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poly fluff alphabet ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱
a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what?
b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone?
c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them?
d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or are is it a group affair?
e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends’ events?
f = fights; are arguments something that happen often? what are they over, and how are they resolved?
g = getting together; how did it all come about? were there any pre-existing relationships between them?
h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include the rest of their partners in them?
i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after?
j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humour? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else?
k = knowing; who can read their partners like a book? is there anyone who’s got their walls up, even around their partners?
l = lavish; is there anyone who really likes to treat their partners/show them off? how do the rest tend to react - who revels in it, and who’s made shy by it?
m = memories - is anyone more on the sentimental side?
n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re all together?
o = open; how open is everyone with one another?
p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as?
q = quiet; who prefers to spend their time with their partners out and about, and who likes to spend it at home?
r = romantic; is anyone a bit of a sap for their partners?
s = sharing; is there anyone who’s particularly territorial of their partners?
t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s?
u = urge; who’s the most impulsive? who do they loop into their plans, and who entertains their antics?
v = vacations; how do holidays go? are they big exotic trips, or the occasional staycation?
w = worthy; how are insecurities handled? is anyone more self-conscious than the others?
x = xoxo; who checks up on their partners a lot when they’re apart? do they call, or are texts enough to make them feel close?
y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)?
z = zealous; who was especially eager in their pursuit of the relationship? was anyone more reserved in their want for it?
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jujywrites · 2 months
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Hidden in Plain Sight (FFC day 2)
February Ficlet Challenge, Day 2! I chose the prompt "pretend not to be dating". I was a bit stumped given I'd written for fake dating on the last prompt, but then my crackship of Victor/Yuri K./Yuko showed up to rescue me~ since the minimum word count is 200, though, many of these will be quite short... so i can keep up XD
Set some time after my fic winter covers everything.
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Yuko understood the need to keep her relationship with Yuri and Victor secret. She wanted it that way herself for a long time; here was something only they could have, for no one else to even perceive.
She knew, too, how vicious the press could be. Hiding their relationship protected all of them, especially her, much as she loathed to admit it. Would there ever be a time when women and feminine people stopped being vilified for endless sins in the media?
Things Yuko, and by extension Yuri, learned the hard way: that she and Yuri couldn’t hold hands in public, and that Victor and she anywhere near each other might as well be radioactive. Luckily, Victor’s long history of dealing with the media as well as fast news cycles meant that media interest died down quicker than a campfire in rain after those first mistakes.
Strangely enough, the three of them together evaded the same scrutiny. Yuri was the most worried about the three of them out and about, but Victor insisted they should live their lives and have actual dates. Of course neither Yuri nor she could deny him.
The first few headlines resulting from a trip to a movie theater had Victor laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes. Victor's smiles and even chuckles were heartstopping on any day, so to see him this full of mirth-- well, Yuko couldn't help clinging to him just a bit, covering his face with kiss when Yuri had had his turn.
Victor's delight was a shield against the worry that wanted to coil in her stomach. And yet that worry didn't stop Yuko from wanting-- wanting to keep concealing their relationship from those that didn't deserve to know on one hand, and on the other, wanting to stand defiantly in front of a sea of reporters and shout on what they were to one another.
"I know, darling," Victor said when she vented about this to them both, not for the first time (for either of them). "I hope we will be able to show our true selves someday soon."
"I don't think..." She struggled, the thought uncomfortable. "You don't mean any less to me-- what we have doesn't mean any less just because we can't be out in the world..."
"It's like cake with extra icing," Yuri said, his smile pure. "Nice to have if we can, but without it's... still nice!"
Yuko laughed, giving him a hug. Of course Yuri knew how to translate what she was trying to say.
Even when, or if, they were able to fully be themselves out in the world, there would still be things that only belonged to them, untouchable by anyone else.
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jujywrites · 2 months
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Rank Your Polycule Game
Rank the whole polycule (real or blorbos) on the scales below. No ties! Up to you if this is an ask game or just a way to start fights at the polycule boardgame night 😈
Best to worst at Mario Kart
Needs alone time to will text "🥺are you coming back soon?" if let alone for 10 consecutive minutes
Least siblings to most siblings
Class clown 🤡 to teacher's pet
Most extroverted to most introverted
Shortest to tallest
Best memory to forgets their phone is in their hand while they're holding it
Youngest👶 to oldest🧓
Hillbilly to city slicker
Hectic vibrant inner life to monk-like tranquility inside their mind
Most modest to sluttiest
"Jack of all trades" to "master of one"
Most to least outdoorsy
Color codes and schedules everything to most impulsive
Passionate to logical 🖖
Swears like a sailor to doesn't even cuss when they stub their toe
Least to most superstitious 🐈‍⬛
Twink/femme to butch/bear
Best teacher to "It'll be easier if I just did it for you"
Subsists off salad to biggest sweet tooth
Down for anything to sticks to tradition
Edgelord to ray of sunshine
Most fashionable to keeps it comfy
Jock to Nerd
Minimalist to hoarder
Feel free to add on!
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jujywrites · 2 months
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jujywrites · 2 months
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Choosing Among Truths (FFC, Day 1)
(the prompt: fake dating)
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Being in a band was a lot to handle without adding the extra layer of playing up to the press. At least, that’s what Neil thought when they first started out, and he’s pretty sure Rob and maybe even Eva would’ve agreed with him. (Roxie took to it like a duck to water, and everyone seemed to gravitate toward her.
Eventually they recognized her burnout signs and realized their assumptions weren’t totally accurate.)
But now? When they have a moderate level of fame and an income source that's relatively stable? Now it's fun to screw with the media.
It started simply enough. Neil got a kick out of the Ho Yay fans thought existed between him and Rob; annoying the man is just a bonus.
He and Eva are literally dating and somehow stay under the radar, so leaning into the "will they won't they" stage flirting is way too easy to pass up.
Roxie... well. Her energy is damn nice to have around and to be the recipient of (but Neil will kill anyone outside of the band crew for knowing this). They're both guitarists so teaming up in charged ways is second nature.
Roxie and Rob? It's not they're fault their fans are trash for height differences.
Eva and Roxie seem to... just fit together. Neil can't explain it otherwise. Eva's penchant for leaning against Roxie while she's singing, or moving to Roxie's solos right near her, is more fuel for the fans.
And of course, Rob and Eva had to start stage flirting too. For maximum press confusion, obviously.
Except that confusion filtered down to the four of them at some point and now, as far as Neil can tell, they're in a perpetual "what are we" square, arrows pointing every which way. But Neil's not gonna be the first to talk about it; he's having fun, and he damn well knows his bandmates enough to know he's not the only one. The elephant (if there even is one) is still a baby, hardly anything to talk over yet.
Until...
"We're all dating each other," Roxie says during a particularly inane interview. "Bandmates and lifemates!"
She adds that irrepressible giggle which indicates to the rest of them, ninety-nine percent of the time, that she isn't serious. But Neil, Eva next to him and Rob on the other side, is thrown into react/fuel the flames mode, so he can't figure it out in the moment.
He'll just conjure up some elephant-proof locks.
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jujywrites · 2 months
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15 Secret Relationship Prompts
"I wish we didn't have to hide."
"You're dating, aren't you?"
"They tried to set me up with someone else."
"I want to show you off."
"Quick, hide in the closet!"
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"I don't think I can do this anymore."
"I think they're onto us."
"You weren't supposed to see that."
"You just posted me onto your Instagram story."
"I'm sorry it has to be like this."
"I'm ready to tell them."
"You two are so obvious."
"Stop looking me like that or everyone is going to find out about us."
"Why does it have to be a secret?"
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jujywrites · 2 months
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Smutty One-Liners Part VI
"Feel this? It's just for you."
"Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."
"I want to taste you so badly."
"Make me beg for it."
"Oh I can do this all night long."
"You surprise me every day."
"Let's find out how much you want it."
"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer."
"Come on, please, do it."
"Oh, you like that?"
"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?"
"Well, let's see what happens tonight."
"Can you kiss it better?"
"Oh, you're hard to please."
"I had a very nice dream that started like this."
"You are so amazing, please never stop."
"Can you be good for me?"
"It's so hot when you talk like that."
"Stop teasing me and do it!"
"You're still holding back, just let go."
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V
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jujywrites · 2 months
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the sweet, early morning things ☀️
prompt list by @novelbear
"good morning, love."
sleepy, playful smiles as they both take in eachothers messy morning appearance
"you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said."
snuggling into the others neck to shield their eyes from the sunlight
gently brushing hair out of their face
peppering small kisses all over their face to wake them
"your morning voice is so hot." [laughs] "what?"
waking up a little earlier than usual, meaning they get the luxury of snuggling further into their blankets and lover to go back to sleep.
kisses, even while still half-asleep
"are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry."
accidentally falling back asleep, too entangled and comfortable in one another's warmth.
