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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carrier, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, era ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening sex
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oliver aiku 💚 for your valentine event!!
Aria. Luv you and him both. Don't make me choose lol.
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The professor isn't late. You and the horde of students are early. It is the first day of last semester. It is livelier than you had imagined but that shattered soon enough when you noticed there was only one seat left in the class.
Ofcourse it had to be him. Damn it. Oliver Aiku.
After a minute or so when the class has already started Oliver spoke. His voice was so low that he had to lean in close and whispered, “Have a hard time making new friends?”
This is definitely not flirting.
“i’ve a plenty of friends.”
“Really? How many?”
Four but you could count them as tons. “so-oh many.”
Oliver gave you a raised eyebrow as if he found it hard to believe you.“We should go out sometime. I’d like to meet them.”
Little did he know he already had.A week ago at a party when he tried to take you home, hitting on you so shamelessly yet you had a hard time resisting his charms.
“I don’t know. Our club’s pretty exclusive.” Exclusive to hanging out at home, eating pizza, and watching old reruns of reality TV.
“Okay. Then just you and I.” quick and short.
Did he just ask you out?
Your heart was about to pound out of your chest. The guy was hot. Like, roll off a magazine cover hot, and his confidence just made him all the more enticing.
You twisted in your chair, already feeling warmth grow in your lower stomach as memories of dancing with him at the club flooded your brain, stealing all rational thought, and barely managed to respond. You bowed down your head,chin almost touching your collar bones to hide your smile.
It was settled. His first date. Well, he had gone to plenty of dates but this time was the first when he was the one making the advances.
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Just a good time after work
pairing: Bangchan x female reader
warnings: smut, unprotected sex,
word count: idk
Chan sits on the couch in your shared apartment, watching a movie. He’s really drained from the work today. You watch him for a second, then moving to him.
“Hey baby.” You say.
Before you can sit down, Chan takes your waist with his muscular arms and pulls you down onto his lap.
Before one of you can say anything, you both start kissing each other. The kiss going deeper and more passionate each time.
You wrapping your arms around his neck, stroking his back hair with one hand while you feel how Chan is pulling you closer to him.
He takes your waist and places it on his dick.
You feel how hard he is.
He moves your hips back and forth while you take your shirt off.
He takes his hands away from your hips to also take his shirt off. After that he moves to your bra and opens it.
You let it fall down. Moving your hands straight to his chest.
You stand up to take of your jeans, then sitting again on his lap.
Your hands moving down to his zipper, slowly opening it.
He pulls his hips up a little so you can take his trousers and his boxer off.
His dick jumps out, leaning against Chans stomach.
He moves your slip aside, takes your waist again and pulls you back on his lap.
He finds your clit with his finger and softly plays with it. “You already so wet for more my love.” He smirks.
He takes his dick, slowly pulling it into you.
You feel how he fills you up and it drives you crazy.
He takes your waist again and pulls you up and down on his dick.
He feels your warm walls and slowly starts to breath heavier.
You moving your hands from his neck to his chest and back again. You try to kiss him several times but your moans always breaks it.
After quite some minutes, you feel how near your high comes. “Babe, I’m going to-“ “you moan again “I’m going to come.”
He tries to keep his speed until you reach your high, screaming his name.
He moves your hips back and forth for a little longer until he also reaches his high. He moans loudly and pulls his head back.
Some sweat pearls are running down your head.
You get up, sitting next to him.
After he relaxed from his high, he goes to the bathroom.
“Where you going?” You ask.
“Just get some towels for us.”
After some seconds, he comes back and cleans you.
He takes you up in his arms, heading to the bedroom.
He lays you down on the bed and takes a boxer for him and also a shirt for you.
You both put these on.
He crawls on the bed, reaching for the blanket and cover you both with it.
“Everything’s fine?” He looks at you with his cute dimple smile.
“Could’ve never been better.” You snuggle into his chest, ignoring the heat.
All you want is to cuddle now and get some rest.
“I love you.” You say against his chest, smiling.
“I love you more my love.” He kisses your head and wraps his arms around you.
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Mastermind
Jake x MC Silly Fluffy One Shot
Words: 4.3k
Inspired by old memes! I've added one to the end.
Jake has planned their trip to IKEA down to the last second. He forgot to account for MC and her ability to turn a simple shopping trip into a day-long adventure. He's a mastermind, but he might have met his match.
Thank you so much to the lovely @julesisreading for all her help and insights with IKEA and the things that could happen to Jake there 🤭 I have only been once or twice myself and needed some help with it. Anything that is wrong, call it artistic liberty and I have no budget to stick to when writing, so I can do what I want🤣❤️
Jake
He was armed to the teeth. Nothing could surprise him or knock him off track. The map was crystal in his mind, and he was confident every challenge, problem, and panic attack had been accounted for and neutralized before they could infringe upon his ability to complete this mission. It was one he took seriously and would accept nothing but success. They’d eaten a decent breakfast, and he packed bottles of water and snacks in case she got hungry. All avenues had been considered. He knew every entrance and exit and mapped out multiple escape routes for every turn and pitfall they might fall into. He was ready. He was prepared. Or so he thought. He’d forgotten to account for the human elements, and a sinking sensation in his stomach already warned him all might not be well.
Jake eyed the mammoth building with a gimlet eye and smothered his groan as they approached the entrance. They were about to face the most arduous struggle many couples grapple with… a trip to IKEA. The challenge? Walk in, get what they need, and walk back out without breaking up. He was confident he could hold his own and not give in to the pressures being faced with so many options could place on a person. A strange notion swept over him as the automatic doors parted to allow them inside. Should he be laying a trail of breadcrumbs to ensure they found their way out? He was almost intimidated by the size of the place and doubted his own ability to remember everything he’d planned. The woman beside him insisted on pushing the cart so he could grab things she pointed at, and there was a distinct frenetic energy around her small form that made her bounce as she walked.
