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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #368

“whatever doesn’t kill you, is gonna leave a scar”

Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? My favorite shirt is the Day of the Dead design by Cloak, which is Markiplier's and jacksepticeye's clothing brand. Mom's friend/former co-worker also got me a Ninja Sex Party shirt because she knew I liked them. There are SO MANY YouTubers I wanna support by buying shirts. Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? Milk, 110%. Have you ever left a note in a library book? No. What time of day do you prefer to wash your hair? Morning. Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Yes. Have you ever taken a photograph with a celebrity? If so, did it turn out the way you wanted, or do you wish you could retake it? No. If you could move out of your home country permanently, would you? If so, where would you go? If it didn't mean being so very far from my family, I would love to move to Canada. Is there a celebrity that everyone else seems to love, but you find totally overrated? Why is it that you don’t like them? I legit don't know who's considered currently popular, and I especially don't know who they are as people. If you could volunteer for any charity, which one would you choose? Do you think it’s more important to help humans, or are animal and environmental charities equally important? Something relating to animals, and I think they're both equally important. Do you prefer holidays where you relax, or actually do things? I like a mix. Something chill, but you still do some stuff as a family. Do you think that after we die our spirit is still alive? Yes. Has anybody ever told you that you could be a model? Someone has mistaken me for a model in a picture I once took. It was one of the most flattering things I've ever heard, haha. Do you use different kinds of moisturizer for different body parts? ie. hand lotion for your hands, face cream for your face. Or do you just use one moisturizer for all body parts? Yes. Have you ever felt like you were someone’s rebound? No. Has anybody ever broken up with you over something really pathetic? What was it? Have you ever been dumped in a disrespectful way? (eg. through text, through a friend..) I have 100% been dumped in a very cowardly and disrespectful way; after dating Jason for nearly four years and being very serious, he broke up with me very abruptly over Facebook Messenger. His reason was valid, but at the same time, he NEVER talked to me about it. Apparently my depression was dragging him down. If he'd fucking communicated it, I would have explored new treatment options so goddamn fast. But no, he decided to snap his fingers and disappear. That's exactly WHY it was so traumatic, I think: it was so unexpected and sudden. Did you have a lot of role models as a kid? Animal enthusiasts like Steve Irwin and Jeff Corwin for sure. Do you feel like anyone looks up to you? Why or why not? God no. I'm just... not someone to aspire to be like. What was the last thing you found offensive? I'm not sure. Who is the nicest person you know? My mom. Do you feel safe in your country? I feel safe in NC, rather. Like I don't expect an atom bomb or terrorist attack or something in this obscure area. In the U.S.A. itself, sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. America is definitely not loved by every other country. Do you feel safe where you live? Not in this city, no. Have you been falsely diagnosed with something by a bad doctor? Yup. Did y'all know I apparently have ADHD? I know, shocking. Have you ever had a doctor refuse to treat you? No. Name the strangest game you’ve ever played (video game or real game): The first Silent Hill, probably. It took a lot of reading to get it. Do you know anyone who has been struck by lightning before? No. Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Does Stitch count? Or a Pokemon. Do you like marshmallows? Yes. What is your favorite flavor of candy cane? I really like the Jolly Rancher candy canes, I think they are? Have you ever fostered an animal? No. Do you still take hot showers when it’s hot out? Not as hot, but not cold except on very extreme occasions. When writing $ sign, do you draw one line through the S or two? Two. What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? I'm thankful that my parents were pretty open-minded to what pets I really wanted, but one I was never allowed to have was a ferret because of how messy and smelly they are. List three people you’ve had crushes on: Jason, Sara, and Sebastian were probably my biggest crushes. Have you ever thrown up from cramps? No, but god have I felt close. List three people you had a hard time forgiving. Jason, Colleen, and my dad. Who is the most spiritual person you know? Probably my sister's mother-in-law. Would you ever start a vlog? God no, I'd bore people to tears. Are your dreams coming true yet? I mean, I guess in some ways with my mental health. In my deepest depression, what I have now was a dream, even though current me is very discontent with it. Most of my dreams, though? No. Do you struggle with depression? I've been diagnosed with severe depression since 7th grade. Are you haunted by your past? A few things won't leave me alone. What medical conditions do you have? Just a lot. There are even more that are up for debate. I've talked about my diagnosed conditions enough. Do you use a Magic Bullet? No. What does your apron look like? I don’t have one. What are your favorite spicy foods? Hot Cheetos, Takis, hot wings, jalapeno pizza... Man, I love spicy food. Which do you like better: being an adult or being a kid? Being a kid. Were you excited to be a teenager on your thirteenth birthday? I had very mixed feelings. Did you feel insecure in high school? Shit, I still do. Would you ever be friends with someone who was suicidal? What the FUCK is this question? No fucking shit I would be. Someone being suicidal in no way affects who they are as a person. Who was the biggest bully in high school? I don't think there really was one. What was your favorite class in high school? Art. Would you rather have a daughter or a son? If I wanted kids, a daughter. Have you ever written to an advice columnist? No. Have you ever had a doctor not believe what you told him? Maybe? I did however have an employee at the ER the first time I went try to pry out of me that my self-mutilation was for attention, and it wasn't until I insisted about a dozen times that it wasn't that he believed me. It's odd looking back that I got REALLY attached to him during that stay, knowing now that it was absolutely horrible and extremely unhelpful for him to do that. If you’re female, would you feel uncomfortable having a male gynecologist? I would absolutely refuse to have a male one. Do you like Lisa Frank? Yeah, like can you talk about aesthetic. What gives you nightmares? Boy, I wish I could tell you, given how much I have them. Were you ever hospitalized as a child? No. Did you get senior pictures taken? No. What color is your bicycle? I don’t have one. Did you ever have to take home a fake baby in health class? No, thank fuck. Would you rather wear ivory or white on your wedding day? What color will your bridesmaids wear? I'd rather wear black. I think red will be the bridesmaids' color. Would you rather have a swimming pool or trampoline? I want a swimming pool so damn badly so I could exercise my legs without worrying about sweating, and I can stop and rest whenever I want, unlike going walking or something. I don't think my knees could handle a trampoline. Do you think babies are cute? Some, sure. But a lot, not really. Do you dream about the future a lot? Yeah. Do you think about your past a lot? Way too frequently. How good are you at living in the moment? I'm trying to get better at it. Have you ever questioned God’s existence? Yeah. Vanilla frosting or chocolate? Chocolate. What’s your favorite foreign cuisine? I've actually been exploring Italian pasta lately. I'm not a big fan of foreign food that I've tried, though. Have you ever moved to another state? No. Did you do anything productive today? No. .-. Can you say the alphabet backwards? No, actually. Do you like flowers? Of course; does anyone not? Have you ever thought you were gonna die? I didn't care if I did or didn't. What kind of mood are you in today? I was honestly really depressed through most of it. Just health stuff was really getting to me. I just woke up from what was honestly like a four-hour nap and I feel all right, I guess. What are you craving right now? I REALLY want Domino's jalapeno pizza. Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? No. What is worse, physical or emotional pain? Definitely emotional. Have you ever walked in on somebody doing something… questionable? When Dad still lived with us, I think he might have been watching... you know... on TV when I came into my parents' room for something. Idk for sure though. I didn't ask, and I don't want to know. If you were to make videos on YouTube, what would they be of? Oh god, idk. I don't want to make any. What I'd have most fun with would be reptile education, but I 1.) have literally one snake, 2.) am not extremely educated on a good number of them and don't want to be misleading, and 3.) I would run outta content fast. So, leave it to Snake Discovery, haha. Posting pictures of yourself in a bathing suit on the internet - ok or not? Yes, it's okay????? If you're talking about me personally though, you won't see me dead in a bathing suit picture. Do you typically laugh when somebody falls down? No, I gasp and see if they're okay. What is the most disturbing movie you’ve ever watched? Paranormal Entity. The ending is... a lot. Your opinion of Katy Perry, please? I like a couple of her songs. If you could say anything to your Mom right now… what would it be? "Thank you for absolutely everything."

