#those r my thoughts feel free to comment on your own thoughts

[winter-jay-official]

Am I the only one who doesn't really like any of the 'canon' stardew (datable characters) ships?

[romugh]

RUNNING IN CIRCLES- NR

ROMUGH’S KINKTOBER

october 23rd — stress relief, free use, friends with benefits

DAY FOURTEEN || kinktober masterlist || 2024.

pairing- natasha romanoff x medic!avenger!reader

cw- 18+!!; top!reader, bottom!natty, fingering (n rcv), oral (n & r rcv), rough & vulnerable sex? not many tags in this one!

wc- 8438 words

a/n- absolutely loved writing this :') differs from my usual filthy stories, but it's still got it's smutty goodness hidden! :p very poorly edited and reread though, sorry in advance <3

synopsis- uhhh later i gotta study

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The crisp autumn air carried a bite that sank into your skin, even through the thick fabric of your SHIELD uniform. Outside, the trees had begun their slow transformation, leaves turning from deep greens to vivid shades of amber and crimson. As you walked down the corridor, you could see the skyline of the city framed by the headquarters’ tall windows, the buildings standing tall against the grey-blue sky streaked with the orange light of dusk.

Autumn had always been your favourite time of year. There was something invigorating about the chill in the air, the way it sharpened your senses and reminded you of the changing seasons. It wasn’t just a shift in weather—it was a time of transition, of letting go and starting anew. The world seemed to draw inward, becoming quieter, more introspective. And yet, for all its beauty, autumn was also a time of unravelling, of revealing the underlying fragility beneath nature’s vibrant display.

It wasn’t much different from life at SHIELD, you thought. The polished surfaces and steel corridors held a kind of deceptive calm, a veil over the constant motion of agents moving from one mission to the next, patching themselves up and heading right back into the fray. The medical team worked tirelessly in the med bay, patching up wounds that spoke stories of close calls and dangerous encounters, although there were always those who chose to bypass the med bay entirely.

Natasha Romanoff was one of those.

You’d seen her a handful of times in the corridors and offices, her expression always calm, almost detached, as she moved with a purpose that never faltered. It wasn’t that she was unapproachable—she exchanged words with other agents quite often, actually—but there was a clear distance she kept, a barrier that kept others from getting too close. As far as you knew, she had not once come to the medical wing. If she had sustained injuries, she kept them hidden well to an untrained eye.

You suspect that she handled most (if not all) of her wounds herself, stitching up gashes in the quiet solitude of her room and bandaging bruises with the same efficiency as she did her missions. It was the kind of self-sufficiency you’d expect from someone with her background. She had come to SHIELD from a life that demanded resilience, a life where depending on others could mean the difference between survival and death.

But the traces were there if you, SHIELD’s best medic both on and off the field, looked closely enough. Sometimes, when she crossed paths with you in the halls, you’d notice a faint mark along her jaw, or the slight favouring of one leg over the other. Nothing major, but enough to suggest she wasn’t invincible, no matter how she made it seem. It was as if she considered her injuries her own secret to keep, never offering them up for anyone else to see.

You often wondered what it was that kept her from seeking help. Pride, perhaps, or a simple lack of trust in others’ abilities to treat wounds as precisely as she could. Or maybe it was just a habit—an old reflex from her past, carried over into the present, one that kept her self-reliant to the point of isolation.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity whenever you saw her passing by. What kind of person could continue like that, carrying their pain alone and never asking for anything? What did it cost her to keep everyone else at arm’s length? And what would it take for her to finally walk through the doors of the med bay, to let herself be cared for by someone else?

(You acted like it wouldn't matter if that someone else turned out to be you.)

(It did matter. Who are you trying to fool??)

The Avengers, Fury and his right hand eye Maria, and Agent Coulson were seated at the debriefing table, half-listening to Fury’s voice as he went over details of the recent happenings in New York. The room felt cold and stale despite the hushed murmurs and shifting bodies of the gathered Avengers. Natasha was no stranger to these debriefings, yet today felt different. There was a tension that hung in the air, a sense of expectation she couldn’t quite shake.

Fury paused, glancing toward Maria before asking, "Where’s Dr. [Y/L/N]? I want her in here for this."

Maria nodded, left the room with a quick stride, and the space fell into a brief, uncertain silence. Natasha’s brows furrowed as she stared at the door Maria had just exited through. She had heard the name before—Dr. [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. The head medic at SHIELD, supposedly one of the best in the business. Natasha knew your name, but that was it. She’d never bothered to seek you out, preferring to handle her own injuries anyway, to keep her vulnerabilities under lock and key.

As the door opened again and you entered behind Maria, the quiet murmur of the room seemed to still completely. You stepped in with a confidence that felt almost casual, your uniform fitting snugly against your muscular frame, showcasing the strength in your arms and legs, while still accentuating your femininity. You had a kind of presence that filled the room—bold yet serene. It was something that Natasha found herself drawn to almost immediately, her attention locking onto you as you came to stand near the table.

Your skin seemed to glow against the muted tones of the room, a healthy flush brought out by the brisk autumn air outside. Natasha’s gaze drifted over you, taking in the shape of your jaw, the arch of your brow, the curve of your lips. You looked… different from what she’d expected. Not in a way that was disappointing—no, far from it. It was more that she hadn’t expected someone with your kind of beauty to be the person who spent their days stitching together the wounds of agents, taking care of others in a world that offered so little care in return.

God, you were so pretty.

Natasha hadn’t meant for the thought to hit her so suddenly, but there it was. It unfolded in her mind with a kind of vividness that startled her. You were pretty. No—beautiful. Strong. Mesmerising, even. The kind of person who stood out without trying, who seemed to belong in the very air around them.

She cursed herself quietly, realising she was staring, and that her thoughts were running away with her. Her chest tightened with a strange, unexpected sensation, something that lingered in the back of her throat, catching at her breath. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like this about anyone—let alone someone she had just met, or if she ever even had felt this way at all.

She hadn’t even really met you yet. She was just looking at you—right now, at this exact moment—for the first time.

And already, there was something there. An unfamiliar warmth unfurling beneath her ribs, spreading outwards in a way that made her wonder if it was adrenaline or something else entirely.

As you took a seat at the table, Maria introduced you to the Avengers, Bruce and Tony sending you a small smile in recognition, "Dr. [Y/L/N], head medic at SHIELD, also responsible for overseeing the field medics. She’s been with us for a while now, recently keeping out of the action but always ensuring our agents come back in one piece."

The explanation seemed distant to Natasha, drowned out by the thoughts that crowded her mind. You had been the head medic at SHIELD all this time, and she had never even thought to step foot in the med bay. How many times had she stitched herself up in her room, refusing to show any sign of weakness to anyone? And now, she couldn’t help but feel the slightest hint of regret. What would it have been like to be treated by you? To have those hands bandaging her wounds?

A blush crept onto her cheeks unbidden, and she clenched her jaw to hide it, forcing herself to focus on Fury as he spoke. But then there was that moment, that brief exchange when you glanced her way, and your eyes met hers for the first time. Natasha’s breath caught in her throat, a hitch so subtle she doubted anyone noticed. But she noticed it. She felt the way her pulse quickened just the slightest bit.

You were speaking to Fury now, your voice calm and unwavering as you discussed your hesitation about the new position. Natasha listened intently, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. It wasn’t like her to pay this much attention to a person she didn’t know. Yet, there was something about you—the way you carried yourself, the way you seemed both grounded and powerful, that made her want to know more.

She hadn’t taken her eyes off you since you walked in.

You let out a sigh, your mind racing with the implications of what Fury was asking. It wasn’t that you doubted your ability; you had proven your strength countless times in the field, and your physique—a testament to hours of gruelling training—reflected that. But something about this offer felt different. He was asking for more than medical expertise. He wanted you back in the thick of things, facing enemies head-on while patching up your teammates whenever that would be needed.

“What exactly would change?” you finally asked, voice steady as you pretended not to feel the Black Widow’s gaze boring into your soul.

She could sense your uncertainty as you spoke, could see the way you hesitated when Fury explained that the role would involve being more than just a medic. You’d be a full-fledged agent, an Avenger, basically. You looked at Fury with scepticism in your gaze, your lips pursed in a faint frown. Natasha almost smiled at that. She liked the way you questioned things, the way you didn’t simply accept everything at face value.

The weight of his words settled in. You would be more than a healer. You would be a warrior.

You sighed softly, shook your head, and stood up. You walked over to Fury, reaching into the breast pocket of his coat and pulling out his pen with a deft, graceful movement. It was such a simple act, but Natasha found herself watching every second of it, as if it were a dance unfolding right before her. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears, the steady thrum of it filling her senses.

When you signed the paper and handed the pen back to Fury, Natasha could have sworn she saw the faintest hint of a smirk curling at the corners of your lips, as if you were silently challenging the world—or maybe just him. And just like that, you turned and walked out of the room, leaving behind an unexpected sense of anticipation in your wake.

Natasha realised then, as the door clicked shut behind you, that her curiosity was already blooming into something else, something she didn’t want to acknowledge, didn’t want to admit.

Yet for the first time in her life, she found herself wondering what it would be like to let someone in, to let someone see past the carefully constructed walls she kept around herself.

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Natasha found herself standing at her room’s door, her fingertips grazing the very faint burn on her palm. The dull sting served as a reminder of her momentary distraction in the kitchen. She glanced at the door across the hallway—your door—still unoccupied. Her brow furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as her mind wandered to thoughts of you. You should’ve moved in by now, settled into your newly assigned Avengers room in front of hers. But for some reason, it remained untouched, a constant reminder that you weren’t there.

It was absurd, really. She wasn’t used to this—this strange, inexplicable feeling of missing someone she barely knew.

With a frustrated sigh, she turned on her heels and headed down the corridor, her steps picking up pace. 

She wasn’t sure why she was doing this—why she was making her way to the med bay for something so minor. The skin wasn’t even burned, just red and slightly tender, the kind of irritation that would go away in an hour or so. Normally, she wouldn’t even give it a second thought. But this time, as she approached the med bay, she found herself hoping that you were there.

The sliding doors parted, and Natasha hesitated at the threshold, her gaze searching the room. There you were, sitting in your office behind the glass walls, a faint frown on your face as you worked on some paperwork, your work glasses perched delicately on your nose. Her heart gave an unsteady thump as she took you in, the way the light cast gentle shadows across your features. It was so mundane, so normal, yet something about seeing you there—focused, calm, and completely unaware of her presence—sent a jolt of nervous energy rushing through her.

As if sensing her gaze, you looked up from your work. Your eyes met hers, and for a second, everything seemed to slow. The tension in her chest unravelled just a bit, the weight of her own uncertainty lifting at the sight of the small, welcoming smile you sent her way.

But then, the reality of the situation crashed back in, her nerves flaring up once more. What was she doing here? Natasha wasn’t used to feeling nervous—she was the Black Widow, for god's sake. Yet the warmth creeping up her cheeks betrayed her, and she quickly averted her eyes, glancing around the med bay in a futile attempt to hide the flush that tinged her skin. She scanned the empty beds, hoping for any distraction, any excuse to turn back. There wasn’t a single medic in sight.

When she glanced back at you, you were still watching her, your expression now tinged with a hint of curiosity. The small smile remained on your lips, but your brows drew together slightly, a question forming in your eyes as you took in her hesitant stance. Natasha stood there, rooted in place, her hand still pressed to the burn that she’d nearly forgotten about.

You tilted your head, motioning her inside with a simple gesture. She took a steadying breath, feeling her pulse quicken as she pushed open the door to your office. Her steps were quieter than usual, hesitant even, as she crossed the threshold. She took a steadying breath, walking into your office with a calm that didn’t quite reach her racing pulse. Your eyes tracked her movements, and she could feel your gaze lingering on her, keen and observant.

“Natasha,” you greeted, your tone light, yet there was an underlying note of concern. “This is a surprise.” You glanced at her hand, then back to her face, as if piecing together the puzzle before you. “What brings you to the med bay?”

She swallowed, forcing herself to maintain eye contact. “Burned myself,” she admitted, her voice steady, though it felt like every nerve in her body was lit up with the awareness of how close you were, of how you were looking at her with such careful attention. She showed you her hand, revealing the reddened skin of her palm.

Your gaze flickered down to the ‘burn’, your expression softening as you took her hand in yours. Your touch was gentle, professional, but even so, it sent a jolt of awareness through her.

You gave the faintest chuckle as you looked at the ‘injury’, amusement dancing in your eyes. “Not sure this qualifies as a burn,” you said, your tone dry, though not unkind. “More like… a heated reminder that pans get hot.”

Natasha huffed, her lips curving into a small, reluctant smile. “Guess I’m not much of a chef,” she murmured. The words tasted foreign on her tongue, an admission of sorts, one she wouldn’t normally make. But there was something about the way you looked at her—patient, unhurried—that made her feel like she could let that slip.

You motioned for her to sit on one of the medical beds, and though you knew you wouldn’t need to treat her ‘burn’, you figured it would be better than letting her stand there awkwardly. “Go ahead, take a seat,” you said with a nod toward the bed. “Might as well make you comfortable while I bandage you up for, uh, safety reasons.”

She sat onto the bed, her movements graceful but not entirely relaxed, as if she didn’t know what to do with herself in this setting. You took your time gathering a few supplies—far more than you needed, really—giving her a chance to settle in. As you approached, you couldn’t help but wonder what had truly brought her here. The faint redness on her palm wasn’t worth a trip to the med bay, especially not for someone like Natasha, who you knew could take a bullet without flinching.

You gently took her hand in yours, inspecting the skin. “Honestly,” you murmured, keeping your tone light, “I’ve seen paper cuts worse than this.” You dabbed at the redness with a disinfectant wipe, more out of habit than necessity. “If you’re planning on cooking again, though, I’d recommend sticking to things that don’t involve open flames. Or hot pans. Or, well, anything that could potentially burn the whole tower down.”

