#Please don’t tag this as Body/facial horror.

[blazepandaartz]

I’ve got nothing to say anymore.

[drivinmeinsane]

{ Eyes Always Seeking }

3/3 ※ Officer K (BR 2049) x Sierra Six (The Gray Man) ※ { masterlist } ※ { ao3 }

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※ Summary: Unpleasantly, K feels the return of the drowning sensation he had felt earlier. It is almost as though someone had placed a mirror in front of him in a dream. The reflection is him, but distinctly not. ※ Rating: 18+ for explicit mature content. ※ Content/tags: Canon-typical violence, Descriptions of a Crime Scene, Eye Horror, Descriptions of Injury, Frottage, Handjobs, Implied Reoccurring Sexual Abuse by a Supervisor, Emotional Hurt, Identity Issues, References to Greek Mythology, Hand Holding, Slow burn ※ Word count: 6,202 ※ Status: Chapter 3 / Complete ※ Author's note: It's a bittersweet thing to come to the end of something that you have nourished for months behind the scenes. Please enjoy and thank you for reading. <3 ※ Song inspiration: Not Strong Enough - boygenius

K stiffly settles himself into the passenger seat of the spinner. He is as falsely relaxed as he is when seated on the stool inside the test room. He interlaces his fingers in his lap, strokes one thumb over the other in the attempt to soothe himself. It does little to ease his mind. Everything that he had mentally buried while in the precinct is welling up through the soil. One of these days, the water table is going to be too high. There will only be mud.

At his side, KS6-2.8 powers on the spinner. His right hand, the one with the five dots tattooed above the thumb, K dizzily notices, fusses with the built-in computer. He watches as Six pulls up the GPS and turns the screen to face in his direction. The officer stares at it blankly, not comprehending.

“Your address?” the other replicant prompts.

“Sorry, Sir,” slips out of his mouth as he reaches over to input the coordinates for the garage he uses for his own work-supplied spinner. The screen is warm.

“You don’t have to call me that. Would prefer if you didn’t, actually.”

Ah, K had forgotten himself. He had fallen into the habits of a beaten dog, prematurely submissive and reticent to avoid the harsh hands of his masters. Before he can apologize for the slip-up, his fellow Nexus does the impossible and touches him. It’s merely the light press of his fingers against the sleeve of his jacket, but his world narrows down to that connection point. Someone is willing to touch him, to offer him comfort.

The touch is gone as suddenly as it came, Six diverting his hand to adjust the monitor back to its usual position. If K were to pull his sleeve up, he is almost certain that he would find four small marks branded into his skin. The warmth of the officer at his side washes over his own body like a wave and he wants to lean into it. He abstains; instead, he settles for buckling his harness.

“I hate driving,” Six admits in the silence of the spinner as they take off, leaving the roof of the precinct behind.

K is so startled by a replicant expressing such a vehement preference that a startled laugh breaks through. It is one of the few expressions of mirth he has had since his incept date. He stifles it in the faux wool of his jacket collar, shoulders shaking as he gets himself under control. His kind aren’t made to have preferences and yet…

He risks a glance over at his assigned partner and catches a flash of his teeth in the glow of the dashboard lights. K finds that he doesn’t mind the other replicant finding amusement in his reaction. It doesn’t feel like mockery.

During the short journey, his eyes keep finding their way back to his fellow officer. It’s strange, being given the opportunity to observe his facial features as the spectator rather than the wearer. This is the first time that he has considered that he might be handsome, because Six is undeniably so. The ways that the other ‘9 are subtly different than him are only added allure. He longs to trace out the dissimilarities, to know them as intimately as he knows the feeling of his own face beneath his fingertips.

They land at the only parking garage for the block before K can reach out and do something he knows he should not. Both replicants exit the spinner, dignity still intact. Immediately, the cold slices through K and he pulls his collar up, fastening it against the arid wind. Six makes no similar adjustments. Perhaps his facial hair reduces some of the discomfort.

Leaving the structure behind, K leads the other officer through the streets. He’s never taken anyone home. Never wanted to before this.

The regular hecklers on the stairs fall silent when both of them walk through the door. Their eyes are wide as they watch the two replicants make the grueling climb to K’s floor. One skinner has split into two. Normalcy is found the moment they reach the hallway of level eighty. His direct neighbors have become so acclimated to him that their eyes pass over the two copies, unseeing.

Each of his neighbor’s doors is ajar. Organics mill around in and out of the open apartment units. Children get underfoot, barely avoid the legs of the adults. It would be comfortingly communal if he were not an outsider.

Predictably, the only closed door is his. It’s also the only door that has been tagged. Cutting across the metal, in crude, red letters reads; “FUCK OFF SKINJOB”.

Beside him, Six makes a low noise, almost a growl. It’s barely audible over the din of his fellow residents. K inexplicably feels a hook of embarrassment catch him in the ribs.

“I’m used to it.” He does not turn to look at the other replicant, choosing to focus his attention on getting them inside his apartment. Would he see judgment in Six’s eyes if he were to face him? “Doesn’t bother me as much anymore,” he adds.

Words are rising to the surface inside of him as they get closer to privacy, filling his lungs. If his chest were pushed on like a drowned body, he thinks they would stream from his mouth in choking torrents. It’s a dangerous thing.

The lock flashes a yellow light and releases upon reading his hand print. Six follows him into the apartment. His fellow Nexus crowds behind him in the narrow entryway, seemingly eager to be out of the hall. The door shuts behind them. K supposes that it’s now time to discover if his mirrored image will hold him under the ocean or draw him onto the shore. He won’t kid himself by thinking Six is his salvation.

In a habit forged from months of repetition, K moves to activate Joi. He hesitates with his finger hovering over the control panel. He lets his hand fall to his side. He doesn’t want anything to distract from Six’s presence here. K wants experience reality tonight, as close to something real as their kind can get.

“One moment,” he tells the other replicant.

K leaves him standing in the middle of the main room while he washes his hands in the sink. The grime and dried gore feels disgusting on his skin. He knows Six must be feeling the same considering he is soaked in decomposed body fluids, has been for hours while they’ve run around like a pair of hunting dogs. They might both wear the face of someone else, but they don’t need wear the insides of a stranger as well.

With his hands suitably clean, he looks through the built-in drawers by the Murphy bed. He pulls out clothes for the both of them to wear. K finds it strangely domestic, akin to a wife assisting her husband with his nightly routine. He and Joi have played that story out many times, roles swapped of course. He is always the doting husband in their pretending. It’s what is proper.

“The shower is through the kitchen. You wanna go first?” K asks, gesturing down the narrow kitchen corridor. They’ll have their soiled clothing cleaned in the small laundry unit after they’ve stripped out of it.

Six shrugs, “Alright. What do you want me to do with my clothes?”

“You can just set them aside. They can be cleaned with mine,” he responds, holding out a stack of folded clothing.

KS6-2.8 takes the offered bundle from his hands. Their fingers do not so much as brush. K swallows down a pang of disappointment at the lack of contact as the other replicant retreats through the clear flaps and into the bathroom.

From the other room, he hears the rustling of fabric followed by the sound of bare feet on tile before the unit speaks and activates for its five second long spray before abruptly shutting off. The drip of water, the roar of the body dryer, feet on tile, cloth gliding over a body… He’s shaken from it all by Six pushing his way through the barrier between the bathroom and the kitchen.

The replicant emerges from the kitchen, mostly dry. There are still lingering traces of moisture in his hair but not enough for water to bead on the ends.

K hadn’t anticipated the way he would feel upon seeing someone else dressed in his clothing. Something stirs inside him that he’s not felt so acutely before. Possession. Heat. The knife’s edge of desire. He tries to bury it with the other forbidden things he should be incapable of feeling, but it’s a living thing, refusing to be suffocated beneath the dirt. The officer tries to remind himself that he is a defective unit. He forces himself to recall that he was grown in a facility, born from a plastic bag like a product, and thus does not have the soul necessary for real emotions.

Of all these things, he reminds himself and still his eyes catch on the edge of a shirt sleeve. Wonderingly, he traces the line of the arm underneath it, leading himself to the swirling ink of more tattoos. He’s on the cusp of taking a step closer for a better look before he comes to his senses and closes his eyes against the temptation, chastising himself. He knows all too well what it’s like to be on the receiving end of unwanted attention. A friendly touch in a spinner does not equate reciprocated interest.

Before he can sink further into the sea of his own self deprecation, he skirts by the other replicant to take his own turn under the stinging spray of water. Once in the bathroom, he finds that Six has carefully folded his soiled clothing and left it on the bathroom shelf just like he would have. The fluid soaked jacket hangs from a peg on the wall. K shrugs his off and hangs it up. The two of them together looks right in a way he cannot account for. His clothes are methodically removed from his body and added to the existing stack.

Stripped bare, he’s left to contemplate the shower. His short nails dig into his palms as he stares at the empty space. The officer feels his breath catch in his chest as his pulse attempts to race without cause. Step by step, K approaches the plastic coated chamber. His bare toes touch the sloped edge.

Five seconds. He just has to endure five seconds.

Forcing his muscles to cooperate, he steps under the halo, a temporary angel crowned in steel. The drain cover digs into the bottoms of his feet without remorse. The sensation threatens to transport him to another time and place in his mind. He’s barely aware of the way his body is shivering and curling in on itself, seeking to make himself as small as possible to avoid punishment. K makes his hands unclench and he resignedly presses the button to activate the shower cycle. He can’t very well spend the rest of his days with pieces of drying gray matter strewn in his hair no matter how his subconscious feels about it.

“Ninety-nine point nine percent detoxified water,” the unit tells him. A brief pause follows.

A sudden gurgle and rattle of the pipes behind the wall is all the warning he gets before the stinging spray digs icy fingers into his flesh. Hot water from the tap is a commodity not provided to him. The LAPD sees no reason to waste the expense on their equipment. His already sore muscles lock up under the brief onslaught. Scenes of the cold room at the precinct strobe through his mind. Each time he thinks he’s coming up for air, he’s drawn back down again by another recollection, left unable to catch his breath.

He’s lost in himself when the dryer kicks on. Cold air against shivering, wet skin. He nearly slips on the floor in his haste to exit the shower, hardly waiting long enough for the unit to stop. Socks are the first thing he puts on. They’re a barrier between him and the past. He pulls on the rest of his clothing. Each garment is a layer of protection against unwanted sensations. He might not be exempt from unwanted stimulus like this, but he can at least pretend.

Still fighting tremors, he finds Six standing at the window looking out into the city street far below. The other replicant is angled slightly as to keep one eye on the entryway. At the sound of his approach, he turns to face him. Six’s cleaner appearance reveals that the cut on his face is still gaping and sluggishly bleeding. The older model had gotten in a luckier swipe with the metal piece than K had initially realized.

“Looks like you need glued,” he tells his fellow officer.

Six hums in response, acknowledging his words in a decidedly noncommittal manner.

As he retrieves the platelet jelly from the cabinet from the bathroom mirror, he realizes that he didn’t give Six permission to sit and that the replicant hadn’t taken the liberty of doing so. He wouldn’t have either. He hastens back to the main room to discover that his partner has moved away from the window to wait for him by the couch.

K waves a hand at him, a simple, outstretched flap of his wrist that Six silently obeys. The other ‘9 takes a seat on the cushions behind him and tilts his head back. K is rendered wordlessly stunned by the quiet display of vulnerability. Six’s throat is bared to him and he spreads his legs enough that he can settle into the apex between his knees. He shows no signs of taking the small tube from him.

Their eyes meet, blue against blue. Six raises an eyebrow. The other replicant is looking at him from below half open eyelids. He’s the picture of a relaxed predator, a dangerous creature willing to play lapdog. There’s a glimmer of the same forbidden want that K feels reflected back at him. He takes the unspoken invitation and takes the step forward that allows himself to be bracketed in by Six’s body.

The first touch of his fingers against his fellow replicant’s skin causes them both to swallow, throats working in tandem. Six’s lips part and K shudders in a way that has nothing to do with the lingering chill from his shower. His left hand rests in the space in front of the seated officer’s ear, pinkie finger hooked behind it, thumb on the corner of his lips. K’s keeping him steady while his right hand directs the platelet jelly into the open wound. With the added pressure of Six’s eyes on him, he’s overwhelmed by this much skin to skin contact.

“Maybe I should shave the goatee,” the replicant says, tracing the lower half of K’s face with his gaze alone.

K lowers the hand holding the tube down to his side. He can’t help but look at Six’s facial hair, lingering briefly on his lips before he returns to the injury. “Or maybe you should keep it.”

Shifting his left hand, he squeezes together the edges of the wound. It seals shut without protest, held together by the jelly. His touch lingers longer then necessary before falling away. He has never been able to care for someone like this. He’s never really felt the tangible warmth of skin under his fingers on his own terms, only the distant tingle of static. K wonders if he is experiencing the same satisfaction that Joi is programmed to feel when she plays housewife with him. It is the same feeling he had had when he fetched the clothing.

“Dinner?” he asks, throat feeling tight. He steps outside of the warm cradle of Six’s body. He picks up the twitch of the other replicant’s hand. As it had been at the precinct, it is a barely restrained gesture of contact seeking. It’s as though his fellow ‘9 wants to take hold of him. K wishes he would.

“I could eat,” Six responds.

The slowly blossoming bruising around the sealed injury looks like a lopsided blush. Would Six flush under the right circumstances? Would K?

“I’ll make something. Noodles alright?”

All the confirmation he gets is the silent incline of the other replicant’s head. It’s all he needs. He turns aside and crosses the kitchen threshold.

It’s strange, cooking for two. He always offers Joi a beverage, knowing that he’ll have to drink hers on her behalf, but he has not prepared a second meal before. It would be a waste to feed himself more than the bare minimum at the end of the day. Breakfast is a foreign concept. More likely than not, on the hard days, the extra meal would tear its way back up his esophagus and he’d empty his stomach contents onto the ground. The gnawing hunger keeps him more alert anyway. It makes him a better hunter, a meaner fighter.

In the other room, Six is quiet. It’s a stark contrast to Joi. The DiJi always prattles on, filling up the silence so he does not get lost in the sea of melancholy he seems to inhabit. To the credit of the Wallace corporation, she is everything he wants to hear and everything he wants to see. It’s easy to lose himself in the pretending, to forget they aren’t real. With Six, he’s having to process his thoughts to a greater extent than he is used to.

He empties prefabricated noodles he has heated up into two bowls before ripping open both packets of seasoning and dehydrated nematodes with his teeth. The foil never separates cleanly between his fingers. He sprinkles one packet each onto the identical servings. This is as good as it gets for him.

The ceramic bleeds heat into his hands as he exits the narrow, space shuttle-like corridor of a kitchen and enters the main room to place their dinner on the table in front of the window. Six trails after him when he passes. K could make out the stiff crack of a stressed joint when the other Nexus got to his feet.

“Thank you. Looks good,” Six praises. The compliment surprises him and he shyly ducks his head.

K is forced to take his usual seat in the purple chair facing the window as his assigned partner breezes by him to drag over one of the pieces of multipurpose cube furniture to use as a stool. He seats himself at K’s right. It seems as though he won’t put his back to a point of entry for a prolonged period.

Their bowls crowd together on the small table. Both officers eat in silence, focused only on getting the food down. It’s merely another chore before the day is done.

As soon as their forks are left unattended and the bowls drained of their contents, K stands up from the table. He gathers the dishes, waving at Six to say seated. He takes them to the kitchen to be washed.

“You want a drink?” K calls to his guest. Through the doorway, he can see that he has picked up the copy of Pale Fire that K leaves on the table jutting from the wall by the couch and is flipping through it. His eyes are scanning the text and there is a grave set to his lips.

“I wouldn’t turn one down,” he responds.

K takes down two glasses and fills them with whiskey from a slightly more expensive bottle that he keeps tucked away in a kitchen cabinet. It’s too nice to leave where Joshi might drink it if she makes an unexpected visit. He rejoins Six and sets the glasses down on the table with a muted clink. K nearly brushes against him when he edges by to the alcove by the window where he has stashed his cigarette box and the cheaper alcohol. Joshi doesn’t smoke.

Opening the lid, he deliberates. There are five cigarettes inside, he settles on only taking one. He puts it between his lips and ignites it with the lighter he keeps tucked away in the box. The officer inhales to help the flame catch, ignores the way his chest feels waterlogged. He drops the lighter back in the box before closing the lid and retaking his seat in the purple chair. It’s one of the only splashes of color in the room that is little more than a kennel.

Once seated, he offers the lit cigarette to Six. The other replicant takes it from him after carefully setting the book aside on the table. Their fingers brush during the transfer, sending embers racing up K’s nerves. His eyes catch upon the horse tattoo on Six’s forearm.

“There’s one of those in my memories, a wooden toy,” he remarks with a nod of his head to the inked skin.

Six’s eyebrows raise in reaction to the admission. He takes a thoughtful drag of the cigarette, savoring the luxury. Exhaling the smoke, he presents it back to K who takes it and slots his own lips where his partner’s had been. The filter is lightly damp.

“Really?” He doesn’t sound disbelieving, only curious. He’s intent on K, gaze unwavering.

“I hid it in a cold furnace from a group of other children at the orphanage who wanted it. They beat me for it, but I still didn’t give it up. I never dug it back out. It’s still buried there.” K muses. The smoke trailing from his mouth rises to the ceiling in lazy spirals.

