorne was right; you couldn't change the past. But he could make the future, and he could still help Selene.

"I think..." Kai picked at his muffin absentmindedly. "I think I'm going to try and contact her Foster Family. See if I can find anyone who knew her. I don't want her to be alone. " Kai's voice cracked on the last word. He didn't know what it felt like to be completely alone. He always had his father and Thorne and Torin and dozens of other people who would look after him. He had the world, and this girl didn't even have a thought from another person. She deserved to have the love of her family or someone who knew and loved her.

"That's an excellent idea, but I thought the family didn't want anything to do with her." Thorne reasoned, stealing Kai's muffin. He ate half of it in a single bite, and Kai stared in awe. Thorne, as always, was the pessimist. Kai would just have to talk to them. How could anyone refuse to help another person after they nearly died?

Determination swelled within Kai's heart. He had a goal, and when his mind was set, he could accomplish anything. "I'll make them come to reason."

***

The casket was too large for someone so small. The day was too bright for something so sad. Not enough people had come to say goodbye to a person so wonderful. Everything was wrong, and Selene couldn't do anything about it.

Flowers rested in abundance around the grave. Selene wished that she could change the past. She wanted to save her sister, but it was too late— it was all her fault.

She should have called for help sooner, but the shock of the entire situation had thrown her off. If she had only payed more attention. If only her senses hadn't frozen up. If only she could have saved the girl who had treated her like family.

"Why are you even here?" Selene spun around. Her gaze was met by her other sister. She looked down. "You're the reason why she's dead. You killed her." Pearl Linh snarled at Selene viciously. Her heart twinged, knowing that she was right.

"I– I just w-wanted to say goodbye." Selene stuttered, pushing down the tears. Pearl herself didn't look upset, but that may have just been the anger consuming her features. "I loved her just the same as you."

Pearl scoffed. "Please, you don't even know what love is." She bared her teeth like she was going to bite Selene. "How could you? No one has ever loved you. That's why no family would keep you for more than a couple of months." The words were like a knife in the gut. They were confirmation of all that Selene had always thought.

No one had ever wanted Selene. She wasn't a troublemaker— or at least she didn't try to be. Trouble just seemed to follow her in the form of a ghost, and people seemed to have a hard time accepting that. The Foster Homes were hard, but constantly jumping from place to place for over ten years was rough on a person.

"I would feel bad for you, but I can now I can see why no one would ever want you. You're a horrible, cruel monster. You killed my little sister— and for what? She never asked for it. She was only a child, but you killed her." Pearl grabbed Selene with both hands, digger her nails ravenously into Selene's arms and breaking the skin. "You're a monster; incapable of love and never to be loved. I hope you're happy, because you're never going to have anyone. You'll die alone someday, and no one will ever mourn your death."

Blood pooled from tiny crescents in Selene's skin. Pearl tilted her head at the marks, smirking in appreciation of her work, before walking off to join her parents. Selene didn't even wipe the blood away, because she knew; she deserved all the pain in the world.

[lamburrito]

FC5 OC Inventory Tag

Thank you @i-am-the-balancing-point for tagging me in this!

Rules: Bold everything your OC has in their inventory and tag someone. If you do not have a specific OC do this for your personal player character. Feel free to specify anything about an item in [brackets]! There is a free space for items still missing at the end of this.

I took the freedom of using two different colours for my OCs

Red: Deputy Alice Heart

Blue: Raven/Reaper (non Deputy OC)

BAG

backpack | shoulder pack | duffle bag | drawstring bag | waist pack | purse | pants pockets | jacket pockets

WEAPONS

fists | brass knuckles | shovel | axe | wooden baseball bat | aluminum bat | paddle | pipe | tree branch| throwing knife | butterfly knife | hunting knife | combat knife | machete |.44 Magnum | P08 | P226 | 1911 | A-99 | SMG-11 | D2 | M-79 SBS | 1887 | M133 MP40 | MP5 | MP34 | BZ19 45/70 | MS16 | M-16 | AK-47 | AR-C | BP-2 .308 Carbine | MBP .50 | AR-CL | SA-50 | SVD MG42 | M249 | M60 RAT4 | RPG-7 | shovel launcher | flamethrower | Magnopulser bear spray | smoke grenades | molotovs | dynamite | grenades | pipe bombs | proximity explosives | remote explosives slingshot | recurve bow | compound bow

GUN ATTACHMENTS

scope | suppressor | extended magazine

APPAREL

ellbow pads | knee pads | wrist guards | bullet proof vest | Junior Deputy uniform | shirt | pants | skirt | dress | scarf | cowboy hat | cap | helmet | mask | gloves | sneakers | boots | jacket [a coat to be precise]| necklace | bracelet | rings | watch | flower crown | sunglasses | glasses | a change of clothes | a change of underwear|

HEALTH + CONSUMABLES

canteen | oregano ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) | liquor | cigarettes | bliss (drug) | medkit | tampons | pads | inhaler | painkillers | burn cream | contacts | moisturizer | perfume | homeopathics | bait | hides | bliss flowers | blue lupines | jimson weed | mustard flowers | prairie fire | prickly lettuce | bliss oil | fangs for hire treats

TOOLS

repair tool | fishing rod | hunting traps | snares | lockpicks | grapple | rope | wingsuit + parachute | binoculars | compass | lighter | pliers | camping dishes | fork | knife | spoon | flashlight | radio

COLLECTIBLES

Cougar's baseball card | Cheeseburger bobblehead | Mars comic | Vietnam comic | Zombie comic | Birds Today magazine | Fishing magazine | Hunting magazine | Western Flora magazine | Vietnam lighter | Vinyl LPs | McHelen 57 whiskey

FOOD

rations for themselves | rations for others | candy | instant coffee | tea bags | energy bars | peanut butter | crackers | trailmix | instant noodles | canned soup | baked beans | hot dog buns | nuts | cookies | oats | chocolate | hot dogs | gum | chips | marshmallows | string cheese | jerky | energ drink | iced tea | soda | beer

MISC

pen | pencil | journal | sketchbook | notepad | map | kindling | keys | lose coins | VHS tape | spray paint | soap | comb | brush | hair ties | razor | lipstick | pocket lint | rosary | cassette tape or CD | Hope County Sheriff's Department badge | camping stove | tent | sleeping bag

ANYTHING ELSE? (sentimental items, religious paraphernalia etc.)

Alice: A lucky charm she got from a friend before moving to Hope country,a multi tool, ear plugs, her phone (it may not work anymore but she hopes when she survives this somehow somebody can saves the pictures that are on it)

Raven/Reaper: A copy of Jacob's Bunker key, she has a suitcase in her car where she keeps most of her stuff, a Norse mythology book (she carries it mostly to annoy Joseph, she knows everything written there already), a little pendant in form of a scythe.

Not tagging anyone, because I think everyone I know in this fandom has already been tagged, but feel free to do this if you see this and want to!

[youarejesting]

Femme: 46

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam, Hyuna x Dawn, Black Pink x Female oc, TXT x robot oc, Got7 x Female oc Rating: Mature Length: 3.3k Warnings: impreg kink, preg kink, three some, orgy, scent kink, masturbation, public masturbation? (in a bathroom stall), oral (F & M receiving), orgasm denial, butt plug, vibrating couples cock rings, leisurely blow job, voyeurism , exhibitionism, mishap with water breaking, Yoongi music producer & baby inducer, cock cages, little bit of dirty talk, little bit of Dom/Sub but nothing serious, Jungkook cries but like because he wants to cum. Big dick joon Announcement: WE ARE BACK!!! NEW CHAPTER! Smut Beta: @taetaewonderland​ Beta: I was dumb and posted before it was finished bing read. I am face palming.

Recap: Your Femme Diaries Channel had been such a success you started a reality TV show from home. Yoongi helps Kyungju deal with girl troubles after a girl stole his milk at school. Hoseok takes Huimang to visit his parents which gives you time to yourself. Taking the Van for a drive you get pulled over for speeding when you vomit on the officer’s shoes, you are taken into the police station suspected of being drunk. Namjoon who was at the station working on a case notices you in the cell and comes to your rescue. You find out you are having a girl and Namjoon is excited. Yoongi avoids you not wanting to be the one to induce the labor again, they all place bets on whether he will or not. 

For your honeymoon, Yoongi gets his payback. Kim Mirae is born. Kyungju finishes first grade. The BTS & BigBang families go on tour. Eric and TXT go to university and the GOT7 boys finally are accepted for a Femme. The Frozen Spoon has two stores with more planned. The BlackPink girls got their Degree’s three of them joining the Femme project, one of which found matches immediately, and the fourth applied for their own Femme.

You were sitting on the front porch resting the tour had gone so well you were working on so many little things a Femme diaries book, that could be translated into every language so woman and men from every country had a sort of manual. There was an app where you could access everything and search topics and be lead to your videos or forums if it was topics you hadn’t covered in videos. 

 The boys were working really hard in their jobs Namjoon as his work was case based spent the most time at home beside Yoongi who worked from home and rarely left his studio. 

The boys had grown up a little each nearing their mid thirties as were you and they aged like a fine wine. Seokjin had experimented with different beards over the two years after the tour. 

Kyungju was eight years old and a music producer like his father, he looked so much like him but he smiled more which warmed his father's heart. Jeongsan was now seven years old and was in love with music as well not exactly the producing process but the listening he had a few troubles like issues with certain smells but also auditory trouble he hated when it got quiet. He learnt how to play Basketball from Yoongi and was on a team though his team was yet to play a real match.

Jae hwan and Jae Eun were two rascals, at age four they both got up to mischief and knew how to play their parents like puppets well all of them except Yoongi. He wasn’t fooled by no one. They were surprisingly humble despite the luxury brands their father bought them. They actually preferred the cheaper brands that had their favorite cartoon characters on them much to their fathers dismay. They hated getting their photos taken as they wanted to be like their older brother Kyungju.