The list he created the night before was on his phone, and he knew exactly where everything was to the last inch. Reassured by the website that all was in stock, he warned her on the way there that they would not be distracted by anything shiny and they would avoid the food hall. He couldn’t remember if she actually agreed to his terms or if she made him forget them by using her feminine ways to distract him. If she had, he knew he enjoyed every moment of it and wouldn’t hold it against her. She laughed at his intense research, but he was determined to make it out alive and mostly intact. He felt more like he was gearing up for a fight than furniture shopping, and her delighted squeal as they approached the pile of reusable blue and yellow bags only solidified that feeling. She was grabbing one after another and smiling as she turned to him.
“Do you think four will suffice?”
He opened his mouth to affirm, but she shook her head and muttered, “No, better get a few more just in case. I think… yep! Seven will do!”
“We don’t need that much...” He said as she bounced back to his side and tossed the bags in the cart.
“We might see something we didn’t know we needed, Jake!” She laughed, eyes alight with mischief as they ambled into the market hall.
A subtle but noticeable scent hung in the air: sawdust, maybe something with cinnamon, and a bunch of other things he didn’t have a name for hit him as they walked in, and it was pleasant, but he did not trust it. He knew it was only there to lure one in, get them lost, and keep them trapped inside this horror store forever. His credit card burned a hole in his pocket as she approached a row of finger-smeared computers and began pointlessly searching for all they needed. He stifled a chuckle as the first two she tried would not work, and she growled at the screen, huffed, and glared at him when his worked on the first try. His touch screen was faulty, though, and when it failed to show him where he could find the coffee table she so desperately wanted, he sighed through his nose and prayed this wasn’t a sign of things to come.
“Come on, Hackerman, we’ll just have to do it the old-fashioned way!” She chirped, guiding the cart away and over to a display of kitchen utensils.
“I have everything we need marked down. We just have to go there, and...we don’t need a lemon juicer.” He arched a brow as she demonstrated how to use it and winked at him.
“You never know! It’s only -”
“Yeah, it’s only $2.49. That’s how they get you.” He said, and she scoffed but put it down after remembering she didn’t like lemons.
There were too many shiny, cheap, and silly things to grab her attention. Like a magpie, anything that glittered under the fluorescent lights caught her eye. She flitted from shelf to shelf like some demented fairy while he watched on and felt his hope of getting out before dark dwindle and drain away to nothing. They successfully found both the nightstands and dresser, but as he failed to find the shelves she specified, his frown deepened, and he pulled out his phone to double-check the website. It said they had it, but he stood before the empty space where his shelves should be and wanted to beat his head off a wall. Rechecking the site, he didn’t notice her approaching and jumped a foot in the air as her bright voice cut through the angry murmurs in his head.
“We can just choose another set. It’s fine. The ones down there look alright.”
“If it isn’t in stock, the website shouldn’t say it is! It should be here, where it’s stupid tag is. Or what’s the point in it?” He grumbled, glaring at the empty space one last time before following her as she skipped to another set that fit their budget.
She grinned as she pointed at it and posed like a hostess on an old game show.
“See, it’ll do. Crisis averted. I bet if you checked the website it would be out of stock! Help me get it in the cart!” She demanded with a cheeky grin. He couldn’t help but return it as he did as she asked.
The other shoppers reminded him of those old zombie movies. Glazed eyes and faces frozen in thinly veiled discontent as they blindly tossed mass-produced artwork and lampshades into their carts. Somehow, the millionth print of a black squiggle was something many felt completed the décor of their homes. He didn’t understand it and was glad when his overexcited partner completely bypassed that section to drag him to another display, making him want to dig in his heels to avoid it. His eyes could barely keep track she moved so fast, just a blur of hair and freckles jumping from aisle to aisle. Bedding, shower curtains, and decorative pillows somehow made it into their cart, and he could sense his finely tuned plans falling apart like wet paper under his hands. This was his Great War. He’d brought a knife to a gunfight and lost the battle before they’d arrived.
He kept his mouth shut until she let out a thrilled noise and made a beeline for the mirrors.
“The stuff we need is over there. It says there's only one in stock. We need to hurry.” He tried as she waved a hand at him and examined the many mirrors.
He could see himself glowering as she paced along the aisle, a finger tapping her chin. And practically heard the cogs turning in her head as she pondered how to convince him they needed another mirror to give the illusion of space.
“I think another won’t go amiss, that one!” She clapped her hands and gestured toward one that would require another cart.
“We can order it online once we know we have space for it.” He smiled, and hoped it looked genuine.
“Have you seen the delivery charge?! It’s more than the mirror. I’ll grab another cart while you get the things on your list. I know you can find me anyway.” She teased, making him bark a shocked laugh, but he couldn’t deny it.
“Fine, but we’ll meet back here in an hour, deal?” He held out his pinky as she sidled closer and looked up at him through a fan of dark lashes.
She hooked her pinky around his and shook, “Deal. Now, off you go! Let me have my fun.” She sang and left him blinking after her. Gods, he loved her.
He knew it was futile, but he clung to his plan and moved away to track down what they needed. The store wifi kept dipping out as he walked deeper into the maze of shelves and displays, getting turned around and making the same journey twice to find his way out. It didn’t feel like a win whenever he found something they needed. It felt like a payment that cost him blood and tears. His nerves were frayed, and his skin felt too tight as he tried and failed to double-check their stock. Again, it said everything was available, but as he came across yet another empty shelf, he wanted to throw his phone away in frustration. He had half a mind to update the stock counts online himself after this shit show, and he just might make that his new mission if he couldn’t get what they needed.
