#plus size pink hoodie

[draftdweller]

Cherry, baby

Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Unprotected P in V, Oral F receiving, plus sized reader.

You were on your way home from your late night Diner shift, the uniform looking straight out of the 50's, your cherry red lipstick providing a stark contrast to your facial features, the dark mass of hair tied back in a nice updo to keep it out of your face and make sure it's contained while you work. You loathed the pastel pink dress that you had to wear for your shift, but money is money. You were flat broke every month after bills and groceries, the economy was more than difficult to survive in. You blamed the cost of things on the damages every city endured from every spat that came from mutants fighting their own wars. You noticed the city you were in was compromised the most, New York. Every week a new part of the city was destroyed, every month a new price raise on things. You loathed it completely. Even being a mutant yourself, you stayed to yourself.

Your family had tried to ship you off to Charles Xavier's school for the gifted. You booked it out of there by first light of the next day. No one had even noticed you were gone. Who would, with your powers being nothing spectacular, just telekinesis and the ability to cloud your presence from others. It was useless in any of their battles, and useless in life unless you were using it to move the trays at your job when you were busy with other things.

When you got back to your tiny apartment, you sighed seeing the notice on your door, three days to evacuate the premises, two months late on rent due to hours being cut meaning you couldn't afford it any longer. luckily you had almost no possessions, and the next thing you knew, you were on your way back to the mansion of professor x.

You approached the door and gave a tentative knock, who knew if Charles would let you back into this place. But when the door opened, it wasn't Charles before you. No, it was a muscular man, broad shoulders, dark hair that came up to a point on either side of his head. He was gorgeous, and rugged. He had a cigar between his lips and eyeing you cautiously.

"Can I help you, bub?" A gruff tone left his lips as he spoke.

"Uh, Yes. I'm looking for Charles"

"Charles? How D'you know him?" Another glance in your direction as he took a drag from the cigar.

"He's an old friend."

"I see. Well, come in then" As he spoke he turned and stepped into the house.

You nodded and walked in, and suddenly all eyes on you, Storm drawing in a breath as she caught sight of you. She was one of the only ones who had noticed you had left back when you did. The look in her eyes was both hurt and shock, taking in the sight of you. She walked up to you, her hair significantly shorter than when you'd last seen her.

"Y/N? Where have you been? I thought you had died. Why are you back?" She cautiously held you at arm's length and looked you over

"Died? No, I was just fine. I was on my own as soon as I could be. No one knew where I was because I knew if you all could find me, you'd bring me right back here, and I don't think I ever belonged here, my gifts are useless to say the least. Could you take me to Charles please?"

Without another word, she led you to Xavier, who you spoke to about staying here. You were assured you would always have a place at the school, and so there it was. You were working on unloading what little things you had, when the man who answered the door was standing there in the doorway. Keeping his eyes on you, as you used your mind to move the items around where you wanted them.

"So. You've been here before then? What brought you back?" He spoke and as he did so, you could feel his eyes tracing over your curves. You took off your hoodie you were wearing and looked back at him. "I had nowhere to go anymore" Your reply was short, not unkind but definitely blunt

"I guess that makes sense. But why'd you leave in the first place?"

"Look. I'd rather not discuss this with someone I know nothing about." Your cherry red lips pursed as you finished your sentence, hoping that would be the end of it. You couldn't be more wrong.

"Yea, well bub, Good luck trying to know anything about me. I don't even know much about myself from before I got here. Just that my name is Logan, and I have adamantium bones, and claws"

Your eyes rolled and you looked at him unbelieving. Then you noticed the look on his face. Your brows crinkled up and you sat on the bed.

"You really don't remember?"

"Not really. When I try to look back, it's foggy. Like someone covered it with mist"

You were nodding along as he spoke, and couldn't help but feel bad for him.

"So then, what is your name?"

"Logan." That was all he said before he left the room. That in itself was weird.

SIX MONTHS LATER

You had adjusted to the mansion life, always buzzing during the day. Quiet at night, there seemed to still have the curfew to be in your rooms at. But tonight, you couldn't sleep. You cautiously made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a drink and snack, and going to the room where the TV was. You made sure that it was turned down low enough that it wouldn't disturb anyone, but high enough that you could still hear it. You were in the middle of a horror movie when there was the sound of someone clearing their throat. You felt your body launch ten feet in the air, knocking the snack and drink off the coffee table in front of you. You turned around to see Logan standing there, his hair messy, and him wearing sleep pants and a white tank.

"You do know, there's a curfew, correct?"

"Yes, I, Yes. I just couldn't sleep. I'm sorry" You were tripping over your words as you spoke, your eyes following the contours of his body.

"Yea, that's the understatement of the year for me. I don't sleep much either. You mind if I join you here then?"

"Go ahead, as long as you promise not to scare the shit out of me like that again." You were moving over to make room on the couch for him, and he sat, eyeing you with a smirk playing on his lips.

"What are you doing sitting so far? I don't bite." He motioned for you to sit closer to him, and nods at the TV "Poltergeist huh? that's a good one"

You nodded, and slid closer to him, leaving a bit of space between the two of you. "One of my favorites that still startles me here and there."

He chuckled and nods. "I suppose it still has some good jumps here and there. If you need to, you can hide in my shoulder"

Your own laugh left your lips, and you nodded keeping that in mind. Eventually you did wind up burying your face against his shoulder, feeling nothing but muscle. He wound up moving to wrap said arm around you, his hands stroking over your plush curves, fingers splaying against your bare midriff, and tracing circles against your skin. You felt your cheeks heat up as he did this and looked up at him. You couldn't form words, but you could feel a spark of energy between the two of you.

You leaned up, and pressed your lips against his, kissing him slowly. At first, he resisted, shocked by the bold move and then kissed back. The kiss increased in passion, until you pulled back looking at him sheepishly.

"I, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did that."

"Don't apologize, I was just stunned at first, bub. I liked it."

You met his eyes, your own wide, just as he crashed his lips back into yours, kissing you hotly. You returned the kiss with the same urgency, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair, a guttural groan leaving his lips as you tug gently, and his hands coming to rest on your hips, trying to pull you into his lap. You resisted with that move, mainly because you were self-conscious about your weight. You pulled back and looked at him "I, I can't" Your words were hushed, and he looked at you his brows knitting in confusion. "I'm heavier, I don't want to crush you"

"Bub, look. You wouldn't crush me, believe me. You may think you're too heavy, but I promise, I'm indestructible. I can handle you" As he spoke, his fingers came up to grip your chin gently. His words were sincere, and his touch gentle. He brought your lips back up to his, kissing you slowly. Instead of pulling you onto his lap this time, he pushed you back gently, causing you to lay back on the couch.

He pulled back from the kiss and moved his lips to the hollow of your throat, kissing and nipping gently, eliciting a gasp from you. He looked up at you from your throat and smirked "Oh, you liked that, did you?"

You didn't respond. You just nodded your head. In an instant, his lips were back on your throat, licking, nipping and sucking on it. Sure to leave marks on it. His hand was trailing up your thigh, and stopped at the junction between your thighs, stroking gently through your clothes. You moaned out and covered your mouth. He smirked and hushed you slightly. He moved up and hooked his thumb in your sleep shorts, pulling them down, revealing nothing underneath. He let out a ragged groan as he took in the sight of you. You glisten slightly in the lighting of the TV.

"Fuckin' beautiful" He murmured. His eyes had a look in them like a man starved and he met your gaze again. "If you want me to stop at any point bub, tell me. I will" "I want to keep going" Your words were a whisper, your hands covering your face slightly as he moved to place his head between your thighs.

He gazed up at you, and his fingers coming up to stroke along your folds. The little moan that left your lips encouraged him to keep going. His fingers slipped between your folds and caressed the sensitive bud above your entrance. Another gasp slipped from your lips, and he inhaled sharply, taking in your scent. His lips replaced where his fingers were, and they slipped down, teasing your entrance before pushing one digit in. You moan out loudly and arch your hips, his lips capturing the sensitive bud, sucking and nipping on it gently. "Logan, please. I need more" You mewled out as his pushed another finger into you. He smirked against you and sped up the motions of his fingers, continuously hitting the spongy area that had you most about to come undone. You felt yourself tighten around his fingers. "Come on bub, let go. Soak my fingers."

With his words, you let out a strangled cry, coming around his fingers and your hips buck slightly. He pulled back and looked up at you, bringing his fingers to his lips, and sucking them clean with an appreciative groan

"You taste so sweet, like cherries" His words caused your cheeks to heat up again and you look at him

"I, maybe we should go to my room, if you wanted to, I mean"

He smirked and nodded, pulling your shorts back up and lifting you effortlessly. He made his way to your room, and opened the door, bringing you into the room and shutting it with a kick. He made his way to your bed, laying you on it and kissing you once more. His knee separating your legs, and he nipped at your lip roughly. You could feel the bulge of him in his sleep pants pressing into you. Your hand came down to rub against it gently, causing him to let out a low growl "You sure you want to go there bub?"

"I've never been surer of anything, Logan" He nods and pulls back, peeling his shirt off his body, and then his sleep pants. Finally, he removed his boxers, and you gasped as he sprung free. He was thick, and long, with the tip red and leaking precum. He noticed the way you were looking at it and smirked slightly. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you" You nodded slowly, and looked at him, carefully peeling off your crop top and sleep shorts. You made an effort to cover your body back up as his eyes danced hungrily over you, but he grabbed your hand gently. He looked you over and used his free hand to stroke your face gently "You are so beautiful. Don't hide it" You were speechless, most people didn't compliment you for your body. But he did, and his eyes devoured you. Before you knew it, his lips were back on yours. His hand moving down to line himself up with your entrance.

He slowly pushed into you, stopping after an inch to let you adjust, and your jaw was slack at the feeling of him. He was waiting for you to adjust. "Logan, please move" With your plea, he pushed further in, until he bottomed out, his balls against your ass and a groan leaving his lips at how tight you were around him. Slowly he began moving and growled at the first thrust. He couldn't take the slow pace, and began to speed up, the sound of skin slapping filled the room, along with the grunts and moans. Your hands were on his back, nails digging into the skin making him hiss. Your eyes rolled back as he hit your sweet spot. The feeling was washing over you again, and he was murmuring sweet things to you, encouraging you to let go again. You let go with a cry of his name, tightening almost painfully around him, and he thrust, the thrusts getting sloppier. As you came undone around him, he followed quickly. His hips stuttering as he shot his seed deep into you. He collapses on top of you, breathing hard, and looked up at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "You did so good for me, Cherry baby" "Why do you call me that logan?" your eyes met his curiously

"Because when I first met you, and every day I see you. your lips are red as cherries"

You smiled and nodded, taking in what he said and agreed. A yawn slipped from your lips, and he pulled out gently, moving to lay by your side. You turned to face him, spent entirely from the sex and his hands rested on your hips. Before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep, and logan snuck from your room.

By the time you woke up, you had noticed the side of the bed he'd been on was cold, and empty. You couldn't help the disappointment you felt. You decided that last night was just another meaningless night.

A/n: I'm so sorry, this was my actual first attempt at writing smut. It's not very good, but I enjoyed it. Let me know if you did too!

[what-if-nct]

Stray Kids reaction to their plus size girlfriend wearing a bikini for the first time in front of them.

Bangchan: "Look at you" Chan's eyes scanned your body as you. "You finally got too hot for that t-shirt you kept on". His arm wrapped around your bare waist. You nod looking away from the look in his eyes as they only focused on you. "You look amazing, blue is really your color" he held you from behind and placed a kiss on your shoulder. "you shouldn't cover yourself up as much as you do anymore" he squeezed you sinking his face in your skin reveling in how soft you were in his arms "I like seeing all of your body" he lifted his face to kiss your cheek.

Lee know: "Finally you got rid of that hoodie" Lee know said from the pool in his duck ring floatie. "Get in here" he splashed the water beside him. You shake your head and quickly cover yourself with a towel regretting the decision. "Come on" Lee know walked out of the pool. He threw his floatie off of him and laid his hand on your lower back as his other laid on your towel. "You don't have to be afraid it's just you and me" he lightly gripped the towel. "Your body looks beautiful in the swimsuit." He pulled the towel off of you. "especially your butt" he slapped your behind "Could use less fabric back here, why cover something this big and beautiful" he snapped the seat of your bikini bottoms as a smirk played across your lips.

Changbin: "So this is what you keep up hiding from me?" He walked up to you laying his hands on your hips. "Why would you deprive me of this?" he tilted his head with grin. "My size" you softly say as you avoid his eyes. "What's wrong with your size?" he asked his grip on your hip tightening as he pulls you closer. "I'm a big girl" You tuck your hair behind your ear as your eyes fall to the floor. "And?" Changbin lifted your chin till your eyes met. "You say that like it's a bad thing. It's not" he pulled you closer till your bodies were flush "It's a good thing, a very good thing" He pressed his lips against yours.

Hyunjin: "You're wearing the swimsuit I picked out for you?!" Hyunjin ran up to you as you took the hotel robe off. "Yeah" you spun in it for him. "It looks good on me?" You stop spinning and watch his eyes look you up and down with a smile on his face. "Of course it looks good on you. Even better than I imagined, pink is so pretty on you" He took your hand to spin you around once more. "It's not showing too much? There is a lot of me" you pull the waist band of the swim bottoms up higher. "Nope" he smacked your hand away from your waistband. "Actually" his arms wrapped around your neck. "I think" he pulled the straps that were tied there. "You should wear less" the tie came undone beneath his finger tips. "Hyunjin" you gasped as you held the top from falling. "it's just us, a balcony and a hot tub. There's no such thing as showing too much." He stared into your eyes with mischief written on his face "I want to see all of you" he pulled your arms away from your chest. "And the fact there's a lot of you just means I have a lot more to see"

Han: "Wow" Han's eyes brightened as you walked over to the pool. "I've never seen you wear something like that." He climbed out of the water. "Is it new?" He laid his hand on the side of your swim bottoms. "No" You shake your head as you look down. "I had it for awhile" you adjust the top of your swimsuit. "Why have you never worn it. It looks so good on you. It fits you perfectly" His hands rested on your low hip squishing you in his hands. "I just thought if I lost weight f-" You started "Do not finish that thought. " He interrupted you. "You don't need to lose weight it looks perfect on you just as you are." He searched for your eyes as they looked away from him. "Your perfect as you are" His lips met yours as his arms wrapped around you. His lips fell to your shoulder as the hug depended "Perfect and Squishy" his lips spoke against your skin as he squeezed you.

Felix: "Oooh" Felix ran up to you. "You're aren't covered in an oversized hoodie." He scanned you up and down with a huge smile on his face. "I'm happy you feel comfortable enough to wear this" His bright eyes met yours as he held your hand. "You are comfortable right?" He rubbed the back of your hand. "Yeah." You nodded with a smile that made his even bigger. "Good, you look amazing. And I hope I see you in less clothes this summer" he adjusted the top of your swimsuit. "Felix" you smacked his hand when you noticed him pull the top down a little more. "Still a little too covered" He grinned as he tugged on your top.

Seungmin: "Hey you don't look like you're going snowboarding at the beach today" Seungmin ran to you as you walked down the sand. "What do I owe this occasion to" he greeted you with a quick kiss as he held both of your hands. "Finally tired of being at risk of a heat stroke" he joked as his hands ran up your arms. "Kind of, but I see so many women my size wear even less so I shouldn't be afraid of what people think right?" You respond confidently. "That's right. You shouldn't. You look amazing. And if anyone says anything let me know. Okay? "He rubbed your shoulders. "Now I can finally rub sunscreen on you. Lay on the towel." He pointed to the beach towels. "I already-" you began "You can't get your back on your own. Down." He led you down.

Jeongin: "Well look at you" Jeongin walked up to you as you walked to the pool. "You don't normally dress like this. You look amazing" Jeongin walked around you as your eyes followed him. "I just wanted to try. You sure it looks okay?" You covered your bare stomach. "Yes, you look wonderful" Jeongin pulled your arms away from your body and around his waist. "You don't have to cover yourself. You look great. Don't worry." His lips pressed against yours. "Just let me cover this though" His hands laid on your bottom spreading his fingers but still struggling to cover as much as he wanted. "only I can see all of this" His smile pushed his dimple out.

[0-n-1-x]

hii! i just found your blog and it looks so cool! i was wondering since you write for shameless, could i please have some headcanons of carl (perhaps white boy carl but any carl is fine) with a chubby/plus size girlfriend who’s really sweet, nerdy, shy and feminine? like she wears a lot of pinks, pastels, sweaters and bows, basically the exact opposite of what people think carls type is. if you don’t wanna write about the body type that’s totally ok, thank you so much! sorry if i wrote too much😭

WBC!Carl x Cutecore!reader

AHHHH!! I love this idea live opposites attract, by what you described I'm thinking of a cutecore/softie aesthetic (no you did not write to much tysm!!)

link to my masterlist <33

Carl who is initially surprised by your cutecore aesthetic, with your pastel colors and cute accessories, but he quickly finds it endearing. He loves how different you are from the Southside vibe and how you bring a burst of color into his life.

