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[jjungxkook]

blackout (halloween drabble) | jjk

⇥ pairing: roommate!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: est rel, roommate and college au, fluff, crack, smut

⇥ rating: 18+

⇥ warnings: really just the tiniest hint of angst, but otherwise just crack and fluff I think, spooky szn, he's the Joker and she's Harley Quinn, lame college party, the gang is there, forest stuff, reader is a bit sad and disappointed in jk but he redeems himself!, kissing, sexy times, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, jerking off, fingering, sex in a janitor's closet haha, ass love, and yeah!!

⇥ wc: 5.4k!

⇥ author’s notes: happy early halloween! I will be busy next week, so I thought I could post this one already. also, since it's been one! damn!! year!!! since I dropped anything at all (sry!!). I promise Encore is on its way, so enjoy this in the meantime. very unedited and I started it just yesterday, so pls no hate haha okay that's it!! love you!!!

⇥ summary: Jungkook and you seek a carefree and calm Halloween this year, until it turns into this… nightmare.

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Jungkook’s make up is smudged beyond repair… And you strongly guess you aren’t faring any better.

Your costumes are basic to their core. In the past hour alone, you’ve seen half a dozen of you. Jungkook rubs at the eyeshadow above the apple of his cheek, smearing the black some more.

He looks like the Joker at the end of his mental capacity. A worse mess than DC’s character already is. Only, Jungkook is still rocking the look – one damn kink of yours if you had a specific one. It’s the loosened tie… the purple coat–

You feel at home in your own role. Sporting the peroxide blonde hair, tied in two tails, one ending in a faded blue, and the other in a dim pink. You purchased colored hair sprays just for today, but can’t wait to wash the chemicals out of your hair.

Jungkook ruined one of the pigtails approximately an hour ago, and it hasn’t recovered since then, no matter how hard you tried to fix it. In truth, you didn’t mind the tugging at that moment anyway.

How could you? Not with the endorphins pumping through you at lightspeed, enhanced by the darkness around you at that stupid college party.

The student representatives organized this year’s big fete, though they must have forgotten to add the fun factor to it. Because the party was lame: the bar was filled with students from various departments, but most of them remained either sober or wound up broke.

Because the drinks were painfully expensive. The numbers on your bills spooked through your mind when you looked at the price, further frustrated when you realized that they weren’t selling much more than dry, small pizza and flavorless toast.

Once again, for an outrageous price.

Halfway through, the two of you snuck to a bathroom, relying on each other’s company alone. But the toilet cabinets were either taken or unspeakably disgusting – so in the rush, you settled for the pitch dark janitor’s closet instead.

You could barely see his silhouette in there, half sober, but not quite acting like it. Intoxicated by how he suckled on your neck, more a vampire than the Joker. Or by how he probably bruised your thighs, your shorts and tights down to your knees, much like his green pants.

You remember the whispers in the dark. The quiet “Wanna pound you into the mattress” and the “We should really go home.” Accompanied by the way he rubbed his cock against your stomach, body inches from you as his fingers dug into your pussy.

But you wouldn’t make it home yet, because his movements were too rapid to stop. The tears pricking your eyes too prominent. The hand around your neck wouldn’t stop pressing in, and you were firmly fixated on jerking him off to the end.

There was no way you were going to go home yet.

When he kissed you, you could taste both your lipsticks on your tongues. And then, cheek against the wall, ass out as he slammed his thick cock into your tight space, you tasted all the spice and sweetness he could offer.

God, a fucking man starved.

You still feel how his thighs held yours together, and your ass cheeks still burn from the palm and nails scratching, slapping, squeezing the flesh…

You tried your best to fix your make up afterwards, but you looked like modern art in the worst way, eyeliner and mascara dry on your face. The Joker’s cheek scars reach to his ears now. And as you look at him now, you still shiver.

His sweat-soaked mane hasn’t fully dried yet, a bit longer than weeks ago. Gives him that wet-hair look you usually enjoy after his showers. And behind the collar of his dress shirt, you still catch a glimpse of the lipstick print he wanted before you went out.

“Here,” he’d said, pointing to his thick, bare neck, adorned by a vein, “I’ll even open a button of my shirt just for this.”

And you were absolutely ready to mark your territory – it seemed he was just as enthusiastic about it. That is, before you forgot and then rectified your mistake in that bar bathroom. He can flex it now after all…

Anyway. Where were you again?

Right. The purple coat.

There’s something incredibly insane about how he’s draped it over his shoulder, both hands in the pockets of his pants. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, his arms veiny and strong. A full lower lip is light red now; your make out session made the bright red fade.

And the goddamn black around his eyes… he could throw the mildest statement at you, and you’d probably still be intimidated.

Could almost distract you from why you refused to give that neck kiss in the first place. Or why you were veiling your true mood.

“What are we gonna do now?” Jungkook asks, nudging your elbow.

“What do you mean? You’re not tired?”

But you understand the idiocy of your question the moment it tumbles out – you’re asking the wrong man. This guy, you have well noticed, does not sleep until late in the night. And a healthy sleep schedule becomes even more of a foreign concept on holidays.

So you’re not surprised when he blows a raspberry and almost mockingly responds, “It’s not even midnight.”

“That’s late, Jungkook,” you still try.

“Not on Halloween.” Yeah. Just what you thought. “Besides, we need to wait for the witching hour. Wanna see the ghosts come out and whatnot.”

You laugh, the scolding hidden behind the smile. “Kook…”

“We could play Uno again!” He suggests, but you instantly scrunch up your nose. Most of the time, he wins – it’s probably why he enjoys it so much. But his next idea is worse. “Or Until Dawn.”

“No way,” you shoot. “You know what’s gonna happen, right?”

Judging the conniving smirk, more daunting with the eerie make up on, you guess he knows very well. He must remember last Halloween as well as you do.

Back when you let him convince you into watching Silent Hill with him, you were already at the edge, but – the sudden knocks at your door and impatient ringing of your bell didn’t help.

You jumped in place, accidentally kicking his shin and nearly knocking over the popcorn. You shed an immediate tear, convinced your heart was going to give out. Jungkook, between the cries of ache, was chuckling, and soon holding your head to his heart.

The cursing against his chest is cemented in your mind; you remember that he turned the movie off for you and switched to something tamer on Disney+.

“We’re together now, Pumpkin,” he tries to argue. “I’ll kiss your fears away.”

You’ll admit, you like the tone of it. It hasn’t been very long, so any term concerning your togetherness covers your skin in chills. And considering how it’s Halloween, the nickname gains just a bit more warmth, too.

But you stay resolute, dodging his constant nudging as you repeat, “No way!”

Your words stop Jungkook in his tracks. The laugh disappears and even his eyes change. Maybe you came off too strong, because behind the mask of the Joker, he looks insecure and taken aback.

“Are you… Okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer.

You pull down the crop top under your open jacket, clearing your throat when the movement forces his eyes to your chest, right where the shirt stretches over your tits. Folding your arms in front of your torso, you raise your chin in the confidence that’s barely there.

You lie, “Yes. Why?”

“You’re acting like you were before we left. Then you were okay at the party.” He points into a random direction, presumably the one you came from. You don’t know how many turns you took since then, but you’re near the woods now. “Now you’re not anymore again.”

“I’m fine!”

Oops. Too strong again. Maybe the built up frustration and disappointment aren’t gone after all. You thought the evening might change something – apparently not.

Once again, he asks, “Are you sure?”

You stay silent. Look away, haphazardly across the street. The street lamps illuminate the dark path, covered in leaves, surrounded by trees. Has a real Halloween feel to it.

You watch ghosts stroll past you. Some of the students on campus still carry a young, tender spirit, cutting holes in thin blankets to drape them over their bodies. It makes you smile.

But then you look back at Jungkook and immediately wish you had a cloth hiding your true emotions, too. Because when his eyes pierce those dejected holes into your body, you finally cave in.

“You… you know that I was top of my class, right?” You avert your stare, but then decide to focus on his chin instead. “Mr Kim liked my paper so much that he even offered that I join his research? And he’s like, very cherished in the Sociology community?”

Aside from the wind, nature and the world go quiet for a second, just when you do, but then you say, “So it’s a huge opportuni–”

“I know… You told me.”

Oh. So he remembers.

“So I told you,” your voice is quieter now, “and you just… didn’t seem to care? You haven’t spoken about it or asked even once. Not even what the research is on.”

Like a parrot, he repeats, “I know. I… I got busy with my own exams and…”

He stops midway and you wait. Maybe there’s more to come… Or maybe not. He doesn’t budge. You feel your heart drop… You assumed he had forgotten or that you might’ve hallucinated telling him about it. 

But the fact that he remembers, yet doesn’t have it in him to care hurts.

You swallow hard and then sigh, unable to say much more than you already have. He, yet again, purls, “I’m sorry.”

How shitty.

You’ve always helped him with his assignment, each time he needed any aid. He reciprocated it, no doubt, but. Now that you think about it, he distanced himself the moment you got this news and forwarded it to him.

You feel horrible. If you physically could, if you weren’t frozen in place, you’d pour out your heart to him. But all you know is that your mood has dropped to the Earth’s core, your mouth barely open when–

A rough tug pulls you away from Jungkook’s body. You stumble, almost tripping over your own feet, and yelp. There’s no way to still catch your bag mid-air, because whatever culprit snatched it off your shoulder, is already running away.

And into the dense forest. Fuck.

You use all your throat’s might to scream your lungs out, screeching at the perpetrator, “What the fuck!!”

“Hey!” Jungkook yells in kind, following right behind you the moment you start to sprint.

The asphalt is easier to tackle than the forest, though. The ground is soft, still a little damp from the rain of the last days. And the white-black-red Harley Quinn boots with their thick heels do not help.

You chase the figure – he’s tall, a bit too fast for you. Wearing a mask that you’re sure was… green?

You swear and pant when he picks up on pace, and throw more insults into his direction when he takes a sharp, sudden right. Jungkook jogs past you when you look over your shoulder for him, instructing quickly, “I’ll trap him from the left!”

And then, he’s gone. No. What?

“No, I– you can’t leave me alone!” Nothing comes back. Shit, your boyfriend wants you dead. “Fuck.”