“There are three in stock. Where? Why... where the hell are they?” He was whispering as he crouched to check underneath, and seeing nothing, he straightened and looked around for an employee.
It took a few more minutes before he tracked down a worker bearing the store’s famous coloring and swallowed his anxiety to question him.
“Hi, sorry to bother you, your website says these are in stock, but there are none. Do you have any?”
The man sighed heavily, glanced at Jake’s phone, and shook his head, “I don’t think so. If none are on the shelves, you’ll have to try online or at another store.”
Jake bit down on his disgruntled groan and asked the question he knew all retail workers despised, but he had to be sure. He couldn’t give up yet.
“Could you maybe check in the back? I hate to ask, but my girlfriend-”
The man’s face morphed into an expression of supreme understanding, “Ahh, sure, man. I’ll do it. Wait here.”
Jake clung to his fading hopes as the minutes ticked away and other shoppers moved around his still form. It couldn’t have been longer than five minutes, but it felt like an eternity to Jake before the employee strode for him empty-handed.
“Sorry, man. We haven’t got any in. We’ll get more soon and can email you once it’s here?” He offered, but Jake shook his head.
“No, we’ll pick something else. Thank you, though.”
That sinking sensation spiraled lower in his gut as he eyed the available units and chose the one most similar to what she wanted. Soon, the hour was up, and he returned to the agreed meeting spot. She wasn’t there. Of course, she wasn’t. His phone signal was better there, and the wifi worked, so he pulled up his tracker and waited for it to find her. She was on the opposite side of the gigantic building and was moving farther away as he cursed and hurried to chase her down. Half-dazed shoppers jumped out of his way as he vaulted down aisles, and the cart almost went sideways as he took every corner at a run. The rattling of the boxes and items against their metal chariot drowned out the beat of his heart as he rounded another corner and saw her. Her arms were full of assorted office supplies and décor, which she dumped in her overflowing cart that also contained a multitude of items they didn’t have on his list.
She spied him and grinned, waving him over, and he approached with an almost nervous air as she explained her thoughts.
“You have an office to fill, and I think these will work perfectly. I also saw some little work lamps, but I thought you’d like to choose that. Ooh! We should have lunch! Meatballs! I’m starving, and we haven’t eaten since this morning.”
He didn’t know where to start with that, and he knew no matter what he said, it wouldn’t sink in while she was surrounded by the sights and smells of everything she wanted.
“I have some snacks with me; we can eat those and just get everything done so we can leave.”
“But... meatballs, Jake! And cake, I can’t pronounce the cake’s name, but you have to try it! Do you want a tiny lamp? Or an even tinier fake cactus? They’re quite cute.”
“We can make meatballs at home...”
Her hands were on her hips as she pinned him with an unimpressed stare, “It’s. Not. The. Same.”
Sighing, his lips twitched with the urge to laugh at her adorable face, but he tamped it down as he replied, “We’re already behind schedule, and you wanted to get some of this built before everyone comes over tomorrow.”
She didn't respond but nodded as she turned and walked over to her cart. He was not distracted by the many pens, notepads, and stationery holders. No, he wasn’t. And he certainly didn’t toss a few packs in with his half of their shopping when she wasn’t looking. He wasn’t as sly as he thought, and her arched brow when she saw him covering the pens with a pillow told him she missed nothing when it came to him. As the checkout came into view, his chest loosened, and victory hovered at the edges of his mind as they were quickly rung up and charged a small fortune. He felt safe to internally celebrate making it out alive as they headed for the exit. But she uttered some words that delayed it instantly.
“I need the bathroom! I’ll meet you at the car.”
“I can wait for you here?” He offered.
“No, it’s fine. I know where you parked.”
Seeing no way to argue, and he was blocking the exit, he nodded and took control of her cart along with his. It was risky business navigating the busy parking lot, and he was sweating by the time he reached his. He opened the large trunk and methodically began to pack everything inside, using the backseats for everything that didn’t fit in the trunk. Silently, Jake swore he would never again darken the Swedish megastore’s doorstep. It would be a cold day in hell before he subjected himself to that place again. He was returning the empty carts to the store when his phone buzzed. He waited until his hands were free to check it and didn’t know whether to bemoan her tenacity or delight in it.
MC: I’ve got your meatballs and kladdkaka! Come get them before I finish mine and eat yours.
His traitorous stomach rumbled as he read, and the smile flirting with the corners of his mouth soon overtook his face. He couldn’t complain; they finished shopping and had nowhere else to be. She was only playing by his rules and twisting them to get him out of his rigidness. And he was hungry... pocketing his phone with an exasperated curse, Jake once more entered the hell of IKEA and set off to find the insistent woman who held his heart of glass in her steady hands. The food hall teemed with frazzled shoppers, overexcited kids, and elderly folks who eyed the mayhem with narrowed eyes. He scanned the bustling tables for a familiar head of hair and spotted her off in the back corner, dancing as she ate. As he rounded the table, he saw his own plate waiting for him and plopped into the hard chair across from her as she forked up the last piece of her cake and stuffed it in her mouth. He found it oddly endearing that she always ate her dessert first in places like this.
“You found me! That’s your reward.” She chuckled and pointed at the food on his side after she cleared her mouth with a sip of cold water.
“Mmhmm.” Was all he said as he tucked into his fast-cooling meal and caught her staring at his slice of cake.