Six leans further into the minimal space between them and taps him on the underbelly of his forearm, right where a bullet had once found a home in his flesh. The simple touch lights up his body almost as much as the gunshot had. He resists the urge to clamp his hand over the old injury. The mark is still there. No amount of genetic advancement could have healed his skin into smooth nothingness again.

“My core memory is I shot my father. Right in the eye. He was a real man’s man. Thought my brother and I should follow in his footsteps. It was fine when he was wailing on me, but he started going after my brother so hard I realized I’d have to make a choice. Decided my little brother deserved better,” he pauses for a moment. K can see him blink hard as if warning away moisture before continuing. “They took me away, of course. Put me “in a little box” for years to learn my lesson,” he finishes wryly.

A flicker of the older gen. model they fought earlier flashes to the forefront of K’s mind. Does Six see his implanted memory each time he fires his gun? Does… he shouldn’t ask but the words are coming out of his mouth. Something has been knocked loose in him.

“Do you think about it during your baseline? When they ask about cells.”

Six takes the cigarette from him with a considering noise. He places his mouth where K’s had been, sucks the smoke down, holds it in for several long seconds before letting it go. He doesn’t break eye contact. “Sometimes.” The smoke rolls out of his mouth. K can taste it on his own tongue. “Mostly think about pushing a rock up a hill,” he adds with a gesture at the Greek inked into his left arm. Sisyphus.

He passes the nearly spent cigarette back to K. There’s one drag left before it’s burned to nothing. Six is still watching him, eyes urging him to realize something. There’s a look on his face that reminds K of the way he knows he must look at Joi when he’s fully given himself over to the pretending. The other replicant is as defective as he is then. The realization hits him so hard that he has to look away.

“I think about Polyphemus. During.” He busies himself with cigarette.

“The Cyclops. Congratulations on your escape today, Nobody.” His voice is approving, a verbal caress. K can almost feel the hand on his skin. The tension within him eases.

Six understands the core of him, without question. K feels rendered newborn and trembling by that understanding, raw. For a wild moment, he can feel the curve of the other replicant’s body against his own, suspended in amniotic fluid. Can feel a wrinkled hand clasped around his. Outrageous. Impossible. Even organic twins are contained in separate placentas.

K snubs out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table. He will keep the remnants of it. Later, when Six has gone, he will tuck it into the box with the untouched ones. An open casket funeral every time he opens the lid.

It’s late. On any other evening, K would have long since been in bed by now. He would be staring at the projected form of Joi on the thin mattress beside him, wishing that she could hold him or he could hold her. Perhaps the touch would keep him afloat, a raft in the ocean. He thinks that it must be nice to have access to that sort of mutual affection. The most physical approval he gets is when Joshi pats him on the shoulder to indicate that she finished, good job K, and that he needs to get the hell off of her.

Six’s hand is resting on the table, carelessly left on the surface after passing the cigarette off to him for the final drag. It’s the one with the palm tree and the sun on the meat of his thumb, the one that matches the memory he neglected to tell the other replicant about. It’s a generic fable given to thousands of replicants made too personal to share. Perhaps Six has his own “stay away from water, kid” implant and that was the causation of the tattoo. He won’t ask. Not tonight. Probably not ever.

K places his right hand on the table beside his guest’s. He can feel the warmth of his fellow Nexus sink into his own skin. He swallows, pulse jumping. The hand not on the table clenches around his thigh. His nails dig into the outer seam of his pants.

“What was your most shameful moment? ” the baseline mocks at him in his mind. He can’t do it. He can’t bridge the gap. He can’t-

He doesn’t have to. Six does it for him because he reads him without words. His mirror image is probably is the only one who can do so, the only one able to peer through the open window of his eyes and make sense of what he sees.K struggles to breath, a shamed dog with his nose held against the carpet for so long he has forgotten what an unobstructed airway feels like. A rasping breath crawls from his lungs as the other replicant brushes his pinkie along K’s. It’s a restrained gesture. Exploratory.

The other officer coaxes his hand over and K flips it willingly, nearly rattling out of his chair from the sensation of bare skin against his own. His knuckles dig into the unyielding laminate surface. He lets out a shuddery, choked off gasp at the sudden weight of another hand draped over his. His own fingers trace a circle into the underside of Six’s wrist. The skin there is soft against his gun-calloused digits.

They sit like that for a long while. Six’s eyes never leave K’s face and for his part, K cannot look away from their joined hands. There’s so many things he wants to ask him, but they do not have the time. They have less than four hours until Lieutenant Joshi expects them back at the precinct.

“We should get ready for the morning,” K says with no small amount of reluctance.

He wishes he were less obedient. He could choose to interpret his madam’s words as a suggestion. Her “needing” did not constitute a direct order, but the fallout of their contrary actions could include their retirement. He cannot, will not, risk Six in that way.

Six’s fingers grip tighter over the sprawl of his hand at the words, but he nods, relenting. K mourns the loss acutely when his fellow officer pulls his hand away and sits upright. There is still a lingering expression of tenderness on the other replicant’s face. Already, K feels like grieving in the knowledge that it will be gone by the time they report to Joshi.

They both rise. The furniture serving as a makeshift seat is restored to its usual place. In the bathroom, they elbow into each other casually in their proximity, as domestic partners might, while they empty the pockets of their dirty jackets and pants before dumping them into the laundry unit for cleaning.

“Lift that off the ‘8?” Six asks as K pulls out the still sodden lump of cloth from the inner pocket he had stashed it in hours earlier.

“Yes,” he says, shaking out the scarf and dropping it into the unit. “I wanted to remember him.”

Six wordlessly brushes his palm over the curve of K’s shoulder. There is no need to say anything more. Every replicant knows the fate of their kind.

K pours the detergent into the laundry unit once everything is securely deposited inside. Their clothing will be washed and dried before they must rise and get ready for the long day ahead, such is the beauty of the combination unit. It’s hard to believe there was ever a time when there were only separate washers and dryers.

Neither of them make a bid for the couch once their loose ends are tided away. When K folds down the bed, they both fit themselves onto the narrow mattress. The desire to be close, to be interlinked, far exceeds the need for physical comfort.

The light pouring in the window from the city beyond it is bright. Neon advertisement send colors cascading through the dull room. K had never bothered to get blinds. Joi looks more real in the haze of unnatural light. Solid. Tangible.

K and Six lay together, pressed in closely in the small space. Face to face. Their knees touch. They share one pillow. Their breath intermingles, recycled. The orange glow of Six’s pupils in the dark draws him in. He’s not sure who moves first, but they press together, forehead to forehead. A pause, a savoring of the contact before Six places his hand on K’s cheek. He slides it along his skin, over his cheekbone, over his ear, before it settles in to cradle the back of his head. The tips of Six’s fingers scratch lightly through the short hair at the nape of his neck.

Desperate to touch the other replicant in return, K finds the hem of Six’s borrowed shirt and works his hand under the worn material. He feels scars under his investigatory touch. He realizes with a jolt that his assigned partner had been gutted. It must have been a truly terrible injury for the replicant’s genetically engineered advantages to heal it so sloppily. He surely would have died had he been any less resilient. He lets his hand go flat against the other officer’s side, lets it cling there.

Six breaks off the forehead contact and skims his nose down the side of K’s face to the crook of his neck. He gasps as he feels him press his face into the space between his shoulder and jaw. His facial hair rasps over K’s skin. Six shifts so that he’s hovering on one elbow over him, poised on the edge of something. In response to the movement, K ducks his head. His mouth barely brushes Six’s hair, but it’s enough to draw the other officer up so that they’re face to face again. There’s a question reflected back at him in the orange glow of those eyes.

As one, like waves cresting the shore, they lean into each other to make contact again. This time in a kiss. Wet presses of their mouth have both K and Six fumbling to find purchase on bare skin. K wants this, wants this more than he’s wanted nearly anything else. They’re mirrors of each other. Splintered from the source. They are cast away shards clinging together without glue. Only the stubborn determination of pressure is binding them.

K’s wandering hands traverse the body that feels so much like his own. It feels natural, right. It is as if he’s returning to a home he’s never known. His fingers skate down Six’s warm abdomen, dipping briefly into his navel. They might not have been of woman born, but they do have this.

“This alright?” Six groans more than says against K’s mouth.

In answer, he takes the other replicant by the wrist and guides his touch to the arc of his hip, where his rucked up shirt has left the strip of skin exposed. He trusts Six not to hurt him. The other replicant hasn’t been like anyone at the precinct.

Satisfied that they are of one mind, Six carefully divests him of his shirt. In return, K hooks his hand in the waistband of the other replicant’s pants, and they work together to relieve themselves from the rest of their clothing. They’re soon bare, artificially grown skin to artificially grown skin. Both ‘9s are pressed so close it’s as though their cells want to make up one organism. A homing instinct. They’re blurring at the edges, bleeding into one being.

K moves to contort himself so that he may get his face between Six’s legs, falling back on what he’s been used for in the past. His descent gets halted by a firm hand on his chest.

“I want this to be equal. Stay up here with me, please,” Six requests, letting up the pressure, turning the touch gentle when his thumb rubs soothingly against K’s sternum.

“Okay,” he says. His heart is in his throat.

He presses himself back against the other replicant, enjoying the slide of Six’s palm over his back upon resuming his position. He feels himself growing erect, his cock pressed against that of the officer tucked into bed with him.

Six’s hand travels lower, settles on the meat of his buttock, squeezes. He rocks his hips against K’s own. Spurred on by the guiding touch and the novel friction, K copies the motion. Together, they grow hard and leaking, smearing precum over each other as they chase release.

K has a leg hooked over Six’s thigh when the ‘9 works his way between their tightly pressed bodies and takes them both in hand. He whines against the sensation of those rough fingertips pinning him against the other dripping length. Needing to feel their joining for himself, he interlaces his own calloused hand with Six’s, slots his fingers in between his. Their thumbs rest on top of each other.

As one, they stroke themselves, wrists flexing, straining with the awkward angle. He didn’t know these acts could be intimate like this. He feels wanted as himself. They’re two sides of the same coin. In this moment, they form a whole.

Their noses are tucked next to each other. Six’s goatee is rough against his chin, leaving a pleasant burn on his flesh. K pants into the other replicant’s mouth, he’s close. He is overcome by the unfamiliar sensation, relying on Six to be a steadying force. They make sloppy contact with the occasional press of mouths. It’s not perfect. It’s better than that; it’s real.

Speeding up, precum slicking the way, Six picks up where K falters. His hand is guided by his mirror image. Their cocks twitch and with a jerk of K’s hips, they’re both cumming. Spurts of glowing fluid coats their overlapped hands, spills over their knuckles. The pale blue glow of it is another reminder that their genetic code has been tampered with. Tyrell had to find another way to mark the “andys” different in intercourse. The Wallace corporation simply carried the idea forward with the new generation.

Out of breath, both replicants slowly separate. There’s something mournful in Six’s eyes. K is sure that he carries the same grieving in his own. He leans over to pick up his discarded shirt from the floor. With all the care he can muster, he wipes them down, clearing away the evidence of their inadequacy at being emotionless tools.

They will rise in less than a handful of hours to do their jobs. They were both bred to be good, loyal dogs. Six would push his boulder up the hill only for it to come tumbling back down, and K would go back to being nobody in order to outwit the Cyclops. There is no fighting fate. It is already woven.

Neither of them get redressed. They press back to back, skin tacky, breathing as one. K thinks if he is to be retired today; this moment, this intimacy is worth the failure to meet baseline.

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[xeymol]

Woah new pinned post jumpscare.

Hello I’m pie, you can call me whatever you want tbh. pie, xey, xeymol, weird void cup, whatever as long as it’s not mean i don’t care lmao

(Used to be known as SoggyMuppet)

Some important information about me:

- i am EXTREMELY nervous and shy so I apologize if I tend to be awkward with any interactions with anyone

- I may be shy but I don’t mind getting asks, I actually kinda love getting them wither it be answering actual questions or getting doodle requests

- I absolutely love and adore making gifts for people especially if I consider them a friend so gifts for others should be a fairly common sight

- I tend to go for long periods of time without posting, it’s not because I feel I need a break or because I have artblock (may possibly be the case at some point actually) but it happens because I just have a genuinely hard time getting my ideas on paper

- if you ever want to send an ask but your Nervous or I seem scary please know I’m quite harmless and I don’t mind getting asks, it may take me awhile to respond but do know It’s nothing against you and I either just haven’t checked my notifications yet or I’m just taking awhile to type my answer (possibly also drawing something to go with it)

- I am extremely apologetic so I apologize if that gets annoying, I’m just a strong overthinker and I get overwhelmed by it easily which leads to me apologizing a lot for very small thingys

- unreasonably anxious and overly sensitive, if your going to be rude to me please at least be straight up, I can’t tell if or when someone is being jokingly mean and that causes me to overthink and become stressed

- I am very forgetful, some things leave my head instantly so I need to be reminded of things multiple times

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Random Info:

- my persona is some sort of Eldritch creature made of void with a cup for their head, their name is granola

- I absolutely ADORE birds, I can’t draw them for shit but I love seeing pictures of them

- I am not funny. my humor is absolutely horrible, I try to stay family friendly on here but an adult joke might slip sometimes, though I do cuss a lot so I guess I’m not very family friendly💀

- I genuinely do not make sense half the time and when I do it’s either weird or concerning, I’ll say shit like “holy shit Freddy fazbear in portal 2 real not clickbait?!?!?!?!“ or “will skin you alive then boogie on your corpse” and other strange shit, I have something wrong with me✨

- I have horrible grammar and spelling, autocorrect loves to fuck me over so I’m sorry if a sentence ever comes out wrong on accident

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My main interests right now are:

- space

- horror/body horror

- making strange critters

- a few of my personal projects

- don’t starve/don’t starve together

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I usually make fanart for whatever fandom I’m in at the moment but there’s a rare chance I may share if stuff and or original story’s I’m working on, most of what I post is doodles but there is a rare case of fully rendered art. I might post kinda gorey or body horror and genuinely just spooky art one day and if I do I’ll definitely put a warning and try my best to tag it properly, I enjoy making sorta cutesy silly shitposts most the time and I tend to get sorta extreme with my facial expressions lol. I’ve been drawing for technically all my life really, I’m not the best but I’m very devoted to art and designing characters and story’s, my art tends to have heavy shading and overall a sort of dark atmosphere and that’s just due to my immense love for horror and spooky vibes

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Anyways that’s all I have for now, I’ll add to this if I ever have anything more I feel I should add

Goodbye for now, hope you have a lovely day/evening/night💕

___________________________________________________________________________________________________Commission status: currently open🔥

[hysterotic]

𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞 | 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 | 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐧 ☼ | 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ☾ | 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ↑ | 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.

♡ : tokyo revengers (baji cultist), attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen.

writing do’s : horror themes and everything that comes with it (slasher themes, murder, gore, dark content) weapon play, kidnapping, drugs & etc. if you’re sensitive about those topics please leave or block my dark content tag

writing don’ts : male!readers, ageplay, pedophilia, pet play or hybrids (or anything involving wearing a tail, cat ears, the nickname kitten & puppy), pegging, urine or feces, incest of any kind, feet, anal, ddlg.

i don’t write specific reader descriptions, aka i don’t mention specific facial features, only feminine bodied with she/her pronouns, i don’t specify size, skin color or hair type because it’s not necessary to mention, it’s also for everyone to be able to insert themselves in my writing.

most of my readers are alternative of any kind, i don’t write basic bitches!

i take my writing inspo/plot ideas from 2000s movies i love / video games i’m into, each and every fic has parts of me in it (i’m intimate like that lol) so i don’t take full credit for that unless said so.

once again as i have said multiple times everywhere in my blog, i write dark content, if you’re uncomfortable with that please leave or block the tag ( ☠︎︎. she’s a horror ) to only view my normal-ish content

[vvh0adie]

vvh0adie’s BTS request

These are the conditions and lists of readers and situations I’ll write. End of discussion. Don’t ask for nun else. You will be blocked. This list is subject to change.

Certain kinks aren’t reflective of my own morals.

Only BTS on this blog. Other groups: @kimchicollardgreens

Read faq/dni for banned prompts.

Request: OPEN { ♰ } | Commission: CLOSED { ♰ }

You have questions/need further elaboration on what’s below, send an ask.

General

*Honestly my Wips Catalogue is great reference*

Genres? | smut, suggestive, fluff, angst, combo

Aus? | Probably anything but I’m not too sure myself, so send an ask -on anon, if you want- to gauge whether or not I’d be interested in writing for it. I’ll make a tag that archives, so you can reference it.

Personally Liked Aus? | hybrid, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, sci-fi, horror, supernatural, vampire, werewolf, college, time periods.

Demographics? | I do write the typical straight, cis, conventional couple, but I mainly focus on whats below. Please keep in mind that there are certain experiences I’ll never have or are not educated enough on, so I’d appreciate if you followed below. Members and Reader can be:

Neurodivergent

— Autistic

— ADHD

Sexuality

— Bisexual

— Demisexual

— Sapphic

— Achillean

— Straight

Gender

— Cis Female

— Trans/Nonbinary

Body Positive

— Plus-sized/Chubby

— will not be specified unless stated

Tumblr Requests

Pairing? | mem x mem , mem x reader

Demographic? | Almost always African American-coded Y/N. Since these are free request, I take control of racial implications* to serve this blogs purpose. Black comes in many shades, hair textures, and facial features, so I won’t write distinctly; just cultural familiarities. But you can still request what’s in General.

*note 1: I may not always imply race either. It depends how I’m feeling.