Carl who is fiercely protective of you, especially when he notices people giving you judgmental looks. He’s always ready to defend you, whether it's with his words or with his fists, and he makes it clear that anyone who disrespects you will have to answer to him (which isn't always as intimidating as he thinks but you patch him up with kisses for trying)

Carl who is surprisingly good at giving you compliments. He loves how confident you are in your style, and he’s always quick to tell you how cute you look, whether it’s in a new outfit or just lounging in your favorite oversized sweater.

Carl who starts to get into the idea of matching accessories with you. It starts with something simple, like wearing a pastel-colored bracelet you gave him, and eventually, he’s rocking a cute charm on his phone or a keychain you picked out for him. When his group calls him out on it, he's like "ok so? I like to be pretty sometimes" because he associates that stuff with your beauty <33

Carl, who being with you brings out his softer side. He might still be tough on the outside, but around you, he’s more willing to let his guard down. He enjoys cuddling with you, playing with your hair, or just holding your hand/waist while you walk around the city.

Carl who admires your confidence and how you own your look. He’s always supportive and encourages you to be yourself, especially when people make rude comments. He loves how unapologetically you embrace your style and body.

Carl who surprises you with small gifts that fit your aesthetic, like a cute plushie, a pastel-colored hoodie, or a pair of earrings with tiny charms (all of which he totally didn't steal). He likes seeing your face light up when he gets it just right.

Carl who loves showing you off to his friends, especially because you’re so different from anyone he’s ever dated. He’s proud to be with you and doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. If anyone gives him a hard time, he just shrugs it off because he knows he’s lucky to have you.

Carl who is always there to support you, whether you’re dealing with body image issues or just having a bad day. He listens when you need to vent, and he’s quick to remind you how amazing you are, inside and out.

Carl who loves finding common ground with you. Whether it’s bonding over a shared love of certain music or discovering new hobbies together, he enjoys learning more about your world and introducing you to his. <33

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includes/warnings mirror sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, creampie, mostly clothed sex, keeping quiet, mean neighbors, mean dom!yangyang, plus sized friendly!reader, choking, spit swallowing, big dick!yang, degradation, pet names, etc

wc 1k

a/n i love rough smut and soft aftercare

“you said you’d keep quiet.”

but how could you?

he's got one hand stuffed in your little wet pink laced panties and the other arm snaked up over your belly and his fingers threaten your airstream.

your legs rapidly shift back and forth as his speed quickens, his fingernails teasing your bud. for the nth time, you cum on his hand. and once again, he has you tasting your own cum and his tight grip on your face makes you watch your pretty reflection as it sucks on yangyangs fingers.

he releases his fingers with a pop to your cherry lips, smiling down at your twitching body with this shit-eating grin on his face as he is well aware of the impact just his fingers have on you.

“please.” you beg again that night, fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie that you wore and hips bucking upwards which is received by a steady hand pressing you back on the mattress.

“i already said no. you’re too loud. you don’t want the neighbors to hear, do you?”

no.

last time the neighbors heard loud screams and the sounds of the bed smacking against the wall, they came and gave yangyang a homemade knuckle sandwich that wasn't so appetizing. they were upset, rightfully so, that they were woken up so early in the morning by their sex-driven neighbors who just couldn’t tame themselves.

he slapped the side of your face, just to get you to focus back on him. to stare at his eyes in the mirror that loomed over you like a wolf ready to strike a poor rabbit, helpless of its defenses.

“well? you don’t want them to hear us do you?”

he was teasing you. threatening you.

“please.” you beg, feeling his fingers on your neck again.

“please what? you think the neighbors will hear your cries and begs for help?”

his hand leaves the warmth of your core and you whine in response, getting a slap to the side of your face in return.

“slut.” he spits. “you better stay quiet.” he hisses, his one hand skillfully pulling the lace off of you, discarding it to the abyss of the floor of the bedroom. the same hand fumbles with his belt and slips it away from his waist, placing the belt on the bed. you gasp as you hear the sound of the zippers to his jeans zipping down, and watch as his flesh is now visible to your eye.

his hand is slow as it slides up and down, up and down, up and down…

“what if this was you, sweetheart? such a shame you can’t be quiet enough for it.”

your hand betrays your body as it instinctively reaches for his cock, but your stopped by a hand gripping your wrist tightly.

“nuh uh. not so fast.” he pushes you off of him, and in a swift motion you’re not in between his legs in his lap anymore.

the mirror is blocked by his body above you, and your vision is cut off by his face as his lips connect with yours, effectively keeping you quiet as his tip presses your core.

god he was so close to bottoming out and completely destroying your walls, having you fly your arms around his arched back. your sharp nails resort to dig into his skin, clawing at his back as he shows his first sign of weakness: a little whimper.

you eye the crescent moons that decorated his honey skin, both crotches humping each other as he was not willing to slide into you yet. he wasn’t willing to let the bed smack against the wall.

not yet, at least.

his lips leave your face and move to nibble at your neck, catching your skin in between his teeth and sucking on it after, like soothing a wound.

finally, you feel just his tip inside of you.

“more.” you whimper, your voice hushed.

“patience, princess.” he snarls, his teeth pressing down especially hard at your request for more of him, his cock slowly slipping further and further inside of you, but stops. “thats one.”

“fuck.” you’re relieved but also disappointed as you now understand, he’s making you count inches.

“you can count the rest, baby.”

so you do.

you count. and count. and count, until you finally reach seven, and he's balls deep inside. you feel like you can’t breathe, like your airway was taken away from you.

“hold tight, princess. remember: stay quiet.” his lips press to yours again, and he slides out, and thrusts inside much harder than before. he repeats this process until the bed is squeaking and rocking, ever so close to smacking against the wall.

his moans sound so sweet. his lips leave yours abandoned and he’s loud.

his groans and moans are so pretty, his hand lifting your hoodie up and large hand groping your breasts, your own moans syncing in harmony with his, the whole concept of keeping quiet long forgotten when his pace speeds up somehow more, the bed frame now hitting the wall with each sharp thrust.

“fuck baby. you feel so good around me.” he chuckles, his free hand parting your lips to spit in your mouth, leaving you obedient enough to swallow. “you like that?” he hums.

“m’gonna cum.” you whine, your fingernails digging even more into his skin. he sucks his teeth and lets out a loud growl, taking a hand and losing itself in your hair, pulling it and occasionally rubbing your head.

“cum for me.” he commands, his hand from your breast reaching down to play with the parts of your pussy exposed to him, the parts that were smashed by the little orbs on his crotch. “think i’m gonna cum too. cum with me, angel.”

the two of you are on sync as both highs are chased at once, the warm seeds you share mixing together and seeping out of your sore hole. he’s frozen above you, a satisfied grin on his face as you continue to fuck yourself on his cock, pushing his warm cum further in yourself.

“you look so hot with my cum in you.” he leans back, away from you to admire his work. “let’s continue to give the neighbors a little show.”

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[moirasdolly]

˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Digitally Yours ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟMoira x Fem Reader

Synopsis: Your 1 year anniversary is fast approaching and what better way to celebrate it than going back to the place that started it all.

Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Stay Ready (What a Life) - Jhené Aiko, Kendrick Lamar

Previous chapter: 6

Notes: Last chapter of this fic and i’m feeling happy yet sad TT. This is the first fic I’ve actually committed to and finished!! I had a ton of fun with this fic and I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did. I might write an epilogue for life while they live together c; You’ll just have to look out for that hehe, please enjoy 🩷

❤︎ Chapter 7: Domestic

After the initial week Moira spent with you, you found that her visits to your home were more frequent. She was there multiple times a week, sometimes even everyday, not that you were complaining.  She couldn’t bear to be away from you for too long or else she’d start to miss you too much. Everything from your cute mannerisms, the way you rambled on and jumped from topic to topic, to how you paid attention to her and hung on to her every word. She loved and adored you so much she was thinking of popping the question–not the big one… yet, but to move in together. The time in which you had started dating began to fly by and soon enough, it was almost a year since you had been dating.

Today was one of the elusive days where she wasn’t cuddled up with you, unfortunately she had a long day at the lab and ended up heading straight home afterwards. She was not completely deprived of seeing you though because as soon as she got home she heard the tell-tale chime of the ringtone she had picked out specifically for when you called. It rang throughout her home and she set her possessions down before answering. “Mo ghrá, how did you know I was craving your divine presence?” She murmured, exhaustion clear in her face. You giggled softly and her heart fluttered, “Oh you know… a little birdy told me you might wanna talk tonight.” You supply after a beat of silence. She shook her head softly, finally sitting down in her luscious armchair in her living room.

“Who’s this little birdy? Do tell, darling.” She teases, her slight accent peaking through. “You caught me! There was no birdy, I just wanted to talk to you.” You give up almost instantly, you knew from her texts that she was having a rough work day, so you put your mind to work to think of something that might relieve her stress. “I have a surprise.” You look at her, narrowing your eyes slightly as your lips curled into a devious smile. Now that Moira looked closer, your hair and makeup were done up, and if she wasn’t making things up, it reminded her of how you used to look when you would cam. “Well now you’ve got my attention…” She trailed off, leaving room for you to reveal your surprise.

Pink and perfectly manicured nails crept up to the zipper of your hoodie and you began pulling it down painfully slow. You peaked up at the older woman through your thick lashes and bit back a smile as she struggled to stay silent. Her eyes flickered from your fingers, to your chest, to your face in a frenzy as you teased her. You decided to get to the point and fully unzip your sweater, revealing the most angelic lingerie set Moira had ever seen you in. To put it simply,  you took her breath away. You were adorned in a white lacy balconette bra completed with a dainty bow in the center that cascaded down your soft tummy. Where the bow ended, your skimpy little panties started. White ruffles hugged and squeezed at your hips, accentuating your curves deliciously. A garter belt was secured around your waist and Moira couldn’t help but let her eyes wander down to where the little clips of the garter belt held up sheer thigh high stockings. Her mouth almost watered at how your plump thighs slightly spilled over the top of your stockings.

You could tell you hit the jackpot with this set because the other woman was genuinely dumbfounded. You pouted slightly to tease her when she didn’t compliment you with words, and she snapped out of her stupor. “Pardon me doll, it's just that I didn’t want to be vulgar with my first thoughts when you revealed yourself to me.” Her words made you blush of course, but you cleared your throat to cover the fact before speaking, “Well what do you think now?” She pushed her hair out of her face with her dexterous fingers, but a strand still made its way back to her face and you were about to combust. Your girlfriend was the most attractive person on the planet. You almost missed her words because you were too busy ogling her. “What do I think? I think you look like an angel.” She began, “I wish I could be there to admire you in person, but don’t worry, next time I’m in your presence I’ll show you just how beautiful I think you are.” Your heart beat wildly, and you didn’t think it was possible to feel butterflies like this after dating for almost a year, but the way your partner spoke to you made you feel like you were falling in love all over again. 

“Just show me now then.” You say simply, scooting back slightly so she could have a better view of your full body. Your eyes widened briefly as a thought popped into your head. This almost felt like an old stream, so you muttered a username you never thought you would again. “Doctorsorders, please help me feel good.” You say with a slight tilt of your head as you part your thighs slightly. Moira chuckled softly as her head fell back in disbelief. “Oh how I never thought I’d hear that again. You little minx, you know exactly what you’re doing.” She teased gently. She played along though exactly how you wanted her to, you had her wrapped around your finger and she enjoyed every moment of it. 

-

After your little escapade on the phone with Moira the both of you were tired out and just missed each other, but you settled on sleeping on FaceTime with one another. After showering and getting ready for bed, the two of you joined each other once more to snuggle into your respective beds. You would have preferred if she was there with you, but you couldn’t blame her for not wanting to make the commute to your home after a long day. You had gotten cozy in an oversized t-shirt and your comfiest panties before slipping under the covers with Moira on the tiny screen in front of you. 

“My love, did you like the show I put on for you? I hope I could help you relax after work.” Sincerity dripped from your saccharine tone. She nods simply, “Of course, I enjoyed watching you come undone under my guidance as well.” You thrust your face into your pillow and whine softly. The pillow muffled your embarrassment, thank God. “You weren’t so composed either Miss ‘Just like that, oh your so divine!’” You mocked her words from earlier as she pleasured herself to the sight of you. She cleared her throat in an attempt to save herself, but you were already snickering at her. “I suppose I’ll never give you what you want again. No more kisses, cuddles… my fingers curling into you. None of that.” She feigns seriousness. “Okay, okay, okay… I won’t tease you anymore, even though you probably love it.” You surrender to her easily. “I do love it, little dove, just not as much as I love teasing you back.” Your eyes roll on their own and you can’t help it. Moira really was a tease.

Sleepy conversation flows between you easily, as always, and the topic of your anniversary comes up. “Mo grhá our anniversary is tomorrow, what do you say I come over?” She suggests. You nod your head enthusiastically at the idea, your head was already running wild with ways to surprise Moira other than the gift you had already gotten for her. The dainty silver band you had bought would serve as a promise ring for her, and of course you got one to match. You were already giddy and nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement to give it to her, but before you could say anything she spoke up again, “I don’t want you to do anything baby. Please let me do the surprising and planning this time.” You groan dramatically, but comply… partially. “Okay, but I already have something for you, so that doesn’t count. Starting now I’ll let you do all the work.” You wink at her and she laughs softly, “That’s more like it, dove. Now we better sleep before it’s too late. I want you to be well rested for tomorrow.” Her words were gentle, but firm in a way that left no room for arguments, but you agreed anyway. You were already beginning to feel tired from earlier, so sleep came naturally to you. In no time you were lulled to sleep by the sight of Moira and her soft breathing through the phone.

-

The next morning you woke up to soft knocking on your door and a blank screen. You frowned at the sight and groaned out of frustration of being woken up so early. You reasoned that Moira must have accidentally ended the call, but didn’t want to disturb your sleep by calling again. When the knocks persisted, you sighed and slid off of your bed to retrieve a pair of shorts from your drawers so you wouldn’t accidentally flash whoever was at your door. Once you opened the door, all of the irritable feelings you had dissipated as you saw your love standing on the other side of the door. “Baby!” You cooed as you flung your arms around her neck and brought her into a tight hug. “Why didn’t you just use your keys?” Confusion washes over your face as you recall the spare keys she had.

In a way that was uncharacteristic for Moira she smiled sheepishly before looking to the side, “I wanted to see you so badly, I left with everything but the keys, my apologies, love.” You shook your head with a giggle, “It’s okay. Anytime I see you I’m happy, even if it is 7 in the morning.” The taller woman scoops you up into her arms and your legs wrapped around her waist easily as she carries you back into your home and onto the couch. The two of you plop down and you situate yourself onto her lap before nuzzling into her neck. Fatigue washed over you again, since you were woken up a bit earlier  than you would have liked to be, even if it was by your beloved. “Dear, let me carry you to your bed, there are a few things I need to retrieve from the car.” You make a noise adjacent to a whine, but it was muffled by her neck. “I know darling, it’ll only be a minute though, then I’ll join you in bed.”

Reluctantly you agree and she settled you back under the covers before bringing in the ice chest she had packed for your outting later in the day. Moments later you felt her body slot against your own and you instantly melted into her. Your back pressed against her chest and she wrapped her strong arms around you and held you impossibly close to her. “I’ll wake you in a few hours, dove.” She whispered before kissing the back of your neck. You barely registered what she said, but hummed in agreement anyway before letting yourself fall back asleep.

A little over 2 hours later you were awoken by the woman behind you running her hands on your sides and whispering a soft, “Wake up, darling.” Your eyes flutter open and this time you feel well rested, Moira seemed to have that effect on you. “Did you sleep too?” You questioned her as you turned around to face her properly. Your legs wrapped around her waist easily and you clung to her. “Just for a moment, I guess I was looking forward to today too much to sleep.” She confessed, and planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. Your nose scrunched up in faux disgust as you teased her for being sappy. 

“I’m sure you’ll be equally sappy when you find out what the plans are for today.” She teases back. The two of you lay together for a few more moments before finally dragging yourselves out of bed to eat breakfast. Moira had made acai bowls for the special occasion and you couldn’t be more happy. Your sweet tooth was satisfied for the time being and you rose to collect both of your bowls to wash before she stopped you and grabbed them herself. She tutted quietly before shooing you off to get ready. She had told you to wear something you would be cool in. You opted for the light blue gingham romper that you had recently bought. You tied the strings that made up the straps into bows on your shoulder and adjusted the ribbons that sat at your thigh. The romper was completed with delicate ruffles along your thighs and you decided that you looked like an absolute doll.

You swiftly moved on to makeup and hair with your signature look, and after over an hour of getting ready you peaked your head out of your bedroom door to see Moira situated on your couch watching whatever show she had chosen to occupy herself while she waited for you. A smile played on your lips as you met her eyes and she beckoned you to come to her. “Oh you sweet-thing. You look lovely. Is this new?” Her thin fingers tugged on the hem of your romper and you nodded in confirmation. “I bought it last week, but I haven’t gotten the chance to wear it, and today is the perfect day so…” You trail off slightly. “Very well then, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to freshen up as well.” You hit her arm slightly and giggled, “You had all this time to get ready, and you wait until I’m done?” There was no malice in your voice of course, you were just jesting at her.

