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sublunaryorchid · 2 years
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these pants are baggy on me now but still v cute, right 🥺
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sarcasmic-skies · 1 year
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going to pick up a few patterns at the store tmrw and start sewing myself a 40s/50s style 3 piece suit and a pair of trousers methinks. something’s nice to wear out on the town. smth like this. yes it’ll be a project but fuck it i wanna have it done in time for the holiday swing dance in december!!
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7-oh-ta1 · 5 months
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Coping with work stress by planning out a taichi colored outfit but his dumb white undershirt is ruining everything for me WHY does he dress like a teenage boy (hes a teenage boy)
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sweeteaas · 4 months
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HOLIDAYS WITH THE JJK MEN . . . ❄️
currently playing : autumn in new york by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong
warning(s): tooth rotting fluff ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡
synopsis: various headcanons about how you and the jjk men (satoru gojo suguru geto kento nanami) spend the chilly winter months together. modern!au
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♡ satoru gojo. . . loves to buy you gifts. call him cliche but nothing truly beats the sparkle in your eye and the gleeful smile on your frost-bitten lips as he hands you that favorite piece he knows you’ve been eyeing. he observes all your little mannerisms — a bit too shy to directly ask for things, but that’s okay, you don’t even have to say it. one hopeful glance and it’s yours! the soft “thank you ‘toru” as you meet his cerulean eyes almost makes his heart explode out of his chest. how are you so cute? his pale ears flush a dusted pink as he mumbles back softly, “of course baby,” never looking away as you gush about the new item happily. what’s money and riches without spoiling the one you love, hm?
COUPLE OUTFITS GALORE! he would 100% buy those cheesy matching sweaters and pout if you refuse to wear them. you both collectively leave a trail of tacky glitter wherever you roam. if anyone so much as mentions the interesting fashion choice, gojo breaks out into a lovesick dimpled grin, pulling you closer as he beams and poses with a cheesy peace sign. “aren’t they cute?” he all but purrs, voice dripping with honey. megumi rolls his eyes in response from behind you two.
decorating the tree is never not fun with gojo. he goes shopping with you to find the perfect one for your home, buys all the ornaments, even fishes for those holiday deals. . . he may be more excited than you are! his color matching on the tree is horrid, an array of multi-colored lights and shiny little snowflakes. but how can you complain when he turns to you, freckled face tinted and his blue eyes twinkling in excitement? he teases you about not being able to reach the tippy top of the tree but will never let you struggle. before you can quip back, he places a hand to your waist to steady you, reaching up from behind with his unfairly long limbs and wrapping slim fingers around yours to guide up the shiny star. “be careful, angel” his breath fans your ear and he grins to see the flustered look on your face as you swat him away.
♡ suguru geto. . . is a romantic at heart. during the winter months he immediately brings out the scented candles, and you are greeted upon entry of your shared home with the warm glow of cinnamon and apple placed carefully throughout. when you step further inside you turn the corner of the hallway to see the sight of geto emerging from the bedroom with two bath bombs in tow. he smiles when he sees you — a soft thing reserved only for you that never fails to make butterflies flutter in your chest. “I was just about to draw a bath for us. orange citrus or peppermint tonight love?”
taking warm baths is a normal ritual after you both seek refuge from the cold outside. geto is all tattoos and ink and piercings, a masterpiece that you can’t help but gawk at every time he undresses. his presumed bad boy appearance is in stark contrast to the gentle ways in which he takes care of you. he checks the temperature of the water before inviting you inside the tub, holding a hand out for you to grasp as you steady yourself and sink into the bubbles. you fit between his legs as he begins to massage the kinks and aches from your stiff muscles, breaking the comfortable silence as he asks about your day and how work faired. you return the favor by washing his hair — an intimate and tender act between the two of you as his raven black strands falls like silk from his hair tie and through your fingers. when you scratch his scalp he groans appreciatively and leans further into your touch, putty in your hands.
a furry little surprise greets you from under the tree, a cute black little kitten complete with a white bow tied around its neck. he smiles as you squeal in surprise and hug the little munchkin to your chest, cooing softly at it. you hear geto then softly utter from beside you, “the start of our little family” to which you still a bit, eyes pricking with tears at the look of pure adornment in his eyes as the kitten meows happily in your lap. you carefully set the bundle of fluff on the floor before leaping at geto who catches you, as he always will, wrapping strong arms around you and laughing as you press red kisses all over his face. when you remark later on that you want to name your new addition sugu because its fur reminds you of your lovers black hair, it’s his turn to pause before looking away and nodding. you don’t miss the faint blush spreading on his tan skin.
♡ kento nanami. . . loves to bake with you. your house is never cold with the warmth of the oven always on and the smell of sugury goodies. jazz music wafts in the air as he hums to the tune, occasionally crossing behind you to rest a firm hand on your hip and deliver the sweetest kiss to your neck. he savors your little jumps and flushed voice as you scold him — “you almost made me drop the batter!” to which he simply chuckles in response. he prefers to hoard the sweets for the two of you, but won’t hesitate to bring a box of them to the office to show off to his coworkers. as he gives them out to eager hands he remarks with a proud hum of, “my partner baked these. delicious, aren’t they?”
he buys you practical gifts for the season like a new fuzzy jacket your favorite color, or a scarf that brings out the color in your eye. he’s a man that dresses well and chic on the daily, so he has a nice eye for fashion. on random days when you return home, you’ll see a new wool sweater laid out neatly on the bed, complete with a little notecard. “thought this would look good on you -kento.” when you wear it the next day he can’t stop giving you sweet compliments.
walks in the crisp night air are basically tradition now, as you make your way hand in hand with your husband downtown to the annual tree lighting ceremony. you stand in awe at the dazzling array of twinkling lights, ooing and awwing with the rest of the crowd around you. as you both circle around the tree to see it in all its beauty, you hear the caroling of a small group in the corner of the plaza, voices soft and romantic. snow starts to fall in dusty particles and wets your nose, and you both share a smile — the first snow of the year! as you reach out a hand to catch a snowflake, your husband suddenly whispers fondly, “hun, can I have this dance?” he looks picturesque, straight from the fairytale books you used to read as a child — blond hair blowing softly in the wind, tips of his ears skin flushed and complete with a slight smile you will always find charming. you laugh softly and take his outstretched mittened hand, the other one placed on his shoulder as he delicately holds your waist. you both then begin to sway to the music, surrounded by a winter wonderland all of your own.
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readychilledwine · 1 month
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Dollification
✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️
**reminder, we do not yuck other people's Yums on this blog**
Dollification is the sexual attraction or arousal to the idea of becoming a living doll. In this kink, you have the doll and their owner in a total power exchange dynamic. The owner of the doll will decide how their hair done, their clothing, their makeup, their mannerism, etc. Being a sub does not guarantee that a person would enjoy the Dollification process. Dolls tend to enjoy being objectified, so they enjoy the idea of someone owning them and treating them like a possession.
There are different types of dolls that all have their own attire. The most common are Lolita dolls, latex dolls, baby dolls, zentai dolls, and living Barbies. For this fic, I focused on the living barbie.
Living barbie dolls are known for being into bimbofication, or the act or process of being made beautiful but acting or being seen as stupid. Bimbos traditionally have a very specific stereotype that crosses well into barbie world. Blonde, makeup, tight clothing, revealing clothing. Some barbie dolls will go as far as plastic surgery to achieve the barbie body and looks as well.
One aspect of Dollification that may be odd is that the dolls remain silent during sex. The idea is to be as close to a doll as possible, so silence is a part of that. I have Seraphina breaking that rule a little as an understood thing between her and Azriel.
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Azriel x Seraphina Vanserra
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Warnings - complete power exchange, some impact play, dehumanization, restraints
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Azriel was a smiling like one smug bastard as he circled his mate.
His precious little mate.
Sweet Seraphina was dressed in a lace blue corset, breasts pushed up high, and waist snatched in. A pretty matching thong left nothing to his imagination.
Her hair was down exactly as he had asked, brushed and left with those full body waves, a bow keeping some of it tied back while the rest fell naturally down her back like a waterfall of fire.
Even the makeup was exactly as he had asked. Soft, highlighting those Autumn Court features, mascara used to make those thick lashes seem bigger.
She was perfect before she had so willingly handed this level of submission to Azriel, but something about having his own living breathing doll, something about controlling what she wore, how she looked, her mannerisms, that really got him off. "Such a beautiful thing, aren't you?" He had trained her well, smirking as she didn't respond and only stared ahead. "You have permission to smile." He placed a kiss on her pointed ear, watching in the mirror as he eyes fluttered shut and a soft smile graced her full lips.
His hands began roaming her body, squeezing her breasts along the way down. "I know you are still learning," he bit her shoulder gently before kissing the mark and kissing up her neck. "So I will allow you to make noise, but to be the perfect doll, we need to work on silence. Okay, pet?"
Serphina didn't respond, knowing she had only been given permission to express pleasure and nothing else. "Good girl. Good fucking girl." His voice dripped with pride, with arousal, and something Sera had learned was Azriel's way of expressing affection.
He kept her facing the mirror, and he began. That lacy thong he had admired was pulled down by his shadows, and his hand went to cup her sex, groaning as he found her dripping. "Insatiable, aren't you?" Her breath hitched at the accusation, at the reminder of what she'd become to him.
A sex doll. A pretty little toy owned by him that sat waiting where he sat her just anticipating his cock. He had taken her fashion sense, her free will, her body, and she gave it to him so willingly, so freely.
She made no noise as two thick fingers dipped into her heat, prepping her for him. She wouldn't get to cum tonight. She was his doll right now, not a living breathing being with needs. She couldn't help the small whine leaving her as his fingers curled, tensing her and reminding her of what he could do, what she'd be missing tonight. "Always so fucking ready for me."
Azriel pulled her by her hair. "Walk," he all but dragged her to the bed, forcing her to lay facedown on it. His fingers resunk into her as his shadows forced her hands to her back and her apart, holding them there. Pressure was building in her stomach, a soft moan escaping every so often muffled by the bed.
As he was pulling her apart, a smack rang through the air, and Sera instantly pulled her lip into her mouth, biting down. She was allowed to express pleasure, not pain. Another smack came, and it took her willpower not to move, to cry.
Azriel's fingers left her cunt and everything seemed still for a second. She took a few deep breaths, and then the contact came again. A quick, precise slap landed on her core, and Sera broke. Her body jolted, and she squirmed, whimpering in pain as Azriel stared down at her with a smirk.
He forced her face further into the bed. "Dolls don't move, Seraphina." Her breath was blocked off, it felt as if she was inhaling her own heated exhale, choking on it as he shifted behind her, clothing long gone.
She felt the ties of her corset growing tighter, restricting her breath further. "Be a good fucking doll and stay still or I'll have to punish you." He entered her without warning, sliding in to the hilt. His hand holding her head down moved to her ass meeting his other hand there as he squeezed the supple flesh and began pounding. He forced her hips up enough that the arch of her back now dug her face into the bed, cutting off her air supply again.
She moaned into the sheets as his cock dragged inside of her, remaining as quiet as she could. It was hard, so hard, when her mate, the picture of male perfection with the cock to match, was hitting every nerve, every hidden spot inside of her that was begging for attention.
Azriel allowed her one kindness. He kept the bond open, allowing her to feel his pride, his love, his happiness, and every single ounce of his pleasure her tight heat was bringing him. She was untouched by any male besides him and he had begun whispering to her not long ago how it was as if she cunt began to change herself, perfecting in to this perfect sleeve made just for him. His groans were getting louder, thrusts quicker and quicker.