He didn’t get the hype, but the meatballs were edible, and the mashed potatoes were silky smooth with no hidden horrible lumps, so he was happy to munch away. She did the same and kept dancing with every mouthful she took, though her eyes would stick to his dessert every now and again. They chatted between bites, and he wondered if she realized just how deep a hold she had on him, how far he’d go to see her smile like she was then. He didn’t think so and thought it was part of her charm. She could make a trip to the DMV an adventure, and he admired her warm, romantic view of the world despite his learned knowledge that it was often cold, hurtful, and dark. Her ability to make him feel the same way was a form of magic he’d never heard anyone discuss, but he thought it should be treasured more than the big things. The mundane made up the majority of their daily lives. It was a special kind of magic and person that could make even the dull seem extraordinary.
The freckles on her nose scrunched up as she caught him watching her, and he ducked his head to hide his grin as a blush sparked in her cheeks. He was content to observe her squirm and pretend she didn’t want to ask him for his slice. Pulling it towards him after he finished the bland meatballs, he used his fork to cut off a small piece. She was barely breathing and leaning closer, eyes locked on his hands. He popped it in his mouth, ignoring the rush of saliva as the flavor exploded on his tongue to push the rest of it over to her. Her eyes lit up, a coy smile on her pretty mouth as she tried to be considerate despite the feral nature of her love of all things sweet.
“Are you sure? We can split it?” She said even as she shoveled it into her mouth, and he couldn’t help but laugh at her when she looked confused at her now empty plate.
“I think it’s too late for that,” he joked before going on, “Do you want more? We can get more.”
She considered it, and he was getting ready to do it when she shook her head and said, “No, if we buy more, I’ll eat it all before we get home and feel sick all night. We should go before I forget that!”
He knew it was true and let her lead the way to the car, her swinging gaze catching on every table until they were on the way downstairs and approaching the double doors to freedom. They were soon back in the car, stomachs full and warmed through as he pulled out of his spot and followed the traffic to the main road. The journey home was short, filled with her singing along to whatever radio station she found and asking him questions he thought she might already know the answers to but just wanted to hear his voice. Still rusty from years of disuse, his answers sometimes meandered off the correct path, but she hung on his every word like he was revealing the secrets of the universe. And it never stopped. No matter where they were, if he spoke, she focused intently on him until he was done. It was oddly heartwarming and touching. He hoped he made her feel the same way whenever she was telling one of her stories that had a thousand offshoots and side quests. Their home soon came into view, and the last vestiges of stress fluttered away as he parked on their driveway.
The truth was, they didn’t need anything they bought today. But her only condition for him moving in was that they make it feel like his place, too, and it must look like he lived there. She wanted him to put his mark on their home so he knew he could always find safety there. He’d been happy to move in and use her things, used to having nothing, and everything he did have could fit inside a backpack. Material goods didn’t really matter to him, but it wasn’t the furniture she cared about. She wanted him to feel like he counted, and he needed to have a hand in how their home came together. His mind buzzed as they swiftly unloaded the car and carried everything inside. It didn’t take too long before they were seated on the couch with mugs of hot coffee as they studied the many boxes they’d have to assemble.
As soon as he’d downed the last of his drink, she slapped her hands to her thighs and declared, “I’ll build the coffee table if you can handle your desk! Then we’ll just build them one by one.”
Jake agreed, and they got down on the carpet to begin. She tore at the packaging, practically gnawing on it like a squirrel to get the tape off as he found a packing knife and unsealed it neatly. Her brute force approach worked well for building the furniture. He was still setting all his pieces out in order of use before he picked up the first piece of wood he had to join with another while she was battering in the last leg of the table. Music played quietly as they worked, and she lit some scented candles when night drew in, turning on the lights once it was too dark to see. His frustration mounted as the last piece refused to slide in, making a queer rattling noise when he tried to force it. She was halfway through a nightstand when she noticed and came over to see if she could help.
“You know, when it doesn’t fit right, I just… make it fit.”
Jake snorted, “I’ve tried that. It doesn’t want to catch the slider.”
“Want me to hit it?” She asked with a wicked grin.
“No, I think that’ll make it worse.”
“Okay, let me know! I have some rage I’d like to get out.” She said as she crawled back to her side.
He couldn’t help the silly chuckle that slipped free of his clenched teeth as the drawer finally gave into his pressuring shove, and his frustration bled away as it smoothly rolled open again at his urging.
“What rage do you have?” He wondered aloud as she slammed her fist down on the top of the nightstand to test its strength. She was more akin to a hissing kitten when mad. It was difficult to imagine her acting truly angry.
“Stupid things. Marge next door telling me not to feed the birds. Janet at work, who keeps forgetting what days I work, and the man in Starbucks who always misspells my name!”
He was grateful her grievances were so frivolous and hoped they always remained so. She should never know how it felt to be completely alone and lost in the world. Whatever life handed him, even the good parts were often accompanied by soul-destroying despair. Even now, he was the happiest he’d ever been, free of his self-made chains and financially secure. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop and often was paranoid that it hadn’t. He’d do everything in his power to ensure she never knew such darkness. If she ever lost that glint in her eye and the rose-colored glasses that made her world seem so gentle and lovely, he would never forgive himself. All he wanted was peace and happiness for her and for him. He knew life came with dips and often destruction, but he would feel complete if he could make this house their private little oasis from the world. The place they could retreat to and rebuild from the rubble whenever life’s hammer fist crushed them.
Long into the night, they playfully bickered and talked as they put together their new joint life and saved the rest for another day when their eyes turned gritty, and their yawns lasted longer than their conversation. Her soft hands were the sweetest medication as she ruffled his hair and suggested they got ready for bed. Side by side in the bathroom, they brushed their teeth and washed their faces, changing out of their clothes and putting on something lighter to sleep in. He knew his way around the house blind, and they didn’t turn on any lights as they entered their bedroom and crawled into bed. He curled around her body, his arm wrapping around her waist as she snuggled closer and hummed contentedly. Her soft breathing deepened, and he assumed she’d fallen asleep until her fatigue-roughened voice broke the silence.