A faint scoff escaped her, but there was a trace of amusement there, even if she wouldn’t admit it. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied, her voice laced with dry humour. But as you worked, she found herself less focused on the barely noticeable sting of the wipe and more on the warmth of your hands, the way your touch was careful and gentle, even though it really didn’t need to be.

“You know,” you started again, your tone conversational, “I didn’t think I’d ever see the infamous Natasha Romanoff in the med bay.” Your lips curved into a teasing smile. “I thought you were allergic to hospitals.”

Natasha scoffed, rolling her eyes even as a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Not allergic,” she replied.

You began to wrap a small bandage around her palm—a completely unnecessary measure, but you had a suspicion that there was more to her visit than a minor kitchen mishap. You chuckled softly, and the sound wrapped around her, disarming her in a way she hadn’t expected.

“Well, I’m honoured to be your first doctor,” you said, your tone light but sincere. “I solemnly swear to do my best to make it worth your while.”

There was a brief, comfortable silence as you finished bandaging her hand, your touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. When you finally stepped back, Natasha found herself reluctant to leave the warmth of your presence. It felt strange—this desire to stay, to linger in your office just a little while longer. But before she could come up with an excuse, you spoke again.

“Try not to make a habit of burning yourself, okay?” you said, your tone gently teasing. “But if you do, you know where to find me. Well, you’re welcome here anytime, actually not just with me,” you said, the warmth in your tone unmistakable. “Even if it’s just to burn yourself on another pan.”

Natasha shook her head slightly, a small smile curling at her lips as she slipped off the bed. “Thanks, doc,” she murmured, her voice softer now, the weight of her unspoken thoughts hanging in the air between you. She turned to leave, but not without glancing back over her shoulder, her eyes lingering on you for just a moment longer.

When she walked out, she felt an odd mix of relief and regret, like she’d left something important behind in that small, sterile room. But there was also a sense of quiet anticipation, a nagging thought at the back of her mind that maybe, just maybe, she’d be finding her way back to you sooner than she’d expected.

As the med bay’s room clicked shut behind her, Natasha couldn’t help but notice the absence of that soothing calmness your presence brought.

Her thoughts trailed back to the feeling of your hands on her skin, the way you looked at her with such genuine care. It was foreign, this sense of wanting to be seen, to be taken care of. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. But as she headed back to her room, her mind kept drifting to you, to the thought of what it might be like to let herself be vulnerable for once. To let someone in.

And it was that thought that left her standing in the hallway, staring at your empty room again, with a faint glimmer of anticipation she didn’t quite know how to name.

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The dimly lit corridors of the Avengers Tower were quiet at this hour, the stillness only broken by the sound of Natasha’s footsteps as she made her way down the hall. It was well past midnight when she returned from the mission, her body aching from bruises and scrapes that ran deeper than they looked. There were no major injuries—nothing that would keep her from reporting for duty tomorrow—but she knew she needed to see you. There was something different about this mission, something that gnawed at her. The kind of thing she didn’t talk about.

When she reached the med bay, she found the lights still on in your office. You were hunched over a tablet, reviewing some data from the Regeneration Cradle project, still in your scrubs despite the late hour. Natasha hesitated for a moment, unsure of what exactly had drawn her here yet again. But before she could question it any further, you glanced up and saw her standing there, framed by the doorway, your brows knitting together in concern as you took in her dishevelled appearance.

“Natasha,” you murmured, rising from your chair and crossing the room in a few swift strides. “What happened?”

She shrugged, the motion a little stiff, her expression unreadable. “Mission got a bit rough. Nothing I can’t handle,” she replied, though you noticed the faint tremor in her voice. It was almost imperceptible, but you’d spent enough time with her now to pick up on the small cracks in her otherwise flawless façade.

“Sit down,” you said softly, your voice steady but firm, leaving no room for argument. She obeyed without protest, settling onto one of the medical beds while you began to gather supplies. As you worked to clean and dress her wounds, you could see the signs of fatigue written across her features, the way her shoulders sagged and the dullness in her usually sharp eyes.

You tended to her in silence for a while, your hands moving with practised ease, but as you wrapped a bandage around her arm, you noticed the distant look in her gaze. Her mind was somewhere else, reliving whatever had unfolded on that mission. It wasn’t just the bruises or the cuts—something deeper had left its mark on her, something that bandages couldn’t heal.

When you finished, you packed up the supplies and glanced at the clock. You could see the exhaustion settling over her like a weight she couldn’t shake off. “Come on,” you said quietly, your tone gentle yet insistent. “Let’s get you out of here.”

She raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity and surprise flickering across her expression. “And go where?” she asked, though her voice was softer now, not challenging.

You didn’t answer right away, just gave her a small, reassuring smile as you started toward the door. She fell into step beside you, and for a moment, the silence stretched on, neither of you quite sure what to say. It wasn’t until you reached your floor, walked into the hallway and passed by the door to your own room that she noticed your hand lingering on that handle.

Natasha watched as you pushed the door open and stepped inside. It was the first time she’d seen you enter your room, and something about it felt significant, like you were crossing a line that had been quietly drawn between SHIELD-you and Avenger-you. But just as quickly, you emerged again, pulling the door shut behind you as if it had been nothing at all.

You turned to her, and before she could think of anything to say, you placed your hand gently on the small of her back, your touch grounding her in the quiet darkness of the hallway. Leaning in close, you whispered, “You’re not going to be alone tonight, Natasha. I’m not leaving you to deal with this by yourself.” Your voice was firm, yet so tender it almost broke her resolve.

Her breath hitched, and she felt a shiver run through her at the closeness, at the feeling of your warmth pressed lightly against her. The words hung in the air, wrapping around her in a way that made her want to lean into you, to let down the walls she’d so carefully built up. But she didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t used to someone offering to tend to her in this way, to look beyond the bruises and cuts and see the wounds that lay beneath.

You saw the hesitation flicker in her eyes, so you took a step forward, pushing the door to her room open with your foot and guiding her inside. She let you steer her, grateful for the quiet control you took over the situation. It felt strangely freeing to relinquish that power, even just a little, and she found herself relishing the way you took charge, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Her mind was racing now, her thoughts blurring into a haze as she imagined you continuing to take control—not just over this moment, but over her entirely. She could almost see it, feel it—the way your hands would travel across her skin, guiding her to let go, to forget about the burdens that weighed on her. It was a dangerous line to tread, one she’d never dared to walk before. But as you gently steered her toward the bed, keeping your hand at the small of her back, she found herself wishing for it, craving it.

You closed the door behind you with a quiet click, the sound almost like a promise. “You don’t have to say anything,” you whispered, your voice steady, yet carrying a note of command that sent another shiver down her spine. “Just let me take care of you tonight. Whatever you need.”

Natasha’s breath caught in her throat, the emotions swirling inside her too complex, too raw to unravel right then. But as she sank down onto the bed, she allowed herself to look up at you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. There was none. Only the steady calm of your gaze and the silent promise that you wouldn’t let your friend and teammate be alone with the darkness of her thoughts.

The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the gentle rustling of sheets as Natasha settled onto the bed. You could see right away now that something was different about her tonight—her movements were slower, her gaze unfocused, and there was a hesitance in the way she held herself. This wasn’t the confident, self-assured woman you’d come to know. She looked almost… lost.

You didn’t comment on it, though. There was no need to call attention to what was already evident in the way she slumped slightly, or the way her eyes drifted to the floor, avoiding yours. Instead, you pulled up a chair beside the bed, lowering yourself to her level. "Natasha," you said softly, your voice laced with concern, "is it alright for you if I stay here tonight?" She looked up at you, a flicker of surprise crossing her expression. "I see what you're going through," you continued, your tone gentle and reassuring. "You don’t have to say anything, but I just want you to know that you’re safe here. I meant it when I said you could always come to me.”

She nodded, a small, almost imperceptible motion, but there was a weight to it that spoke louder than words. "You can stay," she murmured, though the admission seemed to make her tense up even more, as if the very act of accepting comfort was something foreign to her.

You moved to sit beside her on the bed, and she hesitated for a moment before scooting closer, leaning into you ever so slightly. Her mind must have been racing, you realised, because the look in her eyes was distant, glazed over with something that lay beyond mere exhaustion. A soft flush began to bloom on her cheeks, high up on those sharp cheekbones of hers, and you could see the way her breath quickened ever so slightly.

Curious, you tilted her chin up with your fingers, guiding her gaze back to you. "Natasha," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "talk to me."

Her composure cracked like thin ice under the weight of her emotions. Her shoulders slumped, and her breath shuddered out of her. "The mission," she began, her voice raw and tired, "it was… draining. More than usual." She took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with a vulnerability you hadn’t this explicitly seen from her before. "I’m so exhausted, in my head… But my body doesn’t know how to stop. I can’t seem to switch off, not even for a few hours of sleep."

You pulled her into your arms without hesitation, feeling her melt into your embrace as you held her close. Her head rested against your chest, her breaths coming in uneven patterns as you gently stroked her hair, your fingers running through the strands in a soothing rhythm. She nestled herself deeper into you, finding comfort in the steady beat of your heart, and for a long while, you simply held her, letting the silence stretch on as she settled into the warmth of your touch.

After a while, she tilted her head up, resting her chin against your sternum so she could meet your gaze. Her eyes were dark, filled with a yearning you couldn’t quite place, and she whispered, "Do you… have a remedy for that? For this? For helping me sleep?" There was something in the way she said it that carried more weight than just the words themselves, like she was asking for something deeper, something that went beyond comfort and rest.

You shook your head softly, your fingers still combing through her hair. "I don’t," you admitted, your voice low and steady, "but I can stay with you. I’ll be here, Natasha. For as long as you need me."

A small, frustrated whine escaped her lips as she burrowed her face into your chest again, trying to get comfortable in your embrace. She shifted against you, the silk of her bralette brushing against your skin as she cuddled closer, her hands slowly trailing down your sides. You continued to rub her back, your hands tracing gentle circles over the soft material, pressing into the tense muscles to release the knots that seemed to have built up there. She sighed into your touch, her breath hot against your skin, her body relaxing bit by bit under your ministrations.

But then, as your hands wandered lower, you felt it—the slight roll of her hips against your thigh, a subtle motion at first, as if she hadn’t quite realised she was doing it. But there was no mistaking the soft, breathy moan that slipped from her lips as she continued, her body responding to the contact in a way that betrayed her exhaustion. It was instinctual, unthinking—her hips moved with a slow rhythm, grinding against the muscle of your thigh, her breath quickening as she unconsciously chased some kind of relief.

Your hands stilled for a moment, and you could feel your pulse quicken at the realisation of what was happening. You hadn’t expected this—hadn’t anticipated that her need for comfort would turn into something else. But as she pressed herself against you, her breath becoming more laboured with each movement, you found yourself reacting to her in ways you hadn’t thought you would. Heat pooled low in your belly, and you felt the tension building as she rutted against you, completely unaware of just how much she was affecting you.

You slipped your hands lower, cupping her behind and giving it a firm squeeze, feeling the way she gasped, the sound escaping her lips louder than before. "Natasha," you breathed, your voice low and gravelly as you massaged the flesh beneath your hands, the heat of her skin searing through the thin silk.

She whimpered at your touch, burying her face even deeper into your chest as if to hide the flush that burned across her cheeks. Her hands fisted the fabric of your pyjama shirt, tugging at it almost desperately, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you reached down to help her peel it off. She pushed it up and over your head with trembling hands, her gaze still filled with that desperate, confused need that made her look so beautifully vulnerable.

“It’s okay,” you murmured, your voice gentle but laced with a hint of command. “I’m here, Natasha. I’m your best friend, remember? I said I’d help you with anything.” The words hung in the air between you, their meaning sinking in as you brushed your thumb over the curve of her cheek. Her breathing hitched, her eyes searching yours for reassurance, and you gave it to her without hesitation, pulling her closer until there was no space left between your bodies.

Natasha’s body trembled against yours, the air thick with a mixture of tension and anticipation. Her breath came in shallow pants, and you could feel the way her muscles tensed as your hands wandered over her curves again, massaging the silk-covered skin beneath your touch. You kissed along the side of her neck, gentle and slow, as if to coax her into relaxing even further, but you could sense the way she craved more—something deeper, something stronger.

Her hands gripped your shoulders, nails digging in as you eased her back onto the bed. She lay beneath you, her hair fanned out across the pillow, and you took a moment to admire the flush on her cheeks, the darkened look in her eyes that spoke of need.

Natasha’s breath hitched, her back arching instinctively as your hand slid between her thighs, grazing the damp fabric of her underwear. She gasped, hips jerking up to meet your touch, the thin barrier doing nothing to hide the wetness that had already pooled there.

"You're so tense," you whispered, your voice low and soothing as you slipped a hand inside her panties, finally touching her bare. The heat of her arousal coated your fingers, and Natasha’s head fell back with a sigh as you began to trace slow, teasing circles over her clit. "Just let go for me… I'm right here."

Your words seemed to unravel something in her, a barrier breaking down as her legs fell open wider, inviting more of your touch. You slid a finger inside her, her walls clenching around you instantly, hot and slick.

Her moans were soft at first, barely audible as you set a gentle rhythm, the pads of your fingers curling up to stroke that sensitive spot inside her that made her toes curl. She was dripping, her arousal coating your fingers as you slipped another one in, filling her more. Her hips moved in time with your thrusts, as if seeking even more pressure, more friction.

It was pure bliss for her; your touch was skilled, coaxing her closer to release with every deliberate stroke. Her hands fisted the sheets as you leaned down, kissing along her collarbone, and you could feel the way she trembled beneath you, her thighs quivering.

It didn’t take long before you felt her tightening around your fingers, her breath coming faster, her moans growing higher and more desperate. You kept your pace even as she came, her body shuddering in pleasure, riding out the waves of her first orgasm.

You kept your touch and movements gentle, drawing out her pleasure, letting her ride the waves as they gradually ebbed, not wanting to overwhelm her just yet.. But just as her breathing steadied, a hoarse whisper escaped her lips, "More… please, I need… rougher."