With a shake of your head and a deep inhale of a breath, you move. Perhaps you’re too late, because by now, you don’t hear any steps anymore. You don’t know how far behind that thief left you, but as you find yourself lost in the middle of nowhere, you halt.

You can’t see anyone anymore. Not the guy. Not Jungkook.

And it’s so uncannily quiet. Dark. The leaves rustle, but only when the breeze blows through them. You search the spot, but there’s truly nobody and nothing; not even a goddamn squirrel.

You call for Jungkook, but don’t receive an answer back.

Where did he go? Did he catch the jerk? It must’ve been a Shrek mask. Of all fucking things. And why do they always run into a forest anyway?

No matter. At least you’ll be able to describe him to the police.

You suck in a breath, leaning down, hands over your knees. Out of air, you groan as your lungs burn. But then you get up, swallowing and sniffling, scared as you whisper to yourself, “The phone…”

You fish it out of your shorts – Hallelujah to whoever created this costume, because they’re a whole lot better than the pocketless jeans in your closet. If you’d put the device in your bag, you’d be screwed properly.

Activating the flashlight, you turn in a slow circle. In the silence, only broken by grasshoppers and other chirping animals, you hear your heart pounding in your ears. A shaking hand holds your phone as you look around.

And right when you’re already through the 360 turn–

Fingers wrap around the hand clutching the phone, definitely not yours. There’s a call of your name, but you barely take the voice in, flinching and screaming in place. Has your voice ever sounded this high pitched?

Ready to throw your phone at him and roundhouse kick the stranger, you lift a leg, but he immediately grabs your wrist in a familiar gesture. Turns the light to his face, squinting at its intensity, and eventually, you realize that…

“What the fuck are you doing?” You spit.

“I was looking for you!” Jungkook answers, lowering the phone. “I didn’t find him.”

“Yeah, I didn’t either! But fuck, why…” You still can’t breathe properly. A hand moves to your chest. “Why did you scare me so much, I–”

Your limbs are trembling, knees attempting to force you down to the ground. But you hold yourself steady, anger growing bloody red inside you. It bubbles and simmers, and when he doesn’t respond, you almost snarl.

You push at his chest, eyes damp. You want to throw more shit at him, even though he’s not at fault – and once you realize, you calm down just a little. The forest is still around you, and you’re still not out of it by far.

Yet, you feel at ease. Because he’s here. Because he’s standing there, in the middle of the night, at fucking Halloween where you could run into any insane axe murderer.

But when you understand where the comfort is coming from, your heart slows down, still beating in your stomach, but at a more normal pace now.

“Fuck,” you whisper once again, and then stumble forward and into his arms.

He cradles you with the fragility of a glass doll. But the squeezes he provides offer warmth your chilled soul craves on this autumn night. Hushed, you hear him speak, “Baby, I…”

His words drip with hesitation and… guilt even. Wrong timing; you can’t dwell on the uncertainty now. Still sniffling, quivering, you press against his chest again. Softer this time, yet unyielding, you demand, “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I’m sorry. This is my fault.”

“No–”

“Honestly, I should’ve just… Congratulated you.”

Wrong timing indeed. He’s agonizing over something that you aren’t bothered with. Not right now, at least. But you heard it so clearly in the timbre of his voice – that he didn’t mean the jump scare. You let him continue.

“I worked so hard on my stuff, too, and then got jealous. Which is absolutely not a good boyfriend treat to have.”

“Kook–”

There’s turmoil in his words. Ugh, what’s going on?

“I’m genuinely thrilled for you. And I–”

There’s an entire conversation to have, you’re sure. But the timing. The fucking timing!

He wants to unveil more, but then something happens. A flicker in your peripheral vision alerts you of a movement, and when you turn your head, you see the same mysterious figure lurking in the shadows.

God, he’s insane. Your guts twist.

Was he eavesdropping all along, or was he simply hiding, trying to remain invisible, inexplicably unwilling to flee? Why did he not run before? This is odd. So chillingly odd.

Or maybe he was still nearby and trying not to make a sound…

You don’t know. And time is not a luxury you can’t afford for pondering such enigmas right now.

New adrenaline surges through you, different this time. The fear is clear, but the guy seems pathetic to a certain level – and if he’s so keen on roaming around, you’ll make sure he stays right in your proximity.

So you listen to the hammering of your heart, and without a second thought, you dash towards the stranger who appears equally startled and disoriented. You feel like a charging bull, closing the distance at an astonishing pace.

That’s what they probably mean when they speak about mothers being able to lift cars for their kids, because you feel invincible. Your shoes may not be designed for such a pursuit, and you’re certainly not as hardcore as Harley Quinn, but they lose against your determination.

The trees blur around you as you relentlessly chase the intruder, only clearing in your vision when you finally catch up with him. Jungkook might be behind you, but you choose not to look behind you this time.

Instead, you yell a battle cry, growling through your teeth, “Don’t you fucking–”

But that’s all before you tackle him to the ground. You expect a fight, expect his slim limbs to fling around, but he barely moves. He lets you push him onto the fallen leaves, and the only glimpse of any sound by him that you catch is a weird voice crack.

“Fu–” Is all you notice, but you can’t analyze the voice before Jungkook is helping you up again. 

You protest, but still get to your feet, watching Jungkook pull the man up harshly. He says to you, “You caught him.”

“Guess so.”

You take another breath, jaw clenched when you move to the stumbling thief and attempt to take the mask off. Shrek, as you said. You can’t quite say whether that night is terrifying or absurd. Probably both.

But the guy fights your try, suddenly mute again, but not resisting when Jungkook pulls at his arm and starts leading him somewhere. What? 

“Where are you going?” You ask, confusion sitting in the valley between your eyebrows. “Let’s go back and call the police, Jungkook.”

“There’s gotta be an opening. Keep going, I just need light to see his face.”

“I have a phone. Jungkook, sto–”

Seems like a very risky moment to ignore you, but Jungkook moves forward with determination. But it’s strange how he isn’t looking around. Never searching his surroundings, as if he already has a certain target in mind.

Now, you’ll admit that his sense of direction is unerring on any other day, too, but this is…

“I swear, you’re gonna kill us both,” you hiss, reflexively lowering your voice in the darkness. The masked mugger is grunting too much to hear you anyway, but you guess that affects Jungkook’s senses, too.

He just won’t stop. At least, until you reach a tiny clearing.

You don’t know how deep in the forest you are, because you can’t see the moon from here. The stars are the mere source of light here, albeit barely enough to illuminate the other bodies standing on the opposite side of the dimly lit space.

Wait. More people? Here?

What the hell.

Their faces, obscured by shadows, are unmoving. You ready yourself for an apology – maybe you interrupted some weird get-together. A shady ritual executed by some secret college club.

But as you strain to discern their features, a gradual realization dawns upon you. One of them steps forward, his features partially hidden, and one or two other familiar friends from your classes occupy the periphery.

It’s Jin. Also Jimin – a guy you and Jungkook met during one of your study sessions. Taehyung introduced him to your group. And the pursuit takes on an even more bewildering turn when you look at Jungkook and see that he’s no longer clutching the robber.

The man is standing there in silence, massaging the back of his head. Seemingly unperturbed. Perplexed and still out of breath, you utter, “What in the world?”

You shake your head, eyes deeply furrowed. You close the distance between you and the confusing figure, snatch your bag from him and finally shed the mask that conceals his identity.

And then, you see it. The unexpected face behind the bizarre charade.

“Taehyung?” You exclaim.

Jungkook, having caught his breath faster than you, mimics your incredulous tone, “Taehyung, what the hell?”

Oh. So he’s just as confused. The man in question glances over to his friend, his expression one of sheer frustration as he grumbles another very puzzling statement.

“Jeon, I will kill you.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook mutters back.

Or… not? Huh?

You’re speechless. Out of movements and words, you keep your feet planted on your spot, blinking as you wait for someone to explain. But they’re not even looking at you, so you seek clear clarification.

“What’s going on here?” You ask.

Jungkook’s half-smile agitates you more than it should. Why the heck is he smiling?! But you breathe in through the nose, hoping for the forest’s scent to calm your nerves.

“Well,” he admits, “I guess I owe him one. ‘Cuz you were not supposed to tackle him.”

“Right!” Taehyung concurs.

“And you were not supposed to disappear!” Jungkook chimes in, pointing an accusatory finger at his friend. His voice is tinged with reproach. “You…”

“Guys,” you interject. What the fuck.

Jungkook sighs, full attention on you. You try your hardest to not look at the creepy crowd to your left, friends and acquaintances standing there as if they’re about to sacrifice you to a demon.

“He was supposed to lead you here, but somehow we didn’t manage to pull it through,” Jungkook says.

His words leave you pondering. You have not the darndest clue about what’s going on. So you ask, “We?”

“Your…” The assembled group draws near, a few of your friends holding various items. “Your paper.”

Huh…

They’re carrying indiscernible things. And a pie, and…

“Of course I remembered your paper, baby,” Jungkook declares.

Oh, wait. Is that what you think it is? Because if it is, then your instincts were entirely wrong today. Or the entire time since you received the news. Maybe you were just so out of your mind because of the general Halloween atmosphere?

What were you expecting… An axe murderer for real? Dammit…

No. It was much more obvious, yet impossible to figure out. This man. This man!

A wave of relief washes over you as you process his words. You think that now, you even understand what they’re all holding. Or what it’s for…

“So you weren’t…” You start.

You drift off, watching Jungkook shake his head. His response is heartfelt, his love and pride evident. He looks at you with infinite sweetness; but a lot of guilt, too.

“Jealous?” He finishes. “I’d be crazy to be. You’re part of me.”

His blinking is soft and the tongue licking his red lips shiny in the extremely faint starlight. You know he isn’t done yet, so you wait… Focus on the tingle on your skin.

“You are part of me,” he says again, “so I’ll celebrate any achievement of yours like it’s mine. And this was… is a huge fucking thing to happen for you.”

You feel your head tilt and the muscles in your face relax. Your lips move to a smile, parted to give way to the longest sigh known to humankind. But if you indulged in the cheesy interaction now, your friends would remind you of it every game night.

Which is why you get yourself together, postponing the screeching and second tackling to later when you’re alone again. You shake off some of the weakness he causes every day, and give into the urge to nudge teasingly.