Situations

Levels of harm/explicit behavior

*each following level includes every thing before it

No explicit actions of sui*ide/c*tting/substance ab*se, just mentions

Mild punch, kick, slap, etc.

Not done to/no death of reader/member

No explicit death unless already ghost/human turned demon, vampire, etc

Depression: 1

Anxiety: 1

Body Dysmorphia: 1

Violence: 2

Gore: 3

Cheating

Pregnancy

Family

Omegaverse

Supernatural/Horror: 4

note: If you’re still confused, please don’t feel scared to send me a private DM cuz honestly you’ll be helping me make this list better.

Commissions

*This is tailor made, I mean it. You ask, and I’m more willing to deliver.*

Pairings? | mem x mem, mem x reader, mem x my OCs

Demographic? | Since it’s paid you can specify reader to your hearts content regardless of race, ethnicity, sexuality and gender.

OCs? | Yes, if you enjoy a couple and would like to see more of them in your own scenarios, then you’re free to ask. I do ask that you try to keep it in the sphere of their alternate universes cuz honestly they’d just be different characters at that point.

Situations? | You can follow the one for free request or we can get wicked. All cards are on the table. Send me an private DM and we can discuss how crazy we can get. But I still have limits, but for money I’m willing to write much darker. Note: Depending on the severity, they prolly won’t make it to tumblr but on buymecoffee. Or who knows you may be the only person to every read it? If posted on either platform, you will remain anon just like free request.

Acts

somnophilia

breath play

gun play

blood/cum/lactation kink

praise kink

vouyersim

knife play

fear kink

heat/wax play

needle play

electric/violet wand play

BDSM

degradation kink

con noncon

dub con

double penetration

body worship

size kink

group (4+) sex

mmf/ffm/mmm

anal sex/play

nipple play

period sex/care

aftercare

dacryphilia

impact play

pain kink

exhibitionism

breeding kink

pregnancy kink

corruption kink

daddy kink

mommy kink

monster/hybrid kink

legal age gap kink

[cosmictapestry]

five things you’ll find in my fics

i twas tagged by @mari-wrongway to attempt self-reflection and possibly die in the process

mental illness, specifically mental illness Associated With Trauma, specifically trauma Associated With Superpowers. i love this i think it is fascinating it is Fun for me and also it makes me very sad. i think the horror and the love and the compassion and the terror should all coalesce to make you go Ouch. i think the thing that makes you different/important/Special is more often than not a curse and that it’s fun to explore that. can i please get some cheers from the Insane girlies

kind of sharp, snappy language? i don’t like to slow down the narrative too much even with more verbose characters like lucienne. i get antsy about this actually if i’m reading through and Individual Words are fucking with the pace y’know. for erotica i try to let the prose get really disjointed like, it’s just base sensory input, the heat of the moment stealing all the finesse from the narration. i also use some pretty blunt, perhaps uncharacteristic language, but that’s because it’s what’s Sexy, okay.

i focus a lot on body language, especially stuff with hands and facial expressions and posture. when i write i’m, like, watching the scene in my head? and i guess that’s what i pay most attention to in conversations. if you notice me using the same fucking adjectives every two seconds no you don’t. i can get away with that in porn though there’s only so many sexy words. also i’m just…… not good at writing Things Happening and i don’t especially care to write Things Happening because Things Happen plenty in the source material i just want everybody to sit down and Talk about the Things That Have Happened. now that i say this though a whole bunch of shit happened in “i want to be well” huh? i am an unreliable narrator

dialogue is The Most Important Part to me. i THINK but i’m not CERTAIN that i have a bad habit of making characters talk like me? sometimes? in cadence and in word choice and in humor. i think. but also i’m just simply trying to make characters talk and act Like Real People and i am ostensibly a real person so. matthew’s dialogue in particular is so easy for me to write because i just decided to let him sound like me irl. based of me if i do say so myself. also i KNOW people get on me about making dream too open/nice/agreeable but i stand by literally everything i’ve ever had him say.

relationships that are very old and very deep and that are fundamental aspects of characters’ identities. i really don’t like... care, especially, about meet-cutes or whatever. i care about when two people are so Part Of Each Other that severing them is severing a major artery like <3 lol <3 and obviously this goes for familial relationships romantic relationships fraternal relationships i really don’t care as long as it’s Interesting. this is what was SO fucking funny to me about “i want to be well” because i do not care about klave. so it’s listed as a klave fic with like the least klave focus imaginable. anyway. i love love i love empathy i love Understanding and Accepting and i love when it can lead to healing and i also love when it can’t :)

@aboxthecolourofheartache @the-everqueen @pratchettfan87 @ anyone else i interact with who i can’t remember if you write or not i’m so sorry,,, you guys want to do this sooooooo bad

[inclusive-picrew-hub]

Welcome to the Inclusive Picrew Hub!

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Introduction

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This blog aims to be a one-stop shop for Picrews that include [emphasis] everyone [end emphasis], not just skinny, conventionally attractive, white/light-skinned feminine folks. This blog also strives to be as accessible as possible, and so will be using plain text transcriptions and image/video/audio descriptions in all posts.

This blog is run by one person, Archie (they/them only). I am, myself, skinny and white, as well as a first-worlder, but also queer and multiply disabled. If I make a mistake or overlook something over the course of running this blog, please let me know via an ask. No mistakes will be made with malicious intent, and all mistakes are my own.

Blog navigation

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All Picrews will be tagged with #picrew and #inclusive picrews.

All submissions will be tagged with #submission.

All asks will be tagged with #ask and the asker’s username.

All reference posts will be tagged with #reference (hyperlinks will also be added to the end of this post for ease of navigation).

Any common triggers will be added to the best of my ability. Please send an ask if you have a trigger you’d like to avoid*, and all relevant posts will be updated.

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Ask and submission guidelines

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Asks should be used for questions, comments, or concerns. Inflammatory, spam, or abusive asks will be deleted immediately. If you suspect your ask was deleted by mistake, please re-send it to let me know. Asks may take one to two weeks to be answered.

Submissions should [emphasis] only [end emphasis] be used for new Picrew recommendations. Inflammatory, spam, or abusive submissions will be deleted immediately, as well as submissions that don’t follow the template or are not inclusive to this blog’s standards. Submissions will take at least two weeks to be posted.

If you don’t have the time or energy to describe any media in your submission, add a tag saying as much and I (Archie) will add descriptions. Do not expect me to describe every submission. Submissions without a tag explaining the lack of descriptions will be deleted. Submissions using anything other than plain text (font colors, special fonts, formatting, etc) will be deleted.

Submission template:

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Title of Picrew, creator’s username

[Link to picrew]

Sample image

[Image description]

Content and trigger warnings

A note about submission tags:

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Submissions have a handful of required tags which will appear first in the suggested tags (#picrew, #inclusive picrews, #submission). Submissions missing these three tags will be deleted. Additional tags are up to the submitter (#mobility aids, #fantasy elements, #body horror*, etc). Submissions with inflammatory, spam, or abusive tags will be deleted.

*Do not tag disabled features, scars of any kind, or similar features as body horror.

All submitted Picrews must have, at minimum:

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More than 4 skin tone options, at least half of which must be medium or dark-skinned,

More than 1 body type option, at least one of which must be visibly chubby or fat,

More than 2 nose shape options, at least half of which must be large or hooked,

More than 1 lip size option, at least half of which must be full/thick, [emphasis] all [end emphasis] of which have more expressions than “neutral”/“frowning”,

At least one shade each of blue, green, and brown eyes,

At least one texture each of straight, wavy, curly, and kinky hair, each of which must have at least one short, medium, long, and styled option,

At least one style and color each of glasses, hearing aids, and wheelchairs (more disability aids are always better),

At least 4 different positions and sizes each for body and facial scarring,

At least 2 different options each for vitiligo spots, moles, and freckles,

At least 4 different options for hair coverings, including (but not limited to) bonnets, hijabs, niqabs, scarves, durags, and turbans.

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How to draw fat bodies -> x, x

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[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! April 22 - April 28, 2024

This week's newest stories and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

Burning Gold - by AppleBeryll; WIP, 3/?, 5.3k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray, Gray/Mary the Librarian | Marie, Claire the Farmer/Rick, Karen/Rick, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran/Cliff, Kai/Popuri; Characters: Kai, Claire, Cliff, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Doug | Dudley, Rick, Popuri, Saibara, Karen, Mineral Town Residents, Gray Additional Tags: Slow Burn Summary: Claire seeks a new life, will mineral town be what she's hoping for?

just relax - by dolorosamina; Complete, 1/1, 9.9k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con; Category: F/M Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationships: Rock/Reader, Pony | Aya | Jill/Rock; Characters: Rock, Female Farmer, Pony | Aya | Jill Additional Tags: **NOTE: Some tags have been removed to remain Safe for Tumblr. Please see complete list on AO3** Angst and Fluff and Smut, Body Worship, Breeding, Creepy Fluff, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Drugged Sex, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Exhibitionism, Extremely Dubious Consent, Facials, Feral Behavior, Forced Pregnancy, Mating Press, Non-Consensual Touching, Obsessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Oral Fixation, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Reader-Insert, Bad Decisions, Teasing, Touch-Starved, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Unsafe Sex, Yandere, Biting, Dubious Morality, Hallucinogens, Aphrodisiacs, Coercion, Crying During Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dirty Talk, Hair-pulling, Humiliation, Maledom, Manipulation, Marking, Mind Break, Non-Consensual Groping, Possessive Behavior, Pregnancy Kink, Scratching, Verbal Humiliation, Violence, Withdrawn Consent, Reader Being Somehow Dumber Than Rock, Rock Being Just a Little Bit All Over The Place, Rock fans don't look, Psychological Horror, Mind/Mood Altering Substances, Slow Build, (More Like Slow Boiling a Frog in a Pot) Summary: “Thought I’d, eh… teach you a few lessons on how to relax. Don’t mean to brag, but I’m kiiiind of an expert on destressing…” Out of the kindness of his heart, Rock graciously decides to play doctor to an overworked, sleep-deprived farmer. A story about friendships, alarm bells, and smashing the snooze button until they break.

Tumblr Posts for A Wonderful Life Characters - by actaeoncross; WIP, 45/?, 47k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Multiple Characters x Reader - Relationship; Characters: Cecilia | Celia | Seperia, Cody | Gordy, Daryl, Flora, Gustafa, Lumina, Marlin | Mash | Matthew, Muffy | Molly, Nami, Rock, Reader Summary: A collection of Tumblr posts for A Wonderful Life Characters x Reader prompts.

Daryl's Heart Events - by actaeoncross; Complete, 1/1, 1.6k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Character: Daryl Additional Tags: Heart Events Summary: These are my thoughts/headcannons on how Daryl's heart events would go if he was a bachelor. This includes his introduction events through the 8/Yellow heart event.

Sakura - by Moomieluv; WIP, 6/?, 11k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: Harvest Moon 64 Additional Tags: Friendship/Love Summary: A young woman taking over her grandfather's farm in Flowerbud Village forms relationships where she least expects them.

becoming home - by blushroomx; WIP, 2/?, 5.0k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationships: Farmer/Muffy | Molly, Vesta/Flora; Characters: Takakura, Ruby | Lou, Celia | Seperia, Patrick | Pasaran, Nina, Romana, Lumina, Griffin | Gavin, Nami, Harvest Goddess, Mukumuku Additional Tags: enby farmer, takakura is gay, Everyone Is Gay, goddess lore, POV Multiple, Alternate Universe - Demons Summary: Forgotten Valley was always a secluded oasis inhabited only by the Goddess and her chosen creatures. But the Goddess' heart has a weakness for those who are lost, and over the years her home has become a sanctuary for nomads, wanderers, and those in need of a different life. However, the more people who come and go from the valley, the more the Goddess' presence degrades, putting the valley at risk to threats both spiritual and mortal. Ultimately, the goddess is fading, and once one is invited to her ancient pocket of the world, her magic threads through them, weaving into skin, bone, and spirit to enmesh them with the tapestry of her land. If the Goddess is not fully restored to the earth, it could cost Forgotten Valley's residents more than just their tranquil refuge - their entire lives could be at stake.

Fact and Friction - by actaeoncross; WIP, 6/?, 7.6k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandoms: A Wonderful Life, Animal Parade Relationships: Daryl/Pony, Cecilia/Nami mentioned, Gordy/Matthew mentioned, Rock/Molly mentioned, Gustafa/Lumina mentioned; Characters: Daryl, Pony | Aya | Jill, Forget Me Not villagers, Wizard Gale, Witch Vivi, Harvest King Ignis Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Supernatural Elements, Suspense, Romance, NaNoWriMo 2023, Not Beta Read Summary: Struggling to come to grips with the death of her parents, Pony moves to Forget-Me-Not Valley. She tries to avoid being involved with sprites, gods, or goddesses, only to be drawn in against her will. Pony's only help to solve the disappearance of the Harvest Goddess involves three enthusiastic but not very helpful sprites and a scientist. She slowly learns that she cannot run from herself and to come to terms with her past and feelings—even those for the infuriating scientist.

Alternate Scenes for Fact and Friction - by actaeoncross; WIP, 1/?, 1.0k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationships: Daryl/Pony | Aya | Jill, Celia | Seperia/Nami, Cody | Gordy/Marlin | Matthew, Muffy | Molly/Rock, Gustafa/Lumina; Characters: Daryl, Pony | Aya | Jill, Lumina, Gustafa, Rock, Muffy | Molly, Cody | Gordy, Marlin | Matthew, Nami, Celia | Seperia, Cecilia Additional Tags: Not Beta Read Summary: This is a collection of alternate points of view, expanded scenes, and extra scenes that didn't feature or fit within the main work for Fact and Friction.

Don't Eat Flowers - by Maymist; Complete, 12/12, 22k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Nami/Pony | Aya | Jill; Characters: Nami, Pony | Aya | Jill, Rock, Reader Additional Tags: Lesbian Character, Inspired by Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons, Mentions of Other Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons Games, Blue Feather, Romance, LGBTQ Character, POV Lesbian Character, Canon Lesbian Relationship Summary: The new farmer girl in Forgotten Valley attempts to give Nami some flowers to, er… totally give the hint that she's romantically interested in the very much reserved tomboyish red-head. Nami completely jumps to conclusions and misunderstands though, and that's where this silly romance begins. What kind of other madness will ensue?

At the bottom of the river - by FemboyCookie; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Rock/Sion; Characters: Rock, Sion Additional Tags: Fluff Summary: He couldn't be… trying to catch fish barehanded, could he?

[aliavarrin]

MADNESS

FANDOM: ダイヤのA | Daiya no A | Ace of Diamond

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTERS: 31/?

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

RELATIONSHIPS: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, Established Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

CHARACTERS: Sawamura Eijun, Miyuki Kazuya, Kuramochi Youichi, Kominato Haruichi, Furuya Satoru, OC - Character

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Kidnapping, Torture, Blood, Gore, Whipping, Needles, Syringes, Horror, Rehabilitation, Sawamura is self-sacrificing, kazuya is having none of it, Protective Miyuki Kazuya, Whump, Violence, PTSD, poor treatment of wounds, Hurt Sawamura Eijun, Hurt Miyuki Kazuya, Scars, Facial Scars, Probably Excess Amounts of Blood, Electrocution, Near Drowning, Near Death Experiences, No Character Death, The Goal is for a Happy Ending, Injury, Baseball community in shock, Cuddling, Branding, Body Trauma, Handjobs, Stitching, POV Outsider, I Pretend I Know Medical Things, Nightmares, Minor Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, WIP, Not Beta Read

“Miyuki! Change the channel!”

“Why? You wanted to watch this yesterday.”

“It was a joke!”

“Was it?”

“Miyuki, please, I’m gonna die from cringe! Do you want that?!” As he said this, the “celebrities” on the television began to get into an argument over one of their siblings' dogs that had peed on the floor. Now, Eijun would hesitate to call them celebrities, as they were only famous because they had a lot of money. From what little Eijun knew about them, they only got views for the drama they tended to start. Basically, the entire show was a cringe-fest, with terrible acting to play up the fake drama. 

Miyuki hummed in thought, eyes fixed on the screen, “Well, now I’m kinda curious if that’s possible.” At some point, Miyuki’s father had brought a spare pair of glasses for him. Though neither of them has been allowed to see their family yet; at least, not until their infections were under control. Eijun vaguely recalled a nurse mentioning that they had to restrict access into the hospital, but he had been too out of it to even consider what that meant and never had a chance to ask. 

Eijun gasped, “Don’t make me get up, Miyuki Kazuya! Why do you get the remote, anyway?”

“Because I woke up first.”

Eijun kicked at his blanket in a dramatic show of getting out of his bed, “I swear, Miyuki, when I get over there I’ll –”

“I see you two get along well,” Akanishi smoothly interrupted. Eijun paused, half propped up on an elbow, legs tangled in the thin blanket, and eyes wide as he stared at the door Akanishi just entered from, “No need to stop on my account,” she said with a laugh, “Though Sawamura, I do recommend you stay in your bed. Just because you don’t feel the pain, doesn’t mean you’re better.”

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[monst]

Taking a dip

All characters 18+

Hawks (Takami Keigo), Todoroki Shouto, Deku (Midoriya Izuku), Dabi X reader

Warnings: Sexy time actions/themes, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dubcon (Dabi & Hawks). Mutual masterbation (Deku), Shenanigans (Shouto & Hawks) 

“Can I request some nsfw Onsen hc’s for Dabi Todo Deku and Hawks pls?” 