The desperation in her voice was raw, unfiltered, and it made something tighten in your chest. This wasn’t just about pleasure; she was asking for something deeper, a way to escape the weight she carried.

Natasha’s skin glowed with a light sheen of sweat, the warmth radiating off her body mixing with the coolness of the room. As you leaned over her, your hands travelled the curves of her ribs, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her silk bralette. The fabric felt smooth against your fingertips as you traced over the taut muscles of her abdomen, her body tense and ready beneath you. She let out a soft sigh, a quiet surrender as she allowed herself to let go, to focus solely on the sensations you were creating.

You shifted your weight slightly, your hips pressing into the firmness of her pelvis as you slid your fingers back into her, this time with more force and speed than before. Natasha moaned, the sound vibrating in her chest as you pushed in deep, filling her completely. Her walls tightened around your fingers, clenching with each thrust as you built up a rhythm that left her gasping, her hips rocking back against you. Her body was a mix of heat and tension, the friction of your skin against hers heightening every touch, every sound.

“More,” she whispered, the word slipping out like a plea. “Please… I need more.”

The raw need in her voice spurred you on, and you complied without hesitation. You could see how much she was aching for it, her body craving the kind of release that came not only from pleasure but from being overwhelmed, from being taken. You angled your fingers upwards, finding that perfect spot deep within her, and began to stroke it with every thrust, sending sharp jolts of ecstasy through her. Natasha’s breath hitched, a choked moan escaping her lips as her hips bucked, seeking more of the relentless pressure you provided.

“Is this what you needed?” you asked, your voice low and rough as you watched her come undone beneath you. “For me to fuck you like this?”

Her response came in the form of a breathless cry, her fingers digging into the sheets as her back arched off the mattress. Her body trembled with each deep thrust, the wetness coating your fingers making each movement slick and easy, allowing you to pound into her at a brutal pace. You could feel the way her walls gripped you tighter and tighter, the pressure building up inside her like a coiled spring ready to snap.

Then, in one swift motion, you turned her over onto her stomach, and Natasha let out a surprised gasp as you pressed her down against the bed. You kept her legs spread, your hand slipping between her thighs once more, but this time your other hand slid up her spine, following the curve of her body until you were gripping her shoulder. The position allowed you to thrust even deeper, the new angle making her whole body shudder as you buried your fingers inside her, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the room.

Natasha whimpered, burying her face into the sheets as you began to pound into her from behind, the pressure of each thrust making her toes curl. The sensation was overwhelming, her senses consumed by the way your fingers drove into her, the roughness of your touch giving her exactly what she’d begged for. She pushed back against you, her hips meeting every thrust with desperate need, as if she couldn’t get enough. The force of your movements rocked her body forward with each plunge, and you could feel the way her muscles tightened, the tension building in her core with each deep stroke.

As you drove her closer to the edge, you leaned down, your lips brushing against her ear. “You look so beautiful like this,” you murmured, your voice thick with desire. “Falling apart, just for me.”

Her body shivered at your words, her breath catching in her throat as a flush crept up her neck. You could feel the way she was spiralling, her control slipping away with every thrust, every stroke of your fingers inside her. And then, just as she teetered on the brink, you withdrew your fingers, only to replace them with your mouth. You pressed your tongue flat against her slit, licking a slow, deliberate stripe from her entrance to her clit, tasting the heady mix of her arousal on your lips.

The sound Natasha made was somewhere between a gasp and a sob, her body jerking in response to the sudden shift in sensation. You felt her thighs tremble as you dipped your tongue inside her, savouring the wet heat of her. Her taste was intoxicating, each flick of your tongue drawing out another moan from her as she pressed her hips back, desperate for more contact. You alternated between licking and sucking, your lips closing around her clit to draw it into your mouth before swirling your tongue over it, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her.

Natasha’s body tightened, her legs trembling as the pressure built to an unbearable peak, her orgasm finally crashing over her in a wave that left her gasping for air. Her moans were unrestrained, desperate, as her body shuddered beneath you, the intensity of her climax making her limbs quake. You didn’t let up, continuing to lap at her with slow, thorough strokes, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until she was completely spent.

As her breathing began to steady, you pulled back, allowing her a moment to catch her breath. Natasha's body lay limp against the bed, the flush still lingering on her cheeks, her hair a wild mess around her face. But even as the exhaustion settled in, you could see a renewed hunger in her eyes as she turned over onto her back again, reaching for you. Her hand slipped down to your thigh, tugging at you weakly as she whispered, “I… I want to taste you.”

You hesitated for a moment, but then obliged, positioning yourself over her. As you settled above her mouth, you felt a shiver of anticipation run through you. Her breath was hot against your core, the warmth of it making your skin prickle. 

Natasha's tongue darted out, hesitantly at first, tracing a slow path along the inner curve of your thigh before moving higher. Her touch was unsteady, as if she was still recovering from her own release, but you could feel the eagerness in every movement as she began to lick at you, her tongue sliding over your folds, tasting the arousal that had gathered there.

The first real contact sent a jolt through your body, a sharp intake of breath escaping you as Natasha pressed deeper, her tongue curling upwards to tease your entrance. The sensation was electric, the wet heat of her mouth surrounding you, and you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as she began to suck gently, her lips closing around your sensitive clit. She licked with a kind of desperation, her mouth moving in frantic, needy strokes that made your hips twitch involuntarily. You could feel your own release building, the pleasure winding tighter and tighter with every flick of her tongue, every gentle suck.

But then her pace faltered, her movements growing slower and more languid as the exhaustion pulled at her. You felt her head slump slightly, her breathing uneven. Acting quickly, you grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled sharply, your voice a low growl as you demanded her attention. “Natasha,” you said, a dark chuckle slipping past your lips as you looked down at her. “You’re not done yet.”

Her eyes fluttered open, filled with a renewed determination. You stroked her jaw, feeling the wetness smeared across her cheeks and lips before guiding her back to your core. “Keep going,” you instructed, your voice firm and commanding as you bucked your hips forward slightly. “You’re doing so well. Show me just how good you can be.”

The words seemed to ignite something in her, and she dove back in with fervor, licking at you greedily. Her tongue moved in long, deep strokes, lapping up every drop as if she were trying to devour you entirely. You could feel your own body trembling with the effort to hold back, the pleasure cresting higher and higher with each pass of her tongue over your clit, each eager suck. Your fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as you rode the waves of pleasure, the sensation building to an almost unbearable peak.

The tight coil in your belly finally snapped, sending you tumbling over the edge into a mind-numbing climax. Your thighs clamped around her head, your moans spilling out uncontrollably as the pleasure coursed through you in heavy, pulsating waves. Natasha’s mouth never left you, her tongue continuing to stroke you through every spasm, every shiver, milking every last bit of your release until you were left trembling and breathless above her.

Natasha’s body moulded perfectly into yours, her weight a soft, reassuring presence as she settled against your chest once more. The aftershocks of pleasure still lingered faintly in her, and you could feel the slight tremble in her muscles as she curled tighter into you, seeking comfort. Her breath was warm against your neck, her chest rising and falling slowly, as if her exhaustion was finally overtaking her.

You stroked her back, fingers moving with practised tenderness, tracing small, soothing circles over the silky fabric of her bralette. Her skin beneath was flushed from the intensity of what had just transpired, the heat from her body sinking into yours. You could feel the subtle tension still in her muscles, the kind that came from more than just physical exertion—it was the emotional weight she carried, the one that had been gradually cracking through her tough exterior tonight.

“You’re okay now,” you whispered into her hair, your voice barely more than a breath. The words were simple, but you knew how much she needed to hear them. “I’ve got you, Natasha.”

She made a sound in the back of her throat, a low hum of agreement or maybe relief, her arms tightening around your torso as if she didn’t want to let go. “You’re always good to me,” she murmured, her lips grazing your collarbone with each quiet word. There was a vulnerability in her voice that was rare, as though she was allowing herself to drop her walls completely, if only for this moment.

“And I always will be,” you reassured her, your voice soft but firm. “Whenever you need me, for anything… I’m here.”

The weight of those words seemed to hang between you, not just as a promise but as something deeper—an acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between you, shifting from mere friendship to something with far more gravity. Natasha tilted her head back slightly, her eyes heavy-lidded but searching yours, as though she was trying to understand why you were so steadfast, why you remained by her side even when she was at her most vulnerable.

Her lips curled into a small, almost fragile smile. “It goes both ways, you know,” she said, her voice low and still tinged with that post-orgasmic haze. “If you ever need… anything… anytime, I’m here for you too. I mean it. If you need to blow off steam, or… just… need someone to take care of you.” Her gaze flickered with an unusual openness, her green eyes catching the low light in the room. “I’ll always be there. For you.”

You felt your chest tighten slightly, a warmth blooming inside you at the thought of what she was offering, what she trusted you with.

“You’d be up for this… whenever?” you asked, a teasing edge to your voice, though your heart pounded a little faster at the idea.

Natasha nodded, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, clearly struggling against the heavy pull of sleep. “Anytime,” she whispered, her words soft and sincere. “Even if it’s the middle of the day… middle of the night… if you need me, I’ll be there.”

Your lips quirked into a soft smile at her honesty, feeling the significance of her admission. Your hand found its way to her cheek, gently tilting her face back to you. She gazed up at you with exhaustion and trust written across her features, her breath slow and steady, her body pliant against yours.

"Good to know," you murmured, running your thumb along her jaw, feeling her relax into your touch. 

Natasha's eyelids fluttered shut as the weight of sleep began to pull her down, her body growing even heavier against yours. Just when you thought she’d drifted off entirely, she spoke again, her voice slurred with drowsiness. “Let’s… keep this just between us,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. “No one else… needs to know.”

You pressed your lips to the crown of her head, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair. “Just us,” you promised, your voice low and soothing as you cradled her closer. “No one else has to know.”

Natasha gave a small, sleepy nod, her arms tightening around you as if clinging to the comfort you offered. “Good,” she whispered, her words barely audible as sleep finally claimed her. “Just… ours.”

As she drifted off, you continued to hold her, feeling the steady rhythm of her breath against you, your fingers still tracing soft patterns over her skin. You knew this arrangement, this shared need for each other, was more than just a temporary fix. It was a deeper understanding, an unspoken promise to be there in whatever ways the other needed—whether for comfort, for stress relief, or something more that neither of you was ready to name yet.

[sparklingchim]

pretty in pink; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.6k

rating: 18+

genre: dilf!jungkook, f2l, established relationship

warnings: 69, marking, dirty talk, bewb obsessed jaykay, sum spanks, multiple orgasms, clit play, fucking in a cute lingerie set <3, creampie, breeding kink, kinda strength kink i dunno, he gifts her a necklace w his INITIAL m actually sick 😐, overstimulation, no condoms must nut inside my gf's pussy then😁, two (2) nipple pinches, they're saur in love i hate them <3

summary: your first valentine's day with your boyfriend.

a/n: happy valentine's day my friends !!!! <3 our fav couple is back !!! w their first smut drabble 🤭 read their entire story here though it's not necessary to understand this drabble cos this is just plain pwp 😋

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“You gotta be quiet.”

“You’re telling me that?”

Jungkook’s scoff is laced with incredulity.

“You’re the one who hasn’t stopped groaning and moaning since we got in the bedroom!” you fire back in a whisper.

Jungkook is momentarily speechless. He eyes you up and down, open-mouthed. “Have you looked at yourself?”

Warmth spreads on your face. Okay, your body might be clad in nothing but a dainty, soft pink lingerie set, adorned with tiny pink and red roses everywhere, accentuating your curves, but that still doesn’t give him a free pass to be loud and possibly wake up Nabi.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were wearing this?” Jungkook’s palm smooths over the expanse of your ass, his eyes trained on your boobs. “Would’ve spent the whole day with you in bed.” His lips are absentmindedly shaped in a pout, fingers exploring your body as he thinks about all the ways he’s gonna have you.

“That’s not the point of a surprise.” Your palms are against his chest, the white t-shirt warm on your skin. While Jungkook made sure to undress you – awed gasps and ardent moans escaping his throat with each piece that he discarded on the floor, your pretty skirt and top he complimented you the entire day for, suddenly no longer worthy of his attention – he remained in his clothes.

The gold necklace with his initial on a little pendant around your neck shimmers in the dim light of the room.

It’s a tiny present from Jungkook. Your rule for today was clear, or so you thought – no presents. You should have known that Jungkook wouldn’t stick to it. You’re not complaining per se, you love the chain, but you feel a glimmer of regret that you didn’t get him anything.

“You look so pretty.” Jungkook’s eyes travel up to your face, briefly stopping at the necklace before the faintest hint of a smile settles on his face. He’s so soft. “My pretty baby.” His fingers are on your waist, drawing you closer.

You tug at the flannel shirt he’s wearing over the plain white t-shirt. “Take it off,” you mumble.

His flannel shirt hits the floor within a second. Your teeth sink in your bottom lip when Jungkook pulls his white tee over his head.

You swallow involuntarily at the sight of Jungkook’s chiselled chest. “Better like this.” Jungkook laughs at your hushed comment, but you ignore him and press light kisses along his broad chest.

Your hands move on their own, brushing past his abs, finding the taut muscles on his back.

He sighs above you, hands anchored in your ass. Your kisses lead you to his face, small, lingering smooches pressed on his sharp jawline, the corner of his lips, and then on his mouth. His lips are still plump from making out earlier. His tongue darts out, dancing around yours as he delivers a spank to your ass.

With a moan you pull off, nuzzling your face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck. Your fingers work on his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers once you’ve managed to unbuckle it. He steps out of his clothes, getting rid of his socks as well.

You slowly sink down to your knees.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses at the view of you. In that pretty, innocent outfit, looking up at him beneath those guileless lashes. You wrap your hand around his already rock-hard cock, his veiny flesh twitches at your grasp and a breathless groan falls from Jungkook’s lips. “Spit on it.”

You gather saliva in your mouth before you let it hit his dick. A hiss follows. Your pump his cock, your mouth wraps around his tip and you begin to swivel your tongue around it.