“You’re such a jerk for scaring me like that.”

A playful grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, as typical as can be. “I needed to make it Halloween-themed, Pumpkin. I’m sorry, but you know I had to.”

Your initial scolding turns into a loving retort, “I hate you.”

But the banter is short-lived as you lose against the surge of emotions, your hand moving to push him lightly once again before immediately lifting to his collar. You capture it, pulling him close to you until his wide eyes close and your lips collide.

In the background, you hear an instant chorus of “Aww”s, but grunts, too. Among the cooing, you hear a mumbled speech about how you need to get a room, but you only react with a smile against his mouth. You kiss him deeper, tongues gently intermingling.

And just when the hand holding the back of your head slips to your lower back, pressing you into him, the shiver becomes unbearable. Emotions shoot through your body and down between your legs – so you stop.

For a couple seconds longer, you look at whatever you can see from his eyes in the dark, flashing a smile. He rounds his lips and releases air through them, a temptingly silent way to let you know that you affected him.

You ignore it for your mentality’s sake, moving away from him to look at your friends. You cough and gesture to the objects in their hands, asking, “What’s all this about?”

If you could see them, you’d probably see a mischievous twinkle in their eyes. Jin at least sounds like it as he beckons you closer with a nod, ready to reveal whatever they’ve orchestrated for you.

You already expected the answer to your question, but the wrapping confirms your assumption. Gifts. Quite a few of them, bigger and smaller. As you move from one to the other, they announce the objects before you’re able to rip the paper off.

A friend gifts you a Swarovski Crystalline pen for your “Super fancy notes as you do your super fancy research.” Reflects their support for your scholarly pursuits, you guess.

Jimin surprises you with an exclusive album by your favourite group. Then, a little plushie to destress whenever you need, along with a college survival guide and “Sociology for Dummies” – all by Jin. Of course.

And lastly, a Lord of the Rings Lego set that you’ve desired for super long, a group effort. It’s a labor of love, for sure. A collective endeavor by friends who united to make your dreams come true – but honestly, who scared you to death, too.

You don’t know how you make it out of the forest again, still reprimanding Taehyung and Jungkook on your way out. Granted, you did get lost as a group once, and then found your beloved streetlamps again ten minutes later.

The treasures secured in a bag, Jungkook places them on your couch with a long and deep sigh once you arrive home, calming down from today’s hours. The night seemed endless. Wouldn’t finish – and you’re exhausted beyond measure.

But even through your falling eyelids, you manage one more expressive glance, pure disbelief hiding in your gaze as you say, “I absolutely didn’t expect any of this.”

Jungkook is a true mirror to you. Equally worn out, he lets his head fall a little, one hand still in the pocket of his pants. He looks ridiculously attractive, fatigue or not. Curls of his longer hair hang in his eyes as he rubs them, the smile gentle despite the sinister make up.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” he says, voice low and quiet. “To be honest, I kinda felt bad halfway through.”

Ah. Explains the guilty eyes and voice. The way he attempted to apologize and grew all shy and quiet before you threw Taehyung to the ground.

“Don’t. The plan almost worked, and my heartbeat is still intact.” You laugh, punching his arm lightly. “But… Don’t do shit like that again next year.”

“I can’t promise it. You know that.”

You roll your eyes, watching him try to walk away – and you might not have held him back and grasped the dress shirt at the elbow if…

Is that the window creaking?

You gasp, still more on the edge than you expected, and throw a peek over your shoulder. You moved a couple weeks ago – there’s no way your place is already making these sounds. Or maybe that’s the reason after all… You should get to renovating.

“Was that you, too?” You ask, leaning into him with a cocked eyebrow.

“It was not. How would I do that?” He promises. His words are accompanied by movements; he’s walking around the living room now, as if he’s looking for something. “I’m not a ghost. Just the Joker.”

“A sly one, though…”

You look to the window again as he crams around in the box under your table, and appropriate to the holiday, you detect a harmless raven, perched on the windowsill. The sight elicits a small chuckle – but you don’t hear a sound from Jungkook.

When you turn back to him, you understand why. He’s distracted, still crouching. Then he gets up with… An object in his hand. No, two. Not any you carried home just now, but much smaller, thinner. Paper?

Idly, he walks back to you, fingers adorned in tattooed letters holding two cards toward you. You look into his eyes, confused and seeking answers silently, but he only holds the objects closer to you, urging you to take them.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“Read, and you’ll know.”

And when you oblige, you understand. Maybe the little celebration on the clearing didn’t quite end there. Because the inscription on the cards reveals that he put more thought into this than you knew.

The tiny party and group effort Lego set weren’t his only tokens of affection. The weekend getaway, resting in your hands and awaiting you next week, must be tonight’s finale. A prelude to the impending wave of tedious work. 

“As an escape. Even for just a moment,” Jungkook explains, reaching forward. His hand settles on your cheek and pulls your face up, meeting your eyes. “Just you and me.”

To bask in serenity and rejuvenation, is that it? Just you and him…

“Really?” You wonder, eyes knitted together, lips pouting. You’re drowning in fondness.

“I wanna give you all the relaxation you need, in any way. Big things ahead after that.”

“I’m… You didn’t ha–”

You only get this far, because his lips steal your breath and halt your speech midway. His hand cradles your face, the other arm slinging around your body. The grip holds you tight against him, the heels of your feet almost lifting off the floor.

The kiss won’t stop. Continues deeper. You’re careful to not crumple and crease the cards he gave you, but still wrap your arms around his neck, pushing harder into him. And the tongue… Fuck, this tongue…

When he moves back reluctantly to catch air, he’s panting; and your breath falls against his cheeks just as hot. Your lips are damp, craving more, and you draw closer, trying to feel all of him. The muscles, the embrace, the growing pleasure behind his pants and…

But he lets go, leaves you standing and dizzy. With a wink, he lightly pinches your cheek, thumb brushing against it and suggests, “I’ll head off to freshen up.”

But. No.

You’re not ready to let the moment slip away, no matter how tired you are. So you pull him back again, a playful twinkle in your eyes as you quietly utter a request.

“Don’t take it off just yet.” You say, seeing the way his eyes light up. He understands right away. “Clean up together?”

He smiles. Waits with his answer, busy gripping your wrist as gently as he can before he locks his fingers with yours. He starts pulling you into the direction of the bathroom at snail's pace, reaching to hold both your hands, walking backwards, and causes one last hour-long shiver for the night.

“I really do love every time we save up on water, you know?”

–

Let me know what you think!! Have a good Halloween, love you all and smooching you!!😘

#jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts smut #bts fluff #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #jungkook oneshot #bts imagine #bts fic #jeongguk smut #jungkook

[xythlia]

FANFIC WRITING RESOURCE MASTER POST

so in the spirit of wanting to see writers thrive I've decided to make a big master post of every single resource I use in order to create my works. It can be really hard to find concrete resources and it's frustrating to feel like you just don't know how to do something or how to get started but no worries hopefully you can find answers in this post ^⁠_⁠^

ON WRITING SMUT

› writing resources to keep on hand while you write

The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic by QuinnAnderson on AO3

The Sexy Thesaurus by Laurel Clark

Lewd Vocabulary in Erotic Fiction Survey by KJ Scott (from a survey done on r/fanfiction)

75+ Ways To Say Heart Pounded by Kathy Steinemann

Ways To Describe Breath & Breathing by Kathy Steinemann (everything on her site is super helpful tbh)

21 Other Words For Vagina by Lisette Marshall

The Gay Sex Positions Guide (be advised this is a photo guide!)

Writing Sex Scenes by Michael La Ronn (video resource)

GENERAL HELPFUL WRITING TOOLS

› things that can help when you feel stuck on certain words, want to avoid repetitive sentences, or check your spelling and grammar

Reverse Dictionary (search for words based on their definition)

Related Words (help you find words related to another word or phrase)

Describing Words (find adjectives)

Words to Use (reference that groups subject related words by parts of speech)

Wordhippo (has synonyms/antonyms/ect based on different definitions)

Netspeak (search for words you don't know yet/internet slang)

OneLook (thesaurus/dictionary)

Fighters Block (overcome writers block by setting it up as a game to achieve a certain word count)

Scribens (lesser known spelling and grammar check but does more! Helps prevent word repetition, rephrasing, vocab enhancement, + other stuff)

THE BASICS OF WRITING

› helpful resources to give you a solid foundation for your writing

7 Fundamentals of Writing by Michael Stover

Fundamentals of Writing by Jim Westergren

RECOMMENDED BOOKS

› this section is books on writing I recommend reading, you can either purchase them or if you know how to pirate you can get them that way too

On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King

On Writing Well by William Zinsser

The Elements of Style by William Strunk & E.B. White

Ernest Hemingway on Writing by Larry W. Phillips

The Writers Journey by Christopher Vogler

#writing resources #fanfiction resources #anyways i hope this list is helpful & that it helps u make the most toe curling fics on earth mwah #fic resources

[eternalsa2z]

Gaming The System: Part 3

FOREWORD: This is the third of three-part series starting to introduce some concepts in the Synthetica/SluTech universe I intend on building out. PART 1: https://www.tumblr.com/eternalsa2z/721348310074621952/gaming-the-system?source=share PART 2: https://www.tumblr.com/eternalsa2z/721371903274745856/gaming-the-system?source=share

"Kiki it's been six months. We are going to try a new version of Synthetica Systems with you..."

Kiki pouted. Like, why was Mr. Executive Man talking so much? Kiki wanted to play! Not, like, games like she used to. Ugh the were soooo boring! Kiki wanted to play with her pussy...and maybe even Mr. Executive Man's joystick too!!!

"...think of the Cerebral enHancing Implant Program as a game playing directly in your silly little head..."

Kiki cocked her head, then giggled. She, like, didn't understand Miss Boss Lady's big words. But she was silly! And, like, people seemed to like it if she, like, just giggled. Her bosses at Synthetica. All her sexy friends on her cam show. So she just giggled all the time!

"...the C.H.I.P. may have side-effects so we need to get consent to..."

"Like, of course! Like, do whatever you want with my head! I'm, like, here to obey, not think!" *GIGGLE*

Gawd Kiki was soooo smart! All she had to do was, like, agree to whatever these Synthetica people said. Then they'd stop talking and, like, let her dance in sexy clothes alllll night! Tee hee! She tricked those executives into giving her, like, juuuuust what she wanted!