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''leave a scar'' by marilyn manson

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blurglesmurfklaine · 3 years

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Top 10 t swizzle songs

WHOOOOOO HOWDY DOODLE DO HEY JAS!

this is so fucking hard because I’ve done the comprehensive ranking thing before but it CHANGES SO FREQUENTLY!! These are the current top ten songs I’m obsessed with and I’m realizing that I absolutely ADORE Speak Now as an album

10. Enchanted

Yes. Just. Fuck yes. Bops so fucking hard, literal fucking butterflies perfectly captures the feeling of meeting someone new and totally hitting it off! THIS NIGHT IS SPARKLING DONT YOU LET IT GOOOOO yes I have cried to this song

9. tolerate it

this is only on the list because I grew up the youngest daughter in a Mexican household. have I cried to this song? not yet, but I’m working on it

8. I Almost Do

I don’t care what ANYONE SAYS: Red is THE BREAKUP ALBUM AND I ALMOST DO, WHILE IT DOES NOT CARRY AS CLEAR A NARRATIVE AS ATW, HITS ALL THE RIGHT EMOTIONS OF NOT BEING ABLE TO MOVE ON AND YES I HAVE CRIED TO THIS SONG AS WELL

7. Long Live

Have I cried to this song?? If “promise me this: you’ll stand by me forever but if god forbid fate should step in and force us into a goodbye, if you have children some day, when you show them our pictures... PLEASE TELL THEM MY NAME” OKAY OF UOU THINK I didn’t TEAR UP JUST FUCKING WRITING THAT THEN YOU ARE DEADASS WRONG OKAY LONG LIVE IS ONE OF THOSE HAPPY SONGS THAT REMINDS ME OF GRADUATION SO I JUST BAWL UNCONTROLLABLY EVERY TIME IT PLAYS

6. Dear John

“I’m shining like fireworks OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOWN!!!!!” my god. MY. GOD. Who hurt her? Kidding, it was John Mayer and we all fucking know it and oh my fucking god??? yes I cry almost every fucking time I listen

5. cardigan

cries once, almost got caught expressing emotion, never again. But damn “leaving like a father” GIRL WHO GAVE YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT???

4. New Year’s Day

We should have seen folklore coming when she threw “please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere”. Honestly this is one of my all time favorites because it’s just. The instrumentation is so simple and stripped down compared to the rest of the album and I know some people think it doesn’t fit but listen to the words!! The words are stripped down, and she is so ducking emotionally vulnerable throughout the album and then FINALLY on the last track, the production reflects that.

And NYD is set after a party, right?? and when I listen to it, I get that feeling, that almost echo-y feeling you get after a fun night out??? where everything was once so loud and no it’s achingly quiet and you kind of just sit and absorb the energy? I get THAT feeling listening to it, which I think is the point she’s trying to emulate anyway! because the line “I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Years Day” just translates to “we’ve had fun, the party is over, but I still want you. I want you now and forever more” and NYD is kind of the only “stripped down” song on that album!

So she’s essentially saying in the “party songs” “hey I like you. I’ve never felt like this.” and then in NYD she wraps it all up by saying “fun’s over. People are gone. I still want YOU” AND THEN I SCREAM YES THIS SONG HAS MADE ME CRY SEVERAL TIMES

3. All Too Well

I will not argue the validity of the bridge. The bridge is fucking immaculate, we all know that. And it’s one of those “scream at the top of your lungs!!!!!” moments for SURE! But what fucking kills me, is the moment right after.

“time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralyzed by it. I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it”

It’s that moment when you’re just too fucking broken and exhausted to scream anymore. you have all this love for someone and it’s got nowhere to go now, and so much of your identity was designed around loving someone else that you don’t even have yourself to get through it.

10/10 would and have cried several times and wrecked my vocal cords to this song

2. Cornelia Street

OKAY THIS SONG JUST MAKES ME REALLY FUCKING HAPPY LIKE I SMILE EVERY TIME IT COMES ON AND YES I STILL CRY WHEN IT COMES ON BECAUSE SHE CAPTURES THE FEAR OF LOSING SOMEONE SO WELL LIKE “FYI if I ever lose you, I WILL go out of my mind!” AND IF THAT AINT ME BABEY IDK WHAT IS

1. peace

Lord. This song. THIS SONGGGGGGGG

it’s definitely one of those I overlooked the first listens through, ngl, I even skipped it a few times at first.

and then I really listened to the fucking lyrics and oh my god. Oh my god.

Initially, Taylor wrote this song with the idea of “I could never give you the peaceful life you crave” in her mind. As in, she will always have tours, always have paparazzi following her, etc etc. but the universality of her text just let me apply that shit Willy Nilly to my life

My interpretation of it was really sealed down when I watched the folklore documentary and one of the co-writers mentioned his depression and how he relates peace to that and his partner. Struggling with mental health sucks like. so bad??? And I’m already kind of a fucking mess underneath all that and there are several people in my life who I love dearly and just. I will never be a source of peace for them. I’ve accepted that, and I just hope that everything else I bring to the table is worth it. I just hope it’s worth it to stay in my life, ya know?

12/10 the guitar riff reduces me to tears the second it hits my ears

I did NOT intend for this to get so long oops but HERE YA GO! Thanks so much for the ask!!

ask me anything!

#ask #asks #gorgxoxus

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bxebxee · 6 years

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I want Taehyung, the ultimate baby and kid lover, hugger, kisser, a whole playful tender caring family man, to impregnate me so bad??? There's something about a man that's good with kids and gosh he just exudes that real daddy aura? I want to experience his raging impregnation kink in the rawest filthiest most loving way. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

you are me and i am you! merry christmas and ily all!!!!

“One more.”

“No.”

It’s just past eleven on Christmas Eve, and the house is finally silent after a whole ton of cajoling and glaring to get the kids to sleep. The glaring was from you; Taehyung is the designated cajoler, the “friend” dad. The kids never seem to want to relax before Christmas, and you’re getting too old for this.

You lay down on the carpeted floor, enjoying the simple pleasure of doing nothing. Having six sons makes you appreciate the rare moments of stillness.

“Number two doesn’t even call me ‘the best daddy in the whole wide world’ anymore. I’m getting empty nest syndrome,” Taehyung sighs, the pout on his face growing by the second. He joins you on the floor, hand finding yours by habit.

If you were less tired, you could have probably managed a decent laugh, but the sound that escapes you is more like a sad whine. “That’s not what empty nest syndrome is, babe,” you tell him. Taehyung already knows, but he’s just the smallest bit sad. Playing favorites isn’t the best thing in the world for parents to do, but number two is a little bit special to Taehyung.