“Forgive me, mo grhá, I’ll be just a moment.” She slid an arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head before disappearing into your bedroom. True to her word, she was out in no time in a flowy button up and a pair of fitted slacks. Your eyes wandered to how the shirt hung off of her shoulders and how her exposed collarbones looked so kissable. You just can’t resist and you shuffle over to her before planting sticky, lip gloss coated kisses all over her collarbones and neck.

“Now you can’t wipe those off!” A devious little smile made its way to your face. “Luckily where we’re going, I won’t have to hide the evidence of your affection…” She explains quickly before heading to the kitchen to retrieve the ice chest she had brought in while you were asleep. Your face lit up at the sight and you assumed the two of you would be going on a picnic similar to the one of your first meeting. She started ushering you to the door, but just before leaving you remembered the promise rings. You shooed her away to the car, reassuring her that you had forgotten something before rummaging through your drawer to find them. You slipped them into your purse and rushed out the door to meet her in the car.

Your suspicions of going on a picnic were confirmed once you started on the path to the beautiful park with the huge clearing, just like the first time. She let you be in charge of music for the car ride, so the vehicle was filled with soft melodic tunes that felt like they would set the tone for the rest of the date. You rested your chin on your hand as the park came to the view before sneaking a look at the woman beside you. She parked under the shade and as you began unbuckling your seatbelt and reaching for the door handle, she gently grabbed your hand and shook her head. “Let me set everything up first, I’ll come get you once everything is done.” She looked utterly serious and you didn’t question it, but instead hummed in agreement. You wondered what she had in store for you.

-

After taking the ice chest all the way to the clearing she came back to the car to retrieve the rest of the items she had brought for the anniversary. “I trust there was no snooping, right darling?” She questioned as she searched your eyes for an answer. “Never, Moira. Whatever surprise you have for me must be big if you’re being so quiet about it.” Your sweet voice was all she needed for reassurance.

As she carried everything back to the blanket she had set up, she felt her heart beating at a faster pace than she realized before. She was about to ask you to move in with you, hell she had already bought the house. She was sure you would say yes, but what if you thought she was trying to rush things, or what if you were sad you wouldn’t be living in your home anymore. There were so many things she felt would go wrong, but she shoved those worries to the back of her mind and slipped the key ring she had bought for you into her pocket, along with a jewelry box containing a necklace. She exhaled in a loud huff before deciding she had spent enough time worrying and she wanted to finally go get you.

-

Out of the corner of your eye you could see your lover making her way to you and you couldn’t contain your excitement anymore. You burst out of the car, making sure to grab your purse with the rings in it. She extended her hand to you, and you grabbed it with no hesitation as she guided you to the picnic spot. A gasp escaped your pretty, glossy lips as you saw what she had laid out for you. There was a huge picnic blanket with a large ice chest in the corner filled to the brim with your favorite foods. There were containers of sushi that had extra ice packed around it to ensure it stayed fresh, an assortment of watermelon, peaches, strawberries, and other fresh fruit, and an abundance of home made sweets that you were sure Moira spent hours on. In the center laid a large bouquet of pink and white flowers that had a similar feel to the one you had given to her. Glasses for whatever drink she had brought sat next to the ice chest and sprawled out over the blanket were soft and luscious pillows for comfort.

You looked at her like she held the stars in the sky and you knew that there was absolutely nobody else for you in this world except for her. She guided you to sit down and you obliged easily, “What a gentlewoman…” You giggle softly as you take a seat, she followed suit right after. “Anything for my love.” She mused before handing you the bouquet for you to inspect. Pink peonies for luck and prosperity, baby’s breath for purity and love, pink orchids for femininity and grace, and daisies for new beginnings. She explained every little meaning to you, and you almost teared up at how thoughtful the older woman was. “You know it's funny,” she started, “I went to the same florist as you. She saw you on my phone since you’re my screen saver and her face lit up.” She recalled fondly. “She helped me pick out flowers that reminded me of you, of us. She even told me about how you were gushing over me to her.” Your cheeks heated up almost instantly, you had said some quite incriminating things. “Well everything I said I still feel to this day.” You confess, daring to look her in the eyes.

“I do have one question though… Why did you pick out a flower that represents new beginnings?”  She noticed how you pursed your lips cutely before snapping out of it to answer. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a key ring adorned with a dainty ribbon. Attached to the ring was a singular key. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, wanting an explanation. “Would you do the honor of moving in with me, my sweet love?” Your eyes light up and you nod your head vigorously. “Of course!” You nearly jump into her arms and the two of you tumble onto the soft blanket. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me.” You mumbled into her chest before planting a soft kiss on her lips. 

“Well your dream has come true I suppose.” She chuckled softly. “I found a home for us that is close to your current home, I knew you wouldn’t want to move too far away from work.” Your eyes widened in surprise as she detailed the location, you had wondered how long it would take her to get to her lab now. It was as if she could see the worry flash across your soft features, so she reassured you that it was a happy medium between workplaces. Maybe she was being a bit generous when she said happy medium though because it was much closer to the cafe than her lab. Details, details. 

You both chatted about your new home as you munched on all of the food Moira had packed. She really knew you because everything she had described to you sounded like the perfect home. You’d think about selling your home and how long it would take to move later, but for now you enjoyed the present and the giddy feeling that settled in your stomach. “What about rent? Should we go 50/50?” It was a valid question in any universe where you weren’t dating the older woman, but she seemed to have everything covered. “I own the home, little dove. I don’t want you to worry your pretty little head about anything.” She cooes as you pout at her. “Don’t give me that look.” She placed her hand on your chin and pulled you in for another kiss. You would be lying if you weren’t in absolute awe at the way Moira had everything planned for the two of you. You were overjoyed at the prospect of living with her, and you couldn’t wait to actually spend everyday with her. It wouldn’t be too different from how things were right now, but now you would be coming home to her and vice versa.

-

After a large portion of food had been cleared by the two of your hungry stomachs, you finally reached into your bag to retrieve the gift you had gotten her. “Happy anniversary…” You trailed off as you handed her the red velvet box. You urged her to open it and when she did, a look akin to a lovesick puppy struck her face. She held up the thin band of silver and admired it in its full beauty. “It’s a promise ring. I have a matching one, see?” You giggled as you held out your hand to show her. You reached to grab the ring from her and slid it onto her finger with ease before bringing her hand up to place a soft kiss on it. “Now we match.” 

Moira found herself speechless at the thoughtfulness of your gift and she scooped you up into what seemed to be the millionth hug of the day. “Thank you, my heart. You Have no clue how much I cherish this. One day I’ll buy you the real thing though.” She buried her head into the crook of your neck and just breathed in your sweet, floral scent as the two of you laid together in the warm sun. Your heart felt extremely full and you thought to yourself that there was no better way to spend the anniversary. She had been so caught up with your gift though, that she had forgotten all about the necklace she picked out for you. She presented you with a dainty silver chain that was complete with a little dove charm. That’s exactly what she called you all the time. “Put it on for me?” She couldn’t say no to your saccharine voice and reached for the jewelry to secure it around your neck. She was impossibly close as she reached around your neck to clasp it shut. Once she was done she sat back and adjusted the pendant to be in the center.

You marveled at how gentle she was today, not that she wasn’t all the time, but there was a newfound tenderness in all of her actions that you found endearing. “Thank you, Moira. Seriously, you have made this the best day of my life.” You poured your heart to her and she carried the same feelings in her own heart.​​ “There will be many days like this to come for as long as we’re together. I won’t let you go, my little dove.”

[tigergirltail]

Intruder in the System - Abstraction

"Synchronization achieved. Opening cognitive gateway. Five entities entering."

The synthetic voice of the Subconscious Mind Integration system rang out across the constructed virtual space, causing the assembled headmates of the connected systems to look towards the opening doorway.

"And that must be Alexis. Wonder what took her so long to connect?"

"Nerves, probably. It IS her first time."

"God, I remember our first time, she's in for a trip."

Through the glowing doorway, a series of silhouettes came into view, resolving into cohesive figures. A shorter woman, dressed in bright flowing robes with a circlet in her stark-white hair. A hunched-over bespectacled figure with blue hair peeking out from the hood of her comfy sweater. A tall and imposing armoured woman with long red hair and piercing, angry eyes. A purple-haired woman in a dark and elegant dress. A little girl with a bow in her blonde hair, seemingly trying to hide in the shadows of the taller figures.

Looking around the area, the five of them experienced their first exposure to a shared headspace, an abstract realm constructed by the combined wills of all the minds connected to the SMI session. The immediate area was a grassy clearing surrounded by trees, with various sorts of outdoor furniture set up for socializing, but in the distance was a skyline of a futuristic city, and the sky took the form of a starry night, with a number of colourful moons and planets clearly visible - a truly alien sky. Despite the apparent night-time appearance, the area was as well lit as if it were the middle of the afternoon.

The area was bustling with activity, as well. An entire crowd of headmates, alters, facets, fictives, all mingling and conversing, some of them just getting to know one another, others conversing like long-time friends. In one area, a strange masked figure sharing a quiet moment with a wolf girl. In another, a pink catgirl engaged in conversation with a fictive of Shadow the Hedgehog. Compared to this eclectic and varied group, the arrival of five apparent humans seemed utterly mundane.

Several of the more social among the nearby figures walked towards the new arrivals, offering welcomes and introducing themselves. The robed woman immediately took point, directing all of the socializing towards herself.

"Okay! So, introductions! I'm Hope, the one in the hoodie is Jade, the angry knight is Aurora, our resident goth is Lilith, and the little one is Ailsa! That's… That's A-I-L-S-A, not the princess from Frozen."

A cacophony of 'nice to meet you's and 'thank you for existing's followed, as the gathered headmates began to socialize. Hope and Lilith took to it well, while the other three were varying levels of apprehensive about the situation.

"So… no offense, but which of you is Alexis?", asked one particularly forward alter after a little bit of conversation.

"It's… complicated.", Jade answered uncertainly. "All of us are, but at the same time none of us are. Alexis is the vessel, the framework we all fit into. In a way, she's -"

"One entity entering." The synthetic voice called out again, interrupting the socializing and causing all conversation to be replaced with confused murmuring.

"No other bodies are connecting, who's…?"

"It didn't mention a new gateway, was there an alter staying behind?"

All eyes were on the cognitive gateway as a new figure entered the area - a tall and somewhat plus-size woman with long brown hair, dressed in a dark t-shirt and a long skirt. She had a distant and disconnected look in her green eyes, as if all higher thought had fully abandoned her.

"…Alexis?", asked Lilith. "But… how are we there, when we're already -"

She was interrupted by the new arrival collapsing the moment she crossed the threshold into the shared abstract space.

There was a collective gasp from the gathered systems. Hope rushed towards the fallen figure and knelt at her side, hands already glowing with healing light, then shrieked and recoiled backwards when the body started… glitching. Chromatic aberration, bursts of static, mismatched geometry, practically every unintended visual effect under the sun began tormenting the body.

"Uhhhh that's not supposed to happen, is it??" Jade was half asking herself and half asking the rest of the alters she had been in conversation with. Several of them were already shoving in to get a closer look.

"No, dear, I don't think it is!" Lilith turned to Aurora as best she could with a panicking Ailsa clinging to her leg. "Aurora, Jade, crowd control please! Hope, you've been distinct the longest, do you know what this is??"

Aurora began moving to interpose herself between Alexis' unstable form and the onlooking crowd. "You heard her! Give us some space or I WILL start taking it!" A handful of other system protectors took the hint and maneuvered to help form a barrier between the crowd and the scene.

Jade turned back to Lilith from her place at Aurora's side. "What are you going to do, Lil??"

"I'm… I'm not sure yet! Give me a minute here!" She turned to the child still holding onto her for dear life. "Ailsa, darling, I'm going to need you to stand back, go be with Hope right now, okay?"

Ailsa nodded silently, tears of worry in her eyes, and ran to Hope's side, Hope quickly leading her away from the fallen vessel and towards the crowd of onlookers as Lilith reached out for the fallen form of Alexis.

"What's happening?", an alter asked Hope once she was past the perimeter Aurora and Jade were establishing.

"I don't know.", Hope answered. "The whole, Alexis, she's never manifested in headspace, so we weren't sure if -"

"NEVER manifested in headspace?" The alter was incredulous. "Don't you switch out?? How do you communicate??"

"Look, it's… Our system is different, the five of us pass around control, but Alexis isn't a headmate, she's a shell!" Hope looked back at the glitching body with concern and anxiety, her eyes going wide as a realization struck her. "She doesn't know how to create a cognitive appearance…" She took a step back towards the body and shouted. "Lilith, I know what's happening! She's never been in a fully abstract space before, her cognition can't handle the unlimited possibilities!"

Lilith turned and stared towards Hope. "You mean, it's sensory overload?", she asked.

"More like cognitive overload, but maybe it's the same sort of thing! Can you force a shutdown??"

"I… can try."

Lilith's hands began to twist and extend into hideous claws as a creeping darkness began to climb up the rest of her body, aging and tattering her clothing, leaving her face gaunt and pale, her eyes now emitting an eerie glow, like distant lights through fog. Kneeling down, she laid her taloned hands on the fallen and glitching body and began quietly speaking.

"Just… let go. Let go of your effort, let go of your thoughts, embrace nothingness. Come into the dark…"

"She's doing the thing, isn't she?" Aurora was very consciously averting her gaze.

Jade nodded. "She's doing the thing."

Aurora winced. "I hate when she does the thing."

By now most of the gathered headmates had fully backed off, but many were still looking at the situation with concern and apprehension. A few more had gathered around Hope, as she at least seemed to be willing to answer questions.

"…She used to be our depression." Hope was answering a worried question about what exactly Lilith was doing to the fallen Alexis. "Sometimes she still is, when her will slips. It's… terrible, but there's no cure for an overstimulated mind quite like, well… emptiness."

"Look, it's working!" Ailsa had peeked out from around Hope to see what was happening. Jade and Hope turned to look as well, and sure enough the glitching around Alexis' body was noticeably reduced, replaced by a deep, dark shadow spreading out from Lilith's claws.

"Just… STOP." There was a low, gravelly quality to Lilith's voice. "Stop THINKING. Stop TRYING. Stop EVERYTHING."

"Might be overdoing it, Lilith…", Aurora protested, her back still turned.

"Shush. I'm working."

The darkness fully covered the last of Alexis' form, and Lilith withdrew her hands. They were in fact hands now, as Lilith was quickly returning to her typical presentation.

Jade abandoned her post next to Aurora, as calm seemed to have somewhat returned to the situation, and walked up to Lilith. "So what happens now?"

Lilith took a moment to breathe. "If I did it right, her cognition will reset, and she'll settle into a form derived from her most baseline mental processes."

"…And if you didn't do it right?"

"I'm… just going to hope I did it right."

Ailsa had walked up as well, and was gently holding one of the unconscious form's shadowy hands. "So if none of us are in there… Who's she gonna be?"

Jade turned to Ailsa. "That… is a very good question. Well, uh, her higher-level thought processes are all us, so without those she's basically a collection of autonomous processes and raw instincts. You know, pain response, perception of movement, need to eat and drink, that sort of thing."

"Oh. Like an animal?", Ailsa suggested.

"Yeah, like a…" Jade's eyes went wide and she slowly turned to look at the body. It was… shifting. Changing size, shape, form, to something… different. "…Oh."

"I know that 'oh'." Lilith turned to Jade. "What did you figure out, dear?" By now Hope and Aurora had returned and were watching the scene unfold as well.

"The answer to one of the questions that we've had for a long time. We figured out we're therian ages ago, so why -"

"Why do we all still present as human…", Hope interrupted.

Whatever re-shaping seemed to be occurring had slowed, and Lilith's shadows were melting from Alexis' form as her mental presence rebooted, revealing white fur, dark grey stripes, a long tail, paws and claws, and a feline head.

"Baseline processes…", Jade repeated. "Like an animal…" She shook her head and pinched her nose with a hand. "I should have seen it, her higher thought processes, everything that defines her as a person, it's all US! WE'RE her HUMANITY!!"

Aurora winced. "And when we crossed the threshold from the airlock, we took her humanity with us."

A renewed wave of curious and confused murmuring emanated from the assorted headmates of other systems as they observed this development.

And then Alexis woke up, and climbed to her feet - her four feline digitigrade feet. Still uneasy and unsteady, she stumbled to the closest figure - Ailsa - and stared deep into her eyes.

"…This is weird…", Ailsa whispered.

Alexis suddenly let out a happy chuff and gave Ailsa an affectionate headbutt. This one was a friend. This one was nice.

Ailsa cautiously reached out a hand and scratched the giant cat behind an ear, causing her to let out another happy vocalization.

The tension of the environment seemed to evaporate some as the situation had apparently stabilized. Some of the alters watching were concerned at having witnessed such a massive change in self-visualization, others were cautiously interested in getting to interact with the giant cat. Alexis was wary at the sudden attention and let out a few growls when the interactions were a little too familiar a little too quickly, but over time she settled comfortably into the role of a big friendly tiger.

"Awwh, she's so cute like this!"

"I know her sona's always been a white tiger, but I feel a little weird about this…"

"The whole point of SMI is to let us interact as our true selves, right? …This is Alexis' true self."

