#tlc: sweet tea

[thelaughtercafe]

Convenient Interventions

Tea Type: Sweet Tea (Fluff)

Potential Triggers: None for this one! ^^

Pairing: Oikawa & Tsukishima/ Kageyama

Length: 638

Summary: Tsukishima realizes Kageyama is having trouble focusing, and Oikawa, helpful friend that he is, decides to help him relax.

A/N: Gods Kageyama is such a cute Lee and I feel like these two would be lethal Lers, especially to him. Poor Tobio-

“Man, you really suck today- can’t focus King?”

Kageyama whirled and barked a retort. 

“Shut it, Four Eyes no-one asked you!”

“So aggressive. Scary~ What, did you not sleep last night, stressing about Oikawa again?”

Kageyama flinched and Tsukishima smirked to himself. 

Bingo.

He marched over to where Tsukishima waited on the sidelines and started ranting. 

“Why would I even care that he’s here- I’m gonna wipe the floor with him!”

“I’m sure that’s why you’re trembling.”

Tsukishima grabbed his arm, holding it up so he’d see his own hand. 

“Wow, you’re that on edge cause of little old me? I’m flattered Kageyama~”

Kageyama tried to whirl to face Oikawa but Tsukishima still had a firm grip on his arm. 

“You- don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Oh, don’t I? You’d always get the pregame jitters- remember how we used to help you out with that~?”

There was a lilt evident now, and Tsukishima couldn’t deny he was curious, especially as Kageyama turned his attention back to him and tried to squirm out of his grip when Oikawa began to leisurely walk over. 

“Lemme go- this is stupid!”

“Aw, don’t be like that! I just wanna help.”

“No! I-”

“Don’t tell me your new teammates don’t know Tobio. That just won’t do! Tsukishima- you wouldn’t mind helping me dispel Kageyama’s fears, would you?”

Tsukishima probably should’ve been a good teammate and released Kageyama- but he could admit he was sadistically curious. 

“Whatever- if it’ll help him play at his best..”

He dismissed, raising his chin as he pulled Kageyama towards him, readjusting him a moment and putting his arms under his to hold the squirming setter against his body. 

Oikawa beamed at both of them, easily speaking over Kageyama’s cursing. 

“Kageyama here- is actually really ticklish. Here, I’ll show you! It’s the best way to make him shut that big mouth of his and make him squeal.”

He closed in before Kageyama could kick him away and dug into the boy’s sides but he held firm, glaring at him for all he was worth and biting his lip. 

Unfortunately for Kageyama, his smirk only widened at the challenge. 

“Ah, he’s playing hard to get. That’s fine by me- it’s more fun when I get to break him!”

Tsukishima couldn’t help snickering. 

“Well at least now your fear of him makes sense. Too ticklish to take it? The ones who talk a big game like you always have some sort of childish weakness like this. Wait till the others find out.”

Kageyama turned red, his blush raging and very evident and Oikawa encouraged it further with his own laughter, dancing his fingers up to scribble merrily at his ribs making Kageyama finally burst out laughing, unable to help himself. 

“Ahaha! Wow, you’re a mean one! Teasing is the perfect way to break that stoic facade of his. Isn’t that right Tobio?" 

"You guys are the whohohorst!! Cut it ohohohout!”

“We’re just trying to help Tobio- you don’t have to pretend you hate it.”

Oikawa cooed.

“I’m not pretending!! You guys shuhuhuhuck!”

“Your blush says otherwise. I didn’t even know it could go to your ears like that.”

Tsukishima quipped, blowing air into it and making Kageyama squeal. He could deny it all he wanted but the blonde blocker felt how relaxed he’d become. This really had helped him unwind. 

Still, he decided to be nice. Just this once. 

“Alright, I don’t want him too tired out before we beat you- thanks for the information though Captain.”

Tsukki finally released him and Oikawa jumped back with a laugh as Kageyama panted and glared at him.  He shook himself off and seemed dead set on taking the other down, storming off to practice with Hinata, and Tsukishima couldn’t help but snicker. 

This information would definitely have its uses down the line.

[mygnolia]

take care of him, sunghoon's sick!

or alt. the pt 2 no one asked for... LOL

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader headcannons! | wc: 800 | cw: food, sunghoon as a SIMPPP lots of kisses and cuddling

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sunghoon does his best not to get sick whatsoever 

he’s an athlete and a student, if he gets sick he falls behind on a LOT 

but when he saw you in his puffer jacket and a smile at his competition, ofc he had to kiss you 

you were his one and only and he loves you to death 

simphoon! 

smiling ear to ear on the drive home as you tell him how cool he always looks on the ice

he gets SHY 

wdym his baby is complimenting him profusely 

you two  make food together, and although you’re still congested, you promise sunghoon you feel much better. 

makes soup and noodles 

yes he hugs you from behind yes he rests his chin on the top of your head 

the man is 5’11 (and i’m 5’4 mmmm how perfect)

one kiss leads to another kiss and suddenly you’re giggling from the ticklish feeling and how he’s annunciating every “mwah!” 

kisses all over your face 

he snuggles with you on the couch when you eat, and actually cuddles you this time 

“Someone’s clingy,” you joke, and he buries his head in your neck. “But it’s okay. I like it.” 

hoon is all blush blush

“It’s been a long time, I missed you,” HE’S SO POUTY AND BABIE 

You two definitely fall asleep with a light on, his legs tangled with yours, his hand around your waist holding you close. 

Uh oh!

Sore throat. 

“I think you got me sick.” You apologize like crazy, rushing to make him some egg drop soup and tea

“Shhh, Hoon, go back to bed, let me take care of you” 

oh the man is WHIPPED head over HEELS he’s like omg what did I do in my past life to get someone as caring as ____ 

He’s also whiny, and kind of quiet

he is a thinker and a listener so when he’s sick, he’s even less inclined to talk or be his usual rambunctious self 

It makes you feel bad for putting your boyfriend in such a miserable position 

But he promised you it’s not your fault (even though it is) and that it’s not as bad as you think it is 

no more feeling bad! You have to make sure sunghoon recovers as quick as he can 

You separate medicine into little containers and makes sure he always leaves with warm tea, cough drops, gloves, and any medication if he needs 

You drive him whenever, 1. because he is ur passenger princess! and 2. because you don’t want him to be stuck in traffic when tired

Always Always getting him layers 

and now it’s your turn to refuse his kisses and hugs. 

“____ I want to cuddle.” 

You shake your head, a smile threatening to break your stoicism. “You’re sick, baby. You don’t want to get me sick again, do you?” 

“But I miss you :(“ oh he definitely is following you around the house like a puppy trying to get you to give him forehead kisses and that sweet sweet tlc. 

He sends you voicemails when you’re busy telling you “hi baby i’m at home still are you still coming over today?” violent coughing “i mizz u and i wuv u”

AGH so whipped for this boy im…

you come over with more soup and cuddles and love 

he falls asleep halfway through his movie and you have to check his forehead to make sure he’s not having a fever 

dishes are CLEANED everything is put away and then you go sleep on the couch

now lets say the couch is huge and there is space for two 

WELL sunghoon wakes up in the middle of the night and sees you’re not in bed :(( so he goes out to the living space with his blanket and then just falls asleep on you 

and you wake up like wtf i cannot breathe??? 

but oh it’s just hoonie bb its okay 

HES SOOOOO CUTEEE 

messy hair covering his forehead and eyes as he sleeps on your shoulder, hot breath fanning your neck 

you just stay there until the afternoon because you could not try to untangle yourself even if you tried 

but he’s better! at least he says so 

he feels a lot more energetic, is attending practice for longer periods of time and more frequently, and you see the sparkle in his eyes again 

YAYYYY BB HOON IS RECOVEREDDDDDD 

you still dote on him until he’s completely better because you truly want to make sure he’s not overworking himself

agh he WILL marry you he will put a ring on your finger and boom you two have a white picket fence and two dogs and a cat. 

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hello it’s me ren again 🤓 mmmwah i love hoon

[mokokone]

Requests for our darling medicine vendor you say? If that's the case, could I request some first time together smut?

⚠Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ!⚠ This story contains sexual themes and adult content. You must be 18+ to read this. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! You are responsible for your own consumption. If you don't like sexual or adult themes, please read something else.

The Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Fem!Reader [Smut]

Summary: Kusuriuri rewards you for being a good apprentice with a little TLC.

Paring(s): The Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Fem!Reader.

Warning: Smut, adult content, sexual themes.

Word Count: 1,922

He placed his hands on your hips instinctively.

Cerulean eyes gaze down at you, exuding a desire to make passionate love to you. However, you sense his restraint, knowing that he is holding back...

For now.

"Master K-Kusuriuri," you whispered his name, the sound barely audible in the quiet room.

"We mustn't."

Kusuriuri growled and pressed his lips against your neck. The feeling of his sharp canines against your skin caused little tingles every now and then as his hands idly began playing with the hem of your kimono.

He seemed ready to just tear the brocaded fabric off, but despite his tenacity, he was also surprisingly gentle, at least for the time being.