He was close, so close, and Seraphina smiled into the bed, lightheaded from the lack of air.
She had only made a few noises, only moved once. It was a vast improvement from their first round of doll play that ended in Azriel's frustration and the pale skin of her ass bruised and sore for a few hours.
He squeezed her ass again, spitting on her back entrance as he did and moving one hand to have this thumb circle that entrance. She moaned again, cunt clenching as she did, at his teasing. "Being so good, sweetness. So close," she knew from his panting from how sloppy his thrusts were becoming, from the twitching inside of her.
He also knew she was right there, waiting for a command he would not give her tonight. He'd leave her wet and wanting once he stripped that corset off and took care of her. He knew it was cruel. Knew he should treat her better, but part of why she got off in this was the dehumanization, the denial of her needs.
The thought of her submission, of her trust and love for him, had him roaring, spilling every last drop into her. He rode out his high before leaning down and kissing the base of her neck. She whimpered below him, body desperate with need as he pulled out of her, watching their juices leak out of her, mixing together. The sight had him itching to take her again, but she needed a break. She needed out of that damned corset, she wanted to breath, to snuggle.
Azriel began working at the ties, pulling her up by her arms and pushing the hooks together in the front to take it off in one movement. "All done, Seraphina. You can behave normally now."
He watched her shoulders fall in relief and turned back to look at him with soft doe eyes, waiting for his praise, for the aftercare he'd so lovingly give her. He leaned in, kissing her and pumping his love down the bond before turning her to he could rest his forehead on hers.
"You did so well, my salvation. Took everything so much better this time. I am so proud of you. I know that must have been difficult." She nodded as he leaned to kiss her again. "Did you have fun?"
"Any time your inside of me is fun, Azriel."
The comment sent heat to his cheeks, a smile appearing to show off those dimples. "Then I'll try to be inside of you more. Let's go take a bath."
"When do I get to finish?"
The question made him growl, pulling her to him by her neck before cupping her chin. "In the bath if you're a good girl."
"Then I'll be the best girl," his cock twitched at the underlying tone in her voice.
He had created a monster. A tiny sex fueled monster who had an appetite that matched his now. His true equal. "We'll see," his tone was a warning as she flashed a serpent like smirk, reminding him so much of her eldest brother.
He'd fuck that smirk right off her face permanently some day.
And she was secretly praying for him to do it.
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forlorn-crows · 3 months
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More non-serious sex brainrot: Mountain casual fucking. Guy just needs to get off, y'know? It's been a hard day of manipulating the fabric of the earth itself and the big guy just needs to blow off some steam by blowing out someone's back. Or getting his own blown out.
Walks into the ghoul wing and propositions the first person he sees. And, of course, who wouldn't be willing to lend a hand to help a friend out?
uhhh well you see. he didnt even make it out of the greenhouse. so, as a reward for being the sweetie that he is, rain gets his back blown out
cw: theyr'e disgustingly in love. good ole' fashioned spontaneous sex. a lil bit of oral, a lil bit of dirty talk. hard and fast and needy, and thats how we like it. unexpected knotting (oopsies). and, as always, transmasc rain. cunt/clit/folds to refer to his anatomy.
Mountain sets the last of the hanging baskets back into place, sighing bodily. He rolls his neck, wincing at the little pops his spine makes. But he’s satisfied with his work—all the flowers and ferns pruned and their soil refreshed—and very glad to be done. 
The earth ghoul brushes the remainder of the soil off the workbench, finally allowing the stifled need in his core to roll up his spine and settle under his skin. He digs his claws into the wood and groans out loud. Curling in on himself when his dick starts to chub.
The door to the greenhouse squeaks open, chilly autumn air rolling in along with the scent of petrichor and sea salt. Mountain has to stop himself from whining at the fresh, intoxicating smell. 
“Hey, sunflower,” Rain says brightly, drifting in with a dancer’s grace. “Brought you some tea and snacks.” He sets a shallow bowl and mug down onto the bench, pressing himself to Mountain’s side and kissing him on the cheek. “Orange cinnamon chai,” he points to the steaming mug, resting his head on the earth ghoul’s shoulder, “and there,” he points at the bowl, “are figs, pears, and some brie drizzled with honey. ‘Cause I know that’s your favorite.”
Mountain chuffs and dips a finger into a smear of honey on the edge of the bowl. He sucks it off, looking down at Rain with lidded eyes. Admiring the way the wind ruffled up his inky curls, the slight lilac blush to his cheeks, the little smile he gives when Mountain makes a noise of approval. 
“Do I detect a hint of honeysuckle, tadpole?”
Rain feigns surprise, looking up at him coyly. “Maybe,” he lilts.
Mountain rumbles happily and leans in close. “Just as sweet as you.” He cradles the water ghoul’s face in his hand and kisses him deeply, melting their bodies together chest to chest. Groaning when Rain opens up immediately and lets him stick his honey-coated tongue inside. 
The earth ghoul lifts him effortlessly onto the top of the workbench, wrapping Rain’s legs around his waist and hugging him close, all without breaking the kiss. Rain trills happily and sinks into Mountain’s affection. He drapes his arms around his broad shoulders, fingers playing with the mousy-brown strands falling from his bun. The action sends a shiver down Mountain’s spine, and he can’t help but gasp softly against the water ghoul’s mouth. His fingers tighten into the knit of Rain’s sweater. 
“Feed me some?” Mountain mumbles against his lips. 
Rain smiles. “‘Kay.” He turns his head to select a morsel, giving Mountain access to the long column of his neck. Eager lips surge forward to latch onto the sensitive skin. Mountain can feel the amused rumble that bubbles up in his throat.
“Don’t eat me, silly,” he laughs. “Here.” He holds a slice of pear between lithe fingers, dangling it in front of his nose.
“What if I want to eat you,” Mountain purrs. But he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue for it anyway. He curls it around Rain’s lithe fingers when he places the fruit in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he licks across the pads of them. Chilled and sticky-sweet.
Rain makes a soft noise, letting Mountain lick them clean. 
“Do you like it?” Rain whispers, watching as the earth ghoul closes his mouth around the tops of his fingers before pulling away and chewing. Mountain watches Rain watch his mouth, eyes flitting around his pretty, angular face. 
He hums and licks a stray droplet of honey from his lips. “It’s delicious, darling. Thank you,” he says huskily, pulling Rain closer by the waist. Rain trills as he runs his palms across the small of his back, dipping just underneath his sweater. Mountain buries his nose in the collar of it and not-so-subtly humps his hips against the edge of the table. 
“But I think I fancy something else right now.” Mountain nuzzles under his ear. Rain’s scent spikes with arousal and he can’t hold back the desire any longer. “Wanted to bend you over this bench as soon as you walked in the door.”
Rain shudders and groans approvingly. “Yeah?”
“Say you’ll let me. Please? I’ve been aching.” Mountain licks up the side of his neck and sucks his earlobe into his mouth. Rolling it between his teeth while Rain hisses and grasps at Mountain’s hair. “Take you right here, fuck you so good.”
“Fuck yes,” Rain breathes. “Right here, please do.” 
Mountain doesn’t need any more permission than that. He growls playfully and promptly flips Rain onto his belly, bending him over the edge of the workbench and yanking his sweatpants down all in one motion. 
“Lucifer—” Rain gasps through a surprised giggle, lifting his tail over his shoulder. 
Mountain lands a smack to his right asscheek and grabs two handfuls of him, groaning at the sight of slick already seeping through his folds. He spreads his cheeks wide and sinks to his knees in the dirt, shoving his face in Rain’s cunt. 
“Satanas, Mount, oh fff,” the water ghoul moans, pounding his fist on the table. “Your fucking mouth, unholy shit.”
Mountain groans against him, shoving his tongue in as far as he can get it. Pressing his nose into that soft spot before his hole and taking in the concentrated smell of need that goes straight to his rock-hard dick. 
“Taste like absolute sin, tadpole,” Mountain mumbles against his folds, too drunk on his flavor to stray too far to say so. 
“You can stay down there as long as you want,” Rain chokes out as he seals his lips over his throbbing clit. “Suck me dry, seven hells.”
The earth ghoul just hums, suckling on it until his nose gets wet with slick and Rain’s panting above him. Digging into his round ass so hard he’s bound to leave marks. But he doesn’t take him up on the offer, pulling away after a few heated moments. 
“Wanted to make sure you were nice and wet for me,” he all but growls. “Gonna fill you up so full.”
Rain whines and peeks over his shoulder, eyes drooping in pleasure. He wiggles his hips as he watches Mountain strip his apron, arching his back to make sure he gets a perfect eyeful. 
Mountain licks his lips as he pulls himself out of his pants, not bothering to push them any further than past his balls—just enough to expose his aching length. He grips himself and teases Rain’s folds with the head of his cock, up and down until he’s coated in creamy slick. 
“Fuck, look at you,” Mountain whines. “So perfect. All afternoon, I’ve needed this. Needed you.”
Rain pushes back, popping the head of his cock right inside. Mountain has to stop himself from blowing right there, steadying himself with one hand on Rain’s hip and groaning when his balls draw up with no warning. 
“Show me how perfect. Take me,” the water ghoul begs sweetly, breathlessly. 
Mountain can’t wait any longer. He pushes all the way in, melding their hips together. Growling low as Rain squeezes around him and breathes out little yesyesyes’s, urging Mountain to snuggle into that space made just for his cock. The earth ghoul’s forehead drops between Rain’s shoulder blades as he bottoms out, keening at just how good he feels. 
Mountain tells him as much. Rumbles endless praise into the fibers of his sweater, the curls at the back of his neck. Shuddering as Rain arches back into him and digs his fingers into the wood. 
“So perfect,” Mountain mumbles again, beginning to move. The first real slide of his length against those smooth, silky inner walls makes his mind hazy with need. He doesn’t get more than one slow thrust before he’s fucking Rain in earnest, wrapping his arms around his hips and forcing him to take it deep. 
“Mine,” he growls over the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. 
“Yours,” the water ghoul cries. “Oh, fuck me, ye-e-es-ss.” 
Mountain digs into his slim hips. Holding him tight so Rain feels the tip of his cock all the way in his stomach with each thrust.
“Feel so good,” the earth ghoul grunts. Rain clenches around him and he nearly sees stars. “Lucifer, take it, take it.”
Rain just nods, gurgles out something incoherent. Words aren’t important to Mountain anymore, though, not really. He just needs the water ghoul to make pretty noises, soak his cock in slick, and take every inch of him until he can spill inside him hot and fast. Siphon the burning need out of his core so he can actually relax after working all day. 
“Mount,” Rain gasps. “So deep, unholy shit.”
“Yeah? Gonna give it to you,” he growls, snapping his hips even harder. Each time their hips meet, there’s a little resistance at the base of Mountain’s cock, spikes of pleasure running through his hips and down his thighs with each thrust. He realizes too late it’s his knot, swelling and bumping against Rain’s folds. Growing bigger by the minute until it’s impossible to ignore.
“Hmpf, Rain I—” Another shudder runs through him, white-hot and insistent. He snarls. “Please, let me—fuck—need to put it in.”
Rain drops his forehead to the worktable with an audible thunk, groaning as he presses back against his knot. “Uh huh,” he whines. 
“Tell me I can, please, darling, tell me I can.”
“Put it iiinnn, Mount—hah—gimme it, need it.”