Meanwhile, Hope and Aurora were off having their own conversations with other headmates and facets, and even Ailsa was managing to shyly talk to some other inner children. Jade, though, was hanging back, brow furrowed.

"You've got that look on your face." Lilith's comment shook Jade out of her concentration.

"Wh-what? What look? I don't have a look."

Lilith took position next to Jade and wrapped an arm around her in a half-hug. "You absolutely had a look, dear. Whenever you're trying to solve a complicated problem, you get The Look. We're supposed to be having fun, so what's eating at you?"

"Just… should have seen this coming, I guess."

Lilith gripped tighter and pulled Jade into a full hug. "Listen, dear. I know between your analytical mind and my intuition we're practically precognitive, but even we aren't going to see everything coming."

"I should have known…"

"And what would you have done different, had you known? What consequences would have been avoided? We had a little bit of a scare, that's all." Lilith released Jade from the hug and pointed her towards the crowd. "Now look over there."

The scene was one of mirth - headmates and alters and facets from all the systems connected to the SMI session, sounds of laughter and happy conversation, and roaming through the crowd, a large white tiger, receiving all the attention and affection and species affirmation her therian heart could desire.

Jade allowed herself a little smile. "She IS cute like that…"

"You see? It all worked out." Lilith grinned. "Now let's go hit up that snack table."

"…You know it's not actual food, right? It's just the abstract concept of food given simulated form."

"You and I are both abstract thoughtforms as well, is there even a difference for us? Now don't be a spoilsport, I'm sure there's a very lovely sense of logic or organization we can get you to socialize with. That crystalline fairy over there seems quite nice, she's from the same system as a witch I've been speaking with."

The celebration continued on, scenery shifting as each entity left their mark on the shared headspace, and all too soon, the warning sounded that the session was about to end. Fond and tearful farewells were exchanged, with promises to do this all again soon, and then, each system's respective alters and facets left for their airlock spaces, and the shared headspace was once again no more.

Moments later, in the physical world, an attending operator was helping the human body that was Alexis out of the Subconscious Mind Integration machinery. All of the other systems in attendance were able to take care of themselves for the most part, but re-integrating multiple minds into one brain was always an ordeal for a first-timer. Even with the cognitive airlock having functioned as a buffer, she found herself gagging and retching as a subconscious reaction to the onslaught of memories and emotions and sensations.

"It's okay, I've got her." One of the other systems had walked up and was helping Alexis stay steady on her feet, helping her walk to a nearby cooldown room, somewhere with dim lights, sound-proof walls, and comfortable furniture, intended to minimize sensory input for minds that were having difficulties with the re-integration process.

Still in a mild daze, Alexis found herself being walked to and sat down on a sofa, and wrapped in a blanket. Her faculties gradually returned over the course of several minutes, but she was still pale and trembling.

The other system was sitting on the sofa with her, doing their best to help her readjust and reorient. "You're going to be alright, just take it easy for a bit and focus on your breathing. The first time is always a rough one."

"Hrrrrggh…", Alexis groaned. "Still trying to process having SIX points of view crammed back into my skull… Thought I was gonna be sick when I got out of that pod. Nearly WAS…"

"Well, now you know why they tell first-timers not to eat anything for eight hours leading up to it."

"Ugh… Speaking of food, I'm pretty sure one of your alters hand-fed me a steak while we were in there." Alexis pulled up the blanket, burying her face. "Fuck that's embarrassing… Can't believe I went full cat-brained…"

"Your protector aspect also punched someone, don't forget."

"WHAT??"

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just messing with you, that didn't actually happen, but I've seen it happen in another session with a different system. We had to sit them down once we got back to realspace and have an improvised therapy session about it."

"Holy hells… What happened next?"

"A whole lot of guilt, a whole lot of repressed feelings, and a little bit of ugly-crying."

"Mmn… I think I know the feeling."

The other system reached out and placed a hand on Alexis' back comfortingly. "I'm just trying to say, there are worse things that can happen in SMI than letting yourself be cat-brained. You looked like you were having a good time, too, and none of us thought we'd ever get to give a tiger head-scritches."

"I mean, I did have a good time I guess, it's just…" Alexis sighed and closed her eyes. "I didn't realize how much of myself I'd be showing in there. It's so much more… intimate, than I was expecting."

"…Do you want to do it again?"

There was a long pause as Alexis breathed and turned her mind inward, listening for the voices of her facets:

"I had fun!" "Yeah, I had a good time too." "It was… nice, to truly exist." "What do you think, little one?" "Let's go again! Let's go again!"

Alexis opened her eyes again, calmer, with a smile on her face. "Yeah. I think we do."

"Next month, then." The other system stood up and offered a hand to help Alexis up as well. "The rest of us were going to grab dinner, once you were feeling better, and you do look a lot better. Want to come with?"

Alexis accepted the hand and got to her feet. "Yeah, that steak was really nice actually, I kind of want a real one now."

"Do you want us to hand-feed you again?"

"Pfff, you shut up."

"Hey, if we're going to keep coming to SMI together, you need to get used to being cat-brained, I'm just saying!"

"Okay, yeah, maybe, but don't forget it's all of us back in this body now!"

Sharing a laugh, they left the cooldown room for the lobby together, where all of their system friends were waiting.

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Inspired by Intruder in the System, a short comic story by @deadeyedfae, also featuring cameos of a few systems I know personally.

[pt2change]

jihyo loves being a dog mom

pairing: park jihyo x reader

genre: dog mom!jihyo, fluff, jihyo would give her a dog a walk in closet if she could

word count: 578

a/n: my first jihyo drabble!! this is supeeerrrrrr short but anyways, any feedback is appreciated <3

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“damn” jihyo mumbles in between her teeth

you walk into your shared apartment with the rest of the bags from your day out with your girlfriend

you had spent the day going to different stores

jihyo got some new jeans and shoes while you picked out some sweaters and some things that were needed around the house

you set the bags down and look over at jihyo, “what happened? did we forget something?”

you walk over to jihyo and see her pouting, removing the pink dog-sized sweater from your dog’s head

“bomi’s sweater doesn’t fit! she’s a lot bigger than i thought, aren’t you, bomi? she says petting your dog on the head

bomi jumps on jihyo’s lap as soon as she successfully removes the sweater, happy to be free from the too-tight sweater

“oh” you playfully roll your eyes at her, “so that’s why you never came back out to help”

bomi walked over to you with her tail wagging quickly, and you leaned down to pet her while she attempted to lick your face

“hi bomi! are you ready for your walk, huh?” you can’t help but laugh when bomi barks at you and spins around

meanwhile jihyo smacks her lips and grabs the sweater and puts it back into an empty bag with the receipt

she walks over to you and wraps her arms around you, “you know…. bomi would look so much cooler at the dog park with a hoodie”

you chuckle at her comment, “she would just get it dirty, jihyo, you know how she plays at the park”

“yeah but still….” jihyo pouts again

you cup her face and give her a quick kiss before walking over to where you keep bomi’s leash

bomi is right behind you, and you lean down to attach the leash to her collar

“babe, i just don’t know why you insist on dressing her up so much”

jihyo gasps, ��because it looks cool and cute…. plus dogs look funny wearing people things” she says in a matter-of-fact way

you raise an eyebrow at her and chuckle, “people things?”

jihyo nods her head, before putting her jacket back on and grabbing the bag with the sweater

“yes! come on, like her halloween costumes? you can’t say she didn’t look so adorable!”

“which one out of all of them?” you respond sarcastically, getting a light smack on the arm from jihyo

“they all looked cute on her!”

you think back to the costumes jihyo has put bomi in

you shrug, “the wonder woman one was pretty cute”

jihyo giggles, “exactly, i also think she may need another sweater”

“baby, she’s just a dog” you say, gesturing to bomi, who’s sitting patiently at your feet waiting for her walk

“hey! at least i’m not the one letting bomi lay in bed with us”

“that’s different…” you mumble and purse your lips together

“mmhm, whatever.” jihyo grabs the car keys, and heads out the door with you and bomi following right behind her.

before jihyo gets in the car, she gives you a kiss on the cheek

“drive safely” you tell her as she starts getting in the car, and you make your way to the side walk with bomi

“but jihyo, if you came back with even more clothes for bomi, you’re gonna have to give up your half of the closet!” you yell out at her

jihyo rolls her eyes and laughs before driving off to head back to the store

[chubbymuffinclub]

curvy_chronicles

Two years ago I would have never posted a picture of myself wearing this new @smashtess Harris Hoodie romper. In fact, I probably wouldn’t have worn it for the simple worry of walking by a mirror and accidentally seeing my stomach. Society has taught me to wear things that cover the parts of myself I am the most insecure about. I truly thought that in doing so, I was showing my body love, protecting it from mean comments and uncomfortable stares. ⁣ ⁣ It’s taken a long time but I’ve come to realize that the best form of self love for me is to wear the things that make me feel good, wear the things that feel comfortable, wear the things that show every part of my plus size body because quite frankly I have nothing to hide. This is me, stomach and all.⁣ ⁣ So, it is with confidence that I share my absolute favourite new loungewear piece, the soon to be released (it’s coming this Thursday!) @smashtess Harris Hoodie in the colour ‘Pretty Pink’. Not only is it, quite honestly, the most comfortable thing I have ever worn (seriously the material is buttery soft), it hugs every single one of my curves making me feel sexy.⁣ ⁣ It’s not an easy path letting go of insecurities that have been building up for years, but in the end being able to see a picture of yourself you may have once hated and feel nothing but love and acceptance is worth all of the struggles to get there. ⁣

[megamindsecretlair]

Room 1918

Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair

Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Dominance, breeding kink, unprotective p in v, fingering fem receiving, biting, cum play, blow job, and dirty talk.

Word Count: 3,569k

Summary: After the troubling events of Civil War, Steve is constantly on the move. But even a super soldier has needs. He just so happened to fall for your charms and you promptly fell into an arrangement. At each hotel you meet at, you reserve Room 1918 and wait for him.

A/N: What can I say, I'm toasted and feral AF for Nomad Steve and just kept writing. Apologies in advance if I missed warnings or offend anyone.Not beta'd or proofread all that well, it's almost 5am for me. LOL. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

He’s late. You pace back and forth in front of the window, peeking out every so often. You bite your lip as you think about all the reasons he could be late. The feds caught up to him, he was killed, or some emergency. You think about turning on the TV but the thought of seeing his face plastered on the news makes you sick. 

In between your worries, you’re also excited. Your skin iss sensitive already. You anticipate all the wicked things Steve will do to you tonight. You blow out a breath and look out of the window one more time. 

A knock on the door makes you jump. Your heart races as you cross the dark navy carpet towards the door. You look through the peephole and see a familiar bearded figure with a cap on his head. Still, per his instructions anyway, you call out, “Who’s there?” 

“It’s me,” his deep voice rumbles from the other side. You smile and open the door. Steve stands before you in dark jeans, gray shirt, and a black hoodie. His cap is pulled low over his brow and his beard is growing out. He has a full and proper beard this time, most likely to fool security cameras.

You lean your head on the hotel door and just drink him in. Even in casual clothes, he looks every inch the super soldier you know him to be. Your cheeks warm as you objectify him. His broad shoulders barely fit through the frame as he walks in. 

He pushes past you smelling like sandalwood and soap and man. He is at least a foot taller. He towers over you. He sniffs at you as he brushes past looking down and looking you over. 

You’re wearing a baby pink robe with black trimming. The bottom slightly flared to accommodate your wide hips and it was trimmed in faux mink. It contrasted perfectly with your russet skin. The dim hotel lights make your skin glow and you hope the glitter was showing. But the dark look in his blue eyes let you know that it didn’t matter. He is devouring you in one look. 

“You are a treasure,” he says. 

You giggle softly and close the door behind him. You lock the door and stand before him and let him look his fill.

He takes off his cap and throws it onto the mahogany dresser. His hair is darker, the blond more akin to brown now. His hair is longer too, runaway strands landing into his pretty face. 

“You broke our rule,” he grumbles. His brows draw down, scowling at you.

“Which one?” 

“I could see you from the parking lot, looking out of the window. You can’t do that. If someone catches you…”

“They won’t. No one knows about us. We’ve been careful,” you say. You approach him until you are chest to chest. 

“All the same. Don’t look out of the window. Someone could see, or someone could harm you. These windows aren’t that effective.”

You roll your eyes. You did not wait a whole fucking month to hear a lecture about safety and evasion tips. All you had were stolen moments. One day of being in his arms. The other days, there was no communication. Full and total blackout. You anxiously awaited news that he was captured or killed. Until the next time he hit up your email. 

You set up a joint email account and communicated via the draft folder. He’d send you a city and you’d book a flight. Since you worked for yourself, there was no one to answer to but yourself. Your friends and family just thought you liked to travel. They called you lucky.

You were dating a ghost. And every day he was on the run, was another day you could never be together. And it hurt. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asks. 

“I promise I won’t look out of the window next time,” you say. 

“Did you roll your eyes at me?” His voice pitches lower and he scowls even further at you. He spoke slowly as if you hadn’t heard him the first time. A tingle shoots up your legs. 

“Yes, I did,” you say. You raise your eyebrow at him.

Steve sighs and rubs his beard. “I’m not in the mood,” he says. 

You coo and closed the remaining distance, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. “I can fix that,” you say. You trail your hands lower, moving your hands over his jeans. A noticeable bulge grows under your exploring hands and you rub him over his jeans.

Steve grabs your wandering hands in one hand and narrows his eyes at you. His blue eyes are scalding. You would’ve flinched if it didn’t just turn you on. The Steve that stayed hidden away was swimming to the surface. The side of him that he kept hidden was there. 

“I said I’m not in the mood. You’re taking dangerous risks. I won’t risk you,” he says. 

“It’s not dangerous, Steve. I promise. I just…I miss you so fuckin’ much,” you say. 

“That doesn’t mean you can put yourself at risk. You know you belong to me. What would I do without these days I get to see you?” He asks.

He’s right of course, the arrogant prick. “I won’t do anything to risk that, Steve,” you say. An attitude creeps into your tone and you know the moment you fucked up. His eyebrows shoot up at the same time his hands squeezes yours. 

“Just for that, you don’t get your treat tonight. You’ll have to wait another month,” he says.

“Oh come on,” you whine. You know you sound annoying and you hated it. 

“Keep it up, I’ll make it two months.”

“Steve, please,” you say. You pout, sticking out your bottom lip and rounding your eyes. 

“Three months,” he says. His jaw clenches as he stares you down.

“Please Steve, I won’t make it that long,” you plead. 

“I don’t care.” He grabbs your jaw, squeezing your rounded face until your lips pucker. “I told you that I’m not in the mood. Get your ass on the bed, now,” he growls so close to your face that his breath fans over it. He pushes you away until you stumble back a bit.

You manage to lick your lips. Something bad happened today. It was either a close call or he failed to help someone. That whole other side was begging to be pushed. He thought he needed total obedience, but he needed to get worked up more. To push past that barrier and consume you body and soul. 

“Let me make it up to you,” you say. You approach him and slid to the floor to get on your knees. You move closer on your knees. You reach up for his jeans and unbuckle his belt. You tug it through the metal loop. As you work to free him, you keep your eyes on him. He’s so tall, he might as well be a giant. Especially while you were on your knees.

The mink at the bottom of your robe tickles your legs and only works to make your skin hyperaware. The hold the man had on you was like being drunk. Total loss of your control. Your head is fuzzy and you sway. And you overall feel so damn horny, you were nearly combusting.

“Let me earn back my months,” you say.

You palm him and he sighs. His eyes flutter closed as you work him up and down softly. Your hand glides over his velvety soft dick. The serum really increased everything about him. His thick length intimidates you. You’ve sucked him off before but every time required a pep talk.

You lick the head of his dick, painting your tongue with his precum. You swallow the head and lick back and forth over the tip. A groan leaves Steve as he throws his head back. You take him in further, swallowing him down. His hips jerk forward and he digs his hands into your hair.

He places his palm on your scalp and grabs your hair at the roots. He soon takes over, fucking your mouth as if you were nothing more than a hole to be used. He sets the rhythm and the pace, bouncing you up and down. You look at him as you hollow out your cheeks. 

Steve’s dick hits the back of your throat, causing you to choke a bit. Steve groans hearing your whimpers and moans and quiet pleas. Still, he is relentless. Your jaw hurts and tears gather in your eyes.

“That’s my dirty fuckin’ girl,” he says. “Suck that dick, baby.” His whispered commands make your pussy clench with vicious need. His balls slap your chin. He reaches down with his other hand to pull on your dark left nipple. It was his favorite nipple for some reason. Probably because it was slightly bigger than the right and you swore it was more sensitive. Every time he pinched you, it sent a straight shot of desire to your pussy. 

Your whimpers increase, creating a sexy symphony of carnal sounds. His harsh breaths mingle with your crying and soon he’s groaning. “Fuck, this mouth is gorgeous,” he moans.

Steve abruptly pulls out of your mouth with a growl. He grabs your arms and lifts you to your feet. He leans in and licks the tears off your cheek. Then he’s kissing you, stroking his tongue against yours. He grabs your face and moves you backward until your legs are hitting the bed.

“You’re gonna take this cum inside of you,” he say.