“And I thought we agreed that six was enough,” you remind him.

Taehyung hums, acknowledging the conversation. “But seven…”

“If I have twins again, I’ll never speak to you.”

One pair of infant twins was enough. You and Taehyung were only going for the five kids he went on and on about, but you had been surprised with twins, pushing the grand total up from five to a whopping six. He was thrilled.

“It’s a lucky number,” Taehyung tells you, a twinkle in his eye. “And it could be a girl…”

You roll your eyes. “That’s never mattered to me… Don’t project.”

Taehyung has the decency to blush.

“But making the babies is fun.” He’s grinning now, tugging at your hand like an eager kid. “And trying a few more times just to make sure…”

It’s never been just a “few” times of “making sure”, but you are grateful that neither you nor Taehyung had infertility or incompatibility issues.

You look at Taehyung, at his his happy expression and the wrinkles that frame the corners of his eyes which give him just enough age and distinction, and you thank every powerful being out there that you’re with a man who loves you just as much as you love him. You see yourself reflected in his eyes, and you are giddy to actually like the person staring back at you.

He wets his lips with a peek of tongue, minor in lasciviousness, but with just enough suggestion to send the message. “How bout it, wife?”

It has never taken too much effort to convince you.

“Seven? Think you can handle it?” you challenge.

Taehyung smirks, sidling up closer to you. “Need I remind you who has more ‘best dad’ goods?”

“That’s because they know you’re easy to please,” you retort, voice dropping to a whisper because he’s inching up to you for sex. Taehyung is deliciously obvious, and he never hides his desire from you.

“Damn right, I’m easy,” Taehyung says before he kisses you. You don’t know how many times he’s kissed you just like this or how many more times he would, but it hasn’t gotten old yet. “I’m yours” is what each swipe of his tongue feels like, and you crave the validation.

You have no idea if number seven will be conceived on Christmas Eve or at all. Baby or no, you would still fuck your husband, and enthusiastically too.

Taehyung is quick to undress, shoving down his pants first because he wants to be out and ready for you. And true to expectation, you swallow his cock at first sight, sucking down his semi-hard length in teasing mouthfuls and licks while he struggles to get his ugly christmas sweater off his body. It’s a tad too small because he’s gained a little bit of holiday pudge since last Christmas.

“Keep that up and you’re gonna eat my kid instead…”

You slap his thigh in warning since he can’t see you glare at him through the sweater over his head.

“Shut up, you’re not even hard yet!” you hiss, minding your volume.

Taehyung laughs from behind the fabric until he finally gets it over and off. You shoot him an amused look before taking your turn at shedding the layers of clothing.

“I was Cold,” you explain after layer three.

“This is very inaccessible,” he replies mildly, stroking himself calmly while watching you peel off a camisole to reveal a pink, cotton bra.

“Yeah, well I didn’t know we were gonna have hot baby-making sex tonight.”

Taehyung squeezes his cock at the thought, and getting hard is easier than expected.

“I’m always down to pump you full of my seed,” he grins, wagging his eyebrows like a fool.

You inhale sharply. “That kind of line is only good via text message!” Your gaze has the audacity to look down at his hand jerking himself off, and you groan at the erotic picture he makes.

“Let’s get you bred,” he jokes, and you throw your bra at him.

“I’m gonna make you wear a condom if you don’t stop,” you huff, winking after a beat because he looked like you kicked the puppy.

You ride Taehyung on the soft carpet, moaning in soft pants because you have to use your indoor sex voices.

“Can we please fuck in a motel one of these days,” you whisper, eyes closed as you enjoy your husband’s cock. “I wanna scream your name properly for once…”

Taehyung grimaces, but you don’t see it. “No,” he says simply.

“Why not?”

Taehyung thrusts his hips upwards, catching you on a downstroke. The breath leaves your lungs in a silent whoosh, as the deep penetration takes you by surprise. Your eyes meet his, and he cradles your ass with his hands.

“I’m not having our kids conceived in some shitty motel,” he pants. “We fuck at home, or not at all.”

And you wonder why you’re even surprised, but his statement makes your heart melt and your pussy turn into jelly.

“G-good answer,” you manage.

“I know right?”

You smile, loving him with all your heart as you bounce up and down his length. Taehyung caresses your ass and hips, his hands fluttering over your waist and eventually stopping over your stretchmark-covered stomach. Those lines are his favorite, as he’s confessed to you multiple times a day.

“I love you,” Taehyung moans, planting his feet on the ground as he feels his impending orgasm. He is probably closer to the edge than you are, but it doesn’t matter to you.

You take his hand and press it against your crotch. Taehyung gets the hint, and soon, nimble fingers press against your clit in full, steady circles.

“Oh,” you sigh, hands balling into a fist from having to control your volume. People always thought Taehyung was the loud one, but when it came to sex, you were the screamer - not him.

“Fuck it out of me,” Taehyung begs, almost evilly. He knows you get off on that kind of stuff, and it’s cute how you react almost immediately even after all these years.

You grind your hips on top of his, chest heaving as your breathing takes a heavy turn into the high speed zone. And you laugh as a thought strikes you out of nowhere: that you’re doing all the work for Taehyung’s baby making fantasies to come to life. You are, however, also self-aware enough to know that it’s a little bit of your fantasy too, so maybe it’s a Merry Christmas to the both of you.

“I’m cumming,” you announce in a feverish voice, your volume getting a bit too loud. Taehyung pushes off the ground with a hand to sit up, pulling your body in closer to kiss you. Dry lips meet wet mouth, and you’re tightening over him nearly instantaneously.

Taehyung groans into your mouth, squeezing your ass until he leaves nail marks on your soft skin. You continue to grind on top of him through your orgasm, and he finally cums in a grateful sigh.

“Darn,” you laugh, kissing him on the nose when you see his fucked-out expression. “We missed Christmas by fifteen minutes.”

Taehyung turns his head to see the wall clock read 11:46PM.

“We can lie about the time,” he tells you. “Merry Christmas.”

#answered #drafts #taehyung smut #taehyung scenarios #i’m tagging bc it’s kind of completeish?

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not-close-to-straight · 6 years

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*Christmas* (Chapter Seven)

CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST HERE

Enjoy :)

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“I love Christmastime, mistletoe and cherry wine.” Tony sang quietly as he strung mistletoe over the door at the entrance to the Tower, hooking it carefully through the giant wreath already there. “Songs of Christmas Cheer, when Christmas time is near.”

A sprig of bright red and beautiful green over the elevator as well-- “Love to hear the whole world singing, all the jingle bells are ringing!” Tony pinned a garland all the way around the elevator doors, tucking miniature poinsettias into the leaves. “Joy to the world, I love Christmas!”

Mistletoe went above the door to the kitchen, one hung over the oven, six or seven in the hallway leading to their rooms. One in the reading room, several in the living room, one or two above the bar. A smaller one with bells above each bedroom door, a half a dozen scattered around the shooting range, even one above the door of the hulk proof apartment deep in the basement because even Big and Green deserved a smooch.

Then Tony made himself a cup of hot chocolate and grabbed his sketchbook, lounging out on the couch in the living room, trying to finish up the design for the outdoor lights, stuck on exactly which colors to use, and which songs to have the lights flash along to.