Dabi

You were ecstatic, so much so that you hummed rather loudly as you peeled off your clothes. You hadn’t been on a vacation since you became a hero and that was years ago. Your agency had sent you on mandatory leave to a remote mountain in the countryside of Kyoto. You were spending a week at Kinosaki onsen and you hadn’t felt more relaxed in ages.

 It was like stepping into the past. One without superpowered villains, without technology to remind you of recent horrors and most importantly there weren’t many people. You really appreciated the cooler weather, thanking it for keeping tourists away. A pleased sigh slipped past your lips when you sunk into the steamy water. The warm liquid quickly eased your tense muscles and you moaned contently. 

Two local girls were soaking not far from you and they quickly initiated conversation, they asked about the scars you bore, and were pleasantly surprised and delighted to be bathing with a top pro hero. They stayed a while longer but ultimately decided to call it a day and they waved you goodbye. And then you were alone… 

You sighed deeply enjoying the cool night air on your face as the water enveloped your form. After a while you rested your arms on a couple of rocks, your head nestled in between them. ‘I could literally fall asleep here.’ You mused. There was a slide of a door but you didn’t turn back, you kept your back to the new arrival thinking that you should give her privacy as she shed her towel and slipped into the water. 

“I thought I’d be in here alone~” You heard a very familiar voice drawl. You had never turned so quickly in water.. Your facial expression changed about a million times in a couple of seconds as you settled for glaring at the villain. The scarred man had a lazy grin set upon his lips as he looked you over. “What? Not gonna yell, pervert and cover yourself?” He teased.

You scoffed, like hell were you going to show any weakness in front of Dabi. He thrived off of people fearing him that and you wanted him to see the nasty burn he left you with a couple months prior. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You hissed, your mind was already conjuring up various scenarios on how to take him down. However, the lanky man just leaned back against a rock formation and sighed. 

“Relax dollface.” He hummed. “I’m not here to pick a fight. Every villain needs some time off every so often.” You rolled your eyes, body still tense. Dabi made himself comfortable and your eyes shifted over him in suspicion. He didn’t seem like he was here to finish cremating you… And you didn’t feel like fighting nude. You hated his guts but you supposed, you could just leave it alone for now. Even though his presence had soured your mood, you hadn’t moved from your spot to leave. 

“...I swear life hates me.” You grumbled sinking your body into the water up to your chin. It was then that Dabi’s brilliantly blue eyes shifted back to you. His shit eating grin annoyed you. “Ughh out of all places.” You frowned. “Your lucky I’m on vacation otherwise I would have flayed your skinny ass.” His silence was bothering you. “Why couldn’t you have gone to the men's side.” You groaned. He snickered at that, “Well doll~ There’s a couple old geezers in there who’d recognize me and I was under the assumption that there was no one here.” “Don’t lie.” You fumed. “You got me. I saw your name on the roster and decided to pay one of my favorite heroes an impromptu visit.” You wished you could wipe the smug grin off his face. After another moment of silence you noticed he was closer by a foot. “Dabi I swear if you're up to something.” You hissed. 

“Relax~ We’re on a ceasefire hero.” “Well then stay where you are…. I’m watching you.” Your eyes narrowed and you made the mistake of making it obvious that you stepped back. “I’m flattered.” He moved a bit closer. “I..I didn’t mean it like that.” You stuttered. ..Fuck.. Your breath was caught as he neared you, little waves slapping against your skin softly. His cerulean gaze was set on your form, water dripping from his lean form and for a moment, for a teeny tiny second your mind whispered something absurd. He’s fucking hot. You squashed the thought. 

He was arms length away and you glared at him furiously. You felt your nostrils flare in anger as he looked down at your bare body. “I think I prefer you out of costume.” he hummed. Words seemed to have escaped you as you thought about a million ways you could kill- Your eyes widened when the tips of his fingers brushed against the burn scar on your shoulder. “This is one nasty scar doll~” Without a second thought you lifted your hand ready to bring it across his face…. He nestled your wrist in his hand, a coy smile curling his lips. 

You felt your heart thump loudly, you had found yourself in a very unfavorable position and you cried out softly when he lifted your hand away from your body. Your other hand came to push against his chest but he only closed the distance between your wet bodies. His other hand slid down your body and rested on your hip. It was then that you felt something pressing against your belly and your face felt like it was on fire. A gasp escaped your lips when he leaned in, his nose against yours. “I’ve always wanted to fuck my favorite little hero~” 

“I will knee you right here right now Dabi. Let. Go.” He laughed at your breathy threat. “I mean it, there’s no way I’ll let a scummy villain-” “Come on (Name)~” He purred. “People are supposed to do wild shit on vacation.” 

Todoroki Shoto

Shouto sighed in annoyance. He had been sitting in the changing room for almost an hour now. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, pale fingers tapping against beefy biceps. “Calm down hon.” You laughed plopping down next to him on the wooden bench. He looked over to you and his hand quickly shot out to pull your towel up higher. “I am calm.” He muttered. “Ha.” You scoffed. “Remember we’re out here because you want us to be.” You teased. 

The tips of his ears reddened in embarrassment at the truth of the matter. See your husband and you had planned to go to the springs for the weekend. And at your insistence you wanted to go to the mix gendered area so that you could be together. So then he tried to book it so that it’d only be you two. With his money and statues it wasn’t an issue but sadly your good friends had tagged along and now Midoriya, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Tenya were sitting in the hot water. The issue? Well he didn’t care for other people looking at you while you were nude. Therefore he was going to wait them out.. 

“Ughh Shouto they’re our friends, it’s not a big deal. Besides it’s not like I’m going to be completely nakey.” He knew that, but that didn’t mean he was okay with it. “You know that’s not the issue…” He flushed, looking down at the marks that still lingered on your skin. There was no way his friends wouldn’t notice the indentation of teeth littering your delicate flesh… He may have gotten carried away last night. 

You put your hand on his thigh and looked at him seriously. “Sho…. You do realize that our friends know we have sex right?” This elicited an eye roll from the hero. “”Doesn’t mean they need to know every single detail of it.” He countered. “But we shouldn’t keep secrets from our friends.” You teased, giving him your most innocent look. Grey and blue eyes narrowed at the tone and before he could get out a word you dropped your towel and shimmied away towards the sliding door. 

“H-Hey!?” He blushed, red consuming his face when you shed your bra. “What? We need them to see everything~” His eyes roamed your exposed flesh, his lips pursed as you began to slide out of your panties. Shouto groaned, your frisky behavior knew no bounds. You wiggled your fingers towards the door and he rose a challenging brow in a silent dare. You scoffed, he was trying to call your bluff. ‘Jokes on him I’m not bluff- “What the?” The door wouldn’t budge. It was then that you saw the ice. 

Just as you turned around to confront him you were met with a blanket of blue. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as he tried to cover your nude form. You weren’t making it easy for him squirming against him as he tried to knot the towel around you. In your breathless wiggles you felt something...interesting. A sly grin slid onto your face, your hand palming his hardening length. His response was immediate, caught off guard he dropped the towel a low groan passing pale pink lips. 

“You little liar~” You snickered. “Is this?” You pressed down harder for emphasis. “The reason you don’t want me going out there like this?” Shouto’s gaze set your skin aflame, his lips seared kisses onto your neck, hands kneading the pulpy flesh of your breasts. Your hand slipped underneath his briefs and you began to slowly glide your hand up and down his shaft. “Ah~” He nipped at your neck, stimulating the still tender bites from yesterday. 

At the sound he pushed you up against the door, a thick thigh wedging itself between your legs. You wasted no time in trying to grind against the muscular leg his name leaving your lips in a soft whisper. HIs hot breath blew into your ear “I was trying to stop this from happening, in there, in front of all of them. But it seems like that’s what you want… You want them to see how well your tight cunt takes my cock?” You keened at the thought. “Sh-

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off…. By the door sliding open. The fall was muted by Shouto’s quick reflexes and you bounced off his hard chest. He let out a groan and you looked up to meet various pairs of wide eyes. “Hey...Guys… What’s up?” “Not to be rude.. But when are you all leaving?” Shouto added.

Deku -Midoriya Izuku

“Ah~” You sighed in complete bliss as you dipped yourself into the warm heat of the water. You were in heaven~ “Thanks Deku!” You called out to your boss, knowing that the wall separating the both of you wasn’t soundproof. You heard the hero sputter a thanks. You let the hot water penetrate your sore limbs as you chatted with a couple. It wasn’t long before you were listening to their life’s story. 

Deku sat alone on his side. Unbeknownst to you he had bought out the entire area knowing how hectic things would have gotten if his fans knew he was there…. Well that was the excuse he told the people at the front desk. Truth was, he had a much more shady reason. You see he was very much interested in his sidekick. 

He respected you as a hero, you were strong and valuable but lately he’s been wanting to do more than just hero work with you. He found you incredibly attractive, to the point where it was hard for him to concentrate. And more often than naught he’d find himself fantasising about you, while writing reports he’d think of you coming in, tossing everything off the desk “Hah~” He covered his mouth at the sound. Or when the both of you were patrolling, God how he just wanted to push you into an alley and tear that tight costume from your body and fuck you sensless. 

You were just so damn perfect. And he felt so disgusting for what he was doing but he was no longer thinking straight, all of his thoughts went to his dripping length. Red blossomed across his cheeks as he sat atop the rocks by the wall,his hand leisurely stroking his stiff cock. Emerald eyes drank in your form from the crack in the wall. You had been left alone and you took to floating atop the water giving him a great view. 

You sunk back down and peered at the wall curiously, unknowingly making the green haired man tense. “Hey Deku?” You called. “Y-yeah?” He stuttered. “You okay? You’ve been making strange sounds for a while now…. Is the water stringing your more recent wounds?” “N-Nooh~” Your eyes widened at the word. ‘D-did he just?... No..That-’ You cut off your train of thought and decided to approach the wall to investigate. The closer you got the more clear the sound was. You felt your face grow warm at the rhythmic sound. 

Izuku wanted to stop but the thought of you knowing what he was doing was boiling his blood, his mind was conjuring up infinite scenarios. He wondered if you’d think he was disgusting, would you berate him for it? Join him? Would your hands remove his and would your mouth replace- “Hnngh” His eyes were shut by now and his quick gasps had heat warming in your belly. “Ah~ F-fuck.” He moaned shamelessly. “(N-Name)~” he gasped quietly as he dropped his other hand to cup his balls. 

“Holy shit.” You breathed, you climbed onto the rocks and you felt your cunt pulse at the sight. You peered through the same crack he had been observing you from and your face felt like lava at the realization. Ever so slowly you began to slide your hands across your hot body. You mapped the curves of your body, kneading and stroking your way up and down the slippery flesh; your eyes fixed on the show in front of you. 

When you reached your pussy, you realized how wet you were and your gasp alerted Deku. Green met (e/c) as you both stared at each other in embarrassment and desire. Silence was threatening to kill the mood until you saw Izuku buck into his hand and resume his slow pace. You sat back making sure to position yourself in a way that you wouldn't fall. Tentatively your hand slid back down to your drooling cunt, and Deku’s breath caught as he watched your fingers swirl around your clit. 

“Hnn (N-Name) You so fucking sexy.” He mewled when you slipped in two fingers, your velvety walls accepting them graciously. You whined as you set a good pace. “I-Izuku~” You moaned. It was as if his mind went blank when you said his name and without a second thought he scaled the wall...

Hawks -Takami Keigo 

        You groaned in annoyance, you had been pushing through branches, and tripping on roots for a while now and still no sight of him. Your puffs of air were visible as you trudged along the mountain trails. The chilly air nipped at your skin as you tried to look for tracks. ‘Nothing.’ You had lost him. “Hawks!?” You shouted, looking up towards the sky. There were no red feathers in sight…

You continued to walk and call out for the hero. You wondered if the villain you were chasing had shot him out of the sky. Worry filled your being at the thought and you ignored the way the low branches snagged at your clothes as you picked up the pace, his hero name and occasionally his name being the only sound amidst the natural woodland sounds. After a couple of minutes you finally found him…. And the villain…

“You idiot.” You huffed. “I thought he got you. And what the fuck are you doing?!” You seethed. The blonde sat in a natural spring clothes strewn across a couple branches, the villain? Unconscious and strapped to a tree like a victim of the monster from the ritual. In reply the cheeky hero just crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back. You averted your eyes to give him some privacy and went to gather the discarded articles of clothing. “Stop fucking around, we need to take this guy in.”

“Oh C’mon (Name)~ I never get to relax, just a couple more minutes?” He whined. You rolled your eyes but allowed him to continue his soak. You picked at your nails as you looked up at the man hanging awkwardly from the tree. ‘He’s going to be so sore when he wakes up. Serves hi-’ Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of water moving and the teasing baritone of the number two hero. “Hey why don’t you join me?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

You turned to glare at him, you jumped in surprise he was leaning against a rock close to wear you sat. In your shock you forgot to answer and instead took in the sight of his lean form. Sunlight peeked in from in between the leaves and they hit the water droplets on his chest making the man look ethereal. His strong frame was practically glowing and your tongue slipped out to wet your lips. Hawks grinned, loving the way you were blatantly checking him out. “Is that a yes?” He rumbled. A fire was lit beneath your cheeks and you scoffed. “No. Now hurry the fuck up s-so that we can go.” 

The bird in the bath just cocked his head to the side, a mischievous smirk sliding onto his face like melted butter. It was both a blessing and a curse but Keigo was undeniably  too fast. You shrieked when your body came in contact with the water. Your clothes immediately absorbing the moisture and becoming heavy. “Keigo!? What the f-Ah! H-hey!” Thick red curtains blocked your exit as his fingers worked at removing your wet clothes. 

He undressed, you quite easily tossing the clothes onto the rocks you had previously sat on. Once you were completely nude he pulled back a satisfied grin stretching his pale pink lips. “There.” You shot him a heated glare. He spoke as if he had done you a great service and you’d be damned if you didn’t chew him out for this. “Y..Wh- Arghghh” So eloquent you were in your anger. “See this is your problem birdy, You don’t know how to relax~” He hummed. 

“Relax? Relax!? ReLaX!?” You hissed. “I’m fucking naked, in a pool in the middle of no where, far from civilization, my clothes are wet and it’s cold as balls and that fucking villain’s getting front row seats to my impromptu fans only?!” You seethed. Your anger spiking when he only laughed. “I’m going to kill you.” You muttered hugging your arms across your chest, trying not to flash him more than you already had. Keigo was going to be the death of you.

Hawks absolutely loved setting you off, Your short fuse was just too tempting to light. It was a juvenile way of showing his attraction, teasing the ever living hell out of you till you imploded. He waded over to your infuriated form a smile playing at his lips when your fiery eyes met, he held his hand up in mock surrender as he approached. You eyed him warily, body tense when he leaned on the rock next to you. ‘He’s quiet… Too quiet…’

“...(Name)?” He began. A harsh what had him biting his lip to conceal a smile. “I may have went a bit too far, sorry.” You let out a sharp exhale through your nose, brows furrowed as you avoided his pouty ‘sorry’ face. He was notorious for pulling stunts like this and flashing you his innocent repenting angel face. You wouldn’t fall for it. “Sorry isn’t going to dry my clothes.” You sassed. He sighed a frown touching his lips. You were rigid when his strong arms pulled you to him, your back resting against his firm chest. 

“Okay, I messed up.” He whispered. He thought about how you could get sick and his arms tightened around your frame. “So..? What do you suppose we do?” He asked. “Call the authorities to our location?” You mused, thinking of how you could just put your clothes back on and wait in the water till aid came. The winged hero reached over the rocks to grab his phone and shared his location along with instructions. “Hmm two hours.” He relayed sinking a bit more into the water. 

“We’re going to be so pruny when they get here.” You snickered. “Well I guess we can just make the most of it till then.” You hummed. “Unless?” You heard him mutter. “Unless what?” He then pulled your body flush against his, the curve of your ass brushing against the ‘unless’... “T-The villain is right there?!” You sputtered. “So?” …..Keigo was going to be the death of you.

[smutember]

Smutember 2021 prompts are here!

And we're back to make 2021 slightly more smutty! Thank you to all people, who asked for it to return and to all that submitted propositions of prompts. Three months should be looong enough for you to create all the smuttiness you can think of.

Rules

All posts have to be tagged with either smutember or smutember2021 hashtag (preferably both). Be aware that ns fw tag is shadowed, and posts with it are not visible in the tags. I personally suggest the revived old lemon tag. it wouldn’t hurt to @ this blog, so that your post won’t be missed, especially if your blog is new and still not shown in the tag.

No minor/underage content.

All submissions have to be at least somewhat smutty/naughty. We don’t require hard Explcit rating, a Mature one is fine too.

If you are planning on posting suggestive pics/drawings, remember that tumblr still has the ridiculous p0rn filter, so I suggest cropping the pic and adding links to external sites.

If your work contain kinks that may offend some, please tag them either in the tags, or in the body of the work.

Prompts are merely suggestions - at the end of the day, you are the one who chooses how to interpret the prompt. You can also completely ignore the prompts and have your own 30-day challenge, we’re not gonna call the internet police on you.

And in case they weren’t clear, here is a list of prompts with explanations and some propositions:

Strip Poker - cards on the table.. and maybe some clothes too. Sexy games and bets galore.

Oral - pretty self-explanatory :)

"Watcha starin' at?" - One person catches the other dressing? Or are they just peeping Toms? Your call!

Gangbang - anything related to threesomes/moresomes/ sex parties/orgies, etc. The more, the merrier.