Huimang hit three and three quarters running. He was constantly nagging his older brothers and Jae Eun to play with him. He was happy to do anything, listen to music with Kyungju, Basketball with Jeongsan. He liked to play in the backyard with the twins when they would play fair, that is the two were a unit and used it against the others. But he was also happy with his younger sister watching cartoons.

Mirae was three years old just getting out of her terrible twos and a testament to the break you deserved after having six kids. She was a messy child, and loved to dig up the flowers in your garden much to your dismay. She had a love for fruit and when her daddy jimin would dance with her in his arms around the lounge room. There was so much happening you were happy if you didn’t have any more children. 

That was until one day you heard Seokjin confess that he wanted to have a chance to be a dad. He didn’t know you had heard him and you pondered on these thoughts on the back porch in the morning sun. He had been drunk when he spoke these words and you knew he wouldn’t say something like that out of the blue without thinking it over thoroughly. He was getting older and the oldest out of the family dynamic and you frowned.

You would be happy to make his dream come true but this was a family and you thought it would be best to bring it up with everyone to get their opinions. You knew Yoongi was against having any more children he was already run ragged by the half dozen you had already.

You walked across the house passing Namjoon watching his Ryan from the cartoon Kakao with Mirae and Huimang. Kissing each of their heads as you passed frowning when you got to Mirae. “Baby you have Jam in your hair” Namjoon turned and laughed assuring you he would have them bathed and dressed before their day nap. You sighed, everyone was at work but you had asked for the day off as you wanted to process your thoughts.

You reached the in-home studio and rang the small doorbell and the door opened to show a tired Yoongi, he was growing a small amount of stubble on his chin. Which made him look more mature and made you heart swell at the thought of all your years together. 

“Is something wrong, Kitten?” He raised an eyebrow letting you into his studio. Bringing your hand up to his cheek and pressing a kiss to his lips. He hummed his voice seemed impossibly low as if as he aged it got richer. He sat with you on the couch and you bit your lip and sighed.

“I wanted to ask you something?” You said softly running your hand over his chest massaging the muscles across his chest. It was actually a tip you heard from Hoseok, that chest massages were great for proud creatures like cats and the two of you loved to give him these little chest massages because they made him feel at ease.

“Mmm… What do you want to ask?” He hummed, laying his head in your lap letting your hands wander over his clothed chest and work the muscles under your thumbs.

“Seokjin was drunk the other day and he said something that stuck with me”

“What did he say this time?” He opened his eyes checking you weren’t upset by something the eldest had said while in a drunken stupor. “I can hit him for you?”

“No, It wasn’t bad. It is just, he is getting old and he wants what all of you boys got, I am sure Jimin feels the same way. He wants to be a dad” You whispered and felt the tension increase in Yoongi’s chest.

“Tell him he can have Kyungju” Yoongi sighed

“Don’t you dare even joke that you want to give away your son, Yoongi” You breathed and he sighed “You love him so much all of you love your children just as you love the other children. I know you would turn the world upside down for any of those babies”

“But they all are toilet trained now and you want to start again!” he whined

“Look Yoongi, I am not going to do it unless everyone is on board, so I am not telling you we are having another, I am asking you if you will let Jimin and Jin have their own flesh and blood children they will love like you love your son” You sighed “Please just tell me you will  consider this for Jin and Jimin”

“Fine I will think about it” He sighed seemingly softer.” He laid there and hummed “I do miss you all swollen he turned to your stomach which was soft. You were thankful to Jungkook for helping you remove the baby weight but there was a certain softness that wouldn’t go away. 

Yoongi sighed sitting at the dinner table about one week later looking around at the big family he had that made his heart warm and looked at you as you Jeongsan cut his food. “Okay, I think I could be happy with two more” He smiled softly.

“Well why didn’t you say so” Seokjin grinned and placed some of his food from his own plate onto Yoongi’s. Making Yoongi sigh happily, Why had he ever thought to deny this man from having his own child.

Jimin was currently grinning at the two youngest making them giggle as he made funny noises with Jungkook trying to get the two to eat their veggies. Yoongi let his hand fall onto Jimin’s Thigh and gave it a squeeze in approval, Jimin wasn’t phased but seemed content with the physical affection.

You asked each of them individually and they agreed Namjoon seemed the most excited. So leading Seokjin and Jimin to the shower you were ready to break the news to them. As the words escaped your mouth the two started cheering, hugging you with everything they had. They paused looking at one another and Seokjin said “May the best man win”

Jimin who was in front of you pressed you against Seokjin, pushing the two of you backward until his hyung hit the wall. Seokjin pinned between you and the wall and you pinned between Seokjin and Jimin the former groaned, his growing erection pressing against your back.

Nipping at your bottom lip, Jimin’s tongue found its way into your mouth. He pulled away from the kiss to look you in the eye and you noticed the acquiescent look within them. You raised an eyebrow at Jimin wondering why he looked like he was giving Mirae his ice cream when she dropped hers. 

Jimin was selfless and it wasn’t hard to figure out what it meant. Grabbing his face in your hands you kissed him trying to show him how much you loved him. The kiss was wet from the warm water raining over the three of you. Your lips slipped from his and slid down to his jaw along the length of his neck and you kissed his chest over the strong beat of his heart.

Lifting you to wrap your legs around him, Jimin reached behind you to secure Seokjin’s cock in his hand, giving it a few pumps, before positioning his hyung at your entrance.

“There is no competition Hyung. You have waited the longest. I want you to have a baby first” Jimin smiled over your shoulder and lowered you until you were stuffed full. Jimin pressed his smooth chest against yours pressing his lips to Seokjin’s over your shoulder. “I will help you get a baby Hyung”

It wasn't instant. You had spent six months trying before you made an appointment at the fertility clinic and they did a few quick initial tests and the first test was a simple pregnancy test just to check and it came back positive which made your head spin. You made an appointment to follow up and make sure everything was going okay as the time progressed.

You didn’t want to let anyone know just yet as you always wanted to make sure that you had passed the dangerous time frame. So you spent your time relaxing and working, Seokjin was under the impression that in three months you were going to get artificially inseminated but you hadn’t told him that you were already pregnant.

It was the Hotel Christmas party and you all went along and Jimin seemed to notice you switching your alcoholic drinks for water and juice. The way you shifted in your seat rubbing your back and taking slow breaths when they placed a particularly smelly dinner. “Hey Princess can you help me with my jacket there is a thread that is digging into my neck and I want to get some fresh air”

You nodded thankful for his keen eyes, the table turned to see you leave some of them grinning thinking you two had run off to canoodle in the bathroom. The bathroom was a god sent, the clean scent of soap was what you needed to get rid of the rancid fish smell from the dinner. Jimin rubbed your back and grinned at you from the mirror.

“You are pregnant aren’t you princess?” You noticed the strange look in his eyes, his pupils dilated and lips wet from his eager tongue. He shifted on his feet and your eyes fell to the tent in his dress pants. Eyes flickering back to his where he was smirking and he stepped forward, hands slipping around your waist palms sliding affectionately over your soft tummy and up to your currently swollen breasts. “They are tender, aren’t they?”

“Yes” You whined as he massaged and played with them sadistically loving to see you whine and cry out. He didn’t want to hurt you but he liked to push you close to the border of pleasure or pain. He had taken a few steps over the line with your consent and it was some of the best pleasure you had ever experienced. 

He took your hand pulling you into a stall where he closed the toilet seat and sat down lifting your dress over his head. His forehead gently pressed against your stomach, his nose pressed to your heated core. He unfastened his belt and you heard the clatter of the buckle and the pull of the zip and he was busy pumping himself in his hand fiercely, his hot breath hitting your rapidly soaking your panties.

“You are so sexy full of hyungs baby” He breathed, you were holding the walls of the stall, his hand pressed to the small of your back so he could press himself closer to you. You felt the vibrations of his moan through his nose; his mouth fell open as he cried out against you.

He cleaned himself up and gingerly exited from under your dress his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. You grinned kissing him happily.

It seemed Jimin’s pregnancy kink was insatiable. He liked the way your scent changed when you were pregnant. Jungkook also noticed and approached you one afternoon. Between Jimin and Jungkook you were kept busy, truly appreciating when they would do things for you like; massaging your feet or massaging you in general while they helped each other with their own desires.

Hoseok noticed next as usual, Kyungju called you out after him which surprised you but it seemed your son knew your cues of pregnancy as he had watched you with all his younger siblings. “You were given the all clear Seokjin was ready driving you in the van to the fertility clinic nervous, but when you were given the ultrasound and he saw the baby he got quiet”

“You are pregnant” He seemed sad you didn’t understand what the issue was until he asked the doctor.

“Have you done the paternity test with our DNA samples.

“Yes, You are Kim Seokjin, correct?” Seokjin nodded and he smiled “You are the father congratulations”

“When I came in for the initial appointment I was pregnant with a baby and you were the only one I was with, the other boys were abstaining” You breathed as his hand fell on top your belly rubbing the tiny bump. “I wanted to wait until the baby wasn’t in the danger stage. I would have hated telling you and then losing the baby. You would have been so upset my love”

You saw the way his lips were contorting in a weird purse that he did when he was trying to hold back his laughter but as the watery look in his eyes overflowed into a river of tears and he couldn’t hold back the cry as he hugged you telling you he loved you. It was after his five minute break down that he sniffed and playfully asked.

“Am I still handsome when I cry Darling?”

“The most handsome, my love” You chuckled kissing his red tipped nose and he laughed.

You went to see the TXT boy’s they had just finished their degrees and you were going to surprise them at their graduation ceremony. They were all going into their fields together and finally applied for a Femme, After being rejected over five times they were approached by Femme bot, Femme industries was the umbrella company and their bots were to provide companion ship for those who are eligible for a Femme.

The boys were hesitant and decided to wait because they didn’t know how to feel about a robot being their destined partner.

You were four months pregnant and going on tour accompanied by the TXT boys who had worked on their own careers. They had taken courses in university that enhanced the quality of their content on social media platforms. 