"i'll go make us coffee." "sounds good."
"i made breakfast." "i love you."
caressing the other's cheek softly, hoping to wake them up that way
"waking up next to you is my favorite thing."
sitting in a comfortable silence, arms wrapped around eachother, trying to wake up.
gently fixing their hair once they finally sit up
taking ten minutes to stop snuggling while laying down, then spend another ten cuddling whilst sitting up.
playfully shying away from them because of their "morning breath"
noticing the indented marks left on their face from the pillow or however they were laying
^ "did you sleep well?" "mhm.." [tracing the mark with their hand] "i can tell."
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jujywrites · 6 months
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not writing, not not writing, but a secret third thing
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jujywrites · 7 months
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Victory Lap
another drabble for a dusty ongoing collection! Work Hard and Be Good Chapter 2. Sigsquare OT4 with Winterwatts focus.
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It happens quickly and slowly at the same time. Roxie's heart is a rabbit in the underbrush, legs carrying her fast enough to fly; she's in the perfect position when her teammate passes her the ball, if not the perfect distance—barely past midfield on the opponent's side.
So is the goalie, but Roxie knows her weaknesses.
Her foot connects to the ball in slow motion. Her breath is magnified in her head. Slow as molasses the ball lifts up, up, up into a curving glide. The goalie will have to jump, diagonally and with enough height.
It's forever, watching the goalie prepare her save. Her fingers barely brush the ball's underside.
The back right corner of the goal billows out with the force of a sonic boom, and time returns to normal.
Extra time, 1-1. Now 2-1.
Roxie can only feel her yell, drowned out as it is by the roar of the crowd and her teammates (where is Eva?) converging with their own screams around her. They carry her, or she wills them to, to the edge of the pitch. She can see Rob and Neil, bedecked in university colors, running toward her when Eva barrels into her, broken free from the rest of the team.
She's right here. You did it, she's mouthing, probably saying aloud if only Roxie could hear her.
"I did it! We did it!!" she screams, and then Eva's kissing her. She kisses back, in front of everyone, because what the hell else will she do? Spontaneously combust from love?
Her team has settled slightly, still cheering and high but somehow distant. Or maybe that's Roxie's brain, narrowed down to her three favorite people celebrating her accomplishment. She turns in Eva's arms to cling briefly to Rob's bear hug, and then Neil inadvertently separates them by knocking into her with as much force as Eva did.
"Roxanne Luna Winters," he hollers, "striker extraordinaire!"
"Hey," she retorts, flicking him on the forehead, "that's Roxie 'badass motherfucker' Winters to you!!!"
He's grinning so widely, dimples on full display. Neil only cares about soccer because of Roxie and Eva's team, but he does care. And here he is overjoyed like the rest of them, smiling hard enough she can picture his eyes behind his glasses—
And it's that thought that has her kissing him before she can even think about it. Her heart starts racing again but she can't stop, and he doesn't stop her.
When she does stop, she starts laughing. She can see Neil's now-uncertain smile as she tries to contain her hysterics, but she really does think she'll go up in flames if—
Neil catches her chin with one hand and her shoulder with the other, and kisses her again.
The flames cool because she pours them into him, senses Eva close behind her and Rob, always beside her, further containing the blaze.
When they pull away this time, Neil doesn't let her go, forehead to hers. "Did I just make you the gossip lightning rod?" He actually sounds a smidgen regretful.
"Let them talk. I don't care," Roxie says, Rob's hand at her other shoulder bolstering her determination. "And if I start caring I bet I can kick all their asses anyway."
"Heh. I don't doubt that."
"Well, it's about time."
Roxie flushes at Eva's voice, so close to her. She turns to look and sees a smile so soft she can't keep looking. "Yeah." She smiles, shyly, feeling small in the best way. "Yeah, I guess it was."
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jujywrites · 10 months
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jealous kiss + victorian au
it's finally fucking DONE ohmy dfghfgjghj *collapses*
Prompt from this here list. HBD bestie~
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Spite
Whistling carelessly, Neil nods to Rob in the hallway as he passes by, then goes into their shared room. He sits down at his desk, retrieves a pen and paper, the whistling shifting to a hum.
Behind him, the door slams shut.
Oh, yes. Rob wanted to talk to him about something. Neil turns to sit on his chair backwards and says, "You seem a little testy."
Rob stands near the doorway, arms crossed, face impassive. "Would you care to explain who the hell you think you are?"
Funny how a cold voice makes someone seem (even) bigger. If Neil were a lesser person, he'd be intimidated. As it is, he just gets up and crosses his arms too. "I dunno, Bob. I wouldn't want to knock down your predetermined idea of who I am."
"For god's sake, drop your insufferable know-it-all attitude for one goddamn second." Rob, glaring now, steps forward— well, stomps, actually. "What are you doing with Eva and Roxanne?!"
Neil's genuinely confused. "What am I—" What is Rob talking about? Maybe... "Our free time overlapped today, so we took a walk together. That's not a crime now, is it? Roxie and Eva are birds of a feather nowadays, or haven't you noticed?"
"It's not simply today! Roxie has this look when she speaks to me about you, has for a week now. You're sweet on Eva all the damn time— don't start with me," Rob says when Neil tries to get a word in, "you two aren't nearly as subtle as you think you are— but then you send Roxie, I mean Roxanne, flowers? What the devil are you trying to pull, Watts?"
"Oh," Neil says. Then a smug slow grin as he realizes. "Oh. You aren't on your usual holier-than-thou tear. You're legitimately angry at me about this. Well," he scoffs and shrugs, arms raised, "it's not my fault you aren't clever enough to understand the intricacies of our relationship. Ironic, given you've been observing all three of us for as long as you have. Some might call that creepy."
He would have continued to pontificate except, in a viper-quick movement, Rob swoops forward and gets him pinned to the wall, arm barring his escape. Neil is abruptly and fully winded, a wheeze scraping from his throat.
"I'm not clever?" Staring Neil down point blank, Rob's fury is obvious. "Anyone with eyes can see you're leading them both on. You'll get your ego boost and then leave broken hearts in your wake."
Neil has a reply to that, but with Rob's arm pressing against his throat, he can't get words out. It's not like that.
"And when that happens, you... we'll all..." Rob shakes his head and holds Neil's gaze again. "You know as well as I do how often all our paths cross, so don't make me out to be some kind of stalker," Rob growls, pressing harder. "You little weasel."
Lava surges through Neil's veins. He blinks and he's on the floor, on top of Robert, sending blocked and unblocked punches to his face. "Son of a bitch. Say that to me again!!"
(Eva and Roxanne care for him, and each other, and he cares for them, how could Rob possibly think—)
How they got here flashes through Neil's mind in milliseconds during the euphoria of a landed hit, during the shock of Rob surging up and tackling him to the floor:
Hurt became anger became painful fury; he broke free of Rob's hold in a rush of strength and flatout bull-rushed him, Rob's surprise turning him into an easily moved object.
Hello, unstoppable force. Neil just stares, breathing hard. Anger is cooling into something else, something he can't name and isn't sure he wants.
Robert seems just as conflicted. There's nothing to read on his face and the fire in his eyes has dimmed, yet Neil feels the turmoil, can almost touch it like a length of rope between them.
But that isn't what he's touching. His hands are against Rob's shoulders with no tension to push him away, only resting. He feels vulnerable in a bottomless way. Only speaking can pull him back from the unnameable brink.
His words, his trusty weapons, have deserted him.
Rob leans closer, and Neil falls into the gap he closes between their lips.
He's both drowning and overwhelmed by oxygen, and he groans, hands twisting into Rob's jacket, his mouth opening to Rob's tongue.
This isn't supposed to happen. It's supposed to be wrong. But Neil's always been selective about rules.
That's his last coherent thought before movement and touch overtake him. Firstly, he can breathe again. "Oh, god—!"
Because Rob broke the kiss to put one hand on Neil's chest and the other down his pants, into his underwear.
A panting laugh escapes him. Had Rob thought he'd be stopped? His own erection is obvious and Neil has a feral need to return the favor, but he can't seem to move anything besides his hips against Rob's hand. "Ah, ah...!" One hand reaches out blindly and he groans, half in frustration, still unable to speak. He's so close already it's embarrassing. Rob's hand is hot and gentle and he needs to touch Rob back—
"It was going to be Roxie. I always thought that." Rob speaks so quietly that maybe it's to himself, even though he's looking at Neil with a different fire in his eyes now. "For so long, I've wanted... but then..." He sits back, kneels up, hands moving to his slacks.