“IKEA wasn’t so bad, was it?”
He huffed a laugh, kissing the crown of her head before answering, “It wasn’t too terrible. But will you promise me something?”
There was a smile in her voice as she said, “Sure, anything for you.”
“Next time, we order online, and I’ll make you an entire chocolate cake you can eat by yourself.”
There was a pause, a giggle, and finally, “Okay. Deal. I promise. I’ll even let you have a small sliver of cake.”
“Deal.” He said and closed his eyes on the long day, certain in knowing he had many more good days ahead of him.
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Thank you for reading! And if you reblog or comment, thank you for that too. It was a daft idea I had that wouldn’t leave me alone to write other things🤭 I hope you enjoyed it!
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Uhm...
Hello guys...
Still mad because of my last post...?
Okay okay, I'll admit that I may was a bit cruel.
BUT wait wait wait!! I will make up for it.
Infact, I will make up for it right now.
See-
I CAN do fluff-
I just hope that you like it. I woke up and chose to do some fluff scenes.
Barb has her strong troll husband that can carry her around when she wants to. (Or when she dosen't want to)
Barbara is overworked and Walter dosen't let that slide. She is on her way to the car and Walter carries her right back into the house to call the hospital for a day-off.
Then ofc a date night and they decide to go from makeout to more spicy activities and cuddle in sleep. And yes...Walter likes to be the "little" spoon.
And as you see...Barbara loves to steal Walters clothes. Tbh I would too-
Anyways...
Now, of course, closeups:
<3
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I saw this on TikTok.
This is so MSR. I feel like it feels more Mulder coded, but imagine this from Scully. Maybe he finds it in a journal one day or better yet, there is a card in one of his drawers and he takes it out, frowning as he doesn’t know why it’s there. They are still new and expressing how she feels is still hard for her, so she leaves him a note that means more than words ever could.
Or maybe after season 11. He goes downstairs and finds it by the coffee pot, Scully already back to work at the hospital. He smiles and shakes his head. Finding his phone, he takes a picture, adds it to a message to her, and writes Ditto. + 1,000. ❤️❤️
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Sweet Child Side Story Preview.
“Hmmmm.” Said Gilbert. “Hey, Willow? How is your – uh — friendship with Hunter advancing?”
Hunter nearly choked. He was going to have a panic attack right then and there, hiding on the other side of Willow's bed.
“Ohhhhhhh you know!” His girlfriend answered dismissively. “It is advancing at a steady and responsible pace!”
As the choking feeling continued, Hunter almost let out a loud cough. As a young scout he had been specially trained for stealth missions, and now he was on the verge of failing this very important one.
“Well,” Gilbert mused, “As long as it is ‘responsible’ advancement, you know that Papa and I are here to support you as you figure it out.”
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calypso, clemmy, and bluey!!!
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How Did You Know? A RaihanxLeon Fic
I wanted to write two ship fics involving Raihan having a bonding moment with the younger siblings of his boyfriends. One with Marnie and this one with Hop.
This fic has Leon planning to help Hammerlocke after the Eternatus battle, not wanting to nap, and Hop asking Raihan how he knew he loved Lee.
“So I was thinking the center piece should be a replica of Gigantamax Duraludon. It’d look sleek and modern while reflecting your biggest asset.”
Papers were sprawled on the ground like blankets after a nightmare. Sketches of outfits, decorations, and layouts were carefully drawn and meticulously thought out. Each piece matching a dragon theme with colors reflecting Raihan and his city.
Since the battle with Eternatus, Leon was trying to find a way to make it up to Raihan. The Pokémon damaged his gym and terrorized Hammerlocke. So, in order to help out, Leon decided to throw a charity banquet. Leon wanted to give the people of Galar hope after the Darkest Day was brought upon them. He also felt bad that he had inadvertently dragged Raihan into a situation caused by Rose’s impatience.
The proceeds would go to repairs for the gym and the adjacent buildings first and foremost. There would also be a fund set up for anyone needing relief. Anything left over, should they go over their goal, would go to the school and aid a research facility Sonia planned to set up.
Currently, Leon was trying to get the final touches in order. Inviting Raihan over for lunch, it gave them the perfect time to review everything. As for the mess, Leon assured he’d clean it up. Lest his mother throw a fit.
“What about Hop and Gloria?” Raihan inquired. “They should be a part of this as well considering they helped.”
“I’m way ahead of you.” Leon looked around, pulling out a concept sketch. “They’re invited, of course, and I’m going to be giving them a dedication during my speech. I was also thinking we could have the entrance set up to make guests feel like they’re walking into the battle. With Hop and Gloria fighting Eternatus alongside Zacian and Zamazenta.”
”Sounds like you have things figured out.” Raihan flashed a smile as he scanned Leon’s concept. “I think this will work out perfectly.”
“I hope so. I feel awful for how things turned out.”
“You shouldn’t.” Raihan shrugged. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I know, but I should have done more to stop Rose when I had the chance.”
There was a brief, silent pause as the statement set in. Leon let out a yawn, rubbing his eyes. He leaned against Raihan for a moment, zoning out as he watched the wall. Realizing ot was more than a yawn, and Leon actually having dark circles under his eyes, Raihan wrapped an arm around him.
“When was the last time you slept?”
“I don’t know…” Leon trailed off, “yesterday… maybe the day before.”
Flinching, Raihan glared at Leon. “Damn it, Leon. Why? You know you need sleep.”
Leon shook his head. “I can’t. Not until I get this done.”