His erection could be felt through his robes, pressing against your lower back—a clear sign letting you know he's enjoying this just as much. You knew that once things escalated, any self-control he possessed would evidently disappear. Regardless, you still enjoyed the gentle gestures.

"Hush," he sibilated, "just relax and let me take care of you.” He tells you softly.

With that, you bite your lower lip, keeping in any protest you may have as you let him continue to do as he pleases.

Seeing how obedient you are, his painted lips curled into a fox-like grin. "Good girl♡" He cooed, trailing his hands up your sides.

They stop just an inch under the swell of your breasts. His face is very close to yours, and his gaze rests on her lips.

“My sweet apprentice is so tense. Perhaps I should loosen her up a bit."

"Ple-please." You meant to keep quiet, but the things he's doing to your body are making it quite the challenge.

Kusuriuri's smile falters slightly as those omniscient blue eyes narrow. "So impatient you are," He said, but there's no bite in his suave tone.

You gasped when both his hands groped your breasts through your parted kimono. They were cold against your warm skin, causing the skin of your areola to immediately harden as his thumbs rubbed your nipples over the thin fabric.

You mindlessly rubbed your inner thighs together in an attempt to ease the throbbing ache within your core.

A pleased hum rumbles deeply in Kusuriuri's throat at your cute expression, and the soft little moans escaping you only stroked his ego further.

"Turn your head towards me, (Y/n)-chan."

You do, only want to have your breath taken from you as he presses a deep, romantic kiss against your lips. A moan escapes you, and you feel his tongue lick your lips. A deep lover's blush colors your face upon realizing he's silently asking for access, wanting you to give him permission to deepen the kiss, and you find yourself hesitating.

This is all moving very fast, you think, with a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

This isn't how you expected your day to go at all. What was supposed to be a normal day that usually involved you helping your master slay and exercise mononoke has quickly turned into something much more intense and intimate.

To Kusuriuri, you've done well being his faithful little helper, and he figured you deserved a little award for your efforts.

"M-master," you murmured, separating your lips slightly in order to speak.

But it's a big mistake, as Kusuriuri sees his chance and slips his tongue into your mouth, sending a shiver down your spine. The unexpected intimacy leaves you reeling as the taste of sake, tea, and honey invades your senses, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed.

Your nipples grow sensitive from his heavy touching, and your p***y grows wet. Eventually, he pulls away to give you both some much-needed air. You're both breathless, and your faces are hot.

You whined, feeling his c♂ck twitch and throb against you. He's most definitely eager to be inside you, as Kusuriuri gives you a heated look before maneuvering you so that you're straddling his lap.

Hands find perches on your ass as he begins to gently move you, coaxing you to rock back and forth in his lap. Thrilled that he's finally giving you the okay, you do so keenly, grinding yourself against him.

“It would seem we're both eager for carnal knowledge, my dear," he chuckles.

You silently nodded.

Dissatisfied, Kusuriuri gently lifts your chin, causing you to glance at him. "Use your words, (Y/n)-chan."

"Yes," you said, and he’s back at your lips, kissing, licking, and gently biting.

The friction of you grinding down on his c♂ck is tantalizing, but just a tease and nowhere near the amount of pressure you desire. You squirm in his lap and moan into his mouth.

He chuckles, his hands grasping your ass harder, long purple nails lightly digging into your plump flesh and dragging across your skin, leaving little marks.

“Let me inside you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, breaking the kiss, and your heart soars at the endearment.

"Okay," you nod in agreement. "Just be gentle..."

"Of course. I would never hurt you," He says he reached down to untuck his robes before pulling his pants, freeing his erection from its confines.

It's a bit tanner than his pale skin, with a flushed pink tip that oozed pre-cum. Once finished, he helps you remove the rest of your kimono and undergarments as you take them off. Now completely bare, Kusuriuri draws you back to straddle his lap and into his arms in a tight embrace.

“Lovely,” he says sweetly into your ear.

With that, he lowers you down slowly, pressing the head of his c♂ck against your wet opening. You bit your lower lip at the stretch, releasing a whine of discomfort.

It's not your first time, but it's been so long since you indulged in this kind of intimacy. The sensation is overwhelming—a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless. You can feel every inch of him inside you, filling you completely. Despite the initial discomfort, you can't help but arch your back, craving more of him.

Knowing this, Kusuriuri licks two of his fingers and then reaches down to rub you, as you take him completely. When he is hilted to the base, he gives you a moment to adjust to his girth. Every motion strokes the flames of fire growing within your stomach.

Kusuriuri groans softly, feeling your p***y clench down around him with an aroused squeeze.

“Ah, that’s it," he breathes, beginning to thrust shallowly. “Relax for me.”

His hands are firm on your hips, guiding you as he sets a steady rhythm. Each movement sends a wave of pleasure coursing through your body, building with each thrust. You watch his length disappear in and out of you again and again, mesmerized. It starts to feel amazing when he hits a spot deep inside you. Instinctively, you started thrusting with him.

Whenever he thrusts up, you drop down.

And true to his promise to be gentle, however, it's not quite hard enough. You wanted him to be rough with you. Your body is on fire at this point.

“Master, please go faster." You tell him, clutching his shoulders.

He does, tightening his hold on your waist so that he can lift you up and down with more ease. The slapping sound if his family jewels against your ass fills the room as you moan out at the intense pleasure.

“Ahh~♡ More! Gimme more!♡♡”

Kusuriuri complies, slamming you down hard on his c♂ck, grunting with the effort but barely breaking a sweat. You're shuddering and moaning in sweet pleasure, and he wants nothing more than to see you come undone,

"So good♡. You feel so good, (Y/n)-chan."

He picks up the pace, hilting himself completely with each thrust.

The connection between you is electric, a primal need that drives you both towards an inevitable climax.

"I'm...I'm gonna come! I'm cumming!!♡"

"Then go ahead, sweetheart. Come," He encouraged.

With that being said, when you finally reach that peak, your world explodes in a burst of ecstasy, leaving you spent and satisfied in his embrace. After several thrusts, Kusuriuri pulls out and strokes himself to completion, as pearly white streaks of his release landa on your stomach.

Momentarily, you both breathe heavily as you come back down to earth, feeling the warm, sticky remnants of your passion between you.

The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of blissful satisfaction. You look into each other's eyes, sharing a silent understanding of the profound connection you have just experienced.

It is a moment of pure, unadulterated joy that you knew would last forever.

✿END✿

[owliellder]

The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x f! Painter Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author's Note: I write these at work and I work nightshift all alone in a little gatehouse, right? I kid you not 3 coyotes were staring at me through the door and I didn't even notice. I saw them running by on the cameras but I honestly thought it was just a group of feral cats cause they were so small.

Anyways, thank you for 300 followers!! I'm geekin' out over that! And Friday morning the last chapter will be out 😈🙏

Cross-posted on AO3

Session 5: Finishing Touches

The word excited was a vast understatement when it came to seeing you again.

Leon's heart was thrumming against his chest as he stood silently in front of your apartment door. His hand was raised up halfway, ready to knock, but a sudden wave of anxiety was holding him back. He was at your apartment. Your apartment.

The drive over was relatively short, it was closer than your workspace, yet he felt confident the entire way here. Now here he was, frozen in place, worried his knock would be too loud or make him seem desperate, even. A ridiculous thought, obviously the man knew that, but it gripped his mind nonetheless.

You must've had a sixth sense, having opened the door before he'd built up the courage to actually knock, when all reality you just recognized the sound of his motorcycle at this point. The sweet smile you gave Leon was enough to draw him into your apartment. He was quick to take his jacket off since he was sweating bullets, hanging it up on the coat rack next to your front door.

You could tell he was nervous just by how jittery he was, it was endearing yet worrisome at the same time. Seeing how worked up you made him was adorable, but at the same time you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable around you.

"Sit wherever, Mr. Kennedy. My house is yours." You placed a hand on his bicep to try and ease him, smile still remaining as you watched him survey the living room. A quiet laugh fell from his lips as he trained his eyes on you. "It's Leon, please. Making me feel real old over here..." You rolled your eyes with a playful groan. It was just a formality you'd trained yourself to respond with when it came to clients. A hard habit to break since you'd never really dated any of them before now.

With a gentle pat, you slowly turned and walked off into your admittedly small kitchen where the faint sound of boiling water could be heard. It took a few seconds before Leon decided to follow you, not totally convinced to take a seat just yet. You glanced over your shoulder at him before turning back to reach up into one of your cabinets, pulling out a couple mismatched mugs. "You like chai?" He nodded, licking his lips at the idea of something to drink.

The man could only stand awkwardly a few feet behind you and watch as you grabbed a couple tea bags from another cabinet, setting reach bag in their respective mug. An electric kettle sitting atop your counter beeped once it reached the selected temperature, prompting you to grab the handle and pour the water into the mugs.

You covered the mugs to let them steep, turning around to lean back against the edge of your counter so you could look at Leon. He looked like a lost puppy, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he took in your kitchen. With a sympathetic sigh, you pushed yourself from the counter and looped your right arm through his, leading him out of the kitchen back towards your living room. "Get comfortable, I'll bring the tea over here, okay?"