Neil sits up almost fast enough to get dizzy, hands joining Rob's to pull his pants and boxes down. He reaches for Rob's dick, grasping, squeezing, and his own throbs when Rob shudders and grunts.
"Neil. You're just— you're so..."
He's pure instinct, and need. And what he needs, apparently, is for Rob to push him to the floor again and ruck up his shirt, because he doesn't fight back. What he needs is to get his own pants out of the way, and somehow he manages it in between touching Rob. Rob's hand settles below his clumsily stroking one, and his body presses against Neil's.
Then his hand gets around Neil's dick too, and it presses against Rob's.
The motion is too much. Neil gasps out a string of curses that alone would be plenty to get him the switch for the umpteenth time. "Oh, god, oh my god...!"
Someone's being pretty loud. Neil realizes it's him when Rob kisses him hard again, tongue searching.
He moans with abandon into Rob's mouth, feverishly rocking up against Rob's hand and dick and his own hand, over and over. Please, please, fuck—
His climax is so strong he might have screamed if not for his mouth against Rob's. He hears Rob gasping, a shivering moan, feels sticky warmth over his skin. He bucks repeatedly, maybe whimpering. He's never felt this good.
Then all at once the aftershocks shake him and Rob's mouth parts from his and Neil inhales like he half-drowned. But Rob stays over him, against him. Neil's free hand is gripping his shoulder so hard it takes several seconds for his fingers to loosen. For some reason, he doesn't move his hand.
They breathe together. Neil wonders why he doesn't want to leave his body.
"Ah, damn," Rob mutters presently. He sits up, dislodging Neil's hand, then stumbles to his feet and moves to his bedstand, whipping out a handkerchief from the drawer with one hand and attempting to pull his pants back on with the other.
Neil watches him move away and back to him. He's too soft, cleaning him and Neil up. "Guess you'll have to burn that," Neil says, putting the snark into his voice since he's too tired to smirk.
Rob grunts. He folds the used hankie into itself, then gets a clean one from the drawer, wraps it around the folded one, and stuffs the ball into the laundry bag in the corner.
Speaking is the key that allows Neil to move, too: getting off the floor, straightening his clothes. He straightens Rob's shirt while he's at it, distantly marveling at the lack of internal screaming; Rob gapes, mouth hanging.
He leans down fast to kiss him, but somehow Neil's prepared this time and meets him. No tongue, yet this kiss burns hotter than the others.
When it ends, Rob says, with absolutely no bite, "You're infuriating." Then he turns and walks for the door.
Something possess Neil to ask where he's going.
Rob looks back at him, hand on the doorknob. "I'm taking a walk."
Neil's left staring at the closed door, the image of Rob's back imprinted on him.
After a moment, he turns for his desk. He picks up the pen and paper from the floor and puts them back. He sits down, pulling the chair in, and takes hold of the pen.
In the end, he rests his head in his arms and staring at the wall, a hundred half-finished thoughts vying for attention.
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ETA: additions to this post (and fic recs!) are in this tag!
YOU KNOW WHAT THE BEST THING EVER IS? IT’S SOULMATE AUS LIKE GOD DAMN I HAVE SEEN SO MANY ON FFN/LJ/AO3/TUMBLR OVER THE YEARS LIKE:
the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate(s) (so you don’t know them until you see them), and it goes away when they die
the one where you don’t know your soulmate(s) until you touch them
the one where you don'y know your soulmate(s) until you hear them speak, or hear them speak a certain word; your name, for example
the one where you get the name of the person in their handwriting on your body somewhere at a certain age
the one where the first thing they say to you appears instead
the one where you get each others’ fingerprints
the one where you get matching marks/symbols/tattoos
the one where your marks or words that change depending on what’s going on with your soulmate(s)
the one with the clock that counts down the time until you meet your soulmate(s) (multiple clock for multiple soulmates? one click until you meet them both? unexpected third soulmate showing up after the clocks drop?)
the one where when you sleep you dream of whatever they’re experiencing from their point of view until you find them, or AFTER you find them
the one where you can straight up talk to them in dreams until/after you find them
the one where you form a telepathic/empathetic link until/after you find them
the one where you share extreme physical sensation until/after you find them; if one of you hurts the other one hurts, if one of you is getting lucky the other one gets a little hot and bothered
the one where the closer you are to them the more aware of them you become, and you find them playing a hot/cold game; for instance, colors get brighter and brighter the closer you are and fade into gray when they’re too far away
the one where once you turn a certain age/one night a year you swap bodies with them for one night and you have a limited amount of time to leave/collect clues to their identity
the one where being next to your soulmate(s) can heal you from things people don’t normally heal from
the one where only your soulmate(s) can kill you (maybe you can still be killed by age/disease, maybe not, maybe you become vulnerable only after you lose your soulmate(s))
the one where reincarnation is also a thing and meeting your soulmate(s) either unlocks or erases memories or your past lives until the next one
the one where in universes with magic meeting your soulmate(s) activates your powers/unlocks more powerful magic
SOULMATE AUS WITH COMPLICATIONS:
blind characters who can’t see if the world’s in color or black and white
characters like x-men’s rogue who literally can’t touch people; characters who have been through trauma who don’t want to touch people
hard of hearing characters like clint barton who can’t hear their soulmate speak without hearing aids/at all or on the flipside characters who can’t speak; maybe it still works in sign language, or maybe it doesn’t
people who can’t read/can’t read the language the words on their body are in
characters like bucky barnes who’ve lost hands and/or had their fingerprints removed
soulmate clocks that time out in the middle of the crowd; there’s an entire craigslist category for finding who else was there that day with a clock that timed out too
famous characters speaking to or performing for a crowd and suddenly their world is in color/their clock times out/etc and every member of the audience pretends to be this celebrity’s soulmate and a cinderella type situation ensues with the finding
soulmates playing the hot/cold game and they kEEP MISSING EACH OTHER
insomniacs who rarely sleep, much less at the same time/different time than their soulmates
soulmate ot3s/ot4s/otmores where you dream in varying people’s povs every time you sleep and get super confused
people who get sick or injured and frantically search for their soulmates so they can survive
people who need to be in medically induced comas and their soulmates have to stay away so they don’t accidentally wake them up
the one where soulbonding is actually a choice and someone chooses to bond with someone they may not know or like to save their lives and have to figure out if they can unbond or if they have to live with the situation (and of course learn to love one another either romantically or not)
new souls who don’t get memories of past lives because they don’t have one and panic
muggles/people without powers who of course CAN’T get them upgraded or unlocked
COMBINATION AUS:
the one where you one or both of you have to do all three (see your soulmate(s), touch your soulmate(s), hear your soulmate(s)), or all three have to happen at least once between the 2+ of you
or it’s completely random how you find your soulmate(s): one of you gets a name and the other gets a fingerprint, one of you has to hear your soulmate and one of you has to see them, etc; particularly useful if you happen to be blind or deaf
same for characters with other disabilities/who have “complications”: they get or find a different way of finding their soulmates, not better or worse, just different
THEN THERE’S SOULMATE AUS THAT DON’T HAVE TO CONFORM TO LIFELONG MONOGAMY:
the ones where you have more than one romantic soulmate at the same time or you get a new soulmate after the first dies
the ones where people have multiple soulmates of different types and it’s color coded; a red name/mark/etc for love, a blue one for friendship, etc; for the ones where you start seeing color you get a new one for each soulmate
the ones where some people have romantic soulmates and some don’t, and those that don’t are still perfectly happy anyway, maybe in a relationship anyway, maybe not
the ones where some people have multiple romantic soulmates who may or may not also be soulmates with each other
aromantic or asexual people who have soulmates who are not and they manage to work it out
romantic and sexual people who don’t have soulmates but find happiness anyway, either with someone like them or someone not like them
SOULMATE AUS THAT EXPLORE THE RAMIFICATIONS OF SOULMATES BEING A THING:
the ones where soulmates are for everyone and get legal aid to help stay together, like if their in-laws try to keep them apart/someone risks getting deported/someone gets drafted/whatever
the ones where soulmates are super super rare and TECHNICALLY get exempted from shitty things like “people of different races/the same sex/etc can’t get married/have relations/etc” but maybe still face a lot of prejudice and they fight to get those types of awful laws lifted for everyone
agencies that exist to help you find your soulmate(s) or figure out which soulmate thing you have but some of them are just shams, bonus points for this being in a verse where the thing is exceedingly rare to begin with
people pretending to be soulmates to take advantage of the laws, for good or ill; the couple who loves just as fiercely as a soulmates who will do anything to stay together, or the shitty people who try to claim they’re mated to people who’ve rejected them so they “have” to stay together
tabloid mags photoshopping matching soulmate marks or following big legal cases where someone tries to prove or disprove that they are soulmates with someone else
soulmates in universes where they’re a rarity or rare soulmate types like ot3s/ot4s/otmores in dodging government officials because they don’t want to become lab rats
people who don’t believe in soulmates until it happens to them, or people who believe hardcore and want to find theirs but they don’t necessarily have one, or don’t have a romantic one
little rituals that make finding your soulmate more likely, like shaking hands with people as often as possible even with the cashier ringing up your groceries, repeating each other’s names after you’re introduced, etc
just give me alllll the soulmate aus ok, give me people finding each other in spite of complications, give me all the delightful plot twists, give me detailed worlds where this changes the norms, give me it working out in the end whether romantically or not, bonded or not
feel free to reblog with sources! (or MORE AUS.) a little over half of these are things i’ve seen elsewhere over time and i cannot remember where they are all from
haha or if you’re into this sorta thing you could just take pity on me and reblog it anyway this took an embarrassingly long time to type up oh my god ;;;;;;;;;
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don't care if you don't want me (i'm yours right now)
My entry for the 2022 edition of Femdom Exchange. Ash/Misty is my original OTP from before I even understood fandom and I’m not sure why it took me this long to write for them... but I’m happy I finally did!! Here’s hoping it won’t be the last.