You were filming the tour as you were doing a movie about your lives where you recreated some scenes. So here you were in a pod once more on set in a hospital gown. You recreated the scenes and grinned and you then had a replica of your apartment, everyone was trying to recreate the nervousness you had felt when you were all so young. It was cute seeing everyone all dressed in their old style clothes and their hair and beards cut and trimmed until they looked like their old selves and you were given a wig and a little bit of makeup as well. 

Between recreated scenes were scenes from your videos that you had made all those years ago and also some behind the scenes interviews where you all sat on a couch and explained what you had thought and felt at the time. It was absolutely adorable talking about how little and shy they were and hearing them talk about you as well.

It was when everyone was packing up for the night, Taehyung grabbed

your hand and dragged you from the dressing room and through the sets until he arrived at the first set and opened the pod and you threw your head back and laughed realizing what he wanted to do.

He pressed his large palm to your mouth and shushed you. With a growl he commanded you to get into the pod and he climbed in with you. It was tight, there was no room for movement so he was quick to lower you onto his thick dick before laying you against him and closing the lid behind you.

You were laying against him as he kissed you slowly and he was barely able to move his hips pressed against your A-spot. He was able to just gently rub the head of his cock against it repeatedly causing you static-like pleasure to buzz through your tummy and thighs.

He was moaning in your ear about how sexy you were. His hand wedges between you, his thumb rubbing your clit, loving how you twitched and tightened around him. The pod started to get sweaty and you were feeling absolutely euphoric as he stimulated the deepest parts of you.

After some serious grinding deep inside you he came, bursting like a water balloon painting your walls he made you cum hard and you cried out against his chest your orgasm was powerful. 

You were six months now and the filming was over but you were going straight into another tour. You were happy as the tour began. You announced you were pregnant and the older of your children joined you on some of your stages and had a few funny words. Huimang and Jeongsan did a little dance performance and the crowd were cooing at how cute they were. 

By the time you were settled back home after the tour, you were back to managing the Frozen Spoon. Your body remembered pregnancy well as you seemed to have had every symptom in the book. Perhaps you were stronger now with all the work you had been doing over the years with Jungkook.

Because you made it to full term and were now a few days over. That is how they found you dancing in the living room trying to get things moving. “I want this baby to come out, I am hot and my stomach is huge. If it grows anymore I am going to bust at the seems”

“Let’s try Yoongi,” Hoseok grinned, walking you to the in-home studio and they barged in, Hoseok’s hands on your shoulders waddling you through the doorway until you were in the middle of the room. 

“No, No, No!” He said falling out of his chair and backing up on his bottom across the floor until he hit the wall. “Get her out of here, I have precious equipment”

“Come on, Yoongi, I am overdue and I want freedom” You rubbed your belly “I am so fat and I want to have the baby soon and inducing labour is the most painful thing in the world”

“You wouldn’t know you have never been induced” He sighed waving his hands around “Alright back out of the studio slowly and I will help you. Just for god sakes not in here”

You were laying in the huge lounge propped up against Hoseok’s chest and he laughed at Yoongi’s mock reluctance. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Jimin said, licking his lips and taking small steps forward. 

“Sit” Yoongi commanded him and he lowered himself onto his knees, you hummed at the interaction between the two. He looks at you with a sense of hesitancy and leans in to give you a slow kiss. 

You grab him by the hair and tried to coax his confidence out, it eventually works and he is ravishing your mouth. His tongue and teeth abusing your soft petal pink lips. He pulled back and got to work removing you overalls. It seemed you couldn’t stand having anything around your hips or waist so you had practically lived in long baggy overalls for the past month or two. 

Jimin was hard watching Yoongi caress your belly and thighs, they all sat watching anticipating. Hoseok held your hands in his intertwining your fingers and holding them out from your body. 

Taehyung and Jungkook who had been sitting on Seokjin and Namjoon respectively started to squirm in their laps. Grinding their asses against their Hyungs looking for relief. The two older males finding themselves gently caressing their younger counterparts over their pants. 

Jimin turned hearing the tenor moans and cries behind him and the soft sweet sound you were making, he was conflicted of where he should look whilst simultaneously feeling left out. 

He ran around to your other side so he only had to look in one direction to see everyone but that didn’t help him feel untouched. 

Yoongi and Hoseok’s eyes were wandering similarly. They would travel along the expanse of your body then on towards Jimin who was rocking his hips against the air, his pants straining more with each passing second. They would then flicker their gaze to the rest of the maknae line who were turning so soft. Yoongi leaned down between your legs, his eyes connecting to Jimin’s and giving him a gummy grin. He didn’t dare look away from Jimin, Because he knew how much the young man loved his eye contact in the bedroom. Jimin was such a sensual creature he didn’t need to be touched to feel and experience pleasure. Sometimes he got off just by watching.

So Yoongi held his gaze and with every swipe of his tongue Jimin would keen for him and the room would grow heavier with the weight of Jimin’s sexual desires. Hoseok took your joined hands and placed them against Jimin’s crouch causing him to thrust his hips forward into your conjoined hands and let out an aching cry. 

When Jimin looked away and down at his crotch, Yoongi stopped making you whine and Jimin looked up at you to see what he had missed. You were looking down at Yoongi and Jimin’s eyes followed yours until they locked onto Yoongi’s once more and the pale producer got back to work.

You were ready to come but nothing with Yoongi came easy. He kept getting you right to the edge but never letting you over completely. Hoseok had removed Jimin from his pants and was using your tangled hands to provide him with the necessary friction. 

Jungkook was effectively distracted by Namjoon’s big hand wrapped around his cock. A Thick butt plug nestled between his cheeks. “You like this Baby boy? You like it when your hyung takes care of you?” 

“Ah yes” he said, receiving a firm squeeze, his head spinning at the tight feeling. He seemed to realize his mistake “Yes sir”

“Look how much you are leaking, what would everyone say if they knew how much this turned you on?” He said harshly, running the flat of his palm against the head of Jungkook’s penis, the boy cried and squirmed harder against Namjoon’s length.

“You can’t come unless I say you can?” He said and continued pumping him furiously squeezing the head and watching Jungkook press his knees together and cry and shake trying to prevent himself from cumming.

Taehyung was in a whole other level of torture, instead of having to hold back a powerful orgasm he was trying to spur it on. Seokjin was leisurely stroking Taehyung with one hand while his other hand was between their bodies slowly caressing his own cock. Taehyung didn’t care for the older males' delayed gratification methods and was practically rutting in his hand. “Hyung” he moaned desperately.

“No this is about my pregnant wife not you”

“Our pregnant wife” Namjoon corrected. Seokjin rolled his eyes, feeling Taehyung’s hand brush past his trying to touch himself. Using his free hand Seokjin grabbed Taehyung by his hair and pulled his head back to speak directly into his ear. 

“Who is older, me or you?”

“You”

“Who is in charge, me or you?”

“You are in charge you grandpa” Taehyung huffed “I am sick of slow, I didn’t know you had gotten that old that you couldn’t even Jerk me off properly hyung. You should be careful you must be getting frail.”

Seokjin pushed Taehyung over the arm of the chair and pulled his lounge pants down to expose his ass, where he firmly spanked him telling him that he would not be disrespected like that. Taehyung moaned happy he had riled him up expecting him now to try and prove a point and get him off quickly. But the plan backfired. 

“Get on your knees facing me,” Seokjin commanded and he quickly scrambled to the floor, “spread them and put your hands on my thighs.”

Taehyung spread his knees apart feeling the tightness in his muscle that wasn’t particularly flexible.

“Well go ahead” Seokjin lazily looked down at him, Taehyung took the older gentleman’s thick member into his mouth and began bobbing his head furiously hoping to send him over the edge quickly. A firm hand in his hair stopped this quickly and guided him slowly back and forth sliding him across his tongue. Taehyung was leisurely caressing the underside of Seokjin’s Penis with his tongue.

Looking up at him to see his eyes were on you, he was nervous about the idea of the baby coming today. Taehyung relaxed his throat and let the hot appendage in his mouth slide further back until the thick head brushed the walls of his throat where he swallowed a little uncomfortably at the thickness. Seokjin’s hips thrust forward on reflex, making Taehyung moan.

Taehyung continued this slowly, deepthroating Seokjin’s cock until he suddenly spilled his seed into Taehyung’s throat. He pulled back to swallow the sticky substance that had started to gush out of Seokjin but as he pulled back he continued cumming hard in Taehyung’s mouth. Filling it with hot white liquid. When Taehyung looked up he saw Namjoon with his free hand firmly squeezing the back of Seokjin’s neck encouraging him to cum.

Jungkook was begging Namjoon to let him cum, he was sticky and making the most illicit wet sounds in Namjoon’s hand. Namjoon part way through watching Taehyung suck off the oldest in the family, removing himself from his pants he was wearing a cock ring that had his dick looking fierce and deliciously thick. He had taken a matching cock ring from his pocket and placed it around Jungkook’s sensitive cock. Watching him whine as he situated it in place. Namjoon had stopped for about thirty seconds at a time to let Jungkook recollect himself. He didn’t want him to come too soon and end his fun.

Jungkook was not silent at all; he was the loudest in the room, begging and crying in response to Namjoon’s questions and ministrations. Taking the youngest in his hand once more he smirked leaning into his ear. “You think I don’t notice the way you watch me Kookie, the way you blatantly look at my package when you think I am not looking. What do you want to do, huh? You want to sit on my cock? Or perhaps you want to suck it. Do you want me to fill you up, I have been saving it all for you”

“Please I want to cum?” Jungkook cried fat tears falling onto his thighs and Namjoon  sighed carefully removing the butt plug and lifting the boy onto his hard length. Jungkook lowered himself whimpering and clenching around Namjoon’s swollen erection.

