#time >> 2124

[darker-than-darkstorm]

Today is 12/18/24 (in the US), another time the date is in order of multiples of six!

(Assuming I scheduled it right)

Today is 6/12/18. The only time ever the dates are in order of multiples of 6!

[qureshimushranabdulrauf]

I can listen

What’s the first impression you want to give people? That I can listen with patience. Maybe I am not able to understand but I can listen. Thank You! Take Care! Smile Always! Stay Happy and Healthy! Pray!

[theesterianempire]

Can't Sleep - Spencer Reid x Y/N

When no one's heard from Y/N in over a week the team begin to get worried so Spencer pays you a visit to find out what's going on.

Trigger Warnings: Depression, Taking Anti-Depressants

Word Count: 2124

Tick… tick… tick…

You sigh, rolling onto your back to stare at the ceiling.

Tick… tick… tick…

You grab your phone from the night stand and stare at the blank screen wondering when the battery died.

Tick… tick… tick…

You drop the phone next to you and sigh, yet again.

Tick… tick… tick…

You stare at the ceiling.

It was a repetitive pattern you’d fallen into most nights.  Staring at the ceiling, staring at your dead phone, sighing heavily as sleep eluded you.  The ticking of the clock becoming the sound track to your sleepless nights.

You felt your stomach gurgle… when was the last time you’d eaten? Had it been today… yesterday… half an hour a go..? Time meant nothing to you now.

You should go and eat something, or at least drink some water because who knows when you last did that either.

But you couldn’t.  You couldn’t get up, you couldn’t leave, hell, you couldn’t even bring yourself to move that god forsaken ticking time bomb of a clock.  So instead, you just lay there, staring hopelessly at the ceiling.

You were so lost in your sleep deprived mind that you missed the knocking on the door, the sound of keys in the lock, the sound of footsteps getting ever closer to your room.

“Y/N?” A voice called, a voice you knew all to well, “Y/N..?”

You willed yourself to move, to acknowledge his presence but the energy was not there and simply begging your body to move was not enough.

The shadowy figure made its way into your eye line, looking down at you, right in front of you, yet you couldn’t make out any features.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” The figure loomed closer, “Y/N, I need you to respond, just a blink… Y/N?”

You could hear the worry mixed with a sense of calm composure due to needing to address the issue at hand.

You felt your eyelids flutter closed and open again.  It was an automatic response, really, but still the movement seemed to drain you further.

“Okay, Y/N, I’m going to sit you up.” The voice explained.

The next thing you knew you were being hauled into an up right position, propped up against a pillow you didn’t even know had been moved.

“I… I’m sorry…” You rasped through dry lips as the shadowy figure filled out to reveal Spencer sitting before you.

Spencer sighed, running a hand down his face. “…Y/N…”

Spencer stood up, disappearing from your sight for a moment, you wanted to watch him walk away but you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to… which you really did.  It didn’t matter though as not a minute later Spencer reappeared in your line of sight, a bottle of water in hand.

“You need to drink something,” He spoke softly as he unscrewed the cap and slowly brought it to your lips.

As the liquid passed your lips it felt so cold and so soothing on your tongue.  

Spencer made sure not to tip the bottle too much, just creating a steady enough stream of water to satisfy you but not too much that you’d choke.  You swallowed just a few mouthfuls when Spencer slowly moved the bottle away from you, replacing the cap and putting it on the night stand next to you.

“Y/N…” His eyes looked at you with concern and pity, “What happened to you?”

You wanted to talk, to explain the state he’d just found you in but you couldn’t.  The words just wouldn’t form.

“You’ took a leave of absence from work.  No ones heard from you in over a week. We’re all worried about you,” Spencer paused, taking a shallow breath, “I’m worried about you.”

“I…” You started as tears began to pool in your eyes.

“Hey… hey…” Spencer soothed, quickly moving closer to you.

He raised his hand to rest it on your cheek, wiping away the tears that began to fall with his thumb.  It was fruitless, there were too many, yet he tried anyway.  Nevertheless, it was comforting, so comforting that you found yourself leaning slightly into his hand.

“I can’t… I can’t do this anymore…” You spoke, voice cracking as tears fell faster.

Spencer removed his hand from your face, shifting on your bed so that he was next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“It’s okay…” He soothed quietly.  Holding you firmly but not too tight as if he was afraid you might break under the pressure.

The pressure helped and soon enough your tears dried up, leaving you more exhausted than you were previously, if that was even possible.

“Oh, Y/N,” Spencer sighed.

“It was the last case,” You whispered, “All I can see if her, if I close my eyes… she’s there, every time, it’s like she’s following me.” “It wasn’t your fault.” Spencer said confidently, adjusting so he could look at you as he spoke. “It was her choice to go with her husband, to warn him he was caught.”

“But I was the one that got their first, that spoke to her.” You spoke carefully, “If I had done something differently, said something different then maybe she wouldn’t have…”. You trailed off.

“Y/N, her husband was a master manipulator, you couldn’t have undone what he did to her.  It didn’t matter what you said.  What does matter is all of the lives you saved, the people you got out of the way as you ran in there.” Spencer took a breath, “When was the last time you ate?”

You paused at the unexpected question.

“I… I’m not sure.” You say slowly, “I…”

“It’s okay.” Spencer soothed, “I went to the shop on my way over.”

Spencer slowly got up, making sure you were properly seated after you’d been leaning on him.  Then he left the room returning what felt like minutes later with a bowl.

He carefully sat down next to you placing the bowl, full of soup, in front of you. Before you could move for the spoon Spencer picked it up, bringing the spoon up to your lips.  You hesitated for a moment, feeling silly about how he was spoon feeding you.  Even so you opened your mouth, letting him place the spoon on your tongue.

You slowly swallowed the warm liquid as he pulled the spoon away, swiftly bringing another spoon full up to your lips.  He repeated this action a few more times before you gently turned your head away.

“No… I… thank you,” You muttered quietly and embarrassed.

“Y/N, you need to eat.  Please, just a little more?” He asked gently,

“No… I uh…” You mutter, “I don’t feel well.”

As if all of your energy returned in one swift second you shot up, running into the bathroom and collapsing by the toilet, retching painfully.

Spencer didn’t miss a beat and was right next to you sweeping your matted hair away from your face, gathering it all in one hand and placing his other hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“It’s okay…” He muttered, “You’re okay…”

The retching continued for a few more heaves before you collapsed back into Spencer, all of your energy leaving you once again.  He moved his arms and wrapped them around you, holding you softly.

Your chest rose and fell heavily as you caught your breath.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” You whispered between breaths.

“It’s okay.” Spencer replied gently.

As Spencer sat there holding you, letting you catch your breath, he glanced around your bathroom.  It was quite small and simple but there were pieces of you all over it through your forest green towels, jasmine scented shower gel, a little framed picture of flowers hanging on the wall next to the mirror.  There was something else that caught his eye, just next to your toothbrush on the sink.

“Okay, we should get you back into bed.” He said softly, “Do you think you can stand?”

You nodded slowly.

Spencer removed his arms from around you and stood up, before reaching down and helping you up.  As you reached an upright position a wave of dizziness washed over you.  You would have hit the floor, hard, had Spencer not been there to catch you.  Without missing a beat he swept you up into his arms and carried you into the bedroom, gently placing you on the bed.

He pulled the covers back over you from where you’d thrown them off to run into the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yeah…” You spoke quietly, uncertainty in your voice.

You and Spencer fell silent again before he sucked in a deep breath.

“Y/N, I uh…” He began, “I saw the bottle by your sink. You uh… I didn’t know you took anti-depressants.”

You raise your eyes to meet his.  His eyes were gentle but full of concern.

“I haven’t been.” You admitted quietly, “I got the prescription refilled when we got back to Virgina but I… I’ve not been taking them.”

“How long, Y/N?” He asked,

You look away from him, not willing to look him in the eye, you couldn’t bare his worried gaze on you when you did this to yourself.

“About a month…” You whispered, “I… one day I went to take them and I realised it was the last one.  The we got called away and I couldn’t refill the prescription.  Then we got back and I forgot all about it until…” You meet his gaze again, “Until we got back from LA and I needed them, I knew I did.  But then I was home, all alone and I just… I couldn’t bring myself to take them, to do anything really.”

Spencer gently laid a hand on top of yours.

“Y/N, you know you can’t just come off them like that.  Especially when you’re not ready to.” He explained gently,

“I know… I know… I just…” You felt tears well up in your eyes again,

“Hey, it’s okay.  I’m not mad at you.” He quickly spoke, “But you need them, okay?”

You nod.

“They’ll make you feel better.” 

Spencer then pulled out the orange tube and opened it, tipping out two white pills.  You didn’t even see him take them from the bathroom but there they were, in his hand.

“Will you take these for me?” He asked, you knew it wasn’t really something you could say no to so you held out your hand, taking them from him.

You placed them both in your mouth as he grabbed the water bottle he’d placed on your night stand earlier.  He swiftly opened it before bringing it up to your lips, letting you get a mouthful before he pulled it away.

You swallowed, allowing the pills to pass down your throat.

“Thank you,” Spencer said with a small smile.

“Why are you thanking me?” You asked, confusion lacing your voice.

Spencer just gave you another small smile, placing the bottle back on the side.

“When was the last time you got proper sleep?” He asked, ignoring your question.

“I’m not sure…” 

Spencer stood up slowly and walked over to your window, pulling the curtains shut before turning back to you.

“Why don’t you lie down?” He suggested.

As you began to move lower on the bed he moved the pillow that was propping you up so you could lie down properly.  

After you’d settled on your side, Spencer watched you for a moment before speaking up again, “I’ll just be in the living room if you need anything…”

He began to walk to the door but you spoke up.

“Spencer?” You called quietly,

“Yeah?” He turned back to you.

“Will you lie with me?” You asked.

Without another word he walked around to the side of your bed, slipping off his blazer as he did.  He gently laid it over the chair in the corner of your room before removing his tie and placing it with the blazer.  Next he rolled up his shirt sleeves before softly laying down behind you.  He gently pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you…” You whispered.

“Any time.” Spencer said gently through a small smile, “Now try and get some sleep.”

For the first time in who knows how long you felt somewhat comfortable in your bed.  The incessant ticking of the clock wasn’t bothering you, instead the sound of it was covered by the soft thumping of Spencer’s heart and the gentle sound of his breath behind you.

You let out a long sigh of content before letting your eyes flutter closed as his warmth enveloped you, allowing you to settle into a deep slumber.

[hybbart]

Day 2124: The ranchers stop at a garden to stock up on fresh food. It's out of the way, on a path that's become unpopular for survivors, so there's more fruits and vegetables than people passing by these days. By the time they leave they have more food than they know what to do with.

I um, I actually got half-way through this one before I realized I forgot to actually draw the ranchers into the page... oop...

[reveriebae]

Tidal wave

pairing(s) : Park Seonghwa x reader

word count : 2124

summary : Seonghwa finds you struggling with desire and offers to help. What starts as a moment of relief turns into an intense and emotional encounter, leaving both of you tangled in a complicated new dynamic.

genre : smut

warning(s) : sexual frustration (reader), fingering, slight edging, unprotected sex. Let me know if I missed anything!

part of Songfic

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐smut under the cut 🪐

It was a quiet evening when Seonghwa returned to the apartment, his shoulders tense from a long day at work. He barely heard the door close behind him before he heard it—the soft, desperate sound coming from your room.

A muffled sigh. A sharp inhale. It was unmistakable.

Seonghwa’s heart skipped a beat. His steps faltered as he stood in the hallway, listening to you. The noise was subtle, but there was no mistaking the desperation in your breath, the way it hitched as if you were trying to hold it back.

His lips parted, his mind racing. What was happening in there?

He couldn’t help it—he stepped closer to your door, just a few inches from it, before stopping himself. His mind screamed at him to turn around, to walk away and leave you in your private moment, but the curiosity gnawed at him. He leaned in, pressing his ear against the wood, hearing your voice this time—soft but unmistakably strained.

“I… I need release, but it’s hard,” you murmured, the words laced with frustration and need.

Seonghwa froze. The air in the hallway seemed to thicken, pressing in around him. His hand trembled, but not from fear—no, it was something else entirely.