Mountain nearly sobs with relief. “So good to me, so fucking good to me,” he babbles. “Just need a little—that’s it, seven hells, Rainy.”
The water ghoul arches as far as he can, letting Mountain fully support his hips with just his forearms. Each thrust pushes more and more of his knot in, until finally Rain’s cunt stretches around its widest point and sucks him right in. Popping in with a wet squelch and the daintiest oh Mountain’s let out yet. 
“Fuck—”
“So good, squeeze it, squeeze it—”
“—yeah—”
“—cumming, cumming, Rain oh—”Mountain spills deep inside with fangs latched in his mate’s sweater, and he swears he’ll do anything Rain wants once he’s spent.
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weemssapphic · 6 months
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What about Larissa taking the reader to a pumpkin patch and they just have fun all day and get apple cider and pumpkin spice donuts!! And then they get home and put on a horror flic, and the reader swears they aren’t scared but they can’t fool Larissa at all, so she puts something else on? 😋😋I thought it was such a good idea and I would have done something like this myself but you are such a talented writer, I would love to see something like this from you!
A/N: Hello hello! Thank you so so much 🥺 that is very sweet. I thought this would be appropriate for October so I tried to get it done in a timely fashion. I really hope you enjoy 🥺 also... happy Friday the 13th! 👻
we fell in love in october
Larissa Weems x f!reader
Larissa takes you on a sweet autumn date to a pumpkin patch - fluff ensues.
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Leaves fell from the tree outside the window, hues of brown, deep red, muted orange coloring the evening sky in their descent. Blown away by a crisp breeze that carried the sounds of students laughing and chatting on their way inside for dinner as the sky slowly turned darker, dusk settling over Nevermore Academy.
The crackling of the fireplace and the clacking of Larissa’s keyboard served as background noise as you lounged on the couch in your girlfriend’s office, engrossed in your copy of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. You and Larissa had been together for a few months now, and it had turned into an unspoken ritual that you would pop by after work more afternoons than not to keep Larissa company as she finished up her emails, before sharing a glass of wine and some takeout and basking in each other’s company.
Today was no different. Your ears perked up when you heard the tell-tale sound of Larissa’s laptop shutting, and you set your book aside as you heard her footsteps approach. Within moments she came into view, rounding the couch and placing two fingers under your chin to gently lift your head towards hers. Soft, warm lips pressed against your own, and you could feel her smile into the kiss as she soothed her tongue along the seam of your lips. You parted them to allow her to lick gently into your mouth, sighing as her tongue began to dance with yours, every movement languid and loving.
“Hello, darling. Thank you for waiting for me,” she whispered against your lips as the two of you parted for air - you would never tire of her dulcet tones, her voice like music to your ears.
“Hi,” you said with a grin, patting the space next to you. Larissa sat down and you immediately snuggled into her, allowing her to wrap her arms around your waist and rest her chin on your head. “You’re done with work?”
“I’m all yours,” Larissa replied with a chuckle, pressing her lips to your temple - it made you shiver.
“Mmh… Do you think you could be all mine on Friday as well?” You bit your lip, watching Larissa carefully - in spite of her constant reassurance that she enjoyed spending time with you, you still sometimes felt like you were asking a lot. You knew how seriously the principal took her work, but you’d come up with the best date idea and it would be a shame to let the opportunity pass you by.
To your relief, Larissa’s face lit up with a teasing smirk. “I think I could be,” she purred. “Did you have something planned for Friday?”
“Well… This Friday is Friday the 13th… And it’s October! That’s kind of a special occasion. So I was thinking we could maybe go to a pumpkin patch together and have a date-day?” You looked up at Larissa through your lashes with your best pleading pout, watching her lips curl slowly into a soft smile.
“Hmmm,” Larissa hummed, tapping a manicured finger against her chin in thought. “What do you say I work a half-day on Friday and pick you up around noon?”
“Really?” You could feel your limbs start to tingle with excitement. “Can we?”
“Of course,” Larissa said with a chuckle, cupping your cheek. “There’s a little farm near Jericho that has a pumpkin patch around this time of year. I haven’t been but I have heard quite a few students rave about it.”
“Deal,” you said, your words turning into a squeal as Larissa began to pepper your face with kisses, before pressing her lips to yours. You melted into the kiss, as you always did, feeling her warm breath against your lips as she let out a contented sigh.
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Friday morning was spent choosing an outfit - you settled on an orange knit sweater, jeans, and loafers, and took to lounging around as you waited for Larissa to pick you up.
She was, of course, punctual as always - the doorbell rang at 12 on the dot, and you shot up from the couch to answer the door.
Larissa greeted you with a soft, gentle kiss, one hand settling on your hip. “You look beautiful. Are you ready to go, my love?”
Blushing at the compliment, you nodded. “Yep, I just need my keys.” You turned to grab your keys and your bag from the little table next to the door, and allowed Larissa to lead you out to her car with her hand on the small of your back.
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Nothing in your life thus far could compare to the feeling of holding Larissa’s hand in public. Her fingers curled around your own, her warm palm fitting perfectly against yours like a puzzle piece. Today was no different as the two of you ambled hand in hand towards the little farm, only briefly letting go so you could pay for your entry. 
“I don’t think I’ve done something like this since I was a teenager.” Larissa sighed wistfully as she looked around, her lips curled up into a soft smile.
“It’s beautiful here,” you breathed, taking in your surroundings.
The highlight of the festival was, of course, the farm’s pumpkin patch - massive orange, white, even green pumpkins nestled amongst bales of hay - resting against the backdrop of a picturesque forest, with leaves turned brown and orange. Across from the pumpkin patch was a corn maze - you could hear the giggles and screams of children flitting between the corn stalks. 
“Are we gonna carve pumpkins for Halloween this year?” you asked suddenly.
Larissa’s face broke out into a splitting grin. “I would love that,” she admitted. “Would you like to pick some?”
You nodded eagerly, spending the better part of the next half hour roaming through the pumpkin patch, picking up various pumpkins and handing them off to Larissa for inspection. She watched the entire time with an amused grin on her face, finally helping you settle on not two but four medium-sized, orange pumpkins (one for each of you, and then extras in case you messed up). 
After helping you carry the pumpkins to her car, Larissa nudged you and pointed to a small, fenced in area in the distance. “I think they have a petting zoo.”
You could hardly contain the squeal of delight that left your throat at the mere thought, and you dragged Larissa over to the petting zoo.
“Oh, look, you can feed them!” You pointed to the little machines with animal feed, making your way over and purchasing a cupful. The alpacas situated nearest you began to flock around the fence, sticking their head over the top and eyeing you eagerly. 
“You wanna try?” you asked, offering the cup to Larissa - she removed her glove and reached out her hand for you to pour a bit of the food in her waiting palm. She stepped up to the fence, glancing nervously in your direction as she stuck out her hand. Her face contorted in surprise as one of the alpacas began to nuzzle her palm, inhaling the feed within seconds.
“It tickles,” she said, quickly retracting her palm as you began to laugh.
“Here, let me try.” You poured some feed in your hand and offered it to a different alpaca, gasping and jumping back a bit. “Shit, you’re right, it does tickle,” you said with a giggle, shaking your hand to get rid of the funny feeling.
“How about we see the goats instead?” you suggested. With a reproachful glance at the alpacas, still gathered around the fence and staring the two of you down, Larissa agreed and followed you to the goat’s pen. There was a little latched door in the fence and you let yourself in, Larissa following behind you - albeit somewhat reluctantly. 
The goats could smell the food in your cup and some ambled over immediately. You leant down towards a small goat with a black head and white legs, offering it a handful of feed. It felt much less ticklish than feeding the alpacas, and you handed Larissa the cup so that you could use your other hand to gently pet the goats.
Larissa watched you fondly, holding the cup of feed just out of reach of the eager animals.
“You’re cute, you know that?” she murmured. You looked up, blushing profusely and smiling shyly. 
“Give me your hand.” You reached out and Larissa placed her hand in yours, cocking her head and watching with wide, curious eyes as you rested her hand on the goat’s back, holding it as you guided her to stroke its fur. 
Larissa’s gaze never left your face, her eyes sparkling with admiration, watching you delight in being able to pet the animals. It wasn’t her favorite pastime in the world, but getting to see you so joyful was more than enough for her to be having a good time.
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“Let’s go sit down for a bit,” Larissa suggested, giving your hand a squeeze before gently tugging you in the direction of a couple of wooden stands in the distance. 
You agreed, and the two of you came to a stop in front of a stand selling apple cider.
“Would you like some?” Larissa asked, already reaching for her purse.
“Is that even a question?” you teased.
Larissa paid for your drinks and the two of you took a seat at a wooden picnic table nearby. You took a sip of the warm apple cider, moaning as the taste exploded on your tongue, and Larissa raised an eyebrow at you.
“What? Does that turn you on?” you purred, taking another sip and moaning even louder this time. Larissa laughed and shook her head, a blush creeping up her cheeks. 
“Hush and drink up,” she murmured.
Your eyes scanned the area you were sitting in, lighting up as they landed on a donut stand. “Riss, do you want a donut?”
Larissa nodded between sips of apple cider.
“What kind?”
“You pick.”
You ambled over to the donut stand, returning a few minutes later with two pumpkin spice donuts and handing one to your girlfriend, before settling on the bench across from her.
“Of course you would get pumpkin spice,” Larissa teased, chuckling as she accepted the donut from you.
“I don’t appreciate your tone,” you said with a laugh.
Larissa huffed, taking a bite of the donut regardless and letting out a moan of her own - you began to laugh harder and Larissa joined in, her eyes crinkling at the outer edges and her face scrunching up in glee. 
The two of you ate in amicable silence, savoring the donuts and each other’s presence and basking in a surprisingly warm fall day.
“Maybe we could go on the hayride before we go home?” you suggested shyly as Larissa placed the last piece of her donut into her mouth. Her eyes went wide and she nodded, her cheeks puffed out with food. You laughed and Larissa’s face turned pink as she swallowed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, you’re just very adorable,” you said with a grin, earning you an eye roll and a light, playful slap from your girlfriend. She always said she hated when you called her adorable, but she would blush and smile every single time, so you would keep doing it. 
“Call me adorable again and we aren’t going on that hayride,” she mumbled with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling in the low light of the afternoon sun.
Ten minutes later, you were sitting in a wagon with Larissa to your left, the sun slowly beginning its descent in the sky and casting a golden glow over the blonde. Your surroundings were picturesque, but all you could focus on was the stunning woman next to you. It seemed your sentiments were returned, for Larissa’s eyes - flooded with warmth and affection - never left your own. Her right arm was wrapped snugly around your shoulders as her left hand rested on your thigh, her thumb rubbing absentminded circles over your jeans. 
“Rissa?”
“Yes, darling?”
“I love you.”
A beaming smile spread across the blonde’s face and she ducked her head, leaning in until her lips were inches away from yours. “I love you, too,” she whispered against your lips, before closing the gap to kiss you. The kiss was soft, and tender - it made your heart flutter and your stomach flip as the last rays of the sun enveloped the two of you in a warm glow.
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“Can we watch a horror movie?” you asked as you stepped through the threshold of Larissa’s apartment after the short drive back from the pumpkin patch. The two of you left the pumpkins outside the door for later.
The blonde raised an eyebrow at you, her expression nothing short of skeptical as she slipped out of her heels and removed her coat. “Are you sure? Don’t you remember what happened the last time we watched a horror movie together?”