Namjoon wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s thin waist and rocked the younger boy against him. The blood that filled Jungkook’s painfully stiff member had it bouncing against his lower stomach 

Namjoon hadn’t told the poor maknae that the cock rings were actually a part of a set designed for couples and had a remote that when you turned the dial they began to vibrate at different settings. So without warning Namjoon turned it on, setting it to a rapid pulse and matching the rhythm with his hips.

Jungkook is no longer coherent, emitting high pitched cries and cumming hard over his chest and thighs, tears pouring down his face as his body writhed in pleasure. Namjoon followed soon after spilling inside the young man.

Yoongi must have taken pity on you letting you come. He watched you hesitantly waiting for your waters to break and when it didn’t he raised an eyebrow. “It seems it didn't work” He smiled his hand reaching out and gently holding your swollen midsection. He felt your stomach muscles tighten under his palm as he caressed the exposed flesh.

You were sure this was a contraction and you knew it took a while between the initial contractions and active labor, something you had learnt from your previous pregnancies and birthing experience. 

What you didn’t expect was for you to cramp up again and a warm sensation between your legs. “Oh my god, her waters actually just broke” Hoseok said excitedly, he was ready to see the new baby.

All other activities ceased and everyone got down to business, who was going to pick the kids up from school, who was going to the hospital. Where the bags are what they needed to pack, thought everything was mostly already packed. Once the plan was complete you and the boys raced around to grab your things. Not before Hoseok grabbed Jimin and Taehyung both who hadn’t had a single orgasm and secured a cock cage to each of them with a grin.

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You Make It Feel Like Christmas [One-shot]

wickedsingularity’s Christmas Stories 2019 Masterlist

Fandom: MCU Pairings/characters: Steve Rogers x reader (but not really), Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, James Rhodes, Clint Barton Words: 4382 Warnings: Nostalgia, off-key singing, kissing

Summary: (Very very loosely based on Neil Diamond's song with the same title.) Steve usually runs off on missions during Christmas, not feeling very much like celebrating a modern Christmas. It's just not him. But this Christmas there is nothing for him to do, but hang around. And he can't help but find the holiday spirit again.

It was that time of year again. All the shops were decorated in some way, the grocery store was filled with Christmas themed food and candy, either with added Christmas spices or holiday-themed wrapping. Everywhere there was someone collecting for some kind of charity, preying on people's Christmas spirit or guilt to be extra generous. Christmas music was blasting from every speaker, there were Santa's everywhere with the "Ho Ho Ho!" and Christmas cheer.

It was all so much. So different from what he was used to.

Steve had been in the modern world for a few years now, and he felt very caught up with technology and history and social protocols, but there were some things he just couldn't wrap his head around.

His first Christmas out of the ice, he'd spent alone. He had been invited to Tony's Christmas party, Thor had asked if he'd want to come visit Asgard, Clint had said there would be room around the table for one more. But from the moment the first Christmas advertisement came on the television, it was all too much for Steve.

He didn't have much when he grew up, except his mom. And later, Bucky. They never had many decorations, except a very worn old Santa carved from wood that his mom had gotten for her grandpa when she was a child and some homemade garlands and maybe a candle on Christmas Eve. They never had a tree because of his allergies. The table was never overflowing with food, but his mom always managed to make whatever they had a little bit more special. He was always sicker during the winter. His asthma acted up in the cold weather, he caught every head and chest cold or stomach bug that was going around at school. But it was the spirit that Steve remembered. The smiles on his mom's face, the way she lit up when he had drawn a snowman or Christmas tree for her to hang on the wall.

That spirit was what made it Christmas for him. And that is what he missed.

He felt like the world had lost that. It was all colours and noise and forced cheer and everyone running around needing everything to be perfect. Steve just couldn't connect with any of it. So, he politely rejected all the invitations he'd gotten every year since the ice. He gladly took all the missions that came up during the holidays, letting someone else have the time off to spend with their family.

But this year, there were no missions, no emergencies, no crisis, no world to save. It was the first Christmas at the newly built Avengers Facility upstate New York, and there wasn't even anything to do with construction or furnishings he could help with, Tony had made sure everything was done before they moved in. He looked for something to do everywhere, paperwork, research, anything, but there was absolutely nothing.

"Come on, man, cheer up! It's Christmas!" Sam said, slapping Steve's back one morning a few days before Christmas. They'd just come back from their morning run and was heading for the kitchen to get something to eat before showering. Steve had told Sam some of his feelings about the holidays. "If you can't get the feel of Christmas, then at least enjoy the time off."

"Yeah..." Steve muttered, quickly opening a water bottle and downing the contents so he didn't have to say anything else.

"Hi, Steve," a cheery voice came from the counter. Steve was on the chaise, the newspaper spread out on the table, and he had been completely immersed in a story about a mysterious murder in Washington, wondering if he could go help solve it. He snapped his head up and saw her there. She was about to make herself some hot chocolate, judging by the smell of warming milk from the saucepan on the stove. He hadn't even heard her come in.

"Hi," he said, closing the newspaper and folding it up.

"I'm so sad," she said, chopping up a bar of chocolate.

"Why?" Steve's heart hammered in his chest. She shouldn't be sad, she was always so happy and this was her absolute favourite time of year. What had made her sad? "Do I need to punch anyone?"

But there was a small smile on her face as she put away the last small piece of the chocolate bar and poured the chopped bits into a bowl. "You know very well I can punch anyone into the next century myself," she winked before she pouted. "There's no snow yet." Then she turned to the microwave and put the bowl in, setting it for 30 seconds.

Steve breathed out in relief, it was nothing serious. "Oh."

"Forecast says there's no chance of snow this year." She checked the warming milk, before taking the bowl out of the microwave and stirring. "Christmas needs snow." The bowl went back into the microwave.

"I suppose," Steve said quietly.

He watched as she continued to warm up and stir the chocolate several times. He had to admit it smelled delicious. She checked the milk again and nodded, turning the heat off. She poured the melted chocolate into the saucepan and stirred carefully for a while until she dipped a finger into the mixture and tasted. "Perfect." She expertly used the knife to create some chocolate shavings from the last bit she had saved, and then pulled out a bag of marshmallows, a can of whipped cream and two large mugs. Both mugs were filled and decorated, and then she walked over to Steve and gave one to him.

He took it with a questioning look up at her.

"Looked like you could use some." She shrugged and smiled, and then left with her own mug of hot chocolate.

Steve stared after her and only turned his attention back to the mug in his hand when the heat became a tad too much for his skin. He looked at it and marvelled at how beautiful she had made it, with slowly melting marshmallows, a perfect dollop of cream and some chocolate shavings on top. He took a sip and it was creamy and sweet, but not too sweet. He was pretty sure he had never tasted hot chocolate that good in his entire life. But it didn't surprise him that she was this good at it.

She loved Christmas. Everyone knew that. She had her presents planned and bought months before December, she started decorating the second Halloween was over, sometimes even before. She played Christmas music from the middle of November. She made bite-sized Christmas candy for the entire team and then some every year. Everything Christmas was her.

Steve padded back to his room, the mysterious murder in the newspaper totally forgotten. He passed Natasha on the way and she raised her eyebrows at the mug in his hands but didn't say anything.

Later that day, after dinner and some weightlifting where he and Sam spotted each other, Steve was ready to get to bed. But apparently, he had collected some plates and cups in the last few days, so he gathered them all and padded quietly towards the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher.

There was a bit of noise as he set the dishes down on the counter and there was a muffled sound. He snapped up and looked around towards the living area. The television was on, but the screen was blank, only the logo bouncing off the edges. Steve walked carefully closer and glanced over the back of the couch. She was there, sleeping, head resting on the arm of the couch. Wanda was sleeping with her head on the other arm, a blanket covering their legs. On the coffee table, there was an open and empty Blu-ray case. The inside was covered with teasing summaries of Christmas movies, so Steve guessed the girls had been watching one.

The remote was threatening to fall out of Wanda's hand, so Steve carefully took it from her and turned the television off. But the Scarlet Witch woke up. "Captain?" Her voice was scratchy.

"Just turning off the TV," Steve explained.

"We fell asleep. Didn't catch the end of the movie." Wanda sat up and yawned, the blanket falling to the floor. "I'll wake her up."

"No no!" Steve hissed. "As long as she's sleeping, let her."

Wanda smiled knowingly but agreed. "Okay." Then she grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her. "Goodnight, Steve."

"Goodnight."

As soon as Wanda had left, Steve took a moment to admire the sleeping form on the couch. She looked so peaceful, the glow of the Christmas tree that no one pulled the plug on at night made her look almost angelic. Steve pulled the blanket up a bit more and tucked her in carefully. The urge to kiss her washed over him, but he had no right to do that. So, he backed away and went to finish putting the dishes away as quietly as he could.

The next morning Steve decided to skip his morning run. It was wet and cold outside, rain hammering on the windows, and he just didn't want that. He decided to make himself a nice breakfast instead, and then he could get some exercise done in the gym later.

Natasha, Sam and Rhodey were already there in the kitchen when Steve came in. He did a quick detour to check the couch, but it was empty.

"Enjoy your hot chocolate yesterday?" Natasha asked, setting down her spoon in the bowl of cereal.

Steve hummed absentmindedly as he grabbed eggs and a pack of bacon from the fridge.

"She makes really good hot chocolate, doesn't she?"

"The best one I've had, I think," he replied, still too focused on the task at hand to hear the suggestive tone in Natasha's voice. Sam chuckled while he emptied the carton of orange juice and screwed the lid back on, but he stopped abruptly at the sound of very off-key singing coming up the stairs. This finally got Steve's attention too, he recognized the voice.

"You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear, voices singing, let's be jolly, deck the halls with bou–" She stopped short as she reached the top of the stairs, mouth open mid-word and eyes wide. She hastily pulled the earplugs out, the faint sound of Brenda Lee still singing coming from them. She looked like a wet cat, hair plastered to her head, her running clothes almost soaked through. "Sorry!" she apologized sheepishly, reaching into a pocket for her phone to turn off the music.