"Kiki? It's time for your final review. What did you think of Synthetica Systems?"

The fake blonde stared dimly, unresponsive. It had been a year since she started playing with Synthetica Systems...or rather they were playing with her. Kiki was now tanned, with long fake blonde hair, and had huge plastic breasts thanks to Synthetica nanobot technology. The C.H.I.P. had turned her into an obedient drone, a mindless BimBot working in Synthetica's high end strip clubs when she wasn't doing her camshows.

"No, sir, she won't respond that way. Try conversing in BimBot protocol."

"Oh of course. Unit K1K1! Review mental log."

"...zzzzzz... UNIT K1K1 ACCESSING MENTAL LOG... " the sex doll said as the command jolted her empty brain into action.

"SYSTEM OUTPUT: OBEY. DANCE. GIGGLE. OBEY. FLIRT. OBEY. KISS. OBEY. LICK. OBEY. OBEY. OBEY...."

"Well that's not helpful..."

"Try the translator functionality. Unit K1K1! Repeat mental log - translate to bimbo speech"

"...ummmmm... KIKI IS THINKING.... Oh! I soooo did what you asked! I danced sexy at the club! It made me giggle! Then I, like, sat with the pretty lady who called my name. I told her she, like, looked hawt...cuz she did look hawt! She totes kissed me and stuff. Ooooh it felt nice when she rubbed my big boobies!!! But it was even better when, like, she forced me head down between her legs and I, like, got to lick her pussy alllllll night!!!"

The two executives looked at each other with a smile. The C.H.I.P was looking like a success. Kira Klein had started as bright girl trying to game the system. Now it was game over for her completely. BimBot Unit K1K1 was a part of the system playing whatever game her mental programming commanded. She couldn't be happier...mostly because her C.H.I.P. hadn't increased her pleasure sensations yet...

#f2f #bimboification #hypnosis #SluTech

[h0r0gur4mu]

🔬📐Turing Love!

turing [toor-ing]

a person skilled in mathematics.

aroace coded reader [but reader does not have to be aroace] nerdy!reader, gn!reader x hobie brown

qpr [queer platonic relationship]

fluff, songfic, one curse word

“Laws of attraction? Why are you asking me that Hobie? You should already know.” You answered, not bothering to look away from the experiment you were doing.

“Y’know, attraction. An I’m not talkin magnets or anything like that.”

You glared. “You just took away my like, easiest example. Not that you don’t already know that opposites attract.” Fixing your jacket, you reached for your safety goggles, only to land on air.

Hobie dangled them over your head. “Attraction! Love, friendship—explain that science eh?”

You jumped for the goggles. “Someone needs a scientific question on why you’re so damn tall!” [if you’re tall then ignore the sentence lmao]

“Plus,” you paused, looking at him. “Love is stupid. It doesn’t even really deserve a science. And don’t go talking about familya-love ‘cause I know you meant romance-love!”

“Haven’t got a scooby doo about romance. Didn’t even mean it romantically. Or, uh, in specifics.”

In quick review, you couldn’t really answer Hobie’s question [seemingly]. It wasn’t necessarily stupid, but over the span of your life you rarely [or never] experienced a crush. At least not the one’s they show on T.V. Relationships like that just lacked appeal. They weren’t right.

“What do you mean not romantically?”

“Well we friends right?

“Yeah… platonic attraction…”

“But we got chemistry.”

“That’s literally romantic.”

Hobie dropped the goggles on your lap. “Nuh uh.”

You turned around in your seat and glared at him. “Then what? Are you trying to say there’s some type of love that transcends the labels of romantic, emotional, platonic, or sexual?!”

“Bingo.”

You had to sleep on this. It didn’t even really make sense, what he said. Don’t get anyone wrong—you weren’t one to act like scientific standards were unchanging. The opposite actually—one truth five minutes ago can change, because human knowledge is constantly changing, and the earth is constantly changing. But where could someone who never falls in love understand love? Maybe Hobie’s just stupid.

Yeah right, he made a whole watch out of scraps.

“I really don’t need my inner conscience questioning me too.”

“So I slept on it and…”

“And…”

You snatched a beaker from the shelf and slammed the door. “What you said doesn’t even make sense. Was it some sort of confession?”

“Mm, sorta.”

“In any other scenario I would’ve rejected you but… It’s you. So this confession isn’t some simple crush confession. It’s something complicated. Like everything else about you.”

Hobie spun around in his chair and smiled. “Yup.”

“Can’t you just go and tell me?” You groaned. “Pleeeeaseee?”

“One, discov’aries don’t come easy.” He handed you a test tube so you could measure. “Two… I don’t really know eitha.”

“Mm…” You muttered. “Then I might as well reject you anyway huh?”

“Will you?”

“Well I wouldn’t exactly be a good scientist if I did right?” You looked back at him. “My career revolves around enhancing life and helping people. And you… need help identifying your feelings.”

“You’re makin me sound’ll mushy n’ stuff.”

“That’s cause y’are.”

Unfortunately, love can’t be solved with a simple equation. Well, yes, the dopamine we get from seeing a loved one is a scientific component—but it needs to go further than that.

“I’m just… not really a fan of all that: you’re so sexy!!! stuff.”

“Me neitha… so… what are we a fan of?”

“A heart to heart dinner at a fancy restaurant is cool in some ways, but not in a romance movie way.”

“True…”

“So what?!”

“Have you ever felt like saying ‘you’re hot’ to one kinda means somethin’ more? Not from anotha person—from yaself—like—‘I feel so connected to you I want to form a life bond because I treasure you deeply?”

“… Actually, yeah.”

So we’ve made a breakthrough! [Sort of.] It has something to do with connection. But how does that connection diverge from other connections? The several experiments shown—touching, kissing, holding—these can all be watered down to preferences. And while you enjoyed these things with Hobie, what made you different than any other romantic or sexual couple?

“It’s a society thing, methinks.”

“Who the hell says methin—nevermind. How so?”

“Well,” Hobie pressed his thumb to his flat four fingers on both hands. “If two kiss,” he made his hands kiss, “then it’s I guess romantic. And ya like that friend. But that’s not all-the-time true.”

“Yeah, but… we’re not exactly friends. And we don’t exactly want to date.”

“Then we sorta gotta create somethin’ new here. Orrr… not label this new relationship at all.”

“We could at least call it something.”

“We could just conform to the norms.” He made a 🫰🏿with his hands. “You’re bae.” [this was said in an american accent.]

“First of all never say that shit again. Second of all… I’ve got a name: Turing Love.”

“Stupid name.”

“No it isn’t!”

Hobie scratched his head. “And even if we did submit this as some sort of ‘Turing Love,’ who says it would be accepted.”

You held his hand and looked at him.

“We’ll just have to prove it.” You smiled.

He laughed a little. “Alright then. Can’t argue with that, can I?”

[You learned a week later that it is in-fact, an identified type of relationship, and it is in-fact, not called Turing Love.]

“I thought your name for it’s better anyway.”

“Shut up.”

#🪼:: self inflicting scrolls #Spotify #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x aroace!reader #hobie brown x aro!reader #hobie brown x ace!reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x black reader #hobie brown spider punk #spider punk x reader #lgbtq #atsv x reader #x reader #qpr #queer platonic relationship #queer platonic partner #qpp #gn!reader

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

i don’t really have a problem inherently with the idea of dracula adaptations changing mina’s relationship with dracula on the grounds that it totally warps the very obviously traumatic and nonconsensual thing happening in the book because like whatever adaptations change stuff and most people want to do something more overtly sexy and less of a bummer than victorian gothic horror and that’s valid. however. it IS insane to me that with so many people out there obviously horny about forbidden vampire romance, no one has gone for enhancing and playing with the notion of jonathan being absolutely desperate to go fullvl vamp rather than abandon his wife to face damnation alone. like that is the sexiest thing i have ever read and it’s literally in the text and somehow no one seems to have cared until the tumblr book club hive mind hit october 3. like. what? is it because biting is penetration and one of the things that makes dracula scary is that he’s kinda gay and it would be untoward for jonathan to want his wife to enter him and also to drink his wife’s body fluids? do we as a culture just hate to see a girlboss winning? like i’m joking but for real is it a gender thing? is it that sexy vampires are like seduction fantasies for women and seducer fantasies tor men so whoever is telling the story always makes the guy the alpha unless they are a lesbian or bram “[insert that quote from his diary about how he has a woman’s heart here]” stoker? whatever i’m drifting from my actual point which is: in 1897 bram stoker wrote jonathan as a damsel in distress who wants to swallow his wife’s load i feel like in the twenty-first century we can let him get spiritually pegged he wants it so bad

#dracula daily

[turbulentscrawl]

More Naib HCs: SFW & NS/FW

Some relationship hcs for my second favorite man (tied with Luca eheh).

I've got a short work week because of Thanksgiving, but I'll actually be spending the holiday alone. So, I'd love to get some more requests and matchups to keep me busy! I'll write for all IDV characters (even if I don't have anything posted for them yet!)

Enjoy! <3

Naib Subedar

SFW

-Naib is the type of person who sees the appeal in several different personality types, so he’s capable of falling for all sorts. That said, he subconsciously suppresses his romantic interest until the other person makes theirs clear. His line of work scares a lot of people off, so he prefers to play it safe rather than waste his time or risk making someone nervous. As soon as you make a move, though? Naib Suave-edar has entered the chat. I'm sorry I couldn't resist that joke.

-He also intimidates a lot of people with his sheer intensity. Naib has a strong, goal-oriented personality and he doesn’t shy away from things that are ‘embarrassing’. He speaks plainly about his feelings and intentions with you; you’ll never be left wondering where you stand with him.

-He’s so casual about compliments? He could be telling you a story about some place he visited and just drop the most heart-throbby lines. “Before I knew it the sun was coming up, and it was the same gold color that’s in your eyes, and this heron flew up—" And he just moves on like you shouldn’t wanna smother his face with your lips???