She needs help.

He bit his lip, forcing himself to take a step back. He couldn’t just barge in—couldn’t make this worse. But the thought of you, alone in your room, struggling with something so intimate, sent a thrill down his spine that he couldn’t ignore.

Your voice broke through the haze of his thoughts.

“I can’t do it… not like this.”

Seonghwa couldn’t stop himself. He knocked on your door, his knuckles tapping lightly against the wood, his pulse pounding in his ears. He waited, heart hammering in his chest.

A pause, then a soft, almost defeated “Come in.”

He opened the door slowly, his gaze meeting yours. You were sitting on your bed, your legs crossed, your hands clenched tightly in your lap as if you were holding onto whatever shred of control you had left. Your eyes widened when you saw him, a flush creeping up your neck.

Seonghwa’s gaze swept over you, your flushed cheeks, your disheveled hair, and the way you looked so vulnerable in that moment, and something inside him snapped.

“I heard you,” he said, his voice rougher than usual.

You swallowed, your throat bobbing nervously. “I… I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

Seonghwa’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “It’s okay,” he said, his tone low, almost soothing. He stepped closer to you, his presence filling the room in an instant. “I think I can help.”

You looked up at him, uncertainty in your eyes, but there was a flicker of something else there—something deep and desperate. You didn’t say anything at first, just hesitated, as if weighing the decision.

“Seonghwa,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know if I can—”

But Seonghwa cut you off before you could finish, his hand reaching out to gently brush against your cheek, his fingers warm and steady. “You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. Just let me help you,” he said, his voice tender, but there was a rawness to it that made your heart race.

You could feel the weight of his words, the heat in his gaze as he leaned in closer. He hovered just an inch from your face, the tension in the air thick, suffocating almost.

And then he whispered, so low that you barely heard it. “Let me give you the release you’re begging for.”

A shiver ran down your spine. His words were like a magnet, pulling you closer to him despite every hesitation, every doubt. You tried to gather the courage to say something—anything—but it caught in your throat, the need for him swallowing everything else.

Seonghwa leaned in, his lips brushing against yours just barely, teasing you with the promise of something more. You wanted to push him away, to pull back, but you couldn’t—your body was already betraying you, wanting what he was offering more than you ever realized.

“I’ll make it good for you,” he murmured, his voice thick with intent. “Trust me.”

The moment he kissed you, all rational thought left your mind. He took control with a fierceness that sent a shock straight to your core. His hands slid down your body, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to claim you completely.

You moaned into his mouth, the sound raw and desperate, and his hands moved lower—so much lower—until you felt his fingers brushing against the heat between your legs.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Seonghwa growled, his fingers teasing you through your clothes, his touch gentle but demanding all at once. “You didn’t have to suffer alone.”

You gasped, squirming beneath his touch, but he wouldn’t let you move away, his other hand gripping your wrist to keep you in place.

Let him help. Let him take you there.

With that, Seonghwa removed his hand just long enough to strip you of your clothing, leaving you bare and exposed before him. His gaze never left yours, his eyes dark with hunger as he took in the sight of you—vulnerable, desperate, his.

“I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised, his voice low, almost a growl. “I’ll make it all go away.”

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, but your body reacted before you could even process it. You wanted him—needed him—so badly.

Seonghwa didn’t waste another second. He moved between your legs, his breath coming out in shallow gasps as he finally touched you where you were aching most.

He knew exactly how to make you forget everything else.

Seonghwa didn’t waste another second. His fingers slid effortlessly between your thighs, his touch firm and steady as he traced the contours of your most sensitive spots. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers glided over you with a calculated slowness that made you ache for more.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” Seonghwa’s voice was rough, deep, almost a growl. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

You shuddered at his words. Something about the way he spoke to you—like you were his to claim—sent a thrill coursing through your veins. It was raw, intense, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I need you,” you managed, your voice trembling as you shifted beneath him. You felt like you were drowning in the overwhelming mix of need and longing. “Please, Seonghwa… I can’t do this by myself.”

His eyes glinted with satisfaction as he finally slid his fingers inside you, the stretch of his digits making you gasp, your hands grasping the sheets beneath you for something to hold onto. He wasn’t gentle—he wasn’t going to let you off easy. The way he fucked his fingers into you was almost punishing, and yet it felt like everything you needed.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praised, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’m going to make you feel things you can’t even handle.”

Your body arched instinctively, your legs trembling as he pushed deeper, faster. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, the pressure building with every thrust of his fingers, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so fucking close,” you gasped, your breath coming out in shallow bursts as you rode the wave of pleasure he was giving you. “Please, Seonghwa, don’t stop…”

But instead of giving you exactly what you wanted, he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you hanging—teetering on the edge of release. You whimpered in frustration, your hips instinctively thrusting up, trying to catch him again.

Seonghwa’s grip tightened on your hips, holding you in place. “You think I’m just going to let you come that easily?” he teased, his voice dripping with dominance. “You have to beg for it, sweetheart. You need to earn it.”

Your pulse raced, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted to him—needy, desperate, wanting everything he could give you. You wanted to let go, to fall into that blissful release, but he wouldn’t let you. Not yet.

“Please,” you whispered again, your voice barely above a breath. “I can’t take it… I need you so bad, Seonghwa. Please make me come.”

There it was—the desperation in your voice. The way you gave yourself over to him completely.

Seonghwa’s expression softened just a little, the edge of his dominance shifting into something more tender, though the hunger in his eyes still burned. He slid back into you slowly, deliberately, and the shift in pace was maddening.

He let out a low groan as he fucked into you, the rhythm steady but relentless, driving you to the point of madness. Your legs tightened around him, your body jerking with each thrust, the tension building again until it was almost unbearable.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Seonghwa breathed, his voice strained as he held your gaze. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used by me like this?”

You could barely answer him through the haze of lust clouding your thoughts. Your entire world had narrowed to the feel of him inside you, the rhythm of his thrusts, and the overwhelming need to release.

“Tell me,” he demanded again, his voice dark, a wicked edge to it. “Say it. Say you want me to use you.”

“I want you to use me,” you gasped, your chest heaving as he pushed you closer to the edge. “I want you to make me come, Seonghwa. Please, please, please…”

That was all he needed. Seonghwa’s pace grew more frantic, more desperate, as he drove into you with abandon. His hand reached down to circle your clit, the added pressure sending you tumbling over the edge, your body convulsing beneath him as you finally shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, pulling him down with you.

He groaned your name, his own release spilling into you just as your body clenched around him. For a moment, everything stopped—time stood still as the world outside the bedroom disappeared entirely. It was just the two of you, tangled together in a mess of sweat, pleasure, and raw need.

But even as the last shudder of your orgasm wracked your body, the quiet aftershock left an ache in your chest. Because you knew—Seonghwa knew—you’d never be able to go back to the way things were.

There was no going back from this.

Seonghwa collapsed beside you, his breathing still ragged, the warmth of his body against yours a stark reminder of the intimacy you just shared. The silence that followed was heavy—charged with a quiet tension, the kind of tension that would never quite go away.

You could feel the weight of it on your chest as you lay there, both of you caught in the afterglow. But while your body was still trembling, he just… watched.

His hand brushed over your thigh, fingers gentle, almost absentminded, but his gaze never left your face. It was as if he was searching for something—an answer, a sign, anything to let him know this wasn’t just a one-time thing.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked, his voice softer now, though the possessiveness still lingered beneath.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you turned your head to meet his gaze. The lingering warmth in your chest felt like a cruel reminder of how easy it was to get lost in him, in the things he made you feel. But you couldn’t let yourself forget what you had been before.

You rolled over, pulling the sheets up to cover your naked body, not sure how to respond. You felt the heat in your core still simmering, but there was also something deeper gnawing at you.

“I never wanted you to leave,” he murmured, his hand trailing up your arm, his fingers curling possessively around your wrist. “I just needed to know you’d stay.”

You didn’t say anything. What could you say? There was nothing more you could give him—nothing more he could take.

Seonghwa’s lips pressed to your forehead in a soft kiss, but you knew—this was a line crossed, and nothing would ever feel the same again. He wasn’t just your roommate anymore.

And somehow, you weren’t sure if you wanted to go back.

[sserpente]

The Art of Pleasure

Synopsis: Rafayel asks you to come over, insisting it’s urgent. Once you arrive, you quickly realise you are about to become a part of an art experiment he is very eager to realise. Having him suspend you from the ceiling, naked and at his mercy, while you become his live canvas, however, is the last thing you expected...

A/N: Okay, listen, as a Sylus girlie (with a weakness for Zayne), it took me a little while to warm up to our dramatic fishy but I do love him now. I don't know what happened but this filthy idea popped into my head even before I started liking him, haha! Enjoy! ;)

Words: 2124 Warnings: smut

Additional NSFW warnings: CMNF, bondage/suspension, body paint

“Rafayel? Rafayel, where are you?”

When you stepped into his studio, the silence was deafening. No swift paint strokes, no soft sighs, no near-silent footsteps on bare feet. Rafayel had sent you forty-three messages within the span of one hour. That was a new record even for him.

You’d only been under the shower for a few minutes to wind down for the day and wash the remnants of Wanderers off your body when he decided to call and practically blow your phone up.

“Rafayel, I’m here! What’s so urgent?”

He wouldn’t tell you in his messages, only that “inspiration had struck like it never had before” and that he needed you to be around him for it to work out. Only the heavens knew what that meant but being a good little bodyguard for your dramatic artist and fish boyfriend, you’d bitten the bullet, got dressed again, and took a cab to his studio.

And now, Rafayel was nowhere to be seen. Rude. Well, at least until a barely audible moan reached your ears. A few moments later, he finally appeared. “You’re here! Come on in!”

He stepped out of his bedroom with his clothes and hair a little dishevelled, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached you and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Did you take a nap while I rushed here like a maniac because you said it was important?” You crossed your arms before your chest.

“Yeah…a nap. And this is important!” he argued. “Now come in and take your shoes off.”

Sighing, you obeyed and slipped out of your boots. You hadn’t bothered wearing socks before leaving your apartment again and you had to admit, feeling the cool marble of his studio floor under your soles was pleasant.

“What’s so urgent then? The last time you were so ecstatic about ‘inspiration striking’, you decided to draw me sleeping, and not prettily.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I painted a sleeping cutie. But that’s not what I have in mind this time. At least, not exactly.”

“Not exactly?” You raised an eyebrow at him. Rafayel often caught you off guard with his lunatic, excuse you, artistic ideas. Still, you loved that side of him and secretly, you were pretty sure he knew that.

“I had an idea for a painting but it will only work with you,” he continued.

“Okay?” You drew the word out, your eyebrow still arched.

“First, you’ll need to take off your clothes.”

“Uh…what?”

“All of them, do it now!”

“Rafayel…” You bit your lower lip.

His voice softened a little. “Hey, do you trust me?”

You did. That was out of the question. “I do but—”

“Then take off your clothes, come on!”

Eyeing him with suspicion still, you did as you were told. Your jacket came first, then your trousers, and then your blouse until you were left standing before him in your underwear. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before, still, having him observe you as if you were a piece of art made you feel all hot and bothered.

“Your bra and your panties too.”

“Seriously? Rafayel…are you going to paint me nude? Just tell me what your plan is, you’re freaking me out!”

“I can’t, it would ruin the surprise!”

He tapped his bare foot on the ground by way of showing you his impatience.

You let out another sigh before you complied.

“Now…what?”

Rafayel bit his lower lip. Distracted by your naked body for a moment, he blinked and offered you his hand. He led you over to the opposite wall in his studio, the one where he usually painted his mural-sized artworks. Today, however, there was no canvas. Only a handful of black loops made of thick leather hanging down low all the way from the ceiling.

Confused, you furrowed your brows.

“What is this?”

“You’re going to be my canvas tonight, cutie.”

“What do you mean…I’m going to be the canvas?”

“Up you go!”

“Wait, what are you…” You didn’t get to finish that sentence. Rafayel pushed you forward gently, nudging you against the loops. You gasped when he flipped you around, lifted you up, and hooked your legs into the hoops before sliding them up towards your thighs.