“So good, baby.” Jungkook tucks a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

His praise makes you take more of his cock and you swallow him deeper. Your eyes sting at Jungkook’s size, but through slow bobs of your head your throat gets accustomed to it.

“Just like that.” His fingers comb through his long locks, falling back like dominos. It’s a pretty picture, animating you to go faster. Jungkook grabs your hand at the base of his cock. “Think you can take it deeper?”

You rest both hands against his thighs and relax your jaw as you push his cock further down your throat. A restrained moan echoes through the room as you stay like that. His heavy palm lies against the back of your head, but he doesn’t force you down on his dick. It’s just there, weighty, possessive.

When you pull his cock from your mouth, your chest is heaving deeply. A thin string of saliva connects you to his dick. You stroke his cock, wet and sloppy sounds filling the air again. He pats your hair, his eyes pools of fulfilled satisfaction.

“Come here.” Jungkook drags you up by your elbow. “Your knees will hurt.”

You’re barely on your feet when Jungkook hauls you onto the bed. A tiny squeal flies past your mouth as Jungkook straddles you. His face is pressed into the soft mounds of your boobs, little kisses skittered across the swell of your tits peeking out from the bra.

You giggle at Jungkook’s sudden shift in demeanour, his palm kneading your boob roughly.

“I love your tits.” His voice is muffled. He doesn’t bother to lift his head to talk.

“I know.” You run your fingers through the fluffy chaos on his head.

You gasp when you feel his other hand sneak in between your thighs. His pad runs up and down your clothed pussy.

“You’re soaked, baby.” He sucks on your skin as he continues to play with your pussy. You can’t stop the little whimpers escaping you. Jungkook’s finger teases your clit and your hips uncontrollably buck into his hand. “Gonna make you feel so good.” His bunny teeth graze over his freshly made mark on the swell of your tit.

“Jungkook,” you mewl. You can’t endure his teasing. You need more.

“Sit on my face.”

“Huh?”

His face looms over yours. “Want you to sit on my face with that pretty pussy of yours.”

He rolls onto his back next to you.

“Come here, baby.” He gently coaxes you to sit up.

“Jungkook, I dunno if-”

“Shh.” His hand reassuringly brushes over your thigh. “The only sound I wanna hear is you cumming on my face.”

His soft, gentle fingers are a stark contrast from Jungkook’s dirty words. But that’s what pulls you to him. You throw a leg over his body, pussy just above Jungkook’s face like he wanted.

“That’s it.” His breath fans over your skin and shivers rise, a trembling and anticipating moan leaving your chest.

Cold air hits your pussy when Jungkook flicks your panties to the side. But only for a second because Jungkook doesn’t let much time pass before his tongue dives between your folds.

You cover your mouth with your hand to suppress the moans that were about to elicit from you.

One hand is on your ass to spread you open as his wet muscle explores the depths of your aching pussy.

“So sweet,” Jungkook murmurs, voice low, desperate even. “Always so fucking sweet.”

He circles your clit, shocks of pleasure spark everywhere. Your head hangs low, lips tightly pressed shut to keep the moans away. You wanna scream his name, tell him how good he makes you feel, but all you can do is reach for his cock and stuff your mouth with his dick to keep you quiet.

The startled moan against your pussy sends you closer to the edge. His cock is heavy on your tongue as you suck him, his precum a familiar taste that fills your mouth. The noises ricocheting off the walls are utterly obscene and filthy, they make you fall into a haze of absolute lust and need for more, please more.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper against his cock. You suck on his angry red, mushroom tip to hinder more sounds coming from you.

Jungkook hums, his devious tongue lapping against your clit. He smacks your ass, a throaty rasp bubbling between his lips. It has you pinching your eyebrows together, your body teetering on the brink of the abyss, right before bliss is going to engulf you altogether.

With another sweep across your pulsating nub, your legs begin to shake. You nuzzle your head in Jungkook’s thigh, emitting uncontrollable breathy whines as every part of you gets swamped by excruciating glee.

“That’s my baby.” Jungkook plants a kiss on your ass, his hand roaming over your back.

You catch your breath, slowly rising again. Your breath shudders when Jungkook’s finger skips over your wet folds. “Sensitive,” you whine. You turn around to straddle him.

His rosy cheeks are tinged in a darker shade, lips and chin glistening with your juice. Jungkook’s hands naturally fall on your waist. He shifts a little so is back is flush against the headboard.

“You’re a little messy.” A shy smile plays on your lips. Jungkook grins knowingly.

His tongue peeks out to gather the remnants of your taste. You lean down to give him a chaste kiss, pussy brushing over his cock in the process.

You’re still sensitive because of the intense climax Jungkook pulled from you, but the feeling of his hard length rubbing against your folds has you grinding your hips.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Jungkook curses at your wet pussy on his cock. His dick is prettily lying against his abdomen and you gently rock your pussy against it, his mushroom tip leaking with precum.

Jungkook leans toward the bedside table and opens the drawer. He comes up empty handed.

“There are no condoms left.” You’re on the pill, but sometimes Jungkook likes to be extra careful.

Habitually, Jungkook grabs a pillow from beside him and stuffs it between the headboard and the wall. It wouldn’t be the first time that you woke little Nabi up with the inconvenient sound of the headboard banging against the wall.

“As if you would mind.” You lift your hips to point his cock at your entrance, panties pushed to the side.

“I shouldn’t nut in you every time we fuck.” He helps to align his cock.

“I mean, you don’t have to.”

Jungkook remains silent. You giggle when no words leave his mouth. He loves to cum inside your pussy. Can’t help himself when your warm walls wrap around him in a tight hug.

You take his cock inch for inch. No sounds leave both of you, but the blistering pleasure contorts your faces. His entire length vanishes inside you. Your palms are on his broad chest, hips gingerly starting to sway back and forth.

“Jungkook,” you mewl in a small voice.

“Pussy so good,” he mumbles dreamily, eyes attached to the gold necklace around your neck.

It bounces with every move, the little initial on it sparking something in Jungkook that makes him want to have you like this forever. It’s a tiny twinkling J between your collar bones, but it unravels possessiveness across his chest, something fierce and stormy that forces him to dig his fingers into your skin.

You grind your hips faster, clit rubbing against him in desperate attempts to cum again. His cock is nestled deep inside you, stretching your little pussy wide open.

Jungkook’s eyes travel to your tits bounce within the confines of your bra. His hand reaches forward to tug one cup down, thumb tweaking at your pebbled nub, drawing a sharp hiss from you.

You teasingly flick at his nipple in return, making Jungkook twitch beneath you. With a smile on his face, he catches your wrist before you can repeat it.

A silly giggle flies past your lips. But it quickly fades when Jungkook’s finger rubs circles on your clit. “Oh!” Your brows knit. “That’s not fair,” you utter through a pout.

A wicked smirk tugs at his mouth. “Want you to cum around my cock.” His filthy words spur you own. “You can do that, right?”

“Yes,” you immediately say in a breathy tone, eyes fluttering close when Jungkook latches his mouth on your nipple, tongue wet and warm as he swirls it around.

With one hand he guides you along, your fingers grasping for his shoulders as you go faster.

“You look so fucking pretty.” The way he looks up to you beneath his eyelashes, face pressed between your tits, pulls a prolonged, desperate whine from you.

“So close.” It’s barely intelligible, a mumble of high-pitched words.

Everything’s too much and you come undone on Jungkook’s cock, walls clenching around him as your high overtakes you wholly. Your forehead falls against his shoulder, hands diving into his raven hair as you try to keep your moans at a low volume.

His palms grab handfuls of your ass. “That felt so good, didn’t it, baby?”

You nod against his shoulder, the aftershocks of it clouding your mind. You feel so weak but

Jungkook’s sweet nothings are like a fuzzy blanket comforting you.

Jungkook rolls the both of you around. You’re on your back, the soft duvet an inviting comfort.

Jungkook hovers above you, cock still buried deep inside you. Having his sweaty, ripped body dangling in front of you makes you salivate.

While he gently cups your head in his palm, he thrusts inside you harshly. His thumb strokes your bottom lip. Instinctually, you wrap your mouth around it, gently sucking on the pad of his thumb.

“Gonna fill you up,” Jungkook says, a restrained groan following. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Want your pussy full of my cum.”

“Please,” you whisper. “Want it so bad.” Jungkook’s hair sticks to his face. You tuck his wispy flyaway behind his ear.

Mindlessly, your fingers reach for the small pendant on your chest. You play with it, legs wrapping around Jungkook’s body.

A breathless rasp leaves Jungkook as he watches you toy with his golden initial. “All mine.”

Jungkook’s eyes are pools of determination and love. “You’re all mine.”

A crazy, lovesick, smile appears on your face.

Jungkook crashes his mouth on yours. It’s messy and uncoordinated, but your heart flutters.

“Cum with me.”

“Jungkook, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

His finger is back on your overly sensitive clit. You shake, nails digging into his back.

“Jungkook.”

“You’re gonna cum with me.” His pushes are relentless, driving his cock into you in fast paces. He puts pressure on your clit just the way you like it, drawing little circles on it.

Jungkook sneaks one hand on the back of your thigh and pushes your leg up. His dick reaches deeper and you’re sure you’re actually seeing stars.

Your high comes crashing down on you with full force, it’s unexpected and pulls a loud moan from you. Jungkook’s hips stutter as he spills inside you. He forces a few more deep pumps before he stills.

“Fuck.” Jungkook pulls his cock out of you. With one finger he keeps your panties to the side to see his cum stuffed in your pussy. “Love you with my cum inside you.”

You nudge his shoulder with your foot. “Go away.”

“I love you.” It’s a gentle whisper, sparks shining in his doe eyes as he watches you.

“Love you too.” You lift your head to give him a sweet kiss. Jungkook gives your boob a kiss in return, tugging the cup back up he had greedily lowered earlier.

Jungkook plops down beside you on the bed. He softly kisses your forehead.

“You should pee.”

“ ‘m sleepy.”

“Baby.” His voice is stern.

“Mhmm,” you sulk, but nonetheless, you stand up.

Your legs shake when you stand on your feet. Jungkook’s arm stretches to catch your hips.

“You good?”

A timid smile crosses your face. “Yeah.”

With wobbly legs you throw his flannel shirt over your skimpy clothed body on your way out.

“I can’t believe we were quiet enough for Nabi not to wake-”

A high-pitched scream reaches the bedroom.

“Nevermind,” Jungkook mumbles, rising to his feet.

You giggle as you watch him fetch his briefs.

Some things might never change.

[miistersunshin3]

HIHI no clue if your requests r open but OMG I LOVED UR SAL X MEANGIRL!READER SMM 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ IS THERE A CHANCE WE CLD GET MOREE? 🫶🫶 🍰

Star struck pt. 2 ☆

Sal Fisher x meangirl!reader

a/n : part two yippeeee!! And yes my request are open so feel free to send more *\(^o^)/*

Enjoy!

-...he just couldn't keep staring as you slowly walked away, your hair swaying perfectly with each and every step, did you really just say that to him? it couldn't be, right? he must be dreaming

"sal, dude.. Sal! cmon bro we're gonna be late again, lets go" Larry said slightly annoyed, not having quite witnessed what just happened a few seconds ago.

Sal, having finally just snapped out of the trance you put him in, turned back around to face him and then coming at him with a little sarcastic

"pfft as if you care, weren't you the one that skipped first period today?"

"yeah yeah, lets just go now"

-needless to say you had that boy Star Struck (hihi see what I did there ^_−☆)

-even in the afternoon when the group hung out together, he just couldn't get his mind off of you and that stupid thing you said. Yet he was too nervous to tell his friends, knowing they were opposed to the idea of him liking.

-his friends, of course noticed his behavior, but decided to not comment on it thinking it was probably just him getting into his own head again.

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-at night, when everyone was fast asleep, he still caught himself thinking about you. you. you. you. and bless his poor soul, he just couldn't stop.

-with his mask off and his face in his pillow curling up in his bed, the duvet softly covering his body and hair falling freely, he couldn't help but wonder about your reaction to him without the mask. his face, his scarred broken then patched together again face, as he not so much liked to think about it.

-and god you were right, he's just so pathetic: laying in his bed thinking of you while a tear slowly makes its way down the less scarred side of his face. you and your friends make fun of him every day and yet he still feels so deeply connected to you, wanting you to hold him, to love him.

-once he does fall asleep, you even manage to follow him in his dreams: laying side by side together on his bed, with your arms around him and his head on your chest, he didn't have that uncomfortable border between the two of you, just his bare face touching the soft fabric of your shirt. your soft voice in his ears "you know Sal, for me you are truly the prettiest thing" it was like heaven...

-friday, the ninth of august, 06:45. is what the alarm clock read as he softly stirred awake despite not wanting to wake up from his dream. finally after so many nights of restless sleep, he had an actually dream, not one of those nightmares people would also only describe as dreams.

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-between periods, as Sal and Ash were making their way to art class, one of the few classes they share, they hear slight laughter and rambling behind them, knowing who it is by the obvious smell of perfume you always use. god it made him crazy.

-his thoughts were quickly disrupted by an obnoxious voice

"hey, you. yeah I'm talking to you blue hair and pigtails, you enjoy being a walking joke?" one of your friends snared.

"no wonder you only hang out with other weirdos, how about you all go back to the freak show your supposed to run?" another one joked making you laugh harder than you should have.

"oh yeah, you'd be the main attraction" you cockily say as you walk past him still smiling.

"fuckin' weirdos" the first one say as she purposefully bumps into Ashley while walking by.

-gosh why did you have to be so mean... and beautiful at the same time

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-its not that you hated Sal.. you didn't even dislike him. its just that... he's just so fun to mess with, I mean cmon he's the perfect target, mask and everything. you still weren't quite fond of his friends tho, but they were also okay.

-you did feel bad sometimes after saying something to him, even if he wouldn't react, your first thought with him was always 'did I take it to far now?' which was weird since you've never thought that when you'd do the same things with other people.