Public sex - cos the world NEEDS to know you are in love... and remember, it's not illegal if police doesn't catch you.

In the kitchen - some call it boring and cliché, but at the same time, those countertops are at perfect height... Just make sure to the pasta doesn't overboil

Putting on a show - striptease? Cam show? Filming? Roleplay with fancy costumes? So many ways to express yourself.

Against a wall - Vertical is new horizontal. Classic case of a quickie... or just because the beds have not arrived yet.

In a vehicle - Time to rev up those engines. They say car sex is difficult, but you will find a way. Or maybe it's a spaceship? Or someone joined the mile high club? Just don't idle too much...

Hot tub - Is it hot because of the water, or because you are in there? All sorts of bathroom-related shenanigans, not necessarily in the tub itself.

Nature date - Time to return to the nature... doing it au naturel? In the forest? On top of a mountain? The whole world can be a bed if you are creative enough.

Romantic gesture - that's how it starts, with flowers and chocolates... but what happens after? And what if it fails?

Fantasy - We all have them, and so do our characters. All the roleplays, scenarios and AUs suddenly may be real.

"YES!" - That's what you will be screaming... or maybe that's all you can say, agreeing to every decision for a night?

The clock's ticking - Quickie before the boss catches you... or maybe because the world's gonna end tomorrow. Anything that makes love-making time-sensitive.

Secret rendezvous - sneaking away for a date always makes the heart pump blood faster.

Experiments - trying new kinks? New positions? Role reversal? Try it here for free!

Skinny dipping - any beach is a nudist beach if you are brave enough!

Facial - sex is messy, and it's time to embrace it. Anything related to the stckier part of love-making.

Formal wear - sometimes imagining what's underneath is part of fun. Dresses, suits, costumes, fancy parties and balls goes here.

Porno playlist - we gotta have soundtrack for the love-making. Anything related to music or ambient sounds goes here. Feel free to create said playlists!

Celebration night - time to pen bottle of champagne and celebrate.... and you decide what! Maybe even the fact that there is time to celebrate....

"You don't do that with a fruit!" - Insert peach and aubergine emoji here. Food play, aphrodisiacs, or maybe creative use of cucumbers...

Body warmth - Oh no! We're snowed in and HAVE to share a bed! What a... horror. Time-tested tropes of cuddling and being close together, always a good start for something bigger.

Breeding grounds - Time to expand the family... or maybe celebrate the expansion. Impregnation, pregnant sex, breeding fantasies go here.

Bondage - Fifty shades of please look up how it's done and use a safeword properly.

Blindfolds - close your eyes... and let other other senses guide you. From actual blindfolds, through sex in the darkness, to audiovisual deprivation.

Dirty talk - Use your adults words... a lot of them. Pre-sex or post-coital to start another round, oral is not the only way of making use of that tongue.

Wish come true - It finally happened! More fantasies and magical moments, only you decide what was that secret desire of your characters...

Free day - Didn’t enjoy the prompts? Or have you enjoyed them too much and have more ideas? Use this as a wildcard to express your creativity. Anything goes here, as long as you tag it.

And here are the raw list of prompts submitted:

strip poker

striptease, oral, gangbang, public sex, experimenting/ "Try Everything". There's probably more, but that's off the top of my head :)

something where one partner plays with themselves while the other is watching? Not quite voyeurism since they're both together. I don't know what to call it- "presenting" or "putting on a show" maybe?

sex against a wall; in a vehicle; bath or hot tub; out in nature; romantic gesture fails (but then doesn't); wish come true; Yes day (person A agrees to say yes to person B's requests for a whole day); time crunch/quickie; secret rendezvous.

skinny dipping, stripping, sex club

formal wear, pregnant sex

An inappropriate or inconvenient location requiring some discretion or creativity

Sexy Spotify Playlist! Or Makeout Music. Celebration Night (like a holiday, or birthday or anniversary. I'm bad at naming things). "You don't do that with fruit!" "Why is there porno music playing?"

Fishhooking, body warmth/heat, wet t-shirts

Multiple husbands/wives

My prompt are BONDAGE and BLINDFOLD and TEEN ANTICS.

Facial, Fantasy, Dirty Talk

cockwarming, mirror, cam show

in the kitchen; from behind; mile high club; skinny dipping; heat of the moment; summer fling; same time next year (meet same place/time every year or period of time); some repeats could be good too, oral, foreplay, fantasy, etc.

(Prompt for smutember) "Whatcha staring at, nothing to see here"

[jungwonenthusiast]

Field Trip

A/N: I’ve been working on this pic for a while, I hope you guys like it :)

Pairing: Jake Sim x fem! reader

Word count: 5.2k

Genre: fluff, high school au

Warning: mentions of virginity loss and porn, occasional swearing, nothing else I think

“How many shirts should I take?” Jake asks you through your phone. 

“Uhm, we’re there for three days so take four just incase.” you reply and you pack your suitcase as well. 

You two were preparing for your five day field trip to New York which was happening tomorrow. 

You packed your favorite jeans and hoodies and even a dress just in case. You can't help but romanticize the hell out of New York after being stuck in this small town all your life. 

“How many pairs of underwear should I take?” he asks again and you giggle. He’s like a kid sometimes.  “How many times do you think you’ll change your underwear?” you say while sitting on your suitcase to get it to zip closed.

“Probably three but I’ll take four just in case.”

“What a quick learner.” you say and you hear him scoff. 

Jake has been your best friend since elementary school when you scraped your knee during tag and he took you to the nurse’s office. He’s been a sweetie since day one. 

“I doubt I’m gonna get any sleep tonight,” you sigh. “I’m too riled up.”

“Same,” he sighs. “I wonder how many flashers we’ll run into.”

You laugh. “Why is that the first thing you think of you creep.”

“Hey now,’ he chuckles. “I thought that was the stereotype.”

You hop onto your bed and pick your phone up, it looks like Jake’s doing the same. All you can see are his eyes and a bit of his nose bridge. His dark hair has started to grow out and it was poking at his eyelids. 

Your phone pings with a text from Jake. It’s a horrendous screenshot of you climbing over your phone to get into bed. You gasp.

“I’ll kill you.” you tell him as he’s holding in his laugh. “I will do it.”

His laugh bursts out of his throat, jolly and warm. “Why I love it.”

“I hate you so much. Delete it.”

“No way,” he bunches his brows. “You have an entire photo album dedicated to bad pictures of me.”

“And I also have an entire album dedicated to good pictures of you.” you roll your eyes.

“You do?” he asks. “That’s a bit fangirly of you.”

“Me? A fangirl? Maybe Madeline but not me.” you scoff.

“Madeline?” his voice perks up. “She likes me?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew this.” you swear that you’ve brought this up before. Maybe he just forgot. 

“Nuh-uh.” he says.

“Well...” you say. “do you like her back.”

“I mean she’s nice but,” he hesitates. “not really.”

“Why not? She’s smart and super pretty. I'm so jealous of her hair.” you say. Madeline was a tan ginger girl with curly fiery hair down to the small of her back. 

“You have nice hair.” he says nonchalantly. 

You touch it and rub it between your fingers. “It’s whatever.”

He scoffs. “You’re too hard on yourself all the time.”

“I’m a teenage girl, I can’t help it.” You defend yourself, but he isn’t lying. 

“I’m bored, can I come over?” he says suddenly. 

“Tonight? We have school tomorrow.” you reply. 

“Maybe I’ll just sleep over.” he says while turning over in his bed. “I don’t think our parents would care.”

Sleepover? You two hadn’t done that since you turned eleven. 

“Where would you sleep?” you ask him, already imagining how this would go.

“I don’t know on the floor.” he shrugs.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor I’ll feel bad.” you argue.

“I don’t care, I’m the one who suggested it, plus I miss you dude, I wanna hang out.” he says and you smile.

“I saw you on Friday.”

“Yeah, a whole two days ago.” he gets up off his bed. “Okay I’ll be there in ten.”

“What-” you start but he cuts you off.

He brings the camera up close to his face and he flashes you a smile. “Bye!” he hangs up. 

Your palms feel a bit sweaty and you brush them off on your pants. Why am I nervous? You guys have had plenty of sleepovers before but the rest of the boys were always there, probably passed out from beer or a sugar crash. 

You tidy your room up a bit and prepare a little blanket bed on the floor right next to your actual bed. 

You hear knocking at the door right when you expected, Jake was hardly ever late. 

“Hola~” he says as he walks in with his backpack on. He takes his shoes off before skipping over to your room. You giggle to yourself. 

He falls back onto your bed with a big sigh. “I missed being here.” 

“Why? There’s nothing cool here. Your house is way cooler.” you say and he smiles.

“Well I can’t deny that,” he shrugs and you punch him in the arm. “you’re the one who said it.”

“We get it rich boy.” you roll your eyes and sit down next to him.

“I’m just playing,” he sits up. “you know that.”

“I hope you showered after practice,” you say. “I don’t want you stinking up my bed.”

He whips his head to you, looking a little bit offended. “I am very clean alright? Here smell my hair.” he shoves his head into your face. 

You let out a strangled noise and try to push him away. “Okay, okay!”

“No smell it,” he keeps his hair up in your face, it’s tickling your nose. “smells like mangos right.”

Admitedly, he's right. It smells like mangos.

“Yes it does,” you squeak out. “now please respect my personal bubble.” you spread your arms out and create an imaginary bubble between you two. He tries to tug at your arm but you bellow in a robot voice. “PERSONAL BUBBLE PERSONAL BUBBLE.”

“Fine, fine.” he falls back onto your bed again, laughing. “Lets watch something.”

You follow suit and tug your laptop into your lap. 

“Hold on,” you get up and close your window, it was starting to get too cold.

You shimmy under your covers and pull up Netflix.

“Scary movie?” you click on the horror section.

“Sure but you probably won’t be able to sleep.” he teases and you roll your eyes. 

“That was years ago.” you start to scroll through the movies. 

“Mhm, and I’m never letting you live it down.” he says with pride. 

During freshman year the gang decided to go to Jay’s house to watch It together and it freaked you out so much that you went to sleep in the boys room rather than the guest room. 

You click on Hush, a movie you’ve been avoiding because it’s about one of your biggest fears, a home invasion. 

“I thought you hated this movie.” Jake says, crossing his arms.  “I do, but I need to face my fears eventually right?” you click on it and get up to turn the lights off. 

Jake soon gets under the covers as well. You both cringe and slap each other every time your feet touch. 

“Yo yo yo yo watch out!” Jake whispers and pulls his hood over his head, something you both do when you’re nervous. You weren’t wearing a hoodie so you settled with a spare blanket and draped it over yourself like a cloak. 

“Oh shit,” you whisper. “look behind you!” you yell at the main character. 

By the end of the movie both of your bodies are stiff and sore from being so tense for two hours straight. 

“I thought she was gonna die.” you sigh and you shut your laptop. 

“Nah, they couldn’t kill the main girl.” Jake says, comfy and cuddled up in your duvet. “She was so smart.”

“Yeah she was.” you yawn and then kick Jake in the side. “Go to your bed.”

He groans. “It’s warm here though.”

“Go and I’ll make pancakes tomorrow.” you say.

He perks up and follows your orders. 

You relax into your mattress, but you miss his warmth next to you. You ignore that. 

Your alarm goes off at 6:30 and Jake sleeps right through it. 

“How the hell does he get up in the morning?” you whisper. “Probably Leila.”

He’s sleeping on his side, cuddling a stuffed animal he must’ve stolen from your bed while you were asleep.

You stretch your back before washing up. 

Jake’s POV

My serene sleep is interrupted by pokes at my shoulder. 

“Get up poop.” she says. I almost forgot that I was at her house. I crack my eyes open to find her crouching next to me. 

“Good morning.” I croak out.

“You stole ginger.” she points at the stuffed bunny in my arms. 

“I was lonely.” I say before sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“7:30,” she says holding in a giggle. “go wash up so we can eat.”

“What’s so funny?” I ask her as she walks away. “You’ll see when you look in the mirror.” she says.

My eyes widen. Did she draw a dick on my forehead or something? I thought we swore to never do that.

I scramble to her bathroom to meet some gnarly bedhead. I have no clue how guys have good messy hair, my hair is either boring and flat or just messy. 

“Jesus.” I say to myself and try to run my head under the sink. 

I brush my teeth and secretly use her facial cleanser. 

“So fancy.” I whisper while lathering it up on my face. 

I can already hear her voice in my head when I’m drying off saying “don't forget to put lotion on, and face lotion, not body.”

A stack of pancakes is waiting for me in the kitchen, just as she promised. 

“Thank you mom.” I say to her before digging in.

She sits across from me with her own plate of flap jacks. She looks so pretty this early in the morning. Her face is fresh and sparkly and her eye bags somehow just make her prettier. It’s cloudy out and I can tell she’s cold she way her body is bundled up in her chair. 

I still remember the moment I realized that I liked her. It was seventh grade and we were at our town’s annual fair. She got a bit sick after a ride with a lot of loopdey loops so I stayed behind with her while the rest of the boys continued to go on every ride they pleased. She told me to go with them and that she didn’t want me to miss out but I said that it was fine and that I liked hanging out with her anyway. She smiled her bright smile at me and rested her head on my shoulder for a moment. Then she threw up on my shoes. Like projectile cotton candy, funnel cake, and other miscellaneous fair food vomit. And I didn’t even get that mad, I was more concerned for her. After that I figured I liked her, because if it were Jay I would’ve beat him up. 

“Did you have any nightmares?” I ask her and she shakes her head.

“Nah, I dreamt that Sunghoon married a dolphin. It was weird.” she sighs.

I choke on my pancakes. “A dolphin?”

“Yeah,” she laughs. “his name was Jerry.”

“And it was a guy too?” I hold my chest, trying not to choke.

“Don’t judge their interspecies homosexual marriage. It was beautiful.” she laughs and takes a big gulp of water.

I’m almost crying at this point. “Best dream ever. I can’t wait to tell Sunghoon this.”

“No!” her eyes widen. “He’s gonna think I fantasized about it or something.”

“What?” I cock an eyebrow. “Everyone knows that dreams are uncontrollable sometimes.” “Still it’s weird. Imagine if someone told you that I dreamt of you marrying a dolphin. It’s be weird.” she says through a mouth of pancake. 

“Did they have kids?” I cackle,

“I don’t know. How would that even work?” 

“Maybe they had a surrogate or something.” I suggest.

“Oh god,” she shakes her head, smiling. “we need to stop. I feel like I'm violating him.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Should I wear this shirt or this sweater.” she asks me as we’re getting ready in her room. 

“Sweater. It’s probably gonna be cold.” I say while tugging socks on. 

“Shit you’re right. Then I won’t be able to wear this dress.” she holds up a little dress that flows out a bit from the waist. 

“Bring it anyway and maybe you can wear it for a second so I can take pictures for you.” I suggest and she smiles. 

“Good idea.” 

We both settle of hoodies and jeans and say goodbye to her parents before hopping in my car. 

We get to school right when people start getting on the bus to the airport. We throw our luggage into the bottom carrier and get in line. 

“Yo!” I hear a familiar voice call as we get on. “We saved seats for you guys.”

Jay, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki have already gotten comfortable in the back of the bus. Niki was already asleep. Y/N couldn’t help but pat his head before settling down next to Jungwon. The bus wasn’t a school one but one of those fancy ones they bring out once a year. 

I sit down next to Sunghoon and dap him up. 

“What’s up.” I say while putting my backpack down by my feet. 

“Tired.” he says. “Valentina kept me up all night.”

I raise an eyebrow and he smirks. 

“For real?” I ask and he nods. “No way.”

“Yeah way.” he says and holds up a fist.

I fist bump him and pat him hard on the shoulder. 

“You’re a man now Sunghoon.” I congratulate him and he snickers. 

“What does that make you then?” 

“I’m taking my time alright? I’ll get there eventually.” I say, a little embarrassed. 

I look back to check out what she’s doing when we start to drive off. She’s fast asleep with her cheek pressed against Jungwon’s shoulder. He looks like he’s about to dose off too. Cute. 

Sunghoon and I watch a couple episodes of Death Note before we arrive at the airport. Sunoo shakes Y/N and Jungwon up. 

She’s still groggy as we walk into the airport and grabs onto my arm for leverage. My heart jumps a little. It’s not often that we touch despite how much I think about touching her. I could stare at her back all day. She could ignore me for the rest of my life and I’d still be happy to be in her presence. Mental note to all of you: do NOT let your feelings get to this point.

Soon we’re on the plane and she chooses to sit next me. I silently celebrate. Sunoo and Sungoon behind us, Heeseung and Niki next to us, and Jay and Jungwon in front of us. Sunoo pokes his head over her seat.

“Do you have chapstick I can borrow.” he asks with his blonde hair flopping over his forehead. 

She digs into her bag and hands him a small tin of lip balm.

“Thank you!” he says and she nods. 

“Are you that tired?” I ask her.

“Mhm,” she sighs and shuts her eyes. “I forgot to drink coffee this morning.”

I put in my AirPods and start to watch Lady Bird. She looks over and takes an AirPods out of my ear. 

“I wanna watch too.” she say and puts it in her own. 

We take off for the six hour trip and soon Y/N is sound asleep. Her head kept dropping forward so I pushed it up and pulled it to rest on my shoulder. This was not on purpose. I can’t help but snap a picture of her and add it to the good pictures of her album. She looks so peaceful and comfortable and gorgeous. I lay my head on hers for a moment before continuing the movie. 