Concentration lined his pretty facial features as he reached for a swing-like leather strap underneath you and had it rest against your butt cheeks, supporting your weight, before moving on to your arms. The hoops for your wrists were smaller and you knew instantly that you would be completely trapped and at his mercy once he’d finished restraining you. Hypothetically, you could wriggle your way out of them but that would result in your whole body tilting backwards and the back of your head connecting with the hard floor. No, thank you.

Besides…as much as you wanted to scold him for this crazy art project, this was exciting.

You bit your lower lip. “Rafayel…” you whispered once he was done, nodded, and admired his handiwork.

“Perfect,” he stated, bluish-pink eyes roaming over your naked body, lingering on your glistening folds for just a second too long. Shit, how had you gotten wet so fast?

Perhaps he wanted to paint your pussy and needed a good view for accuracy? Yeah…that had to be it. You wondered how he’d draw the arousal dripping from your core. What colours he’d use… But wait. You paused. Fuck. Hadn’t he said earlier that he wanted you to be his canvas? What was his plan?

“Here I go. Hold still for me.”

Swinging helplessly in the air, you had no other options anyway. You nodded regardless, your eyes a little wider than they should be. Your breathing was quickening. Damn, this had no business being so hot…

You hissed when with a start, a wet and cold paint brush drew a thin orange line all around your right breast.

“Rafayel!”

He shushed you, chuckling once again. “I told you, you’re my canvas today. Now hold still, you’re messing up my outlines!”

“B-but…” Your half-hearted protests fell on deaf ears. Rafayel was in the zone. Again and again, he dipped various paint brushes into their respective buckets to draw only the gods knew what on your body. It tickled. It was cold. And yet, the more strokes he teased your naked skin with…the wetter and more aroused you grew.

You flinched when his hands wandered down to your pubic bone. Lower, lower…the brush grazed your outer folds and you gasped.

Whatever kink he was living out right now, you were more than eager to indulge him but to have paint anywhere near your pussy did not seem safe at all. “Rafayel…n-not d-down there…”

“Relax! This is body-safe paint. I bought it for exactly this purpose.”

“Y-you did?” Fuck, how long had he been planning this? Hang on a moment…when he’d come out of the bedroom all dishevelled…that moan you’d heard…

“You…oh gods…did you…was that what you were doing when I arrived? You…did you g-get yourself off to prepare for t-this?”

“Yepp. I have to remain focused while I paint. I can’t do that when my pants get too tight,” he said matter-of-factly, almost as if he was talking about the weather. Shit, even that turned you on!

Rafayel bent down, using his free hand to split your folds, revealing your dripping core to him. Your walls clenched around nothing in response, eager for some stimulation after his delicious treatment. This time, his chuckle was…darker. Enraptured.

“R-Rafayel…”

“Yeah, cutie? Do you want me to stop?”

No. You did not want that. You did not want that at all.

“I gotta make sure to get every last spot, you know, or else the painting won’t look pretty.”

You had no idea how long you’d been hanging there now. You only knew this—if he kept going…if he kept brushing your clit like that, you would…oh…oh…

“Rafayel!!!” you called out, yet another brush stroke almost sending you straight over the edge.

“Hold still! I’m almost finished!”

“M-me too!”

Rafayel chuckled. The cheeky Lemurian knew exactly what he was doing. He tipped his paintbrush into the pot one last time and brought it back to your pussy, this time focusing solely on your clit. Seconds passed and you came with a shudder, exploding into a million pieces. Shaking, you hung there helpless against the pleasure rippling through you. The moment you fell, Rafayel slid two fingers inside of you. Whether his motivation was to give your pussy something to clench around or him wanting to feel you come undone for him didn’t matter. Only that it felt good.

He curled his digits to stroke your g-spot, letting you ride out every last wave of bliss. You were a panting mess by the time you came back to your senses.

“Perfect!” Rafayel exclaimed. He withdrew his fingers, ignoring how you whined at the loss and licked them clean with relish. Your eyes widened, yet another surge of arousal igniting you from the inside out as if he’d used his Evol on you. H-how…how did he manage to act so nonchalantly after making you orgasm like that? Was that an act? Part of the game he was playing?

“R-Rafayel…”

“Shh, relax, cutie. Let the paint dry. Besides…if I let you down now, your knees wouldn’t even support you. You’d fall straight into my arms, ruining my work!”

He dropped the paintbrush and stepped back, admiring his work. He was moving a bit funny too though, could it be that…

Alarmed, your eyes widened when he reached for his camera on the coffee table and brought it to his face, forcing you to tear your gaze away from his crotch.

“You wouldn’t dare! Rafayel, I’m completely naked and exposed! And I just…” I just had the most intense climax of my life…

He lowered the camera again, his bluish-pink gaze serious all of a sudden. “Do you trust me?”

“O-of course I do.”

“No one but us will ever get to see this picture. I promise.”

You took a deep breath. You believed him. And…while you hadn’t seen yourself yet, it would only be natural for him to want to immortalise his art on your body. “All right. Go ahead.”

“Okay then! Smile!”

Your reaction came a little too late so you could only hope that you looked sexy rather than exhausted and spent. Judging by the way Rafayel gasped…it must have been the former.

He brought you a glass of water and held it to your lips for you to drink before he finally helped you back down on solid ground, supporting you on your trembling legs and leading you over the full-body mirror he normally kept in his bedroom.

Your jaw dropped. His painting on you, it… It was…an ocean. A beautiful, dark and deep ocean with gentle rays of sunlight reaching down towards the sandy bottom. The initial outline he’d drawn had become an incredibly detailed coral reef, right below it, covered by algae, shells and starfish, there was a pitch-black cave ending right above your thigh.

Your entire stomach had turned into a sea of different shades of blue, little fish and bubbles. Right below your chest, the grey silhouette of a mermaid, a Lemurian, reached towards the surface that was a wild sea across your breasts, salt water foaming over your mounts and hardened nipples.

Further down, a whale swam through a forest of sea plants stretching from below your belly button all the way down to your pubic bone and eventually, your dripping folds.

He…he really had turned you into a living piece of art.

“Rafayel…this is beautiful.” Your cheeks were still flushed as you leaned against him, your eyes remaining fixed on your form in the mirror.

“I know,” he said with a cheeky grin, his hands caressing your hips. “Then again, you were already beautiful when you stepped foot into my studio. I just provided the finishing touches.”

Your heart warmed. “I almost don’t want to wash it off.”

“You will sweat it off eventually. And then it’ll get all itchy and gross. And we have the picture, remember? Besides, now I have an excuse to take a shower with you.”

Tilting your head, you grinned at his reflection. “You don’t ever need an excuse for that.”

“Then let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand and dragged you with him into the bathroom before you had a chance to respond. You did, however, catch a glimpse of the growing bulge in his trousers. Ha. So of course this whole art project hadn’t left him unaffected. You had to admire the man for his professionalism. Perhaps he could be persuaded to let you paint on him next time…

[mastermindmiko]

Tests

Paring: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

word count: 2124

Summary: Angelina has been suggesting that you're pregnant, you're sure that she's wrong, but what's the harm in checking? She was right.

Warnings: Pregnancy, the future, ANGST with happy ending. Maybe some errors, I wrote this at 2 am.

Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

I've known that something was wrong for two weeks now. I've been feeling sick, and I've missed my period. I've been craving a lot of different foods that I wouldn't usually eat, and my friends have noticed.

Angelina pointed it out to me this morning and that's how we got where we are now. She's holding out not one, not two, but three tests for me to try. I shake me head and look at her incredulously. I chuckle, "No way, Angie."

"Yes way, You might be." Angelina says, waving them in the air. I pace around the room again, and then stop to look at her and say, "Fred and I are always safe."

"Condoms only work most of the time, not always." Angelina says, and I sit on my bed, contemplating the thought. Angelina adds, "You've been craving things, you've been moody, you missed a period!"

"There has to be another explanation. I'm sure. I am sure that I'm not pregnant!" I say, and then Angelina walks from her bed to mine and says, "If you're so sure, then what's the harm in taking these to make sure."

"Fine." I say. I grab them from her hands and hop off the bed. I head to the bathroom and I take the tests. I set them up one by one beside each other perfectly in a straight line, and wait anxiously for the results to appear.

Angie knocks on the door and I open it for her. She looks at the three tests and stands beside me. I nibble on my fingers, anxiously. Angelina opens her mouth to say something and I shush her loudly. She says, "What? Am I gonna scare them by talking?!"

I, once again, shush her loudly. She huffs and folds her arms over her chest. I stare at the tests then at the watch over my wrist, thinking, why the hell is time moving so slow? As the time is about to finish, I start to pace around the room, then shuffle on my feet. Angelina says, "You can hold my hand if you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous!" I shout at her, then after a few second of nibbling at my bottom lip, I grab her hand in mine. I look at the watch, then squeeze Angie's hand, anxiously. In any second, there's either going to be a piece of news that will change not only my life, but my life and Fred's life forever, or I could have spent a lot of unnecessary time worrying.

"I'm sure whatever it is, you'll be fine." Angie says, she already knows that I'm pregnant, she feels it in her gut. I'm too scared to think about it myself because I might get that same feeling in my gut. All the evidence is there, the fatigue, not being able to go through a few classes before heading to the toilets, the nausea. All signs point to yes, but the proof will be in front of us in a few seconds.

My hands start to feel clammy and I need to not be holding anyone's hand right now. I go to sit on the closet toilet seat, and Angie sits on the edge of the tub. She asks, "How are you feeling?"

My throat feels dry, and I rub my hands together before rubbing them on my pants to dry them. I shrug my shoulders, and exhale. I let out a nervous chuckle, then say, "I'm terrified."

"What will everybody think? We've still got a few months left of school." I say, and I start panicking thinking about all the things that can go wrong about getting pregnant. "How can I have my NEWTs while being pregnant?"

I think of the last thing, the thing that's on my mind the most. You don't need to take your NEWTs to have a career anymore, and who cares what people think. My hands start to shake and I cry, "What if Fred leaves me?"

Angelina rushes to my side when she sees me cover my face and start crying. She presses a hand to my back and rubs it soothingly. She says, "Honey, it's going to be fine. I'm sure everything will work out to what's best, really. You can choose not to keep it, or put it up for adoption, maybe. Besides, you'll always have me."

I lift my hands from my palms and see her giving me a nervous smile herself. I smile back at her gratefully, and wrap my arms around her. From behind her back, I notice that one of the tests has changed. I trample her on my way, reaching it. I place my other hand over my mouth as I notice the two stripes.

I look at the others and they all have the same result. The two stripes. All the tests are positive. I gasp, and purse my lips. Angelina doesn't say anything and still rubs my back reassuringly. I put the tests back beside the sink and wash my hands. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour.

"What are you going to do?" Angelina asks, cautiously. I sit back down on the toilet seat and she crouches in front of me. I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling. I reply, "I have no idea."

"Darling?"

I hear Fred's voice say, and my eyes widen as much as they can. Angelina stands up immediately. I push her near the door, and whisper, "Go tell him I'm sick, or busy, anything like that. I can't talk to him right now, I can't!"

Angelina walks out of the bathroom, and I press my hear against the door, hoping to hear the conversation. Fred says, "Hi, Captain."

"She's busy right now, Weasley. She can't talk." Angelina says, in a steady voice, even though I know she's nervous. I can just picture Fred's face morph into confusion and then he says, "Why?"

"Is she in there?" Fred asks, I hear his footsteps coming towards the door, and I feel my blood run cold. He knocks on the door, and he says, "Darling? Are you in there?"

"Yes."

"What's going on? Is something wrong?" Fred asks, and I feel the urge to say, yes somethings wrong, something is very very wrong. I stutter, "No, everything's fine, Fred."

"You don't sound alright. Can I come in?" Fred asks, and I hear both Angelina and I shout, quickly, "NO!"

I hear Fred chuckle, but not his normal type of chuckle. He leans on the door, I know by the sound of the small thud against the door. Fred says, "What can Angelina see that I can't? I've already seen all of you."

That's the problem. I look down to the door handle and notice that there's no locks. I curse and it makes Fred say, "Love, I really need to see you, you're worrying me like crazy here."