“Yes, Steve,” you huff. You rotate your jaw to get some feeling back into it. 

“You only earned one month back,” he say.

You open your mouth to speak but Steve’s eyes burns holy retribution. He finally snaps. He pushes you onto the bed. You hop once. He stares down at you and rubs his beard. You got the sense that he was trying to figure out the best way to attack you. 

He glares at you as he strips. His shirt and hoodie are off in one fell swoop and flung onto the floor. He shucks off his shoes and socks and relieves himself of his jeans and underwear.

Fuck, he was beautiful. Tanned skin, a glory trail down to his impressive dick. It bounces under your gaze and you lick your lips. 

“You better be fuckin’ wet,” he says. He rips open your robe, the snaps releasing at once. You learned your lesson with the button and latch ones. Your robes kept getting shredded with his inhuman strength. And you really like this one. 

You don’t wear anything underneath. Somehow you knew that tonight would be different. Whether it was a hunch or intuition, it came in handy tonight. His gaze roams over your body, sighing and cooing in pleasure.

“You’re really fuckin’ perfect,” he croons. He kept eye contact as he leans forward and over you, licking your tummy. You whimpers. His rough tongue was divine. Surely it was a crime to be this addicted to somebody. His every touch set your nerves on fire. 

Fresh arousal drips out of your pussy and you keen forward trying to get his attention. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that needy little cunt for you,” he says. Oh god, you whimper. 

He climbs onto the bed, forgoing your usual treat of him eating you out. You hoped that after he got that post-nut clarity, he’d be all too happy to oblige. But knowing him, he’d stick to it out of spite. By simply knowing that you needed his lips on your pussy. 

As he came over you, he kisses you so sweetly. Feathering his kisses over your full, luscious lips. He kisses the side of your mouth and then your jaw. He licks a hot trail on your neck. 

Your hands came up to rub his back. He’s on fire. He’s a living furnace under your fingertips. His muscles contract and flex beneath your touch. 

“I’m gonna fill that needy cunt with my seed. I want you so full,” he growls in your ear. The subtle gravel in his voice makes you tingle all over. “I need you so badly. Please,” you beg. 

You’re not too proud to beg. Your pussy aches and feels empty. You need him to fill you up now.  You had a very low tolerance for just about everything. Least of all this weird middle between pleasure and pain. 

Steve denies you further. He continues to rain kisses on your chest, sucking on your titty and biting you. He licks the sting away and then latches on to your nipple. He sucks and teases the little bead between his teeth. He uses one hand to dig under you and grab on to your fat ass. 

He squeezes and growls in satisfaction. He uses his other hand to roll your other nipple with his fingers. You moan and writhe. You sigh. “Please, please, please,” you cry.

He kneads your breast and pinches your nipple. Then he switches sides. His mouth came over his favorite nipple and gave it just as much attention. Freezing hotel air hit your wet nipple and you shivered. His free hand came up to warm your titty once more. 

“Steve,” you beg. You couldn’t speak anymore. It was too much.

“That’s my filthy girl,” he says. He lowers his left hand to dance over your damp curls. You suck in a breath. He digs his finger between your pussy lips and sighs. You’e so wet, the sounds of which echoed in the silent room. 

“You’re making a mess over here, sweetheart,” he chides. You whimper and your legs shake. Your nails dig into Steve’s shoulders. He rubs your clit in agonizingly slow circles. Your arousal ramps higher and higher until your body begins to jerk and twitch. 

“Cum for me, dirty girl. Cum on my fingers,” he croons. 

You’re stuttering breaths and shaking so much that he leans down further until he is right on top of you. The solid weight of him made you come undone. He curls his fingers inside of you and you come with a powerful force, waves of please washing over you. Your body seizes as you come. 

Steve talks you down from it, calling you a pretty girl and beautiful and gorgeous. Each new adjective soaked into your brown skin, lighting you up from the inside. You absently rub his head, letting his silky tresses slip through your fingers. 

Your skin’s overheated. If it wasn’t for his body laying on top of yours, you would’ve been shivering from how incredibly cold you were. You sniffle as runaway tears escaped your eyes. 

Steve kisses your cheek, once again licking up the tears. He makes his way back to your mouth. He kisses you lazily. As if you had all the time in the world. He bites your bottom lip hard enough to sting. Then he licks it away. He leans back and sucks on his fingers. The fingers that were inside of you.

You smell your arousal on his fingers. Your breathing starts to settle as Steve sticks his fingers into your mouth. You taste yourself on his fingers and whimper. 

He leans up until he’s kneeling on the bed. He grabs your thighs and moves them to his hips so that he’s lined up perfectly. He pitches forward and lets his smooth dick rub your clit. You’re still a bit sensitive from your orgasm so you twitch on every up-slide. 

Then, he shoves in one full thrust. You’re so slippery, he slides in without resistance. You both moan at the contact. You’re finally full and fuck, it burns so good. He stays like that for a few moments as you acclimate to his size and girth. 

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so damn good,” he says. 

You whimper beneath him and move up and down, trying to signal without words that he needed to move. He pants above you. His floppy hair falls over his brow and half in his eyes. He licks his lips as he stares at you.

Oh, right. You tap his arm twice to let him know that you were okay and he could keep going. You found out pretty quickly that he was capable of rendering you catatonic. You needed a system that communicated through taps to let him know that you were down for everything he was doing. 

He leans forward and kisses you before sliding out of you and then sliding back in. “Such a messy, filthy girl. You’re making a mess all over my dick,” he says.

“Oh god, Steve,” you cry. You clench around his dick and you both groan. You grab onto his forearms and wrap your thick legs around his waist. He starts to piston inside of you, going so deep and hard that he’s hitting the shit out of your G spot. 

You hold on, bouncing on his dick. His balls slap against your ass. 

“Fuck, I’m going to give you all this cum, sweetheart. Tell me you want it,” he says.

“I want it so badly. Please fill me up, please.” 

A desperate need takes hold of you. He feels so good sliding in and out of you with ease. You truly are making a mess. He takes your wrists in his one palm and lifts them above your head until your breasts are on full display. His other hand grips your knee and pushes it back to get a better angle. Somehow, he’s able to go deeper and you make all kinds of incoherent sounds.

You’re pretty sure you’re gonna bruise in the morning. His grip is punishing, locking you into place. Steve chases his own orgasm, giving you no more thought as he closes his eyes and groane. His stomach contracts from the effort of gliding into you. 

“Take this fuckin’ cum, sweetheart. I want your pussy full of my cum. Only mine. Help me fill you up,” he grunts.

He thrusts harder, his thighs slapping against yours. You clench and clench around him, your belly burning with the need to cum. 

“I’m going to put a baby in that pussy of yours. I want your belly to be swollen,” he growl. 

“Oh fuck,” you scream. An orgasm rips through you. Sparks fly behind your eyelids. Your body convulses and twists and turns. Steve lets go of your wrists to hold himself up. He pumps three more times before bursting inside of you with a long, guttural moan. 

His hot seed squirts inside of you, bathing your insides. He pumps a few more times before dropping on top of you. He shakes and you rub his back. You touch every inch of him you could get your hands on. 

He withdraws and you make embarrassing squelching noises as he pulls out. His cum leaks out. You groan from the sensation. He leans up and away, leaning back on his haunches so he can grab your legs and spread them apart.

He surveys his handy work and lord help, but you were getting aroused again. He grunted in between his huffs. 

“You keep that fuckin’ cum inside you,” he growls. He dips his hand down to gather up the cum that slips out. Then he pushes it back inside of you, massaging your overworked pussy. 

“That’s my fuckin’ pussy, that I can use however I want right?” He asks.

“Yes, Steve,” you whisper. You shiver from him fucking his cum back into you. 

“You gonna keep this cum inside you? You gonna grow my baby?” He asks.

“Oh god, yes Steve,” you whine. 

This orgasm sneaks up on you. One minute he is adding a third finger inside of you and the next, you’re huffing and whining and whimpering again. He fucks you through it, moving his fingers in and out as you cry out. Your sweet cries flow over the walls and hit you back.

“So needy and filthy,” he says. 

As you come down, he grins at you for the first time that night. He licks his fingers as he gives you a devilish grin. 

“The things I’m going to do to you tonight,” he says wistfully. His eyes look over your deep russet skin, your big tummy, and juicy breasts. 

You yawn and he chuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart. Get some sleep, we’ve got a long night to make up for.”

Steve untangles himself from you, crossing the room to the bathroom. You curl up on your side as sleep tugs heavily. Steve returns with a washcloth to clean you up. You feel the cold circle of your arousal on the bed. It’s huge. You groan. You can’t believe that all of that came out of you. 

Steve takes care of himself with his own washcloth before laying down and pulling you into him. His warm chest hits your back and your ass hits his dick. You both sigh as you wiggle a bit. Steve tells you to behave. 

He wraps a massive arm around your waist and pulls you closer, his fingers curling underneath you. You’re locked in and aren't about to go anywhere. 

You fall into a deep, deep sleep curled up with the literal man of your dreams.

There's more Steve to love! The Secret Nomad Steve Files

[voylitscope]

Stucky Recs: Back To School

It's September, and that felt like the very most appropriate time for a back-to-school-themed rec post.

So: A rec post of 11, very seasonally appropriate, high school/college Stucky AUs.

Note: As part of my personal campaign to combat the persistent idea that every great fic in this fandom was written in 2015, I'm now marking recs of fics written post-2016 and recs of fics written post-Endgame.

🎓 The Daily Rogers | Nonymos | Explicit | 32,154 words | College

We have a (surprisingly?) large number of fics in this fandom that use tumblr as a decently central plot point. Of all of them, I feel like this one is probably the most well-known. (Unless it's this one?) This fic, featuring a defenses-way-up skinny Steve and a very sweet, but also very assertive, Bucky, is super memorable, and so incredibly well done. It's somewhat of a meet-ugly, or, honestly, a first-several-encounters-ugly, and I love the way their relationship develops from there over the course of the story. I also love what that relationship turns into once they're together. Plus, the place this story gets them— both as individuals and in their relationship — before it ends is a satisfying and beautifully done one.

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“She’s not my girlfriend,” Steve mumbled, handing him the phone back. “She, uh, she’s the one who drove me to the hospital when Rumlow broke my arm that first time. She’s a bit protective now.” Bucky stared at him. Steve—and when had Bucky started to think of him as Steve?—looked fucking adorable in Bucky’s hoodie, with his stupid glasses and his pink lips. He’d also left Bucky’s bed completely covered in blood and dirt after attempting to fight a guy twice his size. Who’d broken his arm before and threatened to do it again. “I think I understand a bit better why they made a whole Tumblr about you,” Bucky said. Steve bristled all over again. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky looked heavenwards. “Somethin’ nice, Rogers.” Steve looked—well, he looked puzzled. Like he didn’t know what to do with that.

🎓stars shining bright above you | cable-knit-sweater @cable-knit-sweater | Teen | 3,339 words | High school & College | **Post- Endgame Rec**

Look, sometimes, you want to read angst. Intense emotions. Canon. Canon divergence. Sometimes, you want to cry about these boys. But then there are times that your heart needs to read about them just being all happy and painfully cute about each other — just being wide-eyed teenagers with wide-eyed feelings about each other. My heart does, anyway. This fic is perfect for that. So sweet, so lovely. A fic that left me smiling and thinking about the two of them on a blanket under the stars.

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Steve thinks he’s going to die. He wants nothing more than to say yes. To the holding down, that is. But he cannot find his voice at all. He looks up into Bucky’s eyes. It’s dark, but the moon and the stars in the sky already provide enough light to see those eyes sparkle. They’re so close now, almost breathing the same air. Forget stars, forget meteor showers. Steve wants to drown in those grey blue eyes, and he’s barely holding his head above water as it is, judging from how hard it feels to breathe.

🎓He's All That | crinklefries | Teen | 88,665 words | College | *Post 2016 rec*

All of the rom-com AUs forever for these two, please. This is such an engrossing and immersive fic. That's something I really enjoy about college AUs, and that works so well in this particular fic —the way that, because actual college campuses are often their own little world, the world's of college AUs can be these really tight little realities with their own specific sort of pacing and consequences. I love that, and I love it in this fic — it's so beautifully done, and it's such a great read, too, I think, because the original rom-com is both high school set and limited to being movie length/tied to Hollywood standards. There is so much more depth and additional story here, while still having that really fun element of being an AU loosely based on a film. So enjoyable, and such a satisfying read.

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“You do this often?” he asks, keeping his voice quiet to preserve the stillness around them. “Lay on the ground and play dead?” “Yeah,” Steve quirks a smile. “It was the second trick I learned after fetch.” Despite himself, that makes Bucky grin. “You always have an answer for everything huh?” he says. That makes Steve sigh a little, his shoulders droop enough that it’s only then that they both notice they had been hunched close to his ears. “Yeah,” he says. “Character flaw.” “One man’s character flaw is another man’s personality trait,” Bucky says. He stretches his legs out in front of him, props himself up on his palms behind him. “Pretty sure a personality trait can also be a character flaw, but I appreciate the sentiment,” Steve says with a half-smile.

🎓That Boy is a Problem | 2bestfriends | Explicit | 10,091 words | College | **Post- Endgame rec**

I sometimes debate whether I should go with including fics on these rec posts that fall heavy on the porn side of a porn-to-plot ratio, solely because, at a certain point, smut-heavy fics feel like their own thing that should go in their own post. But! That said, this fic, although it does fall pretty heavy on the porn side of the porn-to-plot-ratio is very, very solidly a college fic. It also does have a really fun plot, and I really, so much, enjoy that it features a Steve POV that is an absolute, just total and complete disaster about Bucky. Also! This fic has vibes and aesthetics that I quite appreciate.

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Steve grins like an absolute buffoon when he sees him, frozen in place like he's rooted there. Bucky glances around, gaze settling on Steve. The expression that spreads across his face in response to the realization that Steve is in fact there waiting for him is incandescent; Bucky actually brightens like maybe he wasn't expecting Steve to show. He draws his shoulders up and walks to Steve. When he reaches him, Bucky reaches out and grabs him by the front of his hoodie, pulling him into a kiss. Steve goes with a muffled squeak, ducking down to meet the firm press of lips. For a second, Steve doesn't know what to do with his hands, hovering just above Bucky's hips as he grasps tightly at Steve's shirt. Just as Steve's knees go weak and fireworks start to go off behind his eyes, Bucky pulls away, blinking at him with big, sultry eyes. "Hey, pal. You're very punctual. You ready?"

🎓Natasha Romanoff's Dating Service | HMSLusitania | Mature | 12,223 words | College | **Post-Engame Rec**

So, here's a thing about me: I really like it when fics emphasize that Steve and Bucky are meant for each other. That's it always them, In all universes. It's a thing I'm big into for these two. And this is why I enjoy so much when a fic pulls off the thing where there is some sort of doubled get-together or double feelings build. Like, ID porn fics can do this sometimes — falling for each other two different ways at once — as can fics like this one — a fic about Steve and Bucky both ignoring Nat's insistence that she knows the perfect guy for them and instead going out to a bar and meeting a total stranger. A total stranger they fall for basically on sight. A total stranger who, as it turns out, is that exact guy Nat meant the whole time. — Yeah. That's a premise I really enjoy. This is a fic I really, really enjoy. A total delight.

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“Now I’ve got some ridiculously low resting heart rate,” Steve said, tipping his head sideways towards his wrist. Taking the hint, Bucky pressed his fingers to the pulse point below the base of Steve’s thumb. Maybe he did have a low resting heart rate, but if he did, Steve was not currently at rest. It made Bucky feel a little better, knowing that for some reason – Bucky? – Steve’s heart was racing. “Do you want to, um,” Steve started. When he paused, unsure, he touched his tongue to his bottom lip before chewing on it and something in Bucky’s body short-circuited. He just hoped it wasn’t the actual mechanical hardware attached to his left side, because that would be ill-timed. “Go home with you?” he suggested quietly. “Yeah,” Steve said. “That.”

🎓What a Wonderful World This Would Be | Mambo | Teen | 28,723 words | College

You know how sometimes you read a fic and you find yourself literally making embarrassing sorts of noises out loud about it? And also feel yourself making ridiculous faces at your screen in response to it? Right, that was me reading this fic. Featuring an art major Steve who is completely convinced Fraternity Bucky is going to be some total jerk of a guy when they're paired as project partners — until they have all of one conversation and Bucky is ... you know, sweet, friendly, smart, charming, and generally Bucky-like. So then Steve spends thousands and thousands of words falling hard for Bucky while also being super confused by why Bucky wants to keep spending time with him — and incredibly doubtful that Bucky actually does want to be spending time with him. Even though Bucky spends thousands and thousands of words being the Very Most Obvious that he's super into Steve. It's so ridiculously and delightfully cute. I love it a lot. Also! This fic is actually the start of an entire college AU 'verse. I've only read this first fic, but the rest of the 'verse is on my TBR and is likely equally delightful.