Title from I Put a Spell On You By Nina Simone. Picked it out early, not sure it fits anymore, dunno what I'd change it to anyway XD
CW: Mild dubcon in regards to femdom, consenting underage sex (Ash and Misty are both under 16 here)
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In general, Misty was a practical, level-headed girl. Even when awash with emotions, she could still focus on whatever needed to be done and do it well. It was a skill she had learned very young, thanks(?) in no small part to her older sisters. So she couldn't help but feel a little guilty on vacation. Doing whatever she wanted to do, because she felt like it, because she could? Inconceivable!
Her Pokemon, though, went a long way toward helping her shut that voice in her head out. It was easier to do than she thought, since she was vacationing in Alola, one of the most beautiful places in the world, with wonderful people and Pokemon. And one of those wonderful people, maybe even her favorite person, was coming to visit her today.
Ash Ketchum was someone who made her level-headedness vanish like an illusion. He could always do that, but since they'd gotten older, things had… changed. At 13, he'd gotten a little taller and broader than he used to be, a little less clumsy, and distractingly cuter. Still not taller than her, ha! And not any less hot-headed— wait, she really hadn't either. Not with him.
But she had gotten cuter too, thank you very much! Finally not a washboard anymore— turns out her sisters had been right about her being a late bloomer— not so spindly, and she didn't feel as much like a newborn Ponyta. 15 was going to be Her Year, even if she wasn't sure what that meant yet.
She had been at turns flighty and annoyed by her flightiness, her inability to stop thinking about, even daydreaming about, Ash. She'd been indulging herself in reading a lot of spicy books— the vacation home happened to be full of them, and Misty Waterflower turned up her nose at no book— so the combination made everything worse. Or better. She'd had more than a couple of naughty dreams the last few nights involving her and Ash. And with the weekend sprawling out in front of her, her sisters out gallivanting, well. She had some ideas to explore.
She was checking on her Pokemon in the lagoon-style Pokepool on the deck, within hearing distance of the human pool, when her phone pinged with Ash's text tone.
Couple mins away :D
Anticipation cracked down her spine. Her panties were getting wet already. What the hell was wrong with her today?
Nothing, she told herself firmly. She didn't totally believe herself, but…
Distantly, the doorbell rang.
She practically flew down the steps. Sprinting through the great room and foyer, she flung open the door and tackled Ash in a hug before he even took a breath. "I missed you so much!"
"Missed you too," he said through laughter, clinging back.
"You too, of course," she said with a giggle to Pikachu as he leapt onto her head.
"Pika kachu!"
She released Ash from her hug only to grab his hands and pulled him inside, Pikachu jumping down to scurry around their feet. "How have you been? What have you been doing? Tell me everything!"
"Okay, so, Alola is freaking awesome! Yesterday me and Pikachu went to the pier, and…"
Listening to Ash talk a blue streak was one of her favorite things. She'd missed that almost as much as she'd missed him. He'd never know how much.
Was this what falling in love felt like?
"Whoa—"
"Sorry!" Suddenly aware of the step she'd tripped down, Ash grabbing her, and how hard her heart was beating, she forced out a laugh. "I keep forgetting about that step and I've been here a week, but I still… um."
He was blushing, his cap askew as he looked down at her (taller, for once, still on that step). His arms around her felt very warm, she realized, across her back and dangerously close to her chest, and she must look like a Haban berry—
Then he grinned. He was still blushing, though. "Sorry I'm so distracting," he said, letting go of her carefully and taking her hand.
"Ha! You wish, Ash Ketchum." She managed a smile back; hopefully it wasn't forced.
"I sure do," he said, then changed the subject before she could process that: "This place is really something."
"That's what you get when you're Kanto's most famous water-type trainer!" Misty couldn't but stand straighter, puffing out her chest a bit. And when your sisters are a famous Contest-touring trio…
Ash was staring up at the humongous glass skylight over the sunken living area, the area that Misty had tripped into because of him. "What is it like when it rains?"
"It's amazing. It's one of my favorite things in the world, especially because it doesn't rain much in Alola. I love the sound, and the view of the rainclouds…" With a happy sigh, she flopped across the enormous sectional that filled out the space.
"Pikapi-chu," Pikachu trilled from the floor.
"Aw, come here," Misty said, making grabby hands. The static tickled her arms and neck when Pikachu hopped onto her, and she laughed.
Ash's face, upside down, entered her field of view. "You're lucky, getting a cuddle from my girlfriend before I do."
"Pika." The little guy actually sounded smug, scratching at his ear.
They hadn't been dating for more than a few months, but somehow calling each other datefriends felt perfectly right. Still, that didn't stop warm, giddy pride from filling her at Ash using that word. A teasing smile curved her lips. "What can I say, sometimes my boyfriend's Pokemon are cuter than he is." She stretched casually, arching her back just a bit, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes.
Predictably, Ash blushed. Then he took her hand and blew a raspberry into her palm.
"Ash!" she shrieked, laughing and squirming as he did it again; Pikachu jumped down, sounding a bit like he was laughing too. "S-Stop…!"
"That was for calling me cute," he said, poking her nose. "If you're gonna call me that," and he made a face, "I should at least be the cutest over my own Pokemon! By, like, miles."
She scoffed and rolled over on her stomach, kicking her legs gently. "I said sometimes they're cuter. And if you don't like me thinking you're cute, die mad about it." She snickered, but so did he, and she felt pleased.
Until he said, "Guess I'll die then," and flopped down alongside her, an arm across her back.
She stared at him staring, and then—
"Howdy there, pretty miss," he said in a drawl, fingers tapping firmly enough not to tickle. "Pleased to make your aquint— aqua— your acquaintance."
She sputtered, dumbfounded. Her face felt warm; her belly was growing warm too. "What in the…"
He just smiled, leaning in until all she could focus on were his eyes.
So she took hold of his face and kissed him. Hard.
He squeaked, the hand on her back pressing down. But he kissed back eagerly, mouth opening against hers, and let her push him down.
She didn't know she'd done that until she felt him half-hard against her and realized she was nearly on top of him. The shock made her pull away, made her look around for Pikachu.
"What's up?" Ash looked blissed out and dazed, but sat up anyway.
"Just remembered we're not totally alone…" Yeah. That was the only reason.
"Yeah we are— oh. Pikachu might come back in the middle of things, huh."
She had to look away while he tried to adjust his pants. "I'll let him play with my Pokemon." If she was still going to enact her plan, they had to have no chance of being interrupted. "And I'll show you my favorite spot while we're at it."
With a completely straight face, he reached out swiftly and honked a boob. "I thought that was here."
"Oh my god Ash," she hissed, slapping his hand away. "I meant my favorite spot in the house!"
"You should've been more specific," he replied in a singsong, springing up skipping ahead of her.
A quick glance at him confirmed things below decks had returned to normal. As for her, well… "Yeah, yeah."
Pikachu was exploring down the hallway leading to one of the decks. He perked up upon seeing them and jumped into Ash's open arms.
"Hey buddy," Ash cooed, petting him (Arceus, he was so damn cute). "Wanna go hang out with your friends for a bit?"
"Chupikapi?"
"Yep, and Goldeen too!" He looked at Misty. "Uh, Starmie's here, right?"
She still hadn't completely gotten used to Ash and Pikachu's understanding of each other (never mind that she had the same understanding with Starmie, had had it with Togetic). "Yep! Starmie, Goldeen, almost everyone. Cerulean Gym is closed for Golden Week."