-VERY protective of his partner. Not possessive, to be clear. He’s just traumatized a worrywart. In this modern world, he’d want you to always share your location with him, and message him whenever you leave or arrive somewhere. Also, you’d better put him on your emergency contact lists. He wants to get to you ASAP if something happens. This all can be as sweet as it is frustrating, and it will be a long-term struggle in your relationship if you don’t like it. He’d secretly appreciate it if you reciprocated the concern, too. If you ever ask him to do any of the above, he’ll do it without complaint.

-Aside from being afraid of your spontaneous death, he’s fine if you two have to be separated for a while. You’re going on a beach trip with your friends? “Drive safe, love you, remember to respond to my good morning messages and call me at least once a day so I can hear your voice.” As long as you check in a couple times a day, he can control his anxiety.

-He always carries a picture of you. Keeps it folded together with the one of his mother. He’d love if you could meet her someday….

NS/FW

-He’s a switch, but the frequency he takes either role depends on the overall relationship dynamic. If Naib takes the leading role in the day-to-day, that will carry over to the bedroom, and vice versa. If you guys are more independent and rather equal, it’s a pretty even split of him going dom vs sub.

-Naib isn’t considered the wittiest guy around. He likes to banter but he's only good with roasting people. When he does come up with a good, dirty one-liner, it’s somehow only when you’ve got a drink to your mouth. You’re like 70% sure he just likes making you choke. Is this foreplay?

-Completely serious, he's a great kisser. His experience is moderate, but Naib reads body language well and learns fast. Give him just 30 (nonconsecutive) minutes to make out with you, test you, and he's got your weaknesses locked down.

-Naib likes sensation-enhancing stuff in the bedroom. Restraints, blindfolds, ice, and waxplay are all things he’s down for in moderation (giving or receiving). Gags are a hard no. He’s a stickler for having a safe word. If you’re gagged, you can’t use it. So it’s a no-go.

-He’s also kinda into semi-public sexy times? Call him an adrenaline junkie, but there’s a certain thrill to nearly being caught. He’s a very stealthy guy and can find some great spots for this where the chances of being caught are lower than they seem. That said, the no gags rule still stands, so it’s unlikely he’d suggest this unless he can trust you to keep quiet.

-Several rounds of sex is one of the few things you can rely on to tire Naib out. He’s high-energy and has super erratic sleep patterns, but if you two go at it for an hour or so he’s out like a light. He snores just a bit, not too loud. I promise it’s cute!

#identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv mercenary #naib subedar x reader #spicy content #turbulentscrawl

[waywardmillennial]

watchergate & where we go from here...

To start at the end, I purchased my annual Watcher TV subscription on April 20th because I wanted to support them when it felt like so many others were not. I'm cancelling another subscription to make this work with my budget, and I'm very happy with this!

Watcher has always made high quality, entertaining content that I love, and I'm happy to support them as they try to grow like they've always wanted to so they can bring on more creators and give us more diverse art.

So, moving forward, I'm going to be posting about Watcher TV when it comes out - spoiler parties with the sexy moots! - and I'll be blocking any and all haters I see. 💜💜💜

(read more bc ofc this got long)

To walk this back and give a little history/context, *ahem* [sotto Byron voice]

April 12, 2024: Watcher announced they had a surprise coming for us in a week's time. The news came in the form of a very spirited ad-read in the Mystery Files s2 finale. And afterwards there were a few blogs posting about it, but I commented to a friend that my dash had been devoid of Watcher posts (oh, how that sweet summer child would grow to long for a day such as that).

There were some corkboard theories, and I broke down the new logo design, but nothing big happened until the following Thursday.

April 18, 2024: I saw the leak for the announcement. It was on reddit and a sock tumblr blog was made sending the link out to people. I didn't post it or share it because it wasn't my news to share. I wanted to wait to see how they were going to explain it.

Maybe I should have said at the time (but it's fine if you don't believe me now I guess) but I was hoping Watcher TV would become like their enhanced Patreon replacement, where the new shows like "Puppet History Karaoke" and "Road Files" would be exclusive, and some other perks like early access. [note: if Apollo is laughing at him right now, I'd kindly request he stuff that red ball somewhere Helios doesn't shine]

I imagined some people would be mad at the streaming news but it didn't prepare me for how bad it would get...

April 19, 2024: Most of us know what happened. The announcement was not well received. Watcher's silence right after wasn't helping, but I don't think many people were willing to give them any grace for their pre-planned trip to the UK and instead demanded answers immediately.

Do I think maybe their announcement could have been timed better? Or maybe given a different tone? Perhaps. But either way what they were trying to communicate was not what people chose to hear, and the response from many viewers was, to choose a very formal phrase here, absolute bonker banana balls insane.

The main anti-streamer "arguments" I saw basically boiled down into these categories:

"high production tv quality content is what they want to make, but we don't want that - we only want them to sit in a blank room and talk to each other with blue and yellow text like the bfu days!!"

"Steven's the one behind all this bc he's rich and greedy and only eats gold"

"they already make enough money off their patreon why are they doing this?? they should have consulted [insert other yt-er here]"

"they've become the capitalist elite that we swore to destroy! so we have to tear them down from their thrones!!"

Even now, feeling better than I have in days, I don't have the energy to say why each of those takes completely misses the point of who they are as a company, as creators, and as human beings. But there are some eloquent posts in my #watchergate tag, or my other post, if you're interested.

April 22, 2024: We got the Watcher update - giving people access to all videos after a month on the new streamer - and that seemed to placate a lot of viewers and those on the fence. But it was also the day I learned about that horrible petition against Steven, and I'd been following all this drama for several days (foregoing some self-care) and so I had a little meltdown...

Even though the new setup is closer to what I'd hoped for like 10 days ago, I hate how we arrived at it. It's shown people that they can bully creators to get them to compromise on their company. In fact, I've seen accounts celebrating this.

Opinions like this have given me trust issues when it comes to the Watcher fandom at large now. As many of my beloved mutuals have said, I'm going to be wary of accounts that follow me and be applying that blocking feature liberally.

I can also only imagine how things like this must have broken some of the trust that the Watcher crew feels for us - fightingfuries really said it best. If they do start distancing themselves on socials and things, I wouldn't really blame them.

I don't have more to say, other than I'm going to support them as much as I can, for as long as they continue to make content. I'm going to send the team a care package. And I hope in time we'll earn back their trust.

Now I'll let Ryan Bergara play me out...

As for the question of why we decided to launch our own platform, when we started Watcher in 2020, we wanted to create shows that we were proud of, that we had ownership over, and that would provide you the caliber of content that we felt you deserved. However, we were finding it harder and harder to stay relevant to advertisers and the constantly changing YouTube landscape. We faced some incredibly challenging decisions. We didn't want to compromise our content to ensure they met advertising requirements. And we definitely did not want to lay people off that have brought Watcher to life behind the scenes. And we didn't want to bring Watcher to a close, which would have happened if we stayed solely on YouTube. - An Update, April 22, 2024

#watchergate #I needed to wrap up some feelings #but closing the tag now #onto posting about happier things! #and I have a little idea/project I want to work on next for any of you who are watcher tv members #vi rants #we now return to my normally scheduled queue

[izukuisbaby]

⊹˚.⋆ SEX ON THE BEACH - BOSS SATORU GOJO

℘ flora's notes : i got lots of "more gojo" in my form so here u go 👀

℘ infos : female reader, uh not full on nsfw but it does get pretty heated in there , it's my first time writing something so explicit, I don't want to read it again or I'll probs run away from here. I'm posting it and going to sleep let's see if you guys will like it💀💀

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed ! I really need feedback on this, it's a first haha

being satoru gojo's assistant was not the easiest job. he was very... energetic and was more exhausting than the paperwork. you had to deal with his random outbursts of emotions and his unstoppable God complex for 10 long hours from Monday to Friday. as annoying as he could be, gojo was fond of you. let's say he was not exactly discreet about it. AND HE ALWAYS SAID IT WITH A SMIRK. it's almost like he doesn't smile, he just smirks.

"ooouh nice skirt y/n, leaves little to the imagination... if you see what i mean", "love the way you did your hair today, really frames your face, really pretty yeah". he was also kind of touchy, but he knew his limits and never crossed them. he held your waist when he passed by you, made your feet touch in meetings, winked at you every now and then. you could not deny that your boss was very, very sexy. you knew it was wrong, but it was exciting to have a crush on your boss. and honestly, who could blame you ?

--

gojo made you go through hell today - not willingly - his all over the place personality aside, he was quite a nice employer. he even brought you your favorite drink every morning, but that was just his way of flirting with you. you left work at 8PM and you were exhausted. you could barely write, your hand was numb because of all the paperwork. your best friend decided that you two should go out to the bar next to your office, you were meeting her there.

you sat on the stool next to her, immediately exhaling, letting your stress out. you ordered a sex on the beach, then a second, a third and you eventually lost count. the first drink hit you pretty hard, it felt like you were floating on a cloud and you just had to drink the other cocktails to enhance that feeling. your best friend was pretty drunk too and left to the bathroom. you were resting your head in your hand, trying to keep composure as a person seated next to you.

"we could have sex on the beach, you know ?" the voice said, you could hear the smirk, your boss' smirk, but your brain was too slow to register that...

"at this point I really don't care who and where I fuck so please do... MR GOJO OH MY GOD !" you dramatically gasped. "THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING I DRANK SO MANY STUFF- SHIT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT. I'M SORRY WORDS KEEP FLOWING OUT OF MY MOUTH, I'LL BE THERE ON TIME TOMORROW I PROMISE I-"

"chill, love. I'm not gonna fire you damn, everyone can get a drink. I mean... several drinks, based on your state. And I can't blame you for wanting to have sex with me, you're not exactly the only one."

"I'm so sorry this is so unprofessional of me, mr gojo i-" you started, panicking.

"call me satoru." he said sternly.

"i- i can't call you by your first name, you're my boss ?" you questioned

" i won't be "just your boss" for long princess. now come on, I'll bring you home you're wasted." he picked you up bridal style, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

"wait the bill... my friend..." you said drowsily

"ah yeah, we are not robbing the bar from 7 sex on the beaches now are we ? here you go sir, keep the change." he gives the bartender a 100 dollar bill before taking you into his car. he buckled you in and grabbed a plastic bag... just in case.