“I haven’t the faintest clue what you’re talking about,” you replied airily, kicking off your shoes and tossing your bag on the floor. Of course you knew what she was talking about - you’d gotten so panicked that, during one particularly gruesome jump-scare, you’d thrown the popcorn bowl at the tv. Larissa had found stray pieces of popcorn underneath her couch for weeks after.
“Whatever you want, my dear,” Larissa said with a teasing grin, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before ushering you in the direction of her bedroom. “Let’s get changed first, hmm?”
Being that you spent so much time at Larissa’s, you had a few spare changes of clothes for when you’d spontaneously decide to stay the night - but you still preferred to wear your girlfriend’s clothes whenever possible. They smelled like her, and they were big and soft and somehow just way comfier than your own.
Tonight, you opted for a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt of Larissa’s, while she went for a sage green, silk camisole top and a white cardigan, paired with matching sweatpants. Larissa stepped behind you as you got changed, helping you pull the t-shirt over your head - you shivered as her fingers brushed teasingly down your abdomen, before splaying out over your stomach and pulling you flush against her.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered softly into your hair, pressing her lips to the crown of your head. You could feel yourself blush and you spun around in her arms, wrapping your own arms around her neck and pulling her in for a languid kiss. 
Larissa reached around you, flicking off the light in her bedroom and guiding you back out into the living room, her lips still pressed against yours until the backs of your knees hit the couch.
“Hot chocolate?” she breathed against your lips.
You nodded gratefully, curling up on the couch as Larissa disappeared into the kitchen - returning shortly after with two mugs of hot chocolate.
“Would you like anything else?”
“Nope, thanks.” You accepted one of the mugs - it warmed your hands, and the huge pile of marshmallows on top made you giggle.
Larissa settled beside you, wrapping an arm securely around your shoulders and pulling you into her. “Is The Conjuring alright?” she asked as she began to flick through Netflix. 
“Yes! I love Vera Farmiga!”
Larissa chuckled and pressed play, wiggling her hips a bit to get comfy.
You tried to be brave, you really did. But every slight change in the music made your muscles tense, your entire body flinching so bad that you had to place your mug on the coffee table.
“Are you alright, dove?” Larissa whispered, directly into your ear - you hadn’t expected it and you jumped in surprise, your heart pounding viciously. When you turned your head to look at your girlfriend, she was smirking, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
“I’m fine,” you squeaked. 
Larissa knew you like she knew the back of her own hand - somehow, she’d been able to read you like a book from day one. She snorted and set her own mug down, pausing the movie and wrapping both arms around your waist. You melted into her touch immediately - warm, comforting, safe. Your heartbeat began to slow and you let out a nervous giggle. “Okay, I’m not fine. But we can keep watching it if you want!”
“Hmm… I think I’d rather you feel comfortable with what we watch.” Larissa pressed her lips to yours, her hands stroking up and down your sides. “How about we put something else on?”
Biting your lip, you nodded and accepted the remote from Larissa. Some dumb, silly comedy like The Heat would be good, you thought.
“Come here,” Larissa murmured, patting her lap. You curled up on the couch, resting your head on her thighs. Her hand immediately settled on your head and began to stroke your hair, her nails lightly scratching at your scalp and making you shiver.
“Sorry,” you whispered timidly, peeking up at Larissa through your lashes.
Larissa looked down at you with a confused smile, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead. “Sorry for what, darling?”
“Suggesting we watch a scary movie and not being able to finish it.” You felt your cheeks flush and hid your face in her lap - then you felt Larissa’s lips on your head. “That’s not something you need to apologize for. I promise.”
You peeked up again to see Larissa beaming lovingly down at you, and you sighed in relief, snuggling closer and allowing her to continue stroking your hair as the two of you watched the movie. The perfect ending to a perfect day.
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-> some activities (HELLO, PETTING ZOO, ANYONE?) based super loosely on a fall festival/pumpkin patch I visited in 2019 with my best friend, near Nashville, TN - one of my fondest memories! hmu if you want to see a picture of me with a goat <3
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goatskickin · 6 months
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🍂Happy Fall Equinox!🍂
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I have some autumnal clothing to share with you!
The seasons have changed and your sim ladies need something to wear.
Perhaps some separates?
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@claudettesims converted this blouse a while ago. I thought it would make a charming top for elders ladies as well!
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In all of the original colors. This is a *new* mesh for EF, about 2k.
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And while I was at it, I made 4 recolors, for AF and EF. Mesh for AF by @claudettesims is included!
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The texture credits go to Fashion Fabrics Club, Colorloom, House Fabric and Flinn at T$R.
Categorized as Everyday.
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A cute top needs a bottom, right?
I've been wanting to do something with @moyokeansimblr's 4t2 conversion of TS4's GP10 pants since they were released!
I love the colors. And I liked the wide-leg as well, but I wanted to change the shape a little. So I did that.
And then, @pforestsims shared these jeans with really cool loafers. They'd included some creator resources for the loafers, which got me pondering...
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...why not add some cool details and colors to the loafers like PF did!
Cute, right? I have included PSD's of the ones I made.
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I mean, if I had blue snakeskin loafers, *I'd* think that was pretty neat.
These are *new* meshes, for AF and EF, about 1k, categorized for Everyday.
I'd also like to note that they work best with tops that end right at the Maxis waist. But they do work with many longer tops too!
Download - Fall Equinox Set - AF + EF
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horanghater · 4 months
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What Goes Up...
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Summary: Chan is interested in a new kink and you do your job: support him. 
▸ Pairing: Chan/Dino x F!reader
▸ Rating / Genre / AU:18+ / pwp, smut / established relationship If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age in the bio, you will be blocked upon interacting (liking/reblogging) with this post.
▸ Warnings: exhibitionism
▸ Word Count: 1,956
▸ A/N: Had fun doing this for K-Vanity’s Wanderlust Festival! Prompts used: log ride, established relationship, protagonist is a suspect. Fat thank you to @shuadotcom for beta and juicy kithes for @wonwussy, @wooahaeproductions, and @onlymingyus for the endless encouragement while I worked on this. @bitchlessdino and @idyllic-ghost come get ya’ll juice!
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“I think I wanna try exhibitionism?” Chan knows you love him, knows he can trust you with anything. 
“Ooh!” you gasp, lips quirking upward with intrigue as you study him on the other end of the couch. “Ok babe, let’s try it sometime.”
For all of his trust, Chan looks surprisingly relieved. “Really?”
“Of course! Just gotta figure out the ‘where’ and the ‘when’.” It’s the beginning of a bad idea.
The ‘where’ is the Amped Up Autumn event at the theme park a few highway exits away. An event that you are “absolutely banned” from, as delivered by ride attendant and fellow high school alumni Boo Seungkwan.
You’re not worried, though, and Chan isn’t either – he has no idea about your storied history of getting into trouble in some way or another at this event for the last several years. He also has no idea why you’ve got both a baseball cap and sunglasses on when it’s overcast, but “fashion” is an acceptable enough answer given that you’re not being suspicious otherwise.
Well, not suspicious at first. The two of you wait to enter the park and pick up maps (he can’t know you’re very familiar with it) without incident. It’s when you get to the petting zoo that he starts questioning things. 
You start small, pressing against Chan’s side as he feeds a pony. He welcomes your warmth as always, beaming at you before turning back to the activity. When you both reach the smaller barnyard animals, you make it a point to bend at the waist to pet a sheep, ass kissing his crotch. Chan subtly moves back and though you don’t turn around to watch, you’re sure that he’s sure it was just an accident. 
Amped Up Autumn is also home to peacocks, spoiled by and socialized with the endless droves of visitors to the park. When Chan nudges you excitedly as a muster of birds approaches, you make sure that there’s no misconstruing your actions.
“Shoot, I’m out of feed. Do you have any left?” You don’t wait for an answer, helping yourself to Chan’s supply. The paper feed bags are relatively shallow, but you make a show of digging in, forcing your hand roughly so he almost drops it. Chan catches it in time, right when you’ve pushed it near his groin. Your fingers spread and continue searching even though they’re so obviously at the bottom, rubbing greedily at his cock through his joggers. 
Chan stiffens at the sensation and you watch, delighted as his expression morphs from surprise to confusion to cautious understanding, lips parting and closing again as his eyebrows pinch together. When you’re sure he’s received the message, you retreat with a fistful of mixed grains, making a show of feeding the peacocks. To passerby, you’re just an overenthusiastic attendee, but to Chan, you’re a flashing neon light that says ‘trouble’.
It’s almost comically convenient that Chan’s never been on Sawyer’s Mill, the park’s log flume ride. Even if he had, you would have insisted that you board it today. Thankfully, it takes next to no convincing to get him to join you in line; the thought of just sitting down for a few minutes is appealing enough on its own. You waste no time cozying up to Chan again, pushing your chest into his almost wantonly when you pull him in for a hug while you wait. 
He knows you’re teasing by now, but lacks the willpower to stop it. You’re cute and you smell nice and it’s not like he can deny that your tits don’t feel good smushed up against him. The best he can manage is to nervously peek at the other attendees as you slowly snake through the line. You and Chan are one of many touchy couples here, so nobody seems to notice or, if they do, care. 
Chan thanks the universe that that’s the case when you stand just ahead of him, hand at your side perfectly level with the seat of his pants. Your pinky keeps rubbing at him through the fabric, coaxing a chub that he can only hide by moving closer to you so your form can shield him from prying eyes. 
Is this the longest line at the park or is Chan in purgatory? He’s not sure, but the way you keep prodding is making him desperate to get out of sight so he can just cum already and get back to what was supposed to be a very normal date. Clearly, that’s what you want too since you won’t leave him alone. 
“Excuse me, what are you doing?” 
You’re almost to the front of the line now and there’s a staffer on guard to make sure that nobody cuts at the last minute. His nametag reads “Seungkwan”. Seungkwan seems laser-focused on you and Chan so the question must be for you, but you just push up your glasses and turn around to scan the lane behind you. “Huh? Who?” 
Chan follows your gaze, but is met with park-goers just as confused as you seem to be. 
“You!” Seungkwan says, starting to point at you before quickly retracting his finger when his customer service training kicks in fully. He settles for vaguely gesturing at the two of you. “Would you mind taking off your glasses, please?” he asks curtly. 
“Next two!” 
Another attendant calls your party forward and you grab Chan’s hand to dart away and get into the car (...log?) that awaits you. Just as you leave Seungkwan’s line of sight, Chan spies him muttering something into a walkie talkie. 
The ride attendant at the cars is much less interested in you – which is good (?) Chan guesses. “Bags on the floor, hands in at all times, jiggle the safety for me,” they sigh, rehearsed and apathetic as they lower the safety bar onto your laps. You rattle the bar excitedly before squeezing Chan’s knee and the attendant finds this sufficient enough, sending you off with a flat, “Enjoy.” Just as the car jolts into motion, they add, “Oh yeah, hats off. Enjoy.”
For the first time all day, you remove your cap and toss it to the floor of the car, exhaling with relief. The car begins its slow, steep ascent and Chan has a lot of questions now. “Babe, is there something you’re not telling me?”
“What do you mean?” You place your hand back on his knee and start rubbing, batting your eyelashes behind your dark lenses. “Are you not having fun?”
Chan tries to shift in his seat, but the safety bar cements him in place. It’s chilly here, between the fall air and shallow water sloshing around you, but he’s a bit warm now. “No, I’m having fun! Just–” your hand creeps up further, skipping over the bar to land limply on his dick. He lets out a shaky breath. “Seems like you had a…plan? For today?”