Y/N’s POV

After two hours of unsatisfying sleep, and hour of gossip with Sunoo, and three hours of chit chat with Jake you finally arrive. You sit up and stretch as best as you can in the plane. You pull you backpack onto my back and get you luggage down from the overhead bin. It’s already five p.m. when we get off and your stomach is growling. 

We take another bus to the hotel and you can’t help but admire the city life as we drive there. 

You’re roomed with two other girls at the hotel but you don’t even bother unpacking. You know you’re gonna be in the boys’ room anyway.

Mrs. Gilroy gave us tonight to do whatever we wanted as long as we were back at the hotel by ten p.m. 

You sneak into Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon’s room as soon as you can. And when you get there, it’s already a mess.

“Good lord.” you say as you’re met with clothes all over the floor and mini bottles of liquor on the beds.

“You guys are drunk already?” you scrunch your nose and drop your stuff in a corner of the room.

“No.” Sunghoon says to you lazily with a little smirk on his face. You can’t help but giggle. Sunghoon is pretty adorable when he’s drunk. 

“Are you drunk too?” you turn to Jake and he shakes his head. His pink cheeks give him away though. “You’re all bad liars.”

“Lets go swim.” he says excitedly. 

“There’s a pool? I didn’t bring a swim suit.” you say, bummed.

“Can we go later, I’m hungry.” Jay says and you agree.

“Me too.” 

Jake tugs at your arm. “Come on~ we can order room service or ask Jay to get us something.”

“We can get you guys something.” Sunghoon says, pulling a hoodie over his head. 

“Please?” Jake looks at you with shiny eyes. He’s and adorable drunk too.

You purse your lips and sigh. “Fine. But I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Just wear shorts and a shirt.” Jake says as he tugs his swim trunks out of his suit case.

“I didn’t bring shorts because you said it was gonna be cold.” you complain, crossing your arms. 

“Uhm,” he stops for a moment. “you can wear my boxers then.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Huh?”

“What?” he looks at you. “They’re basically shorts. And they’re clean.”

You hesitate but then comply as always. He tosses you a pair of black Calvins.

You steal one of Jay’s shirts and make your way into the bathroom to change. You’re wearing a simple cotton bralette which should be fine for the pool. You bundle up the rest of your old clothes and stick them behind your backpack before heading out with Jake. 

The pool is empty and huge and is only light by the lights inside. 

“It’s so cold.” you rub at your arms as Jake sets your towels down at a seat.

“I’m sure the pool is heated.” he says and dips a toe in. “Yeah, it’s warm.” Before you can even reply, he tugs his shirt off and canon balls in. You turn your face to avoid getting splashed.

“How is it?” you call out as he emerges from the water. He shakes his hair around like a dog. 

“It’s warm so come in, you look funny standing there.” he teases and you roll your eyes. You kick your sneakers off and try to make a peaceful jump in but you didn’t realize you were in the deep end. It takes you a moment to get your senses together and swim to the surface.

“Why is it deep?” you say, a bit out of breath. 

Jake giggles at you. “Remember when we used to play and you were the mermaid and I was the-”

“Turtle companion.” you finish his sentence. “Yes, as clear as day.”

“Why couldn't I be a mermaid too? Why was a I a lame turtle.” he fusses.

“I’m sorry okay?” you laugh. “I was a mean child.”

“Yeah you were. I’ll never forgive you for shoving that clump of dirt in my mouth.” 

You burst out laughing, flailing your arms in the water to try to stay afloat. “You deserved it!”

“I did not!” he protests. 

“You cheated in handball! It was one hundred percent deserved.” you say, swimming over to him.

“I barely cheated!” he calls out, starting to swim away from you.

“Barely? I would’ve won and been champion of our grade if you hand’t pulled that shit!” you say, still laughing and swimming after him.

“Why are you chasing me?” he says while hopping around the pool where he can touch the ground.

“So I can shove another clump of dirt in your mouth.” you try your best to get him but your heavy cotton shirt is holding you back. You don’t let it stop you though. 

You finally get to him and tug his arm. He yells as you push him underwater. He finds the ground though, and shoots up soon after. 

“Are you trying to drown me?” he looks at you, astonished but giggly. 

“Maybe.” you shrug before tackling him again. It had been a while since you two wrestled like this. 

You’ve got him under water for a bit until he finds your rib cage and plunges you in. It’s hard to hold your breath while you’re laughing. You feel around for him and pinch his thigh only semi hard. He lets you go after that. 

“I won!” you celebrate with your fists in the air.

“You used pain, that isn't fair.” he rubs at the area that you pinched. 

“Don’t be a sore loser. I won fair and square.” you cross your arms.  “Fine.” he admits his defeat. “that pinch hurt though, come kiss it better.”

Your face twists. “Nuh uh.” you say plainly. 

“Please?” he asks. “I will drown myself right now.” You laugh at him. 

“I will do it!” he insists.

“Okay, okay! I’m not to going to kiss your leg you weirdo but I’ll give you a hug.” you float over to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I even pinched you lighter than I normally would.”

“I’m sensitive.” he says into your neck and you giggle. 

His arms feel so right around your waist and you struggle to decide when to let go, so you just don’t, and neither does he. He holds you decently tight and you feel him pat your back. 

You’ve hugged plenty of times before but it felt a little different this time. Probably because you’re pressed up against his bare skin. It makes you feel a bit sheepish. 

You pull away from him. “Feel better now?” 

He nods with a smile. His cheeks are pink, but this time it’s not from the liquor. 

Jake’s POV

I can’t help but feel disappointed when she lets go of me. 

I shouldn’t have patted her back that's a dad thing to do. 

Her makeup has started to run down her face which makes me giggle.

“What?” she asks.

“Your mascara is making you look crazy.” I say and her hands fly to her face.

“Shit I forgot I had it on.” she attempts to wipe it away but all it does is smear it across her face. 

“Here,” I say and float over to her. “I’ll help you.” this was not on purpose.

I hold her face as gently as I can in my hands and rub the runny mascara off with my thumbs. I dip my fingers into the water to get all of the bits off. 

I want to kiss her so badly, but I know that I’ll never do it. Sometimes I get irritated at myself for not being able to confess. I think Jay and Sunghoon get irritated about it too. 

“You talk about her all the time man just ask her out.”

I don't know why I can’t do it. If she rejects me she’ll do it nicely and things would go back to normal pretty soon. But I don’t think I could live knowing that my feelings would never be reciprocated. Sometimes I get a feeling that she likes me too but I can never be too sure. 

“All gone.” I say and she thanks me. 

She lets her self float on her back. She has a small smile on her face and she’s so pretty I could cry. There have been multiple times where I nearly cried over how much I like her.

“What are your thinking about?” I ask.

“You know I never know how to answer that.” she bleats. “My mind always goes blank when you ask.”

“Well try to remember what you were thinking about then.” 

“Us.” she says plainly.  “Us?” I questioned. “What about us?” “I don’t know, just how I met you guys and how happy I am to be friends with you all.” she says. 

Oh. She meant all of us. 

“Yeah me too.” I agree, trying not to sound down. “Who’s your favorite?”

She snorts. “I don’t have a favorite.”

“Of course you do,” I say. “and it better be me.”

“Why would it be you?” she jeers. 

I frown. “Because we met first.”

“I’m kidding, of course you’re my favorite.” she admits.

“And why is that?” I egg her on and she rolls her eyes. 

“Because we met first.”

I sigh. “Is that all?”

“Mhm.” she says. 

Y/N’s POV

You’re met with InNOut that Sunghoon and Jay got and also a room full of teenage boys. The younger ones were laying on their stomachs on a bed together, watching something on a laptop. Sunghoon and Jay were trying to watch t.v. You say trying because of the furious clicking on the remote. 

“What the hell are you guys trying to do?” you and Jake plop onto the one empty bed.

“Trying to find the porn.” Jay grumbles.

“Infront of the children?” you look over at the younger ones.

“They don’t care they’re watching YouTube.” he says, still clicking. 

You take a bite of your burger. “You have an endless arena of porn on your phone why do you want the t.v. one?”

“The t.v. makes it special.” Sunghoon says. 

“Weird.” you mutter to yourself.  “They’re probably gonna make you pay for it too.” Jake chimes in. 

“Do you think it’ll go to the school’s credit card or whatever?” Jay asks with wide eyes.

“I don't know but if it does they’ll know it’s from our room.” he says through a full mouth. 

You grab pajamas out of your bag and head to the bathroom to shower. 

You come out feeling fresh and the younger ones have gone back to their room now. 

“My turn,” Jake says, walking into the bathroom. 

You sit next to Sunghoon on his bed and start scrolling through your phone. 

“Should I get this sweater or this one.” he holds his phone up to you and shows you light blue sweater and a black one.

“Second one.” you say.

“Really?” he questions. “I feel like it’ll make me look emo.”

“You should become emo honestly. It would look good.” you reply and he chuckles. 

“You’d have to help me with my eyeliner every morning.”

“Yeah,” you giggle “wait can I do it right now? I wanna see how you’d look.”

“Right now?” he cocks a brow and you nod. “Okay but don’t give me raccoon eyes.”

“I won’t I won’t.” you rush over to your bag and bring your make clutch to the bed. 

“Hold still.” you tell him as you give him smokey winged liner.

“It tickles.” he says, trying not to blink too much.

“Beauty is pain.” you clean up the wing with your nail. 

In a couple minutes you’re done. “Finished." you say.

“Lemme see.” he grabs a hand mirror from your clutch and holds it up to his face. “Hold on. This looks kinda good.”

“Right?” you had to admit it; he looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so pretty?” Jay says from his bed. 

Soon Jake came out of the shower and it was hard to deny how good looking he is especially with his damp hair. How could someone make a t-shirt and sweats look so good? He dumps his laundry by his bag. 

“Does Sunghoon have makeup on?” he asks, settling onto his bed.

“Yeah doesn’t it looks nice?” you ask and he agrees. 

“Y/N are you gonna sleep here or in your room.” Jay asks.

“I thought I would just sleep on the floor here.” you suggest and he furrows his brows. 

“No that’s mean. Share a bed with someone.”

“You should sleep with Jake.” Sunghoon elbows you in the side and you shoot him a dirty look. “We all know he wants you to anyway.”

“Fuck off Sunghoon.” Jake looks over at him with a piercing stare, a contrast to his pink cheeks. 

“Is it okay if I do?” you ask him and he nods.

“Yeah for sure.”

Sunghoon snickers. 

“I hate you.” Jake scowls. 

After a couple hours of watching movies and horsing around it’s nearly midnight and your eyes are getting heavy. 

You crawl under the covers and scroll on your phone a bit before trying to sleep. Despite how tired you are it’s hard to sleep with the boys chatting and snickering to each other. 

“Can you guys quiet down?” you ask them.

“Sorry.” Jay says. 

After maybe an hour of sleep, you feel someone get on the bed. Probably Jake, you think to yourself. His little sighs as he gets comfortable are cute. 

“You awake?” he whispers. 

“Mm?” you turn on your side to face him. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” he says. The room is dark but the moonlight helps you make out the outline of his face. 

‘What’s up?” you ask.

“Nothin.” he says and you giggle.

“Okay weirdo. Go to bed.” you close your eyes, stilling facing him though. 

“I’m not tired.” he says.

“Count sheep.”

“That never works for me.” he sighs. “Sing me to sleep.”

You try to slap him in the arm but you end up hitting his face. “Oh shit sorry!”

“Ow!” he whines. “Why do you keep hurting me?”

“It was an accident!” you whisper and rub at his cheek a bit. 

“Now I actually deserve a hug.” he pouts and you roll your eyes.

“You are not five years old.”

“I still want the hug.” he says plainly and you sigh.

“Fine.” you scooch over to him and pull him into your chest. You pat his back. “There there. Better now?”

He shakes his head. “It still hurts.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself.” you scoff. 

“I have no shame when it comes to your affection, you should know that by now.” he smiles.

You feel his arm fall over your waist and his hand slide up your back. It gives you goosebumps.

You’re cuddling with him. You guys are cuddling right now. You think to yourself. No you’re not, you’re just...hugging. Right?

Jake pulls away to look at you. “I need to tell you something.”

“Are you gonna say your mom again?” you ask and he shakes his head. 

“No,” he says giggling. “it’s something for real.” 

“Okay what is it?”

He takes a sharp inhale. “I like you.” he winces. 

Your heart jumps a bit. “I know.”

“What?” he laughs.  “You’re very obvious about it.” you chuckle.  “Are you rejecting me?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“I would never.” you pull him in by the back of neck and push your lips against his.

[windhamsrotunda]

Roman Reigns - You Look Even Better Than The Photos (FULL PART)

KEY WORD(S) - R/N MEANS READER'S NAME LIKE YOUR NAME {Y/N}.

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns x Female Reader!

Category: SMUT / NSFW

Summary / Theme: Roman is frustrated tonight, but the head of the table will get his frustration changed quick when he sees his girlfriend in the middle of the night.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Smut! | Angst! | Aggressive Dom! | 17+ READERS ONLY!

Word Count: 4,000k+

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As he stepped into the luxurious shower of his bathroom, Roman cleansed himself with body wash. Scrubbing down those dead skin cells layered on his skin, the scent of strawberry and peppermint spewed the room. White fog sprays the whole bathroom, the temperature of the shower scolding hot. Roman’s fingertips stroked against his scalp, digging in deep roughly as the water from the pearly white shower head screamed down on him. A few minutes later spent in taking the shower head off the holder to wash himself down, Roman turned the knob to the shower off and grabbed a towel off the towel rack.

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped his body like a grave digger wrapping a deceased human in soiled dirt. Shaking off the excess water from his hair, then he blow dried his masculine, black Samoan long hair. Setting the black blow dryer down, Roman stared at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror, unrecognizable to see. He sprinted a hand through his hair quickly and got the remaining tangles out of his hair. Fingertips delicate like layers of daffodils overlapped over fields of fresh green grass. Eyebrows furrowed downward, he got dressed to head out to the real world.

Running out the door with keys in one hand grasped and phone in the other, the tribal chief headed towards his richened black Lamborghini car and got in. Turning the key to the ignition, he backed out of the driveway and put on GPS to go to his girlfriend’s house. Scuffing his face while driving, Roman glanced at his phone receiving a message from his girlfriend:  

Reader’s Name {R/N}: ‘’You coming to my party?’’  

Roman: ‘’Perhaps I will’’.  

Focusing on driving after the little text he received, he thought about her. He did not know she was having a party at 9:30pm at night; Although he got backhanded by her text, he thought it was just going to be him and her alone. No, he was pissed. She should’ve told him she was going to invite friends over. Arriving at her house at about 9:45pm, Roman kept his cool. Not making a ferocious scene, his girlfriend opened the door to where the house was filled with busy activity like bees in a beehive. ‘’Hey babe,’’ she greeted with her drink in her hand, going in for a grasped hug. The head of the table clamped his arm around her, fingers dug into her back. ‘’You okay?’’ she winced a tiny bit at his fingers digging into her back.

‘’Keep our business on the low-low,’’ Roman whispered, taking her hand into his.

‘’What...?’’ His girlfriend said slowly, walking into the crowd of different people she invited over. Approximately 30 people in the house, the music overpowered their conversation.

‘’Let’s go into another room,’’ He suggested to his girlfriend.  

‘’I want to hang out with my friends, though----’’ He cut her off abruptly.

‘’No, you’re staying with me whether you like it or not!’’ Roman boomed, his lips pressed together.

‘’I’m leaving.’’ She pushed her way through the tribal chief, he was left with a sour attitude. Crossing his arms pressed against his chest, Roman Reigns was not the man to mess around with tonight. He walked away from where he was standing on his own two feet and went around to find his cynical girlfriend.

‘’R/N!’’ He hollered through the buzzing music, his pupils large and filled with anger and hate. He now couldn’t find his girlfriend; his plans were ruined! A tall adult jock had bumped into Roman, spilling his drink onto his darkened clothing.  

‘’Oops,’’ He sarcastically said, as he went on his way. He scowled, Roman gritted his teeth to attempt from violently throwing the jock to the ground viciously. He moved on to keep searching for his girlfriend R/N in the crowd of people at her huge house.

‘’Have you seen her?’’ Roman’s eyebrows furrowed; his face heated up with angriness. He was about to explode if she didn’t come announced.

‘’No man, what I am assuming is she probably went outside,’’ One of R/N’s friends told him, pointing with one finger towards the slider door.  

‘’Thanks,’’ He scoffed, storming off to the white slider door, forcefully sliding it open and slamming it shut behind him. ‘’R/N!’’ his lungs shacked in his vocal cords; his eyes were an orange fire. Steam blowing off on the top of his head.  

‘’What do you want?’’ She turned her body frame to face Roman, there, she was sitting on a wooden log with her legs crossed next to a blazing campfire.  

‘’It’s you that I want to speak to!’’ He grunted, forcefully coming at her. ‘’They don’t call me the tribal chief for nothing,’’ Roman stated, as if he were giving a promo. R/N cocked her head up from her iPhone, setting it down.  

‘’Listen, sweetheart. I am sorry----’’ He cut her off with a firm ‘’You better be sorry,’’ look. Aggressiveness and dominance in his whole complexion, his shoulders laid back, his mean pissed off look meant something to her. In order to calm the Samoan man down, she had to actively spend time with him, and him only.

She was shaken by his aggressive tone, ‘’P-Please, if there is anything I can do to make this better.’’ She stuttered, her facial expression a sudden change from content into complete horror.