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Steve’s brow furrows. “How do you know I do?” Bucky moves his laptop off his lap, sets it on the floor. He stretches his arms up over his head, exposing the stretch of tan skin where his shirt rides up over his jeans. And Steve is definitely not looking for purely artistic and aesthetic reasons, but manages to drag his eyes away before Bucky notices. “You always annotate your books. I can see all those post-its from where I sit, even. You don’t talk much but you’re always leafing through your book because you know which exact quote will prove somebody wrong. Don’t try to argue; I totally notice.” That’s not untrue. “No fair,” Steve says. “You sit behind me. I can’t stare at you creepily at all.” “Not starin’, just appreciatin’ the view.” Steve must look confused because Bucky laughs again. “You’re kinda cute,” he says. “‘Specially when you blush.”

🎓Alkynes of Trouble | yammz | Explicit | 11,450 words | College | **Post Endgame Rec**

The author tagged this "enemies to friends to lovers" and "the softest of enemy-ships though," which, honestly, is absolutely perfect tagging for this incredibly sweet fic. It is soft. Everything that happens in this fic is very, very soft. Steve and Bucky are assigned to be lab partners! They spend all semester in this terribly and wonderfully cute slow burn! There's tutoring! There are coffee dates shop hangouts! There is cake! There is a Very Meaningful hug! It's all very, very charming and super adorable. Plus, this is a fic that works with one of my personal favorite tropes: someone slowly realizing that they were wrong about another person and falling for that person — hard — as they do. I'm always weak for that, and I love this fic's delightful — and, yes, very soft — take on it.

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His notebook was full of eraser marks, his lines uneven and confusing, running into each other when he made his structures too small for the amount of bonds between molecules. He could always see them in his mind, but drawing them out was hell for him, his hands just a little shaky. Steve didn’t seem to have that problem because Steve’s notebook…that shit was just about the prettiest art Bucky had ever seen. He couldn’t help himself from reaching out his fingers and running over the neat, perfect hexagons with their lines and perfect little letters for the attached elements. They looked straight out of a printed textbook. Steve didn’t move, the solid mass of him almost against Bucky’s side. “How long do these take you?” he asked. “Oh, I’m quick,” Steve supplied cheerfully. To prove his point, he drew a quick acetyl salicylic acid, copying its structure from the sloppy one on the board, where the lab’s flowchart was. Bucky was mesmerized, his form perfect and confident and tiny, so at odds with how huge Steve’s hands were. “See?” “Okay, well,” Bucky let out a laugh, “You can definitely write the lab report.”

🎓Lane Lines | sparkagrace @sparkagrace | Mature | 132,519 words | College | **Post-Engame Rec**

A fic I spent a weekend totally engrossed and lost in on first read and that, ever since, has always been sitting somewhere in my brain. I think something that really, really appeals to me about sports AUs is when they're used as a lens to translate some things Steve genuinely struggles with in canon — the ways he handles guilt, the ways he feels responsible for things and people, his loneliness, etc — into these incredibly real-feeling modern, actual world, contexts. This fic does that so unbelievably well. Steve isn't truly okay, at all, during most of this fic, and affects everything. I love that so much. I also love this fic's worldbuilding, with a childhood Steve and Bucky backstory, a college swim team friend group, the pressures of professional athlete life, Olympic sponsorships, world records, and in-verse media like fake tweets and news articles. (This fic is the first fic in an in-progress 'verse, all of which I would also recommend.)

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“I didn’t want to come,” Steve says, trying to be honest, “but I’m glad I did. It feels nice to clear the air. I think it’s the most fun I’ve had in a while actually.” Steve thinks maybe this has been the happiest he’s been in a long time. He doesn’t want to tell Bucky that or speak it out loud, but the knowledge that this is happiness, and that he truly feels lightness in his bones, thrills him and he wants to keep that feeling close to him as long as he can. “I’m glad you’re here now. Just you.” Bucky says. Steve doesn’t know how to respond to that so he takes another swig of the champagne. There’s bubbles in his stomach but he’s not sure if it’s from the champagne or Bucky’s words. “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we?” Bucky says. It takes Steve a second to understand what he’s referring to.

🎓Targeting | queenmab_scherzo | Explicit | 149,148 words | High school & College

I do not know if I will ever be over the way this fic manages to mirror canon so closely while being about high school and then college football. I feel as if that shouldn't work. And yet it does, and I love it. I also love the way, because this fic so closely mirrors canon, we get a lot of Steve refusing, just absolutely refusing to give up on Bucky. Or doubt Bucky. Or listen to anyone's objections or concerns about Bucky. There is a lot of Steve being determined to get real answers to things, and Steve being determined to make things right, and Steve being determined to not let Bucky take the blame/punishment for things, and Steve being determined to not let Bucky go. So you know, very much like canon. Except it's about football? It's so, so good.

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Bucky doesn't attack. He backs away instead, an immediate, heartbreaking reflex, crystallizing proof that Steve isn't dealing with a predator. It's inhuman, the raw metal of his eyes and his expression, his hollow features, the way he blinks slowly and deliberately. He just won a football game, for crying out loud, not just any football game, the Game of the Century, he beat the number two team in the country and he can't even crack a smile. There is James Barnes, but where is Bucky. Bucky used to smile through broken bones and blood in his teeth, where is that Bucky. Come back, what happened, come back to me. Heart thudding, Steve surges forward, thinking about 49-yard field goals. "At least take my phone number." For a long time, he doesn't think Bucky will respond, and when he does, it's on an exhale, an inaudible brushstroke on dry canvas: "Fine." "You—do you want to write it down or something?" "I'll remember." The noise of the crowd rises and falls.

🎓Okay, so he can play… (pretty's got nothing to do with it | Darter_blue @darter-blue | Explicit | 50,858 words | College | **Post-Endgame Rec**

I realized when I was pulling this list together that I actually probably should have included this fic back in June as part of my Pride recs post I didn't, obviously, and I'm a little annoyed at myself about it. But, that allows me to rec it now, and this is absolutely a college fic. So I guess that works out. Anyway, like I said when I talked about Lane Lines, I love when a sports AU also works as a lens to look at some of Steve's less-than-healthy ways of dealing with things. This fic, which is about college hockey, is another great example of that. There are a lot of things in this fic — many of them, but not all of them, related to Bucky — that Steve has told himself he Absolutely Cannot Do, and his journey of letting go of some of that over the course of this story is one I enjoyed so, so much. Like I said, I could've rec'd this one in June, so there's a lot centered on sexuality happening here. There are a lot of feelings and a lot of romance. Also, one of my spreadsheet notes in the tropes column for this one says, "GRAND GESTURES." So.

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Bucky doesn’t know what to do with those smiles. He doesn’t know where to keep them (because he so desperately wants to keep them) that they won't cloud him. That they won’t press into his stupid crush and spill it over into something more dangerous. The team dynamic is flowing, winding, warming into something so comfortable, it bleeds into their game, and it’s like they can’t lose. They win their next two home games, Bucky chasing down Steve’s scoring record and loving every second of it. The way Steve isn’t even mad about it. The way Steve nods at him in the locker room at the end of the games. Claps him on the shoulder now with the rest of the team… All of it leaves Bucky so wholly unprepared.

🎓Persued by a bear | Zenaidamacrouras1 @zenaidamacrouras1 | Explicit | 19,200 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

So, they're slightly older in this fic than any other fic on this list. (Well, actually, maybe not? They're a bit older in Natasha Romonaoff's Dating Service, too.) Steve is a professor and Bucky is a PhD candidate. This is also the very most academic of all fics on this list, and it's a complete and total delight from start to finish. It's a Shakespeare conference! There are tweed jackets, and suspenders, and pickup lines using Shakespeare, and the cutest Steve POV voice. I'm always, always a huge fan of a fic that features what could have been, should have been, a one-night stand, but that turns into so much more — with some hiccups, but also a lot of shameless flirtation, along the way. This fic delivers that so incredibly well and is just such a fun read.

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“You’re good at what you do, too, James,” Steve says softly, looking up at Bucky through his lashes, and shit, he didn’t mean for this to get all sexy all of a sudden. Bucky’s just. Really sexy. “You should call me Bucky. If you want," Bucky says softly. "I think I do, Bucky," Steve says because. He does. And Bucky's at a completely different university, and he's obviously a full-on, real-deal grown-up. Maybe this is okay. "Watching you work and listening to you think after following your scholarly writing for so long was incredibly hot,” Bucky says in a rush. “I’m sure you get that all the time. God, now I sound like a groupie.” Steve suppresses a smile. “Believe it or not, I don’t really have groupies."

There are a few additional fics that could be classed college/university fics and that absolutely are on my rec spreadsheet/in my bookmarks, but that I didn't include here. These are almost all fics with a plot about driving home (from campus) for the holidays/car sharing/motel room sharing/etc. that I feel like are holiday fics more than college fics, and holiday fics will almost definitely be their own post. (I didn't realize I had more than one fic like that bookmarked. But apparently, I do.)

I do have an apocalypse/dystopias/etc rec post sitting in my drafts I'm stressing myself out about it. Probably unnecessarily. I swear it's coming soon. Maybe I'll also do something seasonal in October? I haven't thought about that yet, but it's completely possible.

Fic Rec Series

[sweetvoicecafe]

Welcome to the Sweet Voice Cafe, a HLVRAI AU!

The cafe serves ice cream, hot drinks, and a few options of pastries! Their special includes different themed ice creams with sweet voice ingredients that give actual effects. (Calming, kindness, sleepiness, love, etc.) The decorations are loud and bright, driving away most “karens”. Sunkist is the mascot! The science team has a large apartment upstairs where they reside. It’s basically a collection of Outcodes. This is an AU where Black Mesa, aliens, and powers don’t exist. They simply exist in the Half Life video games. The government has taken notice of this establishment, but are so frightened by the unknown powers of these entities, that they don’t take action.

Information about all characters below!

Benrey (Benny)

He/It/They (He preferred) Nonbinary Omnisexual

He messed around and found out, escaping his reality for but a few minutes. The universe didn’t like that and hard reset, replacing them with an identical Benrey. He can visit his old AU, but if he ever tries to interact with someone he gets teleported out of distance. He eventually found the Sweet Voice Cafe. In his free time, he enjoys working there (it supplies sweet voice or works the cash register sometimes), playing video games, or traveling the multiverse, usually the latter.

Outfits include blues, purples, and pinks, plus sort of 80s aesthetics. Comfy clothes like hoodies and sweatshirts. It does have some casual hats, but his helmet is a comfort item.

Powers:

- Sweet Voice

- Multiverse Travel/Portals

- Glitching/Clipping

- Fast Healing/Immortality

- Flying/Floating

- Size Manipulation

Mr. Coomer

He/Him Trans Bisexual

He’s from an AU where he became self-aware way too early on and panicked. The game didn’t like that and expelled him from the universe. He floated in the void for a bit, but luckily not long enough to go crazy, less than a couple of days. He was rescued by Bubby and they ended up traveling together for a while before meeting the others and settling down. He became a co-owner of Sweet Voice Cafe, but enjoys working alongside everyone, usually greeting customers. He’s a very fun and extroverted manager, but takes harassment of his employees very seriously. A look alone can scare off the worst of customers.

Outfits include collared shirts, Hawaiian shirts, and rolled up sleeves. Likes green tones and bootleg brand logos.

Powers:

- Sweet Voice

- Advanced Biotech (extendo arms/legs, rocket launcher arm, artificial colon, etc.)

- Sometimes unable to feel pain and others times feels it to the extreme (not allowed to work with the hot items)

- Glow in the dark eyes/Night vision

- Can eat anything (he’s considered the trash disposal lol)

Bubby

He/Xim Agender Pansexual Demiromantic

Bubby’s world was dismantled very quickly by a virus, only a few minutes into gameplay. Bubby had only met Tommy for a short moment. When the world glitched out of existence, his body went into overdrive to protect him. Xe floated through the void for a long time in a coma. He finally awoke when a faceless NPC let him out. After exploring his powers, Xe traveled the multiverse alone at random for quite a while, a couple years at least. He met Coomer and they settled down in an unknown AU after about a year. He’s a co-owner of SVC, but prefers to work more behind the scenes, ordering people around in the kitchen and making hot drinks (no need to pay for machines yippee!). Although he’s strong enough to pick the AUs he goes to now, he only uses it to visit rage rooms lol. He has a couple pet Snarks named Pyro and Ember.

Fashion-wise, he would wear any type of outfit and SLAY. But his preferences include leather jackets, turtlenecks, and flowy skirts. He prefers cyan, black, red, and neon colors, especially if it has flame motifs. Xe doesn’t wear pastels unless it’s blue.

Powers:

- Ultimate Lifeform

- Pyrokinesis

- Controlled Multiversal Travel

- Turning into a car (and speaking to/controlling them)

- Translation of any language

- Telekinesis

- Pretty much any power you can think of. You have no idea what he will do next and he likes it that way.

Tommy Neapolitan

He/Him Cis Asexual Panromantic

Tommy hails from a world where he chose his last name based on ice cream, and loves smoothies instead of soda. He experienced the entire game before he was taken during his birthday party at Ben and Jerrys. (SVC) Gman, grieving from his loss, saw Tommy and embraced him, taking him with him to the next AU. With the lack of Tommy, his original world was overwritten to fix it, effectively replacing him. Gman and Tommy didn’t get along for the longest time, but now they’re on speaking terms, albeit tense. Tommy manages most of the ice cream department because of his expertise in flavors. He also does the bookkeeping.

Tommy wears mostly soft colors, usually yellow, orange, and pink coded. He prefers loose clothing, but ties it back when working with food.

Powers:

- Time powers

- Glow in the dark eyes/Night vision

- Sweet voice (better at reading than speaking it though)

- Semi-photographic memory

Gordon Martinez

He/Him Trans Bisexual

Because he hails from a “it is a game” AU, you can imagine how shocking it was when supernatural stuff happened in his OWN home, not in the VR set. To this day, he’s still unsure what exactly happened. Aliens? The government? Fairies? He doesn’t know and doesn’t care. When they started getting attacked, his first instinct was of course to protect his son. Soon enough, Bubby rescued them and brought them to SVC. He is divorced, but luckily Gordon has full custody and is just grateful his son is safe. He was more than happy to settle down, despite Joshua’s grumblings. He helps with the miscellaneous baking in the kitchen. His bestseller is his croissants! In his free time, he enjoys streaming or binge watching tv.

He’s drawn to warm colors for his outfits, usually oranges and browns. He likes sweaters or shirts with funny dad jokes. He has a couple of hoodies as well.

Powers

- Does being an absolute nerd count?

Joshua Martinez

He/Him

Joshua is 6 years old. He doesn't understand what happened, but whines to Gordon about missing his friends and why they can’t go back. He’s happy he gets a big room to himself now at least! Gordon eventually enrolled him in a nearby school. He enjoys cowboys, dinosaurs, music, and video games. His least favorite class is math. He very much enjoys the free ice cream he gets from the shop. Benrey had to be scolded for giving him too much one time asdgfhjkl.

Tshirts with logos! Doesn’t have a color preference yet, but does enjoy his cowboy hat and assorted bandanas the team keeps getting him.

Powers:

- Puppy dog eyes you cannot resist (but should learn to)

George Mantle (GMan)

He/It Agender Aroace

George lost his Tommy in a freak accident that also wiped out his entire world. He wandered the multiverse aimlessly, unfortunately not finding any AUs with a Tommy either. It met a Slick once, but noticed how differently they sounded and acted, so he didn’t pry. The first Tommy he saw was Neapolitan. He immediately hugged him, and the universe decided “oh hey, angst” and kicked them both out. It took a very long time for the two to get on good terms. It tries its best in forming a connection though. Gman focuses on keeping the establishment running and secretly watches the government to make sure they don’t do something… unwise to his friends. He wants nothing to do with multiversal travel anymore, no siree.

He wears lots of suits. They’re just the most comfortable to him. They do end up varying in color and pattern. One time Tommy got him a long sleeved shirt with a pattern of a fake suit on it and he nearly cried. (Tommy took it to mean the gift was bad, but Gman was just moved his “son” was trying to make a connection.)

Powers:

- Time manipulation

- Clipping/glitching

- Teleportation

- Invisibility

- Glowing eyes/Night vision

- Could breathe in space/underwater but has no interest in doing so.

Forzen

He/She Bigender Abrosexual

Forzen doesn’t quite remember where he came from. She just woke up here one day, I guess. He doesn’t live with the science team and only shows up every once and a while as a customer. He only orders original Rocky Road ice cream. In reality, the government asked her to keep an eye on SVC. Since this is a world where aliens and supernatural occurrences don’t exist, they’re very unsure how to handle the situation. Forzen is laid back and bored over the whole thing. She’s just happy he gets a free living space and unlimited pizza and textbooks at his disposal. The government asked what he wanted to graduate in, and he never ever elaborated.

He mostly wears baggy t-shirts and jeans, sometimes cargo pants. Dull colors or funny phrases.

Powers:

- Teleportation

- Super Speed

- Indestructibility (this greatly frightens the government, especially after he denied wanting to fight for their military)

Darnold

They/He/She Genderfluid Asexual Demiromantic

Darnold is from an unknown AU. Maybe. They either remember and don’t want to talk about it, or don’t care. She very quickly adapts to the new place and the science team welcomed him into their apartment. He very much enjoys his place in the cafe, able to experiment and mix flavors and sweet voice combinations in his lab. Tommy tried to help gather sweet voice, but he’s not good enough at it himself, and Sunkist wouldn’t listen. So Darnold has to stock up on the sporadic times Benrey returns. They enjoy flying kites and playing TF2 in their spare time.