She led them onto the wraparound porch deck and let herself feel smug at how his jaw dropped. Even Pikachu looked awed.
The beach and ocean spread out before them, sun shining down and making everything look otherwordly, even when a cloud passed over it. Misty breathed deeply, relishing the fresh salty air.
"Wow."
"I know," she said. "Come on, the pool's this way."
A few steps along, Pikachu spoke up. "Pikapi… kachu, chuu?"
Ash squawked (Misty startled), face reddening. "Th-That's, uh, no!"
"Pi-kachu…"
He looked like he might spontaneously combust. "Dude… I'll just come get you, okay?! You're so annoying sometimes."
"Pipipi~"
Oh, that was definitely laughter. Then he hopped down again, hurrying after Psyduck's call in the distance.
"What was that about?" she asked as casually as she could, linking arms with him as they followed Pikachu.
"Um..." He tugged his cap down over his eyes and muttered, "We're not being super subtle about wanting alone time, I guess."
She laughed, loudly; she couldn't help it.
"It's not funny," he said, laughing too.
Then they reached the door to the Pokemon pool, and his demeanor changed again into wide-eyed, boyish excitement at the glass-walked enclosure. She hung back and watched him zip into the room, greeting her Pokemon, returning their playful splashes. "This is amazing!" he called, practically glowing.
"I haven't shown you the best place yet!"
"Okay, you guys, have fun and behave yourselves."
Pikachu chittered, already on Lapras' back, and Psyduck and the rest of the gang chimed in.
She gave them all a wave, then slung her arm around Ash's shoulders and walked with him back on the deck path, past the pool.
"You sure we're not on a separate island?" he asked teasingly.
She just smiled.
Her favorite spot felt secluded even though it was in the open, an oasis from the rest of the house even though the sliding door was yards away. It was an even larger deck than the one that contained the Pokemon pool, although this pool was open-air. A third of it cast shade onto the sand below, with winding steps down to the beach. The rest hovered over the water thanks to thick, sturdy supports, and glass railings surrounded the entire deck; a slice of air between the person and the water.
"This is it," she said, spreading her arms. "If I close my eyes out here, I feel like I'm one with the ocean. Just me and the water."
Ash's eyes went from the massive pool to the chaises to a little nook, with an outdoor sectional and umbrellas. It still seemed like he was glowing. "I can see why you like it, Mist."
Then he looked at her in a way that made her pulse speed up and her body feel liquid.
She let him pull her over to the chaise, tug her onto his lap. "Unfinished business, right?"
"Yeah," he said, tilting his head up to kiss her.
She settled over him, arms draping down his back. He held her so tightly, but she pressed against him anyway, with her body and lips and teeth; he moaned, so softly she could barely hear him.
She wanted to make him louder.
He was getting hard against her, so she wiggled on his lap; he gasped and she decided to slide her tongue into his mouth. He responded so desperately, tongue rubbing hers, that she couldn't stop a whimper, gasping against his lips as her clit suddenly throbbed.
They'd made out before, plenty of times. They'd done plenty of over-the-clothes touching too, and more than once she'd touched his erection— once by accident, once on purpose, and the on-purpose one made them both so flustered they put a stop to things. (She hadn't forgotten the noise Ash made then. Or how he had backed off first, even though she knew how badly he wanted to keep going.)
This time felt different. Exciting, sure, but dangerous too.
And this time, she wasn't going to stop.
Her lungs were burning but Ash showed no sign of tiring, so she kept going, tongue chasing his, tasting the roof of his mouth. His hands felt like fire on her back, and on her stomach, tracing circles far from where she wanted him to be. And then his hand started moving down.
"W-Wait," she breathed against his lips. She wanted him to go there, it was just… "Ash, wait."
He bent his head down. Fast kisses down her neck, nuzzling at her boobs, fingers slipping past her shorts, he didn't hear her.
"I said wait," she shouted, shoving him off of her and bolting upright.
Dizzy, breathing hard, she tried to register what she saw.
"I'm sorry! Misty, I'm sorry, I d-didn't— you were so…!"
He'd landed on his knees in front of her. He was breathing heavily too, red-faced and— she looked down, eyes like magnets— fully hard.
She needed to say something.
The sky had grayed behind Ash and above them. She could smell rain on the air. Her clit itched. She just stared at him, and he held her gaze, and slowly her breathing synced with his.
"Misty." He had never said her name like that before. "Please. Can you forgive me? I… I want to kiss you again. Like, really, really bad. Is that okay? I promise I'll listen to you."
She wanted to say no. She would say it—"Yeah. That's okay."
There she went, screwing up the game she meant to play. Something about him looking up at her like that, staying so patient, so apologetic, even when he was tense, made her want to give him everything he wanted.
She would give him this, and she'd go from there.
On his knees, he shuffled forward. He laid his hands on her hips and looked up at her.
Then he moved fast as a Seviper. His hands sped past her ribcage, pushed up her bandeau top, and then his mouth was on her bare breasts, kissing up the undersides and glancing over a nipple.
It felt good; her hips bucked lightly, friction needed on her suddenly achingly hard clit, and she gasped. But it was wrong, against the rules she decided on that second, so once more she pushed him away. "N-No."
He went back to his knees as if she had told him to, though he looked confused.
"You cheated," she said, panting, pulling her top back down.
He actually smirked. "I didn't say where I wanted to kiss you." Then he licked his lips, and stared pointendly and lustfully at her crotch.
Arceus help her.
Thunder rolled overhead. Misty moaned, and saw Ash shiver, wide-eyed. She felt the rumble through her whole body, in her veins; it was the rush of wet in her panties, the pulse of her clit, and she could feel it in her fingertips and when she touched Ash he gasped.
"Undress." She recognized her voice, but barely; she sounded firmer, darker like the sky overhead. "Now."
"M-Misty…" Ash's eyes went dark too. He swallowed, staring at her hand on his shoulder, then moved to pull off his vest. "What should I… I-I-I mean, everything? Wh-What– What if someone sees?"
"I don't care." She did care. But this place was miles away from anyone, and they were alone, and there was too much need in her brain to say what she meant. She took his cap and put it on her head, then sat back and waited, her legs spreading unconsciously.
His hands had to be shaking badly if she could see it so clearly. Still he was efficient, kicking aside his sandals and removing his shirt and pants, biting his lips as he pulled them past his erection.
It had begun to rain, sort of; a light spray more than anything. It dampened Ash's wild hair and made her feel even more unbearably alive than she was feeling already (and a sleepy part of her brain was glad their Pokemon were under a roof). The smell was like Sweet Scent, and Misty realized with a jolt of arousal that she could smell Ash, too, just a little. That she could at all, well— one hand was in her panties before she realized, and she moaned with relief.
Ash, shaking, moaned too. He stood in his boxers, ocean-blue, and stared so hard at her she could almost feel it. "Everything?" he asked again, in a tone that begged her to say no.
"Yes. Then come here."
He took them off, and her eyes locked to his dick the whole time he moved to her.
She felt the tension inside her almost ready to snap already. So she pulled her fingers from her pants, beckoning with that hand. "Kneel down."
He did.
She held out her hand to him and opened her mouth to speak again but he leaned in and closed his lips around her fingers, sucking gently.
"A-Ah…!" Even that tiny cry was close to a scream; her clit shuddered against her panties so hard she thought she might come. She needed to. But she didn't, and Ash was holding her damp hand now, eyes big, flushing right down his neck.
"Did you like that?" he asked, voice husky even at that soft volume.
She nodded. "Good boy."
His jaw went slack, a choked moan leaving him.
Surprised at her own words as much as his reaction, she continued. "And good boys get rewards." She lay back, lifting her hips, and shucked her shorts and panties off.
"Oh my god," he whispered, pressing a hand to his mouth. "Oh, my god…"
"You can kiss me here." Her steady voice felt like a miracle. "Only if," she said as he immediately leaned up, "you keep your hands off your dick."
"Wh-What?!" The flush spread down his chest, and he whimpered. "But, M-M-Misty…!"
"That's the rule. If you can stay good for me, I have another reward." Where in Arceus's name was she coming up with this? She was way too turned on to process that, but pride shouted in a distant part of her brain.
He took a deep breath. Let it out. Then his mouth was on her, there, tongue licking and swiping and oh, fuck—
She cried out into her hands, her legs tightening around Ash's head. "H-Higher, a little, oh god there, there—"
He suckled at her clit, lapping circles around it, over and over and over...
Misty screamed, freezing as pleasure exploded from her clit and tore through her body. "Ah, ah, yes! F-f-fuck…!"