He just let you lead him over to the couch, sitting down at your request with a meek nod. He really should be more confident than this, but he was far out of practice when it came to women. The idea of messing this up for himself was terrifying.

Leon's head followed you as you walked around to the front of the couch, watching as you set the mugs on the coffee table before sitting down next to him. He rested his hands on top of his thighs, eyes now stuck to the tea placed in front of him.

"Are you feeling alright? You look like you're gonna throw up." You meant this in a joking manner, even giggling a bit as you spoke, but Leon's head jerked away from the tea to look at you, eyebrows furrowed with worry as he shook his head. "No-.. No, I'm okay, just... Can I be honest?"

That kind of question never failed to make you nervous, and he was quick to pick up on that, clearing his throat after stumbling over his words. "It's... It's been a long time since I've done anything like this. Seeing someone."

Your mouth formed a small 'o' shape at his confession before falling back to that same sweet smile that you welcomed him in with. "You're right to be nervous, Leon. But hey," you paused to scoot closer to him, ".. I've had the privilege to learn a bit of backstory from you already, and after working with a few other agents before you, I have a general idea on just how taxing that kind of job can be."

Leon tightened his lips as he listened to you, worry still plain on his face. You were right and maybe that's why he grew to like you so easily. He didn't have to explain anything since you already knew the basic gist of it all, holding a level of understanding that most other potential partners wouldn't have.

You reached in front of him to grab the mug, carefully placing it in one of his hands before reaching further to grab the other, now having him hold the mug with both hands. He kept fidgeting with his jeans, clearly needing something to hold onto.

"I won't pry, the details of your job seem pretty intense, but I want you to know that I'll never turn you away, relationship or not." You'd grabbed your own mug now, looking down as you pinched your index and thumb on the paper end to the tea bag to jostle it a bit. "You've more than earned the time you have now to just be yourself."

Leon swallowed dryly, turning his attention down to where he was holding the mug in his lap. He didn't even know he needed to hear those words, but dammit were they definitely hitting home.

"Thank you." He managed to say, voice meek and slightly scratchy from just how dry his mouth had become. "You... have a way with words?" He breathed out a chuckle to which you followed up with a laugh of your own. Despite feeling so vulnerable and awkward, he still managed to make a joke.

You closed your eyes as you brought the mug up to your lips, taking a sip of the now perfectly warm tea before opening them again to give the man next to you a smirk. "What a charmer you are, huh?"

And just like every other time the two of you had been around each other, Leon started to relax by the hour; talking more, joking more, getting closer to you, and once you both finished up the tea, he held onto your hand with his own.

He followed you around your apartment when you excitedly asked to give him a tour. It was small, a very humble one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, but to Leon it was probably the most comfortable place he'd ever been. So similar to your workplace in terms of decor, but now it was full of your more personal items.

The smell of the tea from earlier was beginning to fade, making way for the smell of just you, such a pleasant and intoxicating smell to the man.

Your bedroom was the biggest culprit so far, the two of you winding up sitting on the edge of your bed. Shamefully, he'd zoned out as you rambled on about whatever, just soaking in the feel of your comforter beneath his hands. It was soft, but definitely not as soft as your lips were.

While Leon was zoned out, his eyes had gotten stuck again, this time on your lips as they moved. You were focused somewhere else, looking forwards, not really paying attention to where he was staring. He so badly wanted to kiss you again, the last kiss didn't last nearly as long as he would've liked it to.

Leon knew his words would fail him and he wanted to act before his nerves got the better of him, leading him to moving his eyes up to yours, his hand reaching to gently hold under chin so he could turn your head to face him.

The feel of his hand caused you to pause your ramble, letting him turn your head to face him. He looked so handsome with that wanting look, his eyes flittering from your own and back down to your lips.

He seemed to know what he wanted, so you opted to just let him slowly pull you closer into a kiss, eyes closing as your lips touched his. It was a little longer than the kiss you shared the night before, but after pulling away and seeing the shy smile you had, he couldn't help but pull you right back in.

His eyebrows furrowed, hands finding their way to your back to pull you closer, one between your shoulder blades while the other on the small of your back. You arched against his touch, letting him angle you the way he wanted. Leon's hands moved to make way for his arms, biceps flexing as he tightly wrapped them around you. He had to hold on tight, fearing he would lose his little slice of heaven if he didn't.

Your lips felt amazing against his, so soft and pillowy. And god, the way your skin felt when he shifted one of his rough hands up under your shirt. He needed more, all of you.

He let out a low groan, almost a growl as he nibbled on your bottom lip before moving down to your neck. He leaned back a bit so his shoulders were resting against the head of the bed frame, managing to pull you even closer so your chest was pressed up a little higher than his, his head buried into the crook of your neck.

You breathed out a shaky breath as his hands began to wander again, still underneath your shirt. They went up and down your back, moving down to occasionally squeeze your waist. You made the prettiest sounds when he did.

Leon felt so needy, holding onto you like this, for dear life. He couldn't help it. You were his lifeline right now.

His lips trailed along the underside of your jaw and down the front of your throat, making sure to leave a trail of hickeys in their wake. He could feel you swallow and the vibrations from your moans, loving how alive you felt in his grasp.

You ran your fingers through his hair before gently tugging him away from your neck, tilting his head back ever so slightly so he was looking up at you. He was panting, breath cold against your spit-covered neck. You gave him the most endearing look, one hand trailing down to cup the side of his face. You didn't want him to worry even for a second.

"I'm not going anywhere." You whispered, running your thumb along his bottom lip before bringing him into another kiss. His grip on you loosened enough for you to carefully slide down and settle your upper half into his lap.

Leon's lip quivered as he watched you, hands trembling once you'd slid out of his grasp. Your words were comforting, but he couldn't hold onto you the way he wanted when you were down there. Though, with the way you rested your cheek against the bulge straining in his jeans, he wasn't all that worried anymore.

You watched your hand with a lazy smile as you stroked him over his jeans, both arms resting on his thighs to keep them spread apart. Leon needed love and care and you were more than willing to help him make up for the lost time.

After unbuckling his belt and pulling it off, you unzipped his jeans, sitting up to pull them down in the front. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, silently asking for permission to which he eagerly nodded his head. He even reached his hands down to help, but you swatted them away.

"Let me take care of you..." Carefully, you pulled the front end of his boxers down far enough for his cock to spring out and then up against his stomach, already leaking precum. Leon groaned as the cool air hit it, causing his hips to jerk up a bit.

You didn't want to tease the poor man, so you reached your hand up and gripped the base, pulling it upright and to the side slightly. You stroked him languidly before placing a gentle kiss against the shaft. He whined, his legs now starting to shiver from the adrenaline.

Leon never could've imagined he'd get this far with you tonight, let alone get to watch you stroke his dick while giving it kisses and little kitten licks. A pitiful moan was pulled from him when you wrapped your lips around the tip to suck, your hand now stroking him faster.

You were so careful with him, focusing on his pleasure, having even stopped a couple times to make sure he was feeling good and also just to tell him how good he was doing.

With his cock now deep in your throat, tears were streaming down his face, small sobs falling from his lips as you bobbed your head up and down. It was all so much; the smell of your bedding, the feeling your mouth wrapped around him, the sound of his own weak little cries hitting his ears.

"I'm-.. God I'm sorry- I-" He spoke breathlessly through the moans and sobs, hands fisted into your comforter as he began to worry he'd chase you away. You pulled your mouth off of him, hand moving from holding the base to stroking him again. "You're doing such a good job, Leon. Just let go for me.." With your hushed words, you quickly put your mouth back around him, going right back to deepthroating him.

His orgasm surfaced fast, throwing his head back with a high pitched whine as he all so suddenly came down your throat. After pulling away, you gave the tip of his cock a gentle kiss before tucking it back into his boxers for him, staring up at him while running your hand along his thigh.

It was hard for him to look down at you, his head feeling heavy. A few small tears fell here and there, but now he was able to give you a tired smile. "Was that alright?" You asked him again, voice raspy from deepthroating the man.

Leon huffed out through his nose, smile widening as he quickly sat up, reached down, and pulled you up so your chest was pressed against his again. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly once more before burying his face into your neck.

It would've taken years for him to open up like that with anyone else, but it was different with you. You already knew, you understood, you were patient with him.

You made him feel weak in the best way possible. For once in his life he didn't need to be that strong, stone-cold agent who didn't bat an eye at death. With you, he could be soft.

It only took a few more sessions for Leon's portrait to be finished. All that needed to get done was some finishing touches since little things tend to get smudged along the way. All a part of the process.

Unfortunately for Leon, you didn't let him see the final product, blocking his every attempt to see it while saying something about "You don't get to see the bride before the wedding!" Whatever that meant.

When you told him it would take about two months to dry, he turned into the biggest man-child you've ever seen. Leon was just as bad as Chris in that sense, only difference being Claire was there to help contain Chris when he tried to see their portrait. Now you were left to deal with Leon's shenanigans all on your own.