"You really can't sing, babe," Sam said amusedly.

"I know." She grinned. "I usually don't sing out loud either, but..."

"Christmas music," Rhodey finished for her.

"You actually went outside in that weather?" Natasha asked.

"Yeah, can't tell how much I'm sweating if it rains." She walked over the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and downed almost half the content. "Besides... If it's not going to snow for Christmas, then I'll damn well leave as much of my sweat out there as I can."

"You better get changed before you catch a cold," Steve said, adding bacon to a frying pan, trying very hard not to stare at her.

She glanced at what he was making and licked her lips. "Okay. If you make some of that for me too? I'm starving."

"Of course." Steve grinned.

She grinned back and hurried down the stairs again with the rest of her water.

Sam and Natasha began cleaning up after themselves and then left too. Rhodey was only halfway, having read the news on his tablet while he ate. He turned his attention back to the tablet and the slices of fruit he had left when Steve started humming.

"What was that?" Rhodey asked.

Steve stopped stirring the scrambled egg batter and looked up. "What?"

"Were you humming that song?"

"What song? No." Steve frowned.

Rhodey just nodded slowly. Then he pressed the lock button on the tablet, and grabbed it and the bowl of fruit and left the kitchen too.

Steve shook his head, no idea what the other man was on about and poured the batter onto a second frying pan. He began humming again to the melody of Rockin' around the Christmas tree and flipped the bacon before he started gently stirring the eggs.

It was a few minutes before he heard the humming himself, and he promptly stopped, a little shocked. He didn't start up again, but added some more bacon and quickly whipped up more scrambled eggs batter, getting it cooking.

Just as he was about to turn the oven off and get out the bread, she came back. Her hair was still wet, but he could smell the shampoo on her, even through the bacon and eggs.

"Smells delicious," she said and grabbed a couple of tomatoes from the fridge.

"Hope it tastes as good as it smells," Steve said, filling up two plates with the eggs and bacon and a few slices of toast.

"Impossible to muck up bacon and eggs. Do you want tomatoes on yours?"

"Sure."

She chopped quickly and expertly, and they were soon sitting on either side of the island, eating breakfast. Every once in a while, she would hum something Steve thought might be a Christmas song, but he couldn't be sure. But he found that he liked listening to her, even if even her humming was off-key sometimes.

"Do you have everything ready for Christmas, Steve?" she suddenly asked. They hadn't talked at all since they sat down and Steve enjoyed the silence with her. They had always been good friends and there had never been an awkward silence between them, so he wished she had let the silence continue rather than ask that question. He didn't want to bring her down.

He chewed overly long on a too-small bite of bacon, before deciding on an answer. "I'm as ready as I need to be."

She frowned. Then she set her elbows on the counter and leaned her head in her hands, looking up at him. "I've noticed that you've never been around for Christmas before now. I've also noticed that you always jumped at the chance of taking a mission at this time of year. Just tell me to shut up if I'm being too nosy. You're not a Christmas person, are you, Steve Rogers?"

He sighed. Shoved the last of the eggs onto his fork, but set the fork down. He didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't want to sound like a grinch either. "I used to love Christmas. Way back when. But now... it's... so much."

She chewed her lip. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But you shouldn't let all the flash and hustle and bustle get to you. Don't let that control your Christmas. Just let it be what you want it to be, take what you need to make it a Christmas you enjoy. I just love the music and the lights and the snow. I can't get snow this year, so apparently, I compensate by torturing you guys with my singing." She chuckled.

"It wasn't torture!" Steve interjected. She just stared at him, her lips a thin line, until Steve broke into a grin. "Yeah okay, it was bad. But you have fun with it."

"That I do."

Christmas Eve arrived. Sam and Wanda had a big dinner planned, and the entire facility smelled of delicious food almost from the crack of dawn. Steve woke a bit later than he was used to, last night he had gotten the urge to turn off his alarm. He laid in bed for a little while, smelling the start of the feast, and started to look forward to it.

The sound of rain spattered on the windows, and he thought back to the conversation he'd had with her yesterday. She had mentioned snow again, she was clearly very upset that there was no snow to give her a white Christmas. He wondered if he could do something about that.

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know, where the treetops glisten and–" He stopped abruptly. That was a song he used to sing with Bucky and the rest of the Howling Commandos during their off time fighting HYDRA. He hadn't sung or hummed a single tune since the ice and now he had done both in less than a day. He shook his head and climbed out of bed.

He was starting to enjoy not having anything to do. He'd thought he'd go mad with it, he thought he always needed some conflict or fight to resolve. But with everyone else hanging around the building, there was always someone to talk to. And he found himself gravitating more and more towards her.

Steve had had a crush on her for a long time now, but he hadn't allowed himself to let it become more than that and had been happy just being her friend. But seeing her now, with all the Christmas around, the one thing that made her so unbelievably happy, he couldn't help it. Around lunchtime, she'd curled up with Natasha on the couch for another Christmas movie and her famous hot chocolate. She'd slipped Steve a cup too, with a finger on her lips and don't tell anyone.

Rhodey, Clint and Vision had joined them at some point, and about halfway through, Steve had asked if he could sit down. She'd grinned and patted the space next to her on the couch. Fighting a blush, he sat down and lost the fight with the blush when she pulled the blanket she had curled around her legs over his legs too before leaning back into Natasha.

When the movie ended, she had stretched her legs over Steve's and she was completely snuggled into Natasha's side.

"Nat!" Sam's voice came from the kitchen area.

"What?"

"Now that the movie is over, Wanda says you have a recipe for a glaze that is to die for."

"I told you that in confidence, Maximoff!"

"I'm sorry, but Sam's just won't turn out right. Could you help us?"

Natasha sat up and threw the blanket off of herself. Then she glared around at everyone. "If you ever mention this to anyone, I will kill you."

"Duly noted," Steve said.

Dinner was a huge affair. Sam, Wanda and Natasha had made a magnificent feast and everyone was too full for comfort after, just half lying half sitting around the room after. There were some old Disney specials on TV, but no one really paid much attention. One after one, they retired for the evening. Steve was soon the only one left with her. She just laid across the arm of the couch, staring at the Christmas tree.

"I really wish there was snow, Steve," she said a few minutes after everyone else was gone. "I know there aren't any proper snowy Christmases anymore, the climate being what it is, but this year I just... Really wish there was snow."

Steve didn't say anything. He just laid a hand on the leg that was stretched out next to him. She moved up and leaned towards him, snuggling in under his arm, one of her hands making a fist on his blue shirt. Steve laid his arm over her and she made a sigh of content.

For a long while, they sat like that. It was the most relaxed and comfortable Steve had felt in... well, for as long as he could remember. The room was beautiful in the half darkness, Christmas lights and the last bit of the candles on the dinner table the only lights. It was a perfect moment. And it came to an end when she pulled away and sat up.

"I should go to bed."

"Me too."

"Thank you for sitting with me for a bit, Steve."

"Anytime."

"Goodnight."

"Night." He watched her walk away, thinking hard. Then he came to a decision. He fished his phone out of his pocket, scrolled through the contact list and pressed the name he was looking for. It rang for a few seconds before they answered. "Tony, it's Steve. I need a favour."

I woke early on Christmas morning, I hadn't slept all that well because I'd had too much for dinner. But I stayed in bed for a long time, not wanting to leave the warm comfort of it just yet. From the sound of it, no one else was up yet either.

After a while, I turned around to look out the window. I knew there would be no change, there was no chance of it, no one could pull off a weather miracle. I only knew one person who could change the weather, and he could only conjure rain and thunder. Not snow.

It was just as wet and dreary today as it had been for the past few days.

Like I had told Steve several times now, I really wanted snow. I don't know why it felt so important this year, why I wanted it so much. But I did. I didn't let it ruin my Christmas spirit though. There were too many other things to enjoy this time of year. Which is what made me jump out of bed. I would make hot chocolate for everyone to wake up to.

I got dressed in something a bit nicer than my completely worn out Christmas pyjamas and hurried off to the kitchen. But as I opened the door to the common area, I stopped dead. My jaw dropped, I couldn't believe what I saw. The entire, gigantic room was covered in snow. It really looked like someone had torn off the roof during a heavy snowfall. It was on the Christmas tree, the couches, the counter, the cabinets, the table, the chair, the television, the side tables, the floor... Everywhere. And a lot.

I squealed and ran inside. It wasn't wet or cold but still felt like real snow. I grabbed handfuls and threw it in the air, squealing and laughing.

"What the hell is going on?" Clint's voice came from the hall and others joined in.

"What is this?"

"What happened here?"

"Snow!" I screamed and fell to my knees, almost crying with happiness.

Rhodey, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Vision and Wanda were standing by the door, looking around in amazement. Then Steve came, he stopped by the door and leaned on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, a small smile on his lips.

"Steve?" I asked, he looked too smug to be allowed. "Did you do this?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I hopped up and walked towards him. "You did this."

Everyone turned to look at him, but he just shrugged.

"I told you I wished for snow, and then this happened. You did this."

"Tony and I did this," he said. "I called him after everyone went to bed last night, and... well." He gestured with his head to the room.

I felt tears prick at my eyes. "Steve... This is the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me."

"Let's start opening presents, guys," Sam suggested and herded the others towards the snow-covered Christmas tree. "Leave those two to it."

"I can't believe you did this for me. You even said you're not that into Christmas anymore."

Steve pushed off the door frame and took one step towards me, standing so close I had to look up at him. I could count the lashes on him if my sight wasn't blurred by tears. He laid his hands on my face, thumbs wiping at them as they fell. "Someone seems to be changing that for me."

I swallowed down a sob. "Steve?"

He just smiled. Then he moved closer and his lips were on mine. I faintly heard someone whooping from across the room, but right at that moment, I didn't give a damn about anyone else, or the snow, or Christmas, or if all the aliens in the galaxy decided to invade Earth.