I run to the counter, grab the tests and shove them into the trash bin. I let the toilet paper roll drop down hastily to hide them. I hear the door open, and I turn around to stand to face him. He looks worried, and I press my lips together. I give him an unconvincing smile.

"You look a little pale." Fred notes, he then steps closer to me, and leans closer. He adds, "You're sweating like crazy too."

"It's hot."

"It's November." Fred says, then grabs my hand. He leads me out of the room. I try to stop, but he's walking determined. I ask, "Where are we going?"

"To Madame Pomfrey, she's gonna have a full check up on you." Fred says, and I sit down on the floor to not move. If Madame Pomfrey does a check up, she'll no doubt find out that I'm pregnant. Fred stops too and looks behind him. He bends down and picks me up in his arms bridal style. Fred says, "You're going."

He takes me to the hospital wing with Angelina right behind us. Fred puts me on one of the beds, and then he sits down beside me, holding my hand, tightly. Madame Pomfrey comes to check up on me, she does scans and spells and everything. I wait until my secret is out to Fred. I don't think I can bare losing him.

Madame Pomfrey walks in with a paper, holding the tests' results. She walks over to us and then looks at the paper. Her eyes widen and I look at her desperately, hoping that she would lie for me. She clears her throat, and looks at Fred with a smile. She says, "Your girlfriend is completely fine."

"Just a little exam stress, you should make sure that she relaxes, and eats well." She continues, and I know a part of that advice is pregnancy related. She says, "Off you go then, Miss Johnson, if you could just stay for a second."

~~~

I couldn't tell Fred, and I couldn't look at him without feeling a nasty feeling gnawing at me, so my solution was to not be around Fred. I saw him at meals and during classes, but I never stuck around to see him after. This went on for a month, and I was already two months along. I was glad I wasn't showing.

I had decided to keep the baby, even when I don't know what's going to happen between me and Fred. Angelina has been the greatest help ever since Madame Pomfrey gave her my papers when I left with Fred the day I found out. She's been reading books, and making sure I'm eating right and everything. She supports me, the one thing she doesn't support me in is not telling Fred for this long.

"Is today the day?" She asks as we head down to breakfast. I've grown tired of the question. I shrug my shoulders, and give her the usual reply, "Maybe."

I don't get to go to breakfast because George walks out furiously and towers over me. He doesn't look at Angelina while he says, "If you could excuse us captain, I need to talk to my brother's girlfriend."

Angelina prepares a reply before I lift up a hand and say, "It's alright, Angie."

She hesitates before going into the Great Hall. George talks a few steps till we're out of the entrance of the hall. He glares at me and as soon as I lean against the wall, he starts the ramble, "I know I'm not supposed to interfere because this isn't my relationship, but you've been avoiding Fred for a while now, and he knows. He's been strong, but you're hurting him. He cried yesterday because he doesn't want you to break up with him, so that's where I draw the line-"

"George, I'm pregnant." I shot out, and he stands transfixed with his eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. He doesn't say anything so I grow more nervous. He stutters before spewing, "Is it Fred's?"

"Yes, of course, it's Fred's. What kind of woman do you take me for?!" I shout, furiously. Did he honestly think I would cheat on Fred? We've been dating for a while, If I would've cheated, I would've done it by now. George rubs the back of his head sheepishly, "Sorry, why haven't you told Fred?"

"I'm scared." I say, and look down at the floor. I bite the insides of my cheeks, and George nods his head understandingly. George knows what Fred would do, they're twins and they have this special ability to know what the other will do. George says, "I'm sure Fred will do what's right."

But what would Fred find right, that sort of thing is relative from one person to the other. He could leave, maybe that's what is right for him. I nod my head at George's words even though it doesn't soothe me. George asks, "How long have you known?"

"A month."

"A month!" George repeats, louder. He looks around to make sure no one heard him, even though it would be hard to know what the conversation is about from that word alone. George asks, "How far along are you?"

"Two months."

"Two months!"

"George, we're really getting nowhere like this." I say after rolling my eyes. George stares at the floor deep in shock. He asks, what I hope is the final question, "Are you keeping it?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. That's my niece or nephew in there. Cool." George says, and I smack his arm, even though it relieves me a bit to find out that this is George's reaction, maybe Fred's will be the same. George clears his throat then says, "I really think you should tell him, soon."

I nod my head at his words, and he puts a hand on my shoulder before saying, "Whatever Fred does I want you know that I can help, it'll be awkward if Fred decides to be an idiot, but I'll be there for you, and either George the second, or Georgina."

"Thank you, George. I'm ignoring you naming my kid by the way." I chuckle at the end, and he smiles back at me. George says, "He's in the dorm, if you want to talk to him."

I nod at his words and then he leaves to go to breakfast. I'm going to tell Fred, now. I march over to the common room, and then to his dorm, trying not to overthink it, and trying to get as much out of this new confidence. I open the door to his dorm, and Fred's standing in the middle.

"Hi."

"Hey." Fred says, and I look at him. All the confidence flies out the window in a second. I feel my breath hitch. I stutter out, "There's something I need to tell you."

Fred nods his head, but keeps standing where he is. I sit on his bed that I know so well, and the place where this all happened. I take in a deep breath, in and out, and a couple more times. Fred stays patient I loved that about him, he wouldn't appear to be the kind of person who would be patient, but he always is with me.

He watches me attentively, and I take in the last deep breath. I remind myself that I can do it, and even if Fred doesn't want to stay, I can raise my kid on my own with Angie and George. Here goes nothing. I shot out, "I'm pregnant."

He doesn't say anything for a bit and his facial expressions don't change. I consider repeating it again because he might not have heard me, but then his eyes widen, and his mouth hangs wide. Same reaction as George, just much more dramatic.

I feel my heart racing in anticipation, I pray that the shock subsides and his reaction gives me any input on how he's feeling. He stands up straighter, and fixes his expression to neutral. I straighten my back, ready for an answer. He doesn't give me one, instead his eyes keep flickering from my eyes to my stomach over and over again.

I place a protective hand over my stomach, and I find the wait unbearable. I wait, wishing he would just do something. The more his mouth stays closed, the more hope I lose. I feel my eyes water, and my stomach sink. I let out a bitter chuckle then say, "Could you at least say anything?"

It takes him a second, but he does say something. He says it so low that I barely even hear it. He mutters, "Shit."

He turns around and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. As soon as it closes, I start sobbing. I guess George was wrong, Fred didn't end up doing the right thing.

~~~

"I still can't believe that jerk!" Angelina shouts, as she folds her clothes, folding them into her suitcase. I don't bother doing the same with my clothes. I'm staying at Hogwarts for Christmas this year. I sigh, "I really don't want to think about it Angie."

"Sorry." She says, and I find myself staring at the ceiling again. It's been like this for two days. All I've done was sob, this is the first day that I wasn't a mess. George tried to see me, but I couldn't talk to him, not when he looks so much like Fred. It's unfair to him, I know, but I can't bring myself to care.

There's a knock on the door, and I assume it's one of my roommates, coming to get her things. Instead, Fred walks in. I see him before Angelina does, but as soon as she sees him, she starts, "You! Get out!"

She goes to him and starts to push him out the door, but he places his feet firmly on the ground, and holds Angelina off. Fred says, eyes looking straight at me, "Please, I want to talk."

"It's fine, Angie." I sigh, and she looks at me with bewilderment and then glares at Fred. She steps out of the room while Fred steps inside. She closes the door behind her, and Fred looks at me.

Fred looks around the room, and his eyes land at the only, still messy nightstand, mine. He clears his throat, but says nothing. I grow agitated, I sneer, "If you're not going to say anything, just leave."

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I don't know why I left. I'm an idiot. I can't imagine how you must've felt. I am so so sorry." Fred says, rushing over towards me. He sits on the bed beside me, and takes both my hands in his. I feel my eyes water, and I look down. He takes my chin in his hands, and makes me look into his eyes. He continues, "I was so worried. I haven't turned eighteen, and I was so scared that I wouldn't be a good dad. I don't have a job. I want to open a joke shop, who knows how much money that'll make, and I-"

He chokes up, and he wraps his arms around me. I hug him back just as tightly. A few tears slip from my eyes, and I squeeze him harder. I missed him so much. Fred says, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I love you so much. I don't want to lose you...either of you."

And just like that I'm sobbing. I blame the hormones a hundred percent. I mumble, "I love you too, Fred."

I'm sure I've ruined his sweater with my tears, but I can't bring myself to move an inch away from him. Fred wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes me, affectionately. He freezes and pushes me away from him by my shoulders. He panics, "Did I just squeeze baby?"

"I'm actually not sure." I reply, and I place a hand on my stomach. I shrug my shoulder and say, "I feel fine, so I guess not?"

"Come with me for Christmas." Fred suggests, and I feel stressed out by the idea. I haven't told anyone besides George and Angelina, so by the time that break is over I'll definitely be showing. Fred adds, "Only if you want to of course, I just don't want to miss you."

"Sure." I say, and Fred beams. He hugs me again, this time less tightly, making sure not to squeeze the baby. He starts tearing up himself, and I find peace in his arms. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life like this, especially with a tiny set of arms joining the hug.

an: I'm thinking of writing like a tiny little one shot on how Fred would be with like Pregnant reader, but I'm not sure

[twice-inamillion]

Family Trip

Fluff and Smut (adventure, family time)(teasing, sex, dom Jihyo, cowgirl riding, creampie, talking about breeding)

Chapter 214

2124 Words 

(The first trip as a married couple with Jisoo. Some fluff moment and with a happy ending. 😏)

After your honeymoon, the two of you decide on a family trip with Jisoo. “Are you excited to go on a trip with mommy and daddy?” asks Jihyo. Jisoo nods and smiles. “Okay, then you will need your sweater and your toy.” Jisoo makes her way down the bed, runs to get her sweater and stuffed toy, and puts it inside her backpack. 

You leave just before sunrise for a morning hike to Diamond Head State Park. Jisoo tries her best to make the hike but can only walk on flat surfaces. “Daddy, up,” says Jisoo, who puts her hands up. You put her inside her baby carrier and climb up the stairs to the top of the mountain. When you arrive at the top, the sun rises, “We made it just in time." Jihyo takes a photo of you and Jisoo with the sunrise in the background. 

“Say cheese!”

Jisoo smiles and holds a heart sign, which makes Jihyo laugh. You then take a picture of Jihyo and Jisoo and a family photo of the beautiful background. 

After the hike, the three of you enjoy a light breakfast before going to the second stop of your trip. Jisoo can’t help but be excited to go whale watching. Before arriving in Hawaii, the two of you would read Jisoo, a book on whales, before going to sleep. When she was asked what she wanted to do while she was in Hawaii, she immediately replied, “Big whale, big whale!” 

The three of you arrive at the port and are the first trip of the day. You board the large boat and take your seats inside. The ship departs from the port, as Jisoo is glued to the window trying to look for the whales. 

“Jisoo, there are no whales here.”

“No?” Titling her head in confusion.

“We need to be in the middle of the ocean because the whales are so big,” says Jihyo.

“Whale, big?” 

“Yes, some whales are bigger than this boat.”

“Whale eat?” as she points at the two of you.

“Ohh no, the whale doesn’t eat people. Remember how the book said it eats small creatures called krill.” Jisoo nods her head and stares back at the window. 

About an hour into the boat ride, there is an announcement that there has been a site of a pod of whales nearby. Jisoo’s ear perks up and asks you to go outside.

The three of you head out and walk to where the captain points. Jihyo takes out a pair of binoculars for the two of you to use. It doesn’t take long before you get a glimpse of the whale’s fin, “Look, Jisoo, it's right in front of you.” Jisoo lifts her binoculars and sees the whale showing its head, “ama, whale!”

Jisoo turns to Jihyo and points out, “Look, whale!” You hand over the binoculars to Jihyo, “You’re right; good job, Jisoo, you found the whale.” Jisoo can’t help but feel proud of her finding.

The captain steers the boat closer to where the whale was sighted. “Right before us is a humpback whale in its feeding ground. One of our deckhands communicated with us that they have also caught sight of a calf, so we need to be extra careful.”

“Did you hear that Jisoo? The captain said that they saw a calf, a baby whale.”

“Baby whale? Jisoo?” pointing at herself. 