“Hmm, maybe, maybe not.” Your shit-eating grin clarifies further (as if it’s even necessary at this point). 
“Are you sure about this?” 
You rest your palm on his crotch, flat and firm. “I am. Are you?”
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Tell me to stop.” It’s not a threat or an order, just a reminder of what you’ve agreed to in conversations past. Experimentation is on the table until somebody calls it off. 
Chan does nothing of the sort, instead whimpering and looking away as you continue to toy with him over his pants. You can’t hear him over the noise of the ride, but his refusal to look at you anymore provides plenty of satisfaction and confirmation that you should keep going. 
You finally reach the top of the mountain, creeping into a cave that serves as a pit stop before the big fall. The darkride section of Sawyer’s Mill has seen better days, but the animatronic mountain lion that slides from the corner and roars through the speakers is sudden enough to give most newcomers a scare. Chan would have dove to certain doom if not for the bar and your now blatant grip on his cock. It jumps, just a little, in your hand and you’re certain that it’s not from the fear. 
Chan slumps in his seat, rattled and frustrated. You don’t need to hear him to know; his cock is full and straining against the fabric. You lean over, breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Is this enough exposure for you? Can you get off like this?”
He doesn’t answer, just throws his head back in defeat as you slide past the waistband of his joggers and grasp his dick through the slit of his boxers. 
“We’ve only got a minute or two, so I sure hope you can,” you singsong, pumping his cock hard and erratic, the way you know he likes it when he just wants to cross the finish line. Watching Chan like this, struggling against the safety bar to hump and screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget he’s coming undone publicly, has you soaked through your panties. If you thought you could get away with it, you’d find a way to sneak back in here after hours so Chan could fuck you next to the mountain lion. But alas, this is an occasion to just enjoy the delectable view and the warm precum that’s lubing up your hand as you yank Chan closer to the edge. 
Chan is so close; you can tell by the conspicuously audible groan he lets out and the way his heartbeat pounds through him and directly into your palm. He opens his mouth and his eyes roll back and he’s right there– 
And then you freeze. Chan whines and refocuses, only to immediately squint as the glaring yellow circle of a flashlight assaults his eyes. He tries to shield himself, arm extending over his face as the light finally moves. Then, he sees it. Another attendee, nametagged “Minghao”, is pointing the light on his tented pants and shaking his head vigorously as he frowns. He doesn’t say anything – he just continues to glower disapprovingly – and that only makes it worse as the beam follows the two of you shamefully through the last ten or so feet of the cave. 
Mortifyingly, you don’t flinch at being discovered. Instead, you get back to work and wave at Minghao with your free hand as if this were a routine predicament. Chan moans your name plaintively, but you just lean in again, this time making sure that your lips brush his ear when you speak. “What’s the matter, Chan? Gonna cum?”
You glide your palm down his shaft one last time and tug on the way back up, thumb pressing into the sensitive head. And that’s all it takes. The car sputters as it accelerates and you begin your rapid descent down the slide, water crashing into the car with a force only rivaled by his climax. Chan sees white and feels his stomach rise up to his chest, though he’s honestly not sure if that’s from the ride or your ministrations. 
It’s not until you jostle him that he even realizes you’ve reached the bottom and the ride is over. He stumbles from the car, dazed and silent. You’re both soaked through and Chan really hates the sensation of wet clothes on his skin, but the endorphins of afterglow overtake anything else he should be feeling right now. 
“Good thing we’re all wet or else someone might notice you had a really good time!” you joke as you lead him through the ride’s exit lane, waltzing along as if you hadn’t just jerked his soul straight from his dick only moments ago. 
Despite your nonchalance, Chan spies how quickly you put your cap back on and pull down the brim when you pass the exit gate and the attendee guarding it. As you pass by, Chan notices in his peripheral that it’s Seungkwan again. He doesn’t say a word, but Chan can feel the man’s eyeballs burning a hole in your retreating backs. Among the ambient park noise of Amped Up Autumn, he hears a voice through Seungkwan’s walkie talkie.
“...so gross!”
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kkpwnall · 2 months
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for the kindest, darlingest, most effervescent sen @fragilecapric0rnn 💜 just a little something for you. i’m so proud and grateful to call us friends, you’re thoughtful and hilarious, and so willing to go to the mat for your friends. you’re a brilliant writer and the sweetest cheerleader. i hope you have an incredible day, and an even better year ahead of you, i’m so excited to see where life and writing and everything else takes you!! you deserve the whole world. love you lots <33
It might have been harder to say goodbye if it was a nicer day. If the sun was shining, and the leaves were changing, and a cool autumn breeze blew all around them. Instead Hawkins chewed them up and spit them out the other side like it had so many times before. The sky above them opened up just as they loaded the last of the boxes in the back of the small uhaul, leaving them soaked to the skin as they threw the last of their essentials and themselves into the cab. They left town shivering and laughing uncontrollably, middle fingers out the window. Ecstatic to finally get out of that hometown hell. 
It’s all worth it, driving thousands of miles across the country, towing the beamer behind them. It’s worth it trying to navigate the narrow streets of San Francisco and getting lost at least three times before they find their new apartment. It’s worth the hike uphill from the closest parking spot big enough for the truck, and up another three flights of stairs, when Eddie unlocks the door and gallantly bows him inside. Steve wanders from kitchen to bathroom to bedroom, imaging the bed here, a bookshelf there, the desk under this window. Eddie’s amps and instruments in that corner, Steve’s sport’s equipment in the hall closet near the door, easy to grab. Before coming back to the living room with its big bright windows and view of the bay. 
Tomorrow, their friends will come by to help them unload the truck and unpack, get paid in pizza and beer and belly laughs. In a few days, a few weeks, they’ll settle in, find the grocery store, find jobs. Learn the city and meet their neighbors. In six months, a year, two years, theirs will be the place to crash for anyone visiting, anyone who needs somewhere to stay, somewhere to go.
They’ll argue and make up and struggle, lose friends and jobs and find so much better. They’ll get bad haircuts and grow weird facial hair and make questionable fashion choices. They’ll stay up late crying over things they can’t change and things they can. They’ll celebrate the new year and birthdays and lives cut too short and new ones beginning. They’ll grow and change into people they wouldn’t recognize when they were younger. 
Tonight though, it’s just Steve and Eddie, finally someplace where the ground beneath them won’t open up and try to swallow them whole. Somewhere they can be together and not have to look over their shoulders all the time. Somewhere they can be themselves, be just Steve and just Eddie, and figure all the rest out without a world-ending apocalypse every year. Together.
All the frustration and stress and hoping and wishing and scraping by of the past three years, it’s all worth it when Eddie comes up behind him, wraps his arms around Steve’s waist and hooks his chin over his shoulder. Pulls him close and whispers, “welcome home, sweetheart.”
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Chosen not Fated Chapter 5
Eris x Fem!Reader
Tags: marriage of convenience, rhysand slander, depression, suicidal ideation, slow burn, fake dating
Summary: Tired of a life in the shadow among the inner circle, Rhysand’s younger sister decides to take her life into her own hands and makes a desperate grab for power.
Chapter Summary: Autumn Court courting traditions, and the Eris's hounds
a/n: I am running out of steam with this fic, I'm getting tired from it so I might take a break from writing for a while
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2 days later
I am sitting in my chambers, on the balcony drinking my tea, the night was light enough for me to know it was day everywhere else. The stars in the sky sparkled in the night, dazzling stars waiting to be noticed by someone, to be pointed out by a little child or a couple saying look, look how pretty that star is. Stars remind me that I am not alone, there is always someone looking down at me, I hope he is looking down on me. I hope he understands what I am doing, that I am not betraying him. I am not disloyal, not untrustworthy. 
In my heart I know he understands, He knew me, he knew that I didn’t belong in the Night Court, I wanted him to run away with me, to escape the palace life, not many people would miss the sister of the High Lord, one who had a Bride and heir, I am not needed here. 
A soft blow of air whips at my hair, I look up from my tea to see Eris winnowing in. 
“Dear” he started
“What are you doing here? If my brother sees you” I interrupted, I was panicking, he was in my chambers and if anyone was to walk in they would he Eris in there close to me, Eris would be killed, and I’d have to start all over again. 
“Oh don’t worry about that, I’m here to take you to Autumn” he said easily
“Are you crazy that will start a war” I said, this man is going to give me a heart attack
“Only for a moment, I am not kidnapping you, it is simply a date, this is what you wanted, a proper courting” he said puffing his chest out
“Make it quick” I say
“Oh I do nothing quick, but don’t you worry you’ll be back before anyone notices” he said
“Then let's get going,” I reach out my hand, touching his waist, looking in his eyes as the world shifts around me.
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I haven’t often left Velaris, the last time was when I was under the mountain. Even before that I left sparingly, for the High Lord Summet in Summer, or some ball to show a united front. But I had never been to Autumn. I’ve heard stories from the Inner Circle, it is meant to smell of death, a rotting court of the near dead, a transitional court that is full of tricksters and deceit. I’ve found that every court is full of deceit, no one is only truthful, anyone can lie.
When we finished winnowing, the warmth warms my skin, it perforated it spreading through my body in a way I never could have known. It isn’t the sticky blistering of heat from Summer, but like a warm day with a blistering wind keeping you cool, but never cold. Looking around from where I just arrived, We are in a garden, surrounded by Azaleas, Sunflowers, Roses and Petunias, the growth of trees surrounds the garden, they grow high like giants, looking down upon me and Eris, watching us, judging us like a grandmother might a child.
“Lost in thought?” He said startling me
“It’s beautiful,” I pondered
“Yes, it is,” he said. I look back at him but he is looking at me already. 
“What have you brought me here for,” I said
“A proper courting in Autumn court fashion requires this” he said, pulling out a necklace, it is beautiful, it is shaped like a burst of fire moving around the necklace, the gems simmer in the light, it look like it’s moving. Eris moves behind me leaning in close.
“May I?” he said. I move my hair out of his way, he moves the necklace around my neck, using heat from his hands to melt and reform the necklace to connect permanently to me.
“Is there some hidden significance?” I ask
“Every courting necklace is purely individual to the pair, it is meant to be worn until the wedding ceremony is complete, or the courting is broken off, which rarely ever happens. It shows the longevity and how committed we are to be together” I turn to face him, our bodies close together I can feel the warmth radiating from his body, his hands moved to running comforting circles on my arms. 
“Your serious about this, aren’t you” I joke “It’s only been two days”
“Let’s say I was prepared,” Eris said with a smile. I smile back at him. I hear a bark from in the distance, I look for the the source and see a pack of four foxhounds, bounding towards Eris, 
“Hey girls”, he said, falling to his knees being pounced by the dogs, accepting the kisses the dogs give him
“So these are yours” I say laughing at the sight of my future husband, kneeling on the ground getting bound upon 
“They’ll be your once we get married officially” he said looking up at me 
I kneel next to him, not worrying about the dress I am wearing reaching my hand out carefully at the closest hound, he sniffs my hand carefully before giving it a lick and nudging my hand getting closer before he jumps at me causing my balance to tip and I am in a heap on the floor the dogs licking my face.
“Ok, Ok, girls, off you go” he said, whistling with his fingers near his mouth, the dogs run off bounding together barking and playing together
“I think it is best that I head back now” I say, composing myself, standing uneasily.
“Are you ready for that?” he said his fingers ghosting the necklace welded to my neck
“I have to be, I’ll be fine” I say “there is nothing they can do about it now” I say reassuringly, bringing my hand to hold his near my neck. Letting go I give one last smile before winnowing back to the Night Court
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“Your Compromised” was the first thing that Rhys said to me as I winnowed in from the Autumn Court Gardens, His eyes garling at my neck. 