The elevator door dinged, and he looked up hopefully, ready to see the first couple kiss under this mistletoe.

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“Ms. Potts.” Rhodes looked up, then back down with a smirk. “I do believe we are supposed to kiss now.”

“I suppose those are the rules, Colonel Rhodes.” she teased right back, still pink cheeked and laughing from an impromptu lunch date-turned-walk in the park that had ended with him buying her roses and holding her close to keep her warm.

“Come here then, beautiful.” Rhodes slid both arms around her tiny waist and cuddled her against his body, bumping their noses together before laying the sweetest kiss on her upturned lips.

“James.” she whispered, blushing, and he grinned down at her.

“You guys are adorable!” Tony called and Pepper blushed harder.

“I have work to do, Colonel.” she pushed at him gently and he stole one more kiss before letting her go, waving to Tony and promising to call him later.

“Tony.” Pepper unwound the scarf from her neck, setting the bouquet of roses down on the table and sitting gracefully on the couch. “Is all that mistletoe really necessary?”

“Every bit of it.” he promised. “Now hey, should the lights flash along to Jingle Bell Rock, or Let it Snow?”

“Both?” she suggested, kicking her shoes off. “That way the light show isn't just the same thing repeating over and over.”

“That's why I love you.” Tony made a note on his sketch pad. “Multiple songs it is.”

Pepper took in his holiday sweater and thick socks, the candy jar he kept dipping his hand into, listening to him hum along to the music and smiled to herself.

“I love you too, Tony. Hey, do you want to watch a movie tonight?”

“I would love to!” Tonys face lit. “Ive been craving a Die-Hard marathon!”

“Hm.” Pepper gestured to his sweater. “I never would have guessed.”

{{TONYS SWEATER}

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“I am pleased we do not have to hide any longer.” Thor murmured as he walked Steve backwards down the hall, pausing to kiss him under every single bit of mistletoe Tony had hung above their heads. “To be able to kiss and hold you as I please--”

His voice trailed off when he pulled Steve close again, their mouths meeting in a heated kiss, tongues twisting together until Steve was practically whining, pulling at Thor's shirt and urging him to keep moving towards their bedroom.

“Tis nearly impossible to keep from touching you.” Thor continued, sucking a bruise onto the curve of Steve’s neck, tightening his arms around Steve's waist when the blondes knees threatened to give out. “I cannot wait to….” his hand slid around to Steve’s stomach--

--And just like that the moment was broken, Steve ripping out of his arms and jumping away, both hands held out in front of him.

“No!” Steve blurted and Thor lowered his brows in confusion. “No. No, Thor. I'm not doing that. I don't want kids. I can't handle that. You should have told me that we needed to be careful about that sort of thing, I swear I can't, Icanthandlekidsidontwanttobepregnantpleasefortheloveofgod--”

“Settle.” Thor held one big hand out to quiet Steve’s rapidly panicking rambling. “Now. You pull away from me because you think I am attempting to...have a child with you?”

“You touched my stomach!” Steve accused. “Just now! I felt you!”

Thor was obviously trying not to laugh, covering his mouth with his hand and working to keep his voice steady. “Yes I did. You are aware I enjoy your body, Steven, including your--” he made a motion over his own stomach. “Why all the sudden are you concerned about children?”

“Because you’re the god of Fertility!” Steve pointed out, sounding anxious and looking completely frazzled. “If anyone could get me pregnant it would be YOU!”

“That might be true.” Thor admitted. “But only if you were another magic being. I could not impregnate a human male.”

“Are you sure?” Steve narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Because I am not ready to be stuck with a baby just because you didn't want to wear a condom.”

“You have nothing to worry about, my love.” Thor was losing the battle with his mirth, lips twitching as he tried to hold in a grin and speak seriously. “If I had thought there was even a chance of something like that, I would have taken the appropriate precautions from the very first moment.”

Steve frowned, but came back when Thor motioned for him. “You’re sure?” he asked again and Thor nodded, hiding his face in Steve’s shoulder.

“Is this why you pushed me away last night? Insisted we only use our hands though I was nigh desperate to be inside you?” he bit a sharp bite onto Steve’s neck and smiled when the Captain tossed his head back and moaned.

“Yes.” Steve was panting as Thor's hands began to wander. “Tony had said--”

“Of course it was Tony.” Thor rumbled and finally he laughed, mouthing sweet kisses up Steve’s jaw. “Of course he was the one to put the thought into your head. Settle, love, tis just nonsense to make you worry.”

“Thank god.” Steve breathed a laugh and captured Thor's mouth in a hungry kiss. “Can we go to bed then?”

Thor simply scooped Steve up in his arms, knowing the big soldier secretly loved being carried as if he was small, and headed to their room.

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“Hey baby.” Clint caught Natasha under the mistletoe by the stove, spinning her around to kiss her thoroughly right as she was retrieving her tea from the microwave.

“Clint!” Natasha laughed but kissed him back. “I could have burnt my hand!”

“I have perfect reflexes.” Clint countered. “I would have caught it.”

“Hm.” Natasha hummed in agreement and relaxed into his arms. “Taking advantage of Tony hanging mistletoe everywhere, are we?”

“I don't need a plant to tell me when to kiss the woman I love.” Clint scoffed. “But it did give me a valid excuse.”

Natasha kissed him again, simply because he was adorable, and made to slide out of his arms.

“Hey.” Clint caught her hand, his blue eyes suddenly serious. “This Monday I have a special night planned for us, alright? Make sure you don't get roped into any of Tony's shenanigans so I can take you out.”

“Oh yeah?” she raised her eyes in question. “A special night like, I should go buy something lacy and see through to wear? Or a special night like I need a new dress?”

“Um. Both.” Clint kissed her nose. “I would love to see you with a beautiful dress on just as much as I'd like to see what you’re wearing under the dress.”

“Seven years together and still want to see me in lingerie, hm?” she teased. “Whatever I am doing must be working.”

Clint grinned down at her. “Working like a champ, Tasha.”

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“I'll just be a few minutes.” Peter promised. “Mr. Stark made an upgrade to my web shooters and I just have to grab them from the lab and I'll be back.”

“It's pretty fucking ridiculous that Stark banned me from the Tower.” Wade frowned in disgust, staring up at the huge building. “I'm practically an Avenger. I should get to--”

“Babe, the last time you were here uninvited you ended up grabbing a repulsor gauntlet and destroying half a floor before falling out a window and splatting all over the street.” Peter said patiently. “Mr Stark just asked that you only come around when invited, and added on that under no circumstances should you even be allowed in the lab.”

“Okay, you know when you tell the story in that tone of voice it's always going to sound bad!” Wade huffed. “Hurry up then, sweet cheeks. I've got places to be.”

“You literally have nowhere to be.” Peter rolled his eyes, then glanced back up to see the mistletoe above the door. “Come here though, let me kiss you under the mistletoe.”

Wade grumbled, but hopped up the steps and let Peter pull him down into a long kiss, breaking apart only when he tried to cop a feel and Peter slapped his hand away.

“Not on the steps to the Avengers Tower.” Peter said firmly and Wade threw up his hands in irritation before stomping back to the taxi.