Roman pulled something out of his pocket, a familiar-looking object that was once his girlfriend’s.

‘’Remember this?’’ He asked, sly smirk curled upon his lips. R/N looked down at the bulky necklace hesitantly, she mouthed the words:

‘’Yes, yes I do.’’

‘’SPEAK TO ME!’’ Boomed Roman, his eyes poured into the soul of his girl which caught the attention from the other people inside. ‘’No, don’t look at them, look at me.’’ A small whimper came from her, she felt deep down inside she was being taken control over. She stood there motionlessly, arms stiffly by her sides. Not wanting to make eye contact at the head of the table, she cried quietly so he couldn’t hear her. ‘'Come on,’’ He urged, tugging away at her motionless arm stuck by her side. R/N was in mixed emotions as of yet, she didn’t know how to express herself towards her boyfriend. She had the courage to finally say this:

‘’R-Roman... I don’t feel comfortable, it’s just that—I need to go.’’  

He mimicked: ‘’I don’t feel comfortable. Why? Is it because I showed up unannounced and you decide to leave me after we didn’t spend time together in over 2 months? Is that what it is?’’ Before leaving, Roman realized his actions. How he affected her, she was left in tears. He needed to fix this or make this up to her. Being a heel was never an answer to solve for your problems. Especially his. The blazing campfire still lively, the heat pressed against Roman’s face from being so close to it, he had to sit down, think about what he did. Running a hand through his long, black hair, he had his arms clamped behind his back. Wanting the stormy rain that was about to arrive to take him alive. A huge lightning bolt struck across the gloomy sky; Roman wasn’t intimidated by this weather. All he wanted was R/N.

Back in the house, the party had seemed to die out. Besides, it was 11pm at night and it was storming. Everybody who attended her party had to scurry home to avoid from being caught by this hellions storm.

’Hey, you seem inconsolable. What happened?’’ R/N’s best friend asked in concern, stroking her shoulder.  

‘’My boyfriend,’’ Her shallow breath vocalized as she fought back her choked up bottled tears.  

‘’Oh, sweetie. Come here.’’ Her best friend pulled her into an embrace, telling her it would be okay and perhaps he will get over his hot-headedness. Roman, however, was still outside.

‘’Where is my boyfriend?’’ She asked out of nowhere, sensing he might be still outside, in which he was.

‘’He’s outside,’’ Her best friend explained, looking at the outside of the slider door. It was hard to see Roman outside, there was no glow in the orange, red fire. But her best friend knew for a fact he was outside. She scurried on her feet to open the slider door half open, she proclaimed:

‘’Roman! Come back inside!’’ He turned his head like a deer in the headlights, nodding in response. He got up from the log he was sitting upon and came back inside.

‘’I am so sorry...’’ R/N’s tears began to form in the creases of her e/c eyes, Roman’s hair was drenched from sitting in the pouring hard rain, almost shocked by a lightning bolt. He gave all his attention on her, but not her best friend. He wanted to be acknowledged. Walking up to her, he grazed his thumb across her jawline as her best friend watched.  

‘’Leave,’’ he muttered, eyes on her best friend. She backed away and left the house. It was now him and her. Roman took notes mentally of his girlfriend, how her posture was, and how heavy she was breathing. Skipping breaths, she took a step closer to her boyfriend Roman. The terrifying, once called baby face, she first met when he was considered a ‘’good guy’’.  He tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling, then eyes back on r/n.  

‘’Roman....’’ She breathed; her eye contact was on point so she made sure he didn’t do anything hell-riding. She could feel his presence, how desiring he was not to say ‘’no’’ to.  

He grabbed a chair from the empty person kitchen, and straddled the chair.  

‘’Sit,’’ he firmly said, eyes furrowed this time. As she made her way to Roman, he lifted her body weight up and sat her on his lap. Legs stretched over at the end of the chair; r/n was surprised by a deepened kiss from her boyfriend Roman. He kissed her deeply, there they sat, in the chair the two of them comfortably. She straightened out her narrow spine to adjust in his lap, his fingertips touching her bare back. Her fixed gaze focused on the tribal chief; he could feel her heart beat rapidly pound in her chest. R/N was tensed up, he gave a question: ‘’Why are you so tense?’’

She blankly stared into his pupils, snapping a finger in front of her face, she unfocused on him and shook her head.  

‘’I said, why are you so tense?’’ This time with more aggressive tone, he chuckled lightly at the reaction she gave him. ‘’Now that you’re acknowledging me, I say I am your tribal chief.’’ He brushed up against her, he rubbed the nape of her neck, earning a slight whimper from his girlfriend r/n.  

‘’I-I am nervous,’’ she states, being completely honest with the head of the table rubbing the part of her neck where he touched her there. He laughed at her response; he crinkled his nose up.  

‘’You’re telling me, I’m making you nervous?’’ He cooed, his hand wrapped around her hair now. ‘’What if the blinds are open...?’’ r/n panicked, wondering if her best friend will come back and find her straddled on Roman’s lap.

‘’I’ll make damn sure they’re not.’' He growled, getting impatient with her. ‘’After all, you’re in the hands at the head of the table now.’’ She nodded slowly, finally acknowledging what he was telling her. It’s like she was deeply under his spell. Roman shifted his body weight facing the front of the chair, with r/n still on his lap. He got up quickly, scaring her for a second like he was about to drop her on the hardwood floors. '’Chill out,’’ he growled deeply, rolling his eyes. Tension grew between r/n and Roman as she hugged his leg. ‘’Off,’’ he demanded.

‘’Yes, tribal chief.’’ She stammered, crawling on her hands and knees now away from her boyfriend. The 6’3 Samoan man followed her to where she was going, perhaps to the upstairs basement. He smirked, watching her crawl up the stairs in awe as her bottom swayed in front of him. He grew with desire, wanting her. His veins throbbed in his neck, his bare chest from where he removed his shirt off bellowed up and down. Roman’s shoulders slugged back, basically enjoying himself. His girlfriend finally got up off the floor from army-crawling, walking normally towards the upstairs basement where she stored her necklaces and jewelry and other things in there. He followed right behind her, then closing the door to the basement and flipping on the light without any effort.

‘’God why you have to do this to me, baby girl?’’ Roman fingers tapped on his leg impatiently, waiting for some slight approval. She was getting rid of her shyness, then she placed her phone on her big wooden dresser stored in the basement where there was nothing on it. She gave the ‘’one second’’ finger gesture to him, and put on: ‘’The Hills – The Weeknd Slowed and Reverbed’’

INTRO:

Your man on the road, he doin' promo

You said, "Keep our business on the low-low"

I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone

'Cause you look even better than the photos.

This was r/n and Roman’s song to dance to, he blinked slowly while she swayed back and forth in front of him. The song slowed speed wasn’t any ordinary slowed verbed song to dance to, but it was meant to be in a romanticization way. He growled, she turned the volume up to drain his groans and growls of frustration. He took it out on her by slamming her on the dresser, she winced in pain as he grabbed her neck softly.  

‘’You’re going to be a good girl for the tribal chief, got it?’’ He firmly states, she nods in response, enjoying a little bit of pain produced in her body. She choked softly, crying out the words:

‘’Yes.’’

He lifted her up and set her down on the dresser top, he kissed her deeply enough to sweep her off her feet. Her garden was in heat, her face flushed bright red wanting the head of the table to take over her. Feeling extremely confident, she laid her shoulders down on the head of the surface of the dresser, body shifted upwards.

I only call you when it's half past five

The only time that I'll be by your side

She arches her head up, he kisses her neck gently, biting down earning a yelp from her. A bead of sweat pooled down the side of the face of Roman, his fingernails dug into both of r/n’s sides until she yelped more. Wincing at the pain again, he smacks her across the face.

‘’Who is your head of the table?’’ He asks her, smacking her again this time on the rim of her bottom before she could answer.

‘’Y-You.’’ She choked; teary eyes filled like a waterfall lasting for a lifetime.  

His lips curled into a smirk, her legs stretched and wrapped around his torso, r/n’s hair fell upon his tattooed chest, strands of hair touching delicately at the peak of his nips. The song continued to play through the speaker of her phone, he made fiery love to her on a cold wooden dresser, he was rough and quick; Roman’s body weight sprawled on top of her, wildly thrusting in her treasured garden as she cried out. Her acrylic nails dug deep into his flesh of his back, giving one last thrust his collapsible lungs screamed out: ‘’R/N!’’, spilling and pulling out of her.  

‘’Da-Damn.’’ He wheezes, a look of concern appears on the face of his girlfriend.

‘’You--- You okay?’’

‘’Now that I’ve got you to admire me, yes.’’ He chuckled darkly, breath all weakened out.

Attempting to stay in character, Roman’s chuckle switched over into a devious smirk. ‘’I’m not done with you, yet.’’

A look of surprise read all over the face of r/n, thinking mentally: ‘’Fucker.’’

She kissed him passionately, then pulling away to catch her breath. He twirled her hair with one finger,

‘’Pretty baby girl.’’ He spoke. She blushed in response, the dominant, Samoan man had her on her knees. He pushed her head towards his manhood, "I can see you're soaked for me? Huh?" He cooed once more, "You can release that anger out all on the chief anytime, baby girl."

R/n whined in response, like he was teasing her. Before diving her mouth onto his manhood, Roman reached down her garden, rewarding her by rubbing her folds softly.

"Mhhh!" He growled, yanking her head deeper by making her choke on him. "Good, that's it. Adknowledge me as your chief." She bobbed, her jaw getting sore from fucking him. "Ah-ah yeah...." Roman mouthed his girlfriend harder, releasing and pulling out again. His face looking like this:

"God." His breath all weary, the tribal chief spent hourless sex with his girlfriend r/n, rough and dominant until his body collapsed onto her.

"Yes! Yes!" R/n exclaimed, the four walls echoing throughout the basement while she's getting pounded. Flesh hitting against flesh heard through the upstairs basement, Roman growled in her ear,

"You like when you're claimed by the chief!? HMM!?" He exclaimed back, slapping her rear end dominantly. Crying in response, she nodded.

"I-I love you----" Before finishing off her sentence, she passed out heavily in his arms. He strokes her hair with one hand, arm draped over the naked torso of his girlfriend r/n.

"That's how it's supposed to be," he whispered into his sleeping girlfriend's ear, leaving a hickey on her pale neck before getting changed and exiting her house. He left her a little note saying:

"Hope you had a fun time tonight. Love, Roman"

R/n woke up the next day, finding the note by her stomach. She picked it up, smiling softly to herself. "I'm the luckiest woman to be considered his girlfriend."

Roman was at home, he texted r/n:

Roman: Hey baby girl, I am sorry I gotten all dominant on you last night; it was to teach you a lesson and claim you're mine. You know, there will be consequences once you piss the head of the table off.

A buzz came from her phone, she read and text back.

R/n: No, it's okay honey. I love your dominant side; It's sexy as fuck on you anyway.

Roman: That's my girl.

A/N - Thank you for reading! Hoped you guys enjoyed!

[thefallennightmare]

Hard to Love [19/?]

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 2748

Warnings: this story will have mentions of abuse, mental and physical so please read at your own risk. Some swearing, angst, and a good amount of fluff. Maybe some smut if I'm feeling frisky.

Summary: After moving to a new town all on her own, Reader would do anything for a stable job and income. Even if that means housekeeping for one of Boston's eligible bachelors. What she didn't expect was finding herself falling in love with him and finding him out about the past that she was running from.

A/N: I couldn’t leave you guys hanging all night! TBH, I’m not sure how much longer this series is going to go. I’ve got a few things in my brain but well see how long this lasts! As always, enjoy :) 

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Chris’ POV. 

A broken sigh fell from my lips as I sat on the back patio, Scott and my mom sitting at the table next to me. They had been here for the morale support, knowing that if I was still left alone, I would have gone insane. 

The bags under my eyes had darken, my facial hair had grown longer than I usually like; I hadn’t had the will to shave. My long hair was matted on my head, refusing to get off the couch to shower. I didn’t want to risk missing her phone call. 

“How long has it been?” Scott asked, his voice breaking the last ten minute silence. 

I looked at my watch and choked back a sob. “Almost 48 hours.” 

“They’ll find her, honey,” My mom rubbed my back. 

Running a hand over my face, I nodded. “I keep thinking that if we haven't fought that night, she would be home right now. I can’t believe those were my last words to her. What if that’s all she's going to remember if she di-.” 

I wasn’t able to finish my sentence, a loud sob replacing my words. 

“Chris, you can’t think like that. You have to think positive.” Scott stated. 

“How can I?!” I yelled while I stood to my feet, the chair scraping on the pavement.

“Her crazy ex husband has her! For all the cops know, he could have killed her the second he hit her with the bat!” 

My voice was deep and bellowed through my backyard. Thankfully it was only us outside so I didn't need to explain myself to anyone. 

The news of Y/N’s kidnapping unfortunately had been on every news channel local to Boston and Chad’s face was plastered all over social media, hoping any tips would pour in. My phone had non stop messages from family, friends, and fans. A lot of the fans thought it was a hoax since I hadn’t said one word about it. 

“Any tips come in online?” My mother asked. 

“Nothing, everyone thinks it’s a hoax,” I sighed. 

“Why don’t you say something?” Scott suggested. 

I looked at him skeptically. “I don’t know how that would help.” 

“You have a huge fanbase, Chris; especially around Boston. It doesn't hurt,” Scott said. 

Sucking on my bottom lip, I tossed the thought around in my head, back and forth back and forth, until I decided with a nod. Someone would be able to find something. 

I stepped away from them while pulling out my phone and clicked the live button on Instagram, taking a deep breath beforehand. The light had turned green, indicating I was live. 

“Hey everyone. I’m sure a lot of you heard the news about Y/N. First off, I want to say that it is true. She was abducted a few blocks from here almost 48 hours ago. The cops have evidence that her ex is behind it but they’re having trouble finding where he took her.” 

I ran a hand through my hair and continued. “We’ve been together for almost a year and she means the world to me; almost as much as Dodger. Hell, even more than Dodger. She’s everything to me, I need her back home. So if any of you have any information please pass it along to Boston PD. Or you can even send it to me but please, I beg you, serious leads only. I love her. Let’s bring Y/N home. Thank you guys, you are simply the best fans. I love you all.” 

The live ended and immediately I noticed the outpouring coming from everyone that had watched the live, letting me know that Y/N was in their prayers and that they would help bring her home. 

A few tears rolled off my cheeks and I let out a shaky breath, holding back the sobs. My mom snuck up behind me and wrapped herself around me, pulling into a much needed hug. 

My body crumbled in her embrace and the sobs became louder, burning our ears. I could help but grip my fingers into my moms back, even if she was shorter than I, but suddenly I was a little kid again. She always knew when I needed a hug or a shoulder to cry on. She knew exactly what I needed to get over heartbreak and she knew exactly when to back off when I needed space. 

Right now I needed her. 

After a few moments, I finally pulled away from her and thanked her with a kiss to the cheek. 

“Thanks mom,” I forced a smile to my face. 

“Of course,” she cupped my cheek, “I’m going to make you something to eat.” 

I went to protest but she immediately hushed me, saying that I looked like I hadn’t eaten in days. 

It was true. 

“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay with you?” My mother asked.

Scott sat behind the wheel while I leaned against the window of the passenger side in front of my mom. They stayed for a few hours after dinner and when the clock struck seven, I knew that they should head back home to rest; they’d been by my side all day. 

 “I’ll be fine, I’ve got Dodger.” I nodded. 

“Chris,” she tsked. 

“Ma, I’ll be fine. If I need anything, I’ll call.” I reassured her. 

Her hand rested on my cheek and with sad eyes, she nodded. “She’ll come home.” 

“I know. What’s killing me is not knowing-.” 

“Chris?” 

Looking to my left, my shocked eyes watched in horror as the figure walked towards me. I scurried away from Scott’s car, closer to the figure. She looked broken, bare feet tore up with cuts, but what caused my lips to tremble was the blood that covered her dress. 

“Y/N?” My lips quivered. “Baby?” 

Readers POV.

The soles of my heels burned with every step I took, closer and closer to my destination. The pavement scratched and cut my bare skin and I hissed in pain after every few steps. I wasn’t sure how long I had been walking but knew that I had a bit more to go. 

A soft breeze tangled around my legs, causing the cuts to sting and I let out another hiss of pain. I pulled the jacket closer around me, blocking out the view from anyone I had walked past, which thankfully wasn’t many. I was in a part of town that the scene of me, disheveled and cut all over was nothing new. I could feel all parts of my hair was matted and stuck to my face, the sweat and blood dried a long time ago. 

As the sun began to set, I knew I had to make it back before dark. This part of town was worse at night, but compared to what I had endured, that didn’t scare me. Nothing could scare me anymore. 

Time passed slowly as the streets started to become familiar and as my tired feet turned the corner, the familiar three story home that had all those windows slowly came into view. The closer I got, the bigger the windows looked. My heart leaped into my chest when I saw him leaning against a car, talking with someone I couldn’t see. It didn’t matter, however, all that mattered what that I had made it back; back home to him. 

“Chris?” My voice was raw and broken, barley coming past my lips. 

He pushed himself off the car, taking large strides towards me. His hand outstretched and shook, afraid that I wasn’t real. 

“Y/N? Baby?” 

Everything seemed to slow as I stood in front of him, broken and a mess, knowing that with the look in his eyes that he hadn’t slept since I left. 

“Is that...blood? Oh, god, please tell me it isn’t blood,” he cried, pulling me into his arms. 