No matter how much he begged and pleaded, you didn't relent. Hell, you even chased him out of the building with a dirty paintbrush. Two months was too long to wait for something like that. You were basically torturing him.

Luckily for you and him, it was easy to distract the man with the promise of a comfortable night at your apartment with some takeout. Afterwards, he really only ever asked about the portrait when he saw you working on something else. By now you'd hidden the painting away from his prying mind to give it time to dry. Out of sight, out of mind.

In the meantime, you would sketch him at random; while he was sitting on your couch, with his glasses on, naked on the bed posing for you "like one of your french girls", which was pretty funny yet surprisingly helpful. It had been a long time since you had the chance to draw a nude model, and what better than the ex-agent you'd grown so fond of?

Now it was just a matter of playing the waiting game. Leon's portrait was made to be extra special, secretly working on it while he was sleeping or off at the gym. Sure it prolonged the drying process, but you can't rush perfection in the end.

tags!: @greywardensaywhat @xkittiecatx @httpsuguru @k-fallingstar @lysa1201 @bobastayhigh @pocketstoriesstore @agent-dessis-posts @klee-iii @missjoenowhere @bbjposay @lazuliglace @bigtiddiesimp @finsternisle @sweets3rial @sodacolablast (there's a few of you that tumblr wouldn't let me tag for some reason 😭)

[moodywyrm]

mdni.

thinking about apartment neighbor! abby. you're both young, barely out of or just finishing up bachelors degrees, maybe starting grad school. living on the fourth floor of a somewhat crappy apartment building, but figuring it out nonetheless. Abby, in apt. 4C, only vaguely (incredibly) in love with her neighbor in apt. 4D.

when abby first moved in – finally living on her own after sharing an apartment with her bestfriend, Manny, for all of undergrad – she was stunned to find the sweet bookseller from her favorite bookstore entering the apartment next to her's. y'all had already struck up an easy friendship, born from Abby's frequent trips to the bookstore.

it's a good set up, for both of you. y'all have dinner together at least once a week, usually over takeout and shitty TLC shows. You see each other in the mornings too, usually for coffee or toast or whatever pastries you've baked for breakfast. Abby doesn't know this, but at some point you started baking her favorites (pastries filled with guayaba y queso), purely so she could start her day off with a win.

Once, Abby came over with her hair loose around her shoulders, hair tie and brush in hand, tears brimming in her eyes because, for the first time in years, she couldn't braid it herself. She'd injured herself while helping out some of the kids at the rec center she volunteers at, and ended up with a pinched nerve that made it damn near impossible to lift her shoulder. It had been fine the night before, but the ache had become borderline unbearable by the time she woke up.

You sat her down at your kitchen table, easing the brush through her soft tresses, being so soft and gentle with her that she almost cried out of gratitude. Abby swore she almost started purring when you ran your fingers through her hair, sectioning it and weaving together the three chunks of hair, taking care not to pull at them.

it's so sweet, and kind, and Abby swore she wasn't in love with you but now she's reconsidering everything she's ever known. Especially when you tell her to rest for the day, letting her stay in your apartment with your fluffy black ragdoll cat, Selby, while you work your shift at the bookstore.

She spends the day reading the copy of Small Things Like These she found on your shelf, drinking the sweet tea you left her. Selby trails her around the apartment as she takes in every detail of your living room. The patchwork quilt draped over the armchair in the corner, a half-read copy of Good Omens sitting on top of it. The mismatch dinnerware sitting in a collapsible drying rack on your kitchen counter. The handmade red scarf hanging in your entry way, the fuzzy animal slippers underneath it. It's all very sweet, very you, and Abby gets the feeling she could get used to this. This sitting, waiting for you, wanting you to have someone (her) to come home to.

I dont have more coherent thoughts but uhhhhh??? tentatively back?????

[homoroni]

°My Fav Period Comforts°

My Absolute Favourites - ♡

My Comfort Fics Masterlist

Harry Potter

You and Remus Lupin have synced cycles

Oh Deer! - Remus Lupin short

Just Hold Me... Please? - You're having bad period cramps and Sirius Black comforts you

A Gentleman - Y/n gets her period and Sirius Black shows off how much of a gentleman he is...which translates to him being a big ol' softie

Homebrew - James Potter wants to do something nice for the reader.

Warm Baths And Raspberry Teas - You are on your period, Sirius Black tries to help

Cramps - James Potter helps comfort y/n when she has bad cramps

Red And White Sheets - You and James Potter wake up to a fun surprise ♡

In Between - Theodore Nott cuddles you

Invisible String - When you're having cramps, your boyfriend, James Potter, doesn't even think of shying away from helping you in any way he can.

Our Brave Girl - Y/n has really bad cramps and her boys (Marauders) comfort her

His Sweet Girl - Reader is having a really bad period day and Oliver Wood comforts and takes care of her ♡

Your boyfriends (The Marauders) help you while your period

Just Want To Be With You - Theodore Nott takes care of you ♡

You get surprised while cuddling with Remus Lupin on his couch

Crimson Cuddles - Draco Malfoy's stressed once you don't show up to class ♡

Fred Weasley comforts you after a bad day

Heart Shaped Bruises - Theodore Nott

Poor Thing - you’re on your period, and Matthéo Riddle’s there to help you feel less awful ♡

All I Wanted Was You - James Potter

You're embarrassed about your period so you don't tell your boyfriends, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, but once they find out they do their best to comfort you

Embarrassment at Spinner’s End - Waking up with Severus Snape to a fun surprise

Haikyuu

Moon Cycle - Kozume Kenma arrives home and after realising you're on your period, he comforts you

Osamu Miya x Reader Period comfort

Pain is temporary - Suna Rintarou

BNHA

Period Cuddles - You manage to rope Bakugo Katsuki into cuddles to soothe your cramps

Warm Hands - Bakugo Katsuki is your personal heating pad

Auntie Flow - Clingy Todoroki Shoto ♡

Damn it. Period. - How Bakugo Katsuki would react to you being on your period

Marval

Peter Parker finds out you're on your period

What a Way to Wake Up - Periods, as natural as they are, suck and Peter Parker being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, only wants you to feel good, safe, and comfortable. You’re his number one priority ♡

Cramps -Loki's fiancé has always struggled with her endometriosis, the pain leading her every month to passing out, throwing up or sometimes even in hospital and he dreaded knowing there was nothing he could do, but he finds a way. ♡

Taking Care - Bucky takes care of you while you’re on your period

The Asgardian Way - You get your period at the most unfortunate time, on date night with Loki. ♡

Stranger Things

TLC - Reader has to cancel a date due to period sickness, but Steve Harrington’s happy to keep them company anyway

Steve Harrington takes care of you

Period Comfort - Steve Harrington

Harry Styles

Harry Soothes Your Period Cramps With His Large, Warm Hands - You accidentally wake Harry Styles up from his sleep when you place his hand on your tummy to help with your period cramps and he then helps comfort you in your time of discomfort.

While staying the night at your boyfriend Harry Styles's house, you get your period and then end up getting sick due to painful period cramps. ♡

The Period Incident - When you arrive back to Harry Styles's house from a date night, things start to get heated quickly but as he goes to pull your panties off, that's when he realizes you aren't wet from arousal but are wet from aunt flo

Period Cramps Are No Fun - You wake up in the middle of the night with severe period cramps and when your housemate and friend, Harry Styles, happens to wake up for a glass of water, he sees you on the bathroom floor crying and has no choice but to be by your side and comfort you

The Last Of Us

Periodically - Joel Miller helps you while you get your period at his

Blood Within Me - You have a bad period and Joel Miller comforts you

Heating Pad - Joel Miller helps you feel better while you're on your period

Other

Sleepy Afternoons - A lazy Sunday, the perfect start to a week on your period where you'll be constantly pestered by your dragon boyfriend

Peter Sutherland comforts you

Wild In The Fire - Jack Conroy

Period Comfort - Hobie Brown

Sapnap comforts you

Put That On My Love - Todd Anderson ♡

I’m Taking With The Notion - Ethan Hawke

Pains - Levi Ackerman takes care of you ♡

Period Pains - Kakashi Hatake

Personal Period Tracker - Nanami Kento, your boyfriend, is more observant than you thought

Embarrassed - There is nothing to be embarrassed about in front of your riduur, Din Djarin

Murder In The Morning - Your period came while sleeping over at Hobie Brown's

Period Comfort With Karma Akabane

Ants Are Going to Town in My Body - Your boyfriend, Shayne Topp, helps you through the roughest night of your period after getting a taste of cramps for himself.

Girl You’re Sweet Like - Neil Perry takes care of you ♡

Lover - Your husband, Count Vronsky, comforts you on your period.

Let You Go, Let You Fly - Luke Skywalker ♡

Worried Sick Stiles Stilinski

[sparkling-ariaria]

That time of the month... (BTS, HP, Stranger Things, TASM fics)

Stories to hopefully give you a bit of comfort when you're on your period.