“Is that so” I retort
“Do you know what that means, who are you married to now” He said 
“I am not married, yet, and the who is Eris, he loves me” I say with determination in my voice “Don’t be naive, Eris doesn’t love you he is attached at the most. And that necklace is a promise of marriage, In autumn women don’t just reject a courting once they are entered in one, the man has to, and if Eris gave you this he intends to marry you” He said dripping with malice. 
“And what if I want to marry him” I say “Why would you want that” He exacerbate
“He will treat me well, I can make my own choice of who to marry, I would have thought that marrying the Heir to a Court would have made you proud”. I say close to tears, I really don’t want to cry, to be emotional right now, It's not like I am really in love with him, and Rhysand can’t stop the engagement if Autumn wants a bride.
“He’s using you,” he said
“Like your not, or anyone who I align myself with is going to use for political power, I’ve accepted that” I say
“And what of your mate” He yelled
“He is dead, there is nothing to do about it, He would want me to move on, I know I will never love someone like I loved him, but I can’t be wallowing in self imposed sadness, I believe that a life with Eris will make me happy, why can’t you be happy for me” I yell back.
“I’m trying to protect you” he said desperately 
“Then let me do this” I plea, I reach out to him, taking his hands and bringing it close to my chest, I don’t like begging, but he needs to know I am willing in this arrangement, that I want this, I know what he is thinking, that I will regret this engagement, that it won’t be suited for me, just like Feyre was with her wedding, it isn’t much different in his head, a woman who is being wed to a Lord that is not her mate feeling forced to be married out of obligation not love. I need him to see it is not an obligation, I need him to see that I am in love, I am not but he needs to believe that, for his own peace of mind. 
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@mcyt-yuri-week Day 1: Break!
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Forest elves were known to come in many shapes and sizes. Gem was a willowy, slender, waifish, faun-looking elf, herself, with pointed ears and delicate antlers and bright red freckles that matched her hair, and thin, unicorn-like hooves and legs. It did mean that brushing her hair meant brushing her hocks, too, but it was such a natural part of life she didn’t even think about it. Despite her slim form, she wasn’t actually particularly tall, nearly every aspect of her small in one regard or another (except her hair, which was wild and curly and bright flashy red).
But she did have big aspirations! Many of her glade were content to build where they’d always built and live how they’d always lived, but Gem was curious about the border where their forest ended, where it rode up against strange lifeforms ethereal and odd. Gem was sure that as an elf, and a faunish one at that, it was a little rich for her to call something else ethereal and odd, but it was true!
At the edge of their forest, right across a broad river that served as a natural border, weird, brightly colored plants grew, moved in ways that plants shouldn’t move, and Gem swore she saw a ruin in there somewhere.
Now, she wasn’t going to try and stake a territory in the alien landscape. She was a braver elf than most but she would not be doing that, no thank you! She’d just set up her base across the river from it, still in her glade’s cozy ancestral home, shoring up the border of their territory (not that the river needed much help. In terms of forest edges that were in danger of being deforested, this one was generally considered one of the safer spans of area).
And go exploring! Sometimes.
Once she’d made a cute, cozy little cottage for herself, fussed around with her garden a bit, and gotten up some of her favorite pieces of art, she had to finally admit that she was stalling. It wasn’t that she wasn’t curious about the strange place! She was! But it also… seemed kinda dangerous, you know?
But it was time to put on her big girl tunic and see what was goin’ on over there! She cinched her leather underbust around her waist and tucked a couple thin vials of health potion into the sturdy straps, laced up her greaves and gauntlets, corralled her hair back into a loose, low ponytail, and set off! Worst comes to worst, she’d down a health potion and dart back home. Of all the elvish traits she’d inherited, being quick hooved with a keen sense of when to get the heck outta somewhere were amongst her strongest. 
But things were off to a good start! The landscape here was beautiful, oh! So much of her wanted to take clippings or seed pods back home with her, though the rational part of her brain knew she should proooobably know a little more about what she was dealing with before she did that. But oh, the pinks and the oranges, the bright vibrant yellows despite autumn still being a ways away, the strange, moving vines and roots that did not radiate any malice or intent. It was gorgeous! 
Now she felt a little silly for taking so long to come out here! Eee, she wished she was a better artist, she wanted to show everybody back home how lovely it was here! 
And the ruins! Definitely human, though Gem didn’t know of any human civilizations that had lived so close to her glade on this side of the forest. It must be a very old ruin indeed! She pranced through them, light on her hooves, giggling to herself as she went. 
The ruins were very, very old, so Gem was quite surprised when she found herself caught in a modern trap.
She yelped as tension snapped around her, a net of string clearly recently-fashioned hoisting her from the earth and leaving her dangling a solid four or five feet above ground.
“Hey!” she shouted, struggling instinctively. Oh this was silly! Now she was glad she was alone! Imagine! Her! An elf! Caught by a simple snare like this! Oh if anyone in her glade saw her like this she would never live it down! 
But a modern trap meant a modern inhabitant. Gem’s blood chilled at the realization, and she then redoubled her efforts to get out. She didn’t know what kind of creature would have the mental acumen and dexterity to make a trap and was crazy enough to live here, but she! Didn’t! Want to know!
She yanked at the strings. It was well-crafted, likely spider silk, and Gem’s palms burned where she pulled and struggled. She kicked at it with her hooves, actually managing to snap a couple pieces here and there, but the net was intelligently made and did not unravel entirely at the loss of a few supports. 
The bad angle wore at her stamina and the rising panic didn’t help at all. Especially since the plants, which had previously laid about so docile, even friendly, seemed like they were moving towards her now! 
“Stay back!” she shouted at them, for all that she knew plants could neither hear nor “think” in the way that people thought. As she might have expected, the slow waves and wiggling of vines and roots went without dissuasion. She sank her teeth into the woven string, gnawing at it with her sharper canines, but the progress she made was frankly pitiful. It seemed she’d snapped all the weakest points, and all that remained was outside her ability to escape. 
Finally, she wore herself out, and hung there, limply, trapped in the net as a fly in an actual web. It was hard to breathe as deeply as her body wanted, all folded in half like she was, one hoof and hock sticking out between the netting with one of the strings biting painfully into her skin, but she was too tired to try and wiggle it back in. She was mortified, too, red faced from exertion and embarrassment both. And one of her antlers was stuck and trying to move her head made the hornbed ache!
It was hard to tell how long she hung there. Not enough time for her to fully catch her breath, but enough that when she heard approaching footsteps, she instinctively turned to look. It pulled on her antler and she let out a small, high pitched noise, wriggling in her bindings once again.
“Oh!” came a woman’s voice, “Hyello!”
“Hi,” Gem said, half-breathless and irritable. “Let me down.” 
“Well I almost wouldn’t need to!” The woman spoke with a strange accent, one Gem really hadn’t heard before, and she hung aggravatingly juuuuust in Gem’s peripherals. “You went and broke my trap! Not very polite of you.”
“What’s not polite is leaving me hanging here in a net!” Gem shouted, struggling again. 
The woman laughed at her, the jerk, but thankfully gave a, “I know, I know, I’m just messin’ with you. Hold still, here, hup!”
Movement, the net swaying, and then there was the release of some mechanism and Gem and the woman both dropped to the ground, the one on the outside of the net landing nicely on her feet. 
“Ow,” Gem deadpanned, far less amused with this situation than her captor/savior.
“You’re an interesting looking stranger. Are you from here?”
“I’m from across the river,” Gem said, accepting the help to sit up and detangle herself from the net. “I was just exploring. Are you from here?”
“No,” she said with a bright shrug. “I am living here now though, I suppose. I’m researching the area.”
Gem grunted and started trying to unhook the webbing from her antlers. As she did, she surveyed her new… whoever this was.
By all accounts, she looked like an ordinary human woman (and what indignity, an elf caught in a human trap!). Long, pale brown hair that hung halfway down her biceps. Thick, sturdy-made green overalls and a well made cotton shirt beneath. Big, sturdy stompin’ boots. Everything the woman wore (and netted, apparently) seemed to be fashioned for durability.
…Gem had been staring at her strong arms long enough she’d made out fine little hairs on her skin. Probably should look somewhere else. 
“Thanks,” she said, less irritable now that she wasn’t strung from a tree, “for helping me down.”
“Awh, sorry for snatchin’ you up in the first place! I’m trying to catch one of the little scuttlers, the one I’ve been researching got out and it’s been awful trying to get it back again.”
“Scuttlers?”
“That’s what I’m calling them! Here, come inside, I’ll show you my research lab.”
Now, Gem was an adult woman. She was smart enough to know it wasn’t always wise to follow a stranger to a secondary location. Especially after that stranger had already caught her in one trap.
But this stranger had also let her out of the trap. And she was a pretty woman. Surely pretty women had no nefarious purposes. And besides, Gem, like, owed her or something. It’d be rude not to go.
“Sorry again about your trap,” she mentioned, glancing at the broken remains before following.
“No worries! It was getting old, anyway.”
“Mm. Hey, what’s your name? I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.”
“Oh yeah! I’m your friendly resident Pearlo! Call me Pearl,” she said cheerfully, whirling around to outstretch her hand.
Gem took it in hers, strong, callused human fingers clasping firmly around dainty elvish ones.
“Call me Gem,” she echoed.
“Hey, listen to that! Gem and Pearl, we get one more and we’ll have a whole jewelry box.”
Gem laughed, and noticed that Pearl had not released her hand in order to resume walking her inside. They were holding hands now. Pearl didn’t even seem to notice it, so it was probably natural and nothing important to her. It should’ve felt natural and unimportant to Gem, too, she’d held lots and lots of hands before and it had never meant anything particularly special.
But, well, you see, Gem was not immune to Pretty Lady. 
She followed her into one of the ruined structures, which was not so ruined on the inside, and listened as Pearl discussed her research. The “scuttler” was some sort of guard dog for one of those ancient underground cities, barking whenever passerby tread too loudly and alerting the alarm system, and eventually a huge beast. Gem listened with one cheek propped up on her fist, watching Pearl walk about her laboratory with the occasional “mhm” or “oh really?” to keep her going.
It was when Pearl said a particularly silly joke with a toss of her hair and a cock of her hip that Gem realized, “Oh, you’re trying to impress me!”
Pearl shocked still, mouth hanging open and eyes blown wide, and Gem giggled to see her blush.
“No, no,” she rushed to follow up, “keep going.” She tilted her head so her bright curls spilled over her shoulder and smiled with a flutter of her eyelashes. “It was working.”
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cellophaine · 1 year
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howdy!! could i request a Foggy’s younger sister x Matt fic where she comes to visit them for the holidays? :)) Foggy’s protective of his sister, Matt is a huge flirt, and the sister thinks it’s fun to tease both of them! thank you 😌♥️
Reunion
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Foggy's Adopted Sister!F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff.
Author's Note: It’s 11 months too late, but I hope you’ll enjoy it! I'm all tapped out.
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The yellow cab came to a stop before the familiar building, easing you into the comforting reverie of being home. The exterior had mostly stayed the same in the past year, except for the semi-new posters on the windows. The dark green sign remained unchanged, slightly fading from the weather.
Nelson's Meat. You are here.