--

after what seemed like a good 20 minutes ride, the car came to a stop. "is your head okay, pretty girl ?" he asked putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"i thought I'd be pretty hammered, but the alcohol just gives me enough confidence to do this." you grabbed his collar and pulled his lips against yours. he put his hand behind your head, pulling you closer and put his tongue against your mouth. you opened it and ensued a heated make out session.

gojo was one hell of a good kisser. everytime your lips touched, each one of your cell was tingling. you two touching made electricity flow through both of your bodies. you could smell his shampoo as you ferociously gripped his hair, in an attempt to stay as close as possible.

--

"i'll take the couch y/n, sleep in the bed."

you were too tired to argue and you just let him tuck you in his bed. he closed the door behind him and you buried your head into the pillow. everything smelled like his intoxicating self. you tried to fall asleep, in vain. you had to feel him again, you had to.

unable to let go off his pillow, you brought it downstairs with you. gojo was not sleeping yet, he was lying sideways on the couch, watching TV. you barely acknowledged the screen as your eyes met. he patted the free space in front of him and signaled for you to lay down beside him. the alcohol has worn off by now and your shy self was mortified. hesitantly, you sat, straight as a stick. you were shaking, not knowing what to do. your boss was charismatic and intimidating, you didn't want to cross a line.

your stiffness caused him to chuckle. he gently pushed on your arm to force you to lay down on the pillow he was planning to sleep on, big enough to fit both of your heads. he put a blanket over the two of you and rubbed your legs so you would extend them. you were now fully spooning with your boss, he was softly circling his fingers up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you to sleep.

only, being so close to your hot boss caused a throbbing down there.

"...gojo" you moaned accidentally, causing him to raise his head above yours.

"satoru. if you're gonna moan my name, moan it correctly." his stern tone did not help your wetness.

"satoru please... i- i need you..." you desperately admitted, almost shaking from the unbearable friction. you moved his hand down to where you needed him the most.

"i mean... you do owe me a sex on the beach, love." he smirked and got on top of you.

you were in fact, not on time the next day and neither was he-

© izukuisbaby. comments appreciated ! although do not modify, translate, copy, claim as your own or repost on any app/platform/social media (this applies to all of my content)

#gojo smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #ex husband gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader smut #boss gojo #ceo gojo #gojou satoru smut #jjk satoru #satoru smut #gojou satoru x you #satoru x suguru #geto suguru #sukuna ryomen #sukuna #yuuji itadori #megumi #toji fushiguro #toji #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo x y/n #gojo x you

[tanadrin]

Another thing that's interesting about Dune-the-book is that in the first book nobody has psychic powers. Paul's prescience is an amped-up form of his Mentat powers (yes, he's the best swordsman on the planet, and a Bene Gesserit by training, and a Mentat; he's a very special boy), and the spice is described as an "awareness-spectrum narcotic," the very best of a class of drugs that enhance's one's consciousness and even ability to integrate information, but it's not quite magic.

Now, obviously, some of the Bene Gesserit powers in the book would have to be magic to work in real life--there's no amount of fine motor control you could develop that would allow you to control chemical reactions enough to render arbitrary poisons harmless in your body, and genetic memory isn't real. But for the sake of the story, these are conceits we can swallow as being non-magical in nature.

But having given us a setting with cool superpowers, Herbert loses track of or ceases to care about the justification for those superpowers--by the time of Heretics of Dune, you have Atreides scions who are capable of all kinds of crazy shit, in ways that don't really make sense in the context of the original book. Herbert was not immune to the pressure to up the stakes in every sequel, which is how we go from a pretty dramatic (even melodramatic) bit of planetary romance in the original Dune to Sandworm Jesus in God-Emperor and Space Jews and Evil Bene Gesserit (yes, I know that sounds redundant) Who Are Double Extra Sexy and all the crazy nonsense of Heretics and Chapterhouse.

Having reread the first book recently, I'm actually not sure how well all that later Golden Path and Scattering stuff fits in with the original book. It feels shoehorned in to Paul's own particular journey, which is emphatically about the way in which being a Hero is sucks and is bad. Whereas by the time of Children of Dune, Leto II is saying, well, Paul's problem is he was afraid of doing what was necessary to ensure humanity's survival. He didn't succumb to the visions, he chickened out! Both characterizations can be true, but they don't fit well together, and the narration is sufficiently omniscient that we see very little of the second characterization in the first book or (if I recall it correctly) in Dune Messiah.

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

got any favorite cars from the 24 hours of lemons? (and perhaps some facts about them)

Sure, but not before explaining to the audience!

So, you know how, when you start your car, you turn the key and it starts, and you don't have to fiddle around trying to get the air/fuel mixture to make the damn thing run and stop embarrassing you? And how it has disc brakes, halogen lightbulbs if you've got the standard version and a wing if you've got the sporty one? Yeah, this is all thanks to the century-old 24 Hours of Le Mans, so coveted by manufacturers as to push them to develop all those innovations which would later trickle down into sportscars. They made two movies about it. It is, without question, the most prestigious, serious and expensive endurance race ever.

And this is the 24 Hours of Lemons - without question, the least prestigious, serious and expensive endurance race ever.

It is most famous for the rule that ensures that: to keep you from racing anything but a lemon, a beater, a crapcan, a piece of... well, by now even the unaware have figured out what lemon means in the car world, there is a budget cap. To be precise, $500. Yes, that includes both car and performance enhancing modifications - but notably exempt are safety equipment and decorations. I say notably because decorations are a key component of the Lemons atmosphere in a way I consider best conveyed by a "progressively gets worse" slideshow.

Yes, these are all real vehicles that raced. As you can imagine, regulations are pretty lax. And mostly vibe-based.

So, now that we're up to speed, my favorites!

Favorite as in greatest job from the team? Probably (although I am biased) the Eyesore Racing Miata.

And since you asked for some fun facts, I have a little treat for you that even the typically impeccable Donut Bumper (or lack thereof) to Bumper (or lack thereof) video about it missed out on:

The team won Lemons' coveted Best Use Of Dangerous Banned Automotive Technology award (yes that is a thing) by cleverly reusing the motor that used to drive the pop-up headlights!

Favorite as in coolest car used? That might be a tossup (i.e. I am not going to wait for the undoubtedly long list of cooler base cars to shower my mind so I will call it a tossup) between the Chrysler Conquest ran by multiple teams though Lemons' history (specifically the TSis for their sexy flared fenders)...

... and B-Team Racing's Lotus Elite (seen here in two of its many liveries) which, due to its newfound Chevy engine, earned it the name Chotus. Why yes there's a website.

Favorite as in most beautiful car used? That might be a tossup between French Foreign Legion Action Team's Peugeot 505...

...or the engine-swapped second generation Chevrolet Corvair Coupe of... wait, multiple teams?

Favorite in terms of most beautiful decorations? That might be a tossup between the Honda Accord of Stanford students team Buck Ferkeley...

...and SilverSleeve Racing's incredibly-engined frankensteined Wolseley Hornet (for when a Mini is just not coupe nor posh enough)

Favorite as in greatest combination? That might be a tossup between two incredibly different interpretations of sportscar + truck: the Boneyard Butchers' mix of Saturn Sky and Chevrolet Colorado -the more you look at it, the harder it goes-...

...or the Porsche Honkeys' outstanding take on the popular Porsche 944 + V8 recipe that came when they decided to use the rest of the Chevy C10 they got for the engine: the Mulletmobile.

Favorite as in the bravest, most heroic, most Lemons feat? Well, given Lemons started as a way to experience racing without the pressure and expectations of high-tier stuff and eternally heralds the notioon that a racecar is any car you race, how could I ever go with anything but the far-too-slow-for-any-steadiness-to-remedy, Cali-bought-and-roadtripped-to-Kansas Toyota motherfucking Chinook.

Favorite as in favorite team name? I doubt it, but here you go: Off To Gay Porn. They called themselves this to ensure everyone who beat them could proudly say they beat Off To Gay Porn! And as you could notice, yes, so many of them are this good.

Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

#24h of lemons #na mazda miata #chrysler conquest #mitsubishi starion #(they are the same car just different badges) #lotus elite #peugeot 505 #wolseley hornet #mini #saturn sky #chevrolet colorado #porsche 944 #chevy c10 #toyota hilux #toyota chinook

[suchasub]

New fantasy that came to my sleepy head:

A friend of mine says he can cure me of my masturbation addiction with hypnosis. I'm skeptical, especially since I don't think I'm addicted, am I? Is it not normal to loose sleep and come late to meetings because I need to cum?...Hm, maybe not. So I agree

They get me nice and deep, telling my subconscious that every time I cum I get dumber. When I come back up I can't remember what they told me in trance, but they promise me my addiction to cum will get better over time.

So I keep masturbating but not noticing any difference. Like, it's still super fun! It's a bit diffi..hard to think. I can't remember some stuff as well. When I talk to people they don't take me for full because I make some misstakes or smthn...but when ppl treat me like this I just get wetter.

My friend keeps an eye on how far I am. When they think I'm dumb enough to agree and still smart enough docs won't question my capabil...brains to agree to stuff, he talks to me again. How I would probably like me better with some enhancements? I don't know what that word means but my friend is so smart, I trust them! So they get me to sign some stuff for a doc, take me to the clinic and when I wake up I look at myself in the mirror. My lips are so big and soft, as are my tits. My eyes look further down and my clit got made into a nice big cock. I look soooo sexy! Better than before. I'm so happy with this body. When I put my clothes back an they're too small and I look funny, but when my friend sees me they praise me so much, for how I look and how brave I am for finally taking the steps I thought about for so long!

Once I'm healed and can get back to making myself cum I do. Ppl look at me funny now, they stare or they have a sorry smile. Both make me hornier. Soon words less. More stroking, less thinkies. Friend nice to me. Forgot how to cum, just stroking now. Always. But friend nice, helps me cum smtms. Friend says me almost perfect.

Until I come one last time, and all intelligence is gone. I'm just a mindbroken fucktoy.