Their favorite outfit is sweater vests and she enjoys darker warm colors, like maroon and purple. She collects various bow ties.

Powers:

- Fast Healing

- Flying

- Not much else, but can invent stuff easily from scrap metal and spare parts

Sunkist

She/He/It

No one knows where Sunkist came from because, well, she can’t speak. As he is the perfect dog, he doesn’t shed, and is allowed to freely roam the cafe, or wherever else she’d like to wander off to. As the mascot, it is well beloved by the community. It can change his form from a flat (and slightly glowing and transparent) png to a human-sized dog at will. Very quickly bonded with Tommy and became a support when he was struggling with the situation. It cares for everyone on the science team, regardless of whether it listens to their demands or not.

Sometimes wears bandanas, collars, or bows with soda motifs. No one gifted it to her, she just appears with them sometimes and they may change when you blink . . .

Powers:

- Sweet Voice

- Immortal and indestructible

- Clipping and flying

- Teleportation

- Glowing (including in 3D form, but it's by random)

[cerise-on-top]

I love your writing so much, you really captured who the Cod Men are 💜💜

Can I request Rudy with an S/O who likes to steal their clothing? Like I just know this man has soft hoodies and nice button-up shirts that we can use

Thank you 💜

Thank you, I try to write a mix of what I think the requester wants and how the CoD people would genuinely react to something! It's not always easy, but I try! And that's a really cute request! Rodolfo's been getting quite some love as of late, which is nice!

Rodolfo with a Clothes-Thief!Reader

When thinking about the relationship he has with you, Rodolfo thinks about many things: Spoonfeeding you some of his sorbet, cuddling under the blankets while drinking hot cocoa on a cold winter evening, kissing each other on the forehead during soft moments. He doesn’t really consider the bad things a relationship could bring all that often, being fairly romantic and wanting to live those soft and sweet moments with you, as well as remembering them in as much detail as he can. This changes when he notices you, who could usually do no wrong, waltzing around in your home wearing one of his hoodies. And I agree with you, his hoodies are very soft and warm since the fabric is important to him. He also makes sure they stay soft and comfortable since he always thought he’d be the only one wearing them. You opened his eyes, you are a thief.

When he sees you washing the dishes wearing one of his gray hoodies, he’ll simply stare at you for a moment, thinking about whether or not it’s real. He completely forgot that he, too, could be a victim of a relationship and lose his beloved clothing to his beloved criminal. If it’s a chilly morning, then he’ll simply walk up to you and hug you from behind. If he’s feeling especially mischievous, then he’ll put his hands under his article of clothing and onto your tummy so you can feel his cold hands. But that is unlikely to happen. Still! You need to be considerate of your partner as well! If you’re cold he is cold, put him in a blanket burrito!

While he knows exactly who this hoodie or sweater belongs to, he will ask you where you got it from, claiming that you’ve got a nice taste in fashion with a gentle smile. You can then either tell the truth or lie to him. The truth will earn you a chuckle and a kiss to your temple. Lie to him and he’ll interrogate you where you got it from. But eventually he will also ask you if you like his clothing that much. If you do, then you’re more than welcome to take it if he doesn’t need it that day. That extends to things that aren’t just sweaters or hoodies as well. Granted, he isn’t the most fashionable guy, but if he likes something enough he’ll usually buy it and look good in it as well. If you like his shirts as well, then sure, go for it. If it fits, then you can wear it. His clothing is, for the most part, fairly neutral. Lots of grays and lots of blues, so he prefers colder colors over warmer ones. There aren’t many motifs on his shirts, maybe some white palm leaves, but that’s about it.

If he sees you’ve really taken a liking to his clothing, then he’ll buy some more things he thinks you might enjoy, wear them every once in a while, and leave the rest up to you. He sort of does like seeing you in his clothing, in all honesty. You look snug and comfortable in it, plus it gives him the feeling that you do really really like him. When the two of you are roughly the same size, he’ll wear a sweater of yours as well from time to time, just to get some revenge and maybe feel as though you’re with him at that moment. It’s got your scent on it, and what else could be more precious in your absence? In fact, he’ll even give your big pink sweater a try if he really feels like it. You make him feel more comfortable in his skin, so he might even wear stuff like a hot pink and walk up to you so you can see him. If he looks ridiculous to you, he’ll be a bit nervous but laugh alongside you, if you compliment him and coo over how cute he looks, he’ll be a bit flustered and give you a shy smile. So yeah, if the both of you have been with each other for long enough and are comfortable enough, then the clothes stealing will go both ways, if possible.

Rodolfo might try to buy an extra oversized sweater so he can see if the both of you can fit underneath it. Yes, he hides that sweater for quite some time as he’s afraid you’ll laugh at him, but he really does want to try it some time. Maybe it’ll be fun. Maybe it’ll be pleasant. And if it’s neither of those things you have another oversized sweater to call your own. Sometimes you might even go clothes shopping together, just to see which parts of your wardrobe you can share together.

[jut-and-dae-enthusiast]

You Feel Like //h.j.s

pairing: idol!jisung x fem!reader I genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers I Warnings: talk of anxiety, mention of sasaengs (kinda just wanted to be sure to put it here), use of pet names (baby, lovey), mc gets very drunk, im experiencing hanji brain rot and this is the product, y/n is written from the perspective of being plus sized but it's not a plot point bc it doesn't need to be :)

word count: 4.8k

a/n: hello everyone! Just a heads up in case it isn't explained well enough in the beginning here: the use of the name "Han" is in reference to like his stage name, while "Jisung" is in reference to him as just a normal human. Apologies if that gets confusing but I thought the idea was cool. :) Also the title comes from this song, as I feel like the song fits the vibe. titles are hard. thank you. i love u.

reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

If you spent any amount of time with him, you would know there are two very distinct sides to Han Jisung. 

First, there was Han. This is where the performer side of him lived. The side that everyone knew. The cocky faces he makes when he dances, the way he raps like he could bring any person in the room to their knees in that moment. A loud voice, drawing the whole room’s attention to him with a laugh that almost immediately followed anything he said. Witty and funny, goofy and smiley. This is Han.

Then, there’s Jisung. This is where the domestic side of him lived. The side that only those closest to him had the honor of seeing. Quiet mornings, gentle humming as he writes lyrics on notebook paper or napkins or anything a pen could mark. A dark room with only soft fairy lights and a tv screen playing his favorite anime or kdrama. Cozy hoodies and soft smiles, content in the calmness. Wide eyes and puffy cheeks, still goofy but only because that’s who he is. This is Jisung. 

Your first encounter, of course, was with Han. It was a Friday night and you had gone to do karaoke with some friends to try and blow off steam. After hours of screaming your favorite songs, you were ready to go home. Your friends, however, were still going steady. So, you decided to step out for a moment. Stepping out of the room, you heard a group making their way down the opposite hall, the one in front loudly cracking jokes. You could see some dyed hair poking out from the bottom of his beanie, threatening to fall into his eyes. To your horror, you realized they had looped back around and were now coming directly towards you. Unsure of what to do, you turned and faced the wall, hoping they would just glide past you the way all groups of attractive men tended to. You saw the group move on and sighed with relief, turning back around. However, you were suddenly face to face with the loud one in the beanie. You blinked in surprise, expecting him to have been with his little gang. 

“You okay?” He asks softly, scanning your face carefully. His eyes were so big it seemed like they were drinking you in even though he wasn’t trying. He’s really pretty, you thought to yourself, back pressed gently to the wall. He gave you a look as if to ask you again and you nodded, clearing your throat gently. 

“Yes! Uh, just taking a little break. They’re hard to keep up with.” You point to the door and, as if they could sense it, your friend tried to hit a high note that sounded like a cry of pain. The stranger chuckled, looking down at his feet while nodding. 

“I just… I felt like you needed someone to check in with you. People don’t usually stand with their nose pressed to the wall.” He teased a bit, holding back a smirk. Your cheeks flushed pink, head turning to look down the hall in an effort to conceal it. 

“Well, thanks… for noticing.” You mutter, clenching your trembling fingers into a fist. 

“Han! What’re you doing?” A voice called from a room down the hall. 

“I’ll be just a sec!” He called back and sighed. “I didn’t catch your name. As you heard, I’m Han. Actually Han Jisung. My friends call me either of those. Or both. Or whatever.” He rambled and you could see the tips of his ears dusting pink. 

“I’m y/n.” You replied softly, a smile resting on your lips as you watched him, intrigued. 

“I hope we meet again, y/n.” He smiled wide and you nearly melted. Everything about him was radiant. He turned to walk down the hall and you felt him slipping from your fingers. You knew you would never meet him again. That this must have been some type of divine intervention, bringing you two together. 

“W-wait!” You called after him, causing him to turn and look at you curiously. You reached into your purse and frantically dug for a pen and some sort of paper. You pulled out an old receipt and scribbled your phone number on the back along with your name. “I don’t think fate will be kind enough to shove us together like this again.” You breathed as you handed the paper to him, face red. He looked down at your extended hand and a smile twitched on his lips. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and pocketed the paper gently, flashing you a smile. 

“I’ll text you, y/n.” He said softly before turning and disappearing into the room with his friends. You slowly made your way back to your own group, trying to catch your breath. Your friends were oblivious, telling you to sing this group song with them. You nodded and grabbed a tambourine, trying to not obsess over the question of whether Han had already texted you or not. 

It was late when you finally got home, phone securely in your hand. You even turned the ringer on, which you never did, so that you wouldn’t miss his message. However, no message came that night. Or in the morning. Or even over the next few days. You had become convinced that he’d just thrown the paper away when your phone pinged. 

Unknown Number: hey sorry it took a sec but this is han

y/n: oh hey! Its ok haha no worries 

Han: also thanks for giving me ur number. I was too scared to ask for it fr.

y/n: lol glad to know i wasnt the only one 

You grew fairly close with him from that moment, the two of you texting almost constantly. 

 

The first time you hung out with Han, he had invited you to hang out with him and his friends (which you found out meant his bandmates) at his apartment. When you found the apartment building, you tried to enter but the door was locked. Pulling out your phone, you called Han. 

“Hey! You aren’t lost, right?” Han greeted and you could perfectly imagine the smile on his face.

“No, I’m at your building. I just can’t get in.” You explained, looking up the side as if you could see him. 

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. We have to keep our building extra secure, especially after an incident we had a bit ago.” You could hear the way even thinking about it made him anxious, whatever it was. “I’m coming down to let you in, so give me like three minutes.” 

“Okay, I’m timing you.” You teased and could hear him breathe out a laugh. 

“I better hurry then, huh?” He laughed and you heard the elevator ding in the background. When he arrived at the door, he pushed it open and flashed you a wide smile. 

“Two minutes and forty seconds. Close call, Jisung.” You chuckled as you walked through the open door, falling in step beside him quietly. 

“I think the elevator deserves all of the credit for that.” He shrugs, pushing the call button and standing beside you with his hands in his pockets. “Thanks for coming, by the way.” He smiled softly, looking at you with happy eyes. 

“Thanks for inviting me.” You responded softly, taking note of the static feeling between the two of you. It was tugging, drawing you in with every breath. The sharp ding of the elevator arriving drew you back to reality, light from the empty elevator flooding into the dark lobby. Han gestures for you to go first, bowing politely. 

His apartment was near the top of the building, so the elevator ride was quiet. But, somehow, it wasn’t awkward. Silence with him felt comfortable, safe almost. He seemed to have realized at the same time, looking at you with a wondering expression. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but was cut off by the opening of the elevator doors. 

The apartment was definitely one men lived in, if you can believe that. You chuckled to yourself at the corner of the room dedicated to various at-home workout equipment. But it absolutely could have been worse. 

“Guys, this is my friend y/n. She was the one I met at karaoke a couple weeks ago.” Han introduced you to the group. The group all greeted you with soft smiles from where they were and invited you over to sit with them. You recognized some of their faces from the videos you had seen, but it was a little overwhelming trying to learn who was who. Felix eagerly scooted beside you and started talking with you, which you were grateful for. Han sat on the other side of you even though he was fully engaged in a conversation with Hyunjin. Han was the light in the room and everyone was drawn into it, laughing heartily at his jokes or hanging on his every word when he told a story. They teased him, of course, as friends do, and he would loudly defend himself and make everyone laugh again. 

You sat back quietly and observed, taking note of the dynamics that naturally lived in the group. Started to pick out the ones who subconsciously stuck together, who people directed their conversations towards most often. It was fascinating, so much so that you didn’t even notice Han looking towards you and asking you a question. He poked your knee gently, drawing your attention back on him. 

“You good?” He whispered, looking for any sign of anxiety or discomfort on your face. When you nodded happily, you saw his shoulders loosen. “I’m getting another drink, do you want anything?” His voice was soft, as if he didn’t want the others to be in this conversation. Not that any of them even cared or noticed, too wrapped up in eachother. 

“I’ll have whatever you get.” You smile a bit wider at the way he strongly considers what that choice should be. He stands and walks towards the kitchen, humming a tune you can’t quite place. 

“Y/n, what do you do for work?” Chan asked softly from across the small table, clearly wanting you to feel welcome even when Han isn’t in the room. 

“Oh, I’m a preschool teacher.” You nod, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you. 

“That’s so cute. Do you do lots of fingerpainting?” Felix asks from your other side. You chuckle and shake your head. 

“It’s way too messy and all of these kids wear clothes that are worth more than I make in two years.” They nod, the conversation coming to a lull. 

“Ooo, y/n tell them about the craft project you guys did last week.” Han sits beside you and sets a can of soda in front of you that’s identical to his. You dive into a story about popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners and trying to explain the term ‘structural integrity’ to four year olds. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Han watching you carefully. Hanging on your every word just like everyone does for him. Even though he’s heard it all before, he laughs and smiles and nods. Once the attention slides away from you and they disburse back into their own little conversations, you try to be part of one between Han and Jeongin but soon realize that Jeongin is talking with Chan. You trail off, awkwardly looking down at your hands. “Hey, keep going. I’m listening.” You hear Han encourage softly, bumping your arm gently with his drink. You look up at him and smile gratefully, launching back into the tale of the time you were chased by an angry lizard and Han is completely invested with wide eyes. 

The first time you hung out with Jisung was at your apartment, roughly a year after the two of you had met at the karaoke. 

“Ugh, it’s just been a shitty day and I need a drink.” You vented to Jisung on the phone while you folded laundry. 

“Should I bring over some beer and chicken? Maybe some soju?” You can hear his keys jingling in the background, clearly already getting ready to head your way. 

“No, it’s fine. You guys are so busy lately, I would hate to take your time. I’ll be fine, Ji.” The nickname was a recent development, but you both seemed to like it so it stuck. 

“Okay, so beer and soju. Got it. I’ll even be your knight in shining armor and get those chips you love for some reason.” You hear his door click shut behind him. “I’ll be over soon pookie wookie bear.” He says in a cute voice and you make a gagging sound. “Okay, okay! Sorry! I am actually on my way. Give me like 15 minutes, yeah?” 

Twenty minutes later, you heard your doorbell ringing over. And over. And over. You opened the door and glared. 

“If I could, I would yell your full government name at you right now.” You sigh, and let him in, cursing your neighbor who you found out was a Stay shortly after they moved in. Yeah, makes having any of the boys over very tricky. Great times. Jisung giggles because he knows the reason “You little shit.” You mutter, rolling your eyes. He sets down his convenience store bag on the coffee table and eyes your folded laundry while glancing over to see if you’re watching. “No! No, I just washed those. Get your own hoodies you gremlin.” You can’t help but laugh as he pouts, hands reaching out for his personal favorite of your hoodie collection. You swipe the pile and toss it onto your bed. 

“But your hoodies are so much comfier.” He whines and sighs, huffing into his spot on the floor. 

“Just buy your own hoodies in a bigger size.” You shake your head, plopping beside him on the floor and emptying the bags. 

“Yeah, but our hoodie is a special one I can’t buy myself.” 

“My hoodie that I bought at a concert just months ago?” You know which one he’s referring to. It’s a dark green hoodie you bought when you saw your favorite artist in concert recently. “I bet you could find it online.” You mutter, ignoring his pleading eyes and grab the remote to pick something to watch. You land on your comfort anime, Haikyuu and Jisung groans. 

“Look, I get that you had a rough day. But if I have to watch the Karasuno vs. Aoba Johsai match again, I might unalive myself.”

“Okay, what should we watch then?” You give up, handing him the remote. He scrolls through the options for a while, sighing periodically before shrugging. 

“Do you wanna just put on cafe vlogs and talk about it?” He asks softly, taking a sip of his beer. Your lip wobbled but you nodded, taking a deep breath and a big swig of your somaek than Han had made for you. He also made a mess on the floor, but in his defense he was just trying to make you feel better. Once Najing is making drinks on your TV, he turns his attention towards you and quietly waits. You look at him and anchor yourself to the stars you swear you see swirling in his eyes. 