Snow dusted the cold air, falling over you like the finest gossamer. The little white flakes melted on your nose at the first touch. You thanked the taxi driver for helping you with your suitcase, and soon you were left alone before the shop on the vacant street. The warm light illuminated from the inside was inviting, coaxing your feet to step forward to the door. You took a moment to brace yourself, taking in a deep breath. Your body shuddered faintly from the cold that slowly seeped through the layers of your clothes. After a year of living and working abroad alone, you missed your adopted family. Your arrival was no secret, but your family didn't expect you until the next day. Your knuckles rapped on the glass door; the scene inside was shielded from your vision by the blind. The door opened, and your brother, Frank, or as you so lovingly called Foggy, greeted you with the biggest smile. Your name was an excited shout in true Foggy's fashion.
"If this isn't the prodigy daughter! I thought you wouldn't be here until tomorrow?"
He pulled you into a crushing hug, lifting you off the ground. You held onto him with both arms, squealing as you tried to explain.
"I wanted to surprise everyone!"
An onslaught of delighted cheers and calls rushed at you the moment Foggy ushered you through the door, out of the claws of the late autumn. He followed closely behind, taking your suitcase in with him. You were pulled into one hug after another, and each member of your family squeezed you until you were sure there would be imprints of their hugs on your back. You tried your best to keep up with the questions, their overflowing enthusiasm for your foreign experience, and the stories from home that were thrown at you.
You parted from your uncle, smiling bashfully at his genuine excitement that you had a safe trip home. Over his shoulder, from the peripheral of your vision, you saw him stepping into the room. The sight of Matt was unexpected, to say the least. You hadn't seen him since the day you left for Sweden. Before you were fully aware of what you were about to do, you took long, haste steps and jumped into Matt's arms, giving him a big hug.
"Matt! You're here?"
He wrapped his arms around you, embracing you with just as much enthusiasm.
"Your brother invited me. Apparently, he deems ordering takeouts on a Thanksgiving evening too pathetic."
You snorted as an easy smile graced the corners of his lips. You pulled back to truly take him in; your eyes ran over his endearing features. Matt hadn't changed much in the past year, but you noticed the subtle difference in his frame. You could feel the firmness of his muscle over the thin material of his white dress shirt. You stayed locked in each other's hold, your hands on his shoulder and biceps, his hands on your waist with the soft back-and-forth brush of his thumb. You thought of that day at the airport, how he surprised you just by being there, and even more so when he pulled you into a tight embrace and held onto you as if he couldn't let you go.
Foggy cleared his throat, and you turned to your brother. He gave you a strange look, his eyes widened as if to ask a question you didn't have the answer to, and you let go of Matt. Your brother was all too eager to steer you to the kitchen, going on about how you must try his eggnog recipe with a twist. The tale of how he used absinthe that one time fell on deaf ear as you glanced over your shoulder to see Matt where you had left him. He seemed to know that you were looking at him, tipping his head as if to tell you that he would be okay.
In the kitchen, a glass of eggnog without absinthe, as Foggy assured, was shoved in your hands. The night went smoothly as you traded stories and started a weirdly competitive game of Pictionary, enjoying your drinks as you waited for dinner to be ready.
After a while, your skin prickled with sweat and warmth from the drink in the room full of people. You excused yourself, going to the kitchen for a glass of water. You were staring at the golden brown turkey in the oven when Matt entered the room with empty hands. You asked if he wanted a beer, to which he nodded. You drew one from the fridge and popped it open by placing the edge of its cap on the counter before handing it to him. You leaned on the kitchen counter, and Matt did the same. Moments passed when neither of you said anything, contentedly basking in the quiet. You tipped your head towards him and whispered, even though the two of you were alone, in the kitchen rich with delicious smells.
"How have you been?"
He gave a casual shrug.
"I've been busy. Things have been picking up at the office. I'm just glad that we have more clients to foot the bills now."
You hummed in agreement. Foggy told you all about it during your weekly call. You glanced at Matt's hand on the beer bottle, seeing the skin on his knuckles scattered in white scars. The sight of them somehow reminded you of when Foggy was at Columbia and would sometimes bring Matt with him home. Matt was skinnier then, always in baggy Columbia sweatshirts or soft sweaters, always timid around your big, loud family. From time to time, the sight of his red and blistered knuckles wouldn't escape your perceptive eyes. When you asked about it, he always blamed it on his clumsiness, and how he too often pushed himself too hard at the gym. You had your suspicion but never asked out of respect for his boundaries. He seemed uncomfortable whenever you pointed out his injuries.
Matt looked different now. His dark hair grew longer, tousled on top and curled slightly at the nape of his neck. The stubble added a ruggedness to his sculpted face, accentuated by a smile sweet enough to make your heart race. Your eyes travelled down to the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, displaying his fuzzy forearms. Continued the path downward were his hands; the veins were prominent on the slightly red skin. And how could you forget the scars?
You nudged his shoulder teasingly.
"Still up to no good, I see."
Matt turned to you, a questioning look on his face. His brows raised, peeking over the red glasses he wore. You brought your hand to his knuckles, brushing against the calloused skin. Matt inhaled deeply as a shiver rolled down his spine, bathing him in a warm rush of blood as it went straight to his traitorous heart. Your touch was soft and tender, a gentle swipe over his brutal achievement. His cheeks warmed at the barely-there contact.
"I'm just … clumsy. Maybe I do need a guide dog."
"Dogs are cute! And helpful! I can imagine a little Labrador being your sidekick."
You cooed, imagining a lovely pup always perching at his feet. Matt shook his head.
"I don't think I'm a dog person, so …."
"Wow! How dare you?"
You said it with so much seriousness that it made Matt laugh out loud. His laugh was contagious, and you joined him, a burst at the ridiculous and unfunny joke. Your shoulders touched as your bodies swayed in the other's direction. Your hand still lingered on his when Foggy walked in. At the sight of your brother, you abruptly pulled your hand back, which earned another scrutinizing look from him. He stared at you and Matt, at the distance between you two, and his eyes narrowed.
"What's going on?"
You lifted a shoulder, casting an innocent smile at your brother.
"Nothing! We're just catching up."
Matt took a swig of his beer as you sipped your water.
"Doesn't look like it to me."
A call for Foggy from the living room reached the three of you, but he didn't care to answer. It seemed he didn't want to leave despite the persistent call, his expression full of concern. You silently gestured for him to go on, yet he didn't move an inch. An awkward air cast over the three of you until your mother barged in.
"Come on, we've been calling you!"
Foggy turned to his mom, nudging his head in the direction of where you and Matt huddled together.
"But I can't leave them there."
With a wave of her hand, your mother dismissed Foggy's silly concern.
"Yes, you can. Don't be a buzzkill. Let them catch up."
Despite his resistance, Foggy was dragged away. You chuckled, shaking your head.
"I missed him, even with his overprotectiveness."
A lightbulb went off in your head.
"I missed teasing him most of all."
Matt's head tipped forward as he laughed, making a few strands of hair fall over his forehead. Your hands itched to feel them in the guise of pushing them back.
"Why do I feel like you're involving me in this?"
"Because I am. Do you trust me?"
You leaned close, and Matt could smell the faint daisy of your perfume. He swallowed hard, nodding.
"I do."
And let you hold his wrist, guiding him to the living room, where your family was still very much engaged in Pictionary. You chose to stand near the snack table, which was in Foggy's line of vision. Your arms touched, and you had to reign in the slight shiver that threatened to break.
Matt leaned in as if to tell you a secret. His husky voice stroked the growing excitement and nervousness in the pit of your stomach.
"Is he looking?"
You pretended to trail your eyes over the game, taking in the sight of a grumpy Foggy. It was obvious that he didn't like how close his friend was to his sister.
"Yes, and he doesn't look too happy about it."
Matt pulled you closer by your arm, keeping his face close to yours. From the look of anyone who didn't know what you were up to, you looked comfortable with one another, borderline intimate. Warm puffs of air tickled your ear, sending a pleasant chill down your spine.
"Is this okay?"
You touched his hand, which still lingered on your arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"It's more than okay."
Surprised by your honesty, the tips of Matt's ears turned pink. You couldn't help the flush that crept onto your face, and you were glad Matt couldn't see how deep the blush was. He cleared his throat, changing the direction of your conversation.
"So … are you going back there after Thanksgiving?"
You nodded before verbalizing your confirmation.
"Yes, I am. In three days. I have to wrap up my quarter's work before the holidays."
"Are you staying there for Christmas? Spending it with someone special?
If you didn't know any better, you would think Matt was testing to see if you were seeing someone. You bit back a smile.
"I'm planning to come home for Christmas and New Year. And uhm, no boyfriend.”
Matt nodded a little too eagerly.
"What about you? Do you have anyone in your life?"
"No. I haven't dated anyone seriously for a long time."
"Oh."
Relief was the last reaction you expected, but your heart skipped a beat, surprising you. The few out-of-place strands fell again, and you couldn't help yourself this time. Your hand grazed Matt's strong jawline, beckoning him to fully turn to you. He obliged, and you swept the hair back, watching his face soften in genuine wonder.
Your mom called everyone to the dining room as dinner was ready, breaking you out of the stupor. You led Matt to the table with his hand resting in the crook of your arm. Matt pulled out a chair for you, like the gentleman he was, and went to take a seat beside you. Foggy tried to slot himself in between, asking if you needed another drink, to which you declined. Theo pulled Foggy away with a warning look, making him sit on the other side of the table. You helped Matt with his plate, filling him in on what was on the table. The dinner carried on, and you continued to have a good time with Matt; the scheme of making Foggy mad was only a distant thing in the back of your mind.
The night ended, almost everyone left, and Matt decided it was his time to go. Despite Foggy's eager assistance to call Matt a cab, he took on your offer to walk him home instead. So you walked side-by-side through the quiescent neighbourhood with his hand on your arm, accompanied by the occasional taps of his cane on the snowy ground. You reminisced about the old days when you attended Columbia just two years behind Foggy and Matt. How Matt would always have something for you to snack on when your stomach grumbled. How he would wait for you and walk you home from your late study sessions at the library. You both chuckled at the present when the roles were reversed before allowing the reticence to settle.
After one and a half blocks, Matt broke the comfortable silence.
"After New Year, are you thinking of staying there for good?"
You took a moment even though deep down you already knew the answer.
"I'm not sure yet. They're giving me a few weeks to decide. I love working there, but … I also missed New York."
Matt hummed softly in response to your answer. He took a deep breath and exhaled before giving voice to his honest thought. So low and small that you almost missed it.
"Then maybe you should come back here."
A suspicion nagged at you, and you knew you would keep wondering about it if you didn't act on it.
"Why are you so curious about whether I stay or not?"
Matt stopped, and you ceased your steps with him.
"Do you want my honest answer?"
Your heart pounded in your chest. Gone was his playful manner, making way for a reserved, more solemn tone.
"Yes, of course."
His mouth opened and closed again. He had a tough time choosing a suitable response, doing his best to construe his complicated thoughts and transparent feelings into words that could bear the weight of the past year. No, the past years that he had known you.
"It's– I would love it if … you stayed here. But the decision is yours and I … I just want you to be happy with wherever you choose."
It wasn't something you expected. If you had to be honest, it wasn't something you expected from Matt. His answer felt personal, like a love letter on the mantle, unopened, but always there where its intended receiver could find and delve into the lovely words transcribed from unspoken feelings.
It took you a few moments, but eventually, you found your voice.
"Do you think I can find that here? My happiness?"
"Of course."
You didn't bother to hold back your bashful smile, reflecting Matt's own. The two of you started walking again, and you nudged his shoulder.