#bi nonbinary #trans #mind conditioning #brainwashing #mind control #hypnokink #dumbification #cnc kink #nblnb #nblw #nblm #t4t nsft

[heejayy]

Shuri hc’s

Warning • 18+

Genre • mostly fluff, lil bit of smut

Pairing • Shuri x black fem! Reader

A/n: I might make a pt 2 to Stolen Heart

She’s a clingy one. Due to her loosing basically her whole family she tends to keep a tight grip on you and your whereabouts but It’s not like you mind though. She’s even gifted you your own kimoyo beads so when you want to venture out into town alone or you have to travel for work she can keep a close eye on you. She knows you can take care of yourself but it soothes her anxiety knowing exactly where you are.

Love Language. She’ll shower you with kisses, hugs and words of affirmation. She knows you put up with her mood swings and also with her being absent a lot due to her taking on missions it can make you feel a bit insecure and lonely. So when she’s around she lets you know how much she loves and appreciates you. Another part of her love language is quality time no matter the situation she’ll always try to make time for you, whether that’s you both chillin’ in the lab, going on dates or having private time in the bedroom. ;) and in addition to that she’s also very attentive she’s knows all about you, and when it comes to your safety her love can come off extremely intense.

Lab time. At first she got the impression you didn’t enjoy being down in the lab around all her science stuff but you explained you only wanted to give her space. Now that’s all cleared up she basically begs you to stay with her in the lab, she loves sharing her ideas with you and new creations, she’s even taught you a few things so you can help out when Riri’s in town. It makes you feel included and she loves that.

Domestic life. When Shuri’s off of work she’s never really truly off because obviously she’s running an entire country but off days just means she’s out of the lab. It’s very hard to get her to relax, she’s a very anxious person and her mind is always running thinking about the what if’s. To soothe her anxiety you talk to her while rubbing her back, soon enough she’s like putty in your hands. You’ll spend hours watching tv, eating a bunch of food and sketching out new ideas and designs for her projects.

Stud Panther 🤭. Your sex life is never boring, she’s created so many toys to enhance your experience in the bedroom. It was something about her becoming the panther that made her libido spike through the roof! The slightest touches get her going, just innocent kissing and she’s ready to take you. You can never do a quickie either it always ends up in hot sweaty body aching sex, and you better not get in the shower with her cause you won’t be showering…You also prefer scissoring over her using a strap on, it’s more intimate and dirty in your opinion. Shuri won’t tell you but she’s into getting praised, when you call her a good girl or you’re telling her she’s doing well it’ll make her wanna cum on the spot. Shuri never would’ve thought she could do dirty talk but when she’s with you it just flows out, anything she says sounds so sexy to you especially when she’s speaking Xhosa. (Side note she made it her mission to fuck in every corner of the palace🌚)

#ask heejayy #Shuri #Shuri smut #shuri headcanon #shuri x reader #shuri x black!fem reader #lesbian #shuri x fem!reader #shuri udaku #stud panther 🌚 #shuri x you #Shuri fluff

[gojocumdumpster]

The Girl in the White Dress.

Warnings: None for now??

Idk I just thought of this.

Type of story: sfw

Female reader

Desc: Every year only once, there was held a Ball only to people who got invited. But who would give you this invite? Your not royal..?

You examined the invitation, looking closely at every single word they said. "Congratulations you've been invited to The Grand Masquerade Ball. You may be curious on how you got this letter but don't fret! The theme is White, Elegant and fancy. We would appreciate it if you followed the Theme/dress code. Please take note that YOU have been invited and we would love if you took this seriously and look your best. Doors open at 8PM and start's at 8:20PM. We Hope to see you soon Y/n L/n." Your eyebrows clenched in confusion wondering how and why you got this? They even know your address. You think to yourself about how this could be a set up...

"Weird...let's just search this up to see if this is even real"

*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*

Before you could even type in the half of the word there was a website that popped up in the recommended searches saying "TheMasqueradeBall.com" "Now what the fuck." Clicking on the link there's pictures of this Fancy ball with just descriptions and other dumb stuff. But the thing is, the letter wasn't the only thing that was given to you. There was this White dress, heels, mask and Jewlery. And a card saying, "Presented with anonymous appreciation and affection." Who could it be? This better be clean and not already used. Are these heels even in my size-?" And they were.

"Okay... this is getting weird." making a weird face. You grab your phone checking what time it was. "Oh fuck- it's 6:30. What Have I been doing? Sitting my ass down looking at this letter??" you grab the box and storm off to your bedroom tossing the box on your bed. Taking the dress out of the box and that dress was gorgeous. It fit into the dress code, and it stood out so much.

A white elegant dress opulently adorned with sparkling diamonds, creating a dazzling and resplendent display of luxury and glamour. It was Beautiful. The mask glistens with intricate sparkles adorned with delicate feathers that gracefully fan out. The elegant heels are a perfect match for the opulent dress and gala mask. With a slender stiletto heel and a graceful white satin finish, they exude sophistication and style. Adorned with shimmering rhinestones and intricate beadwork, Completing the ensemble is a stunning array of jewelry, each piece carefully selected to enhance the opulence of the outfit.

A dazzling diamond necklace drapes gracefully around the neck, its sparkling brilliance echoing the twinkling of the dress and mask. Delicate diamond earrings hang from the ears, catching the light with every movement, adding a touch of glamour and sophistication. A shimmering diamond bracelet adorns the wrist, completing the look of luxurious elegance.

It was perfect.

Quickly you put everything on including hair and makeup. "This person got me looking sexy as hell." You take some pictures before heading out. The place was far it looked kind of sketchy at first but the more you got closer it was huge. Freshly cut round bushes and a roundabout filled with Limousine's and fancy cars. There was a lot of traffic, cars filled behind you quickly, honks hear there but luckily you made it but that parking lot was HUGE. 4 parking garages with 5 levels and it was a fancy once. It was filled but if you looked carefully you would find a parking spot.

As you were looking for a parking spot you see girls in there fancy dress and men in there suits. You parked your car and did some quick touches before hopping out, "I look like I'm getting married.." you mutter. You picked your dress up walking carefully to the elevator waiting for your turn. "This mask is so sweaty." Luckily you were the only on the elevator, the dress is to big to fit anyone else in here.

*Ding*

The elevators open and you see people walking to the entrance of the Gala, as you walked out people were turning there heads, complimenting the dress as you said your dress stood out a lot. But there this one specific stare that kept bothering you but you couldn't find out who it was. But you shrugged your shoulders walking off to the steps. You took your time going up each step, there was a man with a suit greeting everyone at the door. And you walk inside as you glide across the ballroom floor, all eyes turn to you, captivated by your beauty and grace. You are the epitome of sophistication, a vision of luxury and glamour.

Tonight, you aren't just attending the gala YOU are the belle of the ball, a radiant presence that leaves an indelible impression on all who are fortunate enough to witness your splendor. Your gown, a vision of opulence, is a long, white masterpiece adorned with sparkling diamonds and intricate beadwork. The dress hugs your figure in all the right places, its luxurious fabric flowing elegantly with every step. You made it on time! It's beautiful the gala has a dazzling display of luxury and extravagance. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm golden glow across the room with tables draped in white lined scattered throughout the room! Your table was number 45. Dinner was at 9. A regular dance was going on in a couple of minutes.

But that stare was still there. You chat with people as they gave you nice feedback of your dress and overall just chatting with you. The Regular dance was going on right now but you had no one to dance with. You walked to the bar and order yourself a water. You were on your phone until you felt a tap on your shoulder. "The dress I sent you looks amazing on you."

#baki x reader #baki headcanons #baki the grappler x reader #baki hanma #pickle baki #baki son of ogre #baki dou #jack hanma

[cursedonyx]

Spicy Prewsley Headcanons 💕

Warnings – NSFW, 🔞MDNI🔞, mentions of sex and stuff like that. Fuck off children.

While Garreth is quite versatile, Leander is a bottom through and through. Whether this is down to his natural shyness and insecurities, he’s happiest when he’s taken, as opposed to doing the taking himself.

I HC Garreth as being happily bi and very comfortable with his sexuality, but Leander is 100% into men, and still very conflicted about it due to the 1800’s stance on homosexuality, despite the wizarding world being much more accepting. It took a long time for him to come to terms with his feelings for Garreth, and even longer to be comfortable doing anything other than sharing a kiss, even when they were as secretive as possible.

Despite (or perhaps due to) Leander’s repression when it comes to sex, when he finally gets comfortable with the idea and confident that he’s not going to be found out, he becomes a bit of a sex-crazed maniac. He wants it all the time, and Garreth, despite his stamina and willingness to indulge his slutty bf, can’t always keep up.

Both of them love to kiss the other constantly during the act, meaning that they've both got bruised and sore lips for a little while afterwards, but both consider it a small price to pay for the enjoyment they get from each other.

Leander is wildly insecure about the way he looks, believing himself to be too lanky and pale. Garreth goes above and beyond to try and reassure him, praising him near constantly when they’re intimate, leading to Leander developing a bit of a praise kink.

Garreth is very much open to anything in the bedroom – he’ll try anything once and with a lot of enthusiasm. If he wants to try something that’s beyond vanilla, he’ll do his best to learn about it beforehand so he knows what he’s doing. He does have a habit of losing himself in the moment, though.

When the pair become a bit more comfortable with their relationship, Garreth takes to brewing experimental potions to enhance his performance. This led to a rather amusing escapade in which he overbrewed his own version of ‘the little blue potion’ leading to a six-hour long session that left Leander walking with a limp for a couple of days. He didn’t mind.

Leander has a rare condition known as ‘hyperspermia’ which basically means he produces a LOT more cum than the average guy. Bit of a shock for Garreth the first time they were intimate, and he was strutting around like a peacock for days afterwards because he was so proud of himself. When he realised it was going to be buckets every time, he got even more invested.

(Also side note I HC our darling Omi has the same condition but that’s just bc I think it’s sexy as fuck)

By the time our favourite HL MLM couple reached their seventh year, Leander had come out of his shell enough to become more adventurous with their intimacy. This led to an incident in the showers after a Gryffindor victory on the quidditch pitch, when a couple of team members came back unexpectedly to pick up their brooms, and the pair were forced to disillusion themselves in the hope that Garreth wouldn’t be found balls deep in Leander. No one mentioned anything about it, but to this day, students still whisper that the Gryffindor quidditch team’s showers are haunted.