-but the sight you were going to witness in a few minutes was unbelievable to you..

..................................................................……………………

-this was truly the worst thing that could happen to him, he was defenseless. so vulnerable, so miserable, so pathetic.

-two of your male 'friends' had caught him alone in one of the storage rooms of the art classroom and decided they wanted to find out what lies under that mask of his.

-with one of them trying to take his prosthetic off and the other holding his hands so he couldn't defend himself even if he tried, he was done for... or so he thought.

-the creek of the door halted their movement only to reveal you, looking as beautiful as ever yet you had a bewildered looking on your face from seeing the scene in front of you.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you say as you look the one wanting to take his mask in the eyes.

"oh cmon, we were just having some fun here, no need to ruin it" the other one spits.

"this is what you call fun? that's pretty sad if you ask me, I mean I get the verbal stuff but don't you think this is a bit too much?" you snap back.

"why the fuck are you defending him right now? he's fucking pathetic look at him" "and...? you know what I think, I think you're being just as if not more pathetic than he is right now, you are nothing (friends names), without me most people in this school probably wouldn't know you so shut it. and don't you dare tell anyone what happened here" you snarl.

"oh and what if we do tell, what are you gonna do, huh? tell your mommy? or the principal?" your other friend says in a fake whiny tone.

"I know what you did to that girl, you know she really did love you so much (friend name 1) it would be a shame if everyone knew that you're a lying cheating skank and not that you guys just broke up normally and oh (friend name 2) I didn't know you had room to talk when literally all you do is hook up with Mrs. Miller every Friday, do you wanna get kicked out of school, I don't think so. and trust me, once I confirm the rumors its over for you"

“You’re no fun” one of them says as they leave.

- silence. pure silence and you decide to break it.

“You okay?” You ask in a genuine tone. He takes a moment to reply speaking with a stutter “yeah, all good”

“Don’t worry I didn’t see anything” referring to his face, you cross your arms and lean against the door frame, he looks down at the ground in shame, his hands slightly shaking.

"do I make you nervous Sal?" you ask teasingly and after that you chuckle slightly as he's frozen in place "its okay, I get it"

a few moments pass when he finally has the courage to look at you again, god why was he like this when he was around you. "you owe me, big time" "yeah" he finally answers "what do you need?" he asks in a slightly nervous voice, he cannot talk to girls for the life of him (look at his first encounter with Ash in the game (=´∀｀))

you start to think, what do you need..? he then speaks again "I'll get you anything you want" nervousness still ringing in his voice "woah, don't get to ahead of yourself weirdo" you tease.

as you slowly leave the room you say "I'll think of something, sweetheart" you send him a quick smile while leaving and not to forget that wink you shot him once before.

-meanwhile he thinks he’s died because of that nickname, but don’t worry your smile brought him back to life, you just really know how to make his heart flutter. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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a/n : I hope you guys enjoyed(≧∀≦) if you have any wishes feel free to send me requests!! (P.s I love bullying Sal hihi)

[cloudcountry]

Thank you for the 5 stages of grief response! I recently found this and thanks to your writing I have now passed away from joy.

Anyways, you know how each of the dorm leaders like to use their power to spoil their own s/o's? I need that for Jamil. Let's say 3rd year rolls around, character development happens (particularly on Kalim's part), and Jamil is the housewarden just the way God intended. He's great at it, puts Scarabia back in the running with the other dorms, and now has more free time cause Kalim is actually being a helpful vice (ah character development) and he's learned to delegate (sweet sweet character development).

Point is, how does Housewarden Jamil use his newfound privileges to spoil his s/o?

SUMMARY: you're dating housewarden jamil!!

COMMENTS: IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!! i had lots of fun writing it ehehe <33

anyways, you know how each of the dorm leaders like to use their power to spoil their own s/o's? my first thought was getting more of tart because you're dating riddle JSDJSDJD

Jamil looks back on everything that has happened to him over the past year with a lens of scrutiny. He still isn’t sure if he’s dreaming or not, just like the day you confessed, just like the day he was announced as Housewarden, just like the day when he received a position over Kalim because of his own talents, not pity or underhanded tactics.

He still cooks meals for the whole dorm, but he swears it feels different. Maybe it’s because you’re there, staying out of his way as he works and handing him utensils and spices he asks for. Maybe it’s because it’s a choice he makes now, a way to keep some semblance of routine, and not an obligation he has to shoulder.

He gives you the first taste every time. He hand feeds it to you, watching with lovestruck eyes as you smile and hum, cheeks stuffed full and the corners of your eyes crinkling in bliss. It’s domestic and it’s so him, the love in each dish pouring into your mouth and warming your very soul.

When Kalim insists on holding a parade, you’re front and center along with Jamil. He insists on having you by his side, wearing your dorm uniforms as you cheer and clap to the music. Rest assured, if you’re not in Scarabia, he’ll have a uniform fitted for you just so you can participate and not overheat.

Kalim insists on using his own power for you too, much to Jamil’s chagrin. It doesn’t matter if you tell Kalim it’s fine, you don’t need what he’s offering—he’ll still find a way to give it to you. Some things may change but others stay the same, and you’ll know that all too well when you see another gift from Kalim on your bed.

Speaking of the people who surround Jamil, it’s kinda funny how Azul hasn’t eased off his flattery even though Jamil is Housewarden now. It’s nice that Jamil can shut him down with the “I’m literally Housewarden.” line, but that doesn’t stop Azul. His persistence makes you giggle whenever Jamil brings it up with exasperation.

Now that Jamil is older, he feels more confident with you. He still has a lot to learn and a lot to get used to, he knows, but he doesn’t feel like a blushing schoolboy anymore when he holds your hand. Right now, he’s just a man who loves you.

He certainly thinks he’s lucky to have you, someone who stuck by him after seeing the ugliest parts of him, the parts he tried to keep under wraps and hidden away in favor of his persona. Originally, he doubted whether you really loved him or Kalim’s servant, but with time you pried him open and slid into his heart.

It leaves him in a daze, to be honest. He isn’t sure how he let this happen—how he let you in, far more than he was planning to. He watches you as you brush your teeth, as you eat, as you stare up at the night sky and point to two stars and say “look Jamil, it’s us,” and thanks those two stars that you’re with him right now.

He knows when he has a good thing in his life. He knows when his life is better because of that thing. He knows it’s you and everything you embody, from patience to resilience to love. And he’ll love you in its purest form, giving with expecting anything back, because it's you and he knows you’ll never leave him hanging.

-> jamil's jewels . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

[bestosunglass]

hello hi hola and all of it! I hope I find you well :D

Im sure you get so many of these but I’ll keep it short and sweet-

How does it feel to have your talent spread so far in popularity? You deserve the attention of course! But I couldn’t imagine the initial surprise of blowing up

Congrats though! Haha <3

HIII !! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)/

SKXKSKXK Tysm for the kind words, those comments always make me so happy<''33 'bout that-- ngl, I didn't expect all the reach it was going to have, I genuinely only thought (and hoped) it would be in a small circle, but this was just- Wow.

It's kind of great tho to see so many people who like it, or were reminded of it, or started watching it 'cuz they saw my content. In my continent Adult Swim was taken off the air for many years so not many rlly grew up watching the show unless u looked it up on YT (my case), so it's awesome to have Hispanics ppl interested or talking about it as well.

Although there's also obviously that small sector that always come to me with the "Shake wouldn't look like that", "They wouldn't look like this", "The new fans of the show are so..", etc etc, and it's like ????let ppl have fun¿¿¿¿ for a show that is supposed to have more adults in the fandom than young ppl, it's kind of ridiculous to see 'em take it so hard on a mutant food comedy show that don't even have human canon designs and r up to the free interpretation of the artist. Like, pal, I'm just a student drawing for fun when I'm not working or studying or takin' care of my mom, why do u feel so oppressed??? lol

But other than that it's been an amazing experience, I love seeing other artists in the fandom that I follow here and people talking about the show in general. As ridiculous as it sounds but it even inspired me to go back to practicing animation on my own to make more cont kkKk

Cool experience, would recommend 10/10

[hajihiko]

Hey. So, I saw your Chiaki & Fuyuhiko comic that I like to call "Look on the Bright Side" (since it didn't have an official name in the post itself), and I loved it. I loved seeing Nanami & Kuzuryu interact with each other with the former comforting the latter on Peko and complimenting on how brave he was to save his friend, the scene between Fuyuhiko & Peko during the latter's execution, and then the scene of you making a throwback to your DR3 rewrite from your Talky Talky Tuesday content where the DR2 cast witness Human Chiaki's death and chose not to help her because of how awful Junko's influence on them was. It was heartwarming, bittersweet, and terrifying all at the same time, and as @/self-in-dulled-gent put it in their reblog of the comic, the 4th & 5th panels depicting your DR3 rewrite is a cool and visceral indication of how far the DR2 cast had fallen into despair. Heck, both the comic & the rewrite even serve as inspiration towards my au/rewrite/reimagine of DR3's Despair Arc & how Junko corrupts the DR2 cast into despair. So, thank you so much for the inspiration. I really appreciate it.

With all that in mind, I have some questions I wanna ask you regarding both the comic & DR3 rewrite, if you don't mind.

May I have your permission to do a review on your DR3 Rewrite post for my Advian Reads & Reviews content (which in case you're curious about, AR&R is reading review series where I read something, like fanfiction for example, while also doing a review on it at the same time, giving my thoughts on whatever I'm reviewing as well as potentially even sharing my own stories)?

Will you ever showcase the bonus panel of the rest of the class witnessing Chiaki's death that you mentioned in the comic's tags?

Who is the 5th person on the right between Kazuichi & Hiyoko in the 4th panel (I'm assuming it's Sonia based on the hairstyle, but I thought I'd ask for some confirmation)?

Will we ever get to see the dialogue of Chiaki not resenting Hajime/Izuru for not helping her you also mentioned in the comic's tags?

Follow up on that previous question, do you think it's possible that we might also get to see if Chiaki resents her classmates for not helping her, or if she would also get it with them like she did with Hajime/Izuru?

How exactly does Junko kill Chiaki in front of her classmates? Does she still have her go through her execution like in canon, or does she kill her in a different way, and if so, then how? I ask because I saw Nanami had blood coming from her eyes & mouth (making it look like Junko literally pulled her eyes out), there's blood on her hoodie & left thigh, and she appears to have been stabbed on her right side.

And those are my questions. In regards to gaining your permission to review your DR3 rewrite, if you do grant permission, great! I'll be sure to credit you and give you a shoutout too if you do. And if you don't, then I'm content with that and will understand and respect the reason behind your refusal, whatever that reason may be. Feel free to respond back to me whenever you get the chance. Thank you and have a wonderful day/afternoon/night. 🤗💕❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖💕🤗

that's one heck of an ask so I'm using a readmore:

Thank you! I remember that comment hehe I'm really glad people like it

1: sure! Just know that I'm like, you know, just a fan and a hobbyist and not even really a writer so I'm not saying my rewrite is more right than anything else!

2: the bonus panel was actually everyone else's deaths (in SDR2) since they all sort of died alone, too. But it didn't feel relevant enough, I prrrrrrrrobably don't have the sketch anymore

3: yep that's Sonia

4: I'll be totally real i don't remember what I was thinking there at all. Sssssorryyyyyy

5: I think Chiaki, if she got to see the events of SDR2 as the AI, wouldn't resent her classmates so much as feel sorry for them and be disappointed. At the same time though I think she might be shocked at what they're capable of. Maybe she can't help but be a bit bitter, who knows. Hajime/Izuru is a different deal since that guy literally got his brains scrambled, can't really blame him. (sort of like deleting all the save data, maybe?)

6: the blood and amounts of it was more about the drama lol. But I thought the obstacle was like, a little too fantastical, not serious enough, so in my rewrite she straight up beats Chiaki to death with some kind of instrument. I think the image of Junko doing something so realistic (and slow) while everyone watches passively is even worse.

Thanks for asking beforehand! 💙

[resowrites]

The Waves - oneshot.

Summary: Henry struggles with the concept of personal space…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, slight sexy talk, dialogue heavy, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1537

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

The Waves - oneshot.

She was nearing the end of her magazine when a knock on the bathroom door jolted her to attention. Henry barged in without waiting for a reply. "Er, what do you think you're doing? I'm trying to have a bath here!"

"I know but you've been ages and it's getting late, I need a shave--"

"Tough shit, use the other bathroom--"

"I can't, the light doesn't work, what am I meant to do?" She sighed and closed her magazine.

"Wait till morning and use daylight? Or just shave in the dark, you look at yourself in the mirror so bloody much I'm sure you'll manage. Now get out." He plonked his shaving kit in the sink and folded his arms. The grin on his face could only be described as wicked. 

"... Why are you covering yourself?" His head gestured towards the arm pressed across her chest.

"Er, cos I'm naked?!" Henry laughed.

"So?"

"So, I feel... exposed." He laughed harder.

"Exposed?! I'm not a bloody stranger! Though I must admit, it's been a while since I got a good look at ya..." Henry tilted his head to try and get a glimpse of her lower half through the bubbles.

"Oh my God, will you please leave!"

"Why?! 

"Cos I'm trying to have a fucking bath! In peace!" 

"Yeah and you've had one, it's called compromise! Or did you skip that article in your magazine so you could look at shoes?" 

"No, but if you want I'll show you the one about finding a fucking g-spot. Now go-- wait a minute, you're not shaving off your whole beard?"

"Yeah, why?" He stood with the shaver hovering above his jawline.

"But... you'll be all scratchy." 

"I thought you wanted me to shave!" 

"Yeah but not all of it, I don't wanna be able to see your whole face..." 

"Why not? I get better looking every day..." Henry then kissed the mirror causing her to roll her eyes. "There, how's this length..." He turned and ducked slightly so she could see the square patch of trimmed hair.

"I don't care anymore, just hurry up."