"I'll let you know my decision within a few business days."
His lighthearted chuckle was woven in the wind, the sound of it free and unchained. His apartment came into view, and you wished it was much, much farther away. When you reached the familiar building, you turned to him, watching the little puffs of smoke wafting around his pretty face.
"Thank you for playing along with me back there."
The deep timbre of his soft laugh and his broad smile warmed you from the inside out. Much more effective than Foggy's eggnog-without-absinthe.
"No worries. I had a good time teasing Foggy. I'm not looking forward to going in on Monday, though."
Your inside churned with giddiness for the thousand times that night. Why did this feel so easy, being around Matt? You came home with the intention of visiting your family, yet you found something you didn't know you had. It felt natural, like your reflexes. Your action was an extension of that as you stood on your tiptoe, adorning a kiss on Matt's cheek. When you pulled back, the grin on his red-tinted face was full of adoration. You had no doubt that you were blushing, too.
"Goodnight, Matt."
Your whisper was feather-soft, as if you were afraid you could ruin the moment by talking too loudly. Matt's hand lingered on your arm, holding onto the felt of your coat like he didn't want to let you go, just like that day at the airport. You took a few steps backward with reluctance; your eyes committed the sight of him to your memories. You looked back after a good distance away, and you could see Matt standing where you had left him, gazing in your direction. An unspoken promise in between.
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Title: For The First Time
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
Word count: 2013
Warnings: Fluff and smut with the barest of plot. Digital sex (f!receiving); protected PiV sex (wrap it up folks); pet names and endearments. Reader is unnamed (Jack calls her “Sunshine”) and undescribed but does wear a skirt. No use of Y/N.
Notes: This is absolutely, purely self-indulgent. Today is the sixth anniversary of me seeing The Golden Circle in theaters and this big dumb cowboy taking over my brain, so yeah. Reader is still totally undescribed but I’d be lying if I said this one wasn’t written with me in mind.
For @ladamedusoif and @julesonrecord. 💜
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You’d always laughed when someone described their type as “tall, dark, and handsome”, but the first time you saw him, you’d realized that maybe that was your type, too.
Or maybe it was the whole cowboy thing. After all, those dark eyes wouldn’t look quite so dark if they weren’t under that broad-brimmed Stetson, would they? And maybe he wouldn’t be so tall if it weren’t for the heeled Western boots?
He didn’t need the getup to be handsome, though.
The flash of white teeth under the thick, well-groomed moustache. The soft-looking skin speckled with freckles. The long neck giving way to broad shoulders and a sinfully slim waist…
“Everything alright, Sunshine?”
You blink once, twice. Find it in you to paste on your best customer service smile, but it doesn’t feel as fake as usual. “Just fine. Sorry. You caught me daydreaming.” His own grin brightens. “What can I do for you?”
He rests an elbow on your counter, hip cocked as he crosses his ankles. It’s such a stereotypical cowboy move you almost laugh, but you hold it together. “How many times have you and I had this same conversation?”
“Going on every day for two weeks now, Jack.” You smirk, despite yourself. “There is absolutely no way you need gas for that truck that often.”
“No, you’re right,” he replies, eyes twinkling. “So what else do you think I’m doin’ here every day?”
You know what he’s doing. You’ve known since day…what was it, three? when he clumsily and adorably made every excuse in the world to stand at your counter until your next customer showed up.
But did you want to accept it?
“Jack, I… What do you want from me?”
“A date, Sunshine.” Your name was clear as day on the name tag affixed to your sweater, but if Jack noticed it, he’d never acknowledged it. You’d been “Sunshine” from the moment your eyes met. 
You didn’t really want it any other way.
“A…date?” Your eyes threaten to fall out of your head. “Jack, you—we— You don’t even know me.”
“The point of a date, darlin’.” He tips his hat back with a knuckle, and the sun from the window beside you highlights his features.
Jesus fuck, he’s beautiful.
“Listen, I’m not gonna push ya, but I gotta be honest.” He blows out a soft breath. “Been a long time since I…since I had the urge to ask a girl out. And if you say no, I will understand, and I promise to leave you alone, but I just… Over the last two weeks I got to thinkin’ you might not say no.”
None of your coworkers knew Jack other than as that guy who came in for gas and maybe some beer. You’d done some gentle snooping, but beyond polite “Good morning”s and “thank you”s, no one remembered him being particularly chatty with anyone else.
He’s still watching you, not staring, nothing uncomfortable like that, but his gaze still unwavering. “What did you have in mind, Jack?”
You should have known the sweet cowboy was an old-fashioned romantic. First a movie (some ridiculously campy spy comedy that the two of you spent the whole thing giggling over like teenagers while his fingers crept over your knee to link with yours) and then dinner at a nice-but-not-too-nice restaurant nearby.
You’re full to bursting, the sweet taste of the chocolate cake Jack had insisted on sharing with you lingering on your tongue as he pays the check and leads you out, his hand resting on the small of your back. The cool, early-Autumn air hits you as you step out, and the involuntary shiver that crawls down your back has him shrugging out of his denim jacket and tossing it over your shoulders.
It’s heavy, warm, scented with cedarwood and tobacco. The smell goes right to your head, your heart, and other parts of you you assumed had long-since gone dormant. His fingers slip through yours, too easily, and you instantly tighten your grip as you smile up at him.
“I’m glad you said yes, Sunshine,” he says softly. “This was nice.”
“‘Was’?” you echo. “Is it over?”
You stop at a crosswalk on the way to the parking lot, and Jack turns a little to face you. “Isn’t it?”
He had the guts to ask you out; you can find it in you to take the next step. You’re both adults, right? Worst he can say is no…
“Would you like to come to my apartment, Jack?”
His hand flexes in yours. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.
“If I come to your place, Sunshine,” he murmurs, leaning close, “I won’t wanna leave until the sun comes up.”
You reach up to brush a stray hair out of his eyes and back under the Stetson. “That soon?”
Each new thing you learn about Jack tells you that his smooth, easygoing personality extends beyond just that. He’s got the door closed and you pinned to it in one move, his hands under your blouse and his tongue past your teeth like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Are you sure, baby?” His warm breath ghosts over your jawline as he drags his lips right behind. “Need you to tell me.”
“Jack, for the love of god, fuck me.”
You’re surprised at your own candor, but he takes you at your word, tugging your skirt up around your hips as he hitches you over his waist, the wall behind you giving him leverage and you support. You hear the tear of your panties and you have the fleeting thought of how it’s the single most erotic sound you’ve ever heard…
And then Jack’s fingers find you and the groan he lets out at the feel of your wet, hot center tops that last sound by miles.
“Christ, baby, you’re so wet for me already.”
“Been…been wet for you since you touched my knee at the theater,” you hiss, hitching your hips against his hand. “Jack, please.”
“Oh, this ain’t gonna work, Sunshine.” Before you can figure out what he means, he spins you both and crashes you to the couch, his hands bracketing your fall before his fingers find their way between your legs again.
You loop your knee over his waist, the heel of your shoe hitting against his belt as he finger-fucks you into oblivion. You don’t know how he’s doing it so well, his lips devouring yours even as he hooks one, two, three fingers into you like you’re made for it. He curls and pumps and twists until you’re writhing, gasping, near-shrieking beneath him but he never gives in, not until your muscles are tight and your back is arched and his hand is soaked in you.
“Thatta girl,” he murmurs, his teeth scraping over the plush of your lower lip. His cocoa-brown eyes are black with lust as he pulls his fingers from you and lets you taste yourself on them. “Think you have another for me?”
“J-Jack,” you stammer. “I want…”
“What do you want, beautiful?”
You bring your hand to his face, and he kisses the pad of your thumb as it brushes his lips. “You, Jack. I want you.”
The world moves at twice-speed and slow-motion all at once as he climbs off you to undress. You do the same, both of your clothes falling into a puddle together at the side of the couch. While he goes to his wallet for a condom (“Ready for this, were we, Mr. Daniels?” you tease and he just winks at you), you take in the sight of him.
Broad shoulders and slender waist notwithstanding, he’s even more gorgeous out of all those layers. Even more freckles dot his skin along his chest, down to his soft pooch of a tummy. Hair even darker than on his head curls thickly around his cock, larger in all ways than any man you’ve seen before. You’re grateful to know his three fingers fit you well, because it’s at least that once he takes you completely. You reach out and trace a fingertip around a scar that looks suspiciously like a gunshot wound close to his knee, and he looks down at you, one hand carefully sheathing the rubber in place.
“A lifetime ago.” He answers the question you don’t ask, and you nod slightly. “Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous, you know that?”
You feel the heat in your cheeks. You’re not, you never have been—but when he says it, it feels truthful. His eyes take you in, from toes to face, and he smiles. “I mean it,” he says, when he meets your eyes. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
“Jack.”
His name is the trigger word, and he joins you again, the couch barely big enough for both of you but he makes it work. He kisses a line down your throat, between your breasts, before he comes back up to your mouth as his hand notches the tip of his cock at your entrance.
“Ready, Sunshine?”
“Ready, cowboy.”
It’s pain and pleasure, ache and beauty as he fills you completely in one easy thrust. When he locks into place against your hips, he sighs, your name passing his lips for the first time since you met, his eyes finding yours again as he smiles warmly.
“Hi, there.”
You giggle, locking your ankles around his thighs. “Are you real, Jack?”
He nudges your chin with his nose, his lips pressing to the pulse point on your throat. “Real as can be, Sunshine.”
You both lose your words as he rocks into you, finding a rhythm that instead has you breathing heavily in perfect sync. Jack’s moustache is chafing your lips, but you don’t care. Your nails are leaving marks on his shoulder, but he seems to care about as much as you.
“Darlin’,” he grunts, his eyes heavy-lidded as he lifts his head to look at you again. “Jesus Christ you’re squeezin’ me so good I don’t know if I’m gonna last.”
You lift your hands from his shoulders to card your fingers through his hair, holding him tight as you kiss him hard. “Don’t wait for me, Jack,” you murmur against him. “Let go.”
As you say the words, you shift your hips just so, and you feel the shudder that goes through his body as he hits the apex. He goes still, his teeth marking the soft skin of your clavicle as he stiffens in your arms, his hips stuttering. The movements are enough to get you there, and just as his climax is subsiding you cry out and ride through your own.
You leave Jack boneless and breathless on the couch, padding naked to the bathroom to pee and grab a washcloth. Once you’re done with yourself, you take a second one out to him, your hands gentle and easy as you clean him up.
“Isn’t that the man’s job?” he teases you, his softening cock twitching at your touch.
“Didn’t take you as one to conform to gender roles,” you reply. “Left over from the cowboy days, is it?”
“Sunshine, you can take charge anytime.” You wink as you go to toss the rag in the laundry, and when you come back, he grabs your hand and pulls you down on top of him. It isn’t needy or sexual this time—he simply wraps you in his arms and tucks you under his chin.
“Thank you for tonight,” he says, warm and genuine. “For the ridiculous movie, for the delicious dinner…and for you.”
You smile, your fingers dancing over a cluster of freckles just under the hollow of his throat. “Jack?”
“Mm?”
“You said you hadn’t asked any girl out in a long time.” Your voice is quiet, nervous. “Why me?”
He’s silent for a long moment, his lips pressed into the top of your hair.
“Because,” he whispers finally. “I just… You saw me.”
You don’t know what he means. Or maybe you do.
Snuggling deeper into his embrace, you kiss his chest.
For the first time in a really long time—you’re happy.
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