Updated: 28.09.2024

HARRY POTTER

The Good, The Bad, & The Chocolate by jackie5656 - James Potter x gf!Reader

A Gentleman by robynlilyblack - Sirius Black x gf!Reader

Warm baths and raspberry teas by letterstotheflre - Sirius Black x gf!Reader

Cramps by robynlilyblack - James Potter x friend!Reader

Red and white sheets by padf00ts-l0ver - James Potter x gf!Reader

Our brave girl by - poly!Marauders x gf!Reader

His sweet girl by - Oliver Wood x gf!Reader

Rainy night by magicchai - Draco Malfoy x gf!Reader

Period and the full moon by theemporium - Remus x gf!Reader

The boys help when you're having period cramps by moonstruckme - poly!Marauders x gf!Reader

James massaging your sore breasts by ddejavvu

BTS

BTS Reacts: Their S/O has bad period pains by yoongisleftshoulder

BTS Headcanon - Buying you period products by namjooning-to-the-moon

Boyfriend Taehyung by eoieopda

STRANGER THINGS

TLC by queerpumpkinnn - Steve x Reader Reader has to cancel a date due to period sickness, but Steve’s happy to keep them company anyway.

You being in pain headcanon by forevermoreharrington - Steve x gf!Reader

That Time of the Month by forever-rogue - Steve x gf!Reader

Banished by joejoequinnquinn - Eddie x gf!Reader

Monthly Blues by cinemabean - Eddie x gf!Reader Eddie takes care of reader when she has period pains.

Eddie takes care of you by strangersmunsons

Beneath the Blankets by keerysfolklore - Steve x gf!Reader

The Amazing Spider-Man: Peter Parker

What a way to wake up by writings-of-a-hufflepuff - gf!Reader Periods, as natural as they are, suck and Peter being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, only wants you to feel good, safe, and comfortable. You’re his number one priority. 

Peter wants to personally avenge your uterus by moonstruckme - gf!Reader

[bobvelsebobsession]

opinions on tender lovin’ cannibal?

I never did a full thought thread on this but I’m glad you asked!

I played the demo when it release and honestly? I really did enjoy it! I’m not a big dating sim person, I don’t play many. I played Monster Prom years ago and that was roughly it.

I feel it has good pacing, character interactions are humorous. Each character has a very distinct personally that shines through with dialogue. The voice actors did absolutely wonderful in their roles. There’s lots of options for choices and getting on characters good sides seem very easy and straight forward.

The game does have some horror aspects which I scare easily so it’s not hard to make me uneasy. And with what parts do have that element it goes a good job with it since one was in a rather strange place.

Now the biggest thing I can talk about? The main focus of the game: Bob

I ADORE Bob in this game, he’s sweet and charming. Shows interest in you and seems willing to chat, perhaps it’s a facade or even genuine. We don’t know for sure, but even so he is very approachable! VoicesByCorey does a wonderful job as Bob and I’m so glad they convinced him to reprise his role for this.

I’m in the discord server for TLC and Corey so I get to keep up to date with things, I’m so excited for chapter 1 and future chapters! I’m happy the chapters will be a week long each and I hope the routes will provide a wide variety of endings. I hope we can share a kiss with the big man and have options for other dateable candidates in case Bob isn’t your cup of tea!

They mentioned they may do this so that’s good news, but Bob will be my first romance. I intend to do an extensive video for each chapter and all route options since this game has really grabbed my attention.

Some gripe though, the achievements don’t fully trigger and some dialogue for Bob is missing, I’m also not a huge fan of Y/N’s clothing. Mostly the hoop ear rings, I don’t wear any ear rings nor wear hats so it seems out of place. I hope maybe we can get options for this at least but I won’t hold my breath on it.

If anyone hasn’t played it and can, I suggest it! If you can’t but wanna see gameplay you can always check my YouTube: HerobrineSings for an extensive playthrough.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Can I get 141, Konig, Alejandro and Rudy comforting their crying s/o? I would really appreciate that <3

Of course I’ll do this for you :)

Ghost

At the beginning of the relationship he wouldn’t know what to do

He’d ask what the problem was and talk it out

He’d get you a drink and a snack if that is what made you feel better

He’ll hold you close and tell you ‘I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying forever’

Definitely feels a little sad for you cause he hates seeing you sad and crying

He’ll hold you when going to sleep and stroke your hair and stay like that till your both asleep

Soap

Feels so worried and bad for you he hates seeing you cry cause he knows you can be really happy

He holds you and rubs your back slowly and softly to calm you down

Ask if you want to talk about it and if you don’t he won’t ask again but will stay with you till you e calmed down

Grabs your favourite things like a toy or a comfort food and asks if you want to watch a movie

Let’s you have a lie in tomorrow and cuddled you and gives you loads of kisses to make you feel better

Definitely tried to make jokes or bring up funny memories to make you laugh

Gaz

Places his hand on the small part of your lower back and asks if you want to talk about it

Brings you to a private room if there is anyone else around. Most likely your room or his

Let’s you lie down on his as he moves your hair out of your face

Will let you cry it all out if you need to and he’ll comfort you the best he can

Offers you his clothes for comfort and then you both take a nap together and he holds you close to him so you can hear his heart beat

Asks if you are wanting to do anything to take it if your mind or want to do an activity you like

Price

Places your hand on his chest by his heart. Tells you to follow his breathing and feel his heart beat

Offers you a warm bath and if you end up taking that offer he comes back with one of his hoodies and your joggers or shorts

Keeps you by his side for the rest of night/day

Would offer to make your favourite tea/coffee/hot chocolate. Will buy or make your favourite snack and will surprise you with it

Gives you lovings all day/night. He’ll walk past and give you a kiss or hugs you before continuing with whatever he’s doing and then check up on you after he’s done his task

Let’s you stay the night at his room and makes sure the blankets have his scent as he knows his cologne comforts you

Alejandro

If someone had made you this upset just know this man is ready to go on a haunting spree (ghost would probs do this too and most likely help each other out as well)

Asks if you need or want anything to make you feel better and the answer is usually a cuddle or just him being there

Will hold you no matter where you are it could be in a middle of the doorway or it could be in the kitchen where he doesn’t care

All he cares about is comforting you and helping any needs you need help with and at this time it’s comforting and affection

Will sit you both on the couch and ask weather you want to talk about it or want to watch tv to distract yourself and he’ll do whatever makes you comfy

Will grab your favourite chocolate or sweets/candy and will compliment or tell you how amazing you are and if you’d ask why he’d say ‘because I don’t need a reason you are the reason your so amazing’ or he’d just say ‘my love, don’t ever think your not amazing your lying to yourself otherwise’

Rudy

Top tier TLC from this guy. He’s the best of the best when it comes to comforting and feel like he knows it too

Whenever your feeling down or upset he’ll grab quilts and pillow and he’ll set up the sofa and make a movie/show night as he knows that’s what you would like

Holds you like there’s no tomorrow and makes sure you are the comfiest you are. He’ll ask every so often as well to see if you’d like to move to make yourself more comfy

Although you start to feel better he hates that you were upset and not happy cause he loves seeing you smile and when your not it makes his heart break

That’s why he does his best at making you happy and you are proud to call him your s/o and he’s proud he’s able to make you happy

After you feel better he’ll still treat you like a queen. Whatever you want he’ll get, don’t you dare move. He’ll rub your back or massage you if you wanted man can turn into those professional massagers if it makes you happy

Have a good day/night!

Hope you enjoyed it! Ik it’s short and I apologise I’m having a bit of a writers block and especially with all my course work in school I’ve been busy. So I apologise for that. Remember request box is open so feel free whenever. Like I always say I won’t be able to do it immediately but I will get round to it don’t you worry. :)

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

I don't know if you've done this for Ewan's characters yet, but would you consider what their respective love languages are? Thank you!

Ooooh, fun. Okay!

Abraham - physical touch and quality time - Abraham really enjoys being around his partner, but he's also super possessive, so always has to be touching part of them. Whether that be a hand to the small of their back, an arm around their shoulders, or the brush of his lips against their temple as he passes, he will be touching them.

Aemond - physical touch and quality time - Aemond is a bit of a loner, but he doesn't mind that. When he gets close enough to someone to actually enjoy giving up his free time to be with them that's a bit deal for him. Similarly, physical touch - he's never been on the receiving end of TLC in a romantic capacity, so once he gets a taste he craves it.

Billy Taylor - giving gifts - just little things. A packet of sugar from a café that's a brand he knows his partner uses, a piece of fruit - his partner can consider him their own personal corvid, bringing them little trinkets and things that make him think of them throughout the day.

Billy Washington - acts of service - cups of tea, foot rubs when their feet are in his lap, lifts in his car when it's raining, even if they only need to go up the road. Billy likes to feel useful.

Ettore - physical touch - he's touch starved, so to have someone that doesn't mind him being in their personal space would drive him wild.

Genyen - words of affirmation - he's charming, superficial and a smooth talker. He doesn't always mean what he says, but it sounds pretty coming out of his mouth.

Osferth - acts of service and quality time - wants to do things for his partner. Will cook for them, look after them when they're unwell, and most importantly never leave their side. He always wants to be in the presence of the person he cares about.