#prewsley #garreth x leander #leander x garreth #leander prewett #garreth weasley x leander prewett #leander prewett x garreth weasley #garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons #spicy #i need some spicy garreth x leander content istg

[geeky-politics-46]

Under The Mistletoe

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader, Donna Strange

Summary: Your first Christmas together after giving birth, & a little mistletoe reminds you how loved you really are.

Warnings: Not much, mostly fluff. Allusions to smut. Self-doubt, body image issues, & allusion to post-partum depression.

@fanartka did a lovely drawing that matches this story so well. We all seem to share ideas about Stephen & I love that we both did this unknowingly at the same time.

Each and every doorway in the Sanctum had a piece of mistletoe hanging from it. An extra piece dangling from your headboard. That had been the extent of Stephen's interest in decorating.

Ever since the first year you were together and talked him into celebrating, the mistletoe was his favorite part. Ultimately, any excuse for him to kiss on you he would have been fine with, but he could live without all the rest of the sappy hokey holiday stuff.

Well, he could have before, but that was before his Grinch heart grew far more than two sizes. Now he wanted every bit of sappy and hokey he could get. Even if it meant wearing felt reindeer antlers while you danced around him with your bouncing baby daughter on your hip.

He wanted her life to be everything his never was, even though he had created this barren world. He had done something right somewhere along the way to end up with you. He would spend the rest of his days trying to give you both and any other little ones you may be blessed with, anything and everything you could ask for.

He would be everything. A loving and devoted husband. A protective and caring father. The person he never thought he could be. Better than he ever was before. Much better than his father.

So he would happily submit to the hokey singing and dancing if it made your daughter, his daughter, smile. Her tiny little hands clapping and grabbing at the shiny baubles on the tree he had magically created. He may have added just a bit of extra sparkle and shimmer to the lights and ornaments. Just for her.

For you, he still strung the Sanctum in as much mistletoe as he could. Even after you suggested skipping it this year, since mistletoe has the potential to be poisonous to babies. He didn't listen. It was one of your first traditions together, one of his favorites, and it's not like he was hanging it where your baby could randomly find it.

The one she was most able to reach would be the most important, though, the one on the headboard of your shared bed. That one, there was no wiggle room on. Not after you promised him a special naughty present.

You hadn't had much opportunity to get back into your normal sex routine. Before your daughter, hardly a day ever passed without you and Stephen making love. If there were others in the universe you would have been sickening to watch, all over each other all the time.

After giving birth, you both knew your body needed time to heal and recover after what it had gone through. The extra plus of him being a doctor was he knew, or could find, all the rules of how to take care of you post-partum.

Now, your body was physically healed. Mentally, you were nervous. So much about your body had changed. Your body had been through the wondrous yet kind of disgusting and slightly terrifying process of giving birth. He had been there for every minute of it. Hell, he had been the one to talk you through all of it. Thank god for his medical training.

Would Stephen still be turned on by you? Would he still want you like he did before? Would he still find you sexy after seeing your body go through that? Or would he be bored or disgusted by how different you looked now?

You were no longer the shiny new toy from before. No longer the sleek sports car. You knew that all of that was crap. That you were a full and complex human being. A person, not an object like a car or toy, but as you stood looking in the mirror, your mind distorted your thoughts.

The holiday inspired lingerie you had put on was subject to your enhanced scrutiny. It was a simple silky deep green backless short nightie that you topped with a Santa hat. Did it highlight the new extra pooch on your belly? Did it show too many stretch marks? Did it make your boobs look lopsided?

You had lost track of how long you had been standing in front of the mirror. So much so that you hadn't noticed the sorcerer that had come looking for you and was watching from the doorway.

You jumped a little when you caught the set of crystal blue eyes glancing at you through the mirror. A little snort and smirk crossed his face and made the corners of his eyes crinkle.

Back when he had tried to be intimidating, when you first arrived, as much as he tried, he could never make you jump. Even though he no longer wanted to intimidate you, he found it funny that he occasionally managed it now. Only after falling head over heels and marrying you. After having a baby with you, only then could he manage to sneak up and startle you.

You rolled your eyes and reached to grab your robe to cover yourself up on reflex. Turning around to see Stephen walking towards you with a sprig of mistletoe dangling in the air above him with the help of his violet colored magic. His long, scarred fingers reaching to pull the robe from your grasp and toss it over onto the bed. Putting it out of your immediate reach.

"I think I just found my Christmas present. No point in trying to hide it now, darling."

He looked your body up and down, studying every inch of you before pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around you. Licking his lips and winking at you flirtatiously.

"Merry Christmas to me indeed. You look gorgeous, my love."

You tried to hide the slight grimace you made at his compliment, but you could see his brows furrow immediately at your reaction. He let one hand drag up your side, letting his fingertips skim your entire body, bringing his index finger to rest under your chin. Gently tilting your face up to look at him. He could see the insecurity in your eyes and it made his heart hurt.

"What's wrong, my queen? Did I say something wrong? Did I forget something?"

His other hand rhythmically rubbing up and down your back trying to soothe and comfort you. His brain cycling through everything he had said and done over the last couple of days. He couldn't stand thinking that he had done something that hurt you.

You shrugged and tried to dismiss his concern. A tight-lipped smile forming on your lips. Swallowing back your thoughts and fears.

"It's nothing, Stephen. It's just me. It's something stupid. Don't worry about it. Let's just enjoy Christmas."

Your heart nearly stopped in your chest when you leaned in to try to kiss him and he pulled back. Your fears suddenly flooded back into the pit of your stomach. The hurt immediately registered on your face. As soon as he realized that you had taken his response as rejection, he quickly addressed

"If it has you upset, sweetheart, it's not nothing. I don't care if it's stupid. I love you more than you will ever know. You are the reason I look forward to each minute of each day. I want you to tell me everything, anything. Now, what has you upset? Why are you trying to hide from me?"

He kissed your forehead and then nuzzled his face against yours lovingly. He truly hated to see you upset, and he wouldn't rest until he found a way to fix whatever was wrong.

"You know how happy I am that we have Donna now, and I love her and you so much it hurts. It scares me sometimes. Things are different now that we have a baby. My body is different now. It's not the one that you loved so much before. Things are jigglier and not as firm now. It doesn't look like anything like it did. You've seen it do things that are pretty much the exact opposite of sexy... I get scared that you won't enjoy or love me as much or get as turned on by me anymore. I don't know what I'd do without your touch, your love."

You wanted to look at the floor. You wanted to crawl into your bed and hide under the covers. You didn't want to feel Stephen's eyes on you as he was pondering what you just confessed. You tried not to think about how insane you might have just sounded. Or worse, if you made perfect sense and were right.

He silently grabbed both your hands in his and pulled you over to sit in your large shared bed. He crawled into the fluffy bedding, sitting with his back against the headboard tight near the mistletoe. Once he was settled he beckoned you over to him, pulling you to him and scooping you up into his lap. Holding you securely in his large arms and pressing a kiss to your neck once he could tell you found a comfy position.

"First of all, thank you for telling me what you've been worrying about. Thank you for trusting me. Second of all, do you really think I would have mistletoe placed all over this haunted house if I wasn't as attracted to you as I was? I know your body is different now. It's different because you grew a human in there. The only other human in this universe. You gave birth to our daughter. You, and this incredible body, gave me something I thought I would never ever have. A family to love and care for. You gave me what was impossible. You are a miracle to me. A goddess, and I will worship you for the rest of my days. I love you more every single day, and that will never change."

He tilted your head to kiss you softly over and over. Sweet and comforting kisses meant to alleviate your fears. Your body started to relax and melt into his. Letting go of the tension and fear in your body.

"And now, as for your worry about me not being turned on by you… do you really think I would magically create and hang all this mistletoe around here if I didn't want any and every excuse I could find to kiss and love on you? It seriously takes every ounce of strength in my body to keep my hands off of you all hours of the day. How seeing you holding our daughter makes me want to get you pregnant all over again. How I was waiting rather impatiently for my present this evening, and how badly I want to unwrap it. To unwrap you, and make love to you. My amazing sexy wife. Mother of my children. The love of my life and the best thing to happen to me. Ever "

Before you could respond, Stephen captured your lips with his. Using every bit of energy he could to squeeze you tight and kiss you breathless. As if his kiss was the punctuation of his statement.

When he finally separated from you he pressed his forehead to yours, the fluff from your Santa hat trapped between you, letting you catch your breath. He fully intended to not let yourself get carried away in negative thoughts. Not when it was Christmas, and not when you were genuinely the most extraordinary being he had ever met.

"Now, are you going to tell me if I'm on the naughty or nice list? I want my present and I was good and hung up the decorations like you asked, but I want very much to be naughty with you. Also, I am going to throw a Grinch sized tantrum if you aren't my present because I will always want you to be my present."

You had to giggle at him. You had always enjoyed teasing him about being a Grinch ever since your first Christmas together. You pulled the Santa hat off of your head and placed it atop Stephen's. Brushing his gray streaked thick brown hair behind his ears as you adjusted the hat. Somewhat surprised he was still patiently sitting still and letting you.

Once you were finished, you looped your hands around his neck and leaned back to get a better view of him. It was at that moment you realized he had sat down on the bed just shy of where the sprig of mistletoe was hanging from the headboard.

"Well, Stephen, it looks like we aren't quite under the mistletoe directly, but I guess it's close enough. So I guess you earned at least a kiss or two."

He snickered at your response. An eyebrow quirked at your attempt to best him. He loved that you would always tease and poke at him. You never let him win easily. Even when it was all play. You matched him wit for wit, and that was something he knew he would only grow to love more.

A glint in his eye as he pointed upward towards the ceiling of the Sanctum. Following his gesture your eyes tracked up toward the ceiling, your mouth falling open in wonder at what you saw.

Suspended and floating amongst a field of shimmering swirling bits of amethyst hued magic were countless sprigs of mistletoe. All shades of green, some with berries, some tied with red bows, and some even looked like they were topped with snowflakes. All looked like they had been created to look picture perfect.

"I was kind of hoping that would get me more than just a couple kisses. What do you think?"

"I think this may just be the perfect Christmas, and you may be the perfect man Stephen Strange."

That entire night, as Christmas Eve turned into the wee hours of Christmas Day, he made love to you. Granting your every wish and assuaging your every concern. Something he would happily spend the rest of his days doing.

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