Jihyo responds, “Yes, a baby just like Jisoo.”

“I see, baby.”

“Ohh, we need to be extra careful. We don’t want to scare the calf away.” 

The three of you wait for a few minutes until the water bubbles up. The whale jumps out of the water and crashes down, causing a huge splash. Jisoo points and laughs out loud, “Whale jump, whale jump!” 

Before the whale came out, Jihyo took out her phone to record Jisoo’s reaction. She knew Jisoo would go crazy if the whale came out jumping from the water. Jisoo moves her hands excitedly as the whale leaps from the water. Jihyo can’t believe she caught this beautiful moment. 

The whale stays afloat for a few minutes, eating the large amount of krill that swarms on the surface. Out of nowhere, Jisoo sees the calf pop its head, “Baby, baby!”

“You’re right; the baby saw you and wanted to say hi.”

“Baby, hi?”

“Yes, baby, wanted to say hi to Jisoo.”

Jisoo laughs, “Hug, baby!”

“Ohh, you can’t hug the baby; it's too big. Maybe when you’re older, you can swim with it.” 

After going back and forth, Jisoo is convinced and understands that she can not hug the calf.

The boat arrives at the port, and the three of you give your thanks to the captain. “Bye-bye!” Jisoo turns around to Jihyo, says, “Jisoo hungry,” and rubs her belly.

You stop at a local Hawaiian shop and get some food before heading to the beach. When you arrive at the beach, Jihyo walks to a good spot with some shade as you carry your belongings. Jisoo watches and eats her pineapple ice cream and shouts, “Apa, tent!” rushing you to hurry with setting up the tent. “Okay, okay, I got it.”

After setting up the tent, you all enjoy some ice cream and food as you watch the waves crash to the shore. Jisoo extends her arms, “Ama, boobs, boobs!” Jisoo crawls to her mother and lifts up her shirt, exposing her bra. “Okay, okay, you want to drink mommy’s milk,” as she releases her breasts from her bra. 

Jisoo immediately positions her head and attaches her mouth to Jihyo’s nipple. She starts to suck on Jihyo’s breast aggressively, causing her to moan slightly. You can’t help but laugh at Jihyo for her sudden reaction. She throws her bra, which hits your face. Jihyo laughs at you, but instead, you take her bra and give it a sniff, to which she says, “Babe, you’re gross.” 

“Haha, you know we’ve done worse,” giving her a smirk.

“Haha, that’s true.” 

After a few minutes of breastfeeding, Jisoo falls asleep, attached to her mother’s breast. Jihyo places her on the floor of the tent and covers Jisoo with her blanket. “Aww, she looks cute, doesn’t she.” 

Suddenly, she feels your head on her lap, and you say, “Mommy, I’m hungry too,” giving her a pair of puppy dog eyes. She gives you an annoyed face before you attach your mouth to her breast. You slowly begin to suckle on her nipple, causing her to release a slow moan, “Ahh… babe. That feels nice.” You increase the pace of your sucking, which increases her cry. She can feel herself getting wet but then hears Jisoo whine in her sleep, making her release her nipple from your mouth.

 “Why did you stop?”

“She’s going to wake up.” 

“Dang, okay,” you pout.

The two of you instead lay next to Jisoo and talk about the past few days. The ups and downs and what is on the schedule for the next few weeks. She also asks you for an update on the house, which there is some process but is still a few months away from completion. Eventually, she falls asleep like Jisoo, and you decide to enjoy your time at this very moment.

You return to the house and have a light dinner before showering. Jihyo decides to bathe with Jisoo as you clean up the kitchen and get your items ready for tomorrow. After you are finished, you hop into the shower as Jihyo gets Jisoo ready for bed. With the water muffling any outside noise, you clear your head and enjoy your time alone. 

Done with your shower, you see Jihyo covering Jisoo with her blanket. “She fell asleep so fast; she must have been so tired.”

“We did wake up earlier than usual. She didn’t even complain one bit  throughout the day.”

“Our baby is growing up,” says Jihyo with a warm smile.”

“You’re right; our baby is growing up so fast.”

Jihyo then turns around and touches your chest, “Let’s continue where we left off.” She stares at you with lustful eyes and pushes you onto the couch.

“Wait… what are you doing?”

“I said I want to continue where we left off.”

“But Jisoo is here.”

“So, she’s asleep, and I don’t think she’ll wake up until tomorrow.” She undoes your towel and pulls out your limp cock, and gives it a few strokes. Jihyo lifts her oversized shirt and aligns your cock to her entrance, slowly lowering herself into your cock, causing her to moan.

With your cock between her walls, she slowly rides you. You can feel your core burning up and your cock throbbing due to her tightness. 

She whispers in your ear, “I can feel your cock getting bigger inside of me,” which makes you immediately go to full size. Now, at full length, she increases the pace as she rides you like one of her toys. 

You try not to make any noise and not wake up Jisoo, and you bite your lip and try your hardest not to make a sound. The only sound in the room is of flesh slapping against each other as Jihyo rides you like a mating bull. 

You don’t want to be the only one nude, so you lift up Jihyo’s oversized shirt and toss it on the floor. With your hands on her ass, she begins to thrust harder, causing your thighs to turn red. To what seems like thirty minutes of pure riding, Jihyo knows you are at your limit. She comes closer to your ear and whispers, “I know you’re about to cum just like I am. So where do you want to shoot it? Inside or outside?”

It’s a no-brainer, and respond, “You know the only choice is inside.” 

“Why did I even ask? You’re always one to get a girl dirty right after they get cleaned.”

“What can I say? I like marking my girls with my seed.”

Teasing you, she says, “And what do you like doing to your girls with your seed?”

“I like breeding them.”

“Ohh, you like breeding us?”

“Yes, just like right now. I want to breed you all night and give our daughter another sibling.”

“If you want to, do it.”

“Really?”

“No. You know how busy we are with the tour.”

“Fuck, you’re right.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can't just fuck me here and there. I’m on the pill, so you can cum inside of me as much as you want.”

“You really know how to make a guy happy, huh.”

“I know you like the back of my hand. I know you’re about to burst at any moment, so let me give you a push,” and lifts herself once more before slamming herself with full force. 

Both of your floodgates burst wide open, releasing your orgasms at once. Her love juice and your thick cum collide with one another, mixing into something new. Jihyo spasms as she rides her orgasm, tightening her walls around your cock and milking you of all you’re worth. 

After a few minutes, she regains her composure and asks you to bring her to bed. “You don’t want to clean yourself first?”

“No, why would I? I love the feeling of hot baby batter in my tummy.” You can't help but get turned on again. “I see our little friend here is still full of energy. How about you go clean up the mess, and if you’re still hard, I’ll let you sleep with your cock inside of me.” 

You try your best to clean yourself and the mess before going to bed. Luckily, your friend didn’t disappoint and stood tall and proud the whole time. 

You climb onto the bed slowly, not to wake Jisoo from her sleep. Jihyo turns around and whispers, "I guess you’re still hard. A promise is a promise," and turns around with her back facing you. She sticks her but out, teasing you as you get closer to her. She grabs your hard cock and aligns it to her entrance before taking in the first two inches of your meat. “It’s in, you can put in the rest.” 

You grab her waist and shove your whole length inside her womb, causing her to moan slowly. Jihyo, in a spooning position with you, grinds herself onto you and makes sure that every inch of “you” is warm. She slowly falls asleep with your embrace and her baby next to her. 

[humdrummoloch]

Prompt #2124

"Some time apart might be good for us."

"Sounds awesome, I'll come with you."

[helldivers-2]

MAJOR ORDER

In accordance with the signing of the Liberty Day Pact, all Helldivers will spend 24 hours in contemplation of freedom and Managed Democracy. Today, spread these principles throughout the galaxy as you see fit, Helldivers.

As a gift to our elite soldiers, in celebration of your enduring commitment to liberating the galaxy, we are providing you with the R-2124 Constitution and DP-00 Tactical Armor*.

Happy Liberty Day to all!

*Delivery of Liberty Day items will depend on which Super Earth Sector you reside. Delivery begins 00:00 Prosperity City time on the 26th.

[theresattrpgforthat]

do you have any recomendations for ttrpgs with interesting mechanics around inventory management? for example something where you need to fit the items of your inventory in a grid (like dredge (which although it is a videogame rather than a ttrpg does have the kind of mechanic im thinking of)) or where inventory management is a core part of the gameplay.

thank you in advance :D

THEME: Interesting Inventory.

Hello friend! I’ve got a few games here that do interesting things with inventory limit, and I also have some other games that provide limitations on your gear in other ways.

SCRAPPED, by rolomics.

The year is 2124, and 99.9% of the human population is gone. Automatons reign supreme. Homunculi were created by splicing human DNA with other animal/creature DNA to enhance their body structure and strength. Because of this, Homunculi serve as super soldiers for the humans, but even with all their efforts, they still could not stop the automaton take over. 

You are a Homunculus, the echo of a past era and all that remains of humanity.

Scrapped is an original post-apocalyptic rules-lite tabletop role-playing game about scavenging, crafting, and surviving in the unforgiving wastes of a planet obliterated by war. This game was inspired by other post-apocalyptic games from the Fallout franchise.

Scavenging and crafting are at the heart of this game, and that means that Scrapped has paid a lot of attention to inventory. The game comes with item cutouts to help you visualize your inventory, and also requires you to ‘slot” certain items into certain places - if an item doesn’t fit, you can’t carry it! Each character occupation starts with specific pieces of equipment, although you’ll be able to scavenge more along the way. On top of that, you’ll also play around with mutations that affect your character, spending Mutation Points to get beneficial and effective mutations.

If you’re interested in this game, it’s currently free! The designers are eager for feedback and would definitely love to hear from anyone who plays it.

Numenera / The Cypher System, by Monte Cook Games.

This is the Ninth World. The people of the prior worlds are gone—scattered, disappeared, or transcended. But their works remain, in the places and devices that still contain some germ of their original function. The ignorant call these magic, but the wise know that these are our legacy. They are our future. They are the …

Numenera.

Set a billion years in our future, Numenera is a tabletop roleplaying game about exploration and discovery. The people of the Ninth World suffer through a dark age, an era of isolation and struggle in the shadow of the ancient wonders crafted by civilizations millennia gone. But discovery awaits those brave enough to seek out the works of the prior worlds. Those who can uncover and master the numenera can unlock the powers and abilities of the ancients, and perhaps bring new light to a struggling world.

I’ve talked about it before but I really enjoy the way items in this system are used to hold really powerful abilities that are usually only used once. Your character can only carry so many Cyphers at any given time, with a risk of strange or weird things happening if they decide to carry more than their typical limit allows. Cyphers can be found on roll tables, which means that any time players decide to look for loot, the GM can just roll a d100 to generate something interesting - and if you really want to get into the nitty-gritty of customizable inventory, I recommend both the Destiny and Building Tomorrow books to complement your campaign.

Breathless: New Horizons, by The Silent Mage.

Breathless - New Horizons is a game based on a primordial future, where giant technological beasts took over with inexplicable awareness, after a scientific crash down.  This game is freely inspired on the Horizon Zero Dawn games.

As humanity rebuilds itself from nothing, you act as Hunters, skilled member of the Guilds, scouting the world for lost knowledge and mysterious pieces of technology called Echoes. 

In Breathless - New Horizons, your items are nearly equally useful to skills, with a dice attached to each item. As with other rolls in Breathless, the item deteriorates the more you use it, symbolized by the size of your dice getting smaller with each use - but unlike skills, items don’t refresh when you take a break. Use an item too much and it deteriorates to the point of uselessness, which means that getting new items is important if you want to be able to keep adventuring. Fortunately, there are loot check rolls attached to tables, which means that while you might not have a lot of control over what you get, there should be plenty of opportunities to re-stock.

This game also has a special kind of item, called an Echo, which can be carried in limited numbers (typically you can only carry 2). Echoes might require a bit of construction before they’re usable, but have special effects that go above and beyond a regular item, and some of them can even be re-charged.

Dead Meat, by Blind Ink.