I'd had a crush on Steve for as long as I could remember, and it had just grown over the years. I felt like maybe he was interested in me too, but it seemed like none of us ever wanted to take that extra step. Whatever had changed his mind, I was very grateful.

Steve's lips moved agonizingly slow against mine, and they were so soft, so sweet. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, my hands reaching for his t-shirt, grabbing fistfuls of it.

All too soon and what felt like years later, I had to pull away for air. My eyes were still closed as I breathed heavily.

"Can we just...?" Steve asked, and I opened my eyes. He was gesturing to the hall, and I nodded. He took my hand I followed him out of the common room. The door closed behind us and then Steve stopped and turned to look at me. It looked like he was leaning in for another kiss, but then he spoke instead. "I hope I didn't cross any line doing that?"

"The kiss? You did. But I'm glad you did."

"Oh good."

"I've liked you for a long time, Steve," I started. "I just didn't know if I should..." I shrugged.

"I've felt the same way. But these last few days really opened my eyes."

"To Christmas?"

Steve laughed. "Yes, that too. But mostly you. Seeing you do Christmas. I think I'm falling for you." His hands were on my face again, and the way he looked at me brought the lump back in my throat. His face was moving closer, my heart beating faster and faster the closer he got. I was feeling a little dizzy.

"I wonder..." I whispered.

"What?" The word fanned his breath over my face.

"If you'll still like me when Christmas is over." I blinked rapidly, wanting to close my eyes but also never stop looking at him.

His lips were so close to mine I could almost feel the words against them as he spoke. "I know I will."

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My NSFW Challenge

as someone whose only written smut like twice, imma try this. 

You guys pick a number or two and a character/s from my list and I’ll write something up. Once I finish something I’ll link it to the corresponding number.

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Group Sex

Anonymas Sex

Public Sex - What I Needed (Nick Scratch x Reader)

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Primal Play

Suction Play

Anal Sex

Double/Triple Penetration

Breath Play

Genital Worship

Body Worship

Face-Sitting

Face-Fucking

Chastity - Denial (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Orgasm Control

Sensory Deprivation

Sensory Stimulation

Corseting

Voice Kink

Hypnotism

Wax Play

Flogging

Paddling

Spanking

Humiliation

Sadism/Masochism

Bondage

General Dom/Sub

Age Play

Blood Play

Knife Play - Loki, the Little Shit (Loki x Reader)

Situation Play

Con/NonCon and Dub/Con

First Time - Truth Or Dare (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Doggy Style

Mutual Masturbation - Other Ways (Nicholas Scratch x Reader)

Surprise Visit

Overly Dramatic Gesture

On A Dare - Truth Or Dare (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Birthday sex

Distraction Sex - Distraction (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Rough Sex

Roleplay

Gags

Begging

Prompter’s choice

Small Space - Ego Shattering (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Dirty Talk

Against the wall

Bathtub/Hot Tub Sex

Cuddly Sex

Emotional Sex

Fingering

Fighting/Angry Sex

Hair Pulling

Half Dressed Sex

In Front Of A Mirror

Lingerie

Mutual Pining

Dry Sex - Party Fun (Tony Stark x Reader)

Shower Sex

Shy - A Little Bit Of Music (Ralph Dibny x Reader)

Size Difference

Skirts/Thigh High Socks - Party Fun (Tony Stark x Reader)

Skype/Phone Sex

Sleepy Sex

Strap On

Wedding Night

Make Up Sex

Break Up Sex

Spooning

Couch

Sex Toys

Cross Dressing

Kissing

Discovering Boundaries (Setting Rules)

Oral Sex

Something New

Romantic Evening

Sex Game - The Perfect Game (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

No Speaking

Teasing

Clubbing

Almost Getting Caught - Don’t Touch The Hair (Cisco Ramon x Reader)

Inappropriate Location

Morning Sex - My Favourite Girl (Charlie Weasley x Reader)

Spontaneous Sex

Casual Sex

Pushing Boundaries

I Love You - The Perfect Game (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Chair Sex

Loud Sex/Knowing Someone Can Hear

In A Really Dirty Place

Leather And Metal

Comfort Sex

Getting Caught - Tom-Fuckery (Leo Valdez x Reader)

Outdoors

Filming Themselves - Summer Nights (Tony Stark x Reader)

Involving A Hooker

Hot and Cold Play

After An Injury - Distraction (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

In/By A Swimming Pool - Summer Nights (Tony Stark x Reader)

Smutty/Sloppy/Dirty Sex

Calming Others With Sex

Drunk

Quickies

Needy/Clingy Sex

Really Rough, Shove-y Sex

Sex Marathon

On A Plane

By The Fire

Plugs

Silly Giggly Sex

While One Of Them Is On The Phone

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A Slideshow of Road Lines {2}

Synopsis: They say oil and water don’t mix. What about oil paint and engines? He’s an artist reaching toward his dream while the girl with an engine heart is too busy trying to get her hands on the wheel. Is there a way for them to hold onto each other?

Word Count: 5k words 

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Genre: college!au, artist!Chris, angst

Warnings: Language, Physical Illness (mentions and depictions of it)

Author’s Note: Would any of you be interested in a character index? I’m going to do it anyways haha but I want to know if that’s something you’d like to see. You know, just in case you need a reference. It is an expansive world after all. Also, I have a playlist specifically for this universe so if that’s also something you’d like to see... Without further ado...

! IMPORTANT NOTE ! This story is taking place in TWO DIFFERENT TIMES. When you see these flowers ❁, the story is shifting from present to past. There will also be a “Then” next to the day in order to further indicate that. If you have any questions, let me know!

> Part One <

DAY 4 

Her head is bobbing, her mind dipping in and out of consciousness. Any moment now and she’s going to hit rock bottom, far beyond return. 

This is what Y/N deserved for putting off studying for her calculus exam until the night before. The last time she checked the clock-when she was more awake than she is now- it had read 2:03 AM. That had given her a nice seven-hour window to study for the exam in which she was massively unprepared. 

Truthfully, she’s been using this exam as her go-to excuse until it was wrung dry. It had been enough to deter worried Hyunjin more than once and barely sated Yeji who’s relentless with pestering her this entire weekend. Even Minnie senses something is off, leaving a Crunch bar at her door for the past three nights.That’s one reason she preferred Chuu over all of her roommates, because she knew when to keep her distance. 

The Crunch bars, however, are a nice late night snack. 

Her phone buzzing made her head slide off her poised hand, almost right into her desk. Yawning loudly, she scratches at her cheek as she squints down at her phone. Swearing at the brightness, she turns it down before focusing on the only notification that’s lighting up her screen.

Honey

My spidey senses are tingling…                         Delivered at 3:08 AM

She waits patiently for the three dots to reveal whatever else Hyunjin’s spouting at her this late at night. 

Honey

They’re telling me my favorite girl is in need of Honey time...

and Pistachio ice cream.                                  Delivered at 3:09 AM

Even though she’s been trying to avoid him as much as possible, Y/N can’t avoid the smile trying to nudge her lips. She barely began to type a response before he shoots another text at her. 

Honey

Before you heartlessly reject me, I’m waiting at the front door. Let me innnnnn

Delivered at 3:11 AM

That’s how after almost failing to creep down the creaky ass townhouse stairs and stubbing her toe on Minnie’s skateboard, she finds a gentle smile and her favorite companion waiting for her.

“Get in here,” She hisses, ignoring his outstretched arms and opting to yank him inside.

“Ouch. Don’t have to be so rough,” He whines a little too loudly.

“Uh, yeah I do. Especially when there’s a dumbass walking around late at night asking to get himself mugged. Or worse, killed.”

“Let them try. You know I could take anyone who tries to come at me,” Posting up, he swings at an invisible opponent, the grocery bag hanging on his wrist making him look ridiculous. 

“Shut up before you wake up the Wicked Witch,” Y/N whispers. 

His gaze trails to the stairs before shaking his head, kicking off his shoes. “We really need to get Minnie ear plugs or something. I’ve spent enough time around to know she’s louder than a boat horn.”

Y/N has to stifle her laughter. He always knows how to pull it out of her, no matter how hard things are. “Come on, loser. Watch your step. The stairs-”

“Creak. Yeah, I know. You act like I haven’t been here before. Are you going to tell me every single time?”

Not even five seconds later, she hears the stairs creak from behind her. Slowly turning back to look at him, she merely shakes her head at the grimace on his face before leading the way.

Once they close the door behind them, she gets her phone to text the roommate group chat. It’s a rule they had implemented when they first moved in together: keep each other in the loop. To maintain a level of respect, they always let each other know what was going on/who they are having over. 

Right as she’s going to hit send, she hesitates. Hovering her thumb over the send button, her eyes peer at Hyunjin. She watches as he observes the wall adjacent to her desk. It’s where she had put up all of her photos when she first moved in. These days, she avoids them considering a lot has changed. She really needed to take some of those pictures down.

Feeling her eyes, he meets her gaze and nods at her in question. Erasing the text, she tosses her phone to her bed before settling at her desk. Instead of facing her notes, she spins the chair to face Hyunjin.

“Honey.”

“Yeah?” He’s still distracted, eyes drawn to the photos but mind somewhere else. What a sight. It’s been a long time since she’s seen him appear so peaceful. She doesn’t want to disrupt that. Unfortunately, she does have an exam she’s studying for and time’s dwindling down. 

All she has to do is tell him she needs to focus. Apologize and tell him he needs to go. Thank him for the ice cream but she really needs to finish studying and get some rest. Reassure him that she’ll call him tomorrow. 

Five minutes later, both of their backs are pressed against the wall beneath the photos, pistachio carton comfortably between them. 

“You know, I used to hate this flavor.”

Y/N glances at him, unbothered at his disruption of the comfortable silence. The spoon rests in his mouth, hands comfortably in his lap. She watches as his right hand twists the metal ring on his left middle finger. Something’s on his mind. 

“I think I remember something like that.”