She was reduced to shaking whimpers, legs going slack. She couldn't see— She opened her eyes.
Ashe stared at her from between her legs, breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, Misty…" His eyes looked shiny; one hand came up to wipe his face. "Misty. Misty, please."
"Get up," she whispered, too tired to move. "Good boy," she said when he did.
He moaned, sharp and loud.
Had he…? Misty looked at his still-hard dick. It was leaking wetness.
Something rushed through her, stopping her breathing for a moment. "Come here," she said, "behind me." She rolled to one side and waited.
He nestled behind her. "C-C-Can I hold you? Please, please, Misty…!"
Ash begging for her. She thought she might die. "Yes. And…" Oh god, how was she going to say this? "You can… B-Between my legs."
"Wha— oh. O-Oh…"
She separated her thighs just a bit, and with a whimper, he slid his dick in between them.
"Misty, oh god." He started thrusting slowly, his whole body shaking against hers.
Heart pounding between her legs, she shifted a bit, and suddenly his dick was rubbing against her crotch and her mind went blank.
Ash was still whimpering, and it became a constant stream, mixed with her name and gasps and one tiny swear. His mouth was hot and wet on her neck, kissing messily and even with teeth. His thrusts quickly grew faster and rougher until, moaning so loud into her neck, he came.
Warmth spattered against her thighs. She wiped it away as soon as she could, as best she could, paranoia lancing through her briefly.
Whimpers still wrung out of him, even as he pulled away, and he wouldn't let go of her.
"That was so, so good, Ash, you were so good… Can you still be good? Do one more thing for me?" Barely conscious of what she was saying, only of her once-more swollen clit, she reached blindly for his hand.
"Anything. I'll do anything." He seemed to know what she wanted already, his hand sliding to her crotch. He pressed the heel of his hand to her clit, fingers teasing around her entrance. "Thank you," he moaned. "Thank you so much."
He held her tightly and let her grind against his hand until she had another orgasm, only slightly less consuming than the first.
"You're so, so pretty," he murmured against her neck, laying soft, gentle kisses.
Moments later, the rain started to fall in earnest. Misty braced herself for Ash to move.
Instead he pressed tightly against her, arms locked around her waist. "Do we have to go? I don't want to go yet. Please let me stay."
Her heart had melted. "I don't want to go either. You don't have to ask me anymore."
She could feel his impossibly broad smile on her skin. "Okay."
The rain falling on the deck, in the ocean, on them, felt and sounded magical. Time had stopped. Misty really felt like staying right where she was, with Ash, forever.
Things were feeling sleep-fuzzy when he said, so quietly by her ear that she had to strain, "If we do… anything like this again… I could be a— a g-g-good boy again." He took a breath. "I liked being good for you, Misty."
Now her heart had melted, it really, really had. "I liked it too. I'm… That makes me happy."
He giggled. "Oh, good. When you're happy, I'm happy."
I love you, she thought.
Except she thought it so fiercely that she also said it.
"I love you too," Ash said, uncertainty and wonder and elation all in his voice at once.
She squeezed his hand at her waist and willed her heart to stop hammering. What she blurted out scared her, but it exhilarated her too, and that feeling was taking over.
This, she decided, all of this, was as perfect as could be.
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A is freezing, so B & C take them in the middle to warm them
"One kiss for you, and one for you! ...Oh, and two for me!"
A & B preparing a surprise birthday party for C
A is planning their own birthday and surprises B & C that they only want to spend it with the two of them
everyone has a different responsibility for date night: A chooses the restaurant, B chooses the activity, & C chooses the dress code
A & B want them to wear matching outfits but C only has ten versions of the same outfit in their closet
"Now you two go already and have your date night! I'm fine! I finally have the couch and TV all to myself."
sitting around the kitchen table when everyone is getting home, A is making tea/coffee & everyone talks about their day
"Someone asked me today why I was living with a married couple. You should have seen their face when I told them."
A is setting up a surprise date for B & C by interrogating them separately about what they'd like to do with the other
"I asked if I could bring a plus 2 next Friday to the party. And guess what? They said yes!"
A is watching B & C having fun together and is relieved they don't have to take care of them for a moment
"Congratulations! You won not one but two crazy dorks to spend the evening with!" *B & C greeting A from the inside of their blanket fort*
"But you love us, don't you?" "Don't say that every time you made a mess!"
falling asleep together in a chaotic heap on the couch
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don't care if you don't want me (i'm yours right now)
This was written for 2022 edition of Femdom Exchange. AshxMisty is my original OTP from before I even understood fandom and I'm not sure why it took me this long to write for them!!! I hope this will make me write more, whether it's PWP or not ^w^;; The title is a lyric from Nina Simone's "I Put a Spell On You".
CW consensual underage sex (Ash and Misty are both under 16 here) mild dubcon, and femdom, obviously.
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In general, Misty was a practical, level-headed girl. Even when awash with emotions, she could still focus on whatever needed to be done and do it well. It was a skill she had learned very young, thanks(?) in no small part to her older sisters. So she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty on vacation. Doing whatever she wanted to do, because she felt like it, because she could? Inconceivable!!!
Her Pokemon, though, went a long way toward helping her shut that voice in her head out. It was easier to do than she thought, since she was vacationing in Alola, one of the most beautiful places in the world, with wonderful people and Pokemon. And one of those wonderful people, maybe even her favorite person, was coming to visit her today.
Ash Ketchum was someone who made her level-headedness vanish like an illusion. He could always do that, but since they’d gotten older, things had… changed. At 13, he’d gotten a little taller and broader than he used to be, a little less clumsy, and distractingly cuter. Still not taller than her, ha! And not any less hot-headed— wait, she really hadn’t either. Not with him.
But she had gotten cuter too, thank you very much! Finally not a washboard anymore— turns out her sisters had been right about her being a late bloomer— not so spindly, and she didn’t feel as much like a newborn Ponyta. 15 was going to be Her Year, even if she wasn’t sure what that meant yet.
She had been at turns flighty and annoyed by her flightiness, her inability to stop thinking about, even daydreaming about, Ash. She’d been indulging herself in reading a lot of spicy books— the vacation home happened to be full of them, and Misty Waterflower turned up her nose at no book— so the combination made everything worse. Or better. She’d had more than a couple of naughty dreams the last few nights involving her and Ash. And with the weekend sprawling out in front of her, her sisters out gallivanting, well. She had some ideas to explore.
She was checking on her Pokemon in the lagoon-style Pokepool on the deck, within hearing distance of the human pool, when her phone pinged with Ash’s text tone.
Couple mins away :D
Anticipation cracked down her spine. Her panties were getting wet already. What the hell was wrong with her today?
Nothing, she told herself firmly. She didn’t totally believe herself, but…
Distantly, the doorbell rang.
She practically flew down the steps. Sprinting through the great room and foyer, she flung open the door and tackled Ash in a hug before he even took a breath. “I missed you so much!”
“Missed you too,” he said through laughter, clinging back. 
“You too, of course,” she said with a giggle to Pikachu as he leapt onto her head.
“Pika kachu!”
She released Ash from her hug only to grab his hands and pulled him inside, Pikachu jumping down to scurry around their feet. “How have you been? What have you been doing? Tell me everything!”
“Okay, so, Alola is freaking awesome! Yesterday me and Pikachu went to the pier, and…”
Listening to Ash talk a blue streak was one of her favorite things. She’d missed that almost as much as she’d missed him. He’d never know how much.
Was this what falling in love felt like?
“Whoa—”
“Sorry!” Suddenly aware of the step she’d tripped down, Ash grabbing her, and how hard her heart was beating, she forced out a laugh. “I keep forgetting about that step and I’ve been here a week, but I still… um.”
He was blushing, his cap askew as he looked down at her (taller, for once, still on that step). His arms around her felt very warm, she realized, across her back and dangerously close to her chest, and she must look like a Haban berry—
Then he grinned. He was still blushing, though.  “Sorry I’m so distracting,” he said, letting go of her carefully and taking her hand.
“Ha! You wish, Ash Ketchum.” She managed a smile back; hopefully it wasn’t forced.
“I sure do,” he said, then changed the subject before she could process that: “This place is really something.”
“That’s what you get when you’re Kanto’s most famous water-type trainer!” Misty couldn’t but stand straighter, puffing out her chest a bit. And when your sisters are a famous Contest-touring trio…
Ash was staring up at the humongous glass skylight over the sunken living area, the area that Misty had tripped into because of him. “What is it like when it rains?” 
“It’s amazing. It’s one of my favorite things in the world, especially because it doesn’t rain much in Alola. I love the sound, and the view of the rainclouds…” With a happy sigh, she flopped across the enormous sectional that filled out the space. 