Dead Meat is a hack of FIST by Claymore. It is a cyberpunk game set in a brutal, absurd dystopia where man and machine are equally worthless in the eyes of the unrelenting pressure of exploitation. Thrown headfirst into problems beyond their ability to solve, players will have to cheat, steal, and sabotage their way through missions to get by. Put money away in a stash to get out of the life, watching your friends drop like flies.

Dead Meat takes an approach to gear that is similar to what I’ve seen in games like Apocalypse World and Monster of the Week. Your gear is determined by your origin, and how the gear can be used is determined through the use of tags. Some of these tags are mechanically transparent - how many times you can use them, or how much they heal or harm - but other tags are more evocative. For example, a vampiric weapon heals you when you use it, while a messy weapon prevents enemies or victims from being identified by police. I have a feeling some of these tags could also bring a narrative downside - perhaps it’s hard to hide a murder with a messy weapon, and a weapon that houses an AI might disregard the wishes of its user.

As with many cyberpunk games, there’s plenty of items that your character can pick up and carry without that much of a drawback - because regular items aren’t what makes this interesting. What you’re really here for, is the Cyberware. In Dead Meat, Cyberware is difficult to get access to, which means that beggars can’t be choosers - if you decide to get chromed up, you’ll take whatever the market gives you, and you’ll like it. As far as I can tell, getting a new piece of Cyberware is kind of like getting a new PbtA move - for example, if you end up getting Advanced Optics, you get +1 to your Chrome stat and you have the ability to pull up someone’s records off the net.

The Grim Odd, by g0ri.

This is a grim world. Any life lived in this world shall be nasty, brutish and short. This is an odd world. From the foul cracks and fissures of the world creeps a strange and omnipotent current – the Odd. Some say the Odd suffocated the gods. Others insist the Odd is the gods. In either case, the Odd animates the living world and it presents opportunities for the daringly ambitious.

The Grim Odd is a fantasy roleplaying game that takes place in a perilous world of unjust dealings and unworldly strangeness. Roll up a character quickly, search for magical artifacts known as Oddities, and delve - as a group or alone - into a role-play experience where rules are mere tools to facilitate the application of the internal laws of the world itself.

OSR/FKR Games often put the lore in pieces of the game like characters or gear and this is a great example. The Odd is a mysterious, powerful piece of the setting, illustrated through Oddities, strange items that grant you power but demand a cost for their use. You can use these oddities to inspire an adventure or mystery, and let the players keep them as they adventure - at great personal risk.

Characters also start with a basic inventory determined by their career, which they should be able to use to solve problems in ways that help them avoid having to roll - and therefore face death or other consequences. If you want a game where your inventory is a fundamental part of telling a story, you might want to check out games like this one.

Convenience Stores & Casinos, by Archangel Studios.

We've all seen those over-the-top, high action heist movies with get-away drivers, explosives, and wild gun fights. Well, what if you took those tropes, typically reserved for the likes of bank, museum, and casino heists, and applied them to just about anything you can get your grubby paws on? I mean, a heist is a heist is a heist as long as you have the right attitude. 

Convenience Stores & Casinos is great for groups that want to go big or go home - even if going big just means an over-complicated heist just to steal a bag of chips. Characters are derived from rolled stats, and playbooks that represent different tropes in heist fiction.

There’s not a lot to do with inventory in this game; the only tables present are the weapon and armour tables. However, weapons and armour are attached to level; you have a chance of getting something good at a low level but that chance is very slim. As the characters prepare for a heist, they can roll to see what kinds of weapons they’re allowed to have, and the higher level they are, the higher chance that they find something that can pack a real punch. Combat is not something you’ll want to get into at the beginning - but as you level up, you’ll take bigger and bigger risks, which will probably lead to more and more things going wrong. I also like the section on the weapon table titled “you just wanted to play D&D didn’t you?”

Other Posts of Mine To Check Out

Markets and Trade

Gathering and Crafting

Weapons and Customization

[starscelly]

esteemed starscelly are you a consumer of fic by any chance? any recs for my upcoming 8 hour road trip? (mainly stars-centric but i’m open to anything)

hello my friend! my fic game has been lacking for like. . truly like 6 months FDSKJFDSJK ive barely read anything BUT i've been a stars fan for what feels like Too Long so i have a good backlog of fics i can rec ! and a couple of the newer ones ive actually read!

i'll put my recommendations below and then ppl can feel free to sound off in the replies so maybe check there as well !

you'll get hypnotized (wyatt/delly) - instantly one of my all timer fics the second it dropped (unashamedly biased) but this fic is SO GOOD. it is so important to have a deeply yearnful and deeply suffering tydel in ur fics

ofc literally all of the 42455 (roope/miro/harls) fic there is (there is not much last i checked) but especially What About Thomas? and All Ends With Beginnings !!!! both so good and handle players who i know are considered Hard To Write soooo well

Get A Read On Me (robo/roope) - i know i am primarily a 424 person but i LOVE 2124 as well and this is literally one of my all time favorite fics ever ever ever i come back to it all the time they write roope so well and interesting and Roope Like idk please read it if u have not

if u like abo, rush into my life, stay a little while and overload are both very good 424 (roope/miro) fics !

alphabet soup (wyatt/delly) - very cute very sweet one of my favs also i come back to it a Lot

felt the need to confess (wyatt/delly) - accept burger king tydel and tharls into ur heart rn. and beer league stars also as well

still burnt from kissing your face (wyatt/delly) - LAST WYDEL REC I PROMISE FDHJSFLDS i hope u liek them damn. anyways this fic is soooo. syrupy bright summer sweethearts like i . whatever i cant describe it in words just read it stat

the mane attraction (roope/miro) - i think we all need to feel weirder abt miro's hair at all times so this is important 2 me. also this author just writes some Good Ass roopemiro but this is just my personal fave

Written up in the stars, spelled it out in blood (roope/miro) - vampire roope . u agree.

more than you wanted (robo/otter) - i cant BELIEVE i almost left this list without a robotter rec. required reading!!!

spy au (series with benn/seguin, roope/robo, and miro/harls) - i am not Caught Up but ive loooved the fic i've read from this series and they truly write Such a good miro like that is like . writing equivalent of a michelin star from me

AND AT THE END OF THE DAY. my origins and life will always be abt dpair yaoi so i have to give recs for the ogs ... (esa/klinger) twice as many stars also has miro roope but like. as kids via the power of magic and Midnight Sun is ALSO magical realism but in a . everyone forgets this person exists magically way. sooo delicious. i owe everything to esa klinger dead arse and these fics r so good

AND IM SURE THERE ARE MANY I NEGLECTED TO INCLUDE but these r either ones ive returned to 50000 times or that Came To Me in this moment !!! i hope this is helpful!!! im so sorry abt all the wydel i hope u love them bad LOL

[raven-cl]

Done for day 6 of @stmarchmm, alpha/alpha!

Just The Two Of Us

WC 2124 | CW: none | Rating: Explicit | Read on AO3

"You know it's just the two of us here right?" Eddie teased, bumping his knee against Jason's, preening at the sight flush that bloomed across his cheeks.

Pouting Jason said, "of course I know it's just the two of us," hugging his popcorn bowl closer to him, staring straight at the movie.

"You sure? You're not acting like it," Eddie teased again, smirking at the other man, holding his hand out, palm up like he was waiting for something.

Rolling his eyes, Jason half complained, "you're annoying," but did as he was asked, slipping his fingers inbetween Eddie's and holding his hand.

Jason returned his gaze to the screen, watching some movie that the other had picked, finding it to be a bit more brutal than he was expecting, the kid in the movie having to defend himself from a chainsaw with just a metal bat quite an interesting choice.

Still he watched it, tossing the popcorn he'd bought before coming in in his mouth, occasionally taking a sip of his drink. Hearing the squeak of the chair, he looked over to see Eddie leaning onto his side to ask, "can I have some?"

"No," was all he said before watching the screen again. He was kidding honestly, he just wanted to mess with him back but he could see the alpha just staring at him through the corner of his eye when he refused to look at him straight on.

Subtley he kept looking over, or he thought he was at least until Eddie told him, "I can see you peeping at me freak ." Rolling his eyes and suppressing a smile, he tilted the container Eddie's way, letting him grab a few.

The two were lucky to be able to sit in there together, late as it was on a school night of all days, but they managed to pick a movie and time where there was no one else there, just the two of them free to do whatever they wanted.

Jason was keeping his eyes on the screen for awhile, not noticing the fact that Eddie dropped his hand, keeping his focus on the movie when he felt a hand creep onto his thigh, stroking it with a gentle hand when it's grip tightened and began moving up.

"What are you doing?" he said flatly, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

Eddie's hand squeezed the inside of his thigh, making Jason's face heat.

Steadily squeezing, Eddie answered, "I'm just keeping my hand here, I'm not doing anything."

Jason side eyed him, only turning his head slightly but that only made the other alpha smile.

"What, having such sinful thoughts while we're having such a lovely mundane date?" Eddie asked.

Jason's face had to be obviously bright red, even in the dark setting that they were in. He was quiet for a second, debating on even answering that when he finally mumbled, "no."

His hand kept creeping upward until he was practically about to cup Jason's cock and finally Jason reached out to grab his wrist stopping him.

"You're going to get my scent all fucking horny when we get out of here, knock it off," he hissed.

Eddie chuckled, undeterred by his words and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "then keep it under control, obviously."

"Obviously my ass, knock it off you freak," seethed though it was obvious he wasn't truly angry. However, Eddie didn't stop, he continued until Jason whipped his head over, biting his cheek and getting a subsequent "ow" from the other alpha who finally relented and removed his hand.

"Asshole," Jason murmured. Apologetically stroking his thigh, much closer to his knee, Eddie left Jason alone, watching the movie alongside him. Slightly sighing Jason started, "if you want, if you can get your van secluded enough we can in there. If you want," not looking Eddie's way even though he was see the apparent smile on his lips.

"Okay," was the last thing that was said between them about the topic, the couple watching the rest of the movie until started rolling, signaling the movie was over.

Once it was over, the two looked at each other and Eddie popped the question, "so who's leaving first?"

"You go, I don't know where you parked so I'll need to follow you," Jason answered, watching as Eddie grabbed his knee dramatically to push himself up as a result of his words.

"I parked off to the left," he stated as he began walking backwards, turning around to walk properly once the words left his mouth. Jason kept an eye on him as he made his way out, looking at his watch to see when a few minutes passed by so he could make his leave as well.

When he felt enough time had passed, he got up and headed out the same way the other alpha had, being able to see him in the sight distance. He walked slightly more to the right than where he could see Eddie walking, keeping an eye out for anyone else being there.

Peering over to where Eddie was walking, he finally saw his van and quickly Jason surveyed their surroundings and upon seeing no one else there, bolted over as nonchalantly as he could. The other alpha got until the van first, starting it up and waiting there until Jason got there and entered the passenger side.

They got buckled up, and as Eddie started backing out and driving, he rested his hand on Jason's thigh, rubbing it soothingly back and forth.

"Where are we headed?" He asked and Eddie hummed for a second before answering, "quarry."

Jason stared offendedly at the radio playing the alpha's music, loud fast rock or metal or whatever the hell it was Eddie listened to, blasting through the speakers.

At a stop sign he was startled when he felt a kiss on his cheek, looking over to see the other alpha starting amusedly at him, telling him, "you'll get used to it at some point." In retaliation Jason just rolled his eyes and told him to pipe down, no way he'd ever like something like this.

Soon enough they made it to the quarry, parking enough into it that they couldn't be seen. Once it was parked, they looked at one another for a split second before Jason was fisting Eddie's hair and pulling him closer, crashing their lips together. Eddie moaned, getting up and making his way backwards into the back of the van, dragging Jason with him never once breaking the kiss.

They shucked their jackets off and tossed them to the side, rushing to get their clothes off and eager for skin to skin contact. Eddie broke the kiss for a second, running over to the passenger side to rummage through the glove compartment and resumed right where he left off.

Popping open the lube, he squirted it onto his fingers, rubbing the pad of his finger against Jason's hole, barely pressing on it but still getting a small gasp from the man. He teased him, circling his fingertip but never pushing in proper, relishing in the way Jason rolled his hips trying to get him inside.