“Drama Queen.” Peter whispered affectionately.

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“Collin, darling?” Bond called, opening the door to their shared flat. “There was a package waiting on your step.”

“Ta, love.” Q smooshed a kiss onto Bond’s cheek, rubbing his nose across the stubble and making a face. “Shave, won't you, James? Mummy hates when I bring you to dinner looking homeless.”

“Homeless?” Bond looked askance. “Has she seen that addict brother of yours lately? I had to go help John get him from the gutter. He asked that we call him Shezza as if--”

“You know that Sherlock has...unorthodox sleuthing methods.” Q mumbled, opening the card taped to the front of the package. “Oh, it's from Tony!”

“Who’s Tony?” Bond poured himself a drink and sat back on their couch, patting his lap encouragingly until Q came and snuggled against him.

“Tony Stark. Lovely man, bit of an arsehole, but darling all the same. American, he is the head of that ridiculous team that seems to run roughshod where ever they please.”

“The Avengers.” Bond supplied.

“Quite. I met him some time ago when he needed help coding program against some sort of rogue AI.”

“Sorry, you coded programming against a rogue AI?” Bonds blue eyes narrowed. “When was this?”

“Now James, you have your missions and I have mine.” Q said mildly, opening the box as quickly as he could. “Oh he’s such a love! Look what he sent us!”

Nestled inside the box was a delicately crafted glass ornament inscribed, “Our First Christmas”, a smaller card congratulating them on their new relationship, and a carefully wrapped bit of mistletoe.

“What a sweet thing to send us.” Q touched the beautiful ornament with careful fingers. “He really is darling.”

“Well we shouldn't let his gift go to waste, should we?” Bond plucked the mistletoe from the box and tucked it into Q’s curls. “Give us a kiss.”

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To: Tony-- James and I love our gift, sorry I couldn't get back to you earlier, James really appreciated the mistletoe.

To Q: Just doing my part for Queen and country and all that!

Tony put his phone down with a smile and went back to finalizing his sketch.

It had been a good day, watching everyone kiss and smile and smile and kiss under each bit of mistletoe they encountered. Thor and Steve had disappeared for hours, as they tended to do, and reemerged looking satisfied and happy. Natasha had been wondering all day what sort of date Clint could possibly have planned for them, and once Sam had come home he had sat with Bruce and played chess in front of the fireplace for a few hours.

A good day.

Bucky stood in the doorway of the common area and watched Tony draw, hoping the genius wouldn't look up, because Bucky knew he wouldn't be able to hide the longing in his gaze.

Despite the encouragement from last night, he was still unsure about approaching Tony, about talking about a date, or two or a thousand. He didn't know if the man was interested, or if he just blushed whenever anyone complimented him. He wasn't sure if Tony would want just a hook up, or a real relationships, or even anything at all.

One thing Bucky was sure about, though, was trying to catch Tony under the mistletoe soon.

He figured a good, solid kiss would let Tony know exactly how he felt, and how badly Bucky wanted him.

He just had to wait for the right moment.

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#ncts christmas #spideypool #00q #thundershield #widowhawk #mistletoe

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sophisticatedloserchick · 7 years

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Fanfic - Keeping You Warm - 1/1

Summary: Five times Iris has worn Barry’s clothing to keep warm.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 4083

A/N: Snuggle up with your favorite blanket and get a cup of hot cocoa and please enjoy <3

Plaid Shirt

Iris wonders if the phrase 'If the best part is the cuddling afterwards then he's not doing it right' actually had any validity.

Cause for her the best part of lovemaking with Barry was the afterglow.

Don't get her wrong Iris loved sex. She especially loved sex with Barry. Their lovemaking being passionate and intense but also playful. Iris never had any lover quite like Barry before who seemed bent on attending to her every need.

But it's the intimacy in the afterglow she loves best. When their bodies melt into the mattress, or any other hard surface that they could find, from exhaustion. Their limbs become tangled together flushed with heat and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Neither wanting to be any more apart more then they had to. Iris had never been like this with any of her past lovers. She never saw herself as anything less than giving in the bedroom. But with Barry it was as though they couldn't get enough of each other.

Iris could feel Barry placing soft kisses at the back of her neck when she rolled back over to face him.

“Hey,” Iris said softly.

“Hey right back,” Barry said a tad too smugly.

Barry leaned in for a kiss but Iris placed a hand on his chest to hold him back.

“Don't take this the wrong way but I'm really craving pizza,” Iris grinned.

“Pizza would require you leaving the bed,” Barry pouted. “Which means we can't do anymore naked cuddling.”

“Only for a moment,” Iris scooted away when Barry's hand came dangerously close to wrapping around her wrist. “Besides don't tell me you're not craving a large pepperoni pizza right now.”

Barry took a moment to consider this idea nodding in defeat.

“Can I get extra mushrooms too?” He asked.

“Well that depends,” Iris arched her eyebrow at Barry. “Do you intend on kissing me with those lips again tonight?”

“Plain pepperoni is great too,” Barry rushed to assure her.

Iris giggle as she climbed out of the bed. She didn't bother searching for her bra or dealing with the difficult zipper of her dress. She would only be getting out of bed to make a phone call before going back for more 'naked cuddling' as Barry liked to put it. She settled on picking up Barry's blue and red plaid shirt from where it had been tossed onto the dresser during their frantic undressing.

Iris slipped her arms through and then rolled up the sleeves several times. She hummed softly to herself while doing up the buttons one by one. A smile tugging at her lips as memories an hour earlier when her fingers had been frantic to pull those same button apart. She left the top two buttons undone exposing V shaped expanse of brown skin. The hemline of the shift barely brushing along her lower thighs.

Iris loved wearing Barry's shirts. Especially after they made love. She felt a certain sense of possessiveness at her being the one to wear his shirts.

One glance over to where Barry was watching her from the bed and she knew she wasn't the only one who felt that way.

“God Iris,” Barry breathed out, his green eyes a few shades darker than normal. “That is completely unfair.”

“What is?” Iris smiled coyly while her fingers playfully tugged at the hemline of his shirt.

Seconds later Iris let out a soft yelp as her back suddenly hit the mattress again.

“Pizza can wait,” Barry's long fingers undid at the buttons of the shirt. “Right now I'm hungry for something else.”

Cardigan Sweater

It's late at night when Iris arrived at Barry's lab. The police station was eerily quiet at this time. She only noticed a few patrolmen walking the halls and detectives taking advantage of a slow night to catch up on their paperwork.

Iris had been making a habit of coming here late at night a few times a week. Ever since she and Barry started dating she'd come here with a bag of take-out food as her excuse to visit him. In the early days of their relationship Iris didn't want to come across too needy. Them being together felt delicate at times. As though one misstep could cause it to dissolve away. Which is why Iris used the excuse of being concerned over her boyfriend's rapid metabolism in order to see him.

Now months later, and her confidence in their relationship stronger, Iris bringing Barry food at work had become a routine. One of the few moments in their hectic lives where the two of them could be alone. To talk and catch up with each other, maybe sneak in a heavy make-out session on the couch if Barry was working alone that night. Even the risk of being caught, which had happened twice already by Captain Singh walking in for a report, was worth it to touch and kiss Barry as much as she wanted.