“But you won’t be much help if you pass out.”
“I won’t. My will won’t let me until this is all set and ready to go.”
He staggered slightly as he stood up. Purple hair flopped as he looked around at the paperwork, twitching as he seemed to find what he was looking for. As Leon went to grab something, his wrist was grabbed and yanked back with the rest of Leon’s frame.
A stunned squeak escaped Leon as Raihan picked him up. Carrying him up the stairs, Raihan ignored Leon’s embarrassed demands to be put down. Once they got to Leon’s room, Raihan plopped Leon on the bed.
“Raihan!” Leon whined. “I need to get back to work.”
“No, what you need is sleep.”
Leon sat up, pouting. “I don’t wanna.”
“Too bad.”
Flicking Leon’s forehead, Raihan gently pushed Leon down. Raihan proceeded to crawl over Leon and flop next to him on the bed. Wrapping his arms around Leon, Raihan held him, preventing Leon from getting up.
Squirming around, Leon faced Raihan, annoyed and unamused. It’d be intimidating if Leon weren’t so cute. Raihan knocked bangs off of Leon’s face as he made sure he was comfortable.
“We can continue later.” Raihan promised kissing Leon’s forehead. “An hour nap is all I ask for. Or else you’ll lose hugging privileges for a week.”
Leon grumbled in defeat. He rolled around slightly, one leg sprawling over Raihan’s as he laid his head on Raihan’s chest. An arm draped over Raihan, as Leon finally found a comfortable position.
Two Hours Later
“Mom always said he was a cute sleeper.”
Feeling that things had gotten too quiet, Hop decided to check up on Leon. And when he found Leon sleeping, clinging to Raihan like a Grooky on a tree, he was both confused and amused.
Since he was awake, Raihan managed to sit up, miraculously not disturbing Leon in the process. And he enjoyed interacting with Hop. Plus, he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon, so he appreciated the company.
“She’s not wrong.” Raihan agreed, stroking Leon’s hair. “He looks like a giant, purple Wooloo.”
Hop chuckled, picturing the comparison. “I was going to say Yamper, but that’s a lot more accurate.”
“Especially like this.” Raihan snicked. “Arceus knows he needed the sleep.”
Leon let out a sigh, hugging Raihan tighter as he continued to sleep. As silence set in, Hop fidgeted, hands tensing and eyes flinched. He looked at Leon then Raihan then back to Leon.
“Can I ask you something?” Hop inquired.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“How did you know you loved Lee?”
Raihan tilted his head. It was a question he hadn’t thought Hop would ask. It had happened so naturally and gradually that Raihan hadn’t reflected on recently. He glanced at the ceiling.
“I think it was after Eternatus was released.” Raihan recalled. “I mean, I had feelings for him before that. Probably after our second or third Championship Cup match. And we did start dating after that. So I think that’s when I subconsciously knew.” He softly chuckled before turning grim. “Then he got hurt, and that’s when I realized just how deeply I loved him.”
He paused, remembering the scene. Charizard was almost feral as he stood over Leon. He was willijg to let Hop get close to Leon, but not Gloria. Presumably because she had caught Eternatus and Charizard didn’t want Eternatus near Leon. Captured or not.
It took a little crisis adverting to get Charizard to calm down, but Raihan managed. The starter had calmed long enough for Raihan to grab Leon. Despite not technically being a dragon type, Charizard seemed to cooperate with methods Raihan typically used on the dragons he raised.
In the end, Leon had fought his hardest and went down defended the kids. Which was in character for Leon. However, he did so at the cost of almost dying. And that’s what really made the encounter worse.
”I know I wasn't the only one concerned, or the only one who cares about him, but I felt like I almost lost a part of myself, ya know?” Raihan noted as his hand pet the back of Leon’s head. “I may have always known subconsciously, but that day set it in stone.”
Hopping off the chair, Hop approached the bedside with a soft smile. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing Leon fondly.
“It’s funny, I think we expected him to ended up with Sonia. Childhood friends and all.” He chuckled. “But in all honesty, he’s so happy with you and I would never change that.” Hop gave Raihan a wide smile. “Thank you for loving him.”
Raihan smirked. “And here I thought you were mad that I stole Leon from you.”
“Of course not. Lee’s got plenty of love to spare.” Hop chuckled. “I will warn you though, Wooloo are known to attack people on rare occasions. I once saw them trample a guy for threatening their farmer.”
Snickers echoed, amused by such a threat. Knowing Hop, he would find away to follow through with it. Keeping a smile, Raihan let out a slow, relieved sigh.
“I needed to hear that.” Raihan stated. “I was so worried that I’d mess up and lose Leon and I needed the reminder that we’re not alone. Thank you, Hop.”
Snickering, Leon shifted around so he could see Raihan. Purple hair blanketed over Leon’s back as he gazed at Raihan with a soft, amused grin.
“Aw, you got the Hop seal of approval.” He kissed Raihan’s cheek. “He’s deeply invested when it comes to my happiness.”
“That he is. Not that I can blame him. You’re very easy to worry about.” Raihan’s arm slithered down, wrapping around Leon’s waist. “As for you, my scruffy oversized Wooloo, you aren’t getting out of sleeping.”
Leon whined. “But..”
Hop lightly smacked Leon’s head. “Lee, if you don’t sleep, ma will have your head.”
Pouting, Leon glared at Hop. “Not you too.”
“Please.” Grabbing a nearby throw blanket, Hop covered Leon. “If you sleep a little longer, at least until supper, I’ll make sure ma makes those lemon scones you like.”