Tom Bennett - physical touch and words of affirmation - Tom's a natural flirt, so he's inclined towards being able to touch his partner and sweet talk them. He's all about brushing their hair back from their face and placing a hand at their waist while he tells them they're all he's been able to think about all day.

[thelaughtercafe]

Fanning the Flames

Tea Type: Sweet Tea (Fluff)

Potential Triggers: Brief alcohol mention, that's it!

Pairing: Diluc/Venti (I read it platonic, but you can read it romantic if you like)

Length: 340

Summary: Venti steals something he shouldn't. Again.

“How many times have I told you not to let me catch you stealing my drinks!?”

Oops. Diluc looked livid. Venti smiled sheepishly even as he saluted and tried to bolt with the drink in hand. 

“Sorry, Pyro but I swear, I’ll pay you back when I perform tomorrow! Later!”

He didn’t get far; Diluc was faster than he thought and he went down rather hard on the wood as the barkeep tackled him and straddled his waist from behind, keeping him firmly pinned.

“Did Kaeya put you up to this? I swear I’m gonna-”

Diluc paused as Venti let out an odd sound as he put pressure on his side. His eyes narrowed and Venti panicked. 

“You can have your drink back! I’m sorry okay? Please just don’t-shihihihit!”

He squealed as Diluc abruptly dug into his ribs, taking the wine bottle and placing it safely away before shooting a smirk at the Anemo God. 

“Oh I’m taking my wine back regardless given it’s not yours. Honestly. Well, if you want to be childish so bad I suppose I’ll teach you in a way appropriate for your level. You. Shouldn’t. Steal. Things. That. Don’t. Belong. To. You!" 

Each emphasized word was a ticklish poke that made Venti squeal and writhe but he didn’t struggle too hard or push the man off him with wind like he could have and that fact was anything but lost on Diluc. 

"Okay I’m shahahahary!! I won’t do it again!”

“If you like this…it isn’t a very effective punishment I’m afraid.”

Venti went from pink to red and shook his head in mortification before hiding his face in his arms on the floor. 

“I-you don’t-that’s not-”

“…So I’m right? Hm. Cute.”

It was all the warning Venti got before rough tickles assaulted his hips and made him buck and burst out laughing. 

“Whahahahahay!?”

“Well, you did give it back. I suppose I can indulge you because you ultimately learned your lesson. Just don’t let me catch you again or I’ll make you cry next time.”

[oldfangirl81]

Today's writing tea and mug. I'm going to try working on a part of the 911/Danny Phantom or a DP x DC fic so this felt appropriate.

The tea is from TLC teas on Etsy and is called Kryptonite Green. It's a nice mix of black tea and mint with a hint of sweetness.

[tranquiltrico]

FARALEX - Ruff Day (Alex's POV)

(Originally posted on Twitter)

Alex's POV - there is a Farah POV in editing atm.

A oneshot about Alex's unwilling retirement and his struggles coping with the quiet.

Inspired heavily by the the MW II bundle of Alex and the tactical pet called Syd.

CW: loneliness, angst, implied PTSD, vague mention of sex, pet loss, ambiguous ending

It starts with fatigue. Alex notices himself slowing down not in the tender creak of his knee but instead in the deep set frown between Farah’s brows on each mission, the way she asks him to stay back more and more. The way the bags settle under her eyes, from her evident sleepless nights watching over his own restless form on their bed. 

The cigarettes shared across the fading sunlight dwindle more and more each evening. The quiet, celebratory meals of bread and stew by candlelight, stilling the uneven wooden table whenever the ground shook from distant warfare. The slow and steady looks exchanged whilst sipping hot coffee through bleary eyes in the morning. 

It all goes away. 

“You need to go home, Alex,” she breathes one night, her form hunkered down, unable to meet his eye. God, how he longs to be looked at - with joy, with love, with malice, anything to be looked at by her. 

“I am home-” he starts.

“No. You’re not. You’re a liability,” she bites coldly, stiff.

“Farah,” he murmurs, desperation and need and all the words unspoken bleeding into his voice.

“I’m sorry, Alex,” she whispers into the cold, still air. The dust motes surround them in all their cloying, suffocating glory. 

“Go home.”

The air conditioning on the plane feels cold. The tarnished and weather-worn railing of his new porch feels cold. He showers so hot it burns his skin, sits in front of his archaic fireplace each night, fills his near-empty stomach with scalding hot tea. Still, the cold persists. 

Until six months later. An old friend he served with pays him a visit one day in May, and brings with him a surprise.

“This is Syd,” Derek announces, giving the shepherd a firm rub behind the ears, “He’s in retirement, poor old boy’s got a bit of a limp from a stray bullet.”

“Always a shame for them, for dogs so dedicated to their job,” he notes back. The dull ache in his leg intensifies as if in sympathy to his four-legged acquaintance. Derek hums back, mind lost in the sweet tea in his free hand. 

“He’s looking for a home right now, you know?” Derek responds into the quiet air between them. From his space on the floor between them, Syd looks up dutifully, eyes meeting Alex’s own. He’s wordless for a moment, until-

“I’ve always thought that there’s this… silent wisdom in a dog’s eyes,” he mumbles, a small smile gracing his lips, “Like they… they know the edges of your soul or something, and they dig themselves a little hole in your chest for them to live in.”

Derek just laughs at that, immune to Alex’s wistful ruminations. And when Syd never leaves that day, panting softly from where he lies on the porch, it’s no surprise. 

What is a surprise though, is how deep Syd seems to be able to dig holes in the garden. Alex is almost tired of filling them back in, let alone the fact that he has to sit for twenty or so minutes at a time cleaning the dog’s paws and tummy. It’s a good excuse to give the garden a little bit of TLC though.

Still, the companionship helps to fill in the quiet, and the duvet starts to feel a little warmer each night with Syd lying at the base of the bed. He takes to hiking again, like he used to with his dad as a kid. The heavy pack on his back certainly doesn't do his leg any favours if all the tingling and aching is anything to go by, but Syd seems to have developed a sixth sense for it, and presses up into his side each time Alex slows down. 

There’s something so satisfying on those days, with the breeze over the hilltops as they breach through the clearing of trees and prop up against the rocks. He’s never been one for photos much, preferring to commit himself to memory, but a part of him wishes to have these times immortalised. 

He feels silly and childish for it, but he guesses there’s no one around to judge him for it when he starts trying to draw the mountains he visits with Syd. It’s hard when the details fail to come to his mind, hard to capture what he really sees. Once or twice he even considers opening up a Bob Ross tutorial, but he resists. 

Instead, he focuses his attention to drawing Syd; it feels like an easier start, less reliant on his straining memory. It’s almost like the pooch knows, because he takes to sitting and lying close by for prolonged periods of time, almost perfectly still as he stares up lovingly at Alex. 

Once or twice, under the warm lamp light (one that feels so reminiscent of the candle glow across a rickety wooden table) he tries to commit Farah’s face to memory. The sharp slope of her nose, the warm quality of her wide eyes, the thin smile she’d sometimes grace him with. It becomes harder and harder to remember with each passing day - harder and harder to believe she’s out there, fighting strong. 

He starts to mail her a few of his drawings, as shitty as they are with his shaky hands, only ever the ones of Syd though. He likes to send them with small notes; keeps it short and sweet because that’s how they always were together. 

I got an ex-military dog called Syd. He’s pretty sweet. You’d love the little mongrel. - Alex

Today Syd hit a new record - he dug his biggest hole yet. You might notice this drawing has a lot of mud on it as a result. - Alex

Syd hates storms because of the noise. But I have to admit, he looks cute hiding under the blanket like this. - Alex

She never answers, but there’s a subtle sense of peace and closure that comes in accepting this new reality of his. He wakes up each morning to a hot breath in his face and gives Syd his allocated cuddles for a few minutes. He gets up, attaches his prosthetic slowly and carefully whilst Syd fusses for his breakfast. Grabs them both some food, and prepares both of their painkillers (which they both have through a grimace). Spends the days reading, walking, gardening - anything menial to fill the day. 

Sometimes, he’ll get a chance to call or text Gaz; keeps up with his friend and how he’s doing out on duty. It’s nice to know that his life before isn’t totally lost, even if he’s had no contact from Farah and it’s driving him a little mad. 

It’s coming up to November when the darker times sink in. Alex has always worked to run from his nightmares - often, he’d stay up, running a gentle hand through Farah’s hair. When he couldn’t, he’d leave the small window in their room cracked wide open, if only to rush to it in his fatigued panic to feel the air on his skin. To feel alive. 

These days he’s not so sure what to do anymore - the nights here aren’t as cold even in winter, so the air doesn’t seem to feel so refreshing. Thankfully, when he wakes in his blind panic, he finds Syd pressing down firmly on his chest, lapping slowly at his skin as if the licks would ward off whatever demons sink their claws into his mind. 

Alex wakes up and his head pounds from sleeplessness, the groggy sensation of spending the whole night shaking off his cursed memories. And then comes a totally new and different wave of panic, because for the first time in months, Syd is gone and he’s alone again. 