Pushing through the door to Barry's lab she was disappointment to find it empty. The large room cast in shadows with the only light coming from the lamp on Barry's desk. As she walked further in Iris noticed all of Barry's paperwork was still spread out messily across his desk. Barry might not be the neatest person but he was fastidious about cleaning up his desk at the end of the night.

Iris then noticed the post-it note on Barry's computer screen.

'Cisco called. Be back in a jiff :) '

A smile broke out on Iris's lips as she read the note. She didn't know what was more adorable Barry using the word 'jiff' or the happy face he drew on there.

Iris placed the bag of food on his desk for him. She debated what to do now. She hated the idea of not getting to see him after spending the whole day apart but she had no clue how long he would be.

She sat down on his desk chair prepared to wait. A shiver ran through her as she sat alone in the lab. Iris always found Barry's lab cold. As if the heat from the furnace downstairs was too far away. Iris didn't know how Barry could stand it but according to him most laboratories were normally cold so he was used to it. Iris had a sneaking suspicion his speedster abilities helped too.

Another shiver passed through Iris as the cold air settled underneath her skin. Her thin cashmere sweater not doing enough to ward off the cold. Iris glanced around in search for something of Barry's to keep her warm when she noticed one of his sweaters crumpled on the ground.

Iris rolled her eyes in fond amusement. Apparently Barry's habit of tossing his clothes to the ground was not limited to the West family living room floor.

Iris picked up the sweater to see it was her favorite of Barry's cardigan sweaters. The dark green one that brought out the color in his eyes. Whenever Barry wore this particular sweater Iris would tease him about looking like a 'nerdy professor' but truthfully she loved the 'nerdy professor' look on him.

Iris eagerly slipped on the cardigan. The familiar smell of Barry's soap and laundry detergent washing over her making her think of home. The sleeves were stretched out from the many times Barry wore this sweater that it covered her hands.

Iris wrapped the cardigan around her like a blanket. Trying to use every inch of the material to cover her body. Her nose burying itself into the material to once again breath in Barry's scent. The combination of sitting down and the warmth of the sweater caused Iris's eyelids to droop. The fight to stay awake to see Barry completely lost as she drifted off to sleep.

What felt like seconds later Iris startled awake. In her drowsy state it took her a second to realize she was no longer sitting on Barry's desk chair but instead curled up on the couch in the lab. Her body pressed up against Barry's solid one.

Blinking the sleep out of her eyes Iris glanced up to see Barry back in his civilian clothes working on a pile of paperwork resting on his lap.

“Hey,” Iris murmured softly.

The scratching of Barry's pen against paper halted. His head turned to smile down at her. His big, goofy smile that made his eyes crinkle. Iris loved that smile, it always made something warm curl in her stomach.

“Hey you,” Barry's arm draped over her shoulders tightened. “Did I wake you?”

“Nope,” Iris nuzzled into his shoulder. “I wanted to be awake to see you anyway.”

“You should of gone home,” Barry put his paperwork to the side to fully turn towards her. “I came back here to see you looking cold and uncomfortable asleep on my chair.”

“Not cold,” Iris argued. “Your sweater kept me warm.”

“Good,” Barry kissed the top of her head. “But hopefully I'm better than my sweater, right?”

“Too close to tell,” Iris shifted till she was sitting on his lap. “Cuddle with me some more and I'll be able to say.”

Sweatshirt

Iris loves going after Meta-Humans. The thrill of the chase. Using her mind to outsmart them. Protecting the people of Central City from danger.

What she doesn't love about going after Meta-humans is when they spew green globs of goo on her. Sure she captured this particularly gross Meta-human but at the cost of being covered head to toe in a gross substance that made her want to hurl.

The second she arrived back at Star Labs she had been shooed off to the shower facilities by Caitlin and Cisco. Iris felt a little annoyed at them both plugging their noses while doing so. They should know by now doing heroic things wasn't always glamorous.

Then again no one was more eager to get rid of the foul smelling goo then her.

The showers at Star Labs were more designed for emergencies like chemical burns. The stalls were all in chrome steel and glass walls. Iris tried to avoid using them since she always felt a little exposed. She didn't worry about that today as she quickly peeled off her clothes slick from goo. A sigh of relief escaping her as soon as the hot water hit her body.

Iris went straight to work scrubbing the goo off her brown skin. The soap left behind in the stall was Barry's from the few times he took a shower here. She did a quick rinse of her hair with plans of attending to it better when she got home to her own hair care supplies. On her third time washing her body Iris spotted a familiar red streak through the white steam that filled up the room.

“Iris?” Barry's voice called out. “I brought you a change of clothes.”

“Thanks,” Iris answered while bending down to soap up her legs.

“Um....are you...” Barry trailed off distractedly. “Are you okay? You know from the...from the...”

“Meta-Human attack?” Iris supplied for him as she ran the soapy cloth across her neck down to her breasts.

“Yeah that,” Barry's voice sounded high and strained.

Iris had no idea what was wrong with Barry. Normally when she went after a Meta-human alone Barry would be overly doting with concern or give her a stern lecture about not putting her life in danger.

Not sound like he was a thirteen year old going through a rough patch of puberty.

Then it hit her.

The steam from the hot water would only do so much in covering up her body.

Iris glanced through the glass doors and got her confirmation when she could make out the tall and gangly outline of Barry's body.

Which meant he could see all of her too.

Suddenly being exposed in the Star Labs showers wasn't such a bad thing.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” Iris drew the cloth teasingly slow down her torso to her stomach. “Or are you going to join me?”

In mere seconds Barry got out of his Flash suit and stood beside her naked in the shower.

“I hate goo spewing meta-humans,” Iris turned her back to Barry and pulling her hair over her shoulder.

“I know,” Barry took the cloth from her to wash her back. “But the cleaning up part afterwards makes it worth it right?”

Iris let out a pleased hum as Barry's hands wandered further down her body.

After a blissful shower, that took thirty minutes longer than a normal shower, Barry and Iris stepped out.

“Your change of clothes is over there,” Barry said while toweling his hair dry.

Iris wrapped a towel around her body then turned to see a pile of clothes left on the bench. She reached down to pick up the familiar navy blue sweatshirt with the white Star Labs emblazoned on it. She could tell right away the size of the sweatshirt and the length of the arms that it was obviously Barry's.

“Really Barry?” Iris then smirked at Barry and held the sweatshirt up by her fingers.

“What?” Barry tried to appear innocent but the smug look on his face ruined that.

“You think you're so slick,” Iris rolled her eyes.

Barry shrugged his shoulders and gave that boyish grin that Iris loved so much. Not to mention she found it even more attractive with Barry standing there in his grey sweatpants with drops of water rolling down his bare chest. Damn him for looking so good right now.

Well two can play that game.

Iris casually let the towel wrapped around her to drop to the floor. Barry's eyes widened before they blatantly flickering across her body. Very slowly she slipped the sweatshirt over her body. Tugging it down till the hemline reached her thighs.

Iris knew what did this to Barry. Knew it drove him crazy to see her like this. Knew that before they got together Barry had countless fantasies of her in Star Labs that included more than just her working with Cisco and Caitlin and helping him track down the latest meta-human. Fantasies that involved the two of them being intimate in the many nooks and crannys of Star Labs. Of the two of them celebrating their victories. And of course Barry's desire to see her in nothing but his Star Labs sweatshirt.