“Yeah, it used to taste like shit. Whenever you got it, I would wonder who made such a nasty ass flavor. Of all things to make as ice cream, they chose pistachio? They must’ve died a virgin.”

“Wow,” Y/N coughs out a laugh, feeling bad for the inventor of pistachio ice cream. Digging her spoon into the carton, she asks, “What changed your mind?”

“You, of course.” Her eyes snap up to meet Hyunjin’s gaze.

“What?”

“What do you mean, what? I’m telling you the truth.”

They hold their gaze for a moment before Y/N breaks it, spooning the bite into her mouth before pointing the accusatory spoon at Hyunjin. “That’s bullshit.”

“Fine, don’t believe me. Why would I lie about something so stupid?” He tries to ignore her pointed stare before he adds, “I don’t know, I guess it could be taste buds changing the older you get and shit. But it really was your fault.”

“If I take credit for it, then I’m taking credit for changing your life for the better.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” 

An intimate silence falls around them, one that’s distinctly Hyunjin and Y/N. She believes their silence is one of the many reasons they work so well. They never need to fill the silence, not like she does when she’s with Yeji. 

“I’m sorry.”

Y/N swallows the ice cream in her mouth. Licking her lips of the leftover residue, her gaze flickers over to him. He’s trying, that much is obvious. It hurt her to know that she’s being difficult about it all. Even to a stranger, it’d be easy to see she’s avoiding all human contact the moment she heard Chris is back. Her friends are worried about her, yet they respect that she needs time. 

It hurts her to see the plain turmoil written in Hyunjin’s body. He hasn’t stopped fiddling with his ring since they sat down. He has this extremely irritating habit of licking his lips. The act itself isn’t frustrating, it was the after effects of him complaining about his dry lips and begging for her or Yeji’s chapstick. 

“For what?”

He glances at her before looking forward, his smile sad. “I know him being back is tearing you up inside. And there’s nothing I can do.”

“Hey,” she reaches out and pats his thigh, “You being here is all I need. Well, you and pistachio. The pistachio a little bit more.”

“Shut up,” He laughs, shoving her hand off. Letting the moment pass, he grows serious once more. “I mean it when I say I would do anything to take away your pain. Chris may be my friend, but you’re my number one. I would take your pain and double my own in a heartbeat.”

“Aw, Honey,” reaching over, she ruffles his hair. He secretly loves it, smiling when he swats her hand away again, “Thank you.”

He gives her a short nod before looking off to the side. Never one for appraisal, he avoids the topic. Hyunjin admitted once that compliments were  different when it came from Y/N, something along the lines that he knew she was genuine. The thought always makes her sad, so she shoves it aside.

Poking his cheek affectionately, she waits for him to swat her hand once more before leaning her head on his shoulder. 

Any thought of Chris or her calculus exam fades away in the presence of the one person who always knows the right words to make her feel better. In that position, she falls asleep as easy as it is when she’s in her bed back home.

                                                        ~~~~

Y/N doesn’t know how much time has passed. All she knows is her neck is stiff and her body is aching as someone gently shakes her arm.

“Hey. Hey, Y/N. Wake up.” Her eyes shoot open, flinching upright. Scanning her surroundings, she calms down at the sight of Hyunjin beside her. Looking just as exhausted as her, he is waiting on her to respond.

Rubbing at her neck, she sluggishly leans back on the wall, muttering, “What time is it?”

“It’s 5.”

Her eyes shoot open, gawking at him. Even in his sleepy state, he cracks a smile. “5?! Are you messing with me?”

Fumbling for her phone, she swears as she realizes it’s dead. She stumbles to her feet beelining to her desk. 

“Come on, come on,” She chants as she waits for her computer screen to turn on. Sure enough, he was right. It’s just after 5 AM. “Shit!”

“What time’s your class?”

“9! I barely even studied!”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” He utters, distracted by his sleepiness.

“Um, that’s not how this works. If I don’t know the material, I’m guaranteed a failing grade.”

“Relax. It’s going to be fine.” Hyunjin can barely keep his eyes open. Y/N, on the other hand, is as awake as a cat in the middle of the night.

“I’m going to shower and then study some more before class.” She’s talking more to herself than him, because when she’s in this mode, hardly anyone can snap her out of it.

He hums, clearly not paying attention as she rummages through her dresser for clothes. Straightening out, she regards him for a moment before heaving a sigh. “You can sleep in my bed. Just don’t, I don’t know, pee in your sleep.”

“Thanks,” is all he can muster before he sprawls his body across her bed and passes out the moment his head hits the pillow. 

Without a glance, she heads to her bathroom.

                                                        ~~~~

By the time she’s back, it’s around 10:15. Thankfully, she only had one class. She wants to punch herself, though, because she’s running on fumes and has an essay due at midnight tonight. 

Y/N isn’t expecting Hyunjin to still be knocked out in her bed, pausing in the doorway seeing his figure tucked underneath her comforter.

She hovers at the foot of the bed for a moment, watching him. He’s out cold, so she reaches out and shakes his foot to see if he’d wake up. Narrowing her eyes, she silently starts complaining. Why was he born with the ability to sleep so deeply?

Grumbling, she mutters, “At least we know who’d survive if there was an intruder,” grabbing her only other pillow and lying down in the opposite direction. Looking at him one last time, she yawns, “You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass out,” Before slipping asleep as easy as he must’ve. 

                                                        ~~~~

When her eyes flutter open, she senses someone’s looking at her. Holding her head up, she peers at Hyunjin through one eye before letting her head fall back into her pillow. “What time is it?”

“It’s 5.”

“What?” She screams, scrambling up. Y/N’s already up and off the bed before she realizes he’s laughing. Slowly turning her head toward him, her glare doesn’t deter him, only serves to make him laugh even harder. Lying back down, she slugs him in the leg, his giggles turning to gasps through the pain.

“You’re too easy.”

“Yeah, you would be too if you were still half asleep.” With her eyes still closed, she asks him again for the time.

“It’s 1:30. Boy, can we sleep.” Looking over her shoulder at him, she holds back the urge to laugh at his wild hair saying hello to her. “What?”

“Nothing.” As if he read her mind, he tugs and pulls at the strands, patting his hair down. He knows her mind well. 

She doesn’t say anything as she lets herself wake up, and he gives her time. Eventually, they’re both lying there scrolling through their phones. At least, she thinks they are until she glances at him and sees he’s staring off into space.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” his voice is soft, barely audible. Where’s he at? “I think I’m actually going to head out. I have a late class today. I’m going to grab food and then go home and shower.”

“Oh. Okay.” She’s confused at his sudden change up but doesn’t find it suspicious. That is, until he avoids looking at her as he shrugs on his jacket. Awkwardly, she hovers near him as he gathered himself together. “You sure you’re okay?”

Finally, he looks at her. Something’s off and it’s clear as glass in his face. He smiles it off, his tone too bright as he says, “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.”

They walk down the stairs in silence, her silence one of questions and his, one that’s indecipherable. They pause at the bottom of the steps, grabbing the attention of Chuu who’s lounging on their living room couch.

“Hey, Chuu. Long time no see,” Hyunjin holds up a hand in saluting. She just politely smiles back. 

Y/N opens the front door, suddenly very afraid Hyunjin might tell her something before he leaves. Holding the door open, she watches him closely, looking for any signs of what he’s thinking. His face is void of any clues. 

She holds her breath in anticipation as he steps around her, before smiling and walking out the door. She exhales in relief, not noticing his lingering walk. Opening her mouth, she readies herself to tell him goodbye. He beats her to the punch as he whirls around.

“Jisung is throwing something this weekend.”

Y/N’s heart sinks, crossing her arms as she retreats within herself. Hyunjin’s face falls, knowing all too well what that looks like. “That’s… great.”

“Y/N…”

“I think it’ll be a lot of fun. You’ll have to tell me all about it afterward.” Her hand grips the door and moves to close it, but Hyunjin’s arm jets out to stop it. Stupid baseball pitcher.

“I want you to be there.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N winces at her loud and fake voice, glancing at Chuu before stepping outside. Hyunjin’s eyes are pleading, his palms showing as if he’s offering her a truce. That’s the thing. It isn’t his responsibility or his place to offer that to her. 

She doesn’t know if he’s playing dumb or if he thinks he’s some hero, but he isn’t miraculously going to fix the damage done. No one, not even Chris himself, can convince her otherwise.

“Tell me something, Hyunjin. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No…”

“Then do you think I’d really show up to something I know he’ll be at?”

“Well, the party is for him.”

“Don’t be a smartass,” She shakes her head, taking a step back. “If all everyone is going to do is try and push me to make an effort, news flash. It’s too late for that. Maybe that’s what you guys should’ve been doing right before he left.” 

Hyunjin opens his mouth, but she holds up her hand, silencing him. 

“Have fun at the party,” Trying to hide her disappointment in him, Hyunjin’s hurt expression is the last thing she sees before closing the front door. 

Staring at the door, she follows the curves and swirls in the wood, all together but never touching. 

“Are you okay?” Her eyes find Chuu, her wide and innocent eyes regarding her with so much kindness, her own flood with tears.

“I don’t think I am, Chuu.”

❁     ❁     ❁    ❁     ❁     ❁     ❁

Day 8, Then

To Y/N, there wasn’t a form of satisfaction quite as fulfilling as turning in an assignment. It was even more satisfying, considering her major wasn’t the easiest one out there. The way life goes, when one stress disappears, another one takes its place. 

Trying to ignore the boiling pot of emotions brewing inside of her, she kept her mind as blank as it could be as she packed her duffel bag with clothes for the weekend. She used anything that flitted across her mind and snatched onto it, anything to distract her. 

She hoped she did well on the statistics exam she just took yesterday. Studying wasn’t too bad, so she could bear to have a little confidence. Eating lunch with Yeji today was a relief. She thought they might’ve been on bad terms since their last conversation, but everything was normal. 

Hyunjin had kind of been M.I.A, but they had been texting normally so she wasn’t too concerned. 