Unbearably slowly, he pushed inside, dragging it in and out in a painfully slow pace. When Jason was moving a little too much for his liking, planning on dragging this out as long as he wanted, Eddie put a firm hand in his hip, pushing him down. Soon he inserted a second finger but only upped the speed slightly, barely noticeable.

Groaning Jason complained, "would you fuck me already?" He let out a startled moan as Eddie suddenly retracted his hands quickly.

"You wanna act like a bitch?" Eddie asked, "then I'll fuck you like one," he hissed and flipped the other alpha onto his stomach.

Jason was about to bite back, only to bite his lip to keep a whimper down while Eddie added his fingers back, fucking them in quickly. He aimed his fingers until finally a broken mewl slipped out from Jason, and between thrusting his fingers to hit that spot over and over again, sloppily getting him ready.

Once he felt Jason was ready, he took his fingers out and gave his own cock a few strokes, getting it hard and lining himself up with Jason's hole.

Gently pushing his tip in, he rolled his hips fucking his tip in, getting Jason riled up and restless. Right as he saw Jason open his mouth to complain again he slammed in, burying himself to the hilt and started up a fast and hard pace. Eddie stroked his hand along warm skin, moving to grab the other alpha's hips and using it to pull him on and off his cock.

"You always look so beautiful like this y'know. The way your skin gets all flushed under my touch, it's cute," Eddie voiced, using his thumb to stroke circles on the side of his hip.

Jason felt his face flush, burning brightly as he only responded, "shut up," embarrassed about the other alpha's words.

Scoffing, Eddie teased with a mocking voice, "well that wasn't very nice, now was it," although it wasn't a question. Jason was getting ready to give a retort to that when a loud slap cut through the air and he jerked forward, letting out a surprised moan as Eddie chuckled.

He didn't get a chance to say anything as the other alpha did it again, slapping his ass and groaning, grabbing and squeezing a cheek. "God, look how tight you get around me when I do that. You got a thing for that that you're not sharing?" Eddie asked, keeping a firm hand on the blonde alpha's waist.

Jason bit his lip to choke down his moan as Eddie did it again hard, sure to leave a mark. He felt goosebumps travel up his back as he felt the flush skin of Eddie on it, staring at the other alpha's arm leaning his shoulder.

"I asked you a question," Eddie whispered, ghost breathing over the shell of Jason's ear. Shivers went up his spine at his words, at the dominant tone Eddie was using, like he was going to command him to answer if he didn't volunteer it.

He felt a smile against his ear and the brunette spoke up again mocking, "are you just too embarrassed about it baby? A little too shy to admit you like having your ass spanked while you get fucked by another alpha?"

Jason shuddered, hiding his head inbetween his arms, refusing to look at him. That didn't deter Eddie though as he continued taunting him, "lemme guess, this a little repressed trauma you got there baby? Daddy beat you when you weren't a good boy?" not caring about the way he didn't answer. As a finishing touch, he leaned over to lick a flat strip up Jason's cheek, then focused back on fucking him, slapping and getting his ass bright red with his handprints.

Jason's breaths got faster, his moans becoming more stuttered as he got close, uttering a quiet, "fuck Eddie, I'm, I'm gonna cum." A sad whine left his lips as Eddie took those words as a sign to grab the base of his dick, stopping him from coming.

"Let's be romantic huh? Let's finish at the same time," and sped up his pace, chasing his release while Jason moaned on every thrust. Once Eddie felt himself growing closer, grinding his knot against his hole, he fumbled off to the side for a bag he'd hidden, pulling out a fleshlight.

In a teasing voice he asked, "ya ready?" before he let go of the base of Jason's cock and slotted the toy on, jerking him in time with his thrusts. Jason let out a litany of wanton mewls, gripping Eddie's wrist and biting down on his bottom lip enough to bleed. He came with a gargled shout, digging his face into his arms and clenching hard around Eddie.

Eddie came with a groan, grinding into him until he was too sensitive to move and sat there, letting the both of them catch their breaths. As carefully as he could, he rummaged around the back of the van for anything to use as a pillow and stuck it under Jason's head, placing a blanket next to the two of them.

He helped Jason get settled onto his side, throwing the blanket halfway onto them, taking a moment to ask, "do you want me to take you back?"

The other alpha was quiet while he contemplated, finally mumbling later, content to just lie with Eddie for now, allowing Eddie to wrap the blanket around them proper and hold him from behind.

[cottonlemonade]

Just Crazy Enough

word count: 2124 || avg. reading time: 9 mins.

pairing: Tendou x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, soft Tendou

warnings: a gamer‘s rage (cursing, suggestive language), some regular swearing too, otherwise none

synopsis: you can’t sleep and Tendou helps you out

You wake up with a start, gasping for air. Your heart is racing and it takes you a couple of moments to realize where you are.

Evident by the small pool of drool on the table you must have fallen asleep at your desk while working on the paper for your creative writing class. You try to rub away a kink in your neck and reach for your phone to scroll through social media to find a distraction.

Tendou grins at your last message and, pushing his books aside, grabs his laptop. He turns to look over at Wakatoshi sleeping soundly. Normally, not even a jet engine could wake his best friend once he was out, but the red haired boy still decides it would be for the best to move to the common room of the Shiratorizawa dorms. There he could talk to you in voice chat without having to worry about disturbing anyone.

“Hey you.”, you greet him happily, but he can tell you are tired.

He wishes he could have been there when you had woken up and held you until you felt safe enough to go back to sleep.

“Hey to you, too. What do you feel like?”

“Hmm, just regular, I’d say. Not in the mood for ranked.”

While you two are waiting for the game to start he sends another puppy picture and his heart leaps when he hears you fawning over it.

Tendou does his best to distract you as much as possible while you queue, asking about how uni is going and you in turn want to know everything about yesterday‘s training.

You and Tendou have been good friends for about a year and he has been in love with you for about 11 months and two weeks. He met you in his second year, while you were in your third, helping out at a tournament. Having been assigned to support the Shiratorizawa managers, you handed out water and towels. At first Tendou was sure you would, like everyone else, be scared of him, avoid him or something but to his great surprise you were kind and bright and even struck up a conversation with the team when they waited for a new match and had some down time. When he found out you liked the same video games and manga as him he didn’t even notice that the team had called him away to court until Ushiwaka materialized by his side and with that silent stare of his demanded him to follow.

During the game then Tendou’s eyes had begun to look for you whenever he scored a point. He found you fascinating and really very pretty. Not to mention, he was rather surprised to meet a girl who didn’t run for the hills when he looked her way.

After the tournament he was a bit hesitant at first, hanging back in the locker room, trying to figure out if asking for your number was a good idea.

It was only when he was already taking his seat on the bus back to school that he decided to just go for it and jumped back out to jog over to where you were waiting with a few friends for your ride.

You offered a genuine smile and typed your number into his phone, giving sharp looks to a girl who made some mumbled comment about why you were giving him your real number.

Ever since then you are in close contact, meet up for movies, food or just general hangouts and you even come to his games to cheer him on.

The server finally connects you two to a game and for a while you just play without any noteworthy incident unless one would count the near heart attack he experienced when you called him sweet.

In the sixth or so game however...

Could you stop blowing your boyfriend and heal the entire team???

Tendou does a double take when he sees the words appear in the team chat. They can only be targeted towards you. You and him are the only ones in a group plus you are the only straight up healer.

You scoff into your headset and must have heard how he starts to angrily type a reply, because you just say, “Don’t. Let me do it.”

But where would be the fun in that? <3

Tendou coughs when he reads your answer.

Fucking retards, what are you doing!?

Well, we are both a little distracted.

“I’m really sorry for this.”, you say a second later.

“What are you apologizing for?”, he laughs (taking a screenshot of the exchange).

For the rest of the game, you both ignore the ongoing rampage in the team chat, the constant stream of insults and completely out of line suggestions and threats.

He feels bad that you are being attacked like this but on the other hand, you have started to jokingly call him “babe“ and he is thoroughly enjoying the experience.

At the end - of course your team won - you get the title Player Of The Game for Lifesaver and suddenly the chat goes really quiet. Both of you break out into laughter and he types a “Well done, baby. Love you <3“ into the chat sending you into another fit of giggles.

Much to his surprise you don‘t drop the new nickname and while he doesn‘t know what to do about it at first, he quickly figures out that you don‘t object to him returning the favour. As the night goes on he becomes braver and tries to see how much “pretended” flirting he can get away with. About 2 hours later he goes to bed with your “Sweet dreams, my love.” still in his ears, grinning like an idiot.

Usually sleeping in on a weekend with no extra training is a must and given that he has crawled into bed at around 4 in the morning, he easily would have slept until late afternoon. But he feels so energized from last night's events that he wakes up as soon as Wakatoshi comes back from his morning jog.

He reaches for his phone and to his surprise sees that you are already online.

Still feeling elated and confident he types.

Satori: Good morning, gorgeous. Slept well? x

And immediately regrets it. He really hopes he hasn't taken it too far. Shit, what was he thinking!? He tosses the phone away like a hot potato and groans loudly into his pillow - Wakatoshi is so used to his antics that he doesn‘t even question it.

After what is probably the longest minute of his life his phone pings with a new message and, hugging his pillow tightly to his chest, he carefully leans over to squint at the screen.

You: Good morning, loverboy ☺️ how are you already up? It‘s Saturday! Eh, sleep is optional.

His shoulders drop a little at the implication that you haven‘t managed to fall asleep after he left you a few hours ago. But at the same time a wide grin spreads across his face when you don‘t dismiss his affections.

And suddenly he has a crazy idea.

Half an hour later he stands in front of your door, freshly showered, a bag slung over his shoulder, a plan on his mind that may be just crazy enough to work.

You look surprised when you open the door but smile brightly.

"What are you doing here?“ Yawn. “I'm really sorry, but I don't know if I'll be good company today.", you say meekly, the shadows under your eyes telling a vivid story about how long your night must have been.

"Just figured I could be a supportive boyfriend and help my girl sleep."

Too tired to question any of it, you step aside and let him into your tiny student apartment.

When he takes off his shoes and jacket, you suppress another yawn, rubbing your eyes and Tendou tries not to blush at how cute you are.

"Off you go!", he shoos you further into your home, towards your bed, "Go on."

"But-"

"No buts, let's go."

You stumble for a second then shuffle over to your bed, him right behind you.

Sleepily you climb between the sheets, looking at him through heavy eyes, yet another yawn on your lips.

"So you came here to command me to sleep?"

"Not exactly.", he grins mysteriously and an understanding of his plan dawns on your face.

"You are not getting into my bed with street clothes."

"I know.", he taps his bag with a superior look.

Tendou hops into your bathroom and emerges dressed in his sleep wear a few moments later (a loose shirt with a faded charizard roaring across the chest and sweatpants), striking a pose, which makes you chuckle. And then yawn again.

For a second he stands at the foot of your bed, waiting for you to object, to tell him, he has gone too far but to his immense relief you just push a few pillows around and brush a plushie out of the way, making a space for him.

Up until now it has all somewhat felt like a joke, but as he settles into your bed inches from your warm body, he realises what he has accomplished and the weight of it sinks into his stomach. He swallows.

Taking a quiet breath he hesitates, then wraps his arm around you from behind, pulling you against his chest. You shift for a second and he loosens his hold immediately in case you want to scoot away from him again, but you only make yourself comfortable and let out a deep breath. He tightens his hug again, loving how your soft shape fits so perfectly against him. Absurdly, he wonders if you‘ll even be able to sleep with just loud his heart is hammering.

"Thank you.", you mumble.

"Any time."

When you both wake up, the sun has already started to go down again, bathing your home in a golden glow.

"Please take this exactly the way that I am saying it.", your voice was low and a little squished, "It was really nice sleeping with you."

"Glad to hear it. Right back at ya.", Tendou smirks. He is lying on his back, with your head on his chest, your hands, so much smaller than his, folded on top of each other as a cushion. At some point during his sleepover you had entwined your legs with his.

Without thinking he takes a strand of your hair between his fingers and starts to play with it. You stretch luxuriously like a cat in the sun.

"Want to sleep some more?"

"Nah I'm good, but don't you have anything better to do on your day off?"

"Better than this? Fuck no."

You laugh, relaxing again.