"Aww, what's the matter?" She ignored him and resumed reading. "You know, there's something so mysterious about the g-spot, I just can't put my finger on it..." She held the magazine higher and bit her lip, refusing to join in Henry's laughter. "Why are you getting all arsey?! Is this about what happened earlier?" She shot daggers in his direction though he'd already resumed shaving.

"Oh, you mean when we were walking along the beach and you not only pulled me too close to the surf but then used me as a human shield so I got soaked by that massive wave instead?"

"Well you don't have a problem taking a bath for hours--"

"And how else am I supposed to prevent pneumonia?!" 

"Oh my poor little poppet, here let's make you all comfy..." Henry gathered up a hand towel and placed it carefully under her head as a pillow. "There now, would you like something to drink as well? Maybe some crisps and nuts?" He kept a straight face, which only riled her up further. "But do me a favour and free those titties, eh? Let 'em rise up to greet me--"

"That's it, out. Now."

"But I'm not finished!"

"Then spend less time tanning yourself with your own reflection and hurry up." Henry returned to the mirror and waited a beat.

"OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT SPIDER!!!" She shot up screaming, causing her to drop the magazine in the bath and send water cascading over the side.

"YOU FUCKING MORON--" she quickly fished out the magazine and chucked it straight at him. "Why did you do that?! Christ, one of these days I'll have a fucking heart attack... and what am I meant to read now?" Henry struggled to respond he was laughing so hard.

"I thought I saw a spider alright?! Here read this--" he winged a shampoo bottle towards her.

"Right, I've had enough. Piss off and go tend to my daughter - who's probably been left all alone in her pen."

"Fear not Big Ollie, Little Ollie's curled up next to Kal, fast asleep--"

"Will you stop calling us that?! This morning she went racing up the stairs when you called down to me, it's making her confused!"

"Well what else do I call her then if she's just as dopey as you?! I mean, I suppose I could abbreviate... what about Bollie and Lollie?" Henry could see her nostrils flare.

"Lollie's-- I mean Copper's," he grinned, "not dopey thank you very much. She's not even six months old and knows most of her commands as well as how to play hide and seek. So up yours." 

"Oh yeah? Well if she's that smart why does she keep hiding in the same spot behind the sofa? And how is she your daughter if Kal is our son? I bought them both--"

"Those are good questions, why don't you ponder them on your way out?" Henry smiled lovingly at her exasperated reflection in the glass and began trimming the other side of his face. A minute or two passed in peaceful silence. 

"You know... we can try for a baby if you want to?" Her head snapped toward him.

"What?! Where did that come from?"

"Nowhere, it's just... you were so thrilled with Copper I thought I'd make sure you knew the option was there." 

"Are you... telling me you wanna be a dad-dad now?" Henry could see her wheels turning and the look of worry on her face. 

"Hey don't get all in your head, I just didn't want you to miss out if you'd changed your mind, that's all." She cleared her throat and shifted awkwardly.

"Henry I... I still don't think it's a good idea. I mean besides it being a terrible thing to unleash on humanity; my body would change, our relationship would change, and you'd have to scale back on work as well. I couldn't raise a baby and carry on working mostly alone--" he shushed her gently.

"Darling, none of that matters, I promise. And of course I'd be here for you. In fact I've decided to scale back on work anyway..." His words hung in the air for a moment or so.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm just... sick of running myself into the ground, you know? And for what? I enjoy what I do but I don't have anything more to prove and I've made enough money. I want to focus more on us--"

"But we both know that's not how it works. The less you do the less you're likely to be offered, and then you'll just end up resenting me." Henry stepped over to the sink to rinse his face and then folded down the toilet lid so he could take a seat.

"Don't be daft. This last month with you here has been one of the happiest of my life," she quickly blushed, "why wouldn't I want more of that? I'm not talking about retiring, just filming over here more and not being away so much. I'll be forty this year and I'm starting to feel it, I can't keep going like a ploughhorse forever." She eyed him carefully.

"Well it's your decision, love. You know I'll support you in anything you decide to do. But please make sure you're doing this for yourself. I don't think it's likely that I'll change my mind about having kids..." Henry smiled reassuringly.

"That's fine darling, really. You already know I'd prefer not to share you. I'm now battling two Akitas for your attention, add a baby into the mix and I don't think I could cope with the neglect," she rolled her eyes again, "anyway we've got enough to do at the moment. I was gunna start writing my vows later..."

"What? Henry, we are not writing our own wedding vows--"

"Why not?!"

"Really? I have to explain that one, do I?" He smirked.

"Well what about our honeymoon? I know I've got to return to filming in the summer but we'll still have time for a decent one." Henry got up and turned on the bath's hot tap to reheat the water for her. "Any more ideas where you'd like to go? We also don't have to go home tomorrow if you're not ready?"

"Why would I not be ready?"

"I dunno... you just seem more settled here." 

"Nah, it's fine love, honestly. We need to get back." She considered him for a moment as he gently swirled the water around her ankles. "... You know I love you, don't you? Even though I can now see the arse on your chin that matches the one on your nose..." Henry grinned and ducked down beside her.

"Is that right, Bollie?" She ignored the egregious new nickname and beckoned him closer for a kiss. A load of water suddenly flew into Henry's face. He jumped to his feet coughing and spluttering.

"That's for soaking me at the beach you little shit," he then quickly whipped off his clothes, "wait, what are you doing?!"

"Well I might as well join you now--" 

"HENRY NOOO--"

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[lebunnysdream]

Hello~ Welcome to my Fantasyland!

I'm just a twenty-something looking for an outlet for all my inappropriate and wildest dreams, without having to keep a diary 🤭. Maybe you'll enjoy some of this hot and gushiness that be my thoughts. 😈 Continue at your own risk...

Here you can find short stories and thoughts about:

✨ smut and fluff, minimal romance

✨ nsfw

✨ monsterfcker

✨ dubcon

✨ ageplay/agegaps

✨ r@peplay/cnc (*remember consent is important irl)

✨ somno

✨ viølence

✨ ect (I'll add the TW in the post and hashtags) ✨

But not about:

❌ breeding

❌ fanfics

❌ gaslighting

❌ manipulation (sometimes this is hawt but I don't know how to write this in, so for now...)

Generally my stories will be in first or second person pov but I might explore with others. They will mainly be Male Monster x Female Human but I can try other genders/species. I'm always open to constructive criticism and feedback for writing style and techniques, so feel free to comment! However, hate will not be tolerated because it messes up the mood.

I intend on posting at night a majority of the time so you have option of night or morning spice. Though, on occasion, I might post during the day for those feeling a little risqué.

‼️ Disclaimer ‼️

These stories are an outlet for my wildest fantasies and are not meant for minors. They will be nasty; they will be wild; they will be absurd. That's the point. If not interested and an adult then kindly ignore or remove from your feed.

Anyone who interacts with my posts that is clearly underage will be blocked. And those who message me without their age in bio will be politely ignored.

[plscallmeeren]

D I F F E R E N T

Hermione Jean Granger x Lavender Brown x Reader

Request: sorta

Summary: Lavender, your girlfriend, is very affectionate and jealous of Hermione, who is obviously interested in you. You have no complaints as they slowly compete for your attention (not smut, but one kinda steamy scene)

Warnings: Swearing; semi-public stim; if you comment make it make sense I will agree

Word Count: 1.1K+

You laughed at Lavender kindly as she systematically evicted your roommate and her best friend Parvati from the room, closing the door behind her. You set your book down, welcoming her into your bed. It was almost time for your next Transfiguration class, but you didn't particularly mind.

She cuddled up to you, entangling her legs with yours under the covers. "I miss you, (y/n/n). All those classes you're taking..."

"Hey, I'll always make time for you," you whispered, holding her a little tighter.

Lavender hummed, planting her palms firmly on either side of your head before kissing you, her entire body moving in tune with her lips as she leaned impossibly closer to you. You tangled your own hands at the base of her hairline, deepening something that already felt as close as yourself.

She rolled onto you, straddling your hips, making you groan. "Skip your next class for me?"

"Sorry, baby, I've already missed too much," you apologized, hands wandering down her back to cup her ass. "But I'd be happy to go to the Prefects' bathroom with you this evening?"

She murmured something incoherent but definitely unimpressed, shifting restlessly so that your fists clenched.

"Fine." She lay back down beside you, expression sour. "But I'm expecting a minimum of three times. And I want to spend more time with you in general. I feel like everywhere I look, there's just that Granger girl..."

Your thumb caressed her cheekbone, passing over constellations of mild freckles, pointing towards the streaking gold of her hair. "It doesn't matter. It's all you. Hermione is my friend. Okay?"

"I guess."

"No, really. It is all you, because you are beautiful and kind and passionate - don't bother thinking about anyone else. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good." You cuddled a little longer but soon you had to make your way through the maze of moving stairs, the talking armor and the drinking portraits. She stayed behind, feeling ready for your return already.

The class was mostly dull; a monotone repetition of something that obviously appeared bland to Professor McGonnagle also, because she seemed just as close to falling off her chair as half the class.

Unlike Hermione, of course.

"So," she turned to you, both your fabrics transformed into little doll's dresses, "you think your dress would suit me?"

You eyed the skimpy cut (you had accidentally lost some of it in transformation), then looked back at Hermione. "I'm sure. Not many wouldn't." You smiled sincerely, hoping she wouldn't take it as you flirting. It was just a compliment - that was all.

She blushed furiously. "Well, I have some dresses I could show you sometime... I'm free tonight-"

"I have a girlfriend," you reminded her curtly, brows raised. Her brown curls wisped before her large eyes, lips slightly parted as her hands fidgeted in her lap.

"Right. I didn't mean- I mean- I thought-" McGonnagle cleared her throat at the front of the class, and Hermione seemed all too glad to avert her attention.

You sighed, unable to pay attention to the class. Hermione was certainly very attractive and from what you had seen, kind and clever, too. She would never be on the same level as Lavendar, your girl, who you knew and loved, but...

Your eyes wandered over her back, the studious hunch of her shoulders and the wild mass of hair...

Before you knew it, forty minutes had passed and you hadn't taken a single note.

•••

You had Herbology with Lavender, which turned out to be the most interesting theory lesson you'd ever had in the subject.

She had moved your right hand to her thighs, grinning at you when you had pressed your finger into her clit through her pants. Throughout the lesson you irregularly stroked her - either with a digit or two, or the side of your hand, or your palm - and she would always grip her seat like her life depended on it, pressing her lips together forcefully as to not make a sound.

There was Charms and Care of Magical Creatures, and finally there was only you and the night.

You skipped up two stairs at a time on your way to the bathroom, making sure to flash your prefect's badge particularly loudly, not that anyone was around.

You swung the door open, beaming already, finally her dark silhouette was framed against the light-

Except it wasn't Lavender.

"Hermione?" you asked carefully, purposefully avoiding eye contact with her towel-wrapped bosom.

"(Y/n)! I, uh- I didn't realize- I was just finishing up-"

"No, don't," you stopped her flustered state, wincing at how it sounded. "I mean, don't hurry for me. I'll wait outside, it's fine."

"You could also stay, you know-"

"I've had enough of you!" A loud voice followed a loud bang. "Why can't you just let me have something? But no, you always have to take them-"

"I haven't taken anybody! McLaggen never fancied you, and I certainly didn't want to be with him. Ron left because of you, nothing ever happened between us. And (y/n) isn't leaving you even though I'd like it because for once someone does love you properly!"

Both girls were silent, breathing heavily, while you watched, brows raised, feeling slightly unwell.

Before you could tell what was happening, however, they embraced, a mass of waves and curls that emanated quiet snivels. You blinked, unsure what was going on. How did it happen? One second they were fighting, the next...

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, they obviously weren't right for you anyway...," Hermione cried into her shoulder, clenching her fists around the purple fabric of Lav's shirt tighter.

"I know it wasn't your fault, and I'm so sorry about Krum, that must've been really hard," your girlfriend replied, holding your friend like her life depended on it.

"We're just so different, I guess I found it easy to blame things on you."

"I get it, I did it, too. And you know- I mean- if (y/n) would have us, I could share. I think there's enough love there for both of us... I don't know if we... but I don't want to take anything away from you again, Hermione..."

You blinked again, more aggressively this time. What were they deciding without you? Of course you liked both of them, but wouldn't that cause tension? Would you be able to pay them both enough attention? How...

"What do you say?" Hermione asked, now turning to you. Her towel slipped slightly, making you gulp.

"I honestly have no idea what's going on, but I think so, yeah."

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—> my exact words after writing this bcs it's two am I have to go to school tomorrow why am I doing this to myself nothing makes sense and I don't know why my type like bold italic left right middle stuff isn't working I'm so tired you can literally feel the quality declining as it goes on

[dirtyvulture]

😎 This is in reply to the reaction of my “ bonus points” post and again absolutely no rush to write ( a reply, story, anything) and this isn’t a additional comment or head canon to it , more of a defense or in depth explanation as to why that could work to your rebuttal of “ if I was Nat I would be nervous about having R hands near me” ( is isn’t a serious thing , more of my silly little nonsense that you Vulture and others graciously indulge me in , I have in fact seen all the little hearts in my posts . So the other people feel free to add your own little comments to my silly little thoughts) or how even with that it can still work and if it doesn’t then it is called ✨bonus points ✨ for a reason , it can be taken or left. This can be read in many different ways but let’s go over the facts. * Pushes up nerd glasses ( the thick kind with type wrapped around the middle piece)*

Nat has recently left the RR and no matter how you look at it , the girl must be touch starved. Because all Nat has ever known was “ bad touch” ( violence- against her and her against others , forced relations or her doing relations she didn’t want to for sake of a mission) and not “good touch”(comfort, affection and wanted relations) . When R cup Nat’s face in R’s hands telling her that Nat is safe with her before the confrontation with the RR agents R knew that was the last time she could give Nat the good touch that R knows Nat needs for now ( more likely forever) , because she knew when that was done Nat was more than likely going to be terrified and hate R ( that is the only reaction that R is used to after people see her claws, like the monster R sees herself as ) . That is why she takes that precious moment to do that for Nat , and not that R will admit to it but she herself is also touched starved ( the only physical touch R gets is violence- against her and her against others, the casual and meaningless relations. The last good and meaningful touch R had was with her old friend) . Also why R is so careful with her hands . Nat is also a master at reading people , their intentions , body language and non verbal communication . Now on to the defense.