“Pikapi-chu,” Pikachu trilled from the floor.
“Aw, come here,” Misty said, making grabby hands. The static tickled her arms and neck when Pikachu hopped onto her, and she laughed.
Ash’s face, upside down, entered her field of view. “You’re lucky, getting a cuddle from my girlfriend before I do.”
“Pika.” The little guy actually sounded smug, scratching at his ear.
They hadn’t been dating for more than a few months, but somehow calling each other datefriends felt perfectly right. Still, that didn’t stop warm, giddy pride from filling her at Ash using that word. A teasing smile curved her lips. “What can I say, sometimes my boyfriend’s Pokemon are cuter than he is.” She stretched casually, arching her back just a bit, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes.
Predictably, Ash blushed. Then he took her hand and blew a raspberry into her palm.
“Ash!!” she shrieked, laughing and squirming as he did it again; Pikachu jumped down, sounding a bit like he was laughing too. “S-Stop…!”
“That was for calling me cute,” he said, poking her nose. “If you’re gonna call me that,” and he made a face, “I should at least be the cutest over my own Pokemon! By, like, miles.”
She scoffed and rolled over on her stomach, kicking her legs gently. “I said sometimes they’re cuter. And if you don’t like me thinking you’re cute, die mad about it.” She snickered, but so did he, and she felt pleased.
Until he said, “Guess I’ll die then,” and flopped down alongside her, an arm across her back.
She stared at him staring, and then—
“Howdy there, pretty miss,” he said in a drawl, fingers tapping firmly enough not to tickle. “Pleased to make your aquint— aqua— your acquaintance.”
She sputtered, dumbfounded. Her face felt warm; her belly was growing warm too. “What in the…” 
He just smiled, leaning in until all she could focus on were his eyes.
So she took hold of his face and kissed him. Hard.
He squeaked, the hand on her back pressing down. But he kissed back eagerly, mouth opening against hers, and let her push him down.
She didn’t know she’d done that until she felt him half-hard against her and realized she was nearly on top of him. The shock made her pull away, made her look around for Pikachu.
“What’s up?” Ash looked blissed out and dazed, but sat up anyway.
“Just remembered we’re not totally alone…” Yeah. That was the only reason. 
“Yeah we are— oh. Pikachu might come back in the middle of things, huh.”
She had to look away while he tried to adjust his pants. “I’ll let him play with my Pokemon.” If she was still going to enact her plan, they had to have no chance of being interrupted. “And I’ll show you my favorite spot while we’re at it.”
With a completely straight face, he reached out swiftly and honked a boob. “I thought that was here.”
“Oh my god Ash,” she hissed, slapping his hand away. “I meant my favorite spot in the house!”
“You should’ve been more specific,” he replied in a singsong, springing up skipping ahead of her.
A quick glance at him confirmed things below decks had returned to normal. As for her, well… “Yeah, yeah.”
Pikachu was exploring down the hallway leading to one of the decks. He perked up upon seeing them and jumped into Ash’s open arms.
“Hey buddy,” Ash cooed, petting him (Arceus, he was so damn cute). “Wanna go hang out with your friends for a bit?”
“Chupikapi?”
“Yep, and Goldeen too!” He looked at Misty. “Uh, Starmie’s here, right?”
She still hadn’t completely gotten used to Ash and Pikachu’s understanding of each other (never mind that she had the same understanding with Starmie, had had it with Togetic). “Yep! Starmie, Goldeen, almost everyone. Cerulean Gym is closed for Golden Week.”
She led them onto the wraparound porch deck and let herself feel smug at how his jaw dropped. Even Pikachu looked awed.
The beach and ocean spread out before them, sun shining down and making everything look otherwordly, even when a cloud passed over it. Misty breathed deeply, relishing the fresh salty air.
“Wow.”
“I know,” she said. “Come on, the pool’s this way.”
A few steps along, Pikachu spoke up. “Pikapi… kachu, chuu?”
Ash squawked (Misty startled), face reddening. “Th-That’s, uh, no!”
“Pi-kachu…”
He looked like he might spontaneously combust. “Dude… I’ll just come get you, okay?! You’re so annoying sometimes.”
“Pipipi~”
Oh, that was definitely laughter. Then he hopped down again, hurrying after Psyduck’s call in the distance.
“What was that about?” she asked as casually as she could, linking arms with him as they followed Pikachu.
“Um...” He tugged his cap down over his eyes and muttered, “We’re not being super subtle about wanting alone time, I guess.”
She laughed, loudly; she couldn’t help it.
“It’s not funny,” he said, laughing too.
Then they reached the door to the Pokemon pool, and his demeanor changed again into wide-eyed, boyish excitement at the glass-walked enclosure. She hung back and watched him zip into the room, greeting her Pokemon, returning their playful splashes. “This is amazing!” he called, practically glowing.
“I haven’t shown you the best place yet!!”
“Okay, you guys, have fun and behave yourselves.”
Pikachu chittered, already on Lapras’ back, and Psyduck and the rest of the gang chimed in.
She gave them all a wave, then slung her arm around Ash’s shoulders and walked with him back on the deck path, past the pool.
“You sure we’re not on a separate island?” he asked teasingly.
She just smiled.
Her favorite spot felt secluded even though it was in the open, an oasis from the rest of the house even though the sliding door was yards away. It was an even larger deck than the one that contained the Pokemon pool, although this pool was open-air. A third of it cast shade onto the sand below, with winding steps down to the beach. The rest hovered over the water thanks to thick, sturdy supports, and glass railings surrounded the entire deck; a slice of air between the person and the water.
“This is it,” she said, spreading her arms. “If I close my eyes out here, I feel like I’m one with the ocean. Just me and the water.”
Ash’s eyes went from the massive pool to the chaises to a little nook, with an outdoor sectional and umbrellas. It still seemed like he was glowing. “I can see why you like it, Mist.” 
Then he looked at her in a way that made her pulse speed up and her body feel liquid.
She let him pull her over to the chaise, tug her onto his lap. “Unfinished business, right?”
“Yeah,” he said, tilting his head up to kiss her.
She settled over him, arms draping down his back. He held her so tightly, but she pressed against him anyway, with her body and lips and teeth; he moaned, so softly she could barely hear him.
She wanted to make him louder.
He was getting hard against her, so she wiggled on his lap; he gasped and she decided to slide her tongue into his mouth. He responded so desperately, tongue rubbing hers, that she couldn’t stop a whimper, gasping against his lips as her clit suddenly throbbed.
They’d made out before, plenty of times. They’d done plenty of over-the-clothes touching too, and more than once she’d touched his erection— once by accident, once on purpose, and the on-purpose one made them both so flustered they put a stop to things. (She hadn’t forgotten the noise Ash made then. Or how he had backed off first, even though she knew how badly he wanted to keep going.) 
This time felt different. Exciting, sure, but dangerous too. 
And this time, she wasn’t going to stop.
Her lungs were burning but Ash showed no sign of tiring, so she kept going, tongue chasing his, tasting the roof of his mouth. His hands felt like fire on her back, and on her stomach, tracing circles far from where she wanted him to be. And then his hand started moving down.
“W-Wait,” she breathed against his lips. She wanted him to go there, it was just… “Ash, wait.”
He bent his head down. Fast kisses down her neck, nuzzling at her boobs, fingers slipping past her shorts, he didn’t hear her.
“I said wait,” she shouted, shoving him off of her and bolting upright.
Dizzy, breathing hard, she tried to register what she saw.
“I’m sorry! Misty, I’m sorry, I d-didn’t— you were so…!”
He’d landed on his knees in front of her. He was breathing heavily too, red-faced and— she looked down, eyes like magnets— fully hard.
She needed to say something.
The sky had grayed behind Ash and above them. She could smell rain on the air. Her clit itched. She just stared at him, and he held her gaze, and slowly her breathing synced with his.
 “Misty.” He had never said her name like that before. “Please. Can you forgive me? I… I want to kiss you again. Like, really, really bad. Is that okay? I promise I’ll listen to you.”
She wanted to say no. She would say it—“Yeah. That’s okay.” 
There she went, screwing up the game she meant to play. Something about him looking up at her like that, staying so patient, so apologetic, even when he was tense, made her want to give him everything he wanted.
She would give him this, and she’d go from there.
On his knees, he shuffled forward. He laid his hands on her hips and looked up at her.
Then he moved fast as a Seviper. His hands sped past her ribcage, pushed up her bandeau top, and then his mouth was on her bare breasts, kissing up the undersides and glancing over a nipple.
It felt good; her hips bucked lightly, friction needed on her suddenly achingly hard clit, and she gasped. But it was wrong, against the rules she decided on that second, so once more she pushed him away. “N-No.”