Barry was sweet but that didn't mean he didn't have dirty thoughts.

“Uhhhh....I got you pants too,” Barry said distractedly as Iris walked towards him. His eyes glued to the smooth brown skin of her legs.

“Oh I know,” Iris tugged at the hemline of the sweatshirt to draw Barry's focus to her thighs. “But then I thought 'why put on pants when Barry is going to take me home?'.”

Iris clutched to Barry tighter as he gathered her up in his arms to speed them out of Star Labs.

Cableknit Sweater

Iris has never been great at heading warnings especially if it kept her from doing her job.

She called it her 'selective hearing'. She heard what she wanted to hear. Often relying on her gut instincts to see her through.

Barry called it stubbornness. The most frequent argument between them as a couple came up when Barry warned Iris about potential dangers and Iris would then completely ignore it. She didn't mean to ignore his concerns. She just had no intention on letting them slow her down.

However on a day like today Iris wished she listened to Barry's warning.

She should of known that when the weather man warned that a class three hurricane was about to hit that didn't mean pack an umbrella, that meant stay indoors if you had any sense. Because to go outside when rain came down in hard sheets and the wind snapped trees in half would be a terrible idea.

Iris of course ignored both the weather man and Barry's concerned protests.

She had a story to chase down after all.

By the end of the day Iris regretted not listening to her boyfriend.

She walked through the front door of their apartment completely drenched. She did not have a patch of dry skin on her body. Her clothes were soaked in the cold rain. Her hair dripped water on the floor every time she moved. She'd never been so cold in her entire life. The exposed skin of her hands and face were numb. The blistering wind had whipped through her almost knocking her over to the ground several times. By the time she got home Iris wondered if she would ever know the sensation of warmth ever again.

At the sound of her come home Barry had arrived at the front hallway. He took one look at her and had to purse his lips together to keep from laughing.

“D-don't sa-ay a w-word,” Iris said through her clattering teeth.

“Wouldn't dream of it,” Barry raised his hands up in a sign of peace but the glint in his bright green eyes that on the inside he was laughing at her.

“I hate the rain,” Iris said petulantly. Another shiver wracked through her body followed by a dry cough. Barry's initial amusement quickly melted into concern.

“You need to get out of those wet clothes,” Barry ordered. “Before you catch a cold.”

Iris nodded not able to speak because her teeth were chattering so loudly. She wrapped her arms around her torso in a failed attempt to warm herself up. Barry was right though she needed to get out of these wet clothes.

In a blink of a eye Iris found herself in the bathroom. She sighed happily at the curls of warm mist in the air from the bath Barry had drawn for her. Best Boyfriend Ever.

“You're the best,” Iris said while attempting to take off her clothes. She found herself struggling as her clothes were now plastered to her skin. She could barely manage to get her arm through the sleeve of her shirt.

“Here let me,” Barry chuckled.

“Can't wait to get me out of my clothes Allen?” Iris said through a very unattractive sniffle.

“Babe don't take this the wrong way,” Barry grinned at her. “You are a gorgeous woman but even you can't make 'drowned look' attractive.”

Iris would have elbowed him in the side but she did need his help to undress. She'd save her retribution for later.

Barry's hands firmly but gently tugged her clothes off. Iris shivered again but this time at the pleasure of Barry's warm, large hands touching her body.

“You feel like an ice-cube,” Barry pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.

Iris let out a displeased murmur as Barry' got rid of her last layers. He tugged her panties down her legs and unclasped her bra. Usually such actions were done in the heat of passion but this time Iris could feel the care behind his actions. Despite being completely naked and vulnerable she felt safe with Barry.

“Come on,” Barry urged. “Lets get you in the bath.”

Iris put up no argument as she stepped into the tub. A hiss escaping her at the heat of the water surrounding her skin. Carefully Iris submerged herself into the lavender scented water. Lying in the bath Iris felt as though she ascended into heaven.

“God this is perfect,” Iris moaned.

“Glad you like it,” Barry crouched down beside the tub.

“Wanna join me?” Iris turned on her side to look at him. Her hand reaching out to run through his hair. Barry caught her hand in his own then placed a kiss at the center of her palm. Iris felt herself melt and it wasn't just because of the bath water.

“Maybe next time,” Barry pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I'm making us dinner.”

“Its really unfair how perfect you are,” Iris mock grumbled.

“Remember that the next time I'm late for one of our dates,” Barry leaned forward to capture her lips in a soft kiss.

Barry then left her to enjoy her bath.

Iris happily let her body fully submerge into the sweet smelling hot water. The cold that had set deep into her bones melted away. Blissfully she allowed herself to float not letting her thoughts linger on the horrible day she had. She had nearly fallen asleep when she heard a light rapping at the door.

“Iris? You awake in there?”

“Barely,” she mumbled. The bath water sloshed over the side as she moved back up to the sitting position.

“Dinner is ready,” Barry said through his laughter. “I'll go keep it warm.”

“I'm coming,” Iris regretfully hoisted herself out of the bathtub.

A shiver ran through her as her wet and warm skin hit the open air. Hastily she wrapped a towel around her body before exiting the bathroom. She padded across the bedroom to the closet in search of dry clothes. She completely bypassed her side of the closet in favor of Barry's. On cold, wet rainy days like this Iris wanted nothing more than to wrap herself up in her boyfriend's clothes.

Iris searched through all his sweatshirts and cardigans and excessive amount of plaid shirts until she found what she wanted. Her hands slipped Barry's dark blue cable-knit sweater off the hanger. The weight of the thick wool heavy in her hands. Iris got him this sweater for Christmas a few years ago. Partly because she knew it would look good on him and partly because she wanted to steal it on cold days for herself to wear.

Since the start of their relationship Iris made it clear that Barry's clothes were up for grabs when she wanted them. Barry never seemed to mind. In fact Iris knew that he encouraged it. She had a feeling he loved nothing more then seeing his clothes on her body.

Iris left their bedroom in search of Barry. She found him in the kitchen dishing out their dinner. She had to admit it was an unusual sight. Barry was never much of a cook. Much preferring to let others cook for him or to order take out. But if there was one type of food Barry excelled it would be 'breakfast food'. He proved to be proficient at scrambling eggs and flipping pancakes. In the early months of their dating Barry used every opportunity to make her breakfast in bed after a night spent together.

“Are those chocolate chip pancakes?” Iris called from the entrance into the kitchen.

Barry turned around, his mouth opened to speak but no words came out. Instead he remained speechless. His eyes fixated on her. Iris rather proudly knew the effect she had on him. Her thick black hair in loose waves. Her skin a more honeycomb brown from the hot bath water. All she had on was his cable-knit sweater leaving her legs exposed. The wide collar of his sweater hanging down her left shoulder.

“Well are they?” Iris tilted her head to the side and bit down on her lower lip. Both actions she knew was a guarantee to drive Barry wild.

“Uh yeah,” Barry said thickly. “They are.”

The heat of Barry's gaze made her completely forget ever being in cold rain water.

In a bright flash of red lighting Barry was in front of her. His large hands wrapping around her lower thighs to lift her up. Iris found herself being pressed up against the kitchen wall. Her arms wrapping around Barry's shoulder to pull herself in even closer.