“Okay, so-” a sob escapes from your mouth and the rest of your retelling of the day is a blubbering mess. A set of parents publicly humiliated you for something that was well out of your control and your boss was absolutely of no help, saying it must have been your fault. Jisung is sympathetic, handing you tissues and patting your arm gently. 

“y/n-ah, that was definitely not your fault. That shit is so out of pocket, you didn’t deserve that.” He grabbed your hand gently and both of you jumped back as if you were shocked by electricity. You clearly weren’t expecting that and he didn’t even realize he had done it. “UHHH OKAY HOW ABOUT KARAOKE.” Han came out to cover Jisung from the embarrassment and all you could do was laugh. 

“I am not in the mood for karaoke.” You gasp between wheezes, shaking your head. 

“Then you need more alcohol.” He filled your glass back to the top and handed it to you. You can’t tell if his cheeks are red from the beer or from what just happened but he was so damn cute you didn’t care.  

“No, I don’t want to hear you do terrible covers of your group's own songs. It’s very painful for me, a fan, to hear. And I’m sure my neighbor would break through the wall in an instant.” You take a sip of your drink, trying to catch your breath. He frowns and takes his spot next to you. It’s quiet between the two of you, but you don’t feel pressured to say anything. You weren’t sure how long had passed, the two of you just quietly watching drinks be made. “Thank you, Sungie. I feel better just having you here.” Your head turns to look at him and he’s eyeing you with a small smile. 

“You’ve never called me that in person before.” he comments softly, the stars swirling even more. Did you have too much to drink? Maybe. 

“Called you what? Sungie?” You giggle and lean towards him. Yeah, you’re definitely drunk. He huffs out a small laugh at whatever it is you’re doing and turns his face away. 

“I like it. You can keep calling me that if you want.” 

“Only when it’s just us though. That seems like a” you lean in closer and whisper “boyfriend nickname.” And you swear for a second that his cheeks instantly flush red, but he stands up and mutters something about going to the bathroom, pulling his hood over his head. While he’s gone, you crawl onto the couch and curl into a ball. You swear you only plan to close your eyes for a second, but are awoken by Jisung shaking you awake.

“Should I go home?” He asks softly, squatting down to be eye level with you. You pout and shake your head, making grabby hands for him. 

“Can’t you just cuddle with me all night?” This time you for sure see his cheeks flush pink. 

“Why do you keep saying things like that?” He asks sadly, gently pushing a strand of hair from your face. 

“Because I’ve secretly been attracted to you from the moment I saw you. But shhh, you can’t tell Jisung.” You slur, grabbing his hoodie and tugging him onto the couch. He holds back a laugh as you pull him into your arms, humming in content when you finally have him close. He’s still for a moment before coming to the quiet realization that your arms are the home he’s longed for all these years. His eyes scan the details of your face, tears threatening to fall at any moment. The two of you had hugged before, so why was it so different this time? Why was his heart pounding yet somehow he’s never felt more at peace. 

“We can’t go back from here.” He whispers to you with a serious gaze but you’re already asleep, snoring softly. He places a feather soft kiss on your nose and nuzzles into you happily. 

You woke up that morning to a text from Jisung, explaining that he had to run out for some work thing. You groaned, lifting your head from the couch and looking around the living room. It was surprisingly clean for Jisung having been over last night. You don’t remember much after the mention of karaoke, and even that’s a little fuzzy. You drag yourself to the kitchen to drink some water, swearing that you’ll never drink again. Is it a lie? Perhaps. But it feels sincere right now. You’re in the process of gulping down an entire bottle of water when new memories from the night before flood into your mind. Water sprays from your nose in shock, luckily you’re near the sink. 

“Oh my god, y/n you can never drink again. Holy shit why did I DO THAT?” You blindly reach for a paper towel to clean off your face, coughing slightly. As if sensing he was being thought about, you see Jisung calling you. You clear your throat and pick up, trying to seem like whatever that was didn’t just happen. “Hey, what’s up Ji?” 

“Hey! I was just checking on you, baby. You were still sleeping when I left.” Baby? Oh dear, what have you done? 

“Oh, uh thanks. Yeah, I’m just drinking some water.” And blowing it out your nose, no big deal. We love a talented queen. “Um, Ji, about last night-” 

“Sorry y/n-ah, I gotta go. I’ll come see you tonight, okay?” He cuts you off, ending the call just as abruptly as it had started. 

The day consisted of you pacing around your apartment, trying to figure out how to tell Jisung that you didn’t actually mean to confess your feelings. Not that you didn’t mean what you said but more that the timing was terrible. You had known him for over a year now but you were scared that this was too fast. He wasn’t even technically allowed to date, so all of this was wrong. So wrong. So, when Jisung arrived at your apartment later that day, you had been spiraling down this rabbit hole for hours. You were a mess and almost burst into tears at the sight of him. Of course he had flowers, why wouldn’t he have flowers? He was holding them so cutely too. 

“Sorry I’m kinda late, I wasn’t sure which bouquet at the flower shop was prettier.” His smile was so wide it almost hurt. You stepped to the side, letting him come in. 

“So, uh, Ji. I wanted to talk about last night.” You muttered nervously, picking at your nails with your eyes on the floor. 

“Oh, sure. Yeah, let's talk about it.” You could hear the worry in his voice as he sat on the couch, waiting for you to join him. You sat beside him and took a deep breath, unable to look at him. 

“I… I just wanted to apologize for what drunk y/n did. She, uh, clearly forgot her manners. She also forgot that you’re not allowed to date, so yeah. Not very cool.” You finally gained the strength to look up at him and he was holding back a laugh, trying his hardest to look serious. 

“Uh, so you’re saying that you don’t feel that way?” He asks, momentarily gaining his composure. 

“Well, no. But I know that-” 

“Then that’s all that matters. All the rest of it, we’ll figure it out.” He grabs your hand and sighs. “You’re just too cute, you know that?” He flashed you his wide smile that made your heart melt and all the anxiety skitter away from your mind. 

You thought that dating a celebrity would have been awkward or scary. But dating Jisung felt as easy as breathing. While, yes, you had to keep your relationship hidden from the world as well as his company, the two of you still managed to be attached at the hip. Until your schedules made it a bit more difficult, of course. But you could always count on Jisung to bombard you with tiktoks at any given point of the day. 

This last comeback, however, there wasn’t even time for that. You tried to text and call him when you could, but both of you were so busy that the calls were never longer than an hour and the messages were brief. Scrolling through Twitter, you saw Stay talking about how worried they were for Han, saying he seemed like he wasn’t feeling well. It was like a knife twisting in your heart to see him like that, to see that the Han front wasn’t even able to hold up. 

With some help from Chan, you booked a flight to come visit Jisung while he conveniently had the day off after lunch. You had arrived at his hotel room just before he had gotten back, waiting eagerly on the couch for him. Your heart jumped at the sound of the door opening and you stood, already craving him in your arms. You heard him sigh and kick his shoes off, padding into the room. His eyes were glued to his phone, headphones in. You chuckled to yourself as he obliviously went into the bedroom and you followed behind him. He crawled into bed and finally noticed you when he glanced up towards the end of the bed where you stood. His eyes widened and he sat up, jaw dropping in shock. 

“Baby? Is it really you?” You could see his eyes begin to water as he stood up and slowly made his way towards you. 

“Yeah, I’m here love.” You smiled as he quickly closed the space between the two of you and pulled you in close. His sniffles only made your heart break for him more, your arms tightening around his body to hold him closer. 

“I missed you so much. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but it’s so hard right now.”He mumbled into your neck where he was nuzzled against you. “I’m trying so hard to be what I’m supposed to be, but I’m so tired and my head hurts all the time. I really don’t want to let them down, but I don’t know how to do better.” You can feel his tears wetting your shirt as he confides in you, tears streaming down your own cheeks.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” You sighed and gently pulled him away and held his face in your hands. “Look at me baby.” You whispered softly, wiping tears from his face with your thumbs. His wide eyes slowly slide to meet yours and the guilt that lives in them fills you with sadness and anger. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with having an off day, or even an off week for that matter. Maybe even an off month. You work a very demanding job and you do it flawlessly. So many people love you and look to you for strength, Han Jisung. But you’re allowed to not feel okay. To need some time alone, to recharge.” You kiss his forehead gently and you can feel him lean into your touch. “I know we’re both busy, but I’m seriously just a phone call away- always. I don’t care where I am, I’ll answer if you call.” You pull back and look at him and he gives you a small smile, nodding. 

“Thank you for coming.” His voice is soft, looking at you adoringly. He covers your face in kisses, a full smile finally growing on his beautiful face. 

“Oh, I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you.” You go out to the couch and grab the gift bag you had brought in and hand it to him with a smile. He furrows his brow and peaks into the bag before breaking out into a huge grin. “I figured I could loan our favorite hoodie to you until you come back.” You chuckle as you watch him frantically take off the one he was wearing and replace it with yours. He rushes over to you and hugs you tightly again. The two of you eventually end up on the bed, snuggled up to one another in comfortable silence. After what could have been hours, Jisung kisses your forehead and keeps his lips there while he mumbles the phrase that makes your heart soar every single time you hear it. 

“I love you so much, y/n.” 

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Dick Grayson x fem!!reader

Where the reader sees her ex and Dick is with her and she doesn’t like it. He is just annoying her that she doesn’t have a boyfriend and that she is a loser or whatever you want. So Dick sees this and doesn’t like it and pretends that he’s her boyfriend but the ex doesn’t believe them and then you can go on from that

Thanks

Hi, I'm going to quickly do this on my phone, while I'm taking a break from work. So I apologise for any errors.

The mall problem.

Warnings" swearing.

"Hey, I'm just going to duck in here and grab something," Dick says, turning you around and heading back down from the direction you just came from.

It's not that you hate Christmas shopping, but with Dicks 6+ siblings to buy for you feel like you've been stuck at the mall all day.

"Cool, I'm just going to head down to hot topic and grab something for Cass. Meet me there."

You're looking through the various tops, trying to find one in her size when someone catches your eye. Fuck. She must've heard you think it, her eyes immediately meeting yours.

"Hey!" Clementine calls, waving to you over the racks of clothes, "long time no see," she smiles, a familiar vicious look in her eyes she approaches you, "What are you up to?"

"Not a lot," you shrug, trying to back away but find nowhere to hide.

"I heard you dropped out of med school. Was it to expensive?"

"No, nothing like that," gods why are you so nervous. Why does she have this effect on you, like your heart is going to jump out of your chest.

"Going back into your emo phase?" She laughs, a shrill and penetrative sound, "how fun for you!"

"No i-"

"And still alone I see. What a bummer, I did tell you, you always looked better in pink," her eyes dancing over the large black and blue hoodie your wearing, "maybe you should try something more flattering," she picks up the hot pink mini dress to her left, holding it up to your body, "like this,"

"I'm- I'm good, thanks. Actually I was-"

"There you are," Dick smiles, his arm landing around your shoulder, "been looking for you everywhere." He lifts your chin, placing a small kiss on your lips, "Did you find anything?"

"Excuse me!" Clem says, making an annoyed face at Dick.

"You're excused," he smiles at her, but it's all teeth. "This what you picked out for Cass?" He asks you, his voice suddenly soft again.

"Who do you think you are?" Clem complains, sounding every bit the petulant child.

"No one you'd care to know,"

"This! A man? Really? I thought you were better than this," Clem stomps.

"I-"

"You ready to go, babe?" Dick reassures you, pointing at the different art styles on the shirts in front of you.

"She is not! We are in the middle of a conversation!"

"And now you're done. So, bye." He holds you tighter, grabbing the shirt from infront of you and guiding you towards the counter, "don't look back, just keep your eyes one me," he whispers to you, "she'll go,"

"Thanks," you smile up at him gratefully, "you're a lifesaver."

"Anything for you. Plus!" He says excitedly, "now you owe me a favor,"

"And this favor?"

"You get to come to family Christmas."

"No,"

"Oh, yes. And guess what?"

"What?"

"You're going to be my date,"

"Am I now?" You ask, leaving to store and nothing that Clem is staring at you with steam coming from her ears, "I got condition's."

"Lay it on me,"

"Kiss me again,"

"Deal." His arms wrap around your face, pulling his lips down to yours as he licks up your face.

"Not like that, you jerk!"

He laughs, his smile pressing into your giggle as your lips meet, and he lifts you to your tiptoes, twilring you around. The shopping bags fanning out around you and your leg popping out as he spins you.

[lilypadlys]

Domestic December Day 4 - Borrowing Clothes

Everyone notices some of their clothes going suspiciously missing. Dewdrop discovers the culprit.

Notes: Prompt list by comp-lady. See prompt list here

Phantom being silly below the cut or on AO3

“Hey Rain? Have you seen my sweatshirt?” Dew pokes his head into Rain’s room. The water ghoul pulls off his head phones and looks up from his computer before shaking his head.

“No, sorry. I thought I gave it back already?”

Dew shrugs. “Maybe I missed it. I guess I’ll check the laundry room.”

Rain stops midway through putting his headphones back on to lean back and call after him, “While you’re there, can you see if you can find my shorts? The blue ones. I haven’t seen them in a week.”

“Yeah, I’ll let you know.”

Dew leaves to scour his laundry basket and then the laundry room but to no avail. He’s scratching his head as to where to look next when Aurora wanders in and begins to rifle through the laundry baskets as well.

“Lose something?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “I can’t find my favorite blouse. I’ve looked everywhere in my room so I figured I’d check here.”

“Do you know who was on laundry duty last?”

“Sunny I think? Oh yeah. Maybe I should ask her!”

“Nah, I got it. I’m missing some stuff too. You keep looking here.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Dew finds Sunshine in her room. She’s rummaging around in her dresser.

“Oh not you too.” Dew groans.

“What? Did you lose your socks too?”

“My sweatshirt. And Rain’s shorts. And Aurora’s shirt. I was gonna ask if you knew since Rory said you did laundry last but…”

“I thought I put everything in the right baskets. But there's those clothes that kinda become up for grabs. I might have mixed some stuff up? Maybe they’re still in the wash?”

“I dug through the hampers twice. Don’t worry about it though, they’ll turn up eventually.”

“Okay. Good luck finding your stuff.”

“You too.”

As it turns out, they get their answer later that afternoon.

Throughout the rest of the day, Dew determines that the others were missing things as well. Cirrus’ stockings, Cumulus’ favorite skirt, Swiss’ jeans, one of Aether’s t-shirts, Mountain’s spare pair of coveralls. In fact, the only one not missing something was,

“Phantom?!” Dew gawks as the new ghoul walked into the common room wearing the oddest assortment of clothes in mismatched sizes and clashing colors. The pink ruffled collar of Aurora’s shirt peaked out over the stretched neckline of Dew’s sweatshirt. Underneath Rain’s shorts were one of Cirrus’ stockings and one of Sunny’s crew socks, comically mismatched.

“What?” Phantom askes, genuine confusion at the dumbfounded look Dew is giving him.

Dew snorts. “I found our clothing thief everyone.”

No one was mad of course. They all found it quite endearing when Phantom explained that he borrowed their stuff because he found it was comforting. It reminded him of them. Aether, Swiss, and Rain let him keep their stuff. Except for Sunny, the girls plus Mountain wanted their items back but they exchanged them for articles of clothing they didn’t wear as much.

Dew wanted his sweatshirt back too, but he got Phantom a hoodie of his own; a black one complete with bat wings hanging down from the sleeves. Phantom got so teary eyed when Dew presented it to him and proceeded to threaten to never take it off. To this day, it’s a struggle to get him to temporarily part with it for laundry day.

[gritsandbrits]

Totally inaccurate depiction of my Wild Kratts SI.

All those years I've been watching wild kratts and i never made an oc... Until now! I want her to have a unique dynamic to the team. Then it hit me they didn't have a security detail. So I came up with a story that my OC is hired as their guard. She often fights more serious threats like poachers and idiot tiktokers.

A fashionista, she tried to recycle and use as much sustainably sourced materials as she can instead of live animals. This makes her something of a good counter to Donita Donata. I made four outfits, two for casual, one for exploring and one for active mission/battle.

Bio:

Name: Nia Micel

Age: 25

Hometown: Charlotte, NC

Affiliation: Team Kratt

Enemies: Zach Varmitech, Donita Donata, Gourmand, Paisely Paver, Wheezy Trapeasy (OC), Overgrowth (OC)

Personality: Quiet, observant, stubborn, picky, sometimes takes jokes too seriously, artistic, creative, insecure

Favorite animal: tigers (land), dolphins (sea) and peregrine falcon (air).

Power Suit Color: Pink

Made her a blonde because there's already six characters with brown hair

Her signature color is pink

Has a tendency to believe in horoscopes and superstition

Is actually plus sized, the picrew i used don't have that option ;_;

Got into freelance as a side gig, accepted the Kratt job so she have a chance to travel

Her preferred creatures to use in battle are tigers. Pigeon she uses for stealth.

LOVES pasta and nerd gummies.

Often struggles with insecurity & the past, uses work as a way to distract herself from her problems.

Has a crush on Chris (the cartoon, not the real one ahshdhsjaa) but is nervous about the icks of dating a client

Is actually very friendly to Dabio, she just doesn't understand why he'd still work for someone like Donita

Loves to spoil her baby nephew

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