He went back to his knees as if she had told him to, though he looked confused.
“You cheated,” she said, panting, pulling her top back down.
He actually smirked. “I didn’t say where I wanted to kiss you.” Then he licked his lips, and stared pointendly and lustfully at her crotch.
Arceus help her.
Thunder rolled overhead. Misty moaned, and saw Ash shiver, wide-eyed. She felt the rumble through her whole body, in her veins; it was the rush of wet in her panties, the pulse of her clit, and she could feel it in her fingertips and when she touched Ash he gasped.
“Undress.” She recognized her voice, but barely; she sounded firmer, darker like the sky overhead. “Now.”
“M-Misty…” Ash’s eyes went dark too. He swallowed, staring at her hand on his shoulder, then moved to pull off his vest. “What should I… I-I-I mean, everything? Wh-What– What if someone sees?”
“I don’t care.” She did care. But this place was miles away from anyone, and they were alone, and there was too much need in her brain to say what she meant. She took his cap and put it on her head, then sat back and waited, her legs spreading unconsciously.
His hands had to be shaking badly if she could see it so clearly. Still he was efficient, kicking aside his sandals and removing his shirt and pants, biting his lips as he pulled them past his erection.
It had begun to rain, sort of; a light spray more than anything. It dampened Ash’s wild hair and made her feel even more unbearably alive than she was feeling already (and a sleepy part of her brain was glad their Pokemon were under a roof). The smell was like Sweet Scent, and Misty realized with a jolt of arousal that she could smell Ash, too, just a little. That she could at all, well— one hand was in her panties before she realized, and she moaned with relief.
Ash, shaking, moaned too. He stood in his boxers, ocean-blue, and stared so hard at her she could almost feel it. “Everything?” he asked again, in a tone that begged her to say no.
“Yes. Then come here.”
He took them off, and her eyes locked to his dick the whole time he moved to her.
She felt the tension inside her almost ready to snap already. So she pulled her fingers from her pants, beckoning with that hand. “Kneel down.”
He did.
She held out her hand to him and opened her mouth to speak again but he leaned in and closed his lips around her fingers, sucking gently.
“A-Ah…!” Even that tiny cry was close to a scream; her clit shuddered against her panties so hard she thought she might come. She needed to. But she didn’t, and Ash was holding her damp hand now, eyes big, flushing right down his neck.
“Did you like that?” he asked, voice husky even at that soft volume.
She nodded. “Good boy.”
His jaw went slack, a choked moan leaving him.
Surprised at her own words as much as his reaction, she continued. “And good boys get rewards.” She lay back, lifting her hips, and shucked her shorts and panties off.
“Oh my god,” he whispered, pressing a hand to his mouth. “Oh, my god…”
“You can kiss me here.” Her steady voice felt like a miracle. “Only if,” she said as he immediately leaned up, “you keep your hands off your dick.”
“Wh-What?!” The flush spread down his chest, and he whimpered. “But, M-M-Misty…!”
“That’s the rule. If you can stay good for me, I have another reward.” Where in Arceus’s name was she coming up with this? She was way too turned on to process that, but pride shouted in a distant part of her brain.
He took a deep breath. Let it out. Then his mouth was on her, there, tongue licking and swiping and oh, fuck—
She cried out into her hands, her legs tightening around Ash’s head. “H-Higher, a little, oh god there, there—”
He suckled at her clit, lapping circles around it, over and over and over...
Misty screamed, freezing as pleasure exploded from her clit and tore through her body. “Ah, ah, yes! F-f-fuck…!”
She was reduced to shaking whimpers, legs going slack. She couldn’t see— She opened her eyes.
Ashe stared at her from between her legs, breath coming in short gasps. “Oh, Misty…” His eyes looked shiny; one hand came up to wipe his face. “Misty. Misty, please.”
“Get up,” she whispered, too tired to move. “Good boy,” she said when he did.
He moaned, sharp and loud. 
Had he…? Misty looked at his still-hard dick. It was leaking wetness.
Something rushed through her, stopping her breathing for a moment. “Come here,” she said, “behind me.” She rolled to one side and waited.
He nestled behind her. “C-C-Can I hold you? Please, please, Misty…!”
Ash begging for her. She thought she might die. “Yes. And…” Oh god, how was she going to say this? “You can… B-Between my legs.”
“Wha— oh. O-Oh…”
She separated her thighs just a bit, and with a whimper, he slid his dick in between them.
“Misty, oh god.” He started thrusting slowly, his whole body shaking against hers.
Heart pounding between her legs, she shifted a bit, and suddenly his dick was rubbing against her crotch and her mind went blank.
Ash was still whimpering, and it became a constant stream, mixed with her name and gasps and one tiny swear. His mouth was hot and wet on her neck, kissing messily and even with teeth. His thrusts quickly grew faster and rougher until, moaning so loud into her neck, he came.
Warmth spattered against her thighs. She wiped it away as soon as she could, as best she could, paranoia lancing through her briefly.
Whimpers still wrung out of him, even as he pulled away, and he wouldn’t let go of her.
“That was so, so good, Ash, you were so good… Can you still be good? Do one more thing for me?” Barely conscious of what she was saying, only of her once-more swollen clit, she reached blindly for his hand.
“Anything. I’ll do anything.” He seemed to know what she wanted already, his hand sliding to her crotch. He pressed the heel of his hand to her clit, fingers teasing around her entrance. “Thank you,” he moaned. “Thank you so much.”
He held her tightly and let her grind against his hand until she had another orgasm, only slightly less consuming than the first.
“You’re so, so pretty,” he murmured against her neck, laying soft, gentle kisses.
Moments later, the rain started to fall in earnest. Misty braced herself for Ash to move.
Instead he pressed tightly against her, arms locked around her waist. “Do we have to go? I don’t want to go yet. Please let me stay.”
Her heart had melted. “I don’t want to go either. You don’t have to ask me anymore.”
She could feel his impossibly broad smile on her skin. “Okay.”
The rain falling on the deck, in the ocean, on them, felt and sounded magical. Time had stopped. Misty really felt like staying right where she was, with Ash, forever.
Things were feeling sleep-fuzzy when he said, so quietly by her ear that she had to strain, “If we do… anything like this again… I could be a— a g-g-good boy again.” He took a breath. “I liked being good for you, Misty.”
Now her heart had melted, it really, really had. “I liked it too. I’m… That makes me happy.”
He giggled. “Oh, good. When you’re happy, I’m happy.”
I love you, she thought.
Except she thought it so fiercely that she also said it.
“I love you too,” Ash said, uncertainty and wonder and elation all in his voice at once. 
She squeezed his hand at her waist and willed her heart to stop hammering. What she blurted out scared her, but it exhilarated her too, and that feeling was taking over.
This, she decided, all of this, was as perfect as could be.
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Growing Pains
My episode 2 drabble for HeroTaru!! here i go again getting attached to minor female characters whoopsie doodle~
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If it isn't hard, it isn't worth it, right?
...That was Pres's mantra, anyway. And good for her! For the most part, too, Mayu agreed, but that initial conversation among LIPxLIP and Hiyoko had gotten a little sticky, and... well, she was only human! Sometimes the idol business was stressful!
"I think that went rather well, don't you?"
They were taking a moment after the boys and Hiyoko had left, indulging in canned coffee (Pres) and milk tea (herself).
"Definitely. I'm kind of shocked how well Ai-kun and Yuu-kun took that dressing down..." Mayu took a long drink and sighed. "Could it be they're maturing so suddenly?"
Pres leaned forward, wearing an expression of intent concentration. "You're closer to them than I am, but I wouldn't be more than cautiously optimistic if I were you."
Mayu couldn't stop a laugh.  "Believe me, that's what I am. But who says we can't celebrate the little victories, huh?"
"To breakthroughs," Pres said, holding out her can.
Mayu giggled, clinking their cans together. "Kampai."
"Kampai!"
After another drink, Mayu stood. "That reminds me, want to get a real drink later?"
"Sure." Pres stood too, and a smile lit her face. "A co-worker drink, or..."
Mayu made a thinking noise, hiding behind finishing her tea. "Oh, whatever you like," she said, quickly and a little loudly. "Excuse me a moment."
She power-walked down the hall for the nearest bathroom as soon as the door shut, tossing her can into a bin without looking. Pres, thank you for not making me have to ask...!
(Meanwhile, Rei found herself mulling over the proper time to speak to HR. But wait, isn't that incredibly presumptuous of me?! We're adults, we should speak plainly about this first...
Even so, she dressed up a little more than strictly necessary that evening, and felt strangely relieved when she saw Uchida-san— Mayu-san? Mayu-chan?!— had, too.)
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