“That's my sweater,” Barry said lowly as he pressed soft kisses to her exposed collarbone.

“Yes it is,” Iris giggled softly as Barry nuzzled into her neck. “I thought you liked me wearing your sweaters.”

“It does look great on you,” Barry pulled back to look at her. “But do you know whats even better?”

“What?” Iris arched an eyebrow up at him.

“When I take this sweater off you,” Barry grinned suggestively.

Iris's laughter rang through the apartment as Barry sped her off back to their bedroom.

#westallen #iris west #barry allen #fanfic #sophisticatedloserchickwrites

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bookwormguri · 7 years

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Escape the Brothel- Background

So I’ve been told by a very reliable source that it might be a good idea to write down little recaps for the DnD group I DM for. She was very convincing ;3

So I was originally going to start the recap in this post, but I’m VERY long winded and it ended up becoming a background piece about what went into making this homebrew (avoiding as many spoilers as I can). Maybe I’ll actually get into the gameplay next time, WHO KNOWS.

Warning for rambling and mushiness and the writer having no sense of flow:

So for background, before this group, I had DM’d for approximately 3 ½ sessions with my other Curse of Strahd group. That group is pretty vanilla, but I was kind of craving something a bit darker. Even after months this need never left me. (I even jotted out some little point for an overall plot) Through some luck and fate I found some players that I adore and who were as ravenous as I was to explore dark themes through DnD~

So I started my first homebrew campaign. Since I was (and still am) nervous making my own campaign I knew from the start that I wanted the first game at least to be contained to a small area. That way it would make it simpler for myself and the characters to get used to the world without being overwhelmed. I was kinda obsessed with Escape Rooms at the time so I decided to go with that type of theme; escape. Thus sprouted the Deep Fantasia brothel and the Escape the Brothel arc. Sometimes I worry that after they escape the brothel there will be some disappointment that the rest of the world does not have the same depth of detail, but I’m sure we will all live.

And because I have no fucking chill, the ‘small’ brothel became a four-story map, with additional basement and sub-basement for possible human sacrifice purposes? Did I mention I created 69 unique NPCs to populate the brothel? (I swear that number was not on purpose) So far, I’ve only needed to come up with a handful of NPCs on the spot, and even fewer that needed names. (Bet you didn’t know Lady Artana is someone I just made up, did you?)

When I was creating the NPCs I decided quickly that even if they were going to be treated as throw-away side characters/canon fodder (how naive I was then) I wanted them all to have at least one personable quirk. Just something written down so that they didn’t seem completely flat should the PCs want to get to know them better. Soon those little quirks evolved into half of them having their own mini-side quests. Whoops. I wanted this campaign to be light on the monster encounters so in the end, I think I went 180 the other way. ;D

Now, let it be known I am absolutely shite at pinning down how long a session will last and how fast players will complete challenges. I naively (SO NAIVELY) thought that the PCs might escape the brothel in one, maybe three sessions max. I WAS SO WRONG! I had only ever played with one Player in this group and I was going off what I knew from their playstyle and my own previous knowledge playing and built out from that assumption, but my players surprised me. They actually wanted to fully explore and get to know this little world I created. They wanted to talk to ALL the NPCs, ferret out ALL the mysteries, and most surprising of all, they actually played by the ‘rules’ I set out. I have been told that I’ve never once created a PC that didn’t hate authority. I never would have thought twice about breaking the rules as long as I could sneak or talk or pound my way out of them.

But here, my players surprised me by playing within the rules they were given before the game and because of this the time it has taken them to explore and progress is slower, but it has also shown me there is a certain cunning and subtlety that comes with trying to build up to breaking the rules without shaking the status quo. It’s honestly fascinating to watch and learn from. Although, I do also vividly remember having a lengthy phone convo with a friend (PC in my CoS game) where I happy-cried, “My players are smarttttttt!! They’re too smart for meeeeee!!”

One thing that I wanted was for the characters to come together on their own. I know most people have probably played through that awkward first session where everyone ‘introduces’ their PC at a bar and that your background is that you are a merry band of mercenaries. That works well enough, but it’s never really given me the emotional investment I need to build up to a Party that I’d literally die for. So, in a way, I wanted the brothel to be an origin story for the PCs and their party. I wanted them to come together naturally (or as naturally as they could with my NPCs saying, “Yes, the three of you should be here at this time.”) The one downside to this is that in the beginning I had a bunch of one-on-one time with the PCs while the other two needed to spend time on the back burner. I felt really guilty about this, always worried the others were bored. I tried my best to switch between them as often as I could so they all felt included and that their goals were being given the same time and effort as the others.

I think I was very clumsy and awkward with it at first, but what can you do? Growing pains and all that, you know? And even with my perceived awkwardness I’m still blown away with how natural and perfect we all worked together in-game the first few sessions (considering half of us had never seen the other half’s faces XD) I’ve gotta thank my kickass players for that. They really went all-out in immersing themselves in the game, making my job a lot easier. They’re kinda impressive or something.

When I designed the brothel and the various ways to escape, like most DMs I didn’t want to railroad my players. I came up with some foolproof ways for them to leave, with certain plot beats that needed to be fulfilled for them to progress forward at all, but in the end, I think I came up with a skeleton and a few blood vessels of a setting and plot. I didn’t want to be so married to my idea that it would stifle the creativity and ingenuity of my players should they come up with something brilliant (and I’m pleased to say as far as I can tell it has not).

At its core, there are two things keeping the players from escaping, the Brands that threaten to make them go ‘poof’ if they exit certain areas and the various Defenses that the brothel uses to keep people in (and out). Once they solve those two issues things should (theoretically) be smooth sailing. It’s just up to the players to pick up the breadcrumbs I’ve left lying around of how to do both, unless the PCs come up with their own brilliant escape plan (I would be lying if I said I haven’t impulsively burnt down an inn or two in my day). I make it sound easy, but those two obstacles are actually fairly formidable in their own right.

Speaking of the PCs, when designing the brothel I also designed three factions/roles for the PCs to choose from in addition to their race and class: Whore, Guard or Servant. Going off rock-paper-scissor rules I built each role so that they could succeed where the other’s failed or be lacking where others had strength. All the same, I designed the overall escape so that even if every player chose servant they would still have a chance to escape (although choosing all servants would be doing it in Hard mode, I swear).

Homebrewing this was really a challenge. There was making the plot, the maps, picking out music (which I’ve STILL never been able to get work), knowing the rules, picking out monsters, making NPCs, making traps, having technical difficulties every other week. :D

But still, the nice thing about DnD that I always remind myself is that not everything has to been written down. I don’t NEED to come up with a counter to Every Possible Outcome. Bullshitting is my specialty after all~ (Also those years of improv classes help a bunch too~) And these players make playing just as enjoyable for me as it is for them (I hope).

Especially in the beginning (but also now) I needed constant validation that people were having fun and I was doing a good job. Because if the players aren’t having fun then I need to up my game as that’s my primary goal. One of the players suggested that we do a little thing at the end of every session where we go around and say our favorite thing, least favorite thing, and things we would change. This helps me SO MUCH as a DM that I can’t even express it correctly through words.

I look forward to every Saturday game session, counting down the days until my brilliant players can surprise me again in my own sandbox.

Next, I’ll TRY to actually retell some of the most important bits that have happened to them so far.

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