He calls out for the dog softly, but there’s no movement or response, and his concern grows. He’s hasty in the way he attaches his leg, hobbles knob-kneed down his stairs and looks all around the house for his boy. His last port of call is the front door; he hopes desperately for the dog to be out there, digging one of his signature holes. 

“Syd, here boy!” he shouts out through the gap, peering over his empty lawn with bated breath. He’s almost knocked over with the weight of his relief when he hears a soft and familiar whimper to his left, and he slides out through the doorway, even if his leg protests against the frosty morning. 

He looks up and his heart stops. It’s like his whole heart has been dropped into the mouth of a lion, and he’s watching helplessly as the feline decides whether or not to tear it to pieces. 

“Farah?” he croaks out, hands shaking by his sides as he stares down at her (and Syd, splayed out in front of her.

“Alex,” she breathes, like she’s just as surprised to see him even though she must have planned for this to happen. 

“What are you doing here?” he chokes out. Syd must sense his nerves, because he’s straight up and resting his form firmly against Alex’s good leg. 

Farah holds up a small stack of folded papers, her stereotypical soft smile present. “I got your letters.”

“Oh,” is all he can offer, rather unintelligently.

“I can’t draw,” she murmurs, tilting her head a little, “So I thought I’d come and tell you instead.”

It’s always easy with her. Her self assured nature. The way she stumbles through the process of making her coffee in his kitchen, but does so without asking any questions. She fusses at Syd just as he’d envisioned her for all those months, reads him through her little notes and comments on each drawing and the conflicts she’s been facing. 

He knows he doesn’t have much time to share with her, or he might have shown her his favourite hiking trails. He knows she’d love the quiet over the hills, and the views, and the serenity. He settles for showing her the forests (which she promptly falls in love with) and all the private spots around town where he likes to draw Syd. 

He knows it’s coming but he hates that it has to. She holds his hand this time, when she speaks to him. Her eyes are warm, even as small as she looks like this, visibly upset.

“I’m sorry that I… sent you away like that,” she starts, frowning. “It was cruel but… you have to understand, Alex, you never found yourself,” she breathes out wistfully. And as she says it, the hollow in his soul recognises itself. 

“You can’t keep running from it. You have to be your own purpose some day.”

He nods even as the words wound him. He knows it, but it’s hard to admit. 

“You can’t come back,” he realises, is what she means. She nods solemnly, gripping firmly onto his hand. 

“You will always be the one, you know?” she asks, reaching over to cup his cheek in her small hand. 

“The one?” he replies.

“The one who taught me how to be happy again,” she smiles, but this time, it has a sad tinge to it that he’s only seen once or twice before. 

After a while, he whispers into the small space between them.

“Promise me one thing.” 

She hums her acknowledgement. 

“If there’s ever a chance, ever a day where you can look out that little window and feel like everything is going to be okay, “ he chokes out, “Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

She huffs a defeated laugh but her smile is more tender now. “Okay - I promise.”

They share one last sweet night - soft caresses over bruised and scarred skin, warm breath over tense muscles, soft hums against each other’s mouths. He can almost feel his heart break finally though, the next morning, when he has to hold Syd back by the collar and listen to his pitiful whimpers as he watches Farah’s disappearing form. It feels quieter that night, as he watches old sitcom reruns and shares some chicken with Syd. 

He gets used to it, eventually. This same monotony brings him comfort, slowly but surely. He keeps hiking and walking where he can, even if his leg strains more and more with the passing days. He even makes a few friends at his local bar, also ex-military. He learns to barbecue that summer, one skill his dad had never taught him in his youth. He watches Syd slow down, but even in his old age, the dog still loves to dig holes. 

Sometimes, he still sends Farah his drawings of Syd. They’re not so good these days; his hands are shakier and his back aches if he’s still for those long periods of time. The thought of her little smile when she sees the drawings is enough for him to continue, even if she never answers. 

When Syd passes, Alex sheds the first of his tears since he was just a young boy and his father fell ill. He buries the dog in his garden, in his favourite hole-digging spot, with his own dog tags draped over the stones there. 

Even with the pain in his hands and the blur in his mind, he commits himself to one more drawing. Sets across the page his thin, slightly shaky lines. Cuts across the white with soft, dark curves and planes. 

He goes to sleep that night with the drawing resting across his bedside table, so that when he wakes up, he might forever be greeted by that beautiful image of Farah, grinning as she sits beside Syd, scratching the dog’s tummy. 

He thinks this peace is all he’ll need for the rest of his days. 

He thinks it’s enough now that he’s not so hollow. And hell, if Farah ever comes back, maybe that would be paradise after all. He knows better than to think it into being. Instead, he’ll settle for his memories and his dreams. 

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Hi! Do you have any dnf parents fics?

its mostly single parents but here u go !

parents!dnf

— cinnamon and swirl by offday (mature | comp. | 83k)

Dream decides to tell his friends about his daughter right before they move in.

Part 1 of green tea ice cream

— i found you (hidden in plain sight) by navyhurricane (teen | comp. | 26k)

George is a daycare teacher, and what seems like a random activity with the local paramedics becomes something more when they click so easily, and George finds himself falling for an amazing father with an adorable daughter.

— anything you can do (i can do better) by Not4typicalwriter (gen | comp. | 11k)

In which Dream and George are each parent of two very wonderfully smart and mischievous daughters who happen to be friends. Oh, and of course, two daughters who are completely sick and done with their stupid rivalry that always gets in the way of their friendship. The plan? Get them together in time for Prom. Maybe then they'll stop being so annoying.

— late for pick up by effervescentlies (gen | comp. | 3k)

Dream has a silly little crush on the father of one of his students, and he just can't seem to act normal around him.

— anything (want you to have it) by squigly (teen | comp. | 14k)

Dream and George's kids get into fights a lot. This means, of course, that they have to see a lot of each other.

— carnival bass by urplace (teen | comp. | 10k)

It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid. Stupid enough to warrant a show on TLC: Child-hater George experiences his sweet boyfriend’s babysitting skills first-hand for the first time, and promptly experiences a chronic case of baby fever.

Part 1 of superfast

[bbbbeatle]

Expansion packs legacy

RULES!!

Aging: on

Lifespan: normal

No cheats

Starting money is 20,000

Mods are allowed only if they are for simple aesthetica and do not change gameplay (i.e., CC for hair makeup clothing, anything CAS clothing related)

Gen 1-

Horse ranch

Must be young adult, must live in chestnut ridge. Max horse training, handiness, must rescue a horse. And marry your ranch hand, but have a kid with an elder from chestnut ridge when the elder dies must marry ranch hand. Must complete the aspiration "championship rider." Must have rancher, horse lover, and loves outdoors traits. Have one kid. (No career)

Gen 2-

City living

Move out when a teenager. You grew up on the ranch and wanted to finally get out. You have to move into the needs tlc apartment in city living. Go out to every festival. Have the critic job. Must be unflirty, creative, self-assured. Complete city native aspiration. Marry someone you meet at a festival. Learn all recipes. Painting maxed, singing maxed, maxed career. Complete the snow globe collection and the poster collection. Have two kids.

Gen 3-

Get together

Move out when you're a young adult, ready for the world and looking into your future! You wanted to be in a calm area, but still a city. Your sim moves out into windenburg. You must have a small little garden in your backyard. You must have a little coffee/tea bar in your kitchen. Must go to a cafe once a week. Must find your future partner in the cafe. Must max gardening skills and writing skills, and finish the "bestselling author" aspiration. Must have insider trait, outgoing, and book worm. Must make money by writing and publishing books. Only one kid.

Gen 4-

Highschool years

Move out when a young adult. Must live in coperdale. You must marry your high school sweet heart and "mess around" in all three theme park rides while a teen and graduate early. Must complete one of the teen aspirations and then the friend of the world. Must have the romantic, socially awkward and hot-headed. Must max gaming, enterpernuer going the streamer career. (Max career) have one kid with your high school sweetheart and then another with someone from the bar by becoming woohoo partners. (While still married and being an adult) then get divorced from your main partner before turning into an elder.

Gen 5-

For Rent

You and your sims mom/dad had moved out with you after he found out your mom/dad had cheated. Moving to tomarang as tenants. You must have the "discerning dweller" aspiration and finish it. Must have the nosy trait, child of the village, and goofball trait. Must shop at the night market most nights, become a night owl. And have pot lucks every week with your neighbors. Must fall in love with a vendor at the night market. Must max mischief and charisma. Buy an apartment and rent it out as a landlord. Must have 3 kids. Get the tiger investigator badge, break into 10 houses, and snoop and leave incense and fruit for spirits every day.

Gen 6-

Get Famous

Move out when you are a young adult. You had a taste of fame in high school by joining the afterschool drama team. You have to live in del so valley and become a worldwide super star! You must have the self-absorbed trait, noncommittal, and jealous. Must have the "world famous celebrity" and finish it. When a young adult joins the actor career. Max charisma, and acting. Must marry a costar from a show you were in. And have only one kid with them but cheat on them multiple times with other scene partners. Do not pay attention to your kid very much. Never divorce your partner no matter what your relationship bar is.