When R is stuck in her trance ( R was more really stuck in the music- R loves music and often gets sucked into it , by singing or more recently humming along. As seen by her vibing earlier with the 40s song. And the memories - even if she doesn’t remember her past fully , she was gets flashes of it brought on by the song , emotions and actions brought out to the surface.) , Nat could tell and read that R at this time has not I’ll intend or wanted anything cardinally from Nat . That R’s actions were déjà vu ones performed for another and those actions were purely good touch meant for affection, comfort and soothing. Now here is where the multi versions and reads can take place.

One is Nat still has the same view of R as before the confrontation and was soaking up the good touch and the line from the bonus points post that goes “ as Nat drift off to sleep she thinks R’s “SWEETEST FRIEND” was a lucky one “ was sadness and envy as she knows the touch wasn’t for her but for someone R lost long ago.

Two Nat is nervous to have R’s hands around her after the confrontation but is soaking up the touch because of touch starvation and that with the combination of R’s lullaby ( plus sleep deprivation) put her to sleep . The line that was mentioned up above was read to be as Nat thinking that the “ SWEETEST FRIEND” is lucky because they haven’t seen “WHAT r HAS BECOME“or they that they “ WENT AWAY IN THE END” ( * the capital letters were apart of the song lyrics in the original post) .

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk * takes off the nerd glasses* but now it is time to decide on if my defense holds water on the bonus points post ( in cases of Nat being ok with R’s hands around her and that it works in the case of Vultures rebuttal) but it certainly holds angst of the original bonus points post that I put in. So people , do you take or leave the ✨bonus points✨post ?

I can't believe no one else has commented on any of your thoughts yet :( Maybe we can fix that with this post?

Nat is very touch-starved indeed, she was probably ready to pass out the very first time R even offered her hand. 😭 But you're right, I think R would only ever be gentle with her, especially when she's still trying to gain Nat's trust.

Random question: How do you think Nat would react if R fell asleep and accidentally rested her head on Nat's shoulder?

[braveclementine]

Chapter 4

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

Elizabeth 🧸❣️: That's fine. Sorry for not calling. Mom needed to have me get the strawberry patches ready for the season.

God you were glad that you weren't on the farm anymore. There had always been so much to do. You always wanted to enjoy the summer break from school and then you had to bust your back working with animals and plants instead of hanging with the few friends you had in that small town, getting Shirley temples at the small café on the corner street next to the cinema.

Now, you were free to do whatever you were so long it didn't clash with work. Which, you were going to be late for if you didn't get a move on.

You slipped out of bed, deciding to skip the long process of scrambling any eggs up, instead grabbing one of the yogurts Ivy had and a wrapped danish pastry in plastic.

"I'll see you when I get home from work." You called over your shoulder to Ivy who was just wandering out of her bedroom, rubbing her tired eyes.

"Yep." Ivy yawned. "I might be home. Kaylee and I are going out for drinks. You can come with if you want, we're meeting a bunch of people there."

"Sure, that sounds like fun." You grinned, "Any guys?"

Ivy winked, "Plenty."

You grinned.

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"HI, WHAT CAN I GET YOU TODAY?" YOU ASKED. Tanya was waiting in the corner, to make sure you had everything settled down. It was almost nearing your first week at work and everything had been smooth sailing.

"Hi, I need um, six black coffees, four coffees with sugar and cream, three carmel frappes, and two chocolate frappes." The lovely red head in front of you said. She was dressed in a business like state and looked rather professional. Almost familiar, but only like you'd seen her on the TV or something.

"Coming right up." You said, mentally counting in your head.

Tanya went ahead and helped you with the order since it was so large. You put four coffees at a time in the plastic carriers.

"Do you want some help carrying those to your car or wherever you're going?" You asked, leaning forward a little on the counter.

"Yes, that would be great, thank you." The woman who had put the last name down as 'Potts' said.

You took half the drinks and she took the other half and the two of you walked out to where a very large man was waiting in the driver seat of a long black limousine. You raised your eyebrows a bit, but said nothing, holding your tongue for once.

"Thank you." The woman- who you were starting to think might be Pepper Potts, head of Stark Industries- turned and said to you.

"Yeah, no problem." You said, feeling slightly breathless, but not wanting to make a big deal out of someone who might not even be who you thought they were. You turned to go, and then turned back when she said, "one second."

You turned back, slightly surprised. "Yes?"

"I was just. . . sorry, but I was curious about the tattoo on your chest." She half laughed. "Not that it was my business anyways, sorry."

"Oh, no it's fine." You said, moving the apron a little so she could see the strange blue tattoo there. "I don't know what it is though so that makes finding my soulmate a little harder. I know one's has to be a doctor but yeah. Oh well, thank you for buying the coffee."

"Oh, yes, thank you for helping me carry it out." She said, giving me a friendly smile and then walking over to get into the passenger seat of the limo.

"Nice ride." You muttered and headed back into the coffee shop.

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"YOU TALKED TO HER FOR A WHILE." Happy commented as he drove Pepper back to the Avengers tower. "Was something wrong?"

"No, something right for once." Pepper said happily. "I don't want to get my hopes up to much, but I believe she's one of Tonys'- and possibly Stephens' as well- soulmate. She has an arc reactor tattoo right in the middle of her chest, right where Tonys' real one is."

"Oh he'll be pleased to have her." Happy said, smiling inwardly for the future happiness of his friend. "Then they'll only have one more to go."

"Yep." Pepper said happily.

"Have you already told him?" Happy asked, stopping at a red light, picking up one of the black with cream and sugar coffees that was for him. Pepper picked up one of the chocolate frappes.

"Nope. I want to see the look of joy on his face when I do it." Pepper said.

Happy chuckled. "Good call."

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"I MEAN, IT'S POSSIBLE IT WAS PEPPER POTTS." Elizabeth said thoughtfully. For once, she wasn't working, but rather sitting up in the treehouse that your father and grandfather had built together for the two of you when you were young.

She had set her book aside- Pride and Prejudice and Zombies- to call and talk to you. "I mean," she continued, thinking about it. "It sounds like her anyways. Natural red heads are pretty rare these days. But I suppose it is possible for there to be another red headed business woman. Of course, the shop you're working at is close to the Avengers Tower so the chances of it being Pepper are even higher-"

"You sound like Kaylee." You laugh.

"Ivy's soulmate?" Elizabeth asked in surprise, "Really?"

"Yeah, she was going over the mathematical probabilities of me and you sharing five soulmate tattoos." You said. "She works with Bruce Banner apparently as an intern of sorts on his gamma radiation technology. Whatever that means."

"Oh." Elizabeth sounded both impressed and interested. "I don't know to much about gamma radiation, but Dr. Banner is incredibly intelligent. Kaylee has to be extremely smart to be working with him."

"You know him?" You frowned.

"I've read three of his five books." Elizabeth explained. "I couldn't make it through all of them because of the technical scientific terms, it was to complex, but from what I can tell he's a genius."

"I'll take your word on it." You said. "All I really know about him is that he's a doctor, an Avenger, and the Hulk."

"Hmm, yeah that wasn't very smart." Elizabeth said thoughtfully, almost to herself. "He's always described as a shy person, but I wonder the deeper feelings inside of him."

"Don't get philosophical on me." You groaned.

"No, I won't. It's just that he had to have some sort of superiority complex to want and become a super soldier. I wonder what the original intent was, he never explained in the book." Elizabeth continued and you realized with annoyance that she really was talking to herself now. "I mean, unless he had good intent for the serum. But what if he just wanted to be strong for himself? Huh, that's interesting."

"To you." You responded lightly. "Not to me. You and Kaylee can talk about it when you meet her."

"Is she nice? Or is she like Ivy?" Elizabeth asked, making the defensive trait rise up in you again.

"What do you mean? Ivy is nice." You replied indignantly.

Elizabeth sighed, "I only meant is she brazen? You know Ivy has quite the mouth on her."

"Yeah, I like Kaylee, she is nice." You replied in an effort not to fight with your sister.

"Good." Elizabeth said absently. "So. How's work?"

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"YOU MET HER?" STEVE WAS THE ONE TO ASK instead of Tony when Pepper was done.

"Well, one of them." Pepper said happily. "She had an arc reactor tattoo and I can't imagine that would mean anything but Tony. And since you guys all share that flower tattoo, and five of you share the bird with the key tattoo, it just has to be her."

"If she works at Starbucks, how have we never met her before?" Clint called down from his bird nest up in the ceiling.

"I think she's new." Pepper said. "I've never seen her there before. Neither has Happy."

"What does she look like?" Steve asked.

"Hmm, well she's pretty tall, maybe the same height as Tony. Maybe even a little taller." Pepper said absently. "She has long H/C hair and E/C eyes. I didn't get to good of a look at her though because, you know, I was just getting the coffee and I didn't want to be staring. She seems nice enough, she offered to help me carry the coffee out to the car. She has a slight western accent I noticed."

"Nice." Bucky and Sam said together.

"I should let Stephen know." Tony said thoughtfully, finally speaking. "Thank you Pep."

"What about meeting her?" Sam asked. "We don't want to overwhelm her. Maybe just like Tony could go and meet her tomorrow? And then he could invite back to the tower and the rest of us could meet her?"

"I mean, that sounds good to me." Clint said. "After all, this way you'll be able to see if it's like, all of our soulmate, or just the one the five of you have. And then if it's the one just the five of you have, Loki and Thor can bring Hogun down from Asgard with them."

"That sounds like a plan." Tony said stretching.

"Sure." Bucky shrugged, though he privately smarted that Tony was going to get to meet you before he was. So he satisfied himself by thinking up several punishments Sam was going to receive tonight in bed.

A side glance at Steve told him that Steve was directly in line with Sam's thoughts, accented perfectly as Steve walked past Sam, squeezing Sam tightly while also blocking Sam from view so none except maybe Clint could see him.

"You're in trouble." Bucky whispered in his ear before joining Steve at the counter for coffee. Sam looked flustered, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs to hide the bulge in his jeans. Clint snickered silently to himself.

"Well shit." Sam muttered.

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[theoriginalladya]

Destiny's Fate - Chapter Update

Destiny’s Fate is the main story in my ShepShep world. John and Jane Shepard have known one another since they were fifteen years old. Through thick and thin they’ve been friend, lover, and spouse to one another. Destiny has a grand plan for them.

Until Jane dies over Alchera and John finally finds a way to live again. When they meet up again on Horizon, both their worlds are shattered. Harsh words and bitterness ensue, as does a divorce, leaving them on a different sort of battlefield. A personal one.

But Destiny’s grand plan cannot be changed, and as the promised Reaper attack gets underway, they are brought together once more to face the greatest threat all civilization in the galaxy has ever known. Can they set aside their differences enough to partner up and defeat the common enemy? Or will their own personal battles defeat them in the process?

Summary: Once united in all things, Destiny has guided John and Jane Shepard to separate, divergent paths; however, both know the future holds a far greater threat than the rest of the galaxy is willing to acknowledge. Can they join together one last time to complete the mission they started together, or will Fate deal them a final losing hand …

Tags: marriage, divorce, strained relationships, angst, pregnancy (past), loss of pregnancy (past), emotional hurt/comfort, death, descrption of battle, biotics, injury

Chapter: R&R

Word Count: approximately 2500

Excerpt:

“Sir?”

Pausing in the middle of reading the latest reports out of the Traverse, Kaidan glances over at Specialist Ramirez at one of the nearby terminals.  Things are heating up out there; the war is taking its toll in many ways.  Already limited resources are getting harder to find as more and more colonies are lost each day.  The hesitancy in the specialist’s tone does little to reassure him that whatever the reason for the interruption is good. 

Swallowing back the dread that follows on the heels of that realization, he sets his datapad aside and gives the Specialist his full attention.  “What is it, Ramirez?”

“Sir, Admiral Anderson is on the QEC asking to speak with you.”

Anderson?  That’s…unexpected.  It isn’t a name he expects right now, let alone hear from directly.  The only one on the Normandy who’s been in contact with him is Jane and that’s on a sporadic basis as the situation on Earth allows.  In fact, they’d spoken just a few days ago when Anderson had passed along that he was making his way east across North America.  There wasn’t any reason for another call so soon, was there?

Unless…

Kaidan shakes his head to free it of negative thoughts trying to push in.  No, if something had happened, he wouldn’t be the one calling let alone asking for me.  This is something else…but, what? 

“Are you sure he doesn’t mean the commander, Ramirez?”

“Yes, major.  He asked specifically for you.  By name.”

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Thank you all for reading and your comments! Feel free to drop an ask if you have questions about ShepShep or just want to talk about them! :)

Also, for those interested, I've recreated my ShepShep Playlist over on Spotify. It includes songs I've listened to at various times throughout the writing of the Destiny series, not just this story.

[skylarmoon71]

Rapheal - (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) - Chapter 6 Final

The morning can’t come soon enough. Raph waits anxiously for your arrival. He’d insisted on picking you up, but you’d told him you wanted to get there on your own. So you could memorize the path. Even promised that if you got lost you would contact him. The second you're there, his brothers begin teasing when you turn your back. He just sends a deadly glare as he leads you away.

Partly to get rid of his brothers and spend time with you.

When he opened the door, your eyes marveled at all the explosive posters. He closed the door with a proud little smile.

“Awesome aint it.” You nod excitedly.

“Your room is very cool. “

You praise. Taking a seat on his bed, you bask in the feeling of being here. Raph’s eyes settle on you. Internally he’s ecstatic. Because he never dreamt that he would see you again. When he’d given you reassurances that day, it was more to comfort him. Because he would have preferred to never leave your side.

“I tried looking for ya.” Raph states. Your gaze moves to him.