Plopping his head on Raihan, Leon whined. Getting ganged up on wasn’t fun, even if it was in good faith. However, the offer of one of his favorite sweets was tempting. Eyelids sagged, closing as Leon nodded in defeat. The last thing he saw was Hop smiling as Raihan’s voice echoed in his ears.
“Sleep well, sweet prince.”
#au#fanfic#fanfiction#ship fic#kibana#pokemon#pokémon#leon#raileon#raihan#raihan x leon#truerivalshipping#hop#hop pokemon#fluff and love#fluff#sleep deprivation
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Meanwhile, in a happier timeline...
#viserys targaryen#alicent hightower#house of the dragon#hotd#rhaenyra targaryen#harwin strong#viserys x alicent#harwin x rhaenyra#helaena targaryen#balerion the eight-legged dread#targ fluff#this one's for you gramps#because waaaaahh#why does everything have to be so tragic all the time?#fire and blood#nah#let's do#fluff and love#fanfic#fix it#XOXO
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itoshi sae 🤍
SAE OH DEAR LORD I"M SMILING SO WIDE. alright i need to get it together.
itoshi sae and first white day from v-day event.
Sae never thought he would receive gifts from you and that too on valentines day. Although he appreciates your sentiment but what actually made him buy a gift for you for white day was your straight forward behavior. At first he thought, you are just blunt.
But here he is, with a runny nose and the muffler wrapped around his neck that you gifted him, his hands inside the pocket of his jacket as he exhales strongly before pressing the doorbell. He is so embarrassed about the fact that he is here. in front of your house in this weather. It is nearing to midnight. He plays with the snow that settled outside your home still thinking if he can take a U-turn, thinks if he is allowed to do so . . .
The doorknob clicks. He looks up and sees you in your night dress and some homely warm clothes. "How long have you been standing here? oh dear god. why? is the doorbell not working? why didn't you call me or a text . . .? my phone was with me . . ."
He thinks you're gonna wake the whole colony up with that melodious voice of yours. Five minutes still left to struck 12 and make it 14th March. The reason he is here. He takes his left hand out of his pocket and presses it on his lips. Its silent now. pin-drop silence. you're not talking anymore suddenly being aware of your childlike demeanor.
Okay, now what? he thinks.
"wh-whe-he clears his throat "where are you going at this hour?", he asks as loud as he could get but his voice just won't turn up. Gosh! he has never been so nervous; he has played tons of matches but this? this is tearing at the seams of his heart.
"Sae.", you whisper. "you're hiding something. what is it? tell me. now." and you point towards his right hand that is till inside the pocket.
"It's nothing."
"nothing. . .?", you sounded sad, disappointed and his heart suddenly sinks at the pit of his stomach to see you like that, hurt.
He shakes his head and tries to avert every little eye contact because he thinks, he feels you are gonna see the color of his soul, so in love and so . . . nervous.
"ah- gift. gift. It's a gift." and he feels a little light headed but better when you flash him a toothy grin while wriggling one of your eyebrows. This. This is why he is here. This is what he likes about you, the act of being invested in something without expecting something back. You did not ask the obvious. Perhaps because you harbored a little vulnerability at some corner of your heart, what if . . . what if its not you.
Guess you are not that blunt like he thought he would be. you keep him calm, at bay.
"here.", he extends his right hand that held a small box gift wrapped so neatly. You glance at him but he is not looking. And when you open it, your voice turns up again, " but its so costly." It actually is costly, compared to what you have gifted him a month ago. It's a pendant.
"y/n-ugh-", he exhales into his muffler. "i'm actually freezing right now. can i come inside?" You nodded. He is just not in state of registering anything other than your presence, your voice, your touch. . . . you. While he walked into your house, you walked into his life, his four chambers of his heart.
notes- pls look away. very much embarrassed that it got so long. ughhhhh! why? why he does this to me? wc-0.5 oh shit.
@tokyometronetwork
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I enjoy every single second with you
pairing: hyunjin x female reader
word count: idk
You both laying on bed in your shared apartment. Your head is resting on Hyunjins chest.
Hyunjin takes your chin in his hand, slowly pulling it up to him so he can kiss you.
„I love you.“ he kisses you again and again. The kisses going deeper and more passionate.
You whimper against his lips, trying to stop him.
He reaches for your t-shirt, slowly pulling it up.
“Babe, I-“ he kisses you again.
He moves to your bra.
You finally stop him. Softly pushing his chest away from you.
“Babe, I really want to but I’m on my period..” you say, getting red like a tomato.
“Oh. Uhm…” he pauses for a second.
“Yeah, okay. Wait a second my angel.”
He stands up from the bed and goes out of the room. After some minutes, he finally comes back.
You look up at him, to see that he has chocolate and some gummy bears in his hands.
“I don’t know what you wanted so I took both..” he blushes. Giving you the snacks.
“Oh wait! You want something salty?” He stops.
“Babe, its fine. I just wanna cuddle with you.” You make grabby hands at him.
“Oh. Yeah of course!” He crawls back on the bed.
He takes the blanket and put it over you both.
“Here my love.”
He takes your waist and softly pushes you more to him. He put one hand on your lower tummy, drawing circles on it. He kisses your forehead.
“I love you my princess.” He says.
You snuggle more onto him, feeling his tent.
“Baby..I hope you’re not mad at me because-“
He stops you by putting his hand over your mouth. Slowly pulling it away.
“My love. It’s fine. Don’t worry.” He pauses to give you a kiss on your nose.
“We can cuddle for the whole day. Even for the whole weekend if you want. I just wanna make sure that your feeling comfortable.” He smiles, kissing your lips this time.
“Just tell me if you need something. I’ll be right there. Anything for my little princess.” He kisses you again on your lips, deeper this time. Slowly pulling away.