Gen 7-

Cottage living

You are trying to get away from your mom/dad, who was a super star, moving to the countryside and going off grid. You must live in Henford on bagley. Must max gardening skill and cross stitching. Must have chickens, a cow, and a llama. Must marry the keeper and do as many chores for the towns, folk. Must buy everything from the market or grow it. And place in competition in each section. Must have 2 kids and stay loyal to your partner. Must have traits, loyal, lactose intolerant, and animal lover. Must have and finish country caretaker and make money of the crops and things you grow.

Gen 8-

Get to work

since this pack doesn't really have a world, you can either make a house in Magnolia promenade or you can live in any base game world you would like. You have to max the baking skill, logic skill, and gourmet cooking skill. Must have the detective career and get halfway through. Then quit it and join the culinary career. While shopping at the retail stores in Magnolia Promenade, you must find your first partner. Then later on you will break up and you will marry a cashier who works at a retail store. You will have 1 kid and throw parties every week and cook nice food for it. Must have foodie, practice makes perfect (if you dont have this trait, you may pick another of your choice), and hates kids' traits and the master cook asperation.

Gen 9-

Growing together

Your sim really just want to spend time together with their family, since their parents were always more focused on the people around them and their obsession with food. You want to have the best life for your kids. You must have 3 kids and you must live in San saqoia. When a sim is a child, pick any of the children aspirations from the pack. As a parent, you have to hang up every single thing your kid makes, gets. Must complete every holiday and throw birthdays every birthday. Have family gatherings every other week with your sims parents and any family that is alive. Be a stay at home parent while your partner goes to work. Must meet partner at the community center. Must have family oriented, good, and childish.

Gen 10-

Island living-

You grew up around the ocean! And the splash pads! You even grew to love bath time as a kid. It was like the tropical beaches were meant for you. To the reefs! Your sim as a young adult and to sulani must complete the sea shell collection and marry into a family in sulani. Must have both sulani traits and love the outdoors. Max the fishing skill and the fitness skill. Host beach parties, and go into the consereist career. Give your kids seashells as gifts! And own a fish. Complete beach life asperation. (Optional turn into mermaid)

Gen 11-

Snowy escape

You lived in hot water all your life, now it's time to travel into the mountains. Your sim has the proper, adventurous, and ambitious trait. Must have the mount komorabi sight seer asperation and must climb to the top of the mountain! Must max the rock climbing and the snowboarding or skiing skill. Must have mountain expeditions at least 3 times within your life span. must have at least 2 kids, and have hotpot a couple nights a week, go to every festival and visit the oneson bathhouse regularly, and maybe you'll find your partner there! Catch all different sprites, and visit the temple every week.

Gen 12

Eco lifestyle

Seeing how nice the world can be when it's clean and comfortable is beautiful to your sim. They want nothing more than to preserve the life in this world they love in. Sim must live in evergreen harbor in the industrial area. Must be a green friend, a freegan, and a loner. Must have a civil designer career and max it. Must max juice fizzing and fabrication. Have an asperation eco innovator and finish it. Must donate every time (or whoever takes her place if you have sim aging) calls. Has no limits on kids. Must marry a Townie from Evergreen Harbor. Turn Eco footprint to at least neutral. Only one kid.

Gen 13

Discover university

You grew up around tech and always love the idea of tech things. You always played on the computer as a kid and played games it was so fun! Watching your parents make things! Once a young adult, you go to college for computer science. Must max programming, robotics, and rocket science. Go into any career that supports your degree. Must go to foxbury and live in the dorms. Must date a roommate and later on marry them. Join the robotics team and build a servo. Deface the brightchester statue, leave an expensive offering, and the statue. Join the weird cult thing. Live in britechester must have academic asperation and finish it. Have practice makes perfect, bro, and geek. (If you dont have pmp, your choice). There is no limit on kids.

Gen 14

Cats and dogs

You just want to sit back and stay at home with all of your cats and dogs. Well... I guess we can now. Must move out when a young adult adopts 3 cats (two must be adopted stays off the street). become a veterinarian. Be a cat lover, lazy, and a music lover. Max piano and pertaining skill. Must have friend ofthe animals asperation. Marry a person with the lives dogs trait. Must live in brindleton Bay.

Gen 15

Lovestruck!!

Setting your parents' love for each other always set the mood for you it was always so nice to watch.. once a young adult moves out to ciudad enamorada on a penthouse lot. Must complete bother asperations and have the lovebug, romantic, and childish traits. Must find the rind for the bear. Must say yes to the wealthy weirdo every time, must say yes to the dating show when asked and finish it correctly. Must play polyamorous, find 3 partners, one off the dating app, on a blind date, and one from the nightclub.

[kandadiff]

Larger Than Life : Welcome home!

🗣 Welcome back everyone to Larger Than Life season 2. The tea is hot, the drama is hotter and according to Gigi's outfit the weather is hot outside. lets recap, Tori nearly bulldozed the styles brothers with her huge suitcase, Gigi made friends with new addition Dylan o brein and Red Velvet took 30 minutes to decide their rooms. Oh and the record for people asking Edward about Adi only lasted 10 minutes. lets keep watching...🗣

Annoyed, Edward rolled his eyes annoyed. "I'm going to find a room." He moved back towards his bags and Gigi threw up her hands happily.

"Im so happy this season we get our own rooms! I love my sister but I had to share a room with her last season and-" she made a face, laughing towards Dylan.

"Weren't you only here for three episodes?" Edward grumbled walking towards the elevator. She frowned at him and he smirked.

"The floors are separated by decades styles." Hoodie shouted after him.

"I" Gigi said turning the attention towards herself again. "chose the 1990s the best decade!"

"I'll make sure to avoid that." Edward said pressing the elevator button and smiling at Gigi as the doors closed. She huffed and moved towards the kitchen. "Party pooper, I am going to make welcome mimosas! Help me Dylan!" she grabbed his arm tugging him to the kitchen.

🗣Okay lets recount who's in the house now. BTS, Katya, Justin, the Jenner girls, Selena, Fifth Harmony, GOT7, one direction, Big Bang and most of sweet trauma.🗣

~

"this house is honestly incredible. megan markle who?" Cassie said walking into the kitchen after picking her room. She arrived with Nate, Maddy and Kat. Immediately she picked up on the more casualness of the first day and like Gigi changed into a cute bikini top and skirt. "I'm so excited to be here!" She squealed taking a mimosa from the table and taking a deep sip. She looked down at her drink and smiled wide. "This is good."

"Thanks, babes." Gigi smiled "Its my special recipe."

"Its just champagne and orange juice." Nate said drinking his own. "Nothing special."

"I add something different." Gigi sneered and Edward sucked in a breath. He thought he heard more people coming and left the privacy of his bedroom, imagine his disappointment when he saw it was just Cassie. He hated to admit he got excited when he saw Maddy hoping you be behind her but when he asked she told him you were driving her with someone else.

🗣 We miss her too Edward...lets see what our resident funny girl is doing now, shall we?🗣

The camera cuts to your car driving down a fairly empty road. The radio was booming loud in the California air from the downed convertible top. Kali and you were singing TLC waterfalls at the top of your lungs dancing in the car.

🗣Aww I wish I could join! 🎶don't go chasing waterfalls!🎶 They look like their almost here too Ed so don't worry...okay sorry lets see who is missing from our returning guests? Oh yeah, Kay!🗣

The camera cut to a truck - my truck gifted by Negan - that Robin was driving. Unlike your car, metallica was playing lowly from the radio and a cigarette dangled from his mouth, the wind whipping our hair around as we drive. The air in the car was tense and he raised the volume of the song loudly but I winced turning it back down. Robin was upset with me, Damien had told him about me being on something yesterday. I lied and said I was just drunk (I did have a hangover this morning) but when he went through my purse for my keys he found the powdered vial I took from him yesterday and after interrogating me I admitted I took some. He had given me an attitude the whole trip here and frequently raised the volume exacerbating my headache.

"you're so mean." I glared at him while peeling the wrapper off my breakfast sandwich. "You need to be nicer to your baby sister." He sideyed me but I rolled my eyes.

"Listen to your big brother then." He huffed. "I told you not to do it and you did it."

"Its not a big deal." I grumbled eyeing the map seeing we were 5 minutes away and he suddenly pressed on the breaks jolting me forward, nearly banging my head on the dashboard. I looked at him surprised and he laughed pressing on the gas. "Jackass."

"Dumbass." he retorted.

🗣Ahh sibling love in its purest form. Oh look! Adi's here! 🗣

You pulled up to the house, following where all the others cars were parked. You entered a huge underground garage and looked around for familiar cars and you spotted Ed's pickup truck automatically. You suck in a deep breath and park the car. Kali excited to see who's here this season, jumps out the car and grabs the bags. "Lets go bitch! I wanna see this new house!"

The new house was beautiful, huge like a castle. A large fountain sat in the center of the rounded driveway and the door looked like it was carved of stone. Kali pulled it open right away and as soon as she opened it you saw Edward. He has a beer in his hand and looked like he was headed down the hall when the door opening stopped him.

"Need help, mama?" He asked with a smirk