As she was gathering her toiletries from the bathroom door, she heard keys jingling in the dorm door before it clicked open. Low voices filtered out from the hall as Chuu entered.

“Y/N?” 

“In here!” She finished grabbing everything before walking out, “Aren’t you supposed to be in class-” Just as she finished her sentence, both Chuu and Hyunjin turned to watch her walk out. He took in her presence before his usual honey smile found his lips. “Hey!”

Stepping forward, he did his signature greeting: arms around her, lifting her off the floor, ending with a sweet smile. “Hey.”

“To answer your question, I got out early. Now I can get back to the beautiful Rio and the yummy Profesor. Mmmm,” Chuu said dreamily, Hyunjin’s face scrunching up in confusion while Y/N laughed. 

Walking over to her bed, the sight of her duffel slammed her back down into reality. Avoiding Hyunjin’s gaze, she stuck her toiletries in her bag before zipping it up.

“Are you leaving somewhere?”

“I’m going home for the weekend.”

“Oh shit, I didn’t know,” Hyunjin’s tone changed. That’s why she didn’t want him to know, “How are you getting there?”

“Mom’s picking me up,” Stop. Block it out. Distraction, anything. Turning to Hyunjin, she quickly shifted the subject. “What’s up? You didn’t text me and tell me you were coming over.”

Hyunjin tilted his head, deciding to let her dismissiveness go for the time being. She was thankful. “I figured you were going to be pouring your energy out over some assignment. I was wrong.”

She was supposed to laugh, but she couldn’t find the energy. He noticed, but didn’t press. Instead, he gently knocked his knuckles into her chin, to tell her chin up. It eased her heart, as it always did.

“Actually, I was dropping by to tell you about a little get together we’re having this weekend. Not sure if you remember, but we mentioned our friend Chris? His birthday is in a couple days so next weekend we’re all going to an arcade. There’s this deal they’re doing this month with pizza and endless gameplay.”

She blinked in surprise. He read her mind.

“What? Arcades are fun no matter how old we are. And Chris loves shit like that. It’s going to be a blast.”

“Are you sure he won’t mind me being there? I mean, I’ve never even met him.”

Hyunjin sat on her desk chair, back facing him. Drumming a beat on his thighs, he shook his head, “Trust me, he’s the last person to mind.”

“O-kay,” Y/N turned away, packing her backpack with school stuff she would need for the weekend, “I’ll see. If I don’t have too much homework, I’ll go.”

“Thanks,” A look passed over his face, making her pause, before he uttered, “At least you’re supportive and willing to give my friends a chance. Unlike Yeji.”

She didn’t know what to say. Yeji had actually said something to him. Unbelievable. “Are you two good?”

“I guess.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever. You know how she is.”

“Yeah.” Their silence was a symbol of their mutual understanding. Many people would never be able to fathom the bond the three of them had. Their friendship was a treehouse they had grown and built themselves, no one else had access to the inside.

She jumped when Hyunjin reached around her and shouldered her duffel bag. Searching his eyes, she imagined what he was thinking. Perhaps he was wondering why his cousin was making his life difficult. Y/N wished she had the solution and hoped Yeji would come around- though in all the years they’d known each other, she was as stubborn as a hangnail.

“I’ll walk you down.”

“Okay.”

                                                       ~~~~

The wave of suffocation that washed over her was hard to shake off as she stepped into her childhood home. It was and it always had been her sanctuary. The same living room, the same kitchen, the same dining room table with mismatched chairs from different sets over the years. The same family photos scattered about, the same stains in the carpet. The same love in her heart for her parents. 

Except it would never be the same. 

Right after her high school graduation a few months ago, her parents told her that her dad wasn’t well. It wasn’t a cold, a flu, it wasn’t something he would get over in a month or two. It was something bigger than life itself, one that could command death with the clap of its hands. 

She hated it with every single fiber of her being.

How could one illness dictate the paintings of memories? Now, she didn’t look at family photos of her and her dad and feel joy, only pain for a memory not tainted yet? When she smelled their laundry detergent in the air, she wondered if it would cover up her father’s scent in the unforeseeable future. It was morbid, it was suffocating. 

Her sanctuary became her prison overnight.

“Your dad’s lying down in the room. If you want, you can bring him a snack,” Her mom suggested, Y/N nodding as she swallows the pool ball in her throat. She tried to ignore the paleness to her mother’s skin. Eyes bloodshot, body sluggish from lack of sleep. An alternate reality of the woman she once knew. 

Her mom disappeared into the kitchen as Y/N shakily took off her shoes. This wasn’t the first time she had been home since she moved on campus, but she wasn’t used to the shift in her home. She probably never would be. 

Just as she placed her bags down, her mom reappeared with her dad’s favorite snacks: Ritz crackers and sliced up cheese. In her other hand, a glass of orange juice. 

“Thanks, mom,” Y/N didn’t recognize her own voice. She pretended not to hear the crack. Her mom ignored it, too.

“He’s going to be so happy to see you. All day, he’s been talking about you coming home.”

The words were a smack across the face-no, they were a hand reaching into her chest and breaking her ribs in half. 

Her mind blanked. 

And then she was in front of him. He was physically smaller than who used to be, his face pale and his hair greasy, but his spirit was just as scorching. His eyes were trained out the window, lips pursed in thought. His body might’ve been worn down, but his spirit would always be as bright as a fury.

She fought the urge to cry. Setting the glass down alerted him of her presence. At the sight of that same old smile she knew too well, all of her pain was washed away. 

“Y/N, my girl. You’re home!”

“Hey, dad.”

His hugs were still strong, encasing her and letting her know she was safe.They talked for a bit, her heart swelling as she watched him eat his crackers. He asked her about school, he told her about what he’d been watching on tv these days. They even sidetracked and chatted about the new cars set to release this year. Hardly anyone knew it besides her best friends, but her and her dad shared even the smallest things in common- like their interest in cars. 

When he invited her to watch a movie, she sat beside him on the bed and took a cracker when he offered. He put on some cringe comedy that they both made fun of, which is what really made them laugh.

There wasn’t any true remedy to her stress, to her unhappiness, like being home was. And her dad? Laughter was as natural as breathing when she was with him. Halfway through the movie, her mom joined them. She pretended she was okay just like her mom did, but with her dad cracking jokes it was easier to keep up the facade. 

Once the end credits rolled, her eyes trailed to her dad. His eyes were distant, elsewhere. With one glance, she was reminded of a reality she hated. Noticing her staring, he shook it off and smiled beneath his moustache. 

“Your dinner is in the microwave, Y/N,” Her mom told her. Y/N took that as a chance to breathe, standing up slowly. Right before she made it out the door, her dad called for her.

“Before I forget, here,” He shuffled through his bedside table before finding what he was looking for. Her mouth worked on its own, rejecting what he was clearly doing as he pulled out money from his wallet. The stern hush from him silenced her protests. “I want you to remember to treat yourself. I know how you get when you’re stressed. You don’t give yourself time to breathe. So treat yourself with this money, okay?”

“Dad…”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

                                                       ~~~~

Several hours later, Y/N awoke from her already restless sleep. Her head was throbbing, her eyes puffy and nose runny, so she sluggishly made her way to the bathroom and cleaned herself up before deciding to go get some water. Quietly, she went down the stairs and turned the lights on in the kitchen. 

She didn’t spend that much time in the kitchen, not anymore. Whenever she was home now, she wasn’t very hungry. 

Just as she reached the halfway mark of her glass, her dad’s voice startled her and made her spill the rest all over her shirt. Her shock quickly dissolved into amusement as he tried not to laugh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry,” She side-eyed him as he slowly made his way to the dining table. She knew he would get upset if she offered to help him. “What are you doing awake?”

“I have a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” She asked, dreading the answer but asking nonetheless. 

“The past,” He casually said, his eyes elsewhere once more. “Actually, I was thinking about when you were little.”

Y/N froze with her hands on the banana she had just taken off the bunch. She must’ve looked ridiculous, frozen like that. It was a good thing it was only her and her dad there, then. “Oh yeah?” She needed to get a handle on this. “What were you thinking of, exactly?”

He smiled to himself, then, and as he began to tell her a story, his voice coaxed her into the past.

“You had to have been six or seven, maybe eight. I had gotten off work early and decided to get you out of school early, too. You were so happy, not to see me, but to be out. Back then, you weren’t so wound tight about your studies, you know,” He teased her then, pointing a finger at her, “You wanted to be a grizzly bear when you grew up. Well, that day, when I was buckling you into your carseat you kept on saying, ‘Daddy, I’m so happy you’re here! You’re here! I’m so happy! Thank you, Daddy!’ I mean, I was your hero all because I picked you up early.

“After grabbing lunch, we were walking around the mall. Usually, you asked for candy or if we walked past a toy store, you wanted everything in it. That day was different. We walked past one of those off-brand shoe stores. You set your eyes on the most different pair of shoes I’ve ever seen. I mean, they were bright orange with blue shoelaces! And on each shoe, there was a drawing of a red bear.”

He paused in the story, and she looked away at the sight of his shining eyes. Laughing to himself, he continued. 

“You said, ‘Daddy! That’s me! I’m a bear! Can we get those shoes? Please?’ I pretended to think about my answer, but I knew I was going to get whatever was at the end of the most pure adoration on your face.” Y/N blinked, realizing the story was over. They soaked in the feeling together, the ticking of the clock on the wall the only sound filling the kitchen. Except, it wasn’t the only sound. Even if she didn’t remember what he was talking about, she could picture those shoes as if she still wore them.

“Let’s go to bed, Dad.”

He nodded, both of them looking at each other and wishing they could rewind time. He, for nostalgia. She, to avoid the pain. 

“Come on,” He said, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and kissing the crown of her head, steering her out the kitchen. 

When she made it back to bed, she found it easier to fall asleep. Chest lighter, she seized the opportunity to ignore all of the overwhelming heartache that seeped into her skin whenever she was home. 

> Part One <

> Part Three <