A moment later you shiver and he pulls up the blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders.

"You are a very good boyfriend, you know that?"

"Thanks, I try."

You fall into comfortable silence, the only sound coming from the cicadas outside your window and cars whooshing past in the distance.

After a while you begin to fiddle with the hem of his shirt.

"Everything alright?", he asks.

"Yeah I'm just wondering… what this is?"

"A shirt." That earns him a playful knock on the chest and you sit up, taking your cozy warmth with you.

"You know what I mean.", you say with a furrowed brow. Tendou sits up as well, resting his back against your headboard.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.", he says earnestly.

"You didn't. I like what you did for me, but I just don't want to worry about what it means for the next two months so I am asking.", you shrug and Tendou gives you a small smile, which you return, but then look away.

He braces himself. "It means what you want it to mean. If you want to see it as a friend helping out a friend, then great. However…", he searches for the right words, "if you… would not be opposed to the idea of making this a reality … and let me be your actual boyfriend, then that.. would be even better."

You meet his eyes and try to look for any indication of a joke.

“You know, I really can‘t tell if you‘re kidding or not.“

“Why would I joke about something like that?“

“…“

“You have a point, but, well, I‘m not joking right now.“

“Huh. Alright.“

“Alright?“

“Yup.“

“Cool.“

“Rad.“

After a moment of staring at each other with straight faces, you both break out into laughter. Then Tendou pulls you into his arms and peppers your face with kisses.

art: (the little profile picture used in the texts) @BRTRmilk_ on Twitter

(the dog) by snatti on pixie.net

[vamprisms]

it's unreal to me that we lived in the time before any gay people were allowed to get married. for the 2124 college student reading this for their assignment yes we still existed before that. btw you should check out a little indie movie called i now pronounce you chuck and larry 2007. it was a real cultural milestone and will be a great source for your essay

[ahummingbirdwitch]

I absolutely LOVE your fics, can u maybe write us some more cypher smut? <3

Technically this addresses multiple requests I’ve also received but here ya go!

Hide and Seek (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: You hide, Cypher seeks.

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2124

Warnings: blow jobs, p in v sex, unsafe sex, creampie

Notes: To the people who asked for more Cypher smut and that one person who asked for Cypher receiving a blowjob, this is for you guys 💗💗

“Helloo? Anybody there?” Cypher’s sing-songy voice echoed throughout the training room. “Where is my kitten hiding?”

You put a hand over your mouth, stifling your giggle. You were hiding behind one of the many barriers used in training simulations, and it was only a matter of time before he found you. After teasing him all week while away on a mission, the two of you were finally reunited, and to celebrate your return, Cypher had suggested playing an… interesting version of hide and seek.

Earlier that evening, he’d called you to the deserted training room, all the security cameras disabled to ensure no one outside could have a look in. It also meant that Cypher himself had no extra eyes to watch you with—but knowing him, that didn’t mean he was truly at a disadvantage.

“You have until the count of ten to hide,” he’d said from somewhere in the dark, his familiar croon sending a shiver down your spine. “When I find you, you’re mine.”

Not “if,” he’d said. When. You knew Cypher would find you, but luckily, that was exactly what you wanted.

You’d managed to evade him for about fifteen minutes or so, moving from barrier to barrier each time you heard what sounded like footsteps approaching. Cypher would get closer and closer, and every time, you’d stay almost until the last second, only to move away quickly before he could reach you, giggling under your breath. You weren’t exactly trying to hide from him; he could catch you in an instant if he wanted to, but it was clear he was toying with you, seeing how long you would try to keep him at bay.

Even without his cameras, Cypher was a master tracker, and right now, you were his prey.

“Where aaare you?” he sang, his voice somehow coming from all directions. Gooseflesh rose all along your arm, and you pressed yourself harder against the barrier behind you, wondering if he could see you or not. “You can’t hide much longer, darling. I will find you.”

You bit your lip, warmth pooling in your core. In the darkness of the room, you could see very little, but all your other senses were more alive than ever. Every word he spoke in that low, gravelly tone tickled your ears and sent heat rushing between your legs. You silently thanked whatever god had put this idea in Cypher’s head.

“You’re probably afraid,” he drawled from somewhere nearby. “Aren’t you, kitten?”

You probably would’ve moaned at that if you weren’t so determined to stay quiet. No, you weren’t afraid—you knew he would never hurt you—but hearing him taunt you like he taunted enemies on the battlefield was undeniably arousing. If you were being honest, you’d had a fantasy like this before; you’d just never thought Cypher would be willing to play into it.

“Tell me, sokar,” he purred. “Do you know what I’ll do when I catch you?”

You leaned back against the barrier, pressing your thighs together. No. Tell me.

“You’re probably thinking something good, aren’t you? Some kind of reward, perhaps?” He chuckled darkly. “Well, you’d be wrong about that. Only good girls get rewards. And you’ve been very, very bad, my love.”

You heard footsteps not far away, and your heart pounded. “What? Are you gonna punish me?” you wanted to taunt back, but one peep from you would alert him to your location. Instead, you held your tongue, smiling to yourself giddily. Cypher was always so solitary, so tightly wound, and you loved nothing more than to rile him up, watching pieces of his real, hidden self come out even if his mask never came off. That was when the two of you had the most fun.

The footsteps drew closer, but slowly—he was taking his time with you. “I’ll tell you this much,” he went on in that same lilting tone. “What I’ll do to you, I won’t even need to prepare you for.”

You knew right away what he meant. Twenty minutes of this cat-and-mouse game and your panties were soaked through, every inch of your body prickling with desire. The moment he finally touched you, there was a non-zero chance you’d cum on the spot.

Cypher was even closer now, and you found yourself hopelessly conflicted. The thought of drawing out the game was tantalizing, but you were rapidly losing your patience, your need for him growing stronger every second. Did you dare continue to evade him, until he finally snapped and took you? Or would you stay right where you were, and let him find you right now?

Just as the footsteps neared your hiding place, you made your decision, darting out and slipping behind another barrier. You flattened your body against the wall of it, breathing as quietly as you could. Your heart raced with equal excitement and trepidation. Where was he now? Did he know where you were? How soon until he found you?

All of a sudden, your questions were answered. You heard footsteps beside you, then felt cold gloved fingers around your wrist. They yanked you forward, and your breath hitched when you realized Cypher was standing right in front of you.

“Got you.”

It was difficult to see in the dark, but you could make out the outline of him before you, lit up slightly by the soft neon lights along the floor, and stared with words caught in your throat. He wasn’t wearing his usual coat or hat, instead dressed in form-fitting black clothes and boots, his face covering already pulled up to his nose. Cypher tugged you closer to him by your wrist, looking down at you with a smirk on his scarred lips. “Get on your knees, sweetheart.”

You obeyed him without question, dropping to the floor, and he reached for his pants hastily, working to get them open. You gazed up at him, flooded with adoration and lust. “I missed you,” you breathed.

Cypher half-laughed, half-grunted as he freed his cock. “Then show me how much you missed me.”

You licked your lips, admiring his incredibly hard cock for a heartbeat before taking it greedily into your mouth. You wrapped your hands around his base, pumping it lightly as you began to suck, and the sound he gave you in response was just as good as you’d hoped.

One of Cypher’s hands traveled down, tangling in your hair as he bucked his hips. “Yes,” he groaned. “That’s a good girl.”

That little bit of praise was all you needed. You moaned around him as you sucked him harder, worshipping him with your mouth, and he moaned back in return, thrusting even more eagerly now.

“Llwa,” he cursed, breathing heavily, “I missed your mouth. You made me want it every night, driving me mad with those videos.”

You locked eyes with him as you dragged your tongue up his shaft, wordlessly pleading him to forgive you. You were already repenting for him on your knees, weren’t you?

Cypher gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on your hair. “Bad, bad girl,” he growled out. “You don’t know how badly I wanted to fuck you.”

You whimpered, drenching his cock in your saliva, hands still working his base. The more he thrust into your mouth, the wetter you got. Fuck me, then, you wanted to beg him. Show me how badly you wanted it.

Cypher moaned low, picking up speed and hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around him, drool forming at the edges of your lips, then without warning, he yanked his cock out of you. He stood back for a moment, panting, then lunged forward, shoving you up against the wall of the training barrier. He slammed his mouth into yours, his hands suddenly at the waistline of your pants.

You didn’t hesitate to help him, and in seconds your pants were forced all the way down, your sodden panties practically sticking to your thighs as they followed suit. He traced the wet streaks with his still-gloved fingers, the cold metal making you shiver. “Just as I thought,” he murmured, chuckling against your lips. “Dripping for me.”

You responded with a soft whine. “Please.”

“Dirty girl.” Your lower lip between his teeth, Cypher hoisted you up with ease, and you wrapped your legs around him without thinking. “Mine,” he hissed before plunging into you.

You wailed as he forced himself as deep as he could go, immediately setting a punishing pace. Cypher moaned into your ear, fingers digging bruises into your thighs. “Is this what you wanted, dear? For me to fuck you like this?”

Choked cries tumbled from your mouth, cut short each time your back hit the wall as he fucked into you. It was rough, but it was perfect. “Yes,” you gasped. “Yes, yes…”

He sucked on your earlobe, earning a shrill cry from you. “For such a sweet girl,” he panted, “you can be such a brat.”

Your mind flitted to those videos you’d sent him and you whined pitifully, dragging your nails up and down his back. “I just missed you so much,” you babbled. “I needed you, Amir—I needed you so bad.”

Cypher groaned into your neck, not slowing down in the slightest. “I know you did, sweetheart,” he rasped. “But I needed you more.” He bit down just then, sucking a dark mark into your skin while you moaned out loudly. When he finally came up for air, he growled, “You don’t know how much I need you. How much you occupy my thoughts. I can’t focus when you’re near, and I can’t think when you’re away.”

You could only answer him with a needy mewl, too far gone to properly express how much that meant to you. Hearing he needed you as much as you did made your heart threaten to burst.

“I need you,” he uttered, trailing frantic kisses and bites down your neck. “Every second of every day.”

You shut your eyes. Too good, too good. “Fuck… Amir…”

“You belong to me,” Cypher breathed against your lips. “Your mind, your body, your soul.” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust.

You nodded desperately. “Y-Yes—yes—please—”

“Please what?” He was so close to kissing you, but each time you moved in, he pulled back just a little, keeping you wanting it.

“Please.” You hardly knew what you were saying. “Fuck me, just please, please make me cum—”

Cypher hummed, and you could feel the vibrations inside your mouth. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “I’m sorry for—for teasing you, just—please—”

Cypher let out a soft, dark laugh. You’d never seen this side of him before; delighting in making you squirm, putting you in your place. “That’s my good girl,” he cooed. “Once I fill you, you’ll have your turn.”

He snapped his hips, fucking you harder and faster, and you threw your head back, crying out with abandon. You didn’t care if anyone could hear you outside the room. As far as you were concerned, no one else existed but the two of you. Just you and Cypher. Cypher, Cypher, Cypher, Amir…

“Amir,” you wailed. “I love you—I-I love you—”

“Yes.” Cypher grunted with effort. “Yes—say it. Say it again.”

“I love you.” You grasped the sides of his face, feeling around his head where his scalp was covered. “I love you.”

You could tell he was losing his composure, leaning into your hands as his breathing grew more and more ragged. “My girl.”

Yes, yes. His girl. You were his. “Cum for me,” you pleaded. “A-Amir—”

“Sokar,” he uttered. “Sokar, I—”

Cypher couldn’t finish, his words cut off by a harsh groan from deep in his throat. He shuddered against you, his grip on your thighs faltering, then all of a sudden it was tighter than ever, and he held you firmly in place against the wall as he thrust his release inside of you.

You gasped as he filled you, your body milking his cock and swallowing his cum without a second thought. Cypher did not let go of you, riding out the rest of his climax with his face on your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin. After several heartbeats, when his breathing had slowed, he finally lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw. You giggled softly, soothing his upper back with your palms.

When he set you down gently, putting you back on your feet, you were worried it was over after all, but then Cypher picked you back up abruptly, this time in a bridal carry. You gave him a surprised look, and he smiled. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he said slyly. “Let’s continue this elsewhere, shall we?”