“I love you Hyunjin. Thank you for not being mad at me..” you snuggle into his chest.
“How could I be mad at my little girl?” He pecks your head, stroking your hair.
“I love you more.” He continues.
He pushes you more into him. Resting his head on yours.
“Now let’s get some sleep my angel.” He reaches out for the lamp on the desk to make it out.
It’s dark. Normally you would’ve been scared but your laying in his arms and feel saver then ever.
Your slowly drifting away into sleepy land…
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Violence
Jake ruminates on his love…
She came into his life with the force of a raging hurricane. A maelstrom of emotion and desire that he’d long refused to allow himself to feel. She was a storm restrained within a human skin, sent to disrupt his carefully crafted life.
There had been no way to refuse her, not that he wanted to. Her violent way of flirting had sealed it.
Being lured by her flashlight Morse Code and held at knifepoint was the most memorable way he’d ever been wooed.
The silver blade had rested against his throat, the small hand holding it unwavering and fearless, and he’d been gone from the moment she said;
“If you value that pretty neck, Jake, I’d stand very still and drop your hands.”
The urge to laugh and throttle her had struck him like a bolt of scarlet lightning.
She wanted him and hunted him down to have him. Shameless, utterly distracting, and so impatiently impulsive, he never knew what to expect next. A glitch in his system he’d been wholly unprepared to encounter.
He’d never felt as alive as he did under the power of her venom eyes that night.
It was as though his heart had shrivelled and died without him noticing. Years of neglect and abuse had rendered it nothing more than a muscle that pumped blood through his veins.
The tiny flame of hope he’d carried in the early days of his exile had guttered long before she appeared.
She was a shot of pure adrenaline that brought him back to life. She gave him a reason to stop running, teaching him how to live and fight for himself.
If she hadn’t decided he deserved better than what he had, he didn’t know where he’d be.
He’d resigned himself to a life of hollow, aching nothingness. Just him and the mocking echo of his racing steps as he sought a new hiding spot.
Never laying down roots, cutting any growth out before it could bloom, and dousing the surrounding earth with salt to ensure he’d remain alone.
It had worked until she dropped into his life like a boulder launched into a still lake. The ripples she’d caused still flowed through him.
Life had been cold before her. Petrified in time and tragic happenstance.
Grief, regret, and spite held him captive for so long, he had been afraid to see who he could be without it grinding him down.
All his would’ve, could’ve, should’ve’s weighed him down. Demons on his back.
Their poison tipped claws had sunk in deep, etching their unspeakable names into his bones, and filling his blood with their lethal dose.
Manon had seen all that, the enshrouding devouring darkness, the glacial waters surrounding him, and laughed in the face of his demons until they ran away screaming.
He once believed he deserved nothing more than the shallow, unmarked grave his pursuers had prepared for him.
Now, those who once hunted him filled that grave.
He thrived while they decayed.
And with her, his world was warm. Scalding in the best times.
They preferred spending time together wearing nothing but skin, accessorized with gooseflesh and sweat, his teeth marks, and the violets his fingers planted on her inner thighs whenever he crawled between them.
She was a fire, an untamed blaze in the dark that kept his brittle heart cozy and safe.
He was her peace and patience after her life of war, death, and self-appointed blame.
She was his, and he was hers.
Everything else was just static on the screen.
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I shared my MC's thoughts on Jake the other day, but I wrote them for both. It helps me get in their heads to write their stories. In this case, I had to write vows for them, and these helped me get into a romantic mindset. I wanted to share his side, too❤️
Silence - My MC’s thoughts on Jake.
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⇢ three kings by freydís moon
meet the mains:
☾ ETHAN: feisty little witch | local lighthouse keeper | grumpy trans family man | sweater gay | sensitive and loving
☾ NICO: grumpy selkie | hot but mean | single lonely bad boy | adventurous and bold | leather jacket bisexual
☾ PETER: softhearted captain | golden retriever husband | patient and tender | rescues hurt animals
• coastal cottagecore • mmm romance • miyazaki inspired • christmas backdrop • witchcraft & sex pollen • slice-of-life • transmasc pregnancy trope • one-sitting read •
Ethan Shaw—lighthouse keeper and local witch—lives a charmed life in his chilly, coastal hometown. Blessed with a flourishing garden and a stable livelihood, Ethan can’t complain. But when his husband, Captain Peter Vásquez, brings home a wounded leopard seal after an impromptu storm, Ethan is faced with a curious situation: caring for a lost selkie named Nico Locke.
As Ethan struggles with the possibility of being infertile, insecurities surrounding his marriage, and a newly formed magical bond with a hostile, handsome selkie, his comfortable life begins to fracture. But could breakage lead to something better?
With autumn at their heels and winter on the horizon, Ethan, Peter, and Nico test the boundaries of a new relationship, shared intimacy, and the chance at a future together.
buy the book
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Have two chapters of AWY, documenting parts one and two of Solstice Day, which my blorbos have decided is a very important day for smut, fluff, and family drama.
#silmarillion#maedhros#fingon#russingon#fanfic#silm au#modern au#sons of fëanor#nstf#fluff and love#smut#somehow still pining#fur children#nerdanel#celegorm#curufin#amrod and amras#aredhel#fingolfin#anaire#turgon#elenwe#argon
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"I never thought a smile could bring me so much joy."
After a lifetime of loss, the greatest weapon is forged in the hottest fire - love. For a handful of moments, they found it...and nothing could cast them asunder.
(on that forsaken beach, love grows. As even in the most barren of ground, life takes root.)
#final fantasy xvi#final fantasy 16#clive rosfield#jill warrick#the beach scene#fanfic#theladyfrost#fanfiction#smut and feels#fluff and love
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