I broke down in a sobbing mess in his chest, the hell from the past few days finally catching up to me. 

“It’s not mine,” I choked between sobs. 

“Shh, it’s alright. I’ve got you,” Chris cooed, large hands rubbing circles on my back. 

His body shook with sobs, happy that I had found my way home and sad from everything that happened to me. 

“We should get you to a hospital, baby.” Chris cupped my face. 

I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine but I couldn’t force myself to close the distance; thankfully Chris understood. 

“I’m fine,” I tried to fight. 

“You’re not fine, Y/N. Please, let me take you to the hospital.” Chris begged with sad eyes. 

Eventually I nodded. I didn’t want to go to the hospital because I knew the cops would get called which meant I had to tell them what happened; something I wasn’t ready to tell. 

Silence was all we heard, threatening to pull us in deeper, as we waited for the doctor to return with the officer; they wanted to go over everything with them in the room. I agreed.  

Chris had his eyes trained hard on the floor, his body unreadable. 

“Chris?” My voice was quiet. 

He slowly looked up. “Do you need something?” 

I nodded and patted the spot next to me on the hospital bed. “Can you sit with me? I really need you right now.” 

In a flash he was up from the chair in the corner of the room and by my side, arm wrapped around my shoulder. He kissed my forehead and the warm gesture was enough to slowly heal my heart. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” 

We both looked in the doorway and Chris greeted an officer and the doctor. 

“Baby, this is Officer Ramirez, she’s handing your case.” Chris informed me. 

The word sounded so wrong coming from his lips; your case. 

“Are you feeling alright?” The officer asked. 

I shrugged. “Better than I was earlier. The drugs helped ease the pain.” 

“Are you alright if I go over the results in front of him?” The doctor suddenly asked while nodding toward Chris. 

Linking our fingers together, I nodded. “He’s my boyfriend. He was with me for the tests, he’s staying for the results. 

It was the doctors turn to nod. “Alright. So you have two bruised ribs, a laceration to your neck, hip and hand which we all stitched up. Some bruising on your face, a black eye, and a few minor cuts on your face as well. You do have a slight concussion so do take it easy for the next week. The bottom of your feet are severely cut up and we pulled quite a few debris out of them so I recommend staying off your feet as well.” 

Chris stumbled over his words, trying to ask the one question that burned in his mind. Even though I reassured him countless times, he still needed to hear the doctor say it. 

“What about the rape kit?” He finally breathed out. 

“Negative. There was no sign of trauma and no foreign fluids. I don’t know how you survived, Ms. Y/L/N, but you are a fighter. I’ll leave you alone with Officer Ramirez.” 

After she left the room, I stole a glance at Chris who’s shoulders had eased up a bit, knowing that I wasn’t raped. I knew that it was on his mind the whole time I was gone and since I came back. 

“Are you up for giving your statement now?” Officer Ramirez asked. 

I nodded. “I need to.” 

Chris went to leave but I placed my hand on his thigh to stop him. “Please don’t leave me.” 

He nodded. “Okay, I’m right here.” 

Taking a deep breath, it came out shaky as I started telling them exactly what happened to me. 

“He had me in a run down motel room across town, I knew it was across town when I was able to escape. When he was getting ready to put on a condom,” I felt Chris’ body stiffen next to me, “I saw the knife he’d brought on the table next to the bed and I didn’t even think about it; I went for it.” 

“He was too fast and grabbed the knife before I was even off the bed. He used it on my, cutting up parts of my body. He didn’t care how loud I screamed or writhed in pain, he liked it.” 

“Uh, after he smacked my head against the wall for trying to escape, he handcuffed me to the bedpost so he could run out for something. I couldn’t hear what he said, my head was throbbing in pain. He was gone for quite awhile and I stayed locked to the bed the entire time. I remember feeling how warm and sticky my blood was as it dripped from my body.” 

I cried out, my hands shaking with the awful memories. 

Chris wrapped his arms around me to calm me down and looked at Officer Ramirez. “Can we finish this another time?” 

“No,” I shook my head while pulling away from his chest. “I have to tell them where his body is.” 

Chris’ head snapped over to me, his mouth falling agape. “Don’t say another word, Y/N. Not until I get you a lawyer.” 

“Damnit Chris, I don't want a lawyer! I did nothing wrong!,” I yelled. “That bastard, after he finally came back and unhandcuffed me, he passed out drunk in the bed next to me. I thought about running out but I knew that he would find me again. He felt me get out of bed and pulled me back down. We fought for the knife and he kept punching me in the head, smacking me against the wall. All I had was one second as he wiped my blood from his hand to reach for the knife, pushing it deep into his chest!” 

My cheeks were soaked with tears, replaying the memory of the knife going into Chad’s heart over and over again. How easily the knife slid into his chest and the sound it made hurt my ears. 

“I was so scared of what I had done that I sat in the corner of the room in the fetal position while his body went cold and ridged. I finally was able to will myself up and stole this dress from the laundry room of the hotel and walked all the way home.” 

Chris looked at me, completely helpless and broken, but knew that I needed him more than ever. While he had me in his arms, Chris looked over to the officer. 

“It’s clear what this is,” He stated. 

She nodded. “The defense attorney won’t be pressing any charges. We only needed to get her statement.” 

Chris and her chatted for a few more moments, her saying that she would be in touch, and it was finally Chris and I alone. 

“You alright?” He pulled my chin up to meet his eyes. 

“I was afraid I was going to die,” I admitted, “The only thing that kept me alive was thinking of you.” 

“You’re incredibly strong, Y/N.” Chris breathed in my hair, savoring my scent. 

Even though I was still covered in blood and sweat, not being able to shower until they collected evidence, I still smelled divine to him. 

We found ourselves laying in the hospital bed, my head on his chest, and I could feel his heart beating rapidly through his chest. 

“You can relax, I’m home now.” I reassured him. 

A stray tear fell from his eyes and I was quick to wipe it away. 

“I thought I lost you. I kept replaying our last words to each other in my head and blamed myself for what happened.” Chris admitted with a shaky breath. 

“No,” I cupped his cheek, “None of this is your fault; or mine. I’m sorry I ever compared you to him.” 

“Don’t apologize. I was being an asshole,” he stated. 

“I just want to move past this,” I sighed while laying my head back on his chest. 

Chris agreed with a kiss to my forehead. 

“I love you,” he muttered against it. 

My head shot up, looking into his eyes to see if he meant what he had just admitted. 

“What?” I asked. 

“I love you,” he said again, not missing a beat. 

Getting through the last 48 hours of hell had been worth it because not only had I survived, I made it back home to the man that loved me and who I loved. 

“I love you too,” I pressed my lips to his, feeling the familiar taste encase my tongue. 

There was a long road to recovery in front of me but I knew that it would be an easy one to walk; with Chris by my side.

[mistical52]

Death Makes a Villain Out of Us

I'm putting this up for 'Going Angst Week'. But It's also in the same AU as the comic I'm working on. Just as a warning please read the tags first. I also have this on Ao3 if you like that format better. Prompt: Death.

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Valerie's breath caught in her throat and squeezed at her lungs. Her heart pounded at an odd rhythm. Oh god, oh god.

Valerie had dropped by Mr Masters mansion to get some upgrades to her suit before she headed to college for the day. But when her suit pinged a massive amount of ghost energy in the area Valerie didn't wait for an invite and burst into the mansion. She then followed the energy and hoped that Mr Masters was safe.

But when Valerie reached the lab, she knew it was bad.

Even in the dim light, Valerie could see the carnage. The lights were blown and most of the light illuminating the lab came from the ghost portal at the far wall. Instruments were destroyed and scattered across the floor. The lab glowed faintly with splatters of ectoplasm which painted the lab in its unnatural horror. Valerie saw no traces of ghosts upstairs, so whatever it was it must have come out of the portal. There was no other way in. Unless the ghost somehow got past Mr Masters’ ghost shield.

Then Valerie saw it and instantly bile rose and she had to force back her gut wrenching gag.

There was blood on the floor, accompanied by chunks of something Valerie couldn't name. She wasn't even sure it was human. Until she saw the largest part. And those, those were definitely ribs. Fuck they were human ribs still connected to the spine, and some muscle. Whoever that was, they were completely torn apart.

Valerie took a shaky step towards it and god, oh god, there was a tie around the person's neck. She recognised that tie.

Valerie started shaking. That person who was scattered across the lab was Vlad Masters.

How was she going to tell Danny that Mr Masters was dead too?

Valerie took a step back and looked anywhere other than at what was left of Mr Masters.

That's when she spotted another light source, it looked like pale blue fire.

Her suit was beeping at her. A ghost was right in front of her. Valerie focused on the fire and saw the rest of the form. Valerie wasn't sure about the size of the ghost, they were hunched over something Valerie couldn't see. They had green skin and pointed ears.

Instincts took over steading her hands and calming her breaths, "Hands up ghost," Valerie spat as she raised her gun. That ghost had killed Mr Masters. She would avenge him.

The ghost stiffened then glanced over their shoulder.

Blood red eyes locked with hers and that sent chills straight through her spine.

The ghost turned back to whatever they were holding and started to gently brush it.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"I don't care," came a cracked whisper.

"You killed Vlad Masters and I'm going to get payback. Now stand up and face me!"

"He deserved it!" The ghost hissed his voice deep and unnatural. He clutched tighter to what was on his lap.

Then Valerie noticed the shoes sticking out from the ghost's lap. Dread filled her gut. She knew those shoes.

"Get the fuck away from them!" Valerie growled.

The ghost's gaze snapped to Valerie and it snarled, showing its fangs.

Valerie's gun whined as it powered up, "Get away from Dani you monster!"

The ghost slipped Dani from his lap and in one fluid motion spun to face Valerie with his feet planted on the ground between Dani and Valerie.

"You can't have her. I won't let you take her!" The ghost snarled.

Valerie shot and the ghost threw up a shield.

With the new light, Valerie got a better look at the ghost. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the familiar symbol, body shape and facial features. Phantom had gotten larger and more ghostly over the years. But the green skin and fire hair were new.

Valerie ran to the left and shot behind the shield, "You've gone too far this time Phantom!"

Phantom just snarled as he dropped the shield and lunged at her.

Valerie narrowly dodged his claws, "You killed Vlad Masters and you hurt Dani!"

"Vlad got what he deserved! He killed her! Dani's dead!" He roared as he started to swing again.

Valerie could barely think. Dani was dead?

Phantom stopped mid-swing, "Dani's dead," he said quietly, his eyes wide and unfocused, "she's dead, she's dead, she's dead."

Phantom lowered his hand and slowly turned back to Dani. He took a step towards Dani and Valerie raised her gun again.

"You stay away from her!"

Phantom just kept walking towards Dani like he was possessed. Before Valerie could shoot a ring of light slid over Phantom. When the light died Danny Fenton stepped out and walked towards Dani with the same lost look as Phantom.

Valerie couldn't, Phantom was Danny Fenton?

"I'm sorry Dani, I'm sorry Dani," said Danny as he dropped to his knees beside the unmoving Dani. "Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me alone? He killed all of them and now he's killed you. You were supposed to stay away. He only wanted me."

Danny gently gathered Dani into his arms, his voice breaking, "I'm sorry Dani. I'm sorry Dani. Please don't leave me."

[putas-in-suffering]

Warm and Cozy

Pairing: EZ “Ezekiel” Reyes x Female Reader/You

Rating: Fluff, SFW

Warnings: EZ in grey sweatpants and being cute af

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: Cuddles with EZ on a cool fall day 🍁🍂

A/N: Here’s the start of our Sucia Fall Fluff Fest! EZ is up first and he’s bringing on all the feels. We hope you guys like it! Enjoy and share with your fellow sucias! Feedback is the preferred drug for our addiction and greatly appreciated. 💖💖

(Gif credit to the outstanding @angels-reyes​)

You shivered as you turned the heat up on the thermostat. Southern California wasn’t known for its cold weather, but a rare cold front had made its way to your town, making the usually cool October day feel like a frigid day in December.

You were sure that something had been wrong with the heater too, but EZ hadn’t had a chance to look at it yet. He’d been kept busy with the club the last few months, but now...now things were starting to settle down again. The club was doing well, EZ’s lighter mood a testament to that fact. And the timing was perfect. With the holidays approaching you wanted to fully immerse yourself in the seasons.

You clutched the steaming mug of hot cocoa in your chilly hands, letting the heat warm you. The taste of chocolate danced on your tongue, reminding you of your childhood. The recipe was a token passed down through generations, a speciality during the cold months. It made you feel like you were home.

And you were. Being with Ezekiel had always felt that way.

Your wool socks padded softly on the ground as you made your way to the living room. It was dark out, but the soft glow of a lamp illuminated the space. You heard the distinct movements of your boyfriend from the bedroom as he dressed. He’d made it home half an hour ago, quickly greeting you before he made his way to the bathroom for a shower. You turned the television on to an old horror movie, snuggling into the couch as you waited for him.

The scent of his body wash began to eclipse the aroma of your sweet drink as he made his way down the hall and towards you. He wore grey sweats and a white undershirt, his arms bare. He was hot-natured and the cold air never seemed to affect him as much as it did you. Which was why you used him as your own personal furnace and he gladly let you.

“Better?” You asked him as he approached, a gentle smile on his bearded lips as he took you in.

You scooted over to make room, letting him sit down and spread out so that you could cuddle into his side.

“Yeah…” He said with a release of breath, the tension in his body evaporating as he pulled you to him, careful of your drink. “You cold?” He asked teasingly. His eyes took in your socks, the oversized sweater you wore, and the steaming mug clutched in your hand.

He tickled your side as you giggled, burying your face into the hard planes of his chest. “Just a little.”

“I can warm you up.” He whispered against your head, hands now soothing the spot they’d been attacking seconds before.

His words made a shiver travel down your spine, sending a different kind of warmth throughout your body.

“You already are.” You quipped with a smile, sipping from your mug.

“Is that my hoodie?”

“Maybe.”

He laughed, his chest rumbling beneath you. You looked up at him, eyes dancing over the beauty in his features. His eyes were light and full of love, saying so much without him having to verbalize it.

“Did you at least wash it first?” He asked as he took the drink from your hands and sipped from it. He licked his lips and smiled, seemingly getting lost in his own childhood memories. Abuelita’s hot chocolate was a staple in many Latino households, the drink crafted lovingly by mothers, tias, and abuelitas through the fall and winter seasons. Seeing his smile made your own grow, your hands smoothing over the firm ridges of his stomach.

“No, I wanted it to smell like you.” You finally responded, taking a sniff of the material to punctuate your point. It smelled like his cologne and the wind, with a faint smell of leather. It was EZ. The smells encompassed him, making you feel as if he was with you always. It was utterly cliched, but it was the truth. Scent was a strong sense that had the power to conjure up memories and people. You used it to your advantage.

Plus, the hoodie kept you warm.

A boyish smirk made its way into his lips and you swooned. Your response had pleased him, his arm holding you closer to him as he lifted his legs to rest on the ottoman at his feet.

“The heater still acting up?” He asked, changing the subject. He took another pull from your mug, his eyes settling on the movie playing out on the television screen.

“I think so.”

“I’ll look at it tomorrow. I gotta stop by Pop’s in the morning too. Help him with one of the freezers.”

“If you can’t, don’t worry about it, baby. We can always call someone.” You said as you shifted your body to sit up and face him. You didn’t want him to overdo it on one of his rare days off. But EZ was a busy body. And he liked to keep his hands occupied with either you or some sort of task. Though that didn’t stop you from letting your concern show.

Your fingers grazed his cheek as you spoke, noting the hint of chocolate that was caught in his facial hair above his lip. He leaned into your touch, his gaze both arousing and comforting you.

“I love you.” He rasped, placing a tender kiss to the palm of your hand. He set the mug on the table beside him and reached for you, pulling you to straddle his lap.

You went willingly, falling into his touch as he surrounded you. Everything else was forgotten as he kissed you, his mouth delicately consuming yours as his fingers caressed your skull. The flavorful sweetness of chocolate exploded on your tongues as they met. You ran your nails over his scalp, feeling your body come alive with passion.

You both pulled away before you had a chance to get too carried away, heavy breaths mingling together. EZ pressed his forehead to yours, his hands running along the expanse of your thighs.

“I love you.” You repeated, noting how smooth his face was when free of the furrowed brows and worry lines he often wore.

“I’ll handle it, baby. Don’t worry.” He assured you.

You nodded in acquiescence as he played with the hem of the hoodie. Your own fingers tangled in the chain that hung from his neck, the pendant heavy in your grasp. He licked his lip as his hands roamed your backside, causing you to squirm.

“At least have Angel help you with it.” You insisted.

This time, he was the one who nodded, surrendering to your demands. He leant back into the cushions of the sofa, his eyes taking in your form all wrapped up in him.

You became bashful under his intense stare, feeling the air shift. You traced his lips with your fingertip, the flesh soft beneath your touch. You could feel the desire beginning to course through his body beneath yours. Feel it in the way he held you to him. His grip was firm, the need behind his movements obvious.

“You ready to go to bed?” He asked, his voice lowering an octave.

“Yeah, I’m getting a little warm in this anyway.” You pulled at the hem of his hoodie, a cheeky smile playing at your lips.

“I can definitely fix that.” He said as he stood, bringing you with him. You giggled as you wrapped your legs around him, clinging tight to his sturdy form.

Your laughter echoed down the hall as he carried you to your bedroom, thoughts of cold nights forgotten as he warmed you from the inside out...long into the night.

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