“Kinda weird but I kept going back to the water cause I thought it would send me some kinda sign. Then I used one of Donnie’s hacker crap but I couldn’t figure it out.” He rubbed the back of his head taking a seat next to you, and that smile on your face brightened.

“I looked for you too.” You directed your gaze at your lap bashfully.

“I sort of ran into the same problems. When Vincent placed me in witness protection I tried to sneak a peek at her files. But there was nothing on you or your brothers. It made sense. She’s pretty protective of you guys too. You were right. She kept me safe. When I turned twenty she gave me a choice. They'd' finally disbanded the smuggling operation, so I was free. They gave me everything I needed for a fresh start, so I came to New York. I guess the universe knew. Or maybe she did. When I told her where I wanted to study, she just smiled at me and encouraged me to go after it.”

Vincent had been hoping you would find them.

You were kicking your feet back and forth.

“You saved my life Rapheal.”

He objected, but you looked up at him with those eyes that always seem to pierce him right through his chest. After his conversation with Vincent, he’d learned that you’d been kidnapped for approximately six months. When you disappeared from the orphanage, no one had even batted an eye. They’d just assumed you’d run away again. Raph would never know the pain you endured, because he’d been with his brothers all his life. Those few weeks away made him realize just how grateful he was for family. Because the second he was taken, they all dropped everything and spent every waking moment searching for him.

Raphael.

The one who constantly yelled about going out on his own. Giving his older brother a hard time for being the leader. Pushed around his younger brother when he made ridiculous comments or teased Donnie for being a dork. All those little things had been guaranteed in his life until that day. He was beyond grateful for his life.

Grateful now, for you.

“I’m glad that I was able to help you (Y/N).”

He did so much more.

“R-Raph..”

You looked away for a moment, fiddling with your fingers. He was a bit confused on why.

“What’s up?”

“D-Do you have a girlfriend?”

That was not the question he was expecting. He almost choked at the insinuation.

“I-I just saw a picture of you with this really beautiful woman. Y-You’re so tall and strong and kind that I figured it would be really easy for someone to fall in love with you.” You wouldn’t look his way.

“I aint got a girlfriend.”

There was no hesitation. Raph figured then that you must have seen the photo of April in his room. You finally chanced a look, and Raph almost laughed at how hopeful you looked. It was cute.

“R-Really?”

“Of course. Ya aint got a boyfriend, do ya?”

You shook your head vigorously. Raph smirked. This side of you is effortlessly adorable.

You nimble on your lip, and Raph finds himself a bit entranced. When you catch his stare, he coughs, looking away.

“A-Anyway I should probably give ya the rest of the tour.” He looked ready to bolt, and you took his hand, halting him before he could get too far away.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you Rapheal..”

He gulps. He’d told himself not to be too hasty. He cared for you. Raph already promised himself that he would protect you, even if it was from himself.

“I’m not exactly the most affectionate guy.” He muttered. He knew his faults. Affection was lost to him. He realized in a crisis he was a lot more honest.

Now you looked a bit weary, like you’d crossed a line.

You were possibly just as embarrassed as him, but you hid it well. There was a hopeful twinkle in your eyes. Raph closed his eyes to try and ground himself.

“I know people say that when you’ve gone through a trauma with someone, that a bond forms. It’s not healthy. Usually never lasts..”

He knows that being this vulnerable is hard for you. It’s hard for him.

“If it were that simple, then I would have forgotten about you the second you left.” Your eyes lift, and Raph takes a step forward.

“Since you’ve been gone you’re all I’ve been able to think about. I ain’t an expert at this feelings shit, but I know if it were nothing, then losing ya wouldn’t have been so hard. “ Your lips begin to quiver.

“I want you to be with me all the time.” You confess. Raph just smiles.

“Took the words right outta my mouth.” One more step, and he’s so much closer. But he doesn’t move too quickly. He wants to be sure that this is what you want. Because it’s what he needs.

“Can I-” you nod eagerly, closing your eyes. Raph just looks at you for a moment, a smile on his lips. You’re a nervous wreck he can tell from the way your hands drop to your side. Your lips are slightly puckered. He wasn’t sure how one person could be this cute. You peek an eye open after what feels like an eternity. Raph has yet to make a move.

“R-Ra-”

He claims your lips, and you squeak. Pulling you into his body, he can hear the soft hum from your throat as you melt into him. Raph is content with the response. Your fingers rest lightly on his chest as he delivers each soft, longing kiss. There’s not much he can ever hope for in life. Because this situation used to feel unrealistic. He never expected that he would be the one to find love like this first. His entire personality was a bit standoffish. But when he looks at you, he feels like a different person.

It’s all so warm.

You part for a moment, and the care reflected in your eyes nearly brings him to his knees. He pulls you into a hug in an attempt to sever the gaze, because it feels like too much.

“I think I might..be in love with ya…” He admits

You smile.

“That’s good, because I might be in love with you too.”

Raph holds on tighter and you can’t help but giggle.

“I LOVE YOU RAPHAEL!!” You shout into the air. Raph begins to laugh as well.

“Alright alright, I love ya too.”

[roccinan]

1/n Oof, it sounds lovely to be called the 'hermanos stan' :D It's been nearly 2 years and I still miss them, so it's such a pleasure to talk abt them with you! No, I didn't think you'd heard of it but Cricket as a sport is extremely popular where I'm from, even moreso than Football! You can't really avoid it this time of year which is why I put all my annoyance into Andrés lol. Yeah i agree, I think Sergio looks at it more as a team bonding "exercise" that is helpful even if he doesn't have any great liking for it, and when he watches like he said, he's more interested in rooting for the underdogs. Andrés too is probably just a casual watcher so the idea that they both assumed the other was OBSESSED is hilarious to me, it makes them feel more like real siblings growing up together and trying to find some common ground :')

Hi somerain/royalpaperhouse/my favorite hermanos stan! I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you. It's been a whirlwind of a couple months for me! This string of lovely messages has been sitting in my inbox since. I can't believe it's been nearly 2 years since they entered our lives aaaahhh, but it's been such a pleasure talking to you about them <3 OH, that's cool- cricket being bigger in your country than football is certainly interesting! LOL I get that- I hope you were able to channel your "frustrations" onto Andres XD Agreed haha- Andres just pretends he knows what he's watching while Sergio's only here to see if the underdog team wins, and they're both sitting through all those hours because they've convinced themselves the other is obsessed with football (a role Martin will fulfill in their lives soon LMAO). Ah, I'm glad that hc makes them feel like real siblings bonding!

2/n Your hermanos musings water my crops and butter my bread Rocinan!! Gracias for all your kind words, truly (and yes hehe I wasn't expecting that punch either.... it just happened and I couldn't resist) <3 Right?? I love Serquel and Berlermo too, both ships are very interesting in their own right but something just *hits* different when it's the hermanos. Hermanos redux gives me ALL the feels, I don't think I can ever forget the special mix of heartbreak and heartwarming that au gives me.... Big Brother Sergio and Little Brother Andrés live in my head rent free! Awww I'm so happy I can always pop into your inbox with my rambles <3

That makes me so happy to know! Your remarks and support water my crops too :D Thank you for all your kind words and thank you for that punch- absolute chef's kiss! Exactly!! Serquel and berlermo are great in their own right, but with the hermanos, it's just a different texture TM. AH, I'm so glad hermanos redux continues to give you feels :'D That really means a lot and same here. Big brother Sergio and hermanito Andres will always live in my head. And yes of course!! I may be slow in replying as you can tell :') but you're always welcome to pop in and talk about the hermanos whenever you want!

Oh gosh, I'm touched that my support means so much to you 🥺❤ I can never thank the universe enough for making me stumble onto Dies Irae (yes that's another fic of yours that captured my imagination like nothing else) and I hope you know you deserve every bit of it!! Life's been a little rough but your works have been such a bright spot of light thought it all, even the wacky ones like the Toy Story AU, Your unique and varied ideas never fails to amaze me and I'm so glad to have you in the hermanos corner (and our other pals) too! :D Ugh, r*fael is the Bane of lcdp, asfdfjsk I don't give him the privilege of his full name. He's no Fonollosa/Marquina to me!

It truly does :D As long as you enjoy my hermanos content, then I feel that my mission is complete and I feel motivated to make more! AH thanks for the shoutout to Dies Irae as well- I will always cherish those amazing comments you left on it <3 definitely a fic that's very special to me. Aww I'm glad my stories could help provide some bright spots in your life (hang in there! We're all in the same boat!). LOL Glad even silly things like the Toy Story AU and Cut it Out (thank you so much for those heartwarming comments you left!!) were fun for you :) I'm happy to be in the hermanos corner with you (and the rest of our lcdp pals too)! PLEASE, so true, friend. Who even is Rafael?? certainly no true fonollosa/marquina!

3/n Glad to know you enjoy my rambles lol, and I love your blog too! thank you for welcoming me back :) soooo grateful to have a fellow hermanos stan in you too! Ah, Corners my beloved, it's so special to me as well cause I feel that Andrés is the closest we can ever see of the backstory behind s1-s2 Andrés, the dark and insane and terrifying man he was, like someone mentioned before Part 1 Andrés would shoot spinoff Berlin on sight 😭 They feel like completely different people! You can't convince me that Andrés in his 20s had fricking SPACE SUITS, I definitely feel like if we stick to canon, the true canon of the Initial seasons of lcdp (even upto s3 and the few glimpses of the dark parts of his nature in s4) your headcanons in Corners are much more fitting. They are the Real~ canon to me asdfjsk, and I'm sure andrés would agree!

I absolutely love your rambles :D and you're always welcome, no matter when and where! I'm so grateful to have a fellow stan in you too! Your review on Corners + what you're saying here makes me :') That's literally how I envisioned it too, and why Corners is so special to me despite being such an odd little fic. It was the one (aside from substitution) that built most from the Andres of s1/2, and a part of how I imagined he could become someone as insane and terrifying as Berlin. And YET the spinoff is telling us berlin was just his evil twin or something?? Exactly LMAO what even is with those space suits? At what point did he live in a romcom when the whole point of his character is that his romanticized life only exists in his own head? s3/4 Andres was "softer" but he still had plenty of the darkness and edge that would lean into Berlin. So I'm glad my fic could fill that gap haha and I"m hugely honored you feel this way about it!

n/n LOL My absolutely self indulgent and utopian idea of a Berlin spinoff would just be the extended version of "Hermanito", the hermanos as kids becoming the Professor and Berlin as we know them, but seeing how 2 kids growing up in poverty and illness make it and rooting for them, and maybe even exploring how their different personalities and moralities (!) play off each other, there's so much to think about there. But ofc, what we REALLY need are more rafaels and characters no one cares abt 🙃 Ohh I'm just happy EC fit with your ideas about him and andrés, I would LOVE a hermanos centric event omg, if and when it ever happens!! Thank you for everything again! 💌

I am Honored you think so! And also same haha- if it was up to me, the spinoff would just be "Hermanito" + "Corners" XD asdfasdf now you're just making me mourn what we could have had again!! Exactly, I don't even care if pedro and alvaro played 17yos- it's a far more interesting story to see how and why they became who they are, and yet remained so close despite the differences between them. But nooo, more rafaels and characters nobody asked for lmao The gift more than fit with my ideas :D And I'm so happy you're interested in a hermanos event! We'll definitely keep you posted if it happens- might have to be in 2024 lol, but I'm sure our hermanos gang can figure something out. Thank you again for everything!

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https://www.reddit.com/r/acotar/comments/110g2ln/queen_elain_archeron_a_theory_about_elains_story/. I thought that this theory was really interesting. I like Elain and I want to see more of her story. There are some theories on Reddit that Elain hasn’t accepted the mating bond, because she’s seen Lucien’s death and it would break her heart, but she ends up falling for him anyways and spends the rest of her time trying to prevent it and overthrows Tamlin & conquers the Spring Court 😂 & there’s also the theory that Lucien faked the mating bond because Tamlin was her true mate and he did it to protect him, but I’m not too sure about that one. I definitely think Elain has very strong powers and she knows something/is hiding something (I don’t think she’s evil). It was noted that Elain looked washed out in Night Court and that both Nesta & Feyre said Elain would like Spring Court, so maybe Lucien takes her to Spring to fix the gardens?😂 either way, I don’t think she will be staying in Night. I like the idea of Elain having something to do with the fight with Koschei and other villains from TOG & CC. I bet Elain will be an absolute powerhouse. This is my first part of this ask!💜

I haven’t read ToG yet so I can’t comment on those pieces, but it’s certainly an interesting theory! I think there’s a LOT of theories about Elain out there, and it’s just so hard to know what you can believe and support because we know so little about her, y’know? like, I need sarah to give us just a few more details at this point before her book, I beg, just so we can properly theorise! it’s an interesting idea for sure, though.

part two under the cut!

Part 2 of ask! There’s another theory that I saw on Reddit that said Elain is connected to the Valg from TOG. Azriel’s shadows pull away from her and they also pull away from Koschei, who similar to his siblings, share many traits and powers of the Valg. She steers very clear of Lucien whose power is fire and light which are the two things that the Valg hate the most. Valg gravitate towards beautiful people to inhabit and she’s said to be the most beautiful sister. Multiple characters mention how different she is acting & has made strange comments like “no one has really seen me.” This person also said that they think the next story arc for ACOTAR is the Dusk Court & people will assume Elain has a role in freeing people trapped in the Prison. However, no one questions who trapped them there & why (Nesta mentions when touching the harp that the person who did it had ‘evil’ intentions). The people trapped are likely Starborn fae; the people with blinding light who could likely kill the Valg, as well as the Asteri. What if Elain works against the characters to keep them trapped instead of helping? Because it seems like Nesta will be involved in trying to free them. It would be a good way to introduce TOG into the multiverse. Credit to the person on Reddit who came up with this. I’m sorry for all the words, but I just wanted to share this! I really want Elain to have her own book. What are your thoughts on Elain as a character? I feel like she is so much more than being reduced to a ship. I ship Elucien, but I think it’s more important for